Battle of Coruscant: This Ends Now

Vosrik · Jan 13, 2017

Open to ALL JEDI who wish to witness the event|Death Disabled

Jedi Flagship, Strength of Ilum

Skies above Coruscant

The battle of Coruscant raged outside, though the flagship was relatively safe with several fleet lines of Corvettes and Assault Frigates defending it. The Jedi Lord, robed in his full regalia on the bridge of the Empyreal-Class Star Destroyer Strenght of Ilum, turned from the viewing port to face the approaching Jedi Knight. He had received word only a few hours ago that the elite strike team he sent to capture the Sith Lord had been successful.

"My Lord, she is safely detained and we await your orders," the grizzled Justicar announced as he stepped up to the bridge. Placing a hand on his beautifully engraved lightsaber, Orrin Murdock watched the Jedi Lord expectantly for his answer.

With a grim face, Vosrik nodded and prepared himself for this moment. For several months these two figureheads had been at odds, and now they would finally meet in person. The decision he would have to make gnawed at the back of his mind, knowing he would not - nay, could not - let this Darksider go free, though unwilling to execute her like some animal. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he replied firmly,

"Bring her in."

The Justicar bowed, exiting the bridge swiftly to carry out his Lord's order. Stepping up to the Captain's chair, Vosrik pushed a button that lay on the armrest. A single chord echoed throughout the flagship, signaling that he would be making an announcement.

"All Jedi aboard the Strength of Ilum, this is your Lord Vosrik Tanari speaking. Please join me on the bridge. Today, you will witness the power of the Army and know that the Sith can be broken down and defeated."

Rev · Jan 13, 2017

Even in such bleak times the Strength of Ilum was a beacon of hope, its hull radiating with Force Energy unlike anywhere in the universe. The rooms within held much of the Order it seemed, and their own lightside radiance bellowed from within. It was within one of these rooms Jedi Knight Andrei Berrak found himself; knelt in silent meditation. It was that unique collection of lightside energy that had the focus of his mind at the moment, until he felt it. The swell of dark energy unlike anything he'd ever encountered began to send shock waves through his innermost core. Before his meditation could break the voice of Vosrik came through the speakers.

"- Please join me on the bridge. Today, you will witness the power of the Army and know that the Sith can be broken down and defeated."

Opening his eyes it was outside the meditation that he came to realize the sweat that had found itself to his brow. Getting to his feet he was able to suck in a deep breath and hold it as he moved out of the room and to the bridge. Each step towards the meeting point seemed to come with it a heavier burden of weight. As if the artificial gravity was somehow pushing down harder. He knew what it truly was, even if the Sith was inhibited, the darkside energy they drew upon still filled the air. Finally coming to the bridge Andrei would give Lord Vosrik a nod of confidence before taking a stance near the man. Something... The Force, told him it was where he should be. Where he had to be.

Valen Pelora · Jan 13, 2017

Valen’s body ached. He was covered in cuts, bruises, scrapes and countless unseen injuries. The Force exhaustion still clung to him. His movements were slow and his breathing labored. He moved through a fog, each thought slower than the last. The moment Irx, Sigal, and the remaining refugees had been safe he had collapsed. He had pushed his body past his breaking point. Coruscant was falling and all he had managed was to save a few lives. He had never felt smaller.

His physical injuries would heal but his soul was broken. His whole life he had put his faith in the Lightside. He trusted the Force and it had betrayed him. How could this have happened? How could a whole planet be left to burn? There had been so much death. He had watched the Sith kill indiscriminately. Old, young, alien, human, children and adults. It didn’t matter. The red blades of the Sith had found them. Together, with Irx and Sigal, they had saved a group of refugees but they had failed to save them all. The march towards the Republic captured Walker had left them exposed. The Sith had taken full advantage of their vulnerability, he had watched in horror as the lives he had promised to protect were cut short.

He had done terrible things to protect his students on Coruscant. He couldn’t, or wouldn’t, remember how many lives he had taken. He had killed without second thought, without hesitation. He had used the Force as a weapon, used the Force to kill. He had sworn to himself he would never abuse the Force. Another broken promise. The only solace he took was in Sigal and Irx being safe. He had kept them safe. The two young Initiates were safely aboard the Strength of Ilum. The evacuation shuttle had taken the three Jedi directly to the flagship. He barely remembered being dragged to the medbay before losing consciousness.

The Jedi Flagship was a bonfire in the dead of night. He could still sense Sigal and Irx, despite the overwhelming number of Jedi Force signatures. The two young Jedi had made him unspeakably proud. They had come so far in such a short time. They were both a credit to the Army. He could sense the battle still raging far below. It was over. The Darkside was spreading across Coruscant. The fight would go on but the outcome was already decided. They had been unprepared for the vicious Sith assault. No one could have ever imagined the Sith attacking the Core Worlds, until they did.

His head pounded as Lord Tanari’s voice sounded through the ships com system. His stomach sunk at their leader’s strong words. The last thing any of them needed was more death. He rose slowly and made his way to the bridge. He filed in as more of his brothers and sisters began to arrive. The Force was filled with tension, foreboding. He waited.

Zenya · Jan 13, 2017

Lanna was sleeping, Finally. After all, she was exhausted from the ongoing events of chaos and ensuing panic spread across Coruscant. The young girl had bruises and cuts all over body, none of which were too horribly painful. Her back was sore, and she had a bandage wrapped around her right calf. On her temple was a fair sized cut that she had three little sticky bandages places across. All in all she was lucky to come out with the few physical inflictions she did. Mentally however, she was drained. She had seen enough war to last her a lifetime, and the last thing she wanted to do was continue to deal with it.

