Feels Like the First Time

[Crim]

Coruscant Undercity
Intro Stinger​

It had been years since the Fall of Coruscant and the Galaxy was still trying to figure itself out. The city planet was undoubtedly in the hands of the Sith Empire. The Republic had failed. Despite this, Coruscant was still very much alive. There were trillions of people on the world, all living their separate lives, most of whom never having even seen a Jedi or a Sith. Above the city world, an Imperial probe flew through a cluster of trash caught in orbit. It payed no attention to the garbage; the massive population of Coruscant produced a massive amount of garbage. There was nothing to gain from scouring over it. The drone flew directly towards the city world, disrupting the orbits of the garbage cluster. Each bit went on its way, floating forever on an unchanging trajectory or burning up in Coruscant's atmosphere. The drone babbled unintelligible droidspeak in the silent vacuum of space, transmitting anything it found to the Sith Empire.

The airspeeder-sized drone arced through Coruscant's atmosphere, speeding towards a pit in the otherwise skyscraper-ridden facade. There were, as the galaxy knows, two Coruscants. There was the Coruscant everyone saw. The one with beautiful, graceful skyscrapers reaching far into the horizon. Airspeeder traffic following orderly lanes in the sky. And then there was Coruscant. The real Coruscant. The dirty, rough city underneath all the impressive skyscrapers. Each level of Coruscant seemed to get worse and worse as one went closer to the surface. In ages past, getting to the real Coruscant was as easy as taking an airspeeder down a wrong skylane. Now, one had to try to reach the real Coruscant. It was as if the Republic - and the Sith, for that matter - wanted to hide the Coruscanti underworld from the Galaxy.

Dr. Prasinaima thought this was a shame. Not because the Coruscanti underworld was beautiful in some twisted way. Not because of the hidden gems in the Coruscanti underworld, like the must-try pizza places that actually numbered in the tens of thousands. Not even because she sympathized with the downtrodden of Coruscant. She thought it was a shame because the Galaxy needed to see what true suffering was. To understand the plight of trillions who would die on the same street they were born on. To see true suffering is to see sentient nature in its purest. Selfish, corrupt, angry, and desperate. The Dark Side of the Force was a natural path. The way to progress is paved by suffering and plight, not restraint and kindness.

She paced on a balcony overlooking a street corner, her hood drawn over her head. The Sith Templar had been monitoring the location for some time, having heard it was home to a Republic plot. They called themselves the Consuls - a desperate alliance of criminals, old Republic soldiers, and - if intel was to be believed - a Jedi and his apprentice. The Consuls were dangerous adversaries; they were responsible for a bombing in the Coruscant upper city and it was only a matter of time before they acted again. The Sith had no intention of being undermined by a simple gang of criminals hiding under their noses like cowards. And the Consuls were close. Very close.

The massive Imperial probe descended through the air, reaching the Zelosian Sith. Its holoprojector beamed four blue, holographic tactical readouts. Dr. Prasinaima studied the holograms and paced. She wasn't alone - Imperial High Command had ordered several others to aid in the removal of the Consuls. She turned and briefed those who had joined her.

"Last week, the location of the base of operations for the Consuls - the latest band of dissidents we have to clean up - was found to be within five kilometers of our location. Comscan has detected an energy field surrounding the nearest transit hub. These readouts indicate a droid presence and a communications jammer. Consuls or not, this warrants an immediate purge of this train station. There are two levels of this station - a lobby and a platform level. Their main base of operations is likely in the lobby. However, their being in a transit station is a problem. Evacuation is as simple as stepping on a train. This platform is known to keep one small train active and unused in case of emergencies on the rail. This is reportedly the source of the communications jammer. It is likely they will use this train in their escape. We will need to be a step ahead of them.

I propose a two-pronged ambush. We will enter the train station undetected; one group will remain in the lobby while the other group will proceed to the platforms. When we are in position, the lobby group is to raise hell. Kill indiscriminately, destroy the battle droids, do anything to cause a panic and let the Consuls know we're here. The platform group will board the emergency train and wait for the Consuls. Once the train leaves the station, they will be trapped, where the platform group will proceed to execute anyone aboard.

Questions?"

