Star Wars Rise of an Empire RP

[Holy Empire of Avalon]

Boarding the drop ship Ragen looked to his command, not even sentient, just a bunch of droids. One was glitching and kept twitching, the constant motion of its arm jerking annoyed the lad. "Stop your damn twitching!" Drawing the hilt of his weapon, a cylindrical deep black object, it opened into a long blade of the same hue that was pointed; one slash brought it across the droid's arm severing the limb. As if with sorrow the machine looked to its severed limb upon the floor of the ship before looking to the stump it was attached to formerly, and then to Ragen. "Look at me one more time and you lose more than a limb." Under the midnight helmet one could still feel his glare behind that visor. The droid slowly averted its gaze back forward in the standby position.

Upon the bulkhead wall a red light went green and the ship deployed carrying them to the surface. The landing was botched, the pilot droid had glitched causing the vehicle to rotate and smash into the side of the Jedi Temple instead of actually landing on an upper floor. "Brilliant, just brilliant! Dooku, not only is your name foolish, but so are you. These droids cannot do anything right!" Pulling a blaster from his side Ragen shot the entire platoon of droids ending them with one trigger pull each. "Mass produced idiocy." Making his way out of the destroyed vehicle Ragen found himself face to face with a whole class of young padawans.

"Who are you?" They all cocked their heads childishly to the side. The dark armored boy put a hand to the side of his head and began talking into the communicator. "Just found a whole bunch of kids after my insertion into the Temple was botched. I'm just going to start killing them now." He said with utter calm as the children stared at the being with wide eyes, several began to cry. "Oh shut up!" Ragen stomped his foot and drew his darksword. "I get yelled at by a man who's name sounds like fecal matter, I am put in charge of useless droid hunks of junk, I am not in the mood to deal with kids screaming in my damn ears- do you even know how annoying that is when it echoes in this helmet?!" Taking out his pistol he aimed it at the first child. "I promise to make this quick, just please stop screaming, you are making my job really suck right now."

"Get away from the children!" A seemingly short Jedi stood with a staff even taller than herself, in total she looked like a toy. "Or what? You going to beat me with that stick? I could shoot you right now and you would die. Really painfully too if I hit the lung, worse if I hit your stomach." The children all ran and escaped once his focus was off them. "Eh, I did not really want to kill them anyway..." Ragen grunted under his helmet. "Listen here, shrimp, go crawl up over there with the children. You might not all die." Her silver staff turned into a lightpike with a white blade. "I can hear the deception in your voice, you will not get past me." The Jedi moved took a defensive stance angling her spear towards him. "So be it then." Ragen watched as she ran at him, parrying her jab he laughed. "You wear Jedi robes, but you fight like a flailing fish, what, did you just wander in off the streets?" Grabbing her by the shoulder Ragen threw the girl back. "Stay out of my way." Walking past her he reached the other side of the long room and called in on his helmet again, "The children are dead, I bumped into a Jedi, she is dead to. I did not take any heads this time, it would be too cumbersome to carry them all-" A thump landed on the back of his head that knocked his gaze forward to the ground. Turning very slowly around he found the staff upon the ground, the Jedi had thrown her one weapon at him and was now disarmed. "I am really getting tired of you quickly. I don't like killing girls, but I might have to make an exception for you. What is your name, fly?" Walking hastily towards her he had plucked her from the ground by her throat and held her off the ground. "Lumena, you filth." She spat onto his visor. "Well, Lumena, go retrieve your weapon." He threw her onto her back only a couple feet from her pike. Pain thundered through her body as she clambered to her feet. "You are not getting past me, I will stop you." Lumena held her spear with a loose grip obviously being affected by the soreness of her injuries. "I admire you for your strong will, you would make a good warrior for the Dark Side." She threw her spear at him, the blade glanced off the heavy armor on his shoulder leaving a small cut. "Why do you keep throwing your spear?! Are you an idiot?!" She focused towards the item and squinted. "It will come back, just give it a minute."

"That is it, I am done. Just move out of my way." Using the Force he pushed her gently out of his path. "Come and fight me again one day when you are more than a little girl." He felt a pull at his being, something deep in his heart hit like a hammer. "Lumena... what a beautiful name." It was a familiar name, a common one on Coruscant though. With new fight in her heart the weak Jedi ran at the boy and cut a large scratch in the back of his armor. Turning he blocked the next slash with his sword only to find his pistol jabbed which sent it from his hand in two pieces. With a seriousness about her now the girl repeatedly jabbed his chest with near perfect precision opening a large cut in the armor showing the mail beneath it that had several damaged links exposed. Winded the boy fell onto his back and heaved. He had not expected her to jump him like that, it was that moment Ragen learned a valuable lesson; don't turn your back to the enemy unless you expect to die.

Lumena pried off his helmet and hauled the boy over to a chair before sitting his helmet on the table. Escorting the children out she came back with a water pitcher and two cups. Filling one she sat it by him. "You did not kill me?" Ragen looked at her questionably as he breathed belabored. "No, that is not the Jedi way, I did not see you harm anyone, thus I will not take your life. None the less I now have the chance to possibly turn you to the Light." Ragen laughed, "Ha! At this moment Grievous is bringing an army here to destroy the Jedi entirely. Even if I fail you are all still dead." Furrowing her eyebrows Lumena drank her water, "You are very terrible company I must say." She smiled happily and pointed to his cup, "Are you not thirsty? I can see you are tired." Ragen seized his cup and drained it, "Why do you ask? You are the one who stabbed me repeatedly." Narrowing his eyes he glared with a crimson gaze, "This was poison wasn't it?" Lumena laughed, "No, just water. I will admit it probably had some form of nectar in it for flavor though."

Ragen was caught between killing her or sitting here and enjoying to company, he had never had this feeling before. Actual companionship. Even at that though, as soon as he regained strength he would murder her, he needed to weaken the Temple from the inside so the forces in the street could get in more easily. In this shape though it was likely that taking on more than one Jedi at once would be his death, so he would buy time and plan a strategy sitting beside this annoying girl.

[Capsland]

The clones that had survived Grievous's onslaught continued to fire at the cyborg General causing the area around him to explode in a shower of durasteel and concrete as his blades blocked all incoming shots. Agen Kolar and Ki Adu Mundi signaled to the clones to stop what they were doing and call for reinforcements while they handled the General. The two Jedi Council members allowed the force to take over their actions and simultaneously propelled themselves forward to thrust their sabers into the maelstrom of blades spinning around Grievous. The clone troopers had backed nearly a hundred meters away from the fight and begun fortifying their position as they patched into the code for a local barracks. The leader of the clones a trooper known as Grey named for his signature grey white armor crouched down among the wreckage of what had once been a large trade building as they patched the communication device through the layers of encryptions. "Hello? Hello? Can anyone hear this? This is Commander Grey of 112th Company. Do you read me?" A muffled and garbled reply came through and as the Fixer the clone technician adjusted the satellite the voice came in clearly "-cognize the 112th." Grasping at the communication device tightly Commander Grey continued "This is Commander Grey of the 112th Company. I repeat do you read me?" This time the voice came through clearly. "This is Captain Fox of the 13th regiment. We read you clearly." Grey almost let a smile overtake his face before refocusing on the situation at hand. "We need you to send an LAAT with a squad of troopers to this location." Wasting no time Fixer streamed a series of codes and numbers across the line that would allow the barracks to identify their location but would be useless to any CIS forces. "We have your location. Sending reinforcements now." A flood of relief swept through Grey. Now all the Jedi would have to do was hold out long enough for reinforcements. A wave of unease came over Grey though as he watched the battle progress between the cyborg and the Jedi and unbidden an unwanted thought came into his mind "Could they hold out long enough?"

Emerging from the cloud of dust and rubble, Grievous ran to engage the two Jedi. Two lightsabers focused on both of them at once, blocking and counter attacking. Then, he saw an opening. The two Jedi had separated slightly, just enough to allow Grievous the upper hand. He swivelled and used his leg to kick Agen into a wall. The kick got Agen in the chest, at least causing some damage to Agen's ribs and possibly his mobility. Grievous paused for a moment and stared at Mundi.

"Tell me Jedi... Do you value the lives of the innocent?"
"If you do, then you'll probably want save them..."
With an evil laugh, Grievous reached for his blaster and shot at a nearby artillery shell, exploding all the other shells nearby and causing a building to collapse. People were screaming for help, as well as the nearby droids that had been caught in the explosion. Grievous laughed once more and de ignited his lightsabers, he used his four arms as extra legs and speedily ran away. Eventually he found an abandoned Republic speeder bike, he made his arms attach into two again and tried to work the speeder. He blasted off, heading toward the Chancellor's residence; while he was on his way, he contacted Vice-Admiral Aran.
"Vice-Admiral, send 3 fighter wings to scout out the senate building. Report back to me when you have located the Chancellor"

[Sulania]

Sabosen - The Defiance

Sabosen removed herself from the Admiral's bridge in haste, not wanting to give the Republic time to close the lines that hold her safe transportation to the Commodore's ship. First command, so he says. First independent assignment. She could handle the assignment of arriving there and assessing this commodore's willingness to follow orders, though whether or not she would be competent enough to handle his assignment was an entirely different story. She was taught to be a teacher, a scientist, and a leader in the manners of education. Thanks to her family's raising of her, she was in no way formerly trained for strategic command. Although Admiral Vale has taught her as much as he could, she doubt it would be enough for her to be considered a competent commander in a battle such as this. Still, orders are orders as the Admiral would put it. His orders matter more to her than any others in the CIS, which is why she considers him an Admiral instead of simply a Vice Admiral. He should be the one in command of the Droid Army, not that imbecilic Kaleesh. She never said it out loud, of course, too many implications on her part. But her admiration of the Admiral was apparent in this way, even if she treats him like she does others; coldly. In war like this, best not to get attached to anyone. And she was good at not forming feelings for anyone.

She arrived at the docking bay to see her transport waiting for her, a simple Ship Two. A starfighter of Geonosian make that was used during the First Battle of Sarapin, this specific one was to be the personal starship of former Dark Acolyte and General Sev'rance Tann. Another Chiss in service of the CIS, serving as a dark acolyte under Count Dooku. Of course, the history of the vessel mattered little to Sabosen. If it got her from point A to point B, then it would work for her no matter its past as a ship of a failed general. She walked towards it, and watched as its glass hatch opened up for to walk in and seat herself. She would fly the ship herself, which she had decent training in. Enough to get her to the Commodore's ship with not trouble. She started the ship up and proceeded to fly it out of the bay, making course to the Crimson Flame.

She decided to radio the Admiral before she arrived. "Admiral Vale, I have departed your ship and will arrive shortly at Commodore Za Kal's vessel. I will immediately make way to the bridge to see the Commodore and proceed with my assignment, I will report to you when I have finished." She then cut off the transmission. She knew what she needed to do, so she'd do it without any trouble. She was no fool, and she wasn't stupid enough to let her cold demeanor get in the way of simple logic. The Commodore, if capable, will remain in charge of the ship. If he falls from line, he will be removed to the brig. After she makes a lesson of him to the remaining crew, of course.