They were on a ship, with many rooms. One of which the girl slept in with her dear friend Yva. It was the middle of the day, but Lanna had already devised one goal after she set foot on the ship, and that was to take a shower, and get some rest. She was in a black tank top, and comfy cargo pants. The room was dark, but she laid on her back with her arms over her eyes to block out the light coming out from under the door.

Flinching, a voice was broadcast through the overhead speakers of their little room. Vosrik, Lord of the Jedi was calling everyone to the bridge. Lanna was about to close her eyes and drift back off to sleep before she sat up with a huff. Shaking her head a little, she brushed her wildly tangled hair over her shoulder, and moved her neck to the side, stretching. Pressing her knuckles down on the metal edge of the bed, they cracked, and she dangled her legs off the upper bunk.

"Looks like we better get going, Yva," she muttered. She must have slept for several hours already. Jumping down, she moved over in the dark, and switched the light on. "Sorry," she whispered just incase her friend was annoyed by her turning on the light.

Bending over, she stuffed her feet into her boots, and looked back up in the mirror, tapping the band aids on her temple. They looked good. She did her own first aid, so she liked to make sure everything was in good shape.

Assuming Yva was behind her, she opened the door, twisting out into the hall.

There seemed to be a somber ambiance filling the ship and the minds of the people around her that made their way to the bridge. She resumed the same air, and moved on, amber eyes wide to the oncoming event before her.

Phoenix · Jan 13, 2017

Even from the Light-centered presence of the flagship Corvo could feel the presence of death surrounding him. The battles raging below on the planet were on such a massive scale as to be completely unmissable to anyone aboard. Lives were being taken by the second as armies clashed and civilians were caught in the crossfire. It was of small consolation that the Dark Lord of the Sith would be facing justice today. It seemed almost too insignificant of an action as to be influential, but wars were about more than quantity of those killed. He'd learned long ago that it was about who died.

Kill one, terrify a thousand.

The loss of the Dark Lord would be a fatal blow to the morale of the Brotherhood. At least he hoped. Yet, every joy and victory seemed to be laced with hardship and pain. Even as he handed Kira over to the Jedi in charge of her incarceration he mourned the death of Val. He had been a good man and kind to his family which was a rarity and one that Corvo would never forget. Yet another person had paid for this war with his life.

Corvo had taken the woman - a former friend - as far as he could. He stood outside the doors to the bridge where the Jedi Lord would pass his judgement on her and he stood in silence, in his full battle regalia awaiting the order to have her brought in. The pit of darkness that surrounded her - and he feared himself as well - was another thing that was all but unnoticeable. As the order was given, Corvo knew that the time had come to hand the murderess over to the Lord and he allowed the Jedi to take her away, ever watchful, but removed from the crowd. He had always been one to stick to the shadows and now that he was a Jedi that became all the more important: an invisible force for... justice?

His life was one filled with remorse, but this time there was none. Anything that Kira had been as a friend before was gone and there could be no second guessing. She'd slaughtered and pillaged in her campaign and had no indication of remorse for her actions. Corvo couldn't force her to see the Light again and was beyond trying. He was here to see justice done, if possible, and he took some small solace in the fact that lives might be saved by his actions this time, rather than destroyed.

No matter how many times he told himself that, he couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness. Not that he wanted to turn back from this, but at the end of the day he blamed himself for this as well. You're here to protect the weak. That's what this is: justice. It's not personal; it's beyond that.

Orbis · Jan 13, 2017

"Already? Can't a girl get some sleep around here? This is payback for not being here sooner, isn't it?" Yvannia considered herself lucky to not have ended up in the same situation many of the Jedi returning from the surface had been. She hadn't taken part in the fighting, and had only just arrived to the planet to find the battle in-progress, but she'd seen many returning with scratches, bruises, or worse. To an extent, she had almost felt guilty. There she was out on a comparatively peaceful and uneventful assignment while her brothers and sisters in the Army were fighting for their lives to defend the very heart of democracy itself. She'd even celebrated with a drink.

She had only just laid her head down to get some sleep when the announcement had called, and was more than a bit irritated her sleep was being denied her. Dragging herself out of bed and throwing on her finest scarf, she prepared to depart. "Let's go and see what this is all about, then. Probably captured a Sith and want us to all give him hugs until he converts, or something. Or maybe we'll all get together and share war stories," she offered a cursory shrug, attempting to bring a shard of levity to this otherwise oppressively grim environment.

As her friend left the room, Yva followed not far behind. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't at least intrigued by whatever it is their fearless leader had wanted to show them, and wasn't sure whether to feel eager or concerned. The atmosphere on the ship was certainly heavy, and still, unyielding in sombre remembrance of the fallen. Just walking through the halls, Yvannia couldn't help but feel regret for not coming sooner, and having enjoyed such levity prior to the day's atrocities reaching her ears, the horrors of war made all too real as it reared its ugly head in the very heart of Republic space, and threatened even now to tear the galaxy even further asunder.

She should've been here. Her master was here, her friend was here, why wasn't she here too, fighting to protect the ideals of liberty and freedom themselves against the tyranny of conflict, and the unrelenting durasteel fist of the Sith? She could only hope that her presence here now could begin to make up for her previous absence, her lull in presence during the fighting in the vast cityscape of the world below their feet.