@Richie B. @Nor'baal

 

[Richie B.]

Asher had become a Templar from his time with Darth Cain and his priesthood thing, now within the Sith inquisition as a Templar it was his job to hunt down Jedi within Sith space. The warrior had been sent to Coruscant because of news of a group of people lead by a Jedi attacking the Empire. Which meant he needed to go out and kill them. The one thing he was trained to do. He was outfitted with a vest, under a black robes to hide most of his form, leaving the hood to cover a good portion of his head. Revealing only, four eyes, and a face only a Annoo-Dat could love. It had been time since he saw a planet wide city, and he wasn't keen on staying long. He was used to it and didn't much like being here, reminded him to much of his old home on Nar Shadda. Where he started and one day will see destroyed.

In this planet the Templar saw more wealth then he had in his entire life before the Sith. The balcony was a good touch, it allowed him to feel good watching the poor and weak in the lower levels of this world. They were just like him once, and if they were to make something out of themselves they needed to do something about it.

Asher carried with him two lightsabers a standard one and his Templar blade, with a pistol on his belt. The man stood quiet watching as the probe flow into view giving them a read out over their objective. Which was nice, and considering several others had gather, many soldiers under command of the Inquisition as the hunt against Jedi within Sith space was there domain.

Listening to the woman he remained quiet feeling like this is a good idea. Though he was ready for anything such as a battle with a Jedi or a Padawan whichever came in his path.

@Nor'baal @Crim

 

[Kitsune]

The past five years had been kind of boring and filled with drifting in space mostly for Alexander so for once had been happy that the cruiser he had been stationed on would be stopping on the now Imperial controlled Coruscant for resupply and the long awaited shore leave most of the guys on board had been craving for, who would have thought that sharing a cramped space with a group of testosterone filled guys for a few months could get constricting, go figure.

So Alexander had took the opportunity of rest with pleasure, almost shooting out the moment he had been cleared to leave the cruiser and then moving in a dorm supplied by the Empire for the resting soldiers of the Imperial legion ,It was not the best but he was alone and didn’t get to hear the snoring of ten different people at once .Of course being the good Imperial soldier he was the moment a message straight from high command had reached his transmitter he had put an end to his vacation and dashed out of the cantina he had been sitting in in order to grab what he could of his gear, relishing the opportunity to finally get a real assignment and maybe start proving himself.

Now though after getting his blaster rifle and the few thermal detonators he owned before arriving at the destination of the meeting Alexander was starting to regret being chosen for the mission as his eyes subtly darted across the room taking in the forms of the people that were in it ,noting the smallest details and movements .The reason for the feeling of regret was that he was surrounded by Sith and you could never be too certain with them about what they’d do in almost any given situation, besides killing and torturing of course.

Despite the present company he maintained his calm demeanor and listened intently to the briefing the female Sith Templar was presenting while also making sure to keep both of the other two Sith in his peripheral vision, just in case. Honestly he was not sure which one of the three he wanted to be stuck with once the group split up, the woman that was in charge was giving me bad vibes and the giant next to him with four eyes was not the most trust inspiring, hopefully the last member of this impromptu group would be somewhat normal. Alexander was almost missing the pirates, key worded being almost.

Once the woman finished the briefing Alex only shook his head in the negative and replied “No Ma’am “

@Crim @Nor'baal @Richie B.
(OOC Note : Permission to join thread given by @Crim .Also sorry you all if the post is a bit wonky)

 

[Nor'baal]

The Grand Moff would never admit it, but he was nervous; very nervous. His first active deployment since taking office, and although he was confident he was in safe hands, there was always an element of trepidation when taking to back to the field after time away. He paced the office on board the Icarus-Class Yacht, adapted somewhat to accommodate his needs. Since taking office he had almost constantly been on the move, and the Yacht had served to support him in this a great deal. Turning to one of the droids standing about the room, he beckoned for it to bring his holster; containing a standard issue Blaster Pistol issued to add members of the Imperial Officer Class.

