Open Invasion The Annexation of Eiattu

[Lorcan]

Lorcan sighed a little bit as he adjusted the way the rifle sat against his shoulder and shook his head slightly at the sheer amount of destruction that the Sith managed to bring forth with their entrance. Their entrance alone... well if he had wanted to keep working for a bunch of weaklings afraid of collateral damage, he supposed he would have signed up for the Jedi Temple Guard that was being recruited for.

Instead he got given a brand new (shiny) sniper rifle and an opening created by the crashing of a gunship through a wall. There was just something about working with people with a sense of flair that he quite enjoyed.

Still, it was better he earned his rifle.

Staring through the scope of the rifle, Lorcan would wait for the dust from the landing and explosions to settle before taking his shot just as the King was instructed to leave. A single shot from his sniper rifle, the vantage point unknown and a corpse covering his rifle and his helmet to hide him. A single shot that would race across the distance to plant itself within the King's left kneecap as he stood there, in shock, as the Security Head began to speak to him.

If the shot hit true or not, Lorcan wouldn't stay still, readying his weapon again before taking his second shot at the centre mass of the Security Chief instead. He aimed a little low on purpose actually, aiming to tear the man's guts out with the shot so he would die slowly and painfully. With the two shots fired he would back away from the edge of the tower to head down it's internal staircase - moving on to avoid his position being zeroed.

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[Moridin]

As the ship made it's final approach, Moridin looked down at the little creature in his arms, preparing with growing dread for the act that he would soon have to commit. He had thought he would be ready for it, but seemed so hard now, how could he do it? Was this really the route to power? He was almost gathering the resolve needed when Morgan warned him to look after the puppy and a fresh wave of protectiveness for the little creature overcame him.

Whatever chance of going ahead with the original plan might have existed vanished, he was now bound to this creature. So when the assault began soon after, Moridin emerged from the craft with the little creature tucked protectively under one arm.

"We go hunting," he said as he let the others pick their fights, his task was a different one, though he knew that it had become a redundant one, "we have a princess to catch. A princess, that should be fun right?"

He made for one of the guards who seemed to be important, his uniform seemed more flashy. It didn't amount to much as Moridin beat him down just the same. And all it took was an arm to get the man to tell him everything he wanted to know, like where to find the princess. He let the man pass out, having no interest in taking his life, and began making for the princess, the pupper watching with curiosity and excitement from the nook in Moridin's arm.

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[Captain Tiberius Stryker]

As Lian made his exit, the Captain was sure he would find the princess long before the Sith did. One thing that the King did insist on, was decoys. And they were effective. As he backpedaled, more of his men would approach from behind, as well as more of the Kings men to his position to reinforce them, two of them even breaking off to help Chester back up. "Hold the line lads! Make them bleed for every inch!"

The kings men would break off to try to reinforce him and their head of security while Tiberius and his men exited the Palace. His peacemaker would snap side to side, dropping several of the enemy troopers. Chester would get back in the fight, just in time to gut a sith trooper with his field knife. But that would be it for ol'Chester. The man would get gunned down by the enemy advance. He'd steal a glance back to see @Lian Sheffield off in the distance, boy was the kid a distance runner.

There were brief moments where it looked like they could pull out the win. Moments where his men were dropping many of the troopers with the Sith, but then the tide would turn or one of the SIth would cut through his men. Once enough of his boys were down, the Captain would look to his men. "Get to the transports!" he'd then fire several bolts at @Morgan Ali and @Tiamat. they weren't meant to injure or kill, but to distract or disrupt concentration for more of his men to slip away. A Sith trooper would stab the Captain in the side, but not before the Captain pulled his own knife free to drive it into the mans neck and use the now shambling corpse for cover. "C'mon ya bilge rats!"

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[Darth Stolas]

The Jedi was fleeing. It was the smart choice, of course, outnumbered and outgunned by a sudden assault force landing in the throne room. Morgan had to appreciate his shrewd assessment of the situation in the face of great danger. That didn't mean he was less annoyed about it, and the fire rose to the surface beneath his skin.

With a snarl behind his helmet he broke off from the Jedi to pursue the king and his men- at which point the king's knee was shot out from the under him by precision sniper fire before he could even really get anywhere. He screamed in agony and his chief panicked, which only intensified when Morgan flung a hand forward to pin him spitefully against the the wall beside the throne. Commandos cut down the other guards and the chief himself had his belly burned through by another rifle shot. The young Sith let the man drop to the ground to writhe in desperation and turned instead to the other new arrival.

The captain and his entourage were the new and only focus of Morgan's ire. The Chester individual had been knocked aside by Tiamat, leaving the Magpie's ground sweeper to do exactly as advertised and send fans of heavy cannon fire across the stubborn defenders. Morgan followed behind his soldiers at an even pace. At least for a short time.

