Battle of Saleucami - Final Genesis

[Demiurge]

FINAL GENESIS

Saleucami
Capitol Aladaeris
Vesper
Planetary Battle Time - Zero Hour

Sith Imperium
Superior Sith General Ila Baranova
Sith General Ichabod Jayce

Galactic Alliance
High Jedi General Nuju Leafskipper
Jedi General Chora

War has come to pass between the Galactic Alliance and the New Sith Impreium. Across the galaxy, the Border Worlds, planets, systems and sectors, have been intertwined in the strife, planted in the crossfire between the two galactic powers. And now, one of the most distant of the Border Worlds, has come under attack. Now, war has come to Saleucami.

Set in the Regions of the Outer Rim, Saleucami is a key world, sitting on the Talcene Transit Hyperlane; a trade route for goods and supplies which crossed interstellar paths with the super-hyperroute, known as the Perlemian Trade Route. Technological exports and research centers are among the planet's appeal. However, perhaps Saleucami's most hidden prize is the botanical resources located within the planet's calderas, which are largely unexploited and unmolested. The wealth and potential of the calderas are nearly infinite.

Valued still, are the magma caverns of Saleucami. Rich with precious ores, minerals, gas deposits and other raw resources, Saleucami's magma caverns prove to be one of the planet's most pivotal attractions. With the war still in it's relative infancy, the Sith Imperium has since targeted strategic worlds, with Saleucami being the latest of it's assaults. The invasion has commenced, and so begins the Battle for Saleucami.

Above the planet, teetering over the exosphere, the space battle rages overhead. Dozens of warships set luminous fires over the skies, as the stellar forces Sith Imperium commanded by the Prime Sith General, Darth Umbra and seconded by Superior Sith General Sogar Dermisa, and Galactic Alliance led by Jedi General Akacen Mothturus, and reinforced by Jedi Commander Andreus Makaryk. Across Saleucami, war rages on all fronts, from the industrial wonder of the capital Aladaeris, to the molten mines of the Magma Caverns, to the majestic oases of the Caldera Clusters, battle ravages Saleucami, awaiting for the victors to arise from the ashes of war.
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[Veritas et Lux]

The sun was barely coming overhead into noon after hours of sieging the city had taken place. As the battle remained steadily gong for the capitol, the sounds of war from all directions was carried on the wind. Rubble minded itself in the streets near half-way destroyed buildings and skyscrapers, and empty windows loomed overhead in all directions. Dead bodies of both civilians and soldiers alike littered the streets with their blood and dismembered limbs. The general had given strict orders to rape and burn everyone, even the civilians.
The intersection of the single-leveled city had been used as a vantage point for the last hour, and barricades lined the horizontal street going east to west on it's southern end. The march towards the capitol building was coming to an end as the capitol could be seen down the avenue to the north, and it's stoned steps could be barely seen on the other side of the end of the avenue, through another intersection and ending at last upon a three way split in the road.

As last, there was a silence across the battlefield as the troops had finally secured this section of the town. However, the general knew well enough the face of war, and it's ever changing ways. The sith anticipated the last and greatest resistance coming up, probably meeting half way in the middle at the intersection about a block or two away.

"This side is secure, Ichabod. Begin the advancement.", Ila Baranova; the general closed the compact holo-transmitter within her hand before signaling the order to pack it and move out for another advancing offensive at once.

She gripped her gloved left hand around the Riot6 Rail-gun, and on her hip-sash was clipped the red electrum hilt lightsaber, right beside her backup lightsaber. The three weapons used in unity have killed countless already; more than sixteen just this day on Saleucami. The masked woman pointed northwards in the direction of the capitol building with her railgun and began to march forward at a walking pace. As if within sync of nanoseconds, every single troop began to march forward with her.

The avenue was crowded by tall skyscrapers, shops, and building on either side, and parked speeder-cars were left abandoned in the streets in the wake of the attack earlier this morning. Few public sanctioned shrubs and bushes appeared on the sidewalks as the men advanced with her.
Pointing left, one of the commando squads began to seize the confounds of a building to their left. Few flashes of light came from within before a rugged, rough looking male zabrak was seen thrown out of the entrance. Standing on his knees, Ila raised her gun with cynical hate and shot two quieted gaussian rounds into the man's chest before setting him ablaze with the force.
The men inside took up a covering position and had their guns at the ready for covering fire.

At her command, another three groups advanced forewords, taking cover, and three two man sniper groups broke off to gain vantage points atop nearby skyscrapers. Pouring into the alleys and building entrances, the pairs of uniforms quickly and efficiently made their ways to the tops.

"Take hostages, let them see the flags of the empire's might dangling over the sides of the skyscrapers.", she announced over her communications link. The planet would know the wrath of the empire and the sith this day, and cruelty would be next to godliness compared to the horrors that she would show them today.

At that, the troops began to line up against the far side of the street. As they took up crouched positions and tactical positions of various sorts, the General walked out in the open center of the avenue, pulling her saber into her hand using the force. With each subsequent step, the men followed her and refreshed themselves in a new position of cover as they advance along the way to the next four way intersection. She smiled and reposed a laugh inside of her mask as the saber illuminated within the daylight near her, red.
"Bring in the civilians.", she announced, waving her hand towards her in a beckoning call.
Almost immediately, down the avenue from which they came forth was a transport heading towards them. As it barreled down the line and came to a halting stop behind her on the street, about fifty civilian men, women, and children climbed out from behind their blindfolded positions inside of the truck.
"Men...", she announced. "Your orders are clear. You have orders to kill the men, rape the women, and to burn the children..."
"Do your duties, men. And let's see is these Jedi will truly show themselves.?", her words were harsh and sarcastic, yet they inspired and rallied the troops before her. Her words were meant to sting at the men and women hiding inside of the tacky architectural blemishes in which she dominated around her.
At once, the troops all shouted in repose to the silver tongue. "Yes, ma'am!", their voices cried out with infinite gratitude for the order, portraying their lust and love for what they did.

Chained together and blindfolded, the bloody civilian hostages were positioned in front of them in columns and rows. They were given the order to march blindly in forwards in front of and within the files of the troops as many of them were beaten and thrashed wildly with backhanded smacks and the butts of guns.
Troops left and right hollered in the ears of sobbing, beaten bitches and hoes as the men were assured that their wives would all be ravaged by soldiers before their last breaths today. Not even the children were safe from the assiduous psychological torment. "You dirty little worms, you're all left for dead and your parents can do nothing about it, because they don't care! Because they hate the sight of you shivering, whiny little fcktards!"

Finally, as the first row of prisoners hit the intersecting streets, the men took their various forms of cover. Tipping abandoned speeders, setting up the portable shield and metal barricades that had been carried over from the last vantage point. The snipers were in position, shock troopers up front, and the commando squadrons were nowhere to be seen other than waiting to appear from the least expected.

"General Ichabod, sector is secure. Holding positions to await your checkpoint.", she commed, taking a place within the open center street, over-watching the sniveling death-row.

Spoiler: Riot Railgun

Riot6-Class Railgun

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Classification: Gaussian Pistol
Manufacturer: Csapala'Rechina-Binet'Co

Magazine/Power Cell Capacity: Tibanna Cartridge (100 rounds), Sig Cartridge (100 rounds)

Rate of Fire: Semi-Automatic, or Two-Round Burst

Designer: Cspala'Rechina-binet'Co

Description:
The Riot Railgun is made for the supreme experienced handgun user in mind. It far exceeds the effeciency and effectiveness of a regular blaster pistol. Far exceeding heavy blaster pistols in projectile speed; accuracy; and mobility, the riot railgun gives the user the option of firing projectiles or typical blaster pistol ammunitions.
The pistol is also given a number of personalization options from scopes, flashlights, lasersights, grips, and because it is a gaussian pistol; power sources.
Muzzle flash is not smoke or explosive, but electric discharge.