With a gesture, he dismissed the droid and made his way to disembarkation lobby. A small gathering of Black Armored Imperial Troopers stood loosely around the room, Solomon dutifully ignored them as he checked a datapad, confirming the mission at hand. ''Seems simple enough,'' he muttered to himself ''Best get it over with.'' he added, the Troopers looking at him somewhat confused. Was he talking to them?

The ship landed, escorted by a small group of fighters which peeled off on his decent, and with a hiss the ramp dropped. He walked off and moved up to the nearest Sith. At his side, he wore his blaster, on his hip a simple vibro-knife. His armor was of the standard imperial make, black with a trench coat over the top; a Moffs Cap atop it all. In his mind he cut an impressive figure, in reality, he probably didn't.

 

[Crim]

"Good," she said, smirking a bit. The two who had already joined her seemed like the type of people she would want to be on a mission with. Attentive, skilled, and armed to the teeth. One even had four-arms; she was looking forward to observing him in combat. She felt their anticipation, their gall. The Dark Side of the Force was strong in these men, even those who could not use it. Everyone has a unique presence in the Force right before killing someone else, something Ebiara had come to notice and appreciate. She basked in this presence for a few seconds before the sound of an approaching ship alerted her.

"It would appear our reinforcements have arrived," Dr. Prasinaima said, watching an Icarus-class yacht land with a hiss. Imperial troops poured out of the transport, accompanied by none other than Grand Moff Solomon Lok. The Templar turned and walked to the Moff, her new lightsaber awkwardly tapping against her leg. The crossguard was something she would have to get used to. She wasn't unfamiliar with it by any means, but her old saber was, by then, a part of her. She even grew anxious when she didn't have her saber - not because she was defenseless, but because she didn't like not knowing where her possessions were. Some people in the galaxy did idle pocket checks for keys or wallets. Dr. Prasinaima did saber checks.

"Grand Moff Solomon Lok. A surprise, to be sure, but a welcome one. I take it your men have been briefed? We are ready to move on your mark," she said politely. She knew Grand Moff Lok had combat experience; he wouldn't have received the position otherwise. He wore a trench coat over a set of Imperial armor; it wasn't remarkably flashy and looked a bit silly when paired with the hat. This was the mark of a man who had been shot at before. When the blaster bolts start flying, a flashy suit and some nice medals wouldn't save him. That job went to ceramic armor and military gear designed for combat. The mission hadn't even begun and Ebiara had a good feeling about it.

"The fight in the lobby is going to be very chaotic; it's a large, open room with lots of combatants. Of course, the fight on the train is going to be very close-quarters. I propose one Sith in the lobby and one Sith in the getaway train. This will allow us to quickly gain the upper hand in both battles. Templar Khor, would you care to aid the men in the lobby? I believe an extra set of hands would be a much-needed benefit in that battle."

@Nor'baal @Richie B. @Kitsune

 

[Richie B.]

Asher watched quietly as a soldier spoke up seemingly fine with everything, and a great idea came into his head. Something truly diabolical and evil, something that would make him truly feared by the soldiers. All it required was for him to get the soldier into his squad and thankfully he outranked the soldier and doubtfully the Sith would care if he request the soldier on his team. Looking at the soldier he smiled figuring out how he can mess with the soldier.

Of course while the Sith went out to meet the reinforcements, Asher turned to the soldier the smile that would creep anyone out. Well his looks usually do that, considering his species were known for two things either not being big enough or those with four arms are told they look too threatening. So removing the hood so the soldier got a better look at the Sith, Asher spoke quietly.

"Private, what's your name?" Asher hoped to get to know who he is messing with, then of course his fellow Templar came back and started talking with him.

"Of course Templar Ebiara, I would love to cause some chaos. Though I should love it if this soldier came with me." Asher said pointing to the soldier he was just talking with.

They had a good number of soldiers and for sure Asher could use the annoyance to make this task seem less boring. Maybe even get a few laughs later in the month, of course it might bite him later but the Templar doubt the private had the guts to fight him if Asher truly pushed things. His four arms were crossed in his cloak giving him a slightly bulky look.

