Battle of Coruscant: The Streets

[Karakon]

CORUSCANT - THE STREETS

Karakon lifted his blaster rifle, but did not point it at the Jedi.

"We don't need a spaceport. Doing this is faster!"

He turned around to the sight of a landing Shuttle, and began to fire both his blaster rifles into the opening ramp. Quickly, Sacred Band Troopers began to tumble out, dead. Karakon noticed a trooper on the ground, still moving a hand. He shot him in the head, showing no mercy. After the brief slaughter of Sacred Band troopers, he began to walk to the shuttle, entering it after the pilot began to power up the engines. For a moment, the shuttle was in the air, flying erratically as Karakon presumably killed its Pilot and took over. A minute later, the shuttle landed, the ramp coming down again as Karakon waved from the cockpit.

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

The Vicar plunged her saber into another human, pulling it out with a burning hiss as she felt a burst of anger coming from nearby. The outrage wasn't mixed with fear, making her tilt her head in the direction when she heard the sound of someone shouting that they were here. She turned, crimson eyes locking onto her foe as she saw three bolts closing in on her. The vicar used her left hand saber and moved with great speeds, the first and the second shot were knocked aside by a quick flick of her wrist, the third however struck the chest portion of her armor. The metal held, but it scarred and burned as she stared at the woman.

This challenger showed no signs of being gripped with fear, and she closed the distance far faster then the Vicar would have thought. With her right hand and saber, she held its blade facing downwards, pushing her weapon out to catch the vibroblade as the two weapons struck one another, sparks and the discordant hums of both weapons against each other filled the air as the Vicar stared into her opponents eyes. "You are angry. About my culling of these heretics...but you use it to steel yourself. To harden your resolve..." She said, a soft and gentle laughing escaping her lips as the shadowy illusion around herself began to drift about within the air, "It's good to face someone who knows the good path of the force."

The presence of lights suddenly shining upon herself however, made the Vicar growl, gathering the force within herself as the shadowy miasma ceased to be around herself. She brought her leg forward, the metal and armored portion of her foot lashed out, her right foot flying forward to try and slam into talia's left knee. As she did she heard the shout off from behind herself,

"Weapons Free!"

The hail of blaster fire that came towards herself forced her to break off any further assault she may have attempted against Talia. Her left hand began to move quickly, soon being joined by her right hands saber as she planted the foot she used to kick with down onto the ground and pushed herself back and away from Talia. Her movement was fast and fluid, and she began to run as she deflected the belt feed shots, aiming them off in random directions as they struck the ground, the walls, the ceiling, and even a few other men. However, a few stray bolts would find their way through, clipping her shoulder, scorching her thigh, burning through some of her forearms armor.

The vicar growled as she turned her body so that the hail of fire faced her right side. Her saber was a blur of red as she worked to deflect as much as possible. Her left hand, still holding her saber, as spraks began to crackle along her fingers, flames beginning to coalesce and spiral around her armor as she felt herself grow cold, a burning pain screeching through her body as she gave a simple command.

"Burn in the Fires of Chaos..." She said, as the force acted upon her will, and the fires in her hand took shape as a large disk of flame. She twisted her body and hurled it at the man, sending what looked like a flaming sphere the size of a astromech sailing towards him. The blaster fire caught her along her shoulder and ribs however, searing through as the pain shot into her system. The orb of flames flew true however, and the instant it struck, sent out a fiery blast with a loud thrum.

@Sreeya @Sovereign

 

[Valen Pelora]

The Force was a battlefield. The Light and Dark crashed together over and over, warring for Coruscant. Darkness was overtaking the planet. Valen watched the Sith attacking Irx go flying and smiled slightly when the young Jedi asked where ‘Siggy’ was. A nickname Sigal predictably hated. He could feel the Hapan moving closer to them. In an instant, she burst from the Force, hurling one of the Sith forward and engaging the other. He could still sense her fear but it was trumped by stoic determination. Sigal detested fighting but she had revealed herself to engaged the Sith and save them. She was changing, even if she couldn’t see it.

Valen spun his Lightsaber and turned to face the hulking armored Sith. He felt Irx take off to help Sigal. He feared for their safety but he had to trust the Force. He had to trust them. Dimly he was aware of Irx feeding his anger. Troubling. He couldn’t worry about his student now, his focus had to be on the Sith. He locked eyes with the monstrous man as they walked around each other. The Sith was sizing him up. Valen let the Lightside flood him, he held as much as his body could bare. He was beacon of the Force. A light in the dark. He never revealed his true strength in the Force. He avoided conflict and only used his gifts to heal but they would only survive if he gave himself to the Lightside. They would only escape Coruscant if he held nothing back. He was not the Sith’s physical equal but his strength in the Force outshined the brute. He felt a life removed from the Force and knew Sigal and Irx were winning. He would not fail them. A brusque voice interrupted his thoughts.

“So, the master comes running. I had expected something more…..impressive.” Valen would not be rattled. He was an island in the center of the storm. Calm. Tranquil.

“Your emotions betray you. I can feel your fear. The Light will do as it has always done, burn away the shadows.” He struck.

The Force ripped from his hands but the Sith was ready. He held his ground against the blast even as his armor began to buckle. Valen did not waste his chance. He poured the Force into his legs and jumped. The gap between Jedi and Sith vanished. Red and Emerald blades clashed as sparks flew. The Force flowed through his every muscle, his every cell. It made him the warrior he would never be on his own. He traded blow for blow with the Sith, taking each chance to hammer him with the Force. The Sith struck out. Valen back flipped, set his feet, and pulled. The Sith stumbled forward and Valen renewed his attack. He was closer to the Lightside than he had ever been, he could feel it guiding him.

