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Star Wars: The Fall Of Coruscant (IC/OPEN)

Postby Kyraina » Wed Mar 23, 2016 8:15 am

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INTRO MOVIE~ https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=wOLANti8UCY

The year is 3653 BBY,and the Republic Capital world of Coruscant has fallen to the onslaught of Darth Malgus and his forces,sending shockwaves across the Galaxy.
Darth Angral has slain the Supreme Chancellor Berooken as well as a number of Republic Senators and instilled himself as Governor of Coruscant,therefore claiming it now as a sovereign world to the Sith Empire and declaring martial law across the planet.
On top of this all the Jedi Temple has been destroyed and looted and the remaining Jedi across Coruscant are being hunted down and killed like animals.
While Angral and his forces continue to oppress and loot Coruscant Malgus's fleet has blockaded Coruscant not allowing anyone to leave or land on Coruscant.
Meanwhile on Alderaan,the Sith are carrying out negotiations with the Republic,hoping to manipulate the peace talks in their own favor by using Coruscant as leverage.
All the while as the defilement of Coruscant continues and the Sith continue their attempts at getting a tight grip on the peace talks the other Sith Lords across the Galaxy continue their campaigns against the various Republic systems and worlds.

This is a dark and foreboding time for the Republic,a time of chaos,disorder,disunity,and war,a time where the weak will fall and only the strong will survive...


CO-OPs: Winter Bastion, Prolieum

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GUIDELINES AND RULES
1. Listen to OP and his CO-OPs
2. No god modding.
3. No meta gaming.
4. No flaming.
5. No strong or intense language.
6. This RP is "alternate history" and doesn't have to follow Star Wars canon lore.
7. This IC will start off one day after the destruction of the Temple,at the "looting" period where Sith forces are executing people in mass and pillaging the entire world.
8. You can create a maximum of five main characters.However the amount of secondary characters and forces you control has no limit.
9. Use proper English, as best as possible
10. Let's Have Fun!!!

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Benn Korr, Joseph Brightstar, and Tyran Pavish.

All three men were on the Aerosteel as it dropped out of hyper space and revealed a massive fleet surrounding the Republic Capital Planet. "You got to be kidding me. 21 check the scanners for any fighters in the immediate area." Joseph said to the astro droid beside him. He then pressed the a button besides his flight control panel. "Korr, Pavish Get up here. Things are worse then we feared." Joseph then went back to piloting the ship

Pavish, and Korr came running up to the flight deck and both just stopped in their tracks at the size of the fleet. "We are screwed Pavish, we are gonna need help, alot of help." Benn Korr said to Pavish. Pavish nodded and said "Yes, but we need to get on the ground to find out what's going on down there. Joseph take us in." Pavish said.

Joseph nodded and started the Aerosteel towards the blockade.
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Postby Prolieum » Wed Mar 23, 2016 11:02 am

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Drekkie paced around the holoemitter, hands waving in frustration. “I have no idea what you are saying Mordru! I came here for a shipment of Kolto, and I am going to get it, blast you!” The Selkath shook his head, tentacles jiggling and responded in his own tongue. Kor waited a moment before the protocol program she had built into the holoemitter translated it to Basic. “I am sorry, my child, but I cannot give it to you. The Sith have taken Coruscant-there is no way to know if the buyer is even alive.” Drekkie shook her head. “Impossible. That place is the capital of the Republic, must be the best defended place in the galaxy. No way they took it.” A shake of the fish-like creature’s head told her all she needed to. She slipped down to the floor, leaning up against the curving wall, and rubbing her head. “All right, we will play it like this. I give you 65% of the payment, and see if I cannot get it to the buyer. If I make it-my fee goes up 20%, if not, well, you got the 65. Deal?” Mordru shoot his head. “Sixty-five? My daughter, do not try to take advantage of our friendship. Ninety is generous.” “Seventy” “Ninety” “Seventy-Two” “Eight-Seven” “Forty” “Forty?” the Selkath shook his head. “You cannot go down!” Drekkie flashed her winningest grin, and the older alien chuckled. “Oh, fine then. Three-quarters and it is a deal, all right?” “Always pleasant doing business with you Mord” Drekkie mock-saluted, and turned off the comm. Once she finished loading up, the Coruscant it was, see just what was going on there.