 

[Crystalmath]

The symphony of screams, gunfire, explosions and cackling flames reverberated through the rubble strewn streets of Saleucami's Capital. The bloodied bodies of civilians and soldiers, dead and alive alike lay heaped amongst each other in every alley. Fire burst from windows, raining glass upon fleeing families, children and men cried together, an infant was trampled to death and noone batted an eyelid bar the screaming mother who crawled beneath feet to cradle the crushed corpse.

The battle had been raging for several hours now and the Imperial forces had made decent headway into the city, having captured over half the capital the forces under the Sith General Ichabod Jayce, the 666th squadron, now had the town hall in their sights, hardly a block away. They were on one of two north-facing streets that traveled along either side of the building, the majority of his forces being merely an intersection away, though they were not in such plain site. Lining the streets were towering skyscrapers on which several sniper teams were perched, civilian hostages bound together beside them. Below, Commando Squads Brandy and Sam were preparing themselves in concealed alleyways for their next launch into the heat of battle. A pair of turret-armed landspeeders were around the corner, ready to begin the assault, a chain-gang of civilian hostages hanging from behind one of them, their bodies bruised and bloodied from being dragged around the streets.

Ichabod himself was sitting quite comfortably upon a partially broken wall, plasma scorches covering the structure. It had been struck by an explosive device that had left a large concave in its form which he was now perched in as though it were a throne. Taking his cigarette from his lips he blew a puff of smoke up so it shifted his mess of hair from his eyes, giving him a better glimpse of the two civilians standing before him, their arms held back by Stormtroopers. Flicking his cigarette aside, Ichabod rubbed the burn marks around his neck left by Master Sogar a week earlier before he serenely lifted himself from his throne and walked towards one of the pair, the son, the other his mother, in his hand a small vial was being twirled between his fingers, his skin bar the burn-mark that was largely hidden by his clothing, fair and porcelain, had they not know any better they might have called him angelic.

Bending down he looked directly into the boys face, a blank expression on his own before he craned his neck to the side to glare at his mother, her face mortified though she remained silent. A smirk crossed the young Siths features as he spoke, his voice was soothing and carried with it an air of nobility, though it only feigned his nature, "Do you know what happens to those who we've spared that, instead of being thankful for our generosity, instead of being eager to be a prisoner rather than a casualty, decide to spit in our faces?"

Raising himself to his full, diminutive 5'6 frame, Ichabod popped the lid off the vial with his thumb and held the boys head upright with his spare hand as his mother burst into tears and began screaming. "Well, let's just say we don't take too kindly to it." With that Ichabod poured the vial of acid onto the boys face, the liquid instantly beginning to melt away the childs skin as he started shrieking, his skin began to drip from his face, his liquified eyes replaced his tears and streamed down his steaming cheeks as his flesh bubbled, the stench of burning flesh beginning to waft over them. The mother thrashed about but couldn't escape the Stormtroopers grip and merely bent her head to stare at the ground, sobbing and screaming.

With a grin, Ichabod glanced her over before pulling the child from the Stormtroopers grasp, turning him to face his mother as he screamed and struggled, bits of his face falling to the ground in mushy heaps. Ichabod promptly shoved his mechanical left hand through the base of the boys spine, the soft spot where it connected to his skull. Writhing his hand up through it, he poked two fingers through the boys eyesockets as he fell limp. Using his hand he began to open and close the boys mouth in time with his words, the voice modifier in his own throat activating in an attempt to impersonate the boys speech as he used the corpse like a ventriloquist would a wooden dummy, "Oh but why mother? This wouldn't have happened if you'd just kept your mouth shut. If you hadn't spat on the dashingly handsome Sith I'd still be alive," beginning to thrash the boy around like a ragdoll on his hand, bits of flesh flying off and spattering on the womans clothing, Ichabods rant continued, "I wouldn't have died like this! Wah wah wah."

Ichabod proceeded to unleash a force blast along his arm, bursting the boys corpse from his hand, shattering his skull and letting his remains fall to the floor. His grin remained as he approached the woman, staring at her face as she thrashed and screamed and cried and Ichabod laughed in return. He slammed his foot on what remained of the childs head as he passed it by before activating his lightsaber in a dim glow of red and slicing it across the womans midsection, blood bursting out as with a force pull he yanked her intestines out from the wound, her organs bursting out onto the floor before him, blood spattering upon his Sith Robes.

Pivoting around he glared at the remaining hostages that had been rounded up and he deactivated his lightsaber, "We can really be very, very kind people, just this is a war, we will not tolerate such behaviour so please, you be nice, we be nice it's really very, very simple."

Returning his attention to the task at hand, Ichabod glanced down the street to the Town hall, there was but one more intersection and a small park that lay between them and their objective, the Alliance were sure to have the majority of their force there in wait. With a huff, he lit up another cigarette and motioned for the mortar crews to prepare themselves before pulling the secure comm from his side as Baranova's voice burst from it, ""Begin the attack on the capitol building, Commander Jayce."

Glancing the mortar teams over he announced to them with a grin, "You may begin blowing the **** out of the them gentlemen." and with that the three mortar crews fired, each one releasing a thunderous roar as their projectiles careened up through the air in a whirl of smoke before descending down upon the Town Hall, each explosion tearing huge chunks from the building so it's crumbling became audible. In the buildings to their sides, below the snipers stood small strike trooper teams armed with rocket-propelled explosive launching devices that they too fired from the skyscrapers at the building. With the signal given, the Snipers proceeded lift the hostages from their feet, around them were ropes tied to each of their wastes that were secured to the rooftops. There was a heavy weight tied to the legs of one of the hostages which a sniper on each building would be forced to roll over the edge of the rooftop, causing the chain of civilians to go rolling over each other off the roof. Each chain was just long enough for the weight to reach the ground, but all the civilians on each of the four manned skyscrapers would remain alive and suspended, screaming and literally pissing themselves dangling before each tower as hostages against Alliance attempts to merely blast the skyscrapers apart.

As Ichabod heard their screams he smirked, he was quite proud of himself as he straddled his speeder bike and motioned for his troops to prepare for the final charge. The Commando squads were getting into position, Sam moving to the flank, Brandy following behind Ichabod and the rest of the squad falling in around him as they began their regimental chant, Ichabod screaming out, "Everywhere we go-o!"
Which was followed by the troopers around him mimicking him, "Everywhere we go-o!"
"People want to kno-ow!"
"People want to kno-ow!"
"Who we ar-re!"
"Who we ar-re!"
"Where we come from!"
"Where we come from!"
"So we tell them!"
"So we tell them!"
"We are the six six six!"
"We are the six six six!"
"The mighty fighting six six six!"
"The mighty fighting six six six!"
As one, the entire squad around Ichabod bellowed out a "Hoo-rah!" as they made their final weapon checks and stood in a spread out formation looking down at the Town hall. Cracking his neck from side to side, Ichabod grinned, as he tightened his grip on his speeder, explosions still rocketing over him to bombard the building, "Let's do this."