The Sith broke off and took several steps backwards, the armor was weighing him down. It was heavy and each moment longer they fought the more tired the Sith became. Valen wore no armor and his body was trained for long uses of the Force. He was winning. No. He would win. He renewed his attack, praying to the Force Sigal and Irx were faring as well.
@Esther Nyx @Irxirola Mishka

 

[Pam0wl]

Sigal focused solely on the looming Zabrak sith in front of her, her heart beating so rapidly she thought it was going to burst from her chest. She had acted so irrationally, dispatching the first of the pair, she had not entirely thought the situation through. But then again, Sigal had never been in a close combat situation like this before. She had sparred with droids, fellow younglings and even at times pirates and low level crime scum. But never an agent of the Brotherhood, a follower of the dark side. She could feel it now, the darkness clinging to him like a raging sickness. The stench of death and decay clung to this one; he was no novice on an introductory path to the darkside.

Focusing her efforts, Sigal scanned her opponent’s defences, searching for any weakness to exploit. She always looked for advantage, position, and leverage over her opponent. If she was forced into a combat situation, she was going to ensure she had the best circumstances. But she became disheartened to find the Zabrak’s firm Djem So stance. She was automatically at a disadvantage; Djem So was a form devoted to physically overpowering attacks. Her defence would not last long under the zabrak’s brute strength; she would have to initiate the dual and charge forward, dominate the Sith’s movement with speed and accuracy. But the zabrak was older than the one she had sent flying; she assumed with a growing sense of dread that she had paired herself with a master. A quick and easy defeat was not possible.

Her realisation must have been evident as the rustically coloured Zabrak sent her a lecherous grin; he sensed her thinly veiled fear and he fed on it. “You’re out of your league, don’t you think, little Jedi?”

She bristled, raising her saber ready, “That is a matter of opinion. And as it so happens, your opinion means kriff all to me.”

Sigal’s use of swearing was a particular habit she had picked up from Irx. It only flared up when her stress was evident. Her mother would swoon if she heard her youngest daughter swearing like a space pirate. For some reason, the thought brought comfort to Sigal. Anchoring herself down and centring herself, Sigal readied for battle. Let it never be said a Hapan faltered in battle…We are fierce as we are beautiful.

Her Makashi Form II stance seemed to cause some initial confusion in her opponent, especially as her lightsaber hilt lacked the atypical curve one would usually expect. Sigal used it to her advantage pushed forward at speed; she opened with a misleading feint, being her saber high above her head in a rapid movement. The Sith institutively raised his saber in defence of his upper body, exactly what was hoping for. With the grace, elegance and speed one would expect from a Form II user, Sigal brought the saber down and across, making a swipe for his legs. She did not expect the saber to hit its target, but it forced the sith to move back to avoid her strike. This put him -for the time being- on her terms of movements. She had the sith on edge; but he was not easily unsettled any other opponents would be. He had stamina as an advantage and was simply weathering Sigal’s flurry of attacks until she began to tire. Sigal dare not glance back to check the progress of her companions. One moment of hesitation and the sith would take control of the battle. She had to prolong the battle of wills and continue hr assault, silently hoping Valen and Irx were faring a great deal better than she was.

She pushed forward again, slicing vertically at the Zabrak’s upper torso. Swing the saber round with one hand to the left, it then arched round behind her back, rising to slash the zabrak’s left arm before following vertically down to then slash his opposing leg. The sith had not withdrawn as far back as she had hoped, causing the range of the strike to be too close; instead, the sith blocked the attack, but not before the edge of Sigal’s blue saber grazed over the left side of his face.

The male howled in pain, and let that pain carry through the force. "Jedi wretch!" Sigal was thrown back, tumbling to the ground at the sheer force of the zabrak’s power. He turned his pain into power and charged; flourishing his red saber, preparing to strike. Sigal would have not recovered in time, if Irx had not intercepted the blow. The Hapan had never been so relieved to hear Irx’s causal greeting. She scrambled back into her stance, shaking off the effects of the sith’s destructive, force fuelled scream. “Better late than never, Irx. Looking a bit rough, I see.” With the twi’lek guarding her side, Sigal stole a glance at his battered face, her expression a mixture of slightly concern veiled with petty amusement “I must say, the broken nose adds a certain devil-may-care charm. Suits you perfectly.”

Even in the heat of battle, she still took a verbal jab at the lethan. For some reason it gave her comfort. Her first thought was to withdraw from the fight and allow Irx to take over but through the force she could sense his fatigue and dully masked pain. Against an experienced dark side wielder, the chances of defeating him one on one was slim. But together…

“You hit him high, I’ll hit him low?” She raised her saber again as they closed in. The two had worked together on occasions to bring down difficult opponents; but this would be the first time they had paired off with a sith. Sigal had no choice but to open herself to the force and reach out to Irx, ensuring he would be able to predict her movements and she with his own. It was like a well orchestrated hunt between a pair of maalraas predators. On the offensive, pushing their prey -the sith- into an enclosing space. One attacked whilst the other defended, vice versa when the sith’s countermeasures dedicated the need to change. When Irx had the zabrak’s waning intention, Sigal struck without hesitation. With an aggressive thrust, Sigal pierced the zabrak square in the chest before pushing him back with the force just incase the stubborn horn headed fiend tried to inflict one last strike before he expired.

Sigal’s breath was haggard and rapid. Her body reeled from the adrenaline, she felt she could collapse then with exhaustion; but there was no time to waste. They had to regroup with Valen and flee before they drew any more attention. She gestured for Irx to follow as they went to regroup with Valen. Already Sigal was forming a plan to escape off world. She had had more than enough excitement for one battle.

