Battle of Coruscant: This Ends Now

[Branok]

"Can anyone read me...." Brynd'an said in distress after being separated from the others on Coruscant. "Come in, anyone." He said again over a comm system he found near some deceased republic soldiers. He looked around frantic trying to get off planet. "I need to get out of here. Anyone; Jedi, Republic.... Sith?" he said smirking, but uneasy that someone might actually answer him.

As he awaited a answer Brynd'an looked over the dead Republic soldiers. "Well, I would hate for their armor to go to waste." He said as he started taking pieces. "I mean, I have needed armor for some time now." He said convincing himself. "Plus I would like to think they would want me to have it, its like their memory living on." He looked at the dog tags of the soldier he recovered the armor from. "I will remember your name Dal Vars." He said as he bowed his head.

Brynd'an then jumped when he heard a voice. "I didn't do it." He said jerking then a sharp pain shot in his side. He forgot he just went through hell a little while ago. The voice came over again. "Repeat, this is the Jedi Army's Flagship Strength of Illum. Come in." "This is Jedi Knight Brynd'an Kaellyn. I read you loud and clear." He said with a sigh of relief. "Can you send me a transport to get onboard?" He said hesitant. "I am injured and in need of assistance." He followed. The voice came back over the intercom. "There is a shuttle nearby your location. Can you make it there?" The voice cackled over the speakers. "Yes send me coordinates." He said as the coordinates came through the intercom. "Three - four, Got it." Brynd'an said as he wrote down the coordinates. "I am oscar mike." He said as he limped his way to the pickup.

Carrying the armor in his hands slowly he made his way to a shuttle with Jedi in armor and soldiers helping people off the planet. "Hey I need a lift." Brynd'an said as he approached. He handed the soldiers the armor. "Don't lose this." He said as he fell onto the ship and blacked out.

Brynd'an awoke inside a bacta tank. His body scarred and bruised from the battle on Coruscant. He looked around and started to struggle. He motioned the droid to let him out. The droid refused to do so saying. "No master Jedi I must keep you in here...." Thud! Was the only sound heard after that after Brynd'an used the Force to pull the droid forward into the tank. "Well I have never met someone so rude." The droid followed as he reluctantly let the Jedi out of the tank.

Brynd'an gathered his clothing and armor that sat in the medbay and began to get dressed. Putting his clothing on followed by the armor. He then engraved the soldier he took the armor from into the armguard. "I will get justice for Coruscant." He said mumbling. "Now I need to speak to someone in charge right away." Brynd'an said to the droid in an attempt to get some information.

 

[Vosrik]

"The War Leviathan is breaking apart. One last volley, OPEN FIRE!"

Captain Rimgard's command was fulfilled, and the squadron of Zealot-class Corvettes unleashed their full payloads of turbolasers and concussion missiles. Explosions wracked their target, critically damaging its systems. A great cheer went up from the pilots, and the Captain ordered further.

"Alright, let's pull this out of the Strength and leave nothing but debris." Putting full power to their tractor beams, the Leviathan began creaking loudly as it slowly but surely became dislodged from the hull of its kamikaze target. The Sith wouldn't have much time.

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Having forced the Sith backward, the respite gave Vosrik some time to re-evaluate his opponent. Strong, quick reflexes, and the ability so far to counter his Ataru effectively. For now, the Chiss was on the defensive.

"The Order has no say in our war, and the Army isn't ruled by one that would slay countless innocents. The Brotherhood is far from innocent."

Readying himself for another clash of blades, the Sith's charge was unexpectedly followed by an elbow to the jaw. A smack resounded from the connection of bone, and the Jedi Lord stumbled back to face the tip of Argus' savage blade. And then the serpent opened his maw once more. The response was a simple one, though it was becoming clear that while the Jedi might have had the physical upper hand, the Sith was the one with the mental cleaver.

"It's known well that the Sith Empire and even your Brotherhood is built on the backs of slavery. If anything, your freedom is just an illusion, where in reality your powers are being used as a tool in the machine of the Sith. If we're comparing the righteousness of each of us, I only see the Brotherhood freeing slaves by burning them."

Dashing the single blade of his opponent high into the air, Vosrik delivered a powerful sidekick to the blue alien's torso. Once more he put forth his hands, though instead of a push of energy, a stream of fire burst forth in steady torrents. The manifestation of power only lasted a moment as a Sith fighter broke through the Jedi Fleet's ranks and peppered the bridge with plasma. The room shook, causing Lord Tanari to falter and several wires to burst free of their housing in the ceiling. Now, between the two fighters were draped black tendrils sizzling with electricity and spitting hot sparks to the floor.

@Argus
better not lose your ride home O:​

 

[Richie B.]