The Crimson Flame

She approached the ship steadily, waiting for a droid to come in requesting her to identify herself, which happened promptly. "Ship of Geonosian make, identify yourself." The droid chimed in over her transmissions.

"This is Sabosen, protege of Vice Admiral Aran Vale. I have been here under his personal request." She answered back to the droid.

The droid waited a few seconds before responding, processing it and verifying with its commanding officer. "You have permission to dock." It answered back to her.

Sabosen smiled and pulled up into the hangar, finding a nice area by a corridor that lead straight to the bridge. She removed herself from her ship and looked around for a moment, observing the various droids preparing fighters and such for launch. Obviously he intends on at least following orders now, or else the droids wouldn't be already preparing fighters. She straightened her braid and then proceeded down the corridor that would lead to the bridge. Passing several B-1s that were on their way to and fro, filling the halls with the sounds of marching droids. She rushed through their lines, not wanting to waste ample time.

She arrived at the bridge to see it in a typical bustle. Typical it was, as it was the bridge and they were preparing for one of the biggest battles of the war. Droids here and there, doing their various tasks. Various aliens here and there, doing their assigned tasks from tapping on terminals.

"What do they think they're doing?" She hears from the center of the bridge, coming from a Aqualish who sat nervously on his commanding seat. A nervous Neimoidian standing near him, obviously to be his assistant of sorts. "They can't honestly be thinking that this is a good idea, the fools!"

"Sir, orders are clear. We are to assist th-"

"I don't give a damn about what they say, I'm not going to sacrifice all on this ship for a petty man in government."

"But sir..."

"We're going to go along with what they say until we get a chance to pull back as to avoid damage on our ship. It goes against our orders, bu-"

Sabosen then approached the two, who obviously had not heard her arrive. Clearing her throat behind the Neimoidian, who let out a yelp of surprise before falling back to his own seat. Obviously not wanting to get involved in what happens next. The Aqualish Commodore sat in his own seat, terrified and quivering. "What was that you said about not following orders, Commodore?" She said in a sarcastic tone. She obviously heard what he said, but she wanted him to reiterate it directly to her.

"I... I said..." The Commodore could barely get a word out. "I said that we will follow Vice Admiral Vale's orders to the letter, ma'am." He lied, hoping that she would go easy on him for it.

Sabosen placed her hand on the filth's head and screamed "Don't lie to me!" She then proceeded to force the pathetic excuse for a commodore to relive some of his traumatic moments. Obviously as punishment, and to serve as a lesson to the rest of the crew that insubordination would not be tolerated. His screams filled the room, begs of her to stop were inaudible to his screams of terror. She let him go, before he completely broke. Enough for him to learn, but not enough to break his will. She turned towards the crew, her typical cold face appearing more angry. "Let this be a lesson to each of you that no one defies Vice Admiral Vale's orders." She then pushed the sullen Commodore from his seat and sat in it. She then summoned a few B-1s to escort him to the brig. Once he was removed, she addressed the crew. "Under Vice Admiral Vale's orders, I hereby am your new commander. Our course is set, insubordination will not be tolerated.

She then turned to the assistant, now her assistant. "Open channel to Vice Admiral Vale's capital ship."

"Right away, ma'am." He said, his voice cracking.

A hologram of Admiral Vale appeared before her, his uniform and face glistening in the holographic projection. "Admiral Vale, I have taken command of the ship given the Commodore's unwillingness to go through with his orders." She sad as she sat in her commanding chair. She attempted to hide her nervous face under a look of determination, but she knew the Admiral knew her well. He knew her face was that of uncertainty. She would, nonetheless, follow through with any of his orders. "We are prepared to assist."

[The Rebel Alliances]

Aran Vale-Vice Admiral of the CIS-Battle of Coruscant-Aboard the "Defiance"
It was not long before something had demanded that I focus my attention. I received a hail from the Crimson Flame, the flagship of the Commodore. Opening up the link I saw the red holo projection of my Chiss aide, which was odd seeing her as a small red representation considering her blue skin. She informed me that she had taken control of the ship, and that the former Commodore was unfit for command. I had expected as much. I sat in my own chair and addressed her with confidence. "I am as of right now giving you the field commission of a Commodore. As I have told you before, the support of your Providence Carrier is essential in maintaining our momentum for the first wave of our assault. You will have full command of that Flight of eleven ships, including the Crimson Flame. Use your forces, well, maintain the attack and press hard to keep the enemy off balance. Scans are reading no credible threats-" I was saying before a droid interrupted me with it's mechanical voice. "Vice Admiral, new readings show a enemy flotilla of nine ships circumventing the front and advancing on Sabosen's position. Readings are including five Venator Class Star Destroyers, three Victory Class I Star Destroyers and one Imperator Class Star Destroyer. The Imperator is the main flagship for the Republic fleet in this section of the battle, called the Reckoning. Sabosen's odds of success are 42% Vice Admiral."

I listened to the information and relayed it to her. "Did you hear that Sabosen? It is your seven Recusants, three Munificents and your flagship a Providence Class Carrier/Destroyer against that Republic force. Your new mission to to destroy the Republic ships that are threatening your position. Should they destroy your flight, then they open a path in our forces to divide our fleet in two. Your position is the vital center and cannot be lost. Due to the overall pressure along our front as well as the threat of Republic reinforcements, i will be unable to assist. However, I will remain in secure contact via our comm link. Vice Admiral Vale out, Commodore." I closed the link. I knew it was possible that she could very well be killed. However, this is a war, and she cannot remain safe aboard my bridge forever. I need to know if she can handle herself and be useful to me. Although, I wont let her come to harm if I can prevent it, as I will intervene in the battle should she be failing beyond recovery. However, I cannot let her know that, she needs to believe she is on her own, that there will be no bail out so I can see what she is capable of.

I have full confidence in her however, as she is a quick study and picks up on my teachings without trouble, she should be just fine. It was then that my eyes caught the sight of the Republic fleet starting to break through our initial assault. Several Munificents and Recusants went up in balls of flames as their positions were taken by Venator and Victory class ships. All as I expected to happen eventually, but still, if Sabosen holds her position well. Then we can still cause more damage before needing to fall back. It was then that I received another hail, this time by Grievious himself. The transmission ordered me to dispatch more forces to the planet and locate the Chancellors position.

A more difficult task, considering that the entire world was on full later, with the fleet as well. We no longer can use surprise to gain an advantage, however I bowed respectfully and assured the Supreme Commander it would be done. "I will see to it myself Supreme Commander." With a hint of distaste in my voice.

Turning to a command droid I issued the word. "Dispatch fully half of our droid forces to the requested coordinates. Have them report to and directly assist the Supreme commander on the ground and make locating the Chancellor the priority." Then of course that was followed by the Roger, Roger. Which I had grown used to. I sent so many droids down, because it is likely less than half will actually arrive. As most will be destroyed as they enter orbit by Republic fire.

Acceptable losses in the game of war.


Republic Ships breaking the Confederate Forward Lines

[Neros]

-snip

Abaddon was prepared to chat more with the Jedi Knight about the defense of the Temple itself when that sinister voice rang out. He knew it's biological origin instantly, however, before the being introduced himself. Durge, as he was named, had that crazy tone of voice only other Gen'Dai could detect - he was a member of their race that suffered from psychosis in his old age, like many others. Abaddon, however, felt no connection to the rogue bounty hunter, for Durge was nothing more than a ruthless killer while Abaddon was a Jedi Knight, one who could have been a master should he had not pursued the Gray path.

"Knight Voln," Abaddon said with the baritone, scratchy voice of his clan, "This Durge is a member my race - the Gen'Dai. Do not let his actions speak for my people, for I will deal with him. I know not only of the Gen'Dai themselves, but of their weaknesses. I can feel his presence, not through the Force, but through the contractions of his nerve cells, much the same way I can feel your heartbeat from here." He commented on, noted it's rapidity due to the stressful situation. Jedi Knight Abaddon drew his lightsaber, yet did not unleash it yet, simply to ready himself. "I will not only distract him, but I shall put him down if the threat he poses is too great."

He began to walk away from Erin and toward the direction of Durge, his gait sombering and his build gigantic. "Durge will know the name Godblessed in his final moments."

[Capsland]

Grievous pressed a button on his holoprojector to signal a vulture droid to fly low near him. He started crouching on the speeder and used his powerful legs to jump high up and land on an incoming vulture droid, flying towards the senate building. The speeder he was on crashed into a squad of clones.

As he looked down, he could see the droid artillery finally firing upon many flak turrets and shield generators. The vulture droid started speaking it's language to the other's, saying it had found some suspicious heat signatures near the Chancellor's meeting room. Grievous signalled a shuttle to hover outside the window of the Chancellor's in a short while.

The vulture droid flew past the window and Grievous jumped off, smashing the window as he rolled into the room. He got up and ignited his two lightsabers. What seemed like an instant, he was engaging two unexpected Jedi. First he overwhelmed one to his left by continually using aggressive techniques, finally the Jedi fell, with Grievous slicing at his legs. The other Jedi had shock on his face, his friend, though not completely dead, was on the floor moaning in agony. Grievous let out a slight laugh and grabbed the Jedi, that was on the floor, with his foot and threw him at the other Jedi standing there. The two fell to the ground and before you knew it, Grievous had already put two lightsabers into both of their backs. He looked at the remaining Jedi guards.
"You have something that belongs to me... Jedi" His eyes squinting again, as a show of determination.

[Great Franconia and Verana]

Jedi Temple
Could this day get any worse

The thought raced through Jedi Knight Arrana Tisar's mind, as she hurriedly gathered a small group of younglings, and sent them off to the Council Chambers. When the attack began, she had been meditating in her quarters, seeking a period of peace in a time of such chaos. Sadly, she had coem to no such place, and with the most recent explosion still ringing in her ears, it was unlikely she would find such a place soon. As the younglings disappeared into the Turbo Lift, Arrana unclipped her saber from her belt, and ignited its brilliant blue blade, Her saber was unique, with emitters on either side of the hilt, the Saber was longer than the normal jedi's but not so long as that of the fabled Sith, Darth Maul. She looked for a moment, realizing how much she had seen her blade in the past three years. How often the familiar hiss of ignition had rung out.

How many times to have killed

Another explosion broke her from her reverie, and she swiftly came to herself. The main force defending the temple would likely at the Front Gate, it was her duty to be there. She raced down the familiar halls of her beloved Temple, and made her way to the heat of battle. Her echolocation swiftly painted a picture of the scene for her, even before she was near to arriving.

She stopped in her tracks, as another herd of younglings raced by, shepherded by Rhaekar Birash, her close friend.

"Rhaekar," she muttered, shooing the younglings along,"How coudl this have been possible?"

"Im not sure Arrana, but I have heard reports of strikes throughout Coruscant, and our fleet is engaged above."

"Hurry," the Torgruta said, marching down the hall once more. "The Defence will need us.