 

[Natise]

Chora watched from a high vantage point in the town hall. The battle was worse than any of the jedi had predicted. Bodies lay every where. Men, women, and children. Varying from Human to Ithorian. The sith where ruthless. The sith soldier's blood lust drove them forward, throwing themselves at the determined GA soldiers until they could not move or were dead. This battle would not last long, but it would not end until every member of one side was dead.

" General, we have reports of mortar crews getting ready to fire. "

" Set up the shields and activate them as soon as possible. "

" Yes mam "

The general scurried off, and the shields came up a few minutes later. Just as they did the mortars fell. It only took the first two shells to break the shield. The third one landed and impacted hard. Parts of the capital's dome fell, causing the building to shake slightly.

Chora recovered her balance and looked out of the window again. She could not believe her eyes. The sith had live civilians as their shields. This did not matter to Chora, but before acting so rashly she would need approval from the counselor that was also leading the defense with her.

" Master Nuju, I'm sure you have seen what the sith are using as shields already. I suggest we ignore it and launch our mortars to take down the buildings. They have too much of an advantage currently, and a few more losses won't look bad compared to what we already have lost. I will leave the decision up to you. "

Chora turned off her comm and turned to one of the captains.

" Have your security forces start putting up shields, we aren't going to sit here as they bombard us with explosives. "

With a curt nod the captain ran off, again the shields came up with very impressive speed.

Chora heard the chant starting, then she looked out the window. The squad was getting ready to charge.

" Snipers began firing. "

In the floors below her, a squad of twenty five snipers Chora had personal control over unleashed hell on the sith troopers, dropping one or two men with each shot.

" Infantry get ready to defend, make sure you are clear of mine field and have blasters ready to take out the remaining stragglers. "

The twenty five infantry Chora had control over set up shop, kneeling about fifteen yards away from the mine field that had been set up earlier in the battle.

" Turrets active mam "

" Excellent, let the carnage begin then. "

The turrets activated, each one immediately identifying their targets and attacking.

" Master Nuju, my forces are all either in action or ready to engage. What is your status? "

 

[Prancing Yawn]

The diminutive figure of Nuju Leafskipper stood tall atop a weapons crate inside the makeshift command post of the Galactic Alliance - the roof of the city hall, protected with a nearly indestructable ray shield, that deflected any blaster bolts, grenades or rockets that attempted to dislodge it. From here the commanding officers oversaw the battle - which was looking grim. The Empire was using civillians as human shields - it was no new tactic. Nuju had seen it used plenty of times in the history of past wars, but it was always a disheartening tactic.

The Loremaster would not stay in this bubble forever, of course. His prowess was needed on the ground. Chora's message then came over the comms.

"General, I've already plans to strike back. I'll lead a squad of commandos through the sewers. You know what to do."

His communicator clicked off. Behind him, ten soldiers finished suiting up in special stealth suits, that would hide them from scanners and mask their heat signatures.
Hopefully.

Nuju and his troopers went down to the basement of the capitol building, where they found the entrance to the sewers in the boiler room. The soldiers activated their suits, and Nuju slipped into Force Cloak. Tipping his feathered hat, the group hastily started through the underbelly of the city..

 

[Veritas et Lux]

Ila awaited the face of the resistance that she anticipated through the force earlier, walking with her eyes examining everywhere for the slightest of movements. The civilians before her were enough to lure any that would claim themselves to be 'protectors of peace and from the darkside', so long as she used them right. The force would show her the way, she believed with all of her tainted soul.. And so it did, her eyes focused in with the farseeing, everseeing force. Movement of a powerful Jedi, obviously so clumsy as to make his mistakes early; so preoccupied with cloaking from eyes and sensors, he forgot to cloak himself in the force, and with that she witnessed a descent into the sewers beneath the capital building.

At that she look to her left, and down about a good tenth of a mile (which was the length of the capitol building), she could safely see the congregating masses of Ichabod's troops. This was perfect, however she was well beyond that of a fool and advancing once more would lock her and her troops in a compressing ambush, if there was one. This however, was a suitable position to maintain a formidable defense for a formidable opponent. However, an attack from beneath or behind would be an exemption of this mastermind, that just couldn't happen.

"General Ichabod, do you sense them as well?", she opened her compact open again, and at the same time beside her, one of her commanders noticed it too. Looking up he almost let it leave his lips, but respectfully he understood; Ila had already saw them. "Yes, Ichabod. My commander seems to have gotten him too. They've only appeared on the sonar, which means that your troops are going to have a hard time lest we take care of it.". Ila watched as the blue hologram of a greatly hilarious friend of hers began to become irate. He was funny when he was irate, she thought...
"That's what I thought also... Take Care of it, General.", she said lastly before closing the compact within her balm again, and lastly before she put her plan into action she smirked with glee at her dastardly cynical genius.

"Commander, give orders to all shock trooper platoons to open all of the buildings' water valves; destroy the plumbing... I want to see water flooding up here in the streets, lest you want to be surrounded.... Make it happen.", she snapped... She had greater things to deal with.

Pulling the hair of an innocent, bloody little human boy, blindfolded in the tyranny of Ila's military; Ila picked him up and began to whisper in his ear the language of the force. As she kept her whispering at a constant, tears began to soak the bandages over his eyes and pour down his cheeks from underneath, more and more of the water began flooding from his eye-sockets without a word or an irregular breath from the putrid little dog; and, finally, blood began to arise from beneath the bandages, pouring down into puddles at Ila's feet. After she lowered him down onto the street once more, she sent him forward with a tiny little nudge on his back in a shooing manner.

The little boy stopped within the center of the avenue and spoke out, his words amplified by Ila's ease of shaping the force. "Master Jedis.", he said. "Why do you let us suffer in the hands of these benefactors? Why would you leave us in the dust so that you may run and hide from them? Please, why won't you come and save me? I believed in you." The small child's heartfelt voice echoed across the section of the city, blood still pouring from his eye-sockets. Next began the crying...
All at once, at a moment's glance the street was filled with the blood of fifty civilians, pouring from beneath their bandages. The sobs and cries of tortured souls was amplified over the city, frightened and scared. They all let out at once, "Master Jedi! Please, just end this. Please give them what they have come here for. Please, master Jedi so that they will free us! Why do you betray us and let us suffer? Is our lives no more important than yours?".

The monstrous lake of blood beneath their feet reaked of iron and salty tears. Yet from beneath that even, water began to wash away the blood fast. Her armored boots let no water penetrate her toes, yet the flood was rising and seemed to idle at ankle level for her.

"Commander, all troops in position now. I want those mines in a bottleneck now! Lay them along the other side of the intersection, quickly before our enemy arrives."

 

[Crystalmath]

"Yea I sensed it," Ichabod muttered, revving his speed bike as the shield reactivated over the Capital building, his men were largely around the corners, waiting to charge. Since they'd neared the building he'd been able to sense the massive aura in the force that was for all he could presume that of a Jedi Councillor that had since felt as though it had gotten closer, he could sense him moving under the surface of the ground, "This city could have one of those comically over-sized sewerage networks so many planets seem to have, flood the ******* out."

A sniper bolt whizzed towards him as the enemy snipers began to open fire, slashing his red lightsaber infront of him, the shot was deflected and impacted against the wall next to his side. The Yaka's comm bustled again as one of his own in the skyscrapers announced active turrets firing up at them and in response Ichabod ordered them to relay coordinates to the mortar crews, simultaneously backing his speedbike around the corner, deflecting another shot as he did so.