“Friendly forces have secured a solidified front on the North side of the city.” She remembered seeing the arriving ships stationary there in the hectic skies. The shields were strong enough to withstand the constant small bombardment from the sith’s light class fighters. Many were already flocking there to escape. They would probably be better able to defend themselves once they reached allied controlled sections of the city. No doubt other Jedi were there already, protecting the fleeing masses from advancing enemies. “Reinforcements are landing there whilst preforming evac for allied forces and refugees. We can find transport there but we have to move quickly before this area is overrun.” She took off running, pushing her already strained body to the limits, "What are you waiting for? An invitation from the Queen Mother?"

@Valen Pelora @Irxirola Mishka

 

[Prudence]

A loud rumbling could be heard, rhythmically resounding across the Coruscanti streets. In conjunction to the rumbling, a constant shudder could be felt across the streets, permeating bodies and rattling windows. It started as little more than battle noise, but grew into an ominous forewarning of what was to come. Those who had served in many battles would know the distinct noise, those who were green or unfamiliar with combat would soon find themselves educated. The newfound disturbances were slow between and far away at first, but quickly the frequency grew quicker, and the intensity greater. Over the horizon of the the gruesome appearance of a Sith Walker grew into view, its four legs lumbering along the streets, crushing all that was in its path - bringing it closer to the Jedi and Republic position.

Meanwhile, Commander Laurance Fruwell sat in pilot seat of one of the towering walkers, a lieutenant sitting beside him. The two of them wore pilots uniforms, and were absorbed in their datascreens. As the Walker lumbered forward they began positioning the head towards the hostile positions, and brought the weapons systems online. Within moments the walker would be ready to fire onto the enemies and wipe them off of these streets.

Spoiler: OOC

Note, these are just NPCs. I'm attempting to GM this a bit to give y'all some challenges in the form of a walker. We don't really have any 4 legged walkers approved right now, but imagine something like an AT-AT coming at you. As its NPCs I don't expect it to really hurt any of you, just face you with a challenge. Enjoy!

[/abox]

 

[MasterTyvokka]

Jacen fired two more shots dropping another SBZ soldier. With a click and a snap he quickly swapped to a fresh mag. "Setting bullshit asides good. I'll try but unless someone else is in the right place at the right time or there's got a captain whose's gone crazy we'll have to make do." Jacen popped above crate and fired another burst. As he was ducking back down a familiar shape caught his eye. "GRENADE!" Jacen shouted above the din of battle. The confounded thing landed in his lap. Without thinking he tossed it as hard as he could over the top of the crate, back where it came from. The detonator only made it a meter before it exploded.

All Jacen could hear was what seemed like a high pitch whine and his vision was slightly blurred. It was at that moment, in the middle of battle that it happened... All Jacen could see were the faces of his family as Sith bombers roared over head, obliterating each face one by one. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds when Jacen was brought out of his nightmare by the sound of his comm. "Hey you guys up near the pad, Lieutenant Whats-ur-face you got room on those ships for like a handful more civies?" Jacen vision has cleared and his hearing was returning to some level of normal. "Get em' up here and we'll do what we can." Jacen shouted into his comm.

Finally reinforcements had begun to arrive. Republic soldiers poured into the area and began fanning out. Some created a perimeter around the civilians still boarding the freighters. Jacen for one was relieved he was sure the woman, Talia, that was her name, was as well. It seemed they were finally A moment later a Zelosian came running up followed by a group of civilians. At the same moment Brotherhood troop transports could be seen coming in. "Cover me." Jacen ordered the Zelosian. Firing as he ran Jacen retrieved a rocket launcher from a fallen GAR soldier. He hoisted it onto his shoulder, aimed at the engine of one of the transports... woosh. The rocket left the launcher and slammed into the engines of the nearest lander. The rear of the lander exploded brilliantly and it tumbled to the city below. (@Rimrald )

"Kriffing hell, where are they all coming from" Jacen said aloud as another pair of landers made it to the ground and disgorged their loads. He dropped the spent launcher and brought his rifle to bear. He emptied his mag into the crowd of SBZ soldiers from the landers as be backed towards the cover of the durasteel crate. Before he realized what had happened two of his own shots were sent back to him. The first was so close that it singed his hair. The second grazed his shoulder armor.

A red glow identified the location of the "friendly fire," a Sith. Jacen knew his blaster would be no good in this fight. He quickly swung his rifle to his back and drew his word. Jacen charged head on toward this Sith. His blade connected with the red lightsaber the smell of ozone was strong in Jacen's nostrils. Jacen had never faced a Sith before and he hoped this would not be his last chance to. He was too engrossed in combat with the Sith to worry about the sound he knew meant walkers. Sometimes you could only take a battle one enemy at a time.

 

[Kori Buor]

As Asterion slowly approached the Sith who was fighting with the Republic trooper, he could see that the trooper needed the hand; this Sith was quite powerful and skilled. Helplessly, he watched the trooper get wrenched into the air by an invisible hand as it choked the life away from them. Starting to run to cover the open ground between them, Asterion gripped his sword tightly in both hands and prepared to swing it, unsure of how the Sith would respond. To the trooper's credit, though, they managed to get their pistol up in the air and fire off a shit which hit the Sith in the knee. This was the opportunity the man had been waiting for. As the Sith grunted and released the trooper from their Force grips Asterion charged in and swung his blade right into the man's side, sevening bones and major organs causing major internal damage. In one last act of defiance the Sith drew up what power he could and threw Asterion away. The man in the Mandalorian armor was lifted off of his feet by an invisible wall of Force and tossed aside like a rag doll, hitting the ground hard.

Crawling onto his knees the man found himself struggling to get up, his head was still ringing from the impact of his hard landing. Nearby, his Vibrosword lay on the ground. Reaching out for it, he gripped it slowly, using it to prop himself up just as he heard a voice over the ringing of his ears. It was a female's voice addressing herself as Talia. His eyes cleared from the blur and tears of the impact and he realized that the woman's voice was coming from the Republic trooper asking for ships to use to evacuate the civilian. The voice had an unsettling, almost familiar tone to it, but Asterion couldn't remember where he might have heard it from; at least in this lifetime.