The pair began their way to the entrance, their footsteps accompanied by the rapping of Master Birash's saber pike on the floor. The unusual weapon compensated for the Sullustan's short stature, and limited reach. In the hands of those untrained, it was likely to have been more a danger to the wielder. In the hands of Rhaeker Birash, it became a masterful art form, whom few could withstand.

The duo arrived in the main foyer of the Temple, just as the scratchy voice, calling itself Durge rang out.

"Erin," Arrana called, moving swiftly to his side, followed by Rhaekar. "How bad is the assault?"

Chancellor's meeting Room.

Shaak Ti had her saber ignited before Grievous had even touched the window. Her montrals and painted the scene for her the instant the shuttle had appeared. Yet even this perception could nto save the lives of her jedi compatriots, who now lay strewn across the floor of the Chancellors board room. Grievous blocked one way out, the now shattered window, while behind her, the door remained.

The Togrutan master held her blade in a defensive stance, the shimmering blue blade held across her body diagonally. She silently thanked the force that Master Koon had so fortuitously arrived, the presence of her old friend reassured her, and calmed her mind.

"He is no more yours than those blades on your belt," she said, meeting the monster's cocky gaze with her own steely visage.
She had met the general before, on Hypori. He had nearly killed her there, along with Masters Mundi and Secura. That day had left three other jedi dead, and the rest terribly injured. Today, he would not have such luck.

Closing her eyes, Ti immersed herself into the force, acting with its guidance, and executing it such as an extension of her will. With a powerful force shove, the Chancellor and Plo Koon were thrown through the door and the far end of the room, which barely had enough time to open. They might not have found the experience comfortable, but it was necessary. The chancellor had to be as far away from Grievous as possible.

"Get to the bunker," she broadcasted through the force to the other Master, already leading the Chancellor to his safe house. "the Clones and I will Handle Grievous"

"May the force be with you Master Ti"Koon replied

"And with you."

All had happened swiftly, few could have noticed, as the minute the door closed with the swoosh, Ti was moving, a blur of motion, with her blue saber a streak of energy behind her. Leaping to attack the General, her first strikes drove him onto his back foot. Their speed and precision were unmatched, as were their grace, and elegance. Yet, her advantage would not last long. Her unexpected attack might have caught others by surprise, but Grievous had been ready. He swiftly rallied, and landed a bone crushing blow, that Ti only just avoided, flipping gracefully away from the General.

Landing on her feet, Ti snarled, her wild togrutan heritage getting the better of her for a split second. On the far end of the room, she paced, eyeing the General. Like a lithe predator, she took his measure, and observed the environment. She had to give the other Jedi enough time to escape. During the small duel with the General, the Clones had stood emotionless, weaponry aimed at the Cyborg.

"Captain," she said, pointer her blade at the General," Take him!"

The clones opened fire, unleashing a barrage upon their foe. Using the precious distraction this had caused, Ti and the two most elite of her squad made a swift exit. AS the door closed, she understood that few of the platoon would survive. But the Chancellor needed her. Stopping for the smallest time to user her montrals, Ti found the direction the other Jedi had taken the Chancellor, and with her clones, followed them as fast as possible.

[Mifan]

Jedi Temple

Michael has no idea for how long he was running. The large halls of the Jedi Temple was empty as most were either fighting or hiding, but the fact that he hasn't been able to find any other Jedi was worrying. He sensed that they were alive, but their location itself was hard to find. The only other option Michael had was to head towards the main entrance of the Temple. While it sounded dumb, it was probably the one place where most of the other Jedi were, especially if the Temple came under attack.

He looked around when he heard a voice echo through the halls calling itself Durge. This sent a cold chill down his back. He had heard stories of Durge and how he was one of the most dangerous bounty hunters throughout the galaxy and of his abilities from the Battle of Muunilinst. If he was in the Temple, then the situation was worse than it actually was. Regardless, he was not about to let on bounty hunter come into the heart of the Jedi and destroy it. He was taught to be a protector and that was what he would do. He knew that other Jedi would fight in this battle and he would not sit back and allow them to fight on their own.

The sounds of battle was still heard throughout the large building. Michael couldn't tell whether it was the Droid Army fighting in the Temple, or if the sound of battle was coming outside. He continued to run towards the main entrance, in hope of finding others.

[The Warriors of the Sun]

A Bothan man holding a vibroblade stood before Artorias in the courtyard, the two men stood in the stone, center of the yard that was separated from the outer courtyard by a a foot of water stretching around the square floor. Everywhere else all sorts of exotic foliage surrounded the square the two stood upon. The Bothan who wore fairly expensive, but comfortable clothing stood before the human perfectly still and clam. However, Artorias was breathing heavily, sweat covering his upper body that was bare as he was only wearing pants. On the other side of the small barrier of water was a female Togruta wearing what could barely be called a dress sitting on a marble bench watching the two. At her feet was a seemingly docile Nexu who appeared to be sleeping.

Artorias was bent over trying to catch his breath when the Bothan began to slowly step towards the human. Artorias stood up and charged the Bothan. He swung his sword once, twice, three times, but the Bothan seemingly stepped out of the way of each swing with ease. When Artorias finished his final swing he found a blade resting on his shoulder near his throat. "You'll need to do a lot more then that if you are to be the stuff of legend," said the Bothan as he lowered his blade.

Artorias chuckled as he bent over once more to catch his breath. "I don't need to be a legend yet," responded Artorias. "I just need to at least survive into my forties." After he was done speaking Artorias stood up straight again and handed his sword over to the Bothan who had already sheathed his own blade. "So how bad was I?" asked Artorias.

"I could say I have seen worse, but I would be lying," said the Bothan who took the blade and sheathed it in the second scabbard he had. "Most who hire me already have a fair amount of skill which you do not possess. But you are not beyond hope, for the right price of course," finished the Bothan with a hearty chuckle.

Artorias heard footsteps and looked to his right to see a Twi'lek man wearing armor typical of that of a bounty hunter. Artorias turned his head back to the Bothan and said, "You'll get your money, but we will have to continue another time. Business calls, through those doors behind you there is a woman that should be wearing a white dress. She can provide you with whatever accommodations you need or desire. Whatever you need is yours as I do appreciate this." The Bothan turned and exited the courtyard as Artorias turned to face the Twi'lek who approached him. "Bosc Ven, how are you?" said Artorias warmly as he wiped the sweat off his forehead with his arm.

"Personally, I am doing fine, but the business I am here with isn't so," said the armored Twi'lek. He handed over a tablet and said, "Our friends found the child you were looking for, but unfortunately it seems she is in Black Sun territory. Any sort of attempt to retrieve this child would likely have consequences. Also, I still haven't found a smuggler that I trust enough to complete the uh, task you wanted." As the Twi'lek finished he gestured towards the attractive Togruta sitting nearby to specify what the mission he was talking about was.

Artorias sighed and said, "That's unfortunate, but no matter. Get me that child, no matter the cost. And keep your eyes out for a smuggler, it isn't a priority, but it will be convenient. Would like to have her safe before we make any larger pushes again."

[New Italian Republic]

The Attack on the droid base of Coruscant

Brutus was walking in front of his units given them a small speech before he led them on the assault. "And i do not want to see a single man take one step back or i will count that as defiance. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR" The Clones replied all at once "SIR YES SIR" Brutus continued " I do not want a single man to as flinch at the enemy if we are attacked. If you flinch that is a sign of weakness and the enemy will NOT hesitate to put you down. AGAIN DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR" The clones again replied "SIR YES SIR" Brutus continued "I am glad you understand what it will take to win. But do note that those robots were programmed to be merciless so SHOW THEM NO MERCY. Now Lets tear those tin cans to pieces HOORAH" The clones answered to the battle cry "HOORAH" Soon enough the battle began and blasters were firing left to right, over and under. The clones push was very effective on the CIS Base. hours had passed and Brutus and his team made it to the base adn infiltrated it. They were going to sabotage the ships so the CIS could not make a retreat and they could stomp out the entire CIS base. Brutus and his team made it to the corridors. one of his team members "renegade" was almost caught for trying to get back his knife. After the little accident they made it to the hangars and took out the guards. Brutus had 8 of him men set the bombs and set 6 men to defend the men setting the bombs. The rest (4 men) came with him to destroy the comms. He snuck up on one of the Officer droids using the comms to connect to the "diefiance" and pulled out his knife. He severed the head of the droid and the other droids were taking out by the rest of his men. he placed a grenade on the control panel and ran out of the room with his men. Soon enough Brutus and his men exited the base and watched as part of it became ashes. " our work here is done men we should probably see how the battle is going" "Yes sir"

[Sulania]

Sabosen - The Crimson Flame

Upon hearing the information as to what she'll be facing, Sabosen's face flashed with paleness that made her normally dark blue skin appear aqua. She would be facing ships who, in full force, would pose a threat that even a droid calculated to be 47% chance of survival. Those odds were certainly not in her comfort zone, and definitely weren't among the comfort zones of the various crew members aboard the bridge. Her Neimoidian aide going as far as to whisper to himself that they were all going to die. Of course, she had to make this push. If not for the Admiral's orders, than for her own survival as the ships are already advancing on her position and would begin attacking any moment. She'd have to think fast if she was even going to survive. She had to appear strong to the crew though, as morale can be a crippler for a ship's possibilities just like any other weapon. She stood from her chair and peered from the bridge's view to see the oncoming force that was tasked with destroying her. Five Venator, three Victory Class, and one Imperator Class. From here, the Imperator appeared like a great monster slowly making its way, the Crimson Flame in its crosshairs.

She'd have to repel the onslaught with seven Recusants, three Munificents, and her own flagship. She'd have to think fast to repel their forces, perhaps using one of Admiral Vale's own tactics to her own advantage. Though her ships compared to that Imperator, she wondered about it. Still though, strategy needed to take precedent to a ship. "Well then, men, time to prove that we are a strong and capable crew. We must hold the line against these brigands who seek to destroy our way of life, and we will do it! We will succeed against them! The fate of the CIS rests on our shoulders, each other's shoulders. We must not fail! We will not fail! We will send those ships plummeting into the atmosphere of the planet below in flames of glory! We will hold the line, we will succeed, we will be heroes of the Confederacy!" She said in a quick speech to address the demoralized crew. Wasn't the best speech in the galaxy, but she couldn't waste time on such frivolous things.

She then sat back down in her command chair as her aide, who was only slightly quivering in fear, came to her to ask what her first move should be. She pondered for a moment, thinking quickly as she needed to. "Hmm... move us, two Recusants, and two of our Munificents into the fray to combat. Position us near the closest Victory Class and the Imperator. All other ships are to combat moving in are to attack the Victory class after receiving damage, then when we begin to fired upon the them, the remaining ships move in to combat the Venators."

The aide was quivering exponentially again, obviously frightened at the plan that appeared to be suicide. "But ma'am, the odds of our ship surviving are significantly less if we do that. We'd be in clear range of the Imperator." He stated in response to her plan.