Arian Korzak · Jan 13, 2017

Fascinating. I can feel it. But what exactly- The voice that came through speakers interrupted his thoughts as it spoke saying to come to the bridge to witness something. "This ought to explain the feeling." Arian said to himself standing up from his cross legged position and heading towards the bridge.

Let's see what is in store. A show of power, strength, or the weakness of the enemy? Some other publicity stunt of sorts. It is, after all, just another way to make other jedi more willing and more eager to fight. Or more hopeful in any case. I guess I can't really judge that they would do that. It's easier than trying to utilize reason alone, that wouldn't get very far for most. In fact, that's just a bad idea to use. He shook his head as he thought about it and continued walking, his grey robe flowing slightly as he took swift strides to the location.

He laid a hand against the hilt of his vibro dagger, more for the feel of it then any actual combat purpose. It was a useful trick up ones sleeve no doubt. But he kept it most because, like his dura steel ring, the touch of it soothed his mind. And right now he realized, he would be most likely seeing a sith or someone who had been around siths, which meant that soothing touch might be something he would need greatly.

Irxirola Mishka · Jan 14, 2017

Strength of Ilum

Irx was exhausted. Beyond exhausted. There came a point in every being's body where they would be pushed past the point of exhaustion. He had no energy to relax, no energy to calm himself, only the energy to pace, and pace he did. While Sigal and the Lethan did not share a room, their room's on the ship were adjacent to each other, and they frequented the other's rooms, only because the two Initiate's were better friends yes, friends, he was positive of this now, even if he hadn't after knowing for the better part of his life. Also, to get food, water, and meetings with their master. Irx's broken nose was healed, thanks to the healers on the ship, and he now paced, not in his room, but in Sigal's.

Hopefully she wasn't too exhausted.

He had failed himself, his master, Sigal, and the countless dead refugees and citizens of Coruscant. He simply wasn't strong enough, wise enough, or smart enough, to protect them all. Sigal had proved that she was brilliant, and Valen proved himself wise, but all the Lethan had proved was that he could not retain the lessons his master had taught him, and that his darkness was almost as strong, if not just as strong, as his light. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware of the fact that his pacing was probably irritating Sigal to no end, and he simply, at this point, did not care. His master, Valen, was taken to the med bay as soon as they had gotten on the ship. He had sustained wounds that were more than superficial. His spirit was wounded, the worst kind of wound, as far as the Lethan was concerned.

Another casualty. "We should have seen it coming." Were the only words he spoke to his Hapan peer, in this time. He opened his mouth to speak, before he was interrupted.

"All Jedi aboard the Strength of Ilum, this is your Lord Vosrik Tanari speaking. Please join me on the bridge. Today, you will witness the power of the Army and know that the Sith can be broken down and defeated."

He didn't know what to think. It sounded more like a propaganda ad, then words spoken from Lord Tanari. He shot a short, singular breath from his nose. "I'm going." He said to his friend, and on the back end on one of his paces, paced right out of her room, hooked a right down a long corridor, and, joined by more curious Jedi, made his way towards the bridge. Some of the Jedi wore signs of the battle, whether on their face, or their Force aura, or their clothes, he could tell. Just as he could pick the Jedi out of the crowd who had fought, he was able to pick the ones who hadn't.

He crushed any sort of resentment he might feel for these Jedi, and replaced it with temporary happiness. Not everyone needed to witness what he had witnessed. He moved through the ever crowding bridge, and found his place on the left side of the Mirialan Jedi Knight that was his master. "Glad to see you're healing well, Master." He said, and crossed his arms, his dual lightsabers hanging at his belt.

Pam0wl · Jan 14, 2017

Sigal sat on her standard size bed, her sore, bruise battered body bent in the meditative positon. But it was not inner peace or composure she sought. It was self preservation and desperate healing. On the battlefield that was the ruins of the Coruscants' street, she had been more wounded than she had ever before. She still remembered it, the reflection in a piece of broken glass revealing her bloodied and damaged face. Once it was a thing of great beauty, her pride embodied in one single concept. To see it ravaged and broken... Her psyche almost broke in that moment; she had once again lost faith and focus in the battle with the sith and it had almost cost the hapan her life. In any other circumstance, she would have left the battle and fled, desperate to fix herself. Yet she stayed, battling the sith in a disregarded conviction. She continued to fight and defend the refugees, until her body was ready to collapse. She was still trying to process what had driven her, what had overridden her unrelenting instinct of self preservation. Was it the force, guiding her as Valen said it would?
For now, she pushed the thoughts aside and instead focused on repairing the damages of war. Coruscant was in ruins, as was her body.

Must relax… reach out with my mind… reach inside… through the pain… to touch the Force...Knit skin together… mend flesh… renew!

Only Irx, currently present in her room, would see the subtle transformation. The ugly scratches and slashes, caused by projectile debris and her brutal opponent, were now slowly melding together, seamlessly fusing and made well. The ugly patchwork of bruises and inflammation slowly regressed and faded as the cells were repaired and replaced.

Finally, she spoke to her twi'lek companion, though her voice was throaty and dry."Irx, I'm not even looking at you and you're making me dizzy." During the battle, she had found herself trapped within the squeezing clutches of a force choke. The air had been robbed of her lungs so fast, the hapan was blacking out. Fate entervened and Sigal escaped death's grotesque kiss; yet the reminders of her encounter still flared openly on the paleness of her neck. A collar of bruising still lingered, stubbornly delayed in its healing. She finally looked at her the twi'lek, peaking open one of her eyes. Earlier it had been bloodshot and swollen, yet the healing trance seemingly seemed to have repaired it to its counterpart's brilliance.