Chaos continued to reign all around them. Small skirmishes and individual firefights appeared everywhere as everyone engaged in small mini-combats. Asterion had never seen a battle this hectic or crazy before; it was practically every man, woman, and child to themselves. The Sith and their Mandalorian allies seemed to enjoy the carnage and bloodshed they were causing by their mass invasion. It seemed worthless to Asterion.

Using his sword as a crutch, Asterion managed to get to his feet just as he watched the woman named Talia begin taunting another Sith, who had already engaged innocents further down the street. Pulling out his own XPC again, the Wanderer charged forward behind Talia, sweeping to the side, not wanting to catch his fellow fighter in a crossfire of particle bolts. Asterion held back a little as Talia in and engaged the Sith woman. Unlike Talia's righteous fury, Asterion was still cool, calm, and calculating. The man gunned down a handful of Sacred Band warriors with his XPC as they rounded a corner from an adjacent plaza looking to massacre hapless civilians or overwhelmed Republic troopers, but instead they got Asterion who was not in a merciful mood at the moment. Glancing back, Asterion could see Talia trade blows with the Sith, though it did not appear either had the advantage, however, that's when a team of Republic troopers arrived and began blasting everything. Including Asterion. Apparently, his Mandalorian armor singled him out as an enemy combatant and thus a fair target in the eyes of the Republic.

Shouting in frustration and anger at having been the recipient of a bad joke or some very bad karma, Asterion wondered what he had done to deserve such a fate. Figuring there was only one way to prove that he wasn't an enemy, and that was by also shooting at the Sith as she retreated from them like a coward, no doubt revealing her true colors. However, that's when the walkers arrived. Running up to where Talia was recovering from her brief melee with the Sith, the Wanderer commented, "Now that might be a problem."

@Sreeya

 

[Sreeya]

Talia said nothing as the Sith insisted on continuing her elaborate speeches while in the middle of battle. She was right about one thing: Talia was angry. She was enraged at the Brotherhood, she was enraged at seeing the civilian casualties and most of all she was enraged at Prudii Kyramud for once again having Mandos fall in with the Sith. The pang of betrayal stung the most, fueling her to unleash all her rage on her enemies in battle.

She felt the woman push back against her blade, the hiss of a saber resounding, the glow almost blinding so close to her. Talia’s left hand immediately reached for her heavy blaster pistol, drawing it out in an attempt to aim. However, the woman moved quicker, bringing in a foot to slam into Talia. She couldn’t avoid it entirely and chose to pivot and take the blow with her guarded shin. As she had closed the distance between them, this ensured there hadn’t been enough power behind the kick to do true damage.

Talia leveled her blaster, but the Sith quickly pushed back and darted to the side, taking hits from GAR soldiers. She glanced back to the source, spotting a GAR commander with a blaster canon. She gave the man a nod, realizing the Sith was running towards him and launching an attack. While the woman’s attention was off, Talia aimed and fired her blaster, the powerful Sunspear sending a bolt powerful enough to stop the woman directly in her tracks. It wasn’t quick enough to stop the flame attacks, but it would make her think twice about resuming her attack. @Cainhurst Crow @Soverin

Talia couldn’t linger and watch, trusting that the man with the blaster canon had more than enough of a handle on things. She instead ran back towards the strange Mandalorian that had helped her from earlier. It was clear he intended to aid the public, but he was catching fire for his appearance as a Mandalorian soldier, his T-visor helmet a dead giveaway. Talia looked around till she spotted a dead GAR soldier. With a grimace, she wedged his helmet off, kicking it up into the air and catching it as she ran towards the man. During the run, she saw the looming shape of a walker that made her heart stop. She had heard about them and had only seen dormant vehicles in Sith space. To see one up and walking, ready to lay waste to an entire city was nerve-wracking.

“Kriff kriff kriff!” Talia growled as she came close to the confused Mandalorian from earlier, slamming the GAR helmet against his chest, “Switch into that. Trust me.” @Kori Buor She didn’t pause further, rushing towards the side to get a good angle on the walker. Talia spoke rapidly into her comms, “GET THEM OUT NOW! FREIGHTER NEEDS TO BE IN THE AIR! WE GOT A KRIFFING WALKER!” @MasterTyvokka @Rimrald Talia cursed as she watched the walker coming in. It had begun to fire its powerful blasters and mow through enemies and allies alike. Talia glanced back to see the evacuation progress, terrified civilians now slamming their fists against an already full and closed freighter.

The sight made her heart sink.

 

[Jason Vaiken]

Broadcasted in an open channel the holographic figure of Aethoria Tyradell appears for those who wish to pick it up, "Republic dogs, your fleet lies shattered before me, your stations are now debris floating in this starry expanse, and the Brotherhood has begun blockading the planet. Your refugees and evacuees are perishing with the remnants of your fleet. You have failed, you will lose this planet and you will perish, make peace and prepare, for your death approaches."

Next they will see many more Sith fighters and bombers appear in the skies of Coruscant, attacking evacuation ships, civilian centres, and military targets with surgical precision and then the more ominous site of 3 Empyreal Class Star Destroyers and 20 War Leviathans appear in atmosphere and preparing to unleash orbital bombardments at the behest of Sith and Mandalorian High Command.

//OOC Note: That means that if you would like something special, either PM me, or if you're a Sith or Mando AFL, feel free to call on these ships to go and help you out.

 

[Soverin]

The darkness squirmed and leapt back against the curtain of erupting iridescent light. Many of the Sith brazen enough to stand their ground, batting away at the onslaught of blaster fire, were quickly bolted through and reduced to shambles. -- Even then the wanton destruction continued. When a weapon clicked defiantly in need of a new clip, they were quickly refreshed, unleashing their renewed power upon the intruders.