The skyscrapers around the Capital building were ablaze with lights as turrets pounded the walls, avoiding civilians but clumsily firing at the windows and ledges the snipers and heavy weapon troops were located on. A mass of Alliance Snipers were also firing up at them. Hunks of concrete and glass burst from the skyscrapers and littered the park below.

On one of the rooftops a sniper peered over the ledge with his electrobinoculars, repeating the locations of the turrets to the mortar crews on the ground behind them who altered their trajectories and fired another round of mortar shells that traveled high over the skyscrapers and would come crashing down on the turrets. The sniper ducked and crawled next to his companion as more sniper bullets whizzed up over their ledge, giving his compatriot a thumbs up as the mortars began to land, loud explosions being heard below. Pulling his comm back out, the sniper muttered, "Commander Jayce, we have massed enemy forces lined up outside the shields."

"Deploy heavy weapons again, only sights," Ichabod responded over the comm, a signal all his units in the skyscrapers could hear. Most of the heavy weapon troopers, bar one unluckily slow trooper who'd gotten his head blown off, had taken cover under windowsills as soon as the snipers became visible. With Ichabods orders they each promptly placed their missle launchers on their open window sills, though they remained ducked down below. Pulling the sights from their weapons they adjusted their launchers aim and from the skyscrapers infront of the Capital building a total of seven rocket-propelled missiles bombarded down upon the enemy snipers. With this lot of explosions, Ichabod's surviving snipers also raised themselves from their defenses and shot down upon the enemy troops.

Ichabod glanced down as soon as he could hear splashes and upon seeing the cause he grinned. His Speederbike was kicking up a slight puddle of water that had leaked from Baranova's attempt to flood the sewers. The entire blocks water supply was being dumped directly into the massive sewer below them, hopefully to flush out any Alliance soldiers or Jedi that would be attempting to get past them bu travelling underground. With a grin, Ichabod revved his speederbike one last time, splashing a torrent of water behind him before taking off, careening around the corner down the street towards the Capital building as the young boy beside Baranova finally stopped talking.

The wind caused his hair to flow in a mess behind him as he grinned, piloting his bike with one hand as he began to stand up on it. Letting go, he piloted the bike with one of his feet, twirling his lightsaber around before himself defensively as one of the remaining turrets began to fire at him, he deflected the simple, straight barrage of bolts with ease, the plasma shooting off his lightsaber one shot after another into the wall of the skyscraper as he passed it, leaving a line of small burning craters. Using the force, Ichabod clutched the turret, lifting it from the ground but keeping it firing as he span it around, tilting it as it continued to spew forth an almost endless supply of plasma shots that Ichabod had now aimed at the infantry on the ground. Kicking the handles, causing the bikes path to curve, Ichabod leaped off his vehicle. The bike hovered over the minefield and sped through the infantry, being shot up by the turret as it passed through their midst, promptly exploding after a few shots in a shower of debris and fire. As Ichabod landed, sheltered behind an abandoned landspeeder at the intersection directly before the park that lay before the Capital Building, he pulled out his comm and muttered into it, "Mortar teams A and C alter trajectory, fire at 442'191 783'249, Brandy cover me, infantry follow, Sam take up positions."

With that, two of the Mortar Teams shifted their weapons so that they now rained down further explosives on the infantry gathered out the front of the Capital Building. Ichabod used the force to flip a landspeeder on its side, giving Commando Squad Brandy something to hide behind as they ran down the street towards him. The four man squad gave him the 'Ok' signal and motioned for the infantry to follow, they promptly burst from windows and doorways on the ground floor of the skyscraper beside Ichabod to avoid being shot at as long as possible. They spread out down the street, taking cover behind debris and waited.

"I have to say, I didn't expect the Sith to be so gun-ho with all this pillage and rape stuff," Aarffy, the second in command of Commando Squad Sam muttered as they sprinted through side-alleys, "It's like they try and give the Imperium a bad name."

"Shut up," Bags, the leader of the Squad muttered as he halted at a corner, putting his back against the wall and peering around inquisitvely before motioning that it was clear to move, "They don't have to save anyone, it's not what the Imperium's about, the Imperium is about power, that's all it is, a show of how powerful we are and how weak they are, how they can't even uphold the one thing they promised to do, to keep peace."

Ichabod meanwhile muttered into his comm once again, "Baranova we're in position, awaiting your cue." Glancing up he watched as another lot of mortars spiraled overhead to land upon the enemy. Beside him, the skyscraper shook as rocket after rocket was fired down at the enemy sniper units, a rocket would be fired, his snipers would cover as the rockets reloaded, the rockets would fire again. Inside the shielded confines of the Capital building, the Jedi might be safe for now, but out here, the only place her troops could attack them, they could be attacked too and they would fall and cry themselves into eternal slumber wondering why their Generals weren't on the battlefield with them.

 

[Natise]

Chora looked out upon the scene. These sith were not as foolish as ones that she had engaged in the pass. They were patient, willing to simply force her out of cover. She would not sit back and let them.

" Alright boys, Master Nuju should be appearing any second, start the counter attack. "

The mine field powered down, and the infantry popped up, keeping cover appropriately as they began shooting down the sith troopers. The snipers continued to fire, bringing down a sith trooper with every shot. The turrets continued working like clockwork, shooting at the front lines of sith soldiers.

As the sith's numbers began shrinking the GA troops became more and more relentless, pushing forwards to keep the sith out of the actual capital complex and pushing them instead back into the streets. Nuju would have a golden opportunity to strike from behind.

" General, will you be joining the battle? "

" Not yet, the time hasn't come. "

Chora was ready though. She had made up her mind of what she was doing. The risk was great though, sith were very unpredictable. But she had faith that everything would go according to plan.

 

[Prancing Yawn]

The lurmen's paw slowly raised infront of the group, signalling for them to come to a halt. They would all notice it - the sound of water rushing rapidly. Definitely, towards them. Soon it would come around the corner of the sewerpipe. Nuju glanced up at the roof of the pipe. Overhead in the streets, the sound of a speederbike zooming past permeated the pavement between the streets and the sewers. He put a palm out infront of him, and tapped his earpiece with his other hand.

"General, we aren'ts getting all the ways behind them. We're coming up right between them and their advancing infantry. Be readied to focus fires. Nuju out."

Nuju drew his lightrapier's hilt and ignited it, the yellow blade lighting up the sewers. Eyes trained on the curve of the pipe, he completely plunged the blade into the roof of the pipe, creating an exit to the streets. One of his palms was still facing towards where the water was coming - finally, it shot around the cornerpipe - a wave twice the height of Nuju - and gushed towards the group. The Jedi's palm shook and an invisible Force Barrier formed infront of him, the water crashing into it with gallons of force. He'd only be able to hold it for a few seconds - even as a Master, a large percentage of the city's water supply was being thrust through these sewers.

But it was time enough - Nuju finished crafting the makeshift manhole in seconds, launching it high into the sky of the streets with a single force push. With a swift leap, Nuju jumped out into the middle of the street, instantly cutting down a trooper. With a Force lift from Nuju, the 10-man command team appeared from the sewers and took formation in the streets, opening up hell on all enemies in sight. Several were armed with machine guns, and one with a Z9 rotary cannon. One was armed with a rocket launcher, which he fired into the landspeeder that Ichabod and the squad were hiding behind.

The soldiers surrounded Nuju in a tight circle formation. Their armor projected a small personal energy shield infront of them, allowing them to kneel and fire. Nuju stood atop a pile of debris, deflecting any blasterfire directed towards the group back to the attackers with his featherweight lightrapier.