"We should have seen it coming." Irx's tone, though now controlled and tamed, hinted to deeper conflictions; the ones he continued to carried and heap onto himself.

It caused Sigal to abandon her healing trance for now; as always, her friend was a distracting fellow. She gave her red skinned companion her full attention, though her eyes seemed to be distance as she spoke. "This was beyond any of our control. Irx. We can not dwell on it. We did our best, that is all that could have been asked of us." The words seemed rehearsed, as if she had been saying the same ones to herself all throughout and after their extraction from the battle.

A voice over the ship's intercom system stopped their conversation.

"All Jedi aboard the Strength of Ilum, this is your Lord Vosrik Tanari speaking. Please join me on the bridge. Today, you will witness the power of the Army and know that the Sith can be broken down and defeated."

Though Irx moved to leave, Sigal hesitated. The Hapan was reluctant to leave her room; though many were probably in worst state than her, she still felt self conscious and deformed. To the proud and beautiful race of her people, even the smallest scratch was an unforgivable offense. Truth be told, the hapan had managed to heal herself more or less into the original beguiling state she was previously. But only physically was she stitched together. On the inside, she was still in pain. Her body protested at the slightest movement whilst her trauma raged within. When the sith had nearly disfigured her, Sigal snapped -as she had done when she was youngling in sparring match-. It had been the greatest display of unbridled emotion the maturing girl had ever demonstrated; though it gave her bolstered power in battle, it now left her fragmented and uncertain. Inwardly, she was picking up the pieces, trying to put the stoic walls back up. But from now on, there would always be cracks. For now she blocked out the experience of the battle; it was the only way she was keeping herself composed. Later, when she was fully healed and sound of mind, would she purge the realities and memories of Coruscant.

With a sigh, she adorned her outer robes and exited her accommodation, trailing after the Twi'lek at a subtle pace until she came to the opposite side of the of the Mirialan. She merely nodded to him, though her attention seemed fixed on those around them. Yet again she seemed focused on observing the crowd around them. Perhaps she felt wary of any occasional stares being offered her way. Of course, there were none but she felt somewhat paranoid. In a hushed, strained tone, she spoke to her master, "What's going on?"

@Valen Pelora @Irxirola Mishka

Prudence · Jan 14, 2017

Cold. That was how Kira had felt for days now. Locked in her tiny cell the Dark Lord had been allowed few luxuries, and fewer visitors. No one had attempted to interrogate her, not even the Jedi Lord himself, and Kira had found that strikingly odd. She was one of the three most important beings in the entire Brotherhood, and to not even attempt to extract information from her was a blunder - not that she would be one to break under interrogation. She was deep in meditation, attempting to reach past the neural dampeners on her head. So far she hadn't been able to overcome, and was completely void of the Force. The sudden emptiness and loneliness made her feel even colder. She was familiar with the room she was in, not because she'd ever been here. No she had been many in a room like it, aboard various Empyreal-Classes of the Brotherhood. Many a Jedi she'd interrogated and murdered in these cells, and now the rolls were reversed.

The Dark Lord was shaken from her meditation as a shadow grew over the opaque transparisteel of the door, before it ultimately slid aside and revealed a pair of Jedi on the otherside. The pair consisted of an Ithorian and a Twi'lek, the Ithorian holding a pair of stun cuffs and the Twi'lek with an ignited Lightsaber. Kira smiled lightly at the Ithorian, "Do tell me, where was it your parents lived? On Ithor that is, I can let you know approximately what killed them... napalm or turbolasers." The Twi'lek stabbed her in the stomach with his blade, sending a jolt of pain through her, and the realization that he had it set to stun. Kira doubled over and the Ithorian quickly and roughly bound her hands and grabbed her by the arms.

"I don't converse with monsters. Move."

Kira shrugged, her breath ragged still from the blow, "Whatever you say. My credits are on turbolaser.. I hit quite a few small to-" She felt the saber stab her back now, causing her to stumble and let out a groan. "You do love that saber. I'll be sure to use it when I fekking kill you. " She growled back at him. The pair escorted her the rest of the way in silence. During their trip Kira could feel her heart racing. Even if she wasn't afraid, she had no idea what was happening. She had no idea where they were, nor where she was being taken. The lack of knowing left her nervous and paranoid. She also wondered where Venator had gone, as when she had awoken she was in her cell. Her questions were quickly answered as she was paraded aboard the bridge. She was dressed in a simple black two piece tunic, akin to the kind a surgeon would wear during surgery, and was being presented as a kind of trophy to those gathered. All eyes were on Kira now, and she allowed her eyes to wander over the crowd. She recognized some of those gathered, including Vosrik and Corvo, and others she didn't recognize.

"Good to see all your faces this bright and early morning," Kira bit at the crowd, "I'll add you all to the list of Jedi I'll be personally escorting to the gates of hell."

saam · Jan 15, 2017

Ikora had been battered fairly badly from the fight down on Coruscant. It had been the fiercest battle she'd fought in, and although the battle was lost, she along with other survivors lived on to remember what had happened and who they'd lost, but also to uphold the legacy of what was, of who those souls were and what they stood for. The only regret Ikora had was, oddly enough her life. For had she really fought her hardest if breath still filled her lungs? Since the battle she had retreated more into her mind, seeing so much death all at once was for her, unfathomable. But it was reality no matter how far fetched it all seemed. Ikora wondered about herself and felt a shift in her.
There had been little time for anything and yet now there seemed a surplus. She lay down, now isolated in a little room alone from everything else. Her body ached all over and she felt mentally drained, the excess use of the force more taxing than any physical abuse she may have experienced. Her hand came up to feel the missing horn, a momentary scar. It would grow back, but she almost wished it wouldn't for she wanted to remember the battle of Coruscant.