The Supreme Commander's attentions lay solely on the mandalorian as she charged forward to do battle with the dark priestess. As the Vicar detached from the shadows and spun down with blades brandished, the Z-6 dangling from Rosh's grip continued to rain searing heat on her advance. With blinding agility he watched the specter of a woman cleave through impossible waves of fire.

"Damn." He hacked, watching the rotary chamber of the cannon slow and spin wildly without birthing any bolts.

When he drew his gaze forward once again the woman had taken an ominous stance, pooling her energy beyond his understanding. Before he could cock his brow the Vicar twisted her form and commanded the force, arcing a massive disk of swirling fire at him. Before the elemental disk could smash down upon him Rosh threw the weight of his blaster cannon to the side, toppling in a ragdoll roll down sloping rubble. The force attack bore down into the foundation of the plaza, hissing and screaming before it extinguished -- leaving a patch of blackened earth in it's wake.

Force fire clung to Rosh's armour and burned him like no normal fire could. It lived and breathed, snaking across surfaces to find crevices, feeding on all substances and accumulating rapidly. The Vicar's poison had crawled up the sleeve of his armour, wildfire spreading quickly over his shoulder. It was panic inducing; Rosh could barely focus on cleaving durasteel and plate with bear hands as the fire begun to tear through every layer of fabric protecting him. An eventual tear formed at the seam of his shoulder, allowing him to tug the sleeve off with a few agonizing pulls.

He had earned a moment to breath as the allies of the Republic did battle around him -- but only a moment. From the cover of a toppled column he sat back onto his feet and breathed.

A breath in,

1... 2... 3... 4...

Hold

1... 2... 3... 4...

And out.

It was calming, if only illusory.
​

But there was no time for that nonsense. The hairs of his arm, tinged paler than it's usual royal blue from wariness, were cooled by free gusts of wind on his skin. It was sobering. It coaxed him out of shock, forcing his attention back on his gun. Fight -- Fight.

Rosh threw himself across the rubble, eyes widening as he was once again introduced to the streaking colours of warfare around him. His fingers scraped along the grip of the blaster cannon, thrown near a puddle of water leaked from a nearby ecoshop. As he clutched his weapon and turned away he felt an echo of terror reverberate through is mind, sending chills over him and wetting his eyes. It was a thing he wanted to pretend he didn't see, something he wanted to get up and walk away and ignore -- but that would do none of them good. Rosh turned back to look at the puddle, laying still and normal for a heartbeat... Then rippling. The ripples cascaded across the water's dirty surface, still for a few counts, he whispered along. "1... 2 -- " Thum. It connected a sense of sound too, reminding him of past memories, knowings of terrible machines. It was rhythmic. Another two seconds and there was another ripple. He dare not wait for a third.

It was upon shaky legs that he rose, stumbling like a drunkard through the thick of battle before he was able to lift his voice from a low whisper.

"Walker... WALKER!" He screamed through the microphone port of his helmet. "WALKER! GET TO HIGH GROUND!" He threw his arm to point at a nearby tower, shepherding his men off toward it. Anyone willing to follow the soldiers would find no quarrel, as they seemed to have their intentions clearly set. They were headed toward the Walker's titanic shadow in the fog. It was their mission. It was Sabotage.

( @MasterTyvokka @Sreeya @Kori Buor @Cainhurst Crow @Branok )​

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

The vicar felt the pain surge in her back, a surge of burning and searing as she realized she had been hit with a powerful blast. Her armor had protected her from most of the hail of blaster bolts, but it had been stressed to it's limits, the metal heated and still cooling, could not stop the blast as it tore into her. She fell to one knee as the fires erupted in front of the commander, sabers tumbling out of her grasps and breathing heavily as she stared down towards the ground with wide eyes. Her entire body was shaking her armor rattled, and then, suddenly, was jerked from her form with a sudden and violent tearing of heated metal. The back expanded from her plate armor, hanging on by straps of armorweave and titanium before the chest and shoulder pieces tore away as well.

The metal hung in the air, dripping with molten remains and singed black as it was held aloft with telekinetic energy, and then suddenly crumpled like an aluminum can, before being torn in half and tossed aside both parts of the battlefield. The body-suit of durable mesh that had been under her armor had been torn away in places, the heat from the stray bolts that had scorched her shoulder, spin, and abdomen, having welded the material to the metal. She rose, wearing a simple black sleeveless outfit, which now had an exposed midriff and lower back. Her skin was grey in color like stone, and much like stone, it had a few small cracks where it appeared the bolts had managed to pierce the armor. As she rose to stand, her grey flesh seemed to crack off of the wounds, and the red blood fell in small droplets onto the ground, before they suddenly turned solid, crystallizing into red jewels as The Vicar stood, her biceps, forearms, and legs still covered in her armor, but her upper torso now free.

She reached up and removed her helmet, black hair cascading down past her shoulder as her face seemed to have a spider-webbing of small cracks along the right side of her face, appearing just under the surface of her smooth, almost polished stone like, skin. She looked down towards the helmet, holding it in her grasp and staring into its empty eyesockets, before she allowed it to drop to the ground with a heavy thud.

Now mostly free of her metallic, heavy plate armor, she looked forward to the commander of the republic forces, then towards the walkers who had now touched down on courscants upper level. She reached out with both hands, retrieving her sabers, and then looked back towards the republic commander. She ignited her blade, and started to walk towards him slowly, a look of discomfort on her face as her scowled, her eyes narrow and a bit of a slight limp as she began to close the distance towards the water the man had dove off into.