Jedi Temple Outskirts


Glowing hot plasma swept millimeters above Zeres’s skull-if he had any hair, it would have been singed away. His attacker recovered, and as the blade came down again, Zeres, unable to block, lashed out with all his wrath in a blast of Force power, the release of energy slamming into the Zabrak man-and causing her to stumble backwards slightly. Not exactly impressive. Still, it had fulfilled his intended purpose-Zeres reset his stance, white blade glistening outward at an odd angle from his palm, hip turned towards his opponent. Two quick parries, and the Fondorian slipped to the side, launching a strike that grazed the Jedi’s thigh before his blade was battered away. His attacker was skilled, and apparently a Djem So stylist-even with his athleticism, Zeres was unable to match the raw strength of his heavily-muscled opponent. He came again, several more strikes. Zeres baited the man in, a swift thrust towards his face-the man reacted, elbows twisting, his blade swept upward, knocking Zeres’s skyward-only his unique hilt maintaining his grip. As the tattooed man moved to kill, Zeres exploited Form V’s weakness-lack of mobility. His leg struck out, sweeping the man’s ankle, as he jutted his shoulder into his chest, levering the man backwards. In falling, the man instinctively cast his arms out, and Zeres took advantage-Cho Mai, a precise swipe separating the man’s weapon hand from the rest of his body. As the stunned man landed hard, Zeres stepped to his side, blade at his throat. “Well fought. You are free to go.” Confusion sparked in the man’s eyes, “I have nothing more I need from you. Run along now.” Deactivating his saber, he turned and walked away, counting mentally. “One...two...three!, he turned, saber suddenly in hand, thrusting behind him with white fire-only to hit air. Looking up, he saw the Jedi disappear over a mound of rubble. Interesting. Most all Jedi, blazing with righteous purpose to strike down such an evil as he apparently was, would attack until one of them had died-he was not sure if that made this one a coward, or smarter than the rest.

Taking a few steps over, Zeres reached down, and pried the dead fingers off of the fallen lightsaber. Igniting the weapon, a sky blue blade, Zeres swung the weapon in a complete circle, and flourished a Makashi salute. That finished, he deactivated the blade, and sat, crossing his legs, moving to disassemble it. His long, thin fingers played over the structure, carefully taking the weapon apart piece by piece. Such was how it was taught to him in his parents’ estate on Fondor-the warrior had been vanquished, and his weapon must now be sacrificed. As he ritualistically broke the blade down, he mused on his own status. His Master-Darth Kaindric, was dead. Here, on the outskirts of the Temple, he was free-no other Sith knew of him, his status, nothing. As the last survivors were hunted down, attacked suicidally, as this one did, or fled, he wondered as to his impending future. He could return to Fondor, of course. He could strike back at the order who had captured and scarred him, he could hunt down the Jedi-he could open a pastry shop. Too many options for a man of such order-all his life had been noble etiquette and then Sith discipline. Sighing, he looked down, and saw his hands had completed their task while his brain wandered. He lifted the small, blue crystal reverently, then opened a miniature hatch in the base of his curved saber, nestling the tiny object in amongst the others. Sealing the hatch he rose to his feet, and scattered the remaining parts. Turning, taking in the view of the burning Temple, he started walking. Until he knew what to do-there were battles to be had.