"As I'm aware, but just follow my orders." She responded to, keeping her face of false confidence up in hopes to keep the aide from running to the escape pods.

The aide simply nodded, still quivering and began giving the orders for the plan to go ahead. They moved into what surely appeared as suicide, moving in close to the Victory Class specifically. "Scramble fighter 4th, 6th, and 8th fighter/bomber wings into the fray and command other ships to follow the same route." Fighters began to be launched immediately from all engaging ships, both Republic and CIS. As their greatest concentration was near the Victory class, that was where most of the action was. Centered around them.

CIS ships took heavy damage, but not before firing ion cannons onto the Victory class, disabling much of their operations. Only to have the Imperator Class, pulling in close to the Crimson Flame, fired a barrage of ion cannons onto the capital ship. Disabling much of its operations. "Order droid security forces, contigents of B-1s and B-2s into the Hangar. We're going to have company soon." While the reinforcing CIS ships moved into attack the disabled Victory Class and keep the Venator's at bay, the Imperator Class destroyer began launching waves of LAATs in order to board the ship, likely in forms of sabotage or to take the ship just as Sabosen was hoping. It was a long shot, of course, but the ship would use this time to get sabotage forces onto the ship as shields and weapons would be up momentarily. Long enough for them to begin firing but not to destroy the ship if they simply began firing.

Sabosen stood up and prepared her lightsaber by removing it from its waist belt. Feeling the metallic hilt in her hand made her feel more invigorated. The good thing about this is that they don't expect a force-user on the ship, and thus will underestimate them. Once the job is supposedly done by the sabotage crews, the ships would then leave and return back to the Imperator and watch as the CIS capital ship went up in flames. That would be something she'd use against them. "Once systems are bock online, begin returning fire on the Republic ships and allow the transports to dock." She stated to her aide, before adding "Oh, and be sure to release some BX droids as well, but hold them off until I give the go ahead." She finally left the bridge, and headed straight for the hangar.

Once she arrived in the hangar, she saw the several contingent of battle droids to and fro in the hangar. Prepared for the Clones who will soon arrive to fight them. As the transports pulled into the hangar, landing quickly and violently taking out some droids, but not an excessive amount, she lit her lightsaber and ordered her the droids to hold fire until the Clones began to unboard. There were 9 LAATs that landed, each carrying 30 Clones, equating to 270 Clone forces in the hangar. Surrounded by countless droids and a lightsaber armed Jal Shey. She jumped onto the various crates, using the force to bolster her jumps and mobilizing the Sokan form, ordering her forces to fire upon the Clones. Whom began dropping quickly as the droids kept firing and taking minimal losses. She jumped into the fray as well, dispatching several Clones in quick swipes with her viridian blade before jumping into an overlaying support beam or behind crates.

Clone Trooper corpses littered the hangar upon finishing, blaster marks leaving dark holes in their armor and stains of burnt metal everywhere on their bodies. One could almost smell the burnt flesh emanating through the holes and filling the hangar with its stench. Sabosen gave the order to mobilize the BXs into the hangar, whom promptly did. Their emotionless head pieces barely even noticing the massacre around them. Sabosen ordered them into the cockpits of the LAATs, and began ordering mass contingents of battle droids into them as well. Since battle droids, especially the B-1s, were thin compared to clone troopers, she was able to stuff 35-40 in one of each of the landing transports. For one transport, however, she ordered only 20 into and then ordered some of the bridge crew to come down into the hangar and into the transport. Among them were her Neimoidian aide, who was trying to keep himself from shrieking with fear at everything.

With the BX droids in the cockpit of the LAATs and all the droids and major crew in them, many moments have passed. Enough to give the appearance that the ship has been sabotaged. Sabosen ordered the ships to begin taking off back to the Imperator, which was going to be an easy ride considering her own ship wouldn't fire on the transports because they were told not to and the Republic wouldn't fire on their own transports. They would be caught off guard by the boarding forces, become confused and the ship will get drawn into chaos. She left enough of the crew back on the Crimson Flame to continue running the ship around the same proficiency as before. As they left the hangar of the CIS capital ship, she continued to think further. Waiting until they arrived. She ordered the BXs to wear clone trooper helmets and mimic their voices in order to give a better guise. All that was left was waiting.

[Mifan]

Orbit above Naboo

Admiral Johnson sat aboard the bridge of his Venator-class Star Destroyer, one of the best ships the Republic had to offer, and he was glad to be in command of a fleet consisting of these ships. He didn't volunteer for this position, but was instead drafted by the Republic after the war began. Ever since then, he has been guarding Republic planets and fighting the CIS for theirs. He felt as if the war would never end, and with the amount of death and destruction he saw, it just proved his point. The clones didn't care, they just followed their orders and got it over with no hesitation or doubt. He knew they were programmed like this but regardless, it was kind of worrying when soldiers can't think for themselves. He have to admit, however, that the clone commanders were nice people to talk to. Commander Stone was the one in command of the 78th Sky Corps, which was placed under Johnson's command a few months ago. Ever since he was given the clones, he had grown to know the commander and his abilities much better.

Lately, he has been assigned to guard the Naboo System. Although there would most likely be little action, he was glad for the chance to be near a planet not affected by the horrors of war. He sat in his chair and remembered all the men he seen die. His ship was just repaired and was given a new crew to help control and operate it. He continued to sit until the clone in command of communications told the Admiral there was a message inbound. Johnson got up and walked to the communicator and saw that Commander Stone was already in there. "Admiral." "Commander" He turned to the clone who called him in, who was preparing the message. He looked closely and saw a clone, who appeared to be under fire. "Hello, can anybody hear this? Hello!?" "This is Admiral Johnson of the Republic Navy, what is your situation soldier?" "Hello!? This is CC-1474-34. Coruscant is under attack. I repeat Coruscant is under attack!" Then the image of the Clone was cut as an explosion was heard behind him. This was the one thing that Johnson thought wouldn't happen. Coruscant was a fortress, due to the fact that it was the capital of the Republic. Turning to the communications officer, "Send a message to the captains of all the ships in this fleet. Tell them to prepare their ships for immediate combat and to prepare to jump to hyperspace." "Yes sir"

Johnson and Stone left the room and waited at the elevator. "Commander, you know what to do. Prepare your men for battle. If the CIS landed troops on Coruscant, then I need your men ready to deploy and defend our capital. "Yes, sir." Within a few minutes, each Venator was ready and the order was given to set course for Coruscant. Before long, the fleet entered hyperspace and headed towards the Capital of the Republic.

Orbit over Coruscant

Johnson's fleet exited hyperspace and saw what was a major battle between the CIS and Republic. As usual he had to be quick on his feet and ordered his ships into formation. Four Venators were placed in front of Johnson's ship, with six to either side and the remaining ones with him in the rear. The goal was not to let his ships fight on their own and to allow for more firepower to be concentrated on one ship. The only downside of the formation was that his ships were clumped into one group, which meant much more damage can occur as it was now easier to get hit with the enemy's weapons. But he did have another advantage. Compared to the CIS, the Venators were a much powerful ship, capable of taking out the CIS ships with much more ease.

As the fleet approached the battle, the fighters were kept in their hangers until Vulture Droids were sent after them. Johnson wanted to try and flank the CIS fleet and hit them in the rear, giving him a surprise advantage over the enemy. Eight Munificent-class star frigates came into range of the fleet and were fired upon by the first four Venators. One was quickly eliminated before the rest began to return fire. The Venators on the flanks of Johnson's ship began to spread themselves out and support the four in front by unleashing their barrage of weapons on the CIS. Over the next few minutes, the battle would be a fight that the small group of Munificents couldn't win. As another Munificent was destroyed and three taken out of commission, the remaining ones were quickly dispatched by Johnson's fleet. He ordered his fleet to take up a position where I wouldn't be attacked by numerous CIS ships, but also capable of firing on the enemy. Their pilots began to load in their fighters as they waited for the orders to deploy, while the ships began to relocate and fire in unison at another frigate.

[Capsland]

Chancellor's meeting Room.

Shaak Ti had her saber ignited before Grievous had even touched the window. Her montrals and painted the scene for her the instant the shuttle had appeared. Yet even this perception could nto save the lives of her jedi compatriots, who now lay strewn across the floor of the Chancellors board room. Grievous blocked one way out, the now shattered window, while behind her, the door remained.

The Togrutan master held her blade in a defensive stance, the shimmering blue blade held across her body diagonally. She silently thanked the force that Master Koon had so fortuitously arrived, the presence of her old friend reassured her, and calmed her mind.

"He is no more yours than those blades on your belt," she said, meeting the monster's cocky gaze with her own steely visage.
She had met the general before, on Hypori. He had nearly killed her there, along with Masters Mundi and Secura. That day had left three other jedi dead, and the rest terribly injured. Today, he would not have such luck.

Closing her eyes, Ti immersed herself into the force, acting with its guidance, and executing it such as an extension of her will. With a powerful force shove, the Chancellor and Plo Koon were thrown through the door and the far end of the room, which barely had enough time to open. They might not have found the experience comfortable, but it was necessary. The chancellor had to be as far away from Grievous as possible.

"Get to the bunker," she broadcasted through the force to the other Master, already leading the Chancellor to his safe house. "the Clones and I will Handle Grievous"

"May the force be with you Master Ti"Koon replied

"And with you."

All had happened swiftly, few could have noticed, as the minute the door closed with the swoosh, Ti was moving, a blur of motion, with her blue saber a streak of energy behind her. Leaping to attack the General, her first strikes drove him onto his back foot. Their speed and precision were unmatched, as were their grace, and elegance. Yet, her advantage would not last long. Her unexpected attack might have caught others by surprise, but Grievous had been ready. He swiftly rallied, and landed a bone crushing blow, that Ti only just avoided, flipping gracefully away from the General.

Landing on her feet, Ti snarled, her wild togrutan heritage getting the better of her for a split second. On the far end of the room, she paced, eyeing the General. Like a lithe predator, she took his measure, and observed the environment. She had to give the other Jedi enough time to escape. During the small duel with the General, the Clones had stood emotionless, weaponry aimed at the Cyborg.

"Captain," she said, pointer her blade at the General," Take him!"

The clones opened fire, unleashing a barrage upon their foe. Using the precious distraction this had caused, Ti and the two most elite of her squad made a swift exit. AS the door closed, she understood that few of the platoon would survive. But the Chancellor needed her. Stopping for the smallest time to user her montrals, Ti found the direction the other Jedi had taken the Chancellor, and with her clones, followed them as fast as possible.

Grievous laughed and jump at the clones, dodging the blaster shots, some only by a mere inch. Spinning his four lightsabers, cutting and scoring their armour. He de ignited his lightsabers and walked out, the moans of the clone behind him, slowly dying. Grievous opened his holoprojector and contacted the droid general in charge of the assault on the Senate building.
"Commander, tell your troops to secure their positions and protect to artillery. Once they are in position, fire on the entrance and hangars of the building."
"But General, how will yo-"
"Do as I command!"
"Yes sir"
The droids would soon start shelling the senate building. The Jedi would have no choice but to try and fight their way through Grievous. He then contacted the shuttle that was set to hover outside the Chancellor's meeting room.
"Land my magna guards at the hangars, have them wait for any Republic troops and Jedi."
The magna guard simply nodded his head and the hologram went off.