@Soverin

 

[Soverin]

"Get to high ground! Destroy their machines -- in the name of the Republic!" The Chiss roared, voice teeming with battleborn joy. The remaining soldiers, counted off at six, cheered and hollered as they continued past the Supreme Commander to glory. He looked rabid as he faced the approaching Vicar, closing distance toward him in a feral dash. "I'll regroup with you." The priestess was his. Any plans they had to get to the capital were based on fool's hope with her meddling. "Go!" The Commander ordered, stepping up to meet with Tantibus' dash -- he wasn't going to be bumrushed like some rookie.

So he charged, eyes meticulously watching between both mortifying sabers. The Vicar's approach was all but unheralded. Instinct drove his hand up over one shoulder, flicking his wrist forth so quickly that the blade that zipped from his palm seemed spawned from thin air. Laser-sharpened cortosis imbued steel flew toward the Vicar's exposed torso, collarbone being it's mark if not skillfully avoided. Again he reached, pulling another dagger from the three-slot holster hidden behind his left shoulder. This blade, however, did not take flight, instead held firmly to act as a melee defense.

Countering the priestess' opening attack was foolish. The lightness of his footwork suggested that he was going to dodge-and-counter whatever saber maneuver she threw at him.

(@Cainhurst Crow)​

 

[MasterTyvokka]

Mere moments are getting fighting the Sith Jacen knew he was outmatched. Fate had other plans outside his death, however. A stray blast from one of the walkers his nearby throwing duracrete, Jacen, and the Sith into the air. A stabbing pain coursed through Jacen as he fell hard on his left shoulder. What he had done to it exactly he didn't exactly know but Jacen had lost some mobility in his left arm and it hurt everytime he moved it; probably dislocated. No time to worry about that now. A few feet from Jacen the Sith was recovering. Jacen quickly pulled out his blaster pistol and fired several rounds into the Sith, killing him before he could recover enough to wield his lightsaber.

Jacen got up and turned his attention to the freighters. The first freighter had already taken off, the second had just closed its doors, obviously full. Sadly, there were still numerous civilians trapped in the war zone. Jacen commed the captain he had "hijacked" the frieghter from, "Get out of here now while you still can." The freighter lifted off and headed for space. The large freighter never made it. Mandalorian and Sith captial ships appeared in the atmosphere. To the horror of all the defenders the second freighter full of civilians was blasted into atmospheric dust.

Jacen could not dwell on the deaths, not now. Chances were it would not be long before they all shared the same fate as those on the freighter. If they were going to go down all they could do is take as many of the enemy with them. Jacen couldn't do anything about the gargantuan ships but he could do something about those walkers. There had to be some explosives somewhere. Jacen soon found what he was looking for. He pulled two bags of explosives off a dead SBZ soldier and ran toward the walker nearest to the edge of the street. Jacen passed Talia on his way to the walker and tossed her a bag of explosives. "I have an idea." "We could use some cover," Jacen shouted back toward the man Talia had just handed a helmet to as he continued his charge toward the walker. (@Sreeya) (@Kori Buor)

The streets at this level of Coruscant were more like bridges than actual streets as on other planets. Massive spans of durasteel and duracrete held up the glittering walkways of the Coruscant upper level. They were engineering marvels. But never had they been used to support such weight as the walkers now added to their surface. Jacen reached the edge of the street about 5 meters from the front leg of the walker. The walkers leg was only a meter or two from the edge of the street He quickly looked over the precipice. Similar skyways crisscrossed between skyscrapers far down until there was nothing to see but the darkness of Coruscants depths.

Jacen stuck one of the six explosives as far as he could reach on the underside of the road. "Do the same about 15m behind me" Jacen instructed Talia, Jacen then placed the other five starting about half a meter from the edge of the street into an L shape, toward the center of the wide avenue. He left about a meters width between each explosive. Placing the explosives was harder work than it should have been, even under the circumstances. Jacen's left arm was now almost useless at his side. Jacen grabbed the wireless detonator out of the bag and ran away from the walker toward Talia. He was about to motion for her to follow him when she stopped him in his tracks. Jacen hoped she had a good reason because he didn't want to miss their window of opportunity.



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[Branok]

No breath, eyes dimming Brynd'an had his life flash before him. No one could hear him as he tried to reach out. This was it, this was where his life ended. Brynd'an said his peace when he felt warm, then really hot. A fire engulfed the area and he felt something strange. He opened his eyes and starred down the hooded figure. With one last attempt he ignited his lightsaber and threw it at the Sith. The blade caught the Sith in the leg and Brynd'en hit the ground. He felt the air back in his lungs and he took a huge long breath as he grasped his throat. He looked at the figure with a lightsaber in his thigh.

He walked over to the enemy and drew the lightsaber from his leg. Bringing it to his neck "Now, what a unfortunate change of events." He said as he brought the blade connecting severing his head. He looked over and the republic soldiers were taking cover from another Sith. Brynd'an saw a Mandalorian charge into battle, taking a moment to take in his surroundings he watched the battle unfold around him.

The surface quaked. "What was that?" He asked followed by another thud and he started to lose some balance. He looked as a walker appeared through the smoke. "You have to be kidding me." He said as he moved closer to the Republic soldiers. "Walker get to high ground!" The commander said as the soldiers started to move. Brynd'an with his lightsaber in hand followed the commander. "Do we have any explosives?" Brynd'an asked as he got near the commander of the Republic forces. "I think I have an idea." Brynd'an said as he starred at an overhanging causeway that the walker was nearing.

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[Sreeya]

Talia followed suit with Jacen, taken out of her momentary reverie as he sprang into action with explosives. She took the explosives and chased after him, feeling bolts graze her as she ran. Talia hadn’t been paying attention, but her armor had taken numerous hits already. There was confusion and chaos all around them, bloodied faces and missing limbs everywhere she looked. The screams of those dying played a grim orchestra to set the gruesome scene before them. Talia skirted around the dead body of a small child, the sight only fueling to her anger.