An announcement came over the speakers and for a time Ikora simply lay in the bed, until finally stirring to make her way to the bridge. She had heard a few murmurs of a certain captive aboard the ship, a notorious Sith Lord. Ikora felt that death was a measly punishment but continued to hold the fervent belief that it was necessary. Now was for the time Jedi needed to show a sign of strength, what else could they do to the prisoner to prove this?

Making her way on the bridge, Ikora came just in time to see the prisoner being escorted through the crowd, her eyes on the women's back. Ikora joined the group of Jedi and walked her way around circle gathering to find a direct line of sight on the Sith. She looked blankly at the women, waiting for what was to happen.

Dawyn · Jan 15, 2017

Maksem was in a foul mood on the Strength of Ilum, so much so that he had even attempted to meditate in an attempt to calm himself, much good that it did him. He had just sent over a thousand men and women to their deaths, people who had families, people who had children, and indeed, some even grandchildren, and he was still sober. He didn’t like that. He didn’t like that at all, but he had made a promise to the women in his life to control himself. Some days it was easy.Days like this, he felt torn between curling up in a fetal position and vomiting in self-loathing and disgust or finding something suitably fragile and exceedingly expensive to smash across the floor.

All those people are dead because of me. People under my command, and good people too. And now, I know I’m supposed to think of them like they were acceptable losses, that their deaths were their wish, that I was doing what had to be done. But at the end of the day, only I, their families, and those few others who survived with me will know their story, know that they were people, know that they had hearts, dreams, ambitions, loves, all snuffed out by the Sith in a moment-everyone else will see them as an anecdote at best, a statistic at worst. Yes, I’m a hypocrite, yes, I kill people on my assignments because because I’m not smart enough to figure out a way to avoid bloodshed and don’t have a death wish, I’m not without sin. But I feel...I feel…

His thoughts were interrupted as he stepped forward onto the bridge, making his way through the crowd, spotting Lanna and Yva and nodding briefly at them before moving to take up a position near the Jedi Lord, as was proper. His heart slowed a little bit at their presence, relief causing him to shudder momentarily through the guilt and anxiety that poured through him in waves. Two of the three women who were his reason for living, the reason he had this job, and they had made it through unscathed. He should’ve been there on the battlefield with them, but the attack had come suddenly and without warning, and there had been little time to muster a response, and, indeed, even survive so far.

They’re alive, they’re okay, Rhenthi is on Dantooine, safe and secure, far away from here. You have to remain strong, for them, right? They don’t see you as the monster you think yourself to be. They see you as Maksem. A little eccentric, but loving, soft on the inside despite the hard outer edges. You can get through today, once you talk with them, once you remember what you’re fighting for.

At that moment, the doors to the bridge opened, and two Jedi he did not recognize stepped forward with the main show for today, Kira Elan. He felt something like pity for her for the briefest of moments, as he did for all women who suffered, a weakness of his, but then he remembered the intelligence file on her, what she had done, and what she likely would have had she not been captured. And then, she spoke.

A strange look crossed Maksem’s face, and his forehead twitched ever so slightly as Kira’s acidic words penetrated the room that was as silent as a crypt. After all his soldiers had died, all those kids who would grow up robbed of their mothers and fathers, after all the risks he, Yva, and Lanna took every day with their life on the line to stop the Sith, this woman still believed she could act like a holier-than-thou bitch who had done no wrong?

It was too much.

Reaching out with the Force, he yanked hard on both of her feet, which would certainly cause the arrogant woman to stumble, maybe even collapse to the ground momentarily, even with the two Jedi holding onto her as she moved forward.

“You should watch your step, Solum, hard as that may be for you with your head stuck so far up your arse.” His words crackled across the room like splitting ice, his deep blue eyes meeting her yellow with just the same temperature. He knew his little stunt would annoy Vosrik, who loved to be more traditional, formal, and poised, but he didn't care. It made him feel better while reducing the temptation he felt to snap her neck with the Force and be done with it a little less appealing, it was a win-win for him.

Proleptic · Jan 15, 2017

Maliel stood resolutely by the sides of the Jedi Army's Jedi, the circle mostly being comprised of masters and knights. Lord Vosrik had called them all to witness what he had deemed "the power of the Army," but Maliel felt quite sure that it would include an instructional piece on how to grow flowers, if what they had done up to this point was any indication. Of course, she didn't much mind if it was something of that sort, since her blood lust for the Sith had long since died into a whispered objection towards their general beliefs.

Maliel had matured a lot, and she had come to realize just what was what, in regards to the battle between the Jedi and the Sith. She no longer saw everything as such a clearly cut plane of black and white, good and evil, but rather saw the dynamics as they truly were. She no longer saw the force in the same way, and she recognized and accepted the necessity of both sides. Maliel no longer simply wanted to wipe the Sith out for general purpose. Maliel's true goal now was to better the galaxy, and bring some semblance of peace and order to those who desired it. If that meant eliminating people, Sith or not, who wanted to tear that peace asunder, then she would do just that.