Bolts flew from the captain's pistol and Morgan interposed himself between the weapon and Tiamat, knocking each bolt aside except one which was returned to slam through the chestplate of one of the captain's men. The Sith otherwise continued his advance, right up until the captain issued his challenge, holding ground so his men could escape and using a corpse for cover. Well, since he asked so nicely...

Morgan rose his unoccupied hand toward the captain and the Force surged forward at his command, wrapping around the man and his cover. The young Sith's arm swung and his grip would follow suit to lift him from the palace steps and throw him bodily off to the side. His trajectory would send him toward the sea to impact against slanted stone and at risk of falling into the churning and hungry waters below.

One of the man's soldiers spitefully fired a pair of retreating shots and received a reflected shot clipping across his ribs in return, at which point he stopped trying and retreated with the rest of them. Morgan turned to head back inside once they were out of sight, sending impressions to Asminys through their connection to update him on the ground assault.

"Have we found the princess yet?" he asked over the comms line to those connected, stalking over to the throne where the king and his dying chief still lay on the floor, though a field medkit had been applied to the king's leg so he wouldn't bleed to death. The security chief would just have to do with a slow death.

A gloved hand came down to grip the king's tunic and wrest him from the ground, then off it entirely, holding him above the young Sith's helmet and suspended in the air.

"You would be wise to surrender, for your granddaughter's sake."

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[Darth Malicia]

Malicia could tell the girl was considering fleeing and rose her hand up. The Force wrapped around the girl, pulling her forward closer to the Darth. "You do not need to worry," Malicia said, her voice cold and emotionless, probably not the most comforting, but she was being honest in a way. "As long as you convince the King to surrender and..."

The Darth tightened her grip around the woman to keep her from trying to inject. "Obey my brother when he gets here." She could hear someone running up a connecting hallway while she was speaking, which somewhat shifted her attention.

The footsteps soon turned into a man stepping out with a blaster in hand. Malicia let go of the princess, swinging her arm to the side in response. Her dark tendrils poured out suddenly, grabbing and ripping the life out of him within seconds. The princess screamed in shock and her face paled into something similar to the palace walls.

"Do you understand?" Malicia said plainly, leaning forward to make sure the princess heard her clearly. "You will obey my brother, or I will kill every single one of your family members and make all your nightmares come true," she growled, hearing the princess whimper in submission.

A voice rang over her comm a second later, "Have we found the princess yet?. Malicia picked up her comm, though before she answered she gestured at the princess to stand, who scrambled to her feet right away. Tears were beginning to form on the princesses cheeks when Malicia finally answered the comm with a holotransmission. Both a holoprojection of the small Darth and the princess flicked over Morgan's comm.

"Yes," Malicia said once the transmission was stable.

"Please grandpa, please see reason and surrender... please... grandpa...please..." the princess cried, trailing off. Her breath stuttered, and she covered her eyes with her hands before she began to sob.

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[Lian Sheffield]

Lian kept his pace as he headed down the winding hallways of the palace. The door behind him had held, at least until it was well behind him. He knew that he'd condemned at least some to death by sealing shut one of the few exits, including perhaps even Captain Tiberius who had shuttled him to Eiattu for the diplomatic mission. They will be avenged. It perhaps wasn't the most 'Jedi' of thoughts to have, but it was what Lian was thinking. The Sith had slaughtered Ajan Kloss. They had brought with them terror and blood - and now, on the planet of Eiattu, they were doing it again. And they were getting away with it.

Lian raced up a spiraling stairwell. The Princess' quarters were only a few hallways beyond when he reached the top. Come on, Lian. Come on. In saving her, he could bring some small victory to the events of Eiattu. Small, but important nontheless. One soul would, at the very least, be spared the horrors to come.


It didn't take him long to reach the top of the staircase, which now opened up to a grand hall. The Royal Apartments. Busts of monarchs past lined the walls, and artworks decorated the walls. For a moment, he could almost forget about the battle entirely. It was peaceful here, and sheltered from most of the fighting happening elsewhere. In fact, he hadn't even come across a single guard-- Where are the guards?

Sprinting down the hallway, Lian arrived at what were the Princess' Quarters. They sat at a top corner of the Royal Palace, and commanded a view that overlooked a portion of the city below. Lian didn't hesitate in barging through the door, half-expecting to find a cowering girl being sheltered by guards. Instead, he found nothing.

The room was empty. She wasn't there.

"Shavit!". It was impossible not to yell aloud. He had promised the King that he would retrieve his granddaughter - that he would deny the Sith a total victory. He had failed.