After Talia positioned herself behind Jacen and placed the explosives, an idea came to her mind. She glanced at the walker, watching the way it began to plow through everything in its path and shoot down anything that remotely began to raise into the air. Talia couldn’t help but find the sheer power of the walker awe-inspiring. It was a grand machine that could devastate all in its path, all attempts to bring it down only grazing its tough exteriors.

As Jacen began to give the orders to prepare to detonate, Talia rushed to him, “Wait! Look. I’m going to do something batshit. I need you to cover my back because I’m about to get horribly shot at. If it doesn’t work, wait for my signal and blow everything. I’m counting on you,” She placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded. Without offering further explanation, she activated her jetpack, whizzing up into the air in a flash till she honed in on the head of the walker. Talia began to feel all shots directed at her from below, rising into the air giving her a clear vantage point of the battle below.

“Give me cover!” She shouted into her comms to anyone that was listening. Talia knew what she was doing was incredibly stupid, but it had a small chance of working. She acted quick, landing directly atop the walker’s head and out of line of any fire from the walker itself. Talia had come up from the side and had avoided the pilots getting a clear line of sight just yet. They were still focused on the carnage below. Talia felt the awesome power of the blaster canons that fired from the walker, each shot causing a powerful reverberation throughout the walker. She was clinging on for dear life, the walker still moving and crushing anything in its path. Talia attached a grappling hook to the top, securing herself as she slowly began to move down to the side of the head, towards the entry point that wasn’t as well armored as the top of the head.

Talia almost fell off as she felt a blaster bolt hit her back, most likely fired from someone that was perched atop a roof. She cursed, helpless to do anything but focus on the task at hand. She was relying entirely on others to cover her for now, and she knew she could very well die in this attempt. Talia adjusted herself so her foot was wedged in between an armor joint, her left hand clutching on with vice grip while her other hand reached down for a weapon she never used in combat. It was a trophy lightsaber she had taken off the last Dark Lord of the Sith. Talia ignited the blade, barely clinging on as she began to cut through the side of the head, “I really hope this works…it’s a long way to fall.”

The saber began to cut through the side of the head, but it wasn’t as instantaneous as she would have liked. Talia kept herself attached to side, desperately holding on as the head turned to shoot at other buildings and ships. She feared by now reports had begun to flood in to warn the walker pilots of what was happening. The saber had cut through a chunk of it, and she powered her way through the peeled strip of metal to force herself into the cockpit.

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[Prudence]

Laurence had the biggest grin this side of Korriban on his face as the Walker powered through the crowd. The pitiful Republic and Jedi resistance below did his heart good as he saw the ants running and scattering from his mechanized terror. With each step another soldier would perish underneath, their body and armor crushed by the sheer weight and power of the walker. He turned up the stereo inside the cockpit a bit, turning over to look at the Lieutenant next to him as he did so. They were turned into one of the Coruscanti audio stations, one of the few still playing music, and heard the latest charts hit come on. Titled I'm on a Walker it was pretty fitting for his current situation. His head bobbed a little bit with the music as he fired another canon shot, this one tearing through a group of GAR soldiers.

"Ha! Check out the Mando bitch running at us. Shoot her out of the sky." Fruwell watched as the Lt. focused fire on the Mandalorian, but ultimately missed. She disappeared past the Walker and the commander just shrugged.

"Looks like she was just running away. So what you doing after this?" Fruwell said to his partner, through a mouthful of Doritos. "You got a lady back home? Or in the battle? Me, I'm gunning for that Admiral chick that came over the comms. We have a thing, if you know what I mean... well by I thing I mean we talked once. She was pretty into me."

"Yea? What'd she say?" The Lt. Replied, ignoring the question for the moment.

"Uh.. well... it was her ordering my division to get down here, but she definitely looked at me longer. We had a connection. Chicks dig walker pilots, y'know? So how about you?"

He shrugged and looked over to the commander, "I'm just waiting on Darth Atrox to get here. I heard he gets around with the other Sith. Gotta see if he's interested to have some fun with a grizzly walker pilo-" The sentence stopped when a lightsaber pierced his body and spun, lobotomizing him before bisecting his toros. The dead pieces of the Lieutenant kinda rolled into the floorboard as Fruwell looked, horrified, to see Talia Al'saif standing in a new hole in the side of the walker, "T... t... that was my Lieutenant..."

 

[Rimrald]

Watching in awe as the tremendous walker crushed its way through the streets and created incredible amounts of carnage Wyr'ren quickly heard his comm buzz as the crazy lady flew into the air with heroics he had never before seen, attempting to cover he was fruitless due to his blaster pistol being way out of range. He sat hunkered on the pad near the debris of the freighter that had lifted off and was quickly destroyed as the gears in his head began turning, quickly pulling out his comm he figured the eyes of the galaxy were upon them.

Pulling up the comm and calling out the surrounding friendlies "I think I have an idea, we have civies here and we have some soldiers, glow bat wielding baddies and do-gooders.. If we can get ourselves onto one of those SBZ, Mando or Sith turds landers we might be able to back door this whole op and get the innocents free! I can fly if we can get there!"

Watching as the sabre ignited through the view of his monocular and peering down to see the republic soldier laying explosives he figured his plan ought to be his best shot after they destroy the impending doom that was lumbering towards them. Pulling up his comm again he called out
"Hey, uh prolly not the best odds but while you're... Hangin out up there what are the chances you can spot a ship from your view?" Giggling at his horribly timed pun.