"General! Fires everything!" he yelled into his comm.

 

[Veritas et Lux]

By now Ichabod was already advancing his troops towards the capital building, and even though the Galactic Alliance resistance was strong, Ila had confidence in Icahbod's tactics. The General Sith Master had the other end of the maneuver though, and she liked it- it gave her time to think, to strategize, and to reflect on what both Ichabod and She had sensed earlier.
She retained the portrayed expressions and attitude of nonchalant; ignorant. The troops, and more importantly the Jedi Councilor within the sewers would hopefully hold to the belief that she had no clue that they were coming for her. Pacing back and forth throughout tha rank of Pow's, she kept her force sight on the ten troopers, but no Jedi councilor. At this, Ila reposed a pencil thin smirk beneath her mask- Perfect, she thought.

The crack and roar of turrets and mortars penetrated the air and reverberated until her ears caught hold of the sound waves. The battle sceen wasn't nearly as grusome as it was going to be in a few moments, but it was escelating at just the right speed for the General. Ila had held the powerful reinforcement of her troops' morale up for a moment, only to boost confidence; they were winning this battle today anyways.

The wind began to stir, and she suspected that Ichabod had sensed it too. A weak, worn smile was turning into the dreaded wrath of her counterpart. Ila slowly closed her eyes beneath the mask and took deep, perforating breathes. Clad in her armor, the dull metal suit began to heave at the chest as if about to explode, but her breath kept it's rigorous steadfast. Her resolve began to fade away as beneath her eyelids visions of fires and murder play over and over.

The dull metal caped suit's chest heaved and heaved faster with an ever increasing rate and intensity; a vector. The gloved hands clutched the metallic exoskeletal abdominals in nausea and vertigo before toppling forward onto it's knees. A pitiful caricature of the forecoming... Retribution

Moments had passed, and the heaving in the chest had ceased. Ila stood up before the troops and raised her head high. The oncoming blackout had been avoided, she still had her wits about her, but the power of the darkside had fiilled her and divine wrath was kendling inside of her.

"General, are you alright?", the commander under Ila saluted her looming apature. "General, we've finished setting up the defenses, as you've commanded. We have the minefield ready, sniper teams are in the air with hostages, commando squadrons have are all set up and ready with overwatch positions inside of the buildings, the engineers have just now finished setting up the perimeter's barricades and ray shield projectors, and lastly the shock troopers are in their positions.".
"Good, Commander. Get radar and heat sensors operational, I want that information sent to all of my soldiers' H.U.D's.", she said, turning her body to tend to the wretched lot of captives before her.
"Ma'm! Yes ma'm."

She sensed them, they were near; and she sensed the lightsaber ignite and the firey energy that came form the hilt gave her a small bead on the Councilor for moments until it disappeared. Shortly afterwards, she felt the bursts of force activity up ahead past the intersection, between the buildings.

Quickly, she ignited her lightsaber and stood within the center of the hostages, awaiting the troops to exit the sewers; the troops she could sense, and if they were out of the sewers, the Councilor would be either already out, or directly after.

Clutching her fists in bolded rage, the darkside of the force began to take her- she felt the power of her will before reciting the code, "My chains will be broken" Ila shouted forth to the commander, who was already at work on the H.U.D's. "Positions, Commander."
Finally, the councilor would show himself, and she would show him what she had been wating to expose these bastard low-lifes too since she had wrangled them all up...

Yet whenever the makeshift emergency exit from her flood flew high into the street, the lightsaber was visible as it sliced down one of Ichabod's troops, followed by several of sniper bolts flying towards the troops that had emerged from the sewers. They were hard to see with their stealth units, but sonar seemed to be the only way for her troops to see them by; on their H.U.D's was a digital simulated image translated by one of the sonar arrays into a terminal that broadcast the image of the soldiers.

Ila however could see them all, even the Jedi by his lightsaber, and by the obvious splashes in the water of the streets that she had created; pretty clever, she thought with pride, but not without another... more- gruesome method of outwitting the Jedi Councilor.

Ila raised her empty left hand up in the air, wafting it around for a split second before immediately purple rays shot up to her hand from the bodies of several POW's. The energy of the force was drained from their very bodies, all screaming out in pain at Ila's use of them for the darkside.

Quickly she force jumped forwards, closing the distance with her lightsaber ablaze and her left hand charged with five bodies worth of the dark side of the force.

With this, she quickly she twirled within a pirouette, slicing at one of the soldiers hiding inside of a damnable suit before continuing. Her saber twirled and deflected blaster bolts as she progressed to get within range of Nuju.

As her hand went forward and up, she used the concentrated force energy within her hand with intentions of throwing Nuju far high up and back with vigorous force. Afterwards, she prepared her defense by going into Djem So guard with her sparking red ligthsaber.

 

[Crystalmath]

Ichabod looked on around the edge of his cover as the brittle concrete road ahead of him burst apart and an immense force presence leaped from the resulting hole, a small furry creature activating its lightsaber and slicing through one of Ichabod's soldiers that had advanced too far. A ten man squad of GA troopers followed the furry Jedi up out of the hole and began to fire at Ichabods troops, their machine guns rapidly mowing down the other three soldiers who had exited the ground floor of the skyscraper and taken positions ahead of the Sith General.

With a smirk, Ichabod watched as the squad tightly packed itself together around the Jedi, a member of the enemy squad, armed with a rocket launcher prepared to fire on his position, raising a clenched fist he created a force barrier at the end of the soldiers weapon, the projectile that would have been fired his way struck the barrier, pressure causing its detonation. An explosion resulted almost instantaneously as the rocket backfired, a large fireball erupting right in the midst of the enemy troops, the launcher being torn apart shooting shrapnel in all directions as well. Ichabod lowered his head, his hair flowing over his eyes in a wisp as he muttered into his comm, "Bring in the speeder, operation #14."

From around the corner Ichabods turret-mounted landspeeder emerged, chained together behind it was a row of hostages a dozen people long; men, women and children. The turret remained aimed, its mechanisations whirring in trigger-happy readiness on the civilians as a speaker blared out from the vehicle, "Jedi! Surrender now or these civilians will be executed immediately!"

As this happened, Ichabod's mechanical left arm shifted, each finger pulling back to reveal a concealed pistol in his arm as he stood up, deflecting a blaster bolt from an incoming enemy soldier as he jumped back, aided by the force to increase the distance his jump covered, returning fire with his concealed pistol all the while before he landed, once more behind cover beside Brandy Squad. The Commando's were ducking up and down from behind their upturned landspeeder, firing at the enemy before the group split in two. Two members promptly shot open a fire-exit to the groundfloor of the skyscraper next to them and moved in.

Meanwhile, Sam Squad was almost in position, up against the as of yet undefended left side wall of the Capital building. Standing in formation, the four man squad fired their grapling hooks up at the roof of the building and silently scaled it before, with total silence, carving open a window and slipping inside. Once in, they began sprinting down the currently abandoned corridors of the building, their guns at the ready, Aarfy carrying a datapad in his left hand that contained a blueprint layout of the building, they were merely a corridor away from the control center of the buildings defenses. Outside the entrance to the room, Aarfy put the datapad back on his side as Gorgeous, the largest member of the Squad, kicked down the door and opened fire on the technicians working therein, Bags and Aarfy following in after him. Stylus, the teams resident splicer ducked down as his compatriots began shooting the place up with the precision aim only Commando training could provide, closing the door behind them before pulling out his own datapad and computer hacking utensils and setting to work.