Maliel was left wondering, then, just what this show of power would be. She had heard rumors, whispered words, of a new pie recipe, so she decided it was probably that. Maybe it was really just that good. Heck, maybe Vosrik had made it himself. Heaven knows what else he could be doing with his time. Maliel prepared for a disappointing display of "power," but what she found before her as the doors slid open was nothing short of a shock.

The doors parted to reveal Kira Elan, Dark Lord of the Sith, complete with a set of neural dampeners and wrist cuffs. Maliel hadn't seen her since the events at the lake on Tython. That hadn't been the most pleasant of meetings. Either way, Maliel definitely hadn't been expecting to see Darth Solum strolling through the doors. How they had managed to capture her was an utter mystery to Maliel. She was aware first-hand of Kira's power, and she was no stranger to the damage it could do. Maliel had just barely survived their fights. Maliel didn't much care to know just who she had mowed down before being brought in, because Maliel had no doubt she didn't come without a fight.

Maliel felt a storm of emotions coursing through her at this point. She had a lot of confusion associated with this woman, but she pushed that all aside. If they were intending to put on a display of power that involved Darth Solum, she was quite eager to see what it would be. She knew Vosrik, and he wasn't one to kill in this situation, or perhaps ever. This wouldn't be an execution, but something else. What would they do, feed her a burned version of the fabled pie recipe? Maliel almost laughed out loud at that, but kept her amusement hidden. This was a serious moment.

Maliel steeled her face and drew her force aura around herself. She wanted nobody to have the slightest inkling that she had any misgivings about this situation. That sort of thing was dangerous, no matter how easily she could explain herself. It was always a bad idea to allow unnecessary doubt to be created, and that's all that would be accomplished if people began asking questions.

Just what are you up to, Vosrik?

Wit · Jan 15, 2017

In the far recesses of the bridge a robed figure leaned against the wall and observed the proceedings in silence. Somehow this brought up memories, memories that weren't his own. Fading remnants of what once occupied this physical shell that was now his. Dressed in simple Jedi robes, bereft of masks and armor, he felt more alive than he had since the strike team's attack on the Dark Lord. He could see some of them here, the remaining members of the strike team, his friends.

He had momentarily opened himself up to the Force, letting it dance through him, but the reaction, or rather the lack of reaction from those who thought him to be dead had told him all he needed to know. If he was to convince his friends of his identity he was going to need a lot more. This one small hope had escaped him. He had never been weak in the Force, but neither had he ever known power like Shae and Corvo had displayed in their encounter with Kira. But the Force pulsated within him, stronger than he had ever known it to be. Part of him had already known this would happen, that a lot more than his body had changed in that encounter.

Thankfully he had another plan, if he couldn't directly contact the Jedi here, he could listen. After monitoring the Jedi channels for some scrape of information, Coruscant had offered a golden opportunity. Once he came to know of the Sith's intentions he knew the Jedi would show up to defend Coruscant. What had surprised him was his new position, and the freedom it had given him in coming to Coruscant. It was only once in the Coruscant system that he was able to get something from the old channels, a small broadcast that had brought him here. It had turned out to be a lot easier to get on board the Jedi flagship, even knowing all the pass codes and procedures he hadn't expected this idea to fail. The Force it seems was finally smiling down on him.

Once the Dark Lord was lead into the chamber, Valin avoided catching her eye, worried as he was that she might recognize him. Instead he slowly crept forward, inching closer to Vosrik and Kira, something drawing him towards the woman who had changed his life. He had come here knowing there were two paths in front of him. One was the logical path, turning himself over to the Jedi, letting them sort this out. The other one though, that was crazier, way crazier. But here, with the Force so alive with in the presence of so many Jedi, he started hearing whisperings from the Force. The Force had put him here for a reason, and a part of him knew he had to see it through.

Lost in thought, he almost didn't notice the crowd around him, walking into a Jedi and ever so briefly turning heads towards him. His face he knew was unrecognizable to anyone here, but as fate would have it the one person here who could possibly recognize him was also looking at him once he looked up. Catching Kira's eye, he did something he hadn't planned to, he smiled. A cocky, nonchalant grin. It happened in a second, they must have locked gazes for the briefest of moments, but in that moment his decision was made for him. Guess I'm a Sith now.

@Vosrik @Phœnix @Kira Elan

Vosrik · Jan 15, 2017

Just a note I forgot to mention, this thread follows the same rules as the other Battle of Coruscant threads (i.e. death disabled, cPvP only).

Seeing the amount of Jedi, both Knights and Initiates, entering the bridge was encouraging. Vosrik was also pleased to see Corvo standing among them, now a tried and tested member of the Jedi Army. Nodding to General Maksem and Master Maliel as they entered as well, he turned to witness the entrance of Kira Elan herself. It was at that moment the poison spewed forth from the snake, prompting the General's reaction.

"Peace, Maksem," Vosrik reprimanded quietly. "She will suffer soon enough."

Turning his attention back to the Sith Lord, he decided not to comment on her "gates of hell" remark. Wounded animals snarled when locked in a cage, and this one was no different. A small circle of space lay between the witnessing Jedi and Darth Solum, all intent and curious as to why the Jedi Lord had summoned them. Taking one last breath, Vosrik began,

"Open a channel to the Sith and Republic flagships. I want them to see this." Two holograms materialized at the front of the bridge at Vosrik's command and he continued. "Through the brave and daring acts of an elite squad of Jedi we've captured Dark Solum, who clearly now stands before us in chains. Her crimes are innumerable, and it's a shame to know that she became the monster she once swore to destroy. Onderon, Ithor, and now Coruscant...billions have died at her hands."