The general watch the Sith take the force wave well, which wasn't good for the general, he needed this fight over with quickly. If he wanted to get back to helping the other Jedi deal with any Sith that were attempting to get the Darth prisoners out. He could see the Sith walking over now with the prisoner but sadly he didn't have the time to deal with them. If he wanted to finish this he needed to just focus one at a time. Watching the man that had every intent to kill those on the ship, Brand thought of those he needed to protect and made sure to focus and stay calm. Making a vow to take care of his charge once this was over, a plan working in his head of the future and what was needed from the general.

When the man finally responded the general simply laugh internally, if the Sith truly didn't like fighting he had a odd way of showing it. But he notice the Sith throwing a younger Jedi at him, deactivating one of his blades he was able to grab him without cutting him in half. Pushing him out of the way the Jedi returned to watching the Sith has he got closer and seemed to be playing with his light saber, turning it off and on. If he had to guess the Sith was trying to mess with him with tricks but the Jedi simply smile since the technique had a flaw.

And as soon as the Sith lunged, the Jedi jumped back towards the other way when he throw his shoto blade at the man's chest, the blade staying activated as he flow towards the Sith whose light saber would be currently off. As the blade left the Jedi's hand he reached quickly with a speed only a Jedi or Sith could have a fired from the hip a stun bolt at the man's knees. The bolt being a blue ring would hit if the Sith didn't react but with a light saber only a second apart there was little time to react to both. The Sith was only a few feet in front of him when the Jedi throw the light saber and since the Sith had jumped towards the Jedi the blade would reach its target quickly.

Because his shoto needed the switch to be pressed again to turn off the blade would remain active until it was pressed again. But the Sith would most likely not have the time to do this. They were now only 8 feet apart, but the Jedi general waited to see what the Sith did with the attack, before making another move.

"I'm sorry but I doubt you will make it in time." Was the only thing the General said at the Sith who seemed convinced he would be able to get out of this situation quickly.

The general planned on making the Sith stay and make sure what Vosrik did to the other Darth, he would do to this Darth Cain.

@Vinny

 

[Proleptic]

Maliel's expression went from desperation to fear, Venator's words weaving the web of damnation that she had so carefully avoided in her perilous occupations. As Venator spoke, Maliel considered his words carefully. Any and all reassurance that she was searching for was not to be found. Instead, she found only a cold reaffirmation of her wrongdoing. Maliel shook her head as he continued speaking, so many doubts running rampant through her brain.

She never was allowed to reach a conclusion, however, as a new presence entered the scene. Mal wasn't familiar with him, but she could feel the powerful dark aura emanating from his very being. As he stalked ever closer, and Maliel steadied herself for departure, Venator lowered his voice to whisper a few last words. "Don't be caught in her game. Don't be her tool. You are your own person and there's power and good in you still. Love isn't evil, but you can't let it control you. Look at what it's already made you do: murder and betrayal of friends."

Maliel's eyes locked onto Venator's mask, no longer searching for validation that she knew she would not find. She simply nodded, and moved to create some distance. It would stand to reason that this new man had been sent by Kira, and she wasn't going to keep the woman waiting. She leaned her weight back, channeling the force into a light push, just something to push Venator back a little bit, while jumping back to meet the Sith.

"Be careful." Maliel said, making it seem as if she were talking to the Sith. In truth, she was more inclined to direct it towards Venator. She had no great love for the man, especially when she was now being forced to leave, but she was thankful that he seemed merciful, and she was thankful for his guidance. Turning on heel, she fled quickly through the halls. She needed to get off this ship and clear her mind.

 

[Argus]

“You-”

The Chiss was interrupted by the reengage from the Jedi, although more focused in the moment on the conversation and without the added strength of holding the saber with both hands, the saber shot upwards as a kick forced Argus backwards even more. Stumbling backwards, eyes trained onto Vosrik, his own hand extended outwards as to brace against another wave yet was met with a agitated fissure of plasma into the barriers of the bridge. Losing footing, coming to a knee as the flames licked into the air of the ceiling above the Sith's head, Argus raised his saber as a cord lashed out and clashed against the saber's guard.

CRACK

The saber dropped with a shock onto the floor, disengaged, as the wire short circuited the electronic components within the hilt of the weapon. A dead saber, and a field of wires which separated the two combatants only added to the anger as it meant the only way was back now. A growl was the result from the pain coursing through the right hand of the Chiss, flexing the fingers in a fist then spread outwards, Argus called his saber onto it's place on his belt with his left hand. Regaining his balance, Argus sneered in his anger at the Jedi then made a promise.

“We are not done, Jedi.”

The word Jedi was like the Chiss spat venom into the wires before he withdrew back into the breached doors of the bridge. The screeching of the two ship's hull resounded once more, it was clear the forces of the Jedi were pulling out the Leviathan used to smash into the hangar of the Star Destroyer. In his mind, it was silly, the ship currently entangled with pulling out the wreckage would be sacrificing themselves as a tide of Sith Star Destroyers and War Leviathans focused their own fire into the Corvettes. But that did not matter if those of important notice were not off the Strength of Ilum before there was no escape. Argus had to hurry, and luckily was fairly still alive, giving strength to his speed as he dashed back towards the hangar.