@Crim @Nor'baal @Kitsune

 

[Kitsune]

Alexander was practically able to feel the smirk in the voice of the hooded woman as she turned her attention to them, no doubt to observe and establish and opinion about the people that had come for the mission. Though his attention was soon diverted as an Icarus –class yacht landed and soon what was probably the fourth member for this mission emerged. Alex had a mixed bag of feelings for this new arrival. While it was relieving it was another non-force sensitive that was also from the Imperial legion to booth it was also a bit galling that it had to be, the still fairly new, Grand Moff of all people.

The soldier was forced to redirect his attention once more as he caught in his peripheral vison the other occupant of the room turning towards him and smiling off all things before then proceeding to remove his hood. Honestly Alex had seen some ugly faces up until now in his life but the face of the giant four armed Sith was one only a mother could love and even that was not sure. The soldier was also aware that it was an intimidation tactic, not something uncommon to be used by the Sith but as far as he was able to glimpse no signs to indicate immediate violence yet, meaning it was still only stuck on mental manipulation level.

Alex made sure to not show his reluctance to the best of his abilities as he turned towards Asher and responded “The name is Vaell, Alexander Vaell” thankfully further inquiries were stopped short as the Sith Templar returned with the Grand Moff in tow and laid out the plan for the mission. But it seemed luck was not on his side as it seemed the four armed Templar was not finished and requested for Alex to accompany him to the lobby. If it wasn’t certain before it was now, that the Sith had something planned for him and whatever it was Alex doubted it would be good.

Despite that Alex’s face conveyed none of his inner thoughts and continued to be set in its calm demeanor. Oh not that he wasn’t intimidated or unafraid because he was. After all It would be foolish to not be afraid, it’s that very feeling that keeps one alive and allows to pull through dangerous situation as long as you are not ruled by it, and currently he was not because while Alexander may be a lot of things but easily cowed into submission by his emotions or Sith was not one of them.

Those thoughts didn’t make the situation any more pleasant though and with a quiet mutter of a few selected Chiss curses ,regarding ancestors ,shame and glaciers moving places, before rising his voice Alexander addressed the female Sith and the Grand Moff "Lady Templar , while I have no problem should I be assigned to the lobby, due to the hasty nature of my assignment I am not as properly equipped for open combat as I should be .” taking a pause and focusing more on the armored man “That’s why should I be assigned there, if it’s not too rude to implore would it be possible for you to consider allowing me to borrow if not a full set at least a light chest piece of armour if at all possible Grand Moff Lok . Of course It would be returned the moment the assignment is over I assure you.”

@Crim @Nor'baal @Richie B.

 

[Nor'baal]

’’A pleasure.’’ Solomon replied, courteously, to his comrades before pressing his gun-free hand to his microbead communicator in his ear. ’’Aegis.’’ he spoke simply, the Black Armored Guard forming a skirmish line with him at its rear. A simple formation, one intended to provide the group with wide firing angles moving into a combat zone, whilst also acting as cover for the Grand Moff. It was a selfish formation, but the Grand Moff, and his men, didn’t pay it much heed - simple battlefield protocol spoke volumes for the importance of rank.


Moving toward the building, he held his pistol up in a firing position, ready to shoot at the nearest enemy that present itself. He kept his free hand on the right shoulder of the man in front of him, acting in support, whilst the trooper followed a simple bodyguard routine, ready to act as cover should the Moff require it.

 

[Crim]

The Sith could feel the coy smirk on her face give way to an annoyed scowl. She looked at the unprepared soldier and then at the Grand Moff, expecting the latter to raise hell. When the verbal lashing didn't come, Dr. Prasinaima felt her hand wander to her lightsaber. "'Due to the hasty nature of the assignment?' Are you implying High Command is at fault for your unpreparedness?," she said to the soldier, her fingers wrapping around the hilt of her saber. She then looked at Asher, then back at the soldier. "You had best thank the Force Templar Khor has taken a liking to you. Else, I would not think twice about executing a private for insolence. I do not believe Grand Moff Lok has armor to spare. It would appear you will have to avoid dying the old-fashioned way: by sticking to cover and not getting shot."

She then turned to Asher and adjusted her hood. "May the Force serve you well, Khor," she said as Grand Moff Lok moved into an aegis position. The Sith Templar descended a set of stairs and began to walk to the train station.