With one smooth movement, the Jedi Lord activated both his emerald blades and held them crossed on Kira's neck. They were so close, she could likely feel the heat singing her simple tunic and neck. It was clear these lightsabers were not set to stun, like her guards' blades. He stood there for a moment, staring straight into the eyes of the Dark Lord. All it would take was a slight twitch and this menace would haunt the Galaxy no more. The temptation was so great, but Vosrik didn't falter.

"Death is what she deserves. But...that is not the Jedi way." Astounding many, the green blades deactivated and were replaced by the Jedi Lord's side. Now, he addressed Kira directly. "Even with your neural dampeners, Kira, I'm sure you can still feel it. The Force, just at your fingertips. So close, but out of reach. The source of your power momentarily snatched away and held over your head."

"I won't be killing you, Kira Elan. No..." A smirk suddenly passed over the Jedi Lord's face. He'd done an intense amount of research after discussing the fate of Alex with Kyrene only a few weeks prior. He knew he was ready.

"I'll be doing something much worse. You'll beg for death once I'm through."

The two Jedi guards forced the Dark Lord to her knees, and Vosrik drew upon his own powerful connection to the Force. Reaching out, he placed a firm hand on Kira's head as her shoulders were held in place by the guards. To those watching, they would simply see the Jedi Lord straining. But to those there, they would be clearly able to feel the immense power emanating from their leader. At first, Kira would likely not feel anything. Then, slowly, it would feel almost like someone was pulling on a thread, pulling hard. The tugging increased, almost painful and feeling more unnatural than anything any Force user had experienced. Vosrik held his second hand out, directed at Kira's head to support him. The tugging, ripping reached new levels of intensity until suddenly, something snapped. The thread broke.

Stumbling a few steps backward, a deep fatigue settled on the Jedi Lord. What he just did almost completely drained him of strength. Taking a few deep breaths, he looked up and ordered, "Release her neural dampener, but keep her cuffs on." Under normal circumstances, this would be suicide as the Dark Lord would wreak havoc on all who were there. And likely she would try. But now, Vosrik had done the unthinkable: he had stripped Kira Elan of her connection to the Force.

Alastar-Ro · Jan 15, 2017

Al awoke with perhaps the worst aches in his back he'd ever felt. He looked around, at first unsure of where he lay, then he remembered Coruscant. He didn't stir at first, instead feeling the iv in his arm and following a complex tangle of wires to a machine that monitored his vitals. That was when he truly recalled how he'd gotten here, a Jedi of the Order tagging alongside the Army on orders from the Council.
Coruscant... not in a thousand years would he have bet on such a manoeuvre from the Sith, which was probably why it worked. He fought, they all fought, but it amounted to nothing. They all knew as they drew their sabers, once the Sith arrived with such force the battle was over. He could see their faces still, those he personally escorted off planet. How many trips did he make? How many could he bring? He'd been lucky, only fighting ground troops with their blaster the first few waves, until he drew the attention of something more. He remembered the thick, black armor and crimson blade as the rear of his party was charged.
Unarmed civilians slaughtered right in front of him, nearly a third of his group perished before he could engage his foe, whose raw might enhanced by the rush of taking Coruscant made him even more formidable. Al nearly died himself, probably would have if he'd come short on his last few tricks, or if the roof of the building he were in weren't so willing to collapse.
His hand reached to where the marauder drove Al's own saber into his side, a large burn that already had a patch of synthetic skin graft over. All told, he'd been luckier than what he knew to be many.
He thanked his stars Nyx wasn't exposed to this, his student who he left in the care of Master Onstella upon leaving Dantooine.
"All Jedi aboard the Strength of Ilum, this is your Lord Vosrik Tanari speaking. Please join me on the bridge. Today, you will witness the power of the Army and know that the Sith can be broken down and defeated."
Weakly, he pulled the iv from his arm and detached himself from the monitor. He looked around the room briefly before finding his jacket hung up with his belt and lightsabers. Reaching out, he pulled the jacket to his person, then clicked his belt around him. He could stretch, getting a feel for his condition now that he was standing. He'd be fine.
He wandered through the halls until he found the lift to take him to the bridge. These Jedi aboard the flagship, while he considered them his allies, he wondered if they saw him as a brother. He was not of the Army, and that was by choice. The lift opened, he stepped out and turned toward the bridge in time to meet several other Jedi along the way. His red leather jacket must have made quite the sight among all the robes and armor, but he'd have it no other way.
He watched as they all did, it was his first time seeing the Lord of the Army in person and he didn't yet know what to make of it. The atmosphere was different from the Council, raw, and if he were being honest it felt just as much ruthless.
Kira Elan entered moments later. She was... one of the Sith leaders. Why would the Lord Jedi summon them all like this? What was to happen? He remembered the words that rang out over the ships comms, phrases like 'broken down' and 'defeated' came to mind in an ominous way, he wasn't so sure he was okay with what he felt was happening.
Lord Vosrik televised the ongoings of the Bridge to all Republic and Sith vessels, then drew his sabers around her neck. Al had enough, this wasn't the way of the Jedi, she was helpless with her dampeners in place! Just as he stepped forward, Vosrik withdrew his sabers, showing he felt the same as Al. Then he did something else, which left Al puzzled at first as to his intentions.
He focused on Kira, watched as Lord Vosrik started to... Well, Al wasn't sure. But then he felt it, he could almost see as this woman's connection to the force was strained, stretched. Al felt sick, though he still couldn't grasp the situation as it seemed impossible to him. But then he felt it in the force, almost like the stars themselves screamed in his ears the what he already knew, which he then said out loud.
"This is wrong! Stop what you're doing, this isn't a decision a Jedi can make!"
But by then it was over. Her dampeners came off, and Kira was damaged. The force eluded her. Anger swelled inside of him. He stepped towards Vosrik, seething ironically in favor of his enemy.
"That was too far, you went too far."