 

[Natise]

Chora watched from her vantage point as Nuju appeared. He and his squad had managed to avoid the waters, but were in a rather tight position. The speeder appeared, Chora knew that Nuju would be smart enough to not give up the entire battle for a mere twelve people.

Chora's infantry continued advancing, Ichabod's squad was distracted currently from them due to the master's appearance.

" Take my cloak captain "

" Certainly general, good luck "

Chora pulled off her cloak, leaving her only in her combat uniform. She then grabbed both of her ton fas and leaped out of the window, landing smoothly on the ground below. Her snipers followed her down, pulling out close range rifles.

The group sprinted to catch up to the advancing infantry men, and once the entire squad was reunited Chora led them straight to the main conflict. Her squad lay directly behind the sith crusader's, ready to fire upon them without resistance. But they did not.

Instead though Chora's men spread out into a semi circle, completely blocking the sith squad from advancing further. Chora did not have her men start firing though, she would wait to see how Nuju reacted to the hostage situation.

Meanwhile back in the capital building, as the slicer went to work an error message came up on the computer. A small beep was heard before the entire room sealed, shutting the Sam squad into the room as several small wall turrets in the room opened fire on the squad. The captain stood in the security room viewing what was happening he messaged Chora.

" Mam, the Sam squad is ahead of schedule and is being terminated. Should I allow them access to the mainframe? "

" No, that wasn't part of the plan. That information is too valuable. Make sure they are all terminated. "

Whether or not the turrets finished off the Sam squad was not important, for currently an explosive gas was beginning to fill the room.

 

[Prancing Yawn]

The rocket trooper was instantly knocked back by the explosion. Small fragments of shrapnel bounced off of the personal energy shield, while others sunk deep into his chestplate. Nuju casted a small force barrier over the trooper as two of his comrades pulled him closer into the circle, their formation now reduced to nine commandos. Crouching tighter around the Loremaster, they did the only thing they could - hold their positions.

As the turret speeder zoomed around the corner, Nuju instantly held a paw up, signalling for his squad to pause firing. Instantly their trigger fingers went silent, their sights still trained on the enemy, ready to start blasting away again. He held his lightrapier in a defensive Makashi pose.

"You have me and my squad surrounded! What else is there to do?" he shouted, a sly smile on his face, waving his left paw in the air.

"Counting on you General," he muttered into his comm.

Just as he was about to de-ignite his lightsaber, an incredibly powerful blast of dark Force energy slammed into him, launching him midair. With Tutaminis, he absorbed a quantity of the power, reflecting it towards the speeder in a brilliant cyan ball of power. Midair, he Force jumped over his troops heads towards Ila, raising his lightrapier over his head, spinning midair to increase its force and attempted executing a Falling Leaf attack. He hadn't been in a good lightsaber battle with a Sith in a very long time! Ila would notice the smile on Nuju's face..

The nine remaining commandos instantly opened up fire again, one chaingunner focusing his rapid and precise shots on the speed turret.

Right now, it was a suicide stand. Chora's support was desperately needed..

 

[Veritas et Lux]

As Ila's dark hit landed squared on Nuju, sending him high in the air, se took up a defensive stance. Her troops were still moving the shields, but were pretty much done repositioning, even moving the congregation of pows. She smirked watching Nuju perform his flashy acrobatics, and felt great to know that it would soon be a one-sided battle... No, not a battle, a massacre. The concrete beneath her feet shook as the force blast hit the ground near Ichabod's armored turret-car, the water rippling outwards at it's shock.
His force jump had a horrorshow graceful speed to it, closing the distance quickly. She caught an instance of his falling attack and acted with the same horrorshow speed with a step back out of range of the attack, but still in range for another strike to land squared away on her. Lifting her hand, she began to feel the force within her fingertips, and it's crude sacred energies.
"You're nothing.... Nothing but a small little tach monkey.", she said, extending her arm forwards in a thrust. "Or maybe you're just another washed up Jedi... huh, councilor?", she sneered as the fire came out of her gloved fingertips, arching to connect with the Tach monkey. His hair was letting off the smell of burn already.

"But a tach monkey can be tame, no? ... I believe I once knew a friend with a pet one.", she shouted over the sounds of her fire, her lightsaber still in defensive position, she had no room for screw-ups with a washed up old jedi master.

The nine troops that were firing wouldn't be much to handle either. With the commander's orders, the shock troopers that were put into position between buildings earlier cocked their guns and prepared for shock and awe. The fifteen troopers expelled from the alleyways, guns ablaze towards the nine in an attempt to storm them from both sides now.

"You have nothing, loremaster.", Ila shouted as she attempted to throw him aback using the force once more.

Finally, all of her troops were in position. The civilians out in the open field to make it harder for the Galacitc Alliance.

 

[Crystalmath]

Ichabod tilted his head to the side curiously as he watched the cyan ball of energy shoot past his cover, smacking against the side of the turret-mounted landspeeder, causing it to swerve around and smack into a wall with a thud, the prisoners attached to it being flung around with it, taken to their knees in a screaming heap. A spurt of plasma was fired from one of Nuju's gunners at the speeder, blasting small chunks off of it before Ichabod intervened. Returning his left hand to normal settings he stepped out into the open, standing infront of his turret-mounted vehicle. The cybernetic enhancements bestowed upon him at birth as with all Yaka allowed him to perceive the entire situation in a milisecond and as a result he quite casually waved his lightsaber before him, because of the constant flow of plasma being fired from the chaingunner he only had to make minor adjustments to his lightsabers positioning to successfully reflect the shots that he was perceiving and calculating the trajectory of with the speed of any advanced computer back in the enemy squads direction.

Given the brief reprieve, the turret proceeded to keep its word and blasted apart the civilians chained along behind it before swivelling around to open fire on the enemy squad. As he took a few steps forwards, Ichabod realised he couldn't keep up with the chaingunner for much longer and so he leaped ontop of the toppled speeder he'd hidden behind earlier, reflecting another shot as he did so, hoping the turret and chaingunner would carry on shooting at each other as he changed his focus to the Jedi Councillor several meters from him. As Baranova blasted force fire upon the miniscule Jedi, Ichabod focused on utilizing his telekinesis around the Councillor, a skill he wasn't so much powerful in as precise. For a single second all the sounds of battle ceased around Nuju, he couldn't hear the gunfire, the explosions, the screams, nothing but a low hum. Ichabod was manipulating the soundwaves around him, stretching them out, reducing their wavelength so further soundwaves built up behind them and after that second he focused them around the inside of the Councillors rather large ears. The sound of a mass explosion being detonated would ring through the Jedi's being, the wavelengths being condensed to a massive volume and pitch to an extent that could easily, given the size of his ears, destroy his eardrums.

Simultaneously, he unhooked several improvised explosive devices from his side, they were cylindrical in shape and he lobbed them in Nuju's direction. Due to their bottom heavy design they fell perfectly upright in sporadic positions around the battlefield, splashing into the thin layer of water where small stands ejected from their bases, propping them up as a drill on their bottom revealed itself and activated, lowering the bombs into the cement to await later detonation.