Grievous picked up the pace, now running. Using his robotics to run faster than any human could possibly dream of. Then he saw them, running down the halls.
"Why so eager to retreat?... Jedi scum!"
He lifted his blaster from his belt and started shooting, hopefully making the Jedi stop and face him to deflect the shots.

[New Italian Republic]

The attack on the droid base of Coruscant- Epilogue

Brutus and his men made it back to the battle scene to watch as the retreating droids were decimated. Brutus came down to his men and said " Lets see if the CIS can recover from this HOORAH" The Battle cry inspired the rest to share the glory as they replied " HOORAH". After the battle, one of his officers approached him" Sir the men on Tyferra are suffering heavy casualties. And some of the officers over there are requesting reinforcements" Brutus looked at his men and said * I want the most of you to stay here and my team of 18 to follow me we are not gonna suffer what we made them suffer" The 18 men that had assisted him came up to him. Then Brutus looked back at his officer and said " Call Admiral Vale and tell him to get a transport down here" The officer replied" Are you sure there are rumors of General Grevious in the area sir" Brutus said " I AM, NOW GET MOVING" The officer ran back to their comms array to inform the Admiral of the offered reinforcements.

[Mifan]

The attack on the droid base of Coruscant- Epilogue

Brutus and his men made it back to the battle scene to watch as the retreating droids were decimated. Brutus came down to his men and said " Lets see if the CIS can recover from this HOORAH" The Battle cry inspired the rest to share the glory as they replied " HOORAH". After the battle, one of his officers approached him" Sir the men on Tyferra are suffering heavy casualties. And some of the officers over there are requesting reinforcements" Brutus looked at his men and said * I want the most of you to stay here and my team of 18 to follow me we are not gonna suffer what we made them suffer" The 18 men that had assisted him came up to him. Then Brutus looked back at his officer and said " Call Admiral Johnson and tell him to get a transport down here" The officer replied" Are you sure there are reports of General Grevious in the are sir" Brutus said " I AM, NOW GET MOVING" The officer ran back to their comms array to inform the Admiral of the offered reinforcements.

Orbit above Coruscant

"Admiral! We have contact with Commander Brutus! He's requesting that a transport is sent." "Get Commander Stone and tell him to pick up the men. Also, prepare the clones for launch, I want them ready to defend the capital." As the member left, Johnson looked outside of his bridge. Debris from destroyed ships littered the area. His ships were constantly firing on any CIS ship that was in range. He was used to the constant firing of the cannons that seemed to occur non-stop. Nether the less, it was his duty to defend the Republic and that was what he would do.

Hangers

Commander Stone was in the hanger with the rest of the 78th Sky Corps. His armor was clean, but he knew that wouldn't last long, because as soon as he entered the battlefield, his armor would be as dirty as any other battle. He was receiving as message due to the beep of his communicator. Answering it, he saw a hologram of Admiral Johnson. "Commander, we have received word that Commander Brutus and his men are requesting reinforcements on the surface. You will take 60 men and support them. "Sir, the droid fleet is still in operation, we wont be able to make it that far before being shot down. "That's why you are taking two LAATs. The droids will be too busy fighting our fleet to pay attention to you. Now get moving commander!" "Yes sir." The hologram disappeared and Stone began to load up the LAATs with clones. Once the two of them were filled, he got in and gave the pilot the location of Commander Brutus.

Soon the hanger doors opened and the blast shields on the LAATs closed on the doors as they exited the ships. As soon as the two transports left, the hanger doors closed behind the, to protect the interior of the ship. The red light turned on as the interior was dark, giving the clones enough light to see. The transport shook as the explosions of nearby ships occurred. The two transports weaved through the battle as they began their descant towards the planet. As they entered the atmosphere, the number of explosions for a moment, lessened as the fleets continued to fight above. The pilots were able to see what was occurring as the city was a battlefield with the Jedi and Clones fighting against the droids. "Sir, we are approaching the LZ. 30 seconds."

The roar of the engine was all that was heard as the LAATs approached the location of Brutus. In what seemed like minutes, the LAATs finally landed, and opened their doors, letting the clones exit the transports. As the men began to set up a perimeter around the LZ, he approached Brutus. "Commander Brutus, I'm Commander Stone of the 78th Sky Corps. What's the situation here?"

[New Italian Republic]

The attack on the droid base of Coruscant- Epilogue

Brutus and his men made it back to the battle scene to watch as the retreating droids were decimated. Brutus came down to his men and said " Lets see if the CIS can recover from this HOORAH" The Battle cry inspired the rest to share the glory as they replied " HOORAH". After the battle, one of his officers approached him" Sir the men on Tyferra are suffering heavy casualties. And some of the officers over there are requesting reinforcements" Brutus looked at his men and said * I want the most of you to stay here and my team of 18 to follow me we are not gonna suffer what we made them suffer" The 18 men that had assisted him came up to him. Then Brutus looked back at his officer and said " Call Admiral Johnson and tell him to get a transport down here" The officer replied" Are you sure there are reports of General Grevious in the are sir" Brutus said " I AM, NOW GET MOVING" The officer ran back to their comms array to inform the Admiral of the offered reinforcements.

Orbit above Coruscant

"Admiral! We have contact with Commander Brutus! He's requesting that a transport is sent." "Get Commander Stone and tell him to pick up the men. Also, prepare the clones for launch, I want them ready to defend the capital." As the member left, Johnson looked outside of his bridge. Debris from destroyed ships littered the area. His ships were constantly firing on any CIS ship that was in range. He was used to the constant firing of the cannons that seemed to occur non-stop. Nether the less, it was his duty to defend the Republic and that was what he would do.

Hangers

Commander Stone was in the hanger with the rest of the 78th Sky Corps. His armor was clean, but he knew that wouldn't last long, because as soon as he entered the battlefield, his armor would be as dirty as any other battle. He was receiving as message due to the beep of his communicator. Answering it, he saw a hologram of Admiral Johnson. "Commander, we have received word that Commander Brutus and his men are requesting reinforcements on the surface. You will take 60 men and support them. "Sir, the droid fleet is still in operation, we wont be able to make it that far before being shot down. "That's why you are taking two LAATs. The droids will be too busy fighting our fleet to pay attention to you. Now get moving commander!" "Yes sir." The hologram disappeared and Stone began to load up the LAATs with clones. Once the two of them were filled, he got in and gave the pilot the location of Commander Brutus.

Soon the hanger doors opened and the blast shields on the LAATs closed on the doors as they exited the ships. As soon as the two transports left, the hanger doors closed behind the, to protect the interior of the ship. The red light turned on as the interior was dark, giving the clones enough light to see. The transport shook as the explosions of nearby ships occurred. The two transports weaved through the battle as they began their descant towards the planet. As they entered the atmosphere, the number of explosions for a moment, lessened as the fleets continued to fight above. The pilots were able to see what was occurring as the city was a battlefield with the Jedi and Clones fighting against the droids. "Sir, we are approaching the LZ. 30 seconds."

The roar of the engine was all that was heard as the LAATs approached the location of Brutus. In what seemed like minutes, the LAATs finally landed, and opened their doors, letting the clones exit the transports. As the men began to set up a perimeter around the LZ, he approached Brutus. "Commander Brutus, I'm Commander Stone of the 78th Sky Corps. What's the situation here?"

Brutus replied " Thank you for coming well the droids do not know it but their base is past repairs and there is no way for them to communicate or escape" Brutus continued " I have a job for you. I want you to help me continue the assault i will explain everything after the battle is over. Until then i welcome your company" Brutus pointed out towards a field that was being lit up by Blaster fire " In a few minutes we will be moving out be ready Commander stone i am counting on you and your men to take out their last defense and do not worry me and my elites will be leading you in" Brutus walked up to Stone and patted in on the shoulder " Now get your men ready we have a battle to win because i know how we are going to do this. Two birds one stone".

[Great Franconia and Verana]

Senate Building
Grievous had long been following them when he appeared behind the two Jedi Masters, his every movement tracked by the hollow reverberation in Shaak Ti's Montrals. He had caught up to them faster than she had hoped, but now he faced 2 Jedi Masters.

And two of the best

She broadcasted to Plo, hoping to calm the pair with some humor.
The blaster bolts came flying down the hall, streaks of red energy. Yet, Ti deflected them, effortlessly batting them aside without even breaking a step. Grievous would eventually catch up, and unfortunately, Force Speed was not in the Chancellors wide array of skill.

We have to stop him here Plo

Agreed

On three?

The pair counted down together, minds linked through the great well of the Force

1...2...3

As practiced as a twi'lek dance routine, the two jedi span around, robes twirling about them, hands outstretched. In their eyes, the fire of the force burned brightly, as the two Masters channeled all their power, their feelings of duty, and friendship with each other, into one, massive, force shove. Like an out of control Coruscanti mag-lev train, a wall of energy ripped forward. The power of two Council Members, nearly none could match, as wall panels were peeled of their frames, and floorboards ripped through the air, in a hurricane of debris and shrapnel. The shove continued, power, and remnants of building, flew towards the Cyborg. And even as it did, the Jedi kept pushing, throwing their might into an all out assault. The interior supports of the roof groaned under the stress, and with the sound of a thousand voices, snapped, sending the upper level tumbling down into the lower. Like dominoes, the sections of roof fell, blocking the path of the General.

As the last chunk fell before them, the Jedi ceased their barrage, a small chip of alloy falling just inches from Shaak Ti.

"That might not hold him forever, but its gonna block him."
Plo observed, stroking his breathing mast in exasperation. The effort of such power had been hard for the Jedi, but they would swiftly recover.
"We should get to the Hanger."

No," Ti replied, shaking her head. "The Hanger is where the expect us to go, where they want us to go."

"What is your plan, Master Jedi," the Chancellor's silky voice inquired, huffing slightly from the excitment about him.

"The tunnels, basements, anything under ground. There should be a network right to the Bunker, or at least, closer than this. Master Windu and I had been investigating there before the battle broke out."

With the agreement of Master Plo, the trio continued on, and descended into the secret, and unknown world of the Coruscanti tunnels, hopefully leaving the enemy far behind.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Aran Vale-Vice Admiral of the CIS-Battle of Coruscant-Aboard the "Defiance"
The life of a Vice Admiral can be quite predictable. I continued receiving various combat reports, cycling through them and deciding which ones deserved attention and which did not. Among the first ones that I was struck with was a report from the surface of Coruscant itself. There was not much too it but it seems as if a CIS fire base on the surface was destroyed by Clone forces. Apart from that, information was lacking on the details of the attack. However my personnel T-Series Tactical Droid offered it's own input. In a rather arrogant automated voice, the droid actually advised a course of action on the matter that I agreed on. "Vice Admiral, the struggle on the ground is irrelevant. The objective is Chancellor Palpatine, I suggest ignoring that report and focusing on more pressing issues." The droid piped off, and I voiced that I had reached the same conclusion. After all, we all knew that the overall battle on the ground was a forgone conclusion. And we are not here to seize this world. I paced the command deck in a nervous manner before TND-07, my assistant Tactical Droid again took notice.