( @Kori Buor @MasterTyvokka @Soverin @Sreeya )​

 

[Cainhurst Crow]

Tantibus stared at the apparent commander as he charged at her, eyes back to their normal blue hue and no shadows dancing around her this time. Her armor had been broken, chains from her old life destroyed in battle. The Vicar was done being someone else today, she was done fighting under an assumed identity anymore.

And she was done wearing that heavy suit of armor, with its plates and chainmail having worn her down and slowing her movements, limiting her flexibility, and hampering her agility. She had tried to wear her armor to give her heritage as a knight of thustra a proper final respect, a nod to her deceased family. Now it was gone, and so to, was her need for such a persona. The vicar lunged forward as the knife was drawn, the blade slicing through the ponytail of her hair as the locks drifted down towards the ground. She threw one of her sabers forward as a thrust while rising back to a standing position, the saber colliding with another knife the man had drawn as stared him in the eyes, smiling.

"My name is Iosefka Volfe, former knight of crows for House Volfe of Thustra. You can call me The Vicar, for this fight..." She said, as her other hand did not press her advance but instead attach her second saber to her belt, freeing her left hand as she held held it upon her hip. The stance would be recognizable to most, even if they had no training in lightsaber combat. It was a graceful form of a classical fencer, one that was an almost universal pose while fighting with swords, from Echani to Tapani, Jedi to Sith, the form of Makashi was the dueling form of a refined person, "And what shall I remember you as, besides the man who destroyed my armor?"

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[Kori Buor]

Gripping the GAR helmet that the woman had slammed into his head, Asterion blinked for a moment then nodded, quickly removing his own and clipping it onto his belt before placing the other on his head. Turning he saw that Talia was still headed towards the side of the skyroad as she shouted to get the civilians out of there. Looking up he saw the Sith capital ships descending into the atmosphere. Bastards, whoever it was that decided to bring capital ships into atmosphere to support a ground invasion on Coruscant... I'm going to find them and remove their spines for their bodies. Shouting over the din of the battle he would say, "They better get out of here fast if they are going to get passed the guns of those things."

When Jacen approached and announced an idea and that they could use some cover, the Wanderer nodded in understanding. Following after Talia and Jacen, Asterion fired a burst at a new squad of Sacred Band warriors who had appeared further down the skyroad driving them into cover for the rest of the Republic soldiers to deal with. Breaking off from the other two, the man in the Mandalorian armor made his way to where he spotted a sniper's perch from a blown out building. Making his way up, he drew the rifle from his back and settled down, focusing on the imagine in his scope. It took him only a few seconds to spot his first target; a Sacred Band sub-commander. With a single round, Asterion ended him.

Next, Asterion found a Sith who was trying to race into the fight, his red lightsaber out and ready to strike at Jacen as soon as he got within striking distance. Firing once, the Sith managed to save his torso from the particle bolt, knocking his lightsaber away with the explosion, only for his follow up shot to impact into his lightly armored chest and explode, shredding the man's torso. Hearing Talia's call for cover, Asterion found her and began scanning. Finding his next target, Asterion could see a Sacred Band Sniper aiming at Talia. He saw the flash, and took a look to check on the woman. The shot hit her armor, but she was on her warpath still, aiming to climb onto one of the walkers it seemed. "Damn, that woman has bigger balls than most men..." he whispered, not realizing his comm was open. Aiming again, Asterion could see a second Sith trying to shoot Talia off the walker, and with a gentle squeeze of the trigger, Asterion put the man down. "I've got you've covered. Do your thing."

Firing at three more targets, three more targets dropped dead. Noticing one of the freighters beginning to take off, he opened his comm to Talia, "Looks like one of the evac boats is taking off. Things are looking a little crowded down there," he'd remark as he watched her disappear into the hull of the walker, noticing the surge of Sith and Sacred Band warriors with the arrival of the walkers and capital ships. "Any help you can give from your new position would be grand."

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[Sreeya]

Talia felt the lightsaber begin to cut through something inside the cockpit, the gesture accompanied with an almost high pitched scream. She heard a man on the comms making a rather lame pun while asking about her vantage point, “Lots of them landing behind the walker. Best way to get civvies off. Act now,” (@Rimrald )She focused her attention back to the matter at hand, hauling herself in to face a man that looked utterly confused and taken off guard, fingers orange from eating chips.

Without a word, Talia plopped inside and kicked out the remains of the lieutenant’s body, the poor man falling over 22 meters before splatting the ground. Talia glanced at the remaining man, her sunspear already drawn and ready, “I hope by now you’re close to shitting your pants. If so, you will keep moving this thing forward and towards the capital unless you want to join your friend down there.”

Without further explanation, Talia moved over to the controls for the guns, applying what knowledge she had working ships and weaponry. After a few seconds, she quickly figured it out, aiming the guns. From the outside, Imperials were in for a surprise as their ships and soldiers were suddenly mowed down. The walker’s heavy blaster canons blew apart any dropships that brought in more soldiers and blasted through line after line of enemy soldiers. There was chaos erupting within the Sith and SBZ ranks, confusion throwing off their otherwise controlled attacks. Talia aimed for another walker in the distance, blasting it directly in the cockpit and setting it ablaze.

“YEAH!” Talia shouted in delight, sliding up her visor and reaching over to nab some of the man’s chips as she also stole his comm from him. She popped a few of the chips into her mouth, grinning almost maniacally as she continued to fire at Imperial soldiers. She was aware of her strange choice of company the entire time, ready to blow his face to bits if he did anything suspicious.

“I’m heading towards the capital,” She spoke into her open comm line, “I’m giving cover to get evac ships out. Do not attack this walker. I repeat do NOT attack walker SBV-W-8821! It is now under Republic control!” (@Soverin @Kori Buor @MasterTyvokka )She peeked over to see what the Imperial pilot was doing, muttering just loud enough for him to hear, “Ugh I’ll need a stiff drink after this.”

@Prudence