With both attacks done, Ichabod maintained his casual, self-confident smirk as he batted away another pair of incoming blaster bolts. Telepathically, a whisper would be heard in Nuju's head, Oh dear, those civilians are dead, a couple of families lives, gone in a painful shower of firepower because your men failed to cooperate. I'd say it might haunt you for the rest of your life but you're not going to live much longer. You better hope you die here today Jedi, because if you don't I'm going to have an absolute ball with you once you're my prisoner, I might start by plucking out an eye, keeping the nerve endings connected as I pop it and force-feed the fluid to you, then we'll tear off each fingernail and jam them back under each toenail, oh on second thought please don't die, put up a good show, we can have so much fun.

The two members of Brandy Squad behind the speeder Ichabod had perched upon continued to fire intermittently, they had substantial cover, their opponents had not and so they timed their attacks precisely. On the second floor of the skyscraper next to them, the other two members of the squad were now in position at windows above the battlefield and were firing down into the street upon the 9 man squad. Several of Ichabods infantry soldiers were blasted apart as they scrambled for cover but that was their fault.

Above the firefight, the two teams of two snipers that were positioned on either side of the street that Nuju, Ichabod and Baranova now occupied moved their positions and took aim upon the stationary 9 man squad. Each one eventually got a decent aim upon the GA soldiers and fired.

Meanwhile, inside the capital building, turrets had appeared in the walls and begun to open fire on Sam Squad. Aarfy yelped as a pair of plasma bolts struck his side and shoulder, blood bursting up and splattering across his large brown moustache as he fell to the floor. The remaining troops ducked for cover behind machinery as Bags called out Aarfy's name, the fallen trooper screaming for help in response. Turning to Stylus, who was looking somewhat bemused by an 'access denied' screen on his datapad, Bags muttered, "You can get past that right?"

"Pfft," Stylus chuckled, "I've been doing this stuff since I was in diapers."

"So what's that, a years worth of hacking experience?" Bags muttered as he pulled his grappling hook from his side and firing it at Aarfy, the tipped rope hitting him in the face, causing the trooper to swear though he grabbed hold of it as Bags passed the rope to Gorgeous who used to physique to rapidly drag Aarfy into cover in only a second.

"You'd think this place was a frakking fortress!" Aarfy bemoaned as he looked his wounds over.

Gorgeous tapped Bags on the shoulder and pointed to a series of holes in the walls which seemed to now be leaking gas into the room. With a nod, Bags let Gorgeous begin treating Aarfy's wounds as he looked over to Stylus, "How long do you need?"

"Twenty seconds for the main aim, another sixty for the rest." Stylus muttered, not even looking up from his datapad as his fingers blurred, rapidly punching keys to type up paragraph upon paragraph of code.

Bags nodded again before pulling a militarized vacuum tray from the satchel on his side, he hadn't been codenamed Bags for nothing, many soldiers were upset that he'd slow down assaults but he just liked to be prepared. Setting the device down he activated it, the spinning impeller creating a small vacuum, drawing the gas into the device where it was stored. All it really did was give them time.

With a grin, Stylus announced to the others without raising his head again, "My bad folks, I meant fifteen seconds, congratulations me, we have hacked and shut down the orbital defence grid. Locking it now," he typed a few more paragraphs, turret fire still bombarding around them, "and now to turn off this gas, smells like **** in here."

 

[Natise]

Back at the capital, the Captain watched as Sam squad very cleverly came over his defenses. Of course he could dispatch of them immediately, but news had come in of another deal. He felt like working with General Chora would be very interesting in the next few years, if she continued her shady ways.

" Alright boys, your free to go. I hope you got what you came for. "

Is all Sam squad heard over an intercom before the doors unsealed.

Back on the streets Chora watched as Nuju was thrown into the air between the two sith in a completely unfair situation. She signaled her men, who instead of unleashing fire came to attention. Oddly they were not the only soldiers to. The other sith troopers who had been following Ichabond and Ila moments ago also stopped all of their fire. They regrouped, creating a singular squad all standing in a circle around the four force users. The snipers on the roof held their aim at the nine troops who may or may not remain loyal to Nuju, just in case they chose to try and be heroes.

" I agreed to help you seize the city and kill master Nuju, but I will not stand by as he is completely obliterated by a hundred troopers and two sith. Now, Ichabod if you don't mind jumping in to help your friend take on the councilor that would be splendid."

Chora was taking charge, and she was not going to take no for an answer. Chora looked on at Nuju, she felt no remorse for her betrayal. Sacrifice was necessary in order to make sure the greater good was eventually served, with or without the jedi.

 

[Prancing Yawn]

The Sith was throwing everything she had at Nuju - even fire out of her fingertips. Nuju easily blocked the tongues of flame by casting a Force barrier, covering him from shoulder to shoulder and a few inches past, using his lightrapier as sort of a 'wand' to cast it. The barrier then absorbed most of the Force push, though Nuju slid back several feet, hindpaws digging into the pavement.

Ila's taunts did nothing to damage Nuju's mindset. He almost laughed out loud at them - he was not some insecure Padawan, easily tainted by the doubts and deceptions of the Dark Side.

Ichabod was unable to bend the sound around Nuju because of the barrier surrounding him, although it shattered after the attempted attack. Soon after, detonators appeared all around Nuju, the monotonous beeps as they drilled themselves into the ground making the Councillor ever so awry as he swiped his lightrapier into a defensive stance. Ichabod's telepathic message somehow seeped through Nuju's mental barriers, and he stood still, the tips of his ears twitching sporadically as the Sith's horrible voice talked to him.
He chuckled.

Funny man! Your tiny bombs must be representative of your tinyl-
His telepathic reply to Ichabod was cut short as he deflected a laser bolt away from himself. The Councillor took a few seconds to harden his mental barriers again.

Suddenly, all sounds of battle ceased. The infantrymen's raw, aimless blasting ceased suddenly, the sniper's characteristic 'bam-pow, bam-pow' of their rifles went dead. Nuju's own commandos, surprised by the ceasefire, silenced their own weapons, crouching behind their personal energy shields to see what would happen next.

Chora's words echoed through the streets. The Loremaster's ears perked up and his eyes widened, messing up his hat. This battle had just taken a drastic turn for the worse. Everyone's loyalties had just been switched - Nuju looked over his shoulder at his personal squad. Even they may be tainted.

Slowly he returned his lightrapier's hilt to his belt.
"Gentlemen - and ladies! It seems as though I've been - as they say - had! We are all mature adults here, shall we discuss these events over some tea?"

Nuju held his paws out towards a landspeeder that was turned on its side, raising it into the air with the Force. He exerted an abnormal amount of power to do it - which he did to try and mask the Force ripples that he shot out into space, a distress signal ment to reach the senses of any and all Jedi pilots in the skies above Saleucami. There was still chance for escape.. and maybe he'd take one of the Sith with him.

Slowly he moved the landspeeder down infront of him, letting it fall down into the ground, bottom-up. Out of one of the commando's backpacks came a metal bottle and two teacups. The councillor levitated them down onto the upturned speeder - a makeshift table - and grabbed the bottle, pouring an equal amount of tea into each of the cups. He placed his lightsaber down on the table - still in reach of his small paws - readjusted his hat, and took a sip from one of the cups.

"I'm sorry that I only could retrieve two cups for this occasion.

Shall we?"