"Vice Admiral, your behavioral patterns indicate you are under stress. What is bothering you? I need you focused if I am to prove my tactical superiority to yourself Vice Admiral." I gave a silent laugh at the comment. The droid had a boxy appearance and a forest green hue for it's markings. It is a droid I acquired not long after the Battle of Christophis. And we often spar on tactics and strategy, each of us fighting to prove that we are the superior commander. I am often the winner of these bouts, but the droid is very competent and has on many occasions commanded sections of my force that living officers were to cowardly to do. Apart from the typical arrogance of his model, he also seems to have a understanding of subtle humor. I looked up and stared across the bridge, addressing TND-07. "Do not worry, I wont be replacing you anytime soon, you are still quite valuable to me in my operations TND-07. Besides, with you gone, hwo else will be around to challenge my genius?" The droid scoffed.

"Genius? That is a strong word to be using. You call your famous 'Vale Fakeout' Genius? My own programming has indicated a possible 27 possibilities of countering such a maneuver. That is just in .7 nanoseconds." I gave a mental sigh. I do enjoy the banter between us. "Aye 07, but that tactic is being used against Republic meatbags, not machines designed for command." I remarked, using the ancient droid insult for biological beings. I then changed the subject to a more serious topic. "What is the status of Sabosen's Flight? How is she faring against the enemy she is facing?" TND-07 would never say it, but he actually feels threatened by the presence of Sabosen, he is not used to competition. And fears that if Sabosen proves herself valuable, I would ship 07 off to some backwater world or have him memory wiped and scrapped.

But the truth is that I cannot spare neither of them. They are both among my most capable subordinates. One learns quickly and adapts, soaking up information like no one I have seen before. The other, is literally programmed to rival the best military minds. And while not always successful as a model, my unit has proven quite adept. But, I am not being entirely fair. There are competent living officers in my fleet of whom I know. Such as Qor Sar, a Querren from the former Dac spatial forces. Binda Careen, a female Rodian who despite being young and rather aggressive, has also proven unpredictable and effective. As well as Fal Zora a Aqualish of many years and experience. But far too many of my officer corps are little more than politicians and aristocrats who have literally perchased their rank, and require large amounts of micro management.

"Might I point out you have placed our formation at great risk allowing her command? She is untested and the odds are against her survival. And if she loses that vital position then it damages our fleet integrity." He was right, but in my own mind, I had an instinct she would succeed, and I needed to see what she could do. This droid is certainly capable, but it's mind is a difference engine. It does not take risks, and judges the best course of action based off the probability of success. The problem with that is that the best commanders know the difference between a risk and a gamble, and see the fine line between them. The best operate on that line. However, as a droid takes the safest course of action which is most likely to yield the best results. So, they can be effective, but sometimes that difference engine fails them, and when they find themselves in a bad position, where no action has a high rate of success, they literally think themselves to death trying to search for a safe route which does not exist.

"Just give me a report." I ordered, now done with the banter for now. "Very well, reports show that she has lost a Recusant and a Munificent. She is engaging at danger close ranges and has tied down several Venator Class ships. Her chances of survival have dropped to 26% Vice Admiral." He informed me before going on to explain what he would have done. "The best odds for success would be to disable the Imperator as soon as possible, using Munificents I could have isolated the ship and created holes to be exploited in their formation." I thought about it as he rattled away. It was very curious, why get so close to a warship of that scale? A boarding tactic perhaps? "TND-07, has any boarding craft exited form the Crimson Flame?" I asked, trying to discover what exactly Sabosen was doing. "Negative, the Republic has dispatched several LAAT craft which boarded safely and appears to be on a return trip back to the Imperator. The logical conclusion is that the Republic was successful in disabling the Crimson Flame, and are preparing to destroy it, without the Providence Class ship the rest of that Flight will be wiped out. It appears your protoge has failed Vice Admiral."

It only took seconds from that information to piece the dots together. And I could not wait to see the reaction from TND-07. Sabosen was clever. She was using the Republic's own transports against them, and seeking to capture the ship for herself. Turning that ship on it's allies would seal the victory for her. I had to admit, it is very risky, as the ship is huge and carries a crew in the literal tens of thousands. Including almost ten thousand infantrymen. I honestly have no idea how she plans to capture the ship, and the odds are against her, but I am sure she will pull through, and with the added firepower to her fleet, we will be able to keep our hold in the center far longer than if she simply destroyed it.

It was a gamble that neither myself or 07 would take.

It was then that we received reports of new Republic signatures entering the system behind us. A small flotilla of Venator class destroyers. They are not a large threat, but they should be dealt with. I then turned to TND-07 and asked for his recommendation. "TND-07, immediate request for suggested course of action." I issued, and the droid eagerly responded, to prove his own worth alongside Sabosen. "My pleasure Vice Admiral. Redirect the rear Lucrehulk Battleship and it's supporting Flight of Rucusants and Munificents. Have them seal that breach and use the superior firepower and range of the Lucrehulk to keep the Venators at bay until we can reroute additional forces to destroy them." I then nodded in compliance. "The course is sound. Send the order 07, cannot allow Republic reinforcements to endanger our position." I responded as this battle over Coruscant seemed to grow more out of hand.

[Saint Kitten]

Gladitour, under command of Asterope Norisa, Battle of Coruscant

Asterope returned from the Telecommunications rooms, thinking not of the meeting itself; not of the final decision to spilt up after we reach the capital nor of the possibility of losing his fellow captains, many of which he had grown rather close to, but he thought of the Battle. Strategy, statistics, defensive maneuvers, offensive maneuvers, possible orders or missions to defend the senate or Jedi Council and wave after wave of the endless possibilities that could ensue during the battle. He worried about exiting hyperspace into the thick of battle, the possibility of exiting, or not even getting to chance to exit hyperspace before hitting a CIS ship.

The elevator came to a slow even stop and Asterope took a breath and collected himself before the doors parted. He walked swiftly into the command centre his co-captain, Megrez Cloudlast, was already at his side.

"Excellent timing as always captain. We will be exiting hyperspace in a few seconds" he added hurriedly, "all systems are ready; shields, guns, star-fighters, and the rest. Any further commands captain?"

Too late, the ship went from hyperspace to a dead halt in approximately .03 microseconds and the almost calming scene of the thousands of nameless stars passing by erupted into chaos. Explosions, ships breaking apart and being sucked into the unforgiving atmosphere of the city planet. A lone star-fighters swerve to avoid the massive Acclamator class ship that appeared out of nowhere. All of this in the eerie silence of space, this dark void that will literally suck the life out of any ship that so much as has one small crack in the glass or a break in the hull. If it weren't for the shields a battle could be over in minutes, and the war in days but shields, as much of a god-send as they are, prolong even the smallest of skirmishes.

The Gladitour was fortunate enough not to hit anything but it unfortunately landed between two CIS warships. 'Typical' thought Norsia and quickly barked, "Open fire on those CIS Ships! I want more power to the shields on each flank, give the go to launch all star-fighters but keep them close, we can expect resistance from those ships and any star fighters in the immediate area." Cloudlast scurried off to some corner of the main desk and Norisa to the central data screen, giving the statistics of the ship and of the hundreds of star-fighters the ship is in command of.


Not a scene involving the Gladitour

The CIS ships were taken completely by surprise but managed to divert power to their shields and began unleashing their firepower on the lone Republic ships. The droids inside ran about accessing the situation and ordered the handful of offline ships in the hangar to attack the Republic star-fighters. The already damaged ships were quickly losing their shields and it wasn't long before the order was given to ram the Acclamator The ship on the Gladitour's right began descending on the ship and made contact with the tip of the ships, causing a massive explosion that immediately disabled the CIS ship as it's main deck was immediately destroyed. The other took the opportunity to flee and left the Gladitour to it's destruction.

Aboard the Gladitour, main deck

The entire ship shook with a force that made half of the crew to fall to their knees, the once blue screen blinked red and the entire ship was send on lockdown. The blaring sirens filled every corridor in the ship that was left untouched by the explosion.
"CLOUDLAST!" roared Norsia, "WHAT the hell just happened? I want a status report! Get the escape pods ready! I want every damned ship filled to the brim and sent off this god-forsaken cruiser!"

Cloudlast popped up behind a data screen, his hat skewed to his extreme right, and glasses threatening to fall of his nose. "B-but captain, the ship can hold! Well, assuming we can get out of here without taking any more extreme damage like that."

Norsia regained his composure and tried to make sense of the flashing red lights and bolded letters on his data-pad. "We are not leaving the battle, plot a corse to the planet's surface and launch the rest of the star-fighters and tell them to scatter. Ready the escape pods and somebody get me the goddamned captain of a neighboring ship!"

The main deck bustled with activity once again, officers ran to and fro to handle the situation as best the could.
"The front end of the ship was hit, completely destroying the CIS ship captain," reported an officer, "the shields are barely holding and we cannot take anymore damage like that again. In fact, we can't hardly take any damage at all! The hangars are emptying as we speak and full evacuation can be completed in about 10 minutes, the same amount of time it will take us to reach the exosphere of Coruscant. Any further orders captain?"

Norsia looked up and dismissed him with a wave of his hand. The officer rushed over to an empty screen and began pounding away at the controls. As the ship neared the planet he ordered to launch all full escape pods, the evacuation recording began to blare over the intercom:
"Evacuate the ship, this is not a drill, locate the nearest escape pods. Evacuate the ship..."
"Everyone out! Cloudlast, plot a new course, to the nearest CIS ship to give them a taste of their own medicine then get off this ship!"

Cloudlast nodded grimly, set a course, and joined the officers as they fled the main deck. Norsia looked out the windows onto the battle scene. "ten minutes, a full ten minutes.." He muttered to himself. He stayed on deck even after the echoing footsteps faded and he was left in silence. He took note of the thousands of people dying and not a thing was to be heard. This was war, and Norsia loved every second of it. He turned to the exit and left the room, the Gladitour, to its final moment of fame before its destruction. He entered a full escape pod, the door sliding shut behind him and it ejected. He gazed at the ship he was entrusted to protect and serve just as he protected and served the Republic and in a flash it was destroyed in a fiery explosion that was sure to destroy the unsuspecting CIS ship. He sighed closed his eyes, feeling the city planet’s atmosphere pull in the small vessel and leading the men onboard off to another adventure…

[Eridanus 3]

Five Men Down
Approximately one hour after contact above Coruscant.

Admiral Corinthi
RAS Avenger
Alderaan

Turn right, snap. Fifteen steps forward, halt. Observe the men around you. Humans. Clones. The occasional Duros. All of them are your soldiers. You know the situation. You know the score. Now... "Sound off!"