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"Master, do you sense that?" asked Jedi Padawan Shezr Bal-Kym. The girl, barely seventeen, saw Coruscant fall as a Jedi Apprentice. It was the only other time she had felt this sensation. The sensation that something was coming. Something terrible, something powerful, and there was little that could be done to stop them. Her master, Cathar Jedi Knight Gordion, grunted. "Focus," he said. The two sat in the lobby, Shezr's hands outstretched and focused on a loose piece of tile on the floor. "The Underworld is dangerous, yet it is strong in the Force. It's teeming with life. Let it aid your powers, not distract you," the Cathar Jedi continued, resting his shoulders on his knees.

The train station's lobby had seen better days. It was shaped like a large trapezoid, with the main entrance at the smaller apex. Escalators descended on either side to the station level, though they hadn't been powered for years. There were rows of stone pillars, stretching from floor to ceiling and covered in graffiti. The train arrival and departure board flickered intermittently. The blue, holographic display hummed with electricity. Water and plant features ran through the center of the room, both of which had stopped serving their purposes long ago. The plants had outgrown their planters, wilted, and died years ago. The fountain had been drained of water and was now a circular, concrete ring in the center of the room. Chairs were arranged in a circular motion in the old fountain, akin to the Jedi Council. There, several former Republic dignitaries and soldiers debated their next move against the Sith.

The food court to the left section of the lobby was attended to by droids, merely to keep up the illusion that this was just a run-down train station. Inside the old kitchens were mattresses and beds, where the Consuls slept en-masse. There were two droids posted for each entrance to the lobby, with a few battle droids patrolling the lobby. The Consuls who weren't debating were scattered around the lobby, making idle chat or cleaning weapons. Despite the train station's armaments, despite the competence of the men and women here who were brave enough to call themselves Consuls and defy the Sith, Shezr had never felt more unsafe in her life. The Padawan attempted once more to reach out and do as her master said.

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The station level was accessible through the elevators in the lobby and through subway station stairs cutting into the sidewalk. Thick chains and a padlock had been thrown over them, with safety tape and warnings lazily slapped on the door. Dr. Prasinaima gripped her saber and activated it, bathing the stairwell in crimson light. With one fluid motion, she cut the padlock in two before deactivating her saber. She called into her comlink, "Dr. Prasinaima. I am in position at the sublevel. You may begin your assault."

@Nor'baal @Richie B. @Kitsune

 

[Richie B.]

Asher smiled learning the name of the private Vaell now he usually wasn't one for getting to know people but he know one thing. The military was the one thing every Sith will need connections with. So despite what Asher might do to the soldier right now, he couldn't wait to see if he can somehow cause the soldier to be promoted in a quick manner. So that Asher can have some influence in the military it will greatly help him in the future when he works on his plans to become Darth. For now though Asher understood he was going into battle and so when the other Inquisitor snapped at the soldier, this gave Asher the perfectly opportunity.

"Don't worry my friend Vaell, I promise to make sure you are safe." Asher said placing a hand on the man's shoulder before removing it and pulling off his cloak showing his vest and the two lightsabers and pistol with two spares ammo clips.

And with that he was prepared to rush into the base and watched as the Imperial soldiers get prepped, and ready to go. It was a nice sight to see and so the Templar walked back and forth to make sure the soldiers knew he was there with them. He also made sure that Vaell was prepped and as they waited the soldiers with him were waiting by the main entrance. Sure the door would be difficult to get though, but thankfully Asher should be able to provide enough protection and space for the other soldiers to.

He heard that it was time for them to charge into the lobby where the rebels were. Which meant that he was going to have to lead the charge now, hopefully they aren't walking into a trap, it was sadly a possibility. And so when they were ready Asher gathered the force within him, gathering the hate and pain of his life. And unleashed a powerful force push into the door sending invisible energy that ripped it off the hinges allowing the Imperials and Asher to walk into the lobby. Both his lightsabers out and ready, while he began blasting anyone in his path with his extra arm using the pistol.