 

[Veritas et Lux]

The monkey's true power began to show as the heights of his force affinity began to show. His force field seemed to block her first few attacks with ease, however Ichabod's attack broke it with the third attack. This was good, Ila was beginning to feel out his force affinity. Yes- he may be a councilor, but his area of expertise seemed to be of the blade, not of the force, and Ila wanted to test his blade terribly so. Her stomach ached for the stir of battle, and her head rung with splitting pain from the anxiety that she was feeling, yet it was what she wanted- it was perfectly induced. Ila antagonized it, made the anxiety grow and expand as her body began to tremble and the nausea was ridiculously unbearable, yet of course it was perfectly horrific and grand. At once, it was as she wanted- the entire masses of energy stored up within her, the anxiety, nausea, and trembling headache and stomach pains were sent to Nuju as he called out within the force. The feelings would be transferred upon him, and without a doubt would he be in the brink of throwing up before them all.

This bitch was going down, as she noticed his faintest reaction to the attack, which he wouldn't be able to avoid displaying, she knew she would have him for just a moment at a weakness. Suddenly she jolted- it was now or never. Familiar blatant cries of agony and suffering screamed out once more; dark energy was zooming and zapping through the air in what looked like an ongoing stream of electrical strikes of lightning, conducted through Ila's left hand. The the dark side resurged through her terrifyingly wretched stance with the power of fifty men's worth of weight in suffering; she felt the goddamned universe collapse around her like she was snortin' that gooood shit. Ila's right hand flew up and her lips reposed a great smile like no other beneath her mask, in a powerful attempt to raise the pansy little urchin above the air with the force, along with the water around their feet, her power would be more than enough. Electricity spasmed and cracked from Ila's right finger tips as she was attempting to lift Nuju, her gloved hand sticking fingers outwards towards him. The water would attach to him, and conduct her electrical levitating assault. It all happened so fast, so quickly- Ila was super enhanced by the overwhelming power surge running through her.

"So tell me, master Nuju, how about the lives of these people? They say that death is more powerful than suffering itself when it comes to the dark side... That it's like splitting an atom; a powerful burst of energy is released at the separation. Would you mind if I killed them? No... Of course you wouldn't... You already robbed them of that whenever they cried out to you for help- you could have stopped it Nuju, but you chose to turn your back on your people... And now they feed the power that will end your pitiful life", Ila shouted through the humming air at her soon-to-be stuffed monkey table-side ash tray and followed it up with a horrendous laugh, deepened by the power.
The hovercar that was tipped over now toppled to the ground with the tea running through some of the water on the ground...
Ila kept her eye on Nuju, but smiled at the thought of Ichabod's next move. . . He was always so... Spontaneous.

 

[Crystalmath]

Bags sighed with relief as the door opened, a voice in their comms announcing they could leave. The turrets powered down and Bags glanced at Stylus who gave a 'I didn't do it' shrug. With that, a wide grin came across the faces of the entire squad as they realised what had happened, the double cross had finally followed through and they were in the clear, the remaining troops in the Capital Building had sided with them. With Bacta-patches covering his wounds, Aarfy pulled himself to his feet with a cry of "We did it!" before he high-fived Gorgeous.

"You two, at ease, we're pretty much done here, I just need Stylus for a moment." Bags cheerily muttered as he got to his feet, saluting his two companions before letting them go their way out the door. Turning back to Stylus, Bags muttered, "Lower all shields under government affiliation then set up a connection for a Saleucami wide comm with GA forces."

After a few minutes, a projection of Bags would appear on holo-communications planet wide, the Commando standing at attention as he made his announcement, "Today is a victory for the Imperium, we have taken the Capital, Alliance forces have been defeated and captured and all the Jedi are dead." This was a lie, he did not know the status of the Jedi, however anything to lower the morale of the enemy seemed worth it. Across the planet the image of Bags would flicker before disappearing entirely. Bags and Stylus exited the room to find that Aarfy and Gorgeous had discovered a fridge in the building, one that apparently stocked alcohol and sandwiches which the pair had been gorging on. After a brief celebration of their victory, Bags ventured off to discuss arrangements with the opposing Captain as the others ventured to join the Ex-G.A snipers in observing the scene out in the streets below. A mass of troops surrounding the brawl between their commanders.

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As soon as Nuju's telepathic retort was cut off, Ichabod clasped hold of his robes with his mechanical hand and tore them from his body in a single stroke to reveal his casual atire of singlet and pants underneath. He promptly tore down the zip of his pants with his left hand and revealed his slightly above average self to the Councillor before zipping them back up. Those troops not wearing helmets had mixed expressions of confusion and humour at the strange outburst as Ichabod casually uttered, "You got the saying the wrong way around."

"Ah my dear Chora," Ichabod called as he deactivated his lightsaber in his right hand and gave a curt bow as the traitorous Jedi approached with her troops, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person!"

As Nuju voiced his disapproval with his circumstances, Ichabod began barking orders to his soldiers, "I want those men disarmed and bound!" Ichabod announced pointing at Nuju's commando unit and with over a hundred soldiers bearing down on them, they would have little choice but to comply. As this happened Ichabod continued his screaming, "Men spread out! Take defensive positions, we haven't won this yet, I want this city locked down!" With that the majority of his troops absconded from the scene, moving out into skyscrapers, through alleyways, etc, though there was still a number of troops focused on Nuju, some whom had remained in the street as well as the rooftop snipers. There were currently two snipers and two rocketeers, now with their rifles out aimed at Nuju on the skyscraper to Ichabods right, the same set up to his left only with the addition of two members of Brandy Squad. The other two members of the Squad remained behind the landspeeder and another five troops were also in the street along with the slightly shot-up turret-mounted speeder.

With that done, Ichabod watched as Nuju placed a pair of teacups onto a toppled landspeeder. With a grin, he pulled another acid vial from his side as he watched Baranova attack the Councillor, water bursting into the air as electricity sparked from her fingertips. Upon her attack, Ichabod's eyes went wide with glee, a monstrous grin stretching across his face as he followed suit, flicking the lid off the vial and tossing it into the air, the liquid slipping out and being telekinetically grabbed by the Crusader. The acid spread thin like a spear through the air as it traveled as fast as Ichabod could telekinetically carry it, aiming it straight for Nuju's head. Upon impact he would unleash a force grasp, that would grab hold of the Councillors head and the acid as though clutched by a great, invisible hand that would simultaneously try to crush Nuju's head and keep him stationary in the air as it mushed the acid into his face, Ichabod trying to guide the fast-burning liquid up tear ducts, nostrils and past his lips.

Maintaining his maddened grin he physically kept his focus on his attack, though already his mental implants were beginning to calculate the possible outcomes and suitable responses and things were looking pretty good.

 

[Natise]

The captain sat at his table, waiting for the leader of Sam squad to enter the room. As he stared out at the battle ongoing between the force users, which included nudity apparently, his holocomm turned on. An image of who must be the leader of Sam squad appeared, giving the message of sith victory at the capital. He was a smart man, a simple message would crush the moral of the GA troops, while making the sith feel like they are invincible. As the captain finished reflecting on how big of a win this would be for the sith, the man entered.

" Greetings commander. I assume you are here to discuss Chora and I's reward for assisting you, correct? "

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Chora watched as Ichabod revealed himself, and for a split second thought to herself, am I gay? Once that split second was over Chora snapped back into focus. She watched as Ichabod ignored her words and began having his troops spread out. Obviously, since he directly after wards attacked Nuju, he would not be listening. So Chora activated her comm.

" Troops take assigned positions, but do not fire under any circumstances. "

Chora watched her attackers. They worked well together, she was unsure of how Nuju would react. One thing Chora did know though, was that this battle was far from over. Chora would only assist once both sith were dead. Even if she worked with them, it did not mean she didn't hate them any less than she had before.