"Communications, online and active."

"This is invincible. Cargo stored and we are aweigh."

"Gaurdian here. Our big guns are at your disposal sir."

"Vector reporting in."

"Sarlacc is ready to grab a metal dinner."

"Gundark is wanting seconds."

"Nexu here. Both of you better save me some desert."

"Patrol squadron standing by with traffic."

"Escort group awaiting command."

"This is your Admiral speaking. Prepare all hands for a hot jump. Feet first men."

"Into hell sir"

"All groups sound off when ready for jump."

"Station Aura ready."

"Station Besh is awaiting command."

"Station Cresh reporting sir!"

"Station Desh is here!"

"All stations reported. We are clear for jump."

"Off we go." The fleet proceeded to preform a synchronized turn to the Avenger's starboard side. As the ships flared their drive cores, the Admiral couldn't help but worry about what the fleet would run into on the other side. The initial reports had been quite bleak, but it was always good to have perfect intelligence. Something that Republic intelligence had been lax in giving them. It was their job to do what they could however, and the fleet prepared for what they would soon face.

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One man up
Approximately two hours after contact above Coruscant.

Admiral Corinthi
RAS Avenger
Coruscant

"This is Nexu, one of our CR90s just got hit hard by contacts front. Sir, we are outnumbered and out gunned. My best projected outcome is fifty percent casualties. Recommend retreating beyond the enemy fleets scanner range." The Nexu's commander, Commodore Perisath'nurudo, was generally a chipper old mate. He also didn't have a habit of announcing our win expectancy to the entire crew. "Negative Commodore." I replied "We will smack those Separatist bastards hard in the left flank. I want full forward shielding and firepower, all reactors on ships cruiser weight and above will no longer power our engines till I give the order. Patrol squadron, report your findings." They called in immediately. "Sir, we have identified one of the commander's ships. It seems the lead command ship is known to be under the command of an "Aran Vale" or something." They paused, and I could see on my scanners they were having quite a hard enough time out there, even at maximum full-penetration scan range. "Roger. We have two fives on your last transmission. Make the Avenger." I switched to a fleet-wide transmission. "All commanders, listen up. Our target is the fleet of Admiral Aran Vale. I'm not too familiar with this guy, but record has it he is one of the Seps best rising commanders. So here is the job. Naval groups, launch all squadrons at the enemy, target every weakness. Currently, our scans have revealed a target of supreme opportunity. A group reporting in the sector in front of you now is getting pressed hard. Invincible and Guardian, I will come in with you. Together, we will hit the 'Crimson Flame', a Providence Class Carrier providing vital command and control support to hostiles in the area. Questions?" A silence fell over my men. "Be alert. Stay ready. Begin the attack." I cut the communications channel and reached the bridge. "All crew, full forward thrust, engage all targets of opportunity. Concentrate fire on the Crimson Flame. I walked back to the communications console. I then transmitted a wide burst of flash traffic to all ships in the vicinity. "This is Admiral Corinthi reporting. I am currently engaging targets ahead of my 13th Mobile Battle Group. Any other orbital forces please respond, so I can know who I am speaking with."

[Bearon]

-snip

Abaddon was prepared to chat more with the Jedi Knight about the defense of the Temple itself when that sinister voice rang out. He knew it's biological origin instantly, however, before the being introduced himself. Durge, as he was named, had that crazy tone of voice only other Gen'Dai could detect - he was a member of their race that suffered from psychosis in his old age, like many others. Abaddon, however, felt no connection to the rogue bounty hunter, for Durge was nothing more than a ruthless killer while Abaddon was a Jedi Knight, one who could have been a master should he had not pursued the Gray path.

"Knight Voln," Abaddon said with the baritone, scratchy voice of his clan, "This Durge is a member my race - the Gen'Dai. Do not let his actions speak for my people, for I will deal with him. I know not only of the Gen'Dai themselves, but of their weaknesses. I can feel his presence, not through the Force, but through the contractions of his nerve cells, much the same way I can feel your heartbeat from here." He commented on, noted it's rapidity due to the stressful situation. Jedi Knight Abaddon drew his lightsaber, yet did not unleash it yet, simply to ready himself. "I will not only distract him, but I shall put him down if the threat he poses is too great."

He began to walk away from Erin and toward the direction of Durge, his gait sombering and his build gigantic. "Durge will know the name Godblessed in his final moments."

Jedi Temple
Could this day get any worse

The thought raced through Jedi Knight Arrana Tisar's mind, as she hurriedly gathered a small group of younglings, and sent them off to the Council Chambers. When the attack began, she had been meditating in her quarters, seeking a period of peace in a time of such chaos. Sadly, she had coem to no such place, and with the most recent explosion still ringing in her ears, it was unlikely she would find such a place soon. As the younglings disappeared into the Turbo Lift, Arrana unclipped her saber from her belt, and ignited its brilliant blue blade, Her saber was unique, with emitters on either side of the hilt, the Saber was longer than the normal jedi's but not so long as that of the fabled Sith, Darth Maul. She looked for a moment, realizing how much she had seen her blade in the past three years. How often the familiar hiss of ignition had rung out.

How many times to have killed

Another explosion broke her from her reverie, and she swiftly came to herself. The main force defending the temple would likely at the Front Gate, it was her duty to be there. She raced down the familiar halls of her beloved Temple, and made her way to the heat of battle. Her echolocation swiftly painted a picture of the scene for her, even before she was near to arriving.

She stopped in her tracks, as another herd of younglings raced by, shepherded by Rhaekar Birash, her close friend.

"Rhaekar," she muttered, shooing the younglings along,"How coudl this have been possible?"

"Im not sure Arrana, but I have heard reports of strikes throughout Coruscant, and our fleet is engaged above."

"Hurry," the Torgruta said, marching down the hall once more. "The Defence will need us.

The pair began their way to the entrance, their footsteps accompanied by the rapping of Master Birash's saber pike on the floor. The unusual weapon compensated for the Sullustan's short stature, and limited reach. In the hands of those untrained, it was likely to have been more a danger to the wielder. In the hands of Rhaeker Birash, it became a masterful art form, whom few could withstand.

The duo arrived in the main foyer of the Temple, just as the scratchy voice, calling itself Durge rang out.

"Erin," Arrana called, moving swiftly to his side, followed by Rhaekar. "How bad is the assault?"

Chancellor's meeting Room.

Shaak Ti had her saber ignited before Grievous had even touched the window. Her montrals and painted the scene for her the instant the shuttle had appeared. Yet even this perception could nto save the lives of her jedi compatriots, who now lay strewn across the floor of the Chancellors board room. Grievous blocked one way out, the now shattered window, while behind her, the door remained.

The Togrutan master held her blade in a defensive stance, the shimmering blue blade held across her body diagonally. She silently thanked the force that Master Koon had so fortuitously arrived, the presence of her old friend reassured her, and calmed her mind.

"He is no more yours than those blades on your belt," she said, meeting the monster's cocky gaze with her own steely visage.
She had met the general before, on Hypori. He had nearly killed her there, along with Masters Mundi and Secura. That day had left three other jedi dead, and the rest terribly injured. Today, he would not have such luck.

Closing her eyes, Ti immersed herself into the force, acting with its guidance, and executing it such as an extension of her will. With a powerful force shove, the Chancellor and Plo Koon were thrown through the door and the far end of the room, which barely had enough time to open. They might not have found the experience comfortable, but it was necessary. The chancellor had to be as far away from Grievous as possible.

"Get to the bunker," she broadcasted through the force to the other Master, already leading the Chancellor to his safe house. "the Clones and I will Handle Grievous"

"May the force be with you Master Ti"Koon replied

"And with you."

All had happened swiftly, few could have noticed, as the minute the door closed with the swoosh, Ti was moving, a blur of motion, with her blue saber a streak of energy behind her. Leaping to attack the General, her first strikes drove him onto his back foot. Their speed and precision were unmatched, as were their grace, and elegance. Yet, her advantage would not last long. Her unexpected attack might have caught others by surprise, but Grievous had been ready. He swiftly rallied, and landed a bone crushing blow, that Ti only just avoided, flipping gracefully away from the General.

Landing on her feet, Ti snarled, her wild togrutan heritage getting the better of her for a split second. On the far end of the room, she paced, eyeing the General. Like a lithe predator, she took his measure, and observed the environment. She had to give the other Jedi enough time to escape. During the small duel with the General, the Clones had stood emotionless, weaponry aimed at the Cyborg.

"Captain," she said, pointer her blade at the General," Take him!"

The clones opened fire, unleashing a barrage upon their foe. Using the precious distraction this had caused, Ti and the two most elite of her squad made a swift exit. AS the door closed, she understood that few of the platoon would survive. But the Chancellor needed her. Stopping for the smallest time to user her montrals, Ti found the direction the other Jedi had taken the Chancellor, and with her clones, followed them as fast as possible.

Jedi Temple

Michael has no idea for how long he was running. The large halls of the Jedi Temple was empty as most were either fighting or hiding, but the fact that he hasn't been able to find any other Jedi was worrying. He sensed that they were alive, but their location itself was hard to find. The only other option Michael had was to head towards the main entrance of the Temple. While it sounded dumb, it was probably the one place where most of the other Jedi were, especially if the Temple came under attack.

He looked around when he heard a voice echo through the halls calling itself Durge. This sent a cold chill down his back. He had heard stories of Durge and how he was one of the most dangerous bounty hunters throughout the galaxy and of his abilities from the Battle of Muunilinst. If he was in the Temple, then the situation was worse than it actually was. Regardless, he was not about to let on bounty hunter come into the heart of the Jedi and destroy it. He was taught to be a protector and that was what he would do. He knew that other Jedi would fight in this battle and he would not sit back and allow them to fight on their own.

The sounds of battle was still heard throughout the large building. Michael couldn't tell whether it was the Droid Army fighting in the Temple, or if the sound of battle was coming outside. He continued to run towards the main entrance, in hope of finding others.

Erin paused for a moment as a surge of respect for the enormous Jedi Master flowed through him. Erin clamped down on this as he reminded himself of the Gen' Dai master's lack of adherence to the code and instead nodded stiffly. As the Jedi Master turned and began to make his way down the halls to meet the bounty hunter Voln allowed his mask to drop for a moment "Abaddon." The Jedi turned slightly "Good luck master." Erin said using the honorific and bowing in a show of respect. The Gen' Dai paused for a moment as if to say something before turning back to the hallway and continuing his lumbering gait towards the Temple entrance. Erin stood shoulders hunches as he watched Abaddon make his way down the hallway simply thinking to himself "Forgive me master for I have failed you again." He was roused from his reverie by a familiar voice "Erin! How bad is the assault?" Turning his head he looked at Arrana one of the many old friends from his Padawan days that he had abandoned on ascension to knighthood. Another Jedi he did not recognize moved by her side as they looked to him for answers he did not have. "Durge along with a droid army has arrived to assault the temple. Master Abaddon has gone to face him." Erin said tonelessly. As he finished yet another Jedi arrived in the area looking out of breath.