Coming upon a sight which was quite entertaining to see, a man dead with a poncho thrown on his body with the markings of five pistols etched onto the fringe. Argus just had to snag it. Yet as he dashed ever onwards towards his escape, there were still fights occurring. There was no time anymore, and the fashion sense that Argus wanted to start had to be the sacrifice to get these Jedi off their backs. At the end of his current hallway, the man which headed the incursion which captured Darth Solum stood squared against a large black plastic man. Tossing the poncho over the masked man's head like a net, entangling the man within it's grasp, Argus shouted at the tin can.

“Get moving Melon head!”

Unfortunately, there was another conflict of interest. A Jedi General fighting the masochist Darth Vinster, obviously the Jedi should have been set on Fyre already, but there had been enough high ranking crispy critters already. Kira and Argus like just burned Darth Crisper's dead body a couple weeks ago or something. A large piece of broken ship would have to do, as Argus forced it between the two fighters using the force. Logging the thing between the two formed an impassible barrier which blocked the corridor the Jedi General was in, leaving only a path behind the man.

“Pain later, escape now.”

Argus shouted before himself dashing into the remaining portion of the War Leviathan, into the Icarus-class Star Courier Darth Solum was currently occupying, revving the engine and preparing for takeoff. The hatch left open for the remaining escapees, gave the two some time to make it to safety, yet things were running slightly edgy. Sighing as he took control of the ship, Argus stared out of the cockpit window and grinned before confirming the two Darths and Maliel were indeed on the craft and their escape was made back towards the Sith fleet.

“That was for RHEN VAR.”

@Vosrik @Darth Malon @Phœnix @Vinny @Fyremage @Proleptic @Prudence @Wit @Richie B.
Vosrik is ruining everyone's fun with the tractor beam, time to mop things up.

 

[Vinny]

The Jedi General was certainly not short on surprises, that was for certain. Cain only had an instant to push himself to the right, turning his body uncomfortably, only to get caught in the knee by the stun blast fired in his direction. The howl of pain that should have come was knocked from his chest by the second wave of pain that came immediately afterward. The tip of the lightsaber blade grazed his face, cutting the shimmer-silk cowl that concealed his grotesque features. He let out a gasp, staggering to the side and covering his face with his palm. Rage boiled in his chest, no, no no no no NO! He was NOT going to let this General get away with unmasking him.

His pride hurt, and his temper flaring. Cain lowered his hand and revealed the visage of a man who had soared too close to the sun, was burned, but landed on both feet. Three pairs of eyes, two pairs open and glowing with orange light, stared out from his head where his forehead should be. The veins, skin, and even bone had been warped around the spot, framing his deformity and making it even more pronounced. Cain's first two rows of eyes blinked in unison, adverse to the direct contact with light.

"You..." Cain snarled. "I am going to end you!" The high prophet of the Sith let out a bellow of rage from deep within his chest, a thunderous sound that shook the catwalks that stretched across the roof of the hangar. The concussive blast rippled across the battlefield. One Jedi padawan who had staggered too close to the fight found his leg pulverized by the blast. The padawan cried out in agony as the blast hurtled toward the Jedi General. Cain was not done though, he darted toward the General, his blade leveled. He would skewer the bastard, given the chance.

@Richie B.

 

[Phoenix]

Corvo could only watch and hope as the Jedi Master left. He hoped that his words would imprint themselves on her mind and fester there until she finally took the leap to betray the Sith. He could only hope that the good he sensed in her wasn't an error and that it would ultimately win out. Even so, he wasn't hopeful. The path of the darkness was addicting and if she didn't pull away from it quickly it would consume her.

As she slipped away, he settled himself on his other opponent. His armor was no doubt designed to cause intimidation in his opponents and for a moment the man reminded him of the Sith he'd killed on Lothal after facing off against the Dark Lord. He was beginning to realize that Solum was going to escape and while Venator wouldn't retreat, he wasn't going to fly blindly into a ring full of Sith. He was a warrior, but not a fool.

He recognized the opponent's opener. Form V which made perfect sense given the man's large size and limited mobility. Power blows and offense would no doubt be his opponent's way and so Corvo waited, right saber held down at his side until he sensed another approaching presence and it wasn't one of the Light but festering darkness. He wasn't about to be stabbed in the back and so he prepared by pivoting to face both opponents just in time to see... a poncho? Whatever the cloth was, it came down toward his head he leapt back seeing a blue skinned Sith charging by. This was the elite striketeam of the Sith just as the team to capture Solum had been. He wasn't sure that he wanted to face off against two of them at once and he certainly wasn't going to go charging in.