@Crim @Nor'baal @Kitsune

 

[Kitsune]

His attempted ploy at being deployed elsewhere while trying to evade the four armed Sith had failed, spectacular at that, seeing as he had been ignored by the Moff and the leader of the mission had almost executed him of all things. Not that surprising considering he was only a privet with nothing on him besides his name but It had been worth the try, on paper at least. Not that he would be repeating that anytime soon, Sith were temperamental at best and this small scale attempt would be remembered and taken in consideration next time he tried something of this variety.

One thing that Alexander knew was that the fascination the other Sith Templar had with him had actually saved his life and the way he was treating him now while sounding genuine enough didn’t mean he wouldn’t watch his back in case the warrior decided to pull something but he would take the gesture up front for what it was for now.

With a slow nod of gratitude convening more about involuntary pulling him out of the previous situation then for his word Alex responded “Thank you.” He didn’t know what the Sith agenda was yet but he would play the game with him, after all a connection with Sith that didn’t immediately want to kill you was a good thing and the Empire as a whole was one giant board of schemes and manipulations so having some support was nice.

Soon the party split off and Alexander alongside his Sith companion and the other imperial soldiers made their way towards the lobby while waiting for the signal of the female Inquisitor. Keeping his eyes peeled for any enemies in the perimeter Alex waited until it was finally time to go and with a go they went the moment they had the go ahead. The four armed Sith used his Force abilities to rip the door off its hinges signaling the beginning of their assault as Alexander rushed after him while also making sure to stray out of the way of the other soldiers.

Running into the room Vaell quickly twisted to the right and pulled his blaster up quickly pulling the trigger twice after having spotted two droids at the corner of his eye while he entered. The shots rang true and the two droids fell to the ground in a blink with holes in their head before they could react properly. Wasting no time, he swiveled on his feet forwards hitting the nearest pillar for cover while peeking out to shoot at the scrambling consuls and battle droids. The fight was now on and it was just a matter of time to see if their baiting would work.

@Crim @Nor'baal @Richie B.

 

[Nor'baal]

The Grand Moff moved into the room with the rest of the team, keeping a safe distance from the Sith; in effect using them as buffers between himself and the heart of the action. Cowardice?, he contemplated, before dismissing the idea Combat effective caution! he counted it. He fired a brace of shots into the nearest group of assailants, before raising his free hand and clenching it into a fist, the universally accepted military signal for ‘Stop’. The black armored troopers of the Coruscanti Stormtrooper Corp dropped to one knee.



Flattening his hand, the moff jabbed it once to the right, holding up his fingers, five splayed, and then jabbed to the left. Silently, five troopers from each end of the skirmish line darted off to form flanking fire teams. The rest of the line held still behind cover, little more than desks and crates. Solomon, easily falling into his role as a General as well as he occupied to role of Grand Moff, raised his hand again, and flicked his wrist forward twice. Advance!.



A burst of encrypted static met him, and the team moved up, laying down a steady tract of covering and aggressive fire into those resistance elements not yet engaged by the Sith. Solomon dropped one of the resistance who rose to meet him, before darting back into cover as the Stormtrooper to his immediate right fell, smoke coiling from his faceplate, a steady stream of laz fire forcing half the line into cover.



A cry rose from the left flank, one of the newer recruits shouting without the aid of his in built commlink ”Heavy We….” he never finished the sentence as the mounted assault gun fanned the line. Solomon fell behind a pillar, next to Vaell.



”If you would be so kind, get rid of that would you?’’ he asked the Sith, jerking his head toward the guns position.

 

[Crim]

Incidental​

It happened almost all at once. With a terrible sound, the entrance to the base was pulverized from an unseen force, flying into the room. The flying, metal projectile bounced off the ground and slammed into an unfortunate man, crushing and killing him instantly. Imperial troops began to pour into the room, flooding it with red blaster bolts and loud noises. Almost immediately, the two droids guarding the door were killed by one trooper who moved in use a pillar as cover. By the second, the forces of the Consuls dwindled rapidly. Soldiers rushed to take cover, the center falling back to cover while the men on the sides held their positions. The mounted assault gun began to fire, further adding to the chaos. Bolts flew in all directions, kicking up sparks and bits of concrete wherever they landed. Unarmed men and women, unable to fight, scattered. Some ran for cover while others ran for the nearest cover.