Where she was, Lian did not know, and now he found the earlier peace of the hallway disturbed. Footsteps, accompanied by calm and steady voices barking orders. These were not guards familiar with the palace. Sith. Perhaps they still had not found the Princess, or perhaps they were merely looking for more royalty to snatch. He didn't know, and it didn't matter, for he was about to be trapped.

Quickly moving to the door, Lian half-poked his head outwards and cursed under his breath. There was a lot of them, and they were checking rooms. He had a minute, at most. Quietly closing it, Lian felt the force flow through his fingertips as he lifted a heavily decorated, wooden desk that sat near the door and sat it before the only entrance to the Princess' room. It would buy him seconds more, maybe.

Lian turned his attention to the large window that overlooked the city below. In any other circumstance, he would have admired the view - but now, he was looking for a means of escape. His eyes scanned the skyline as crafts of all shapes and sizes took off, evidently trying their luck against the corvettes in orbit. He was too late to make any of them, but then, he spotted a lone craft sitting fortuitously near to the palace. A Lethisk-class (@Eccles), not that Lian knew that. He didn't care what it was, so long as it could fly. Either the pilot wasn't home, they didn't plan on leaving, or he was lucky enough that they just hadn't left yet. That craft was his way out, and he was going to take it. If he remained to fight off the attackers down the hallway, it would only be a matter of time until the Sith from the throne room made their way to him. What good could he do the planet of Eiattu dead?

The door to the room was bashed with a solid thud, and the desk behind it gave way. Lian jumped.

The glass shattered, and a few stray bolts of blaster fire flew past him before he fell out of sight. Through the force, his fall was softened - but not enough. A pain shot up his left leg - a sprained ankle, a break? At this point, he didn't know. The adrenaline kept him going, and he could worry about what was by all accounts a minor injury later.

Now beyond the walls of the royal compound, Lian hastily limped towards the ever-nearing craft. He brought up an arm, waving toward the cockpit. If somebody was inside, he needed to get their attention. If not? He had to find a way in.

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[Davik Lorso]

The catscratch's engines finally purred to action and Davik flashed a relieved grin as he grabbed his seatbelt and clicked himself against the pilot's chair. Running a blockade was part of his profession, right? It was what the catscratch got famous for.. Davik was ten minutes away from being back among the stars and he really liked his chances, but..

what the kriff was that karker doing!?

Someone was running, no limping towards the Catscratch waving his arms and asking a whole lot of attention. "Stop waving or you'll lead the Sith over here," the smuggler cried through gritted teeth as he aborted his imminent departure to remotely lower his ramp and open the door. The ship was sending a whole lot of dust and sand swirling around it, making it and the entire boatyard around it a kriffing target for the Sith's attention. Davik needed to get it the kark out of dodge, but for some reason he couldn't quite let the limping fella behind either. Kriffing morality.

Once the limper was on board he'd not waste second for him to get strapped in and engage the engines to do a low altitude escape over the mountains to the north.

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[Darth Stolas]

In one hand Morgan held his holoprojector, on it the image of the princess in Malicia's tender clutches. In the other he held the king of an entire planet, all the "power" he held not enough to break the irate Sith's grip on his tunic. The Darth had answered his question quite professionally despite the difference in seniority, something he respected on principle, and the the king was now performing the most pathetic song and dance Morgan had ever seen in his life.

And he'd seen Jawas on Ice. A rousing performance it was not.

Lots of terrified stammering and shivering from the king who was trying very hard not to look directly into the impassive mask of a Sith, which only intensified when he caught the image and voice of his granddaughter. Morgan shook him- maybe a little harder than he actually intended, oh well- and brought him down directly in front of his face, a bass growl reverberating through his modular.

"Whenever you're ready," he prodded with a tone that strongly suggested unfortunate consequences should he refuse, fury washing over the old man in waves.

"I surrender," the king managed out through the fear. Morgan lifted him again, strode over to the throne, and planted the king back in his stone chair. "Here you will wait. Watch your tongue, o' king. Asminys is not as patient as I." He stepped back and turned on his heels, the remaining soldiers with him moving to the throne. The head of security continued to flounder on the floor, life slowly fading but otherwise ignored.

The young Sith brought up his holoprojector. "My thanks, Malicia," he said with a slight bow of his head. "Would you mind bringing her to the throne room?"

Elsewhere the Sith forces were continuing to overtake the defenders. The king announced a ceasefire and surrender and security forces were captured, a few stubborn pockets of resistance stamped out by droids and crimson blades. Eiattu had not been prepared for the Sith assault and it was over quickly.

After Malicia's answer he sent a ping to Asminys, as well as a comms message to his flagship for he and his commanding officer to hear.

"The king has surrendered and awaits your arrival, Asminys. Victory is ours."

And with that, Morgan decided it was about time for a muffin.

//END THREAD

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