Begone back to your hole but keep looking over your shoulder. I'll be coming for you. Fear and the psychological were powerful tools in war and as long as he could keep them glancing at the shadows, perhaps they would hesitate to leave their holes. That and, of course, he was still coming for them. @Malon @Argus

 

[Malon]

Malon felt the warning in the Force before the blue-skinned Chiss emerged to interrupt his battle. Something... Something large... was crashing down towards the Jedi flagship. It was frustrating. If he wanted to survive, he would have to heed Argus' warning and abandon the former Supreme Leader here—a dishonor if there ever was one. But he had not climbed the ranks of the Sith by being a fool. Things like honor were no use the dead.

Heading Argus' warning, he shut off the blade of his lightsaber, gathered the Force to him and leaped to the doorway. Behind him, he heard the former Supreme Leader's warning. The two of them—Lord Malon and Venator—had a lot in common, he thought as the Jedi's words processed. They preferred leaving their foes feeling intense, cold, and lingering fear. But the Jedi was foolish. Fear, in the hands of the proper Sith, was a weapon of dark power. Beneath his mask, Malon smirked. Looking back over his shoulder as he left the room, Malon decided to leave his foe with a warning of his own, "I'm counting on it, Venator. I'm counting on it..."

The Sith Lord disappeared through the darkened hall, using the power of the Force to allow him to run with supernatural speed despite the weight of his armor. He returned to the hanger, to the shuttle where he had left the Dark Lord of the Sith, and boarded. Before he knew it, the ship was tearing off back towards the fleet. The Sith leader had been secured; the Jedi flagship was in tatters. Darth Malon knew he should feel triumphant, but he did not. Venator, he thought, and he silently vowed to kill the traitor if he was ever given the chance again.

@Phoenix @Prudence @Argus

 

[Vinny]

The huge portion of ship crashed down just as Cain registered it's presence. He hit it, hard, his weapon digging into it. He snarled, glaring back at the source of force power that had interrupted his hunt. Had he just a few more moments he could have skewered the Jedi, giving him enough time to consume his mind and satisfy his hunger. Hunger? Was that what drove him right now? Cain's many eyes crackled with pain. He grasped his face and cursed, deactivating his lightsaber. He didn't have time for this. He had something more important to worry about. What was it? He grasped for the thought in the swirling mass of stolen personalities. There, in the depths, Solum.

He swore and looked up, the ship was already preparing to depart. Tensing his legs he drew on the dark side and kicked off the ground, bursting forward in a blur of pseudomotion. He didn't have time to worry about the Jedi right now. He had to depart.

Deciding to forgive the indiscretion of the one who had thrown a piece of a starship at him for now, he darted up the boarding ramp and slid to a stop. His chest was heaving, his face was matted with his brown hair, and the cauterized cut on his cheek burned and smelled horribly. It was a small injury, but he would not forget it. The Jedi General would pay for damaging his cowl. He threw up his hood to cover his face as he made his way through the ship, not bothering to greet those he passed in usual charismatic-Cain fashion.

He made his way up to the bridge of the star courier and leaned against the wall, staring out at the chaos left behind. This was far from over.

 

[Valen Pelora]

Valen rushed through the ship, his mind was spread wide as he desperately tried to avoid patches of Darkness. His students followed close behind as they weaved through the interior of the ship. He was done fighting. He had seen enough death on Coruscant, he had felt too many lives ripped from the Force. He had killed. A part of him understood he had been given no choice, the Sith would have killed him without a second thought. The rest of him only saw a broken promise.

He had sworn to preserve life, to bring healing to the galaxy. He had tried to walk that path since his days as a Padawan on Tython. Lately, he had found himself beset by violence on all sides. He fought hard to remain calm in the storm, but was failing. The last few months of his life had been filled with death. He had tried to heal Ryloth but had been forced into conflict. He had tried to heal on Coruscant but been forced into conflict. He could not escape the war.

He could feel the Sith being pushed off the capital ship, it was a small comfort. The feeling paled in comparison to the violation of the Jedi Flag ship being attacked. The very heart of the Jedi Army had been punctured, wounded. It didn’t matter the Jedi were repelling the invaders, the Sith had won. Coruscant was falling, the Army was pained, and his faith was shaken. It would never be the same.

Eventually, The Jedi and his charges reached a safe area of the ship. He barricaded the door, moved to the center of the room, and silently closed his eyes in meditation. He would need time away. He would not abandon Irx and SIgal, but once they were safe on Dantooine he would figure something out. He could give them a small mission, something easy to complete. He could use that time to center himself, solidify his faith in the Light. He needed the time to become himself again. He was losing his way, he could feel it. He just needed time. He was certain he could find the path again. He prayed he was no wrong.

OOC: This completes Valen’s involvement in the thread.