The two Jedi stood, Gordion activating his green saber and raising it. Shezr's hand bolted to her belt to retrieve her saber, but Gordion put his hand on her shoulder. "Go, Shezr. Lead the evacuation, just as we've practived," he said. "Master," the young human protested, turning to face him. "Now!" he barked, his Cathar vocal chords turning the shout into an almost primal growl. As Shezr began to turn, she said, "May the Force be with you." She ran to the far side of the room, avoiding blaster fire. As she passed a few petrified dignitaries huddled in the meeting circle, she shouted, "Get to the train!"

At the food court, soldiers turned tables on their sides and were using them as cover, crouching behind them. Food and ammunition was already scattered all over the floor. Shezr ran to the kitchens and burst through the doors. Dignitaries and children looked at her with fear and confusion in their eyes. "Imperial troops have entered the base!" she shouted, followed by an order. "Come with me to the trains." The civilians - about twenty - rose and began to rush to the door, almost trampling each other as they scrambled to the service tunnels behind them.
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Dr. Prasinaima heard the chaos above her. The sounds of war. The ceiling above shook, dust falling with each boom. She made her way through the platform and gripped the side of the train car present. Entering the train could alert them, she reasoned, so she chose to hoist herself on top of the train instead. Just as she began to lay down to conceal herself, the platform's lights came on. The sounds of approaching footsteps filled the platform as civilians and soldiers began to run into the train below. She couldn't help but feel giddy. This was going to be fun.

@Nor'baal @Richie B. @Kitsune

 

[Richie B.]

The Sith watched as the criminals get into a heavy weapon and begin firing into the Imperial soldiers. Which was going to be a problem so the Annoo-Dat began running attempting to deflect as many bolts away from him as he could. His two lower arms were busy shooting at random people in front of him of course making sure not to hit his own allies. So the Sith got behind a overturned table, and turning off his lightsabers and with all four arms the Sith grabbed it and tossed it towards the criminal with a mounted assault weapon.

The man would only have a few moments to jump out of the way before his weapon was knocked over and covered by a broken table. And before he could reestablish his position the Sith and several soldiers once again opened fire. It was fun watching the soldiers battle it out but now it became time to deal with the major threat and that was the Jedi that was standing in the middle of the room. A cat person who clearly needed to get some anger management classes, and Asher was a Sith so he knew when someone had anger issues.

"I shall take the Jedi on myself." Asher made sure to point his Templar blade at the Jedi in a come at me bro sign.

He was sure the other criminals might help the Jedi but hopefully the soldiers would be able to take care of that on their own. So the Sith walked to about 10 meters of the Jedi prepared to duel him one on one to make sure the Jedi didn't retreat and that the Sith could collect another lightsaber to his collection.

@Kitsune

 

[Kitsune]

Alexander could only click his tongue in displeasure as he rested his back behind the pillar and frequently peaked out shooting at the enemy forces when the heavy laser fire started cutting into the assault team, a couple going down with holes in their bodies. He only speared a brief glance to the Moff that took cover next to him before refocusing his attention on shooting anything that was not a loyal imperial citizen.

Seeing the Sith pick up the table and throw it at the mounted gun Vaell made sure to focus his fire on covering the four armed alien, his eyes scanning the room and his gun snapping to shoot at any enemies he could spot taking aim at the Templar. The moment the weapon was overturned he made sure to take out the man that had mounted just in case the guy had tried to do so again before refocusing on covering the warrior as he challenged the Jedi standing in the room.

Confident the force sensitives could just duke it out on their own Alex redoubled his effort on shooting and it was then he spotted that a few of the consuls soldiers were trying to set up more heavy blasters using the cafeteria table as a support. Alert shinning in his eyes Alex quickly spoke aloud enough for the Moff next to him in cover to hear, so he could hopefully direct a few of his men’s fire in that direction “General, enemy trying to set up more artillery on the left.” Before releasing a bolt of laser that hit a scarred man right in the chest as he was trying to aim a rocket launcher of all things. Just what kind of resources had this band of brigands been able to gather, it seemed there was still a lot of clean up left on Coruscant if they were able to muster such forces.

@Crim @Zaphod Norblebrox @Richie B. (apologies for the delay)