Vosrik · Jan 15, 2017

The eyes of the Jedi Lord shot sideways as a Jedi valiantly attempted to stop him. He could sense the boiling emotions of the man, and replied candidly,

"Calm yourself, Knight. This Sith, as you should know, is responsible for the deaths of billions of innocents. Does the burning of Ithor mean nothing? The Republic would want her executed, and we wouldn't just keep her imprisoned."

Vosrik looked back to the prisoner without remorse as he finished.

"Her life will be a living hell, but that is the least we could do in memory of those who died at her bloody hands. You're right, this decision wasn't one for a Jedi to make. It was one for a Lord to decide."

Arian Korzak · Jan 15, 2017

Arian watched with fascination as the event unfolded. He cocked his head as she threatened to take them all to Hell, I'm sure I'm terrified. He thought sarcastically without actually saying it. Then the Jedi Lord began to do something, Arian eyed him carefully. The thought he was going to kill the sith crossed his mind of course, and then he did something else. Korzak could feel it, and then he realized what was going on. A small grin tugged at his lips for just a moment. Not because of the action being used upon the sith, but to be able to see it being used. He had always loved to learn new force powers, and while this one was presently far out of his own reach, it was almost glorious to witness.

Someone spoke up saying it was wrong and they should stop, that they had gone too far. Well it was too late now. To Arian, such a decision was actually barely a punishment for a sith. If they were misusing their powers, and if they could live normal lives without it, then he felt there was nothing wrong. It was like removing a criminal of their weapons.

I see. I think this one possesses feelings, or perhaps he is simply different in thinking then I am. Most likely both. I suppose I shouldn't blame him of course. Most people aren't like me, and if everyone was we would have different problems. Likewise if there wasn't anyone like me we'd have more of the same problems that people like that cause.

Alastar-Ro · Jan 15, 2017

Al stood there, eyeing the man, the Lord committed what he felt to be a sin. Such arrogance, is this what the Jedi Army had come to? But what could he do? He had no allies here, nobody to agree with him out loud. Did he wish to defend a Sith Lord from her punishment? No, not by any means. But he would protect any sentient being from cruelty, that was his code, he was a Jedi sworn to uphold justice. He could see now that these men and women around him had taken to a very different meaning of that, they believed they were justified in this monstrous, vile display of the force.
The burning of Ithor to the sacking of Coruscant, of course Al hadn't forgotten such savage acts of war. But that was the distinction, they were supposed to be better. To bring a crippled enemy to be publicly tortured, to broadcast to the Sith such acts of cruelty... It was more than just stepping down to their level.
"Even a Lord, this was not for you to decide. We serve the people, we serve the law. We're not above it and we don't take it into our hands to decide as we wish, especially not out of revenge for acts of war." He calmed himself, looking around the room. Someone had to agree with him. "We are not the Sith, and we can't act like them."

Zenya · Jan 15, 2017

When Lanna and Yva entered the room, the two girls approached the front of the scene. The young Jedi was beginning to grow skeptical of the situation, as there were so many Jedi present, and they all seemed to have the same dim look on their face.

"Yva..." She murmured to ask her friend why it was they were there. But she trailed off seeing the appearance of a woman.

Darth Solum. The name rang in her head. Darth Solum was Kira. It took her a few seconds to fully realize what had happened. What was happening.

"Kira," She said, a hand clamping around her mouth, in shock and disgust. It was betrayal. Not even that. She had been used. And like the child she was, she fell into the woman's trap, and now she found out the day of her execution, who she really was. With wide eyes, she simply stared into Kira's, not necessarily trying to meet her gaze, as she seemed occupied with the many other people she happened to know.

Lanna looked off to the side when a familiar voice, General Maksem's voice called out to Kira, making a spiteful remark. Her master seemed to be having as difficult a time as anyone standing there in that room. He had the weight of thousands of lives on his shoulders. Not only the dead, but the remorse of the living. He tripped up the woman, and then reclined back into his observant state, letting Vosrik step forward.

Their Lord was a man who held himself as such. He pulled out his double bladed sabers, and brought them to Kira's neck.

Lanna held her breath.

There was nothing. He pulled away, and spoke out to the crowd of Jedi, who were watching and wavering in their skewed minds. Just letting it happen. She had seen death, before, but she knew this woman personally. At least, she thought she had.

The Jedi Lord rested a hand on her head, and all Lanna could do was watch with her amber eyes gleaming with horror. She could feel their Leader's power emulating throughout the room, and Kira's presence, diminished.

He had ripped away the woman's dearest element of life.

A man apparently did not like this method of dealing with matters, and he rose up to oppose their Lord.

"What was supposed to happen?" She called out, most likely confusing the crowd, as she was shorter than most of the people around her. "What can a Jedi do when one abuses their own force powers? It can't go unresolved. And if this is the only way, I can live with knowing there are hundreds if not thousands of people who's lives have just been saved."

She was speaking from her emotions. Lowering her voice, she said, "A Sith wouldn't think twice to do something like that to a Jedi. The difference is, they would have died as well."

Typically she would have just watched the events unfold. But in this moment, she was bitter. She pitied the woman. But she was not sorry.

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