[Treko]

Dieau Fehel-Bounty Hunter-Aboard the "Defiance"

While the battle raged on outside the Defiance an entirely different thing was happening inside. Dieau was fast asleep, but his dreams themselves were a horror to behold. Troubles from Spirit didn't just happen in his mind with the whispers and the terrible conversations. He was plagued with nigh terrors brought on by Spirit, a way of making Dieau pay for his sins. These terrors only begun a few months after Dieau had eliminated the Jedi and he had no clue why. Though, as months passed the Jedi spirit began to present itself to him. As of recent did the Spirit truly try to make contact with him and change his ways. Stubbornness was a trait of Dieau so it was quite hard to listen to the Spirit. As Dieau tossed and turned in his bed the night terrors had already begun. It wasn't anything dealing with fear, but it was a gruesome re-show of his mission to kill the female Jedi and the twist, at first, was manageable.

There was darkness, but Dieau could hear himself breathing in the vast void and he could feel himself weightless. As he floated there in the void a hole of white busted through and it was followed by another then another, until it was nearly white all around. For the first time it seemed peaceful until he ha to take peek at what lie beneath him. It was him, only his armor was scorched and a large slash had cut through in his "T" helmet. A single black eye peered back up at him through the slash, stale dried blood was caked under the eye. It was at this moment that Dieau couldn't catch his breath and the thing that was him below reached up. The weightlessness was replaced by gravity and he fell from the light and plunged towards the creature. He struggled to maneuver out of the way, but the attempt was futile and he soon felt the hands of the creature upon him.

Dieau didn't have the heart to face what held onto him. While he avoided to look at the creature he could feel the hands grasp his neck and head, slowly the hands forced his head to turn. The thing that was him continued to peer at him through the slash in the helmet. As the creature held onto him he saw the white around him disappear and change into a high level apartment building. He was at the location of the Jedi's death. Dieau looked around and saw himself in the mirror, but it wasn't him. He was the Jedi he had killed and he knew what was about to happen to him.

With a quick and sudden jerk the creature had lifted Dieau into the air before slamming him into the ground. The grip the creature had on his neck and head tightened and then there was a quick loud crack before he felt his body go limp. Clicking of boots could be heard walking off to some room in the apartment before coming right back. Dieau could feel himself choking on his own spit and blood before he felt the creature grab his foot, the balcony came next. As he was dragged across the floor a small breeze hit his face, but with his necked snapped he couldn't look at the direction in which it came. Though, he didn't have to wait long as he was lifted upwards then dropped over the balcony. The last thing he saw was the creature, himself, staring right back at him.

Dieau quickly shot out of bed and grabbed his head in terror. He had many night terrors before, but this one seemed to be the worst one of them all. It was like hell had its fun with him then spat him out just to make him feel like crap. Though, he didn't want to admit it he felt himself on the verge of tears. It was something about this night terror that had gripped onto him longer than the others. As he sat on the edge of the bed he felt rather uneasy and weird on his face. Without hesitation he arose from the bed and walked into the restroom before looking at the mirror. Horror gripped Dieau as he saw himself. His eyes had changed into a abyssal black color and a bruise was now on his neck. A perfect hand mark remained. Dieau was shocked and backed up into the restroom wall before slowly sliding down. His knees came up to his chest and his head sunk low.

Ausdi Caheel(Darth Revage)-Sith Assassin-Planet Belkadan

The forest was close together and the air was thick, but Ausdi easily managed himself as he walked to the palace. Usually people would have been scared to walk through a forest that was infested with Redcrested cougars though a Sith Assassin was easily capable of dealing with them. Though, being on time to his destination was more important than sightseeing his planet. He had been informed by his dark council that he had very important business to deal with. A slight laugh came from Ausdi as he finally walked out of the forest and onto the paved walkway. You could hardly call matters of propaganda very important to him, but either way he dealt with each problem equally. It would have been also easier if his council didn't have a problem with such small issues. He had to dispose of at least 6 to 7 councilmen due to their sheer incompetence and annoyance with them. There were always more people eager to prove themselves to him and he would happily manipulate them until they withered and died before him.

As he made it halfway up to the paved walkway a squad of troopers quickly flanked him on either sides and escorted him up to the palace. There was no chatter between him and his men, but he kind of missed that sense of camaraderie among his troops. Every since his hostile take over of this planet and the building of the empire he was no longer able to interact with his men. The people were either scared of him or so proud of him that neither one of them taked to him. Fear of death maybe. With a low sigh that was muffled by his helmet he continued his way up to the palace unaffected by his surroundings or his men.

When the palace neared a 100ft the doors were opened and Ausdi quickly made his way into the durasteel home. Being inside the only thing he could clearly think about was more training and he wanted it that very much, but government came before training. As he thought about how to better improve himself in training he turned the corner and saw the councilmen waiting by the throne. Ausdi gave a nod to the men before making his way past them to sit on the throne. Without hesitation the councilmen began to jump at him with question, but he didn't really care. He was more concerned about expanding his own territory through sheer force or through trickery like the man he knew, Dooku.

[Capsland]

Senate Building
Grievous had long been following them when he appeared behind the two Jedi Masters, his every movement tracked by the hollow reverberation in Shaak Ti's Montrals. He had caught up to them faster than she had hoped, but now he faced 2 Jedi Masters.

And two of the best

She broadcasted to Plo, hoping to calm the pair with some humor.
The blaster bolts came flying down the hall, streaks of red energy. Yet, Ti deflected them, effortlessly batting them aside without even breaking a step. Grievous would eventually catch up, and unfortunately, Force Speed was not in the Chancellors wide array of skill.

We have to stop him here Plo

Agreed

On three?

The pair counted down together, minds linked through the great well of the Force

1...2...3

As practiced as a twi'lek dance routine, the two jedi span around, robes twirling about them, hands outstretched. In their eyes, the fire of the force burned brightly, as the two Masters channeled all their power, their feelings of duty, and friendship with each other, into one, massive, force shove. Like an out of control Coruscanti mag-lev train, a wall of energy ripped forward. The power of two Council Members, nearly none could match, as wall panels were peeled of their frames, and floorboards ripped through the air, in a hurricane of debris and shrapnel. The shove continued, power, and remnants of building, flew towards the Cyborg. And even as it did, the Jedi kept pushing, throwing their might into an all out assault. The interior supports of the roof groaned under the stress, and with the sound of a thousand voices, snapped, sending the upper level tumbling down into the lower. Like dominoes, the sections of roof fell, blocking the path of the General.

As the last chunk fell before them, the Jedi ceased their barrage, a small chip of alloy falling just inches from Shaak Ti.

"That might not hold him forever, but its gonna block him."
Plo observed, stroking his breathing mast in exasperation. The effort of such power had been hard for the Jedi, but they would swiftly recover.
"We should get to the Hanger."

No," Ti replied, shaking her head. "The Hanger is where the expect us to go, where they want us to go."

"What is your plan, Master Jedi," the Chancellor's silky voice inquired, huffing slightly from the excitment about him.

"The tunnels, basements, anything under ground. There should be a network right to the Bunker, or at least, closer than this. Master Windu and I had been investigating there before the battle broke out."

With the agreement of Master Plo, the trio continued on, and descended into the secret, and unknown world of the Coruscanti tunnels, hopefully leaving the enemy far behind.

Grievous put his arms up to defend himself from the avalanche of metal. Few shards just narrowly missing him. Luckily it didn't hit and was intended to stop him but he had different plans. Grievous noticed a hole in the roof, obviously from the fallen metal, and what seemed as a wide ventilation system. He got on all 6 and crawled into the shaft, his arms being used as extra legs; speeding him up. The ventilation system seemed to follow the corridor, which just so happened was the corridor that the Jedi were in.

He violently smashed his hand against the metal, causing a hole to emerge and Grievous to fall down, landing on his feet. He rose up.
"Jedi slime..."
He ran, quickly after them. Soon he would be able to get back up to them, luckily he knew the Jedi wouldn't go to the hangars, they would be stupid if they did, and the scans hadn't showed them to be in the building anymore. There was only one place they would be, the tunnels. CIS spies had described these tunnels, horrible, dark and not the greatest of places to get lost in. Grievous contacted Vice-Admiral Vale.
"I want you to start shelling the civilian areas of Coruscant. Leave no survivors... and make sure they suffer"
Grievous knew the Jedi would feel all the innocents dying and even if they didn't come up to help, the political side of things would turn in favour of the CIS. A chancellor that didn't protect his citizens? I wouldn't go down well. He talked to Vice-Admiral Vale again.
"Also, capture the senators. As many as you can, store them on your ship until told otherwise. I expect no failure"

Grievous started running after the Jedi again, his endurance would soon out-pace the Jedi's.

[Mifan]

Orbit Above Coruscant

"Sir, we have 16 CIS ships inbound. Looks like Munificents and Rucusants. They have a Lucrehulk as well." Michael looked at the scanner. The Munificents and Rucusants would be easy pickings, but the Lucrehulk would be the main issue. Johnson knew from his years of experience that the Lucrehulk was an old ship, not capable of keeping up a fight without support, but he did know that the ship could take multiple hits before being disabled or destroyed. "Alright I want the ships in a line formation now!" One of the officers began to relay orders to the fleet and soon, each ship under Johnson's command began to reposition themselves in a line formation, which would allow for each Venator to fire on a specific target.

"I want all energy diverted to the forward shields and batteries. All fire is to be concentrated on the Lucrehulk until it is out of the fight. I want all of the fighters prepped and ready to deploy as soon as Vulture droids are spotted!" The commands were relayed through the fleet and each ship began to follow the orders quickly. "Sir, we're picking up a transmission from Admiral Corinthi." "Patch me through. Admiral Cornithi, this is Admiral Johnson of the 58th Battle Group. What is the situation?"

[New Italian Republic]

After the few minutes were up Brutus and his team led an assault to two of the installations that the CIS were trying to defend and Stone's team were going after the main installation. After about 48 minutes of fighting they made it to one of the entrances to the installations "3..2..1.. BREECH". They blew open the door and went ballistic on the droids, but also being careful not to hit any of the Shells. Then the same happened on the second. Stone and his men were still fighting but that is because the defense was very high on the Main Installation. finally after an hour or so they had men set up on the installations. However Brutus had one of his officers set on the main Installation. " Ready those cannons we are about to give the CIS fleet a surprise ". His men loaded the Installations and aimed at the CIS fleet. Brutus got his communicator out and was trying to connect to Admiral Johnson. " sir i thank you for the reinforcements and now we are going to help lighten the burden up there" Before Admiral Johnson could reply Brutus shut off the communicator and began to order his men " Ready"........"FIRE" 2 large blasts followed by a giant boom, sent the shells flying towards the CIS fleet's main ships. Brutus said to himself 'Enjoy the gift of giving.....death" The shell approached very fast and then rammed the main CIS ship in the hull which led to it imploding, the other two tore through a few ships knocking them into orbit.