Coruscant, Level 1304


Nightshrike removed his weapon from his back, turned it over, checking it swiftly, for perhaps the third time. The process took only seconds-even the slightest misalignment could turn a perfect shot into a miss when one fired from kilometers away-but his knowledge of his weapon was such that any such errors would be noted immediately. He glanced around, HUD off for the moment, taking in the expanse of Black Sun territory. The attack had been a hindrance. He had been only minutes from his bolts piercing Senator Barc’s corrupted tongue when the first dreadnoughts had arrived in-atmosphere. Planetary shields were expensive to raise, and impractical to keep open when traffic was as high as here-the surprise attack had been completely successful. The Senator had been moved-perhaps the armored man could have taken him down as he did so-likely, in fact, but it was not a sure thing. It always had to be a sure thing. The Senator had been evacuated quickly, and with Senate security swarming about following would be pointless. The bounty hunter was persistent, though, and had traveled to this sector, the underbelly of the underbelly, where the scum made their home. Barc had been working with them, he knew, and he expected that he would run to them in a time of need. If he was wrong, he was doomed. He never failed to eliminate a target-never, and he would not start now. Pinned in the narrow crevice between the roof of an abandoned market stall, and the window of an overbearing higher building, his patience was rewarded as an expensive airspeeder swept into view. He moved his weapon into firing position quietly-an unbreakable habit, even though he doubted the man could hear him if he shouted at this distance, and propped it gently against his arm. His breathing was mathematically regular, and the blaster remained as still as though a droid held it. His finger just a hair from the trigger, Nightshrike waited for the door to open.


Alderaan



The treaty conference was in full swing, heated, bitter debate ebbing into suddenly peaceful conversation, and back again, as each side sought to have their demands heard, then sought to placate the other, lest they drive their opposite away from the negotiating table. Delsis Ra remained perfectly still, serenely viewing and contemplating the events, but internally she churned. She had had a vision-a man with a face covered in metal, face scarred with corruption, striding down steps she knew she recognized, but could not place, the blurs and vagaries of vision obfuscating any recall. The vision was now weeks old, but she had it again last night, this time the backdrop aflame. Since she had come to the conference, she had a feeling, a bad one-an underlying current to the words and propositions, but one which she could not discover. Hands folded across her lap, she leaned forward, ears pricked, but what surprised to hear a sound from behind her. The room was organic, in Alderaanian style, but the deference to modernity, an emergency holoprojector opposite them, crackled to life. Images flashed, sound still absent-sleek starfighters roaring past buildings, Harrower-Class Dreadnoughts hanging in orbit above an ecumenopolis, the temple aflame-Oh no. The temple. Coruscant!

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Jedi Temple Archive


In the bowels of the Jedi Archive, hidden away in a corner, hid the Lord Shimera, a faintly glowing cube in his hand-a Jedi Holocron. Containing unknown power, knowledge, secrets-yet stubbornly refusing to give them. The Holocron was apparently coded only to open for a certain being, but how, he had not quite figured. It was not purely technological-he had had a nearby Imperial hack into the Temple Archives to add him, but it had done nothing. It was not biological-hauling a dead youngling up to it had failed. Either it was coded to a specific person, or it had some way of terming the Force alignment of the one seeking to open it-a rare thing indeed. Turning the object over in his hands, the frail man breathed deeply, and sent a spark of electricity carefully into it. It began to glow, and he smiled, as a small hologram leapt forth from the object, and a massive Givin in Jedi robes appeared. “Welcome, Battlemaster. I see that another has claimed your rank-congratulations on your advancement. I stand ready to aid you in all that I know of the art of the saber.” Shimera gave a scowl, and deactivated the holocron. A neat toy, to be sure, and something that many would deeply desire to have-perhaps a gift for his masters?-but nothing he could use, no power, no real secrets, only more ways for bladesmen to swing glowing sticks at each other. Rising to his feat, he slipped under a half-collapsed wall, moving deeper into the archive. Human or artifact-nothing could resist his will forever.
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The acrid taste of the air bit at Bella's tongue as she removed her helmet and clipped it to her waist, the breeze ruffling her hair. She unconsciously reached up and smoothed it back down as she walked out of the near-deserted spaceport, flashing her parking ticket to the man working the exit. Not that she expected him to be particularly bothered with her activities. He barely acknowledge her, instead working away feverishly on his small computer. Probably trying to arrange his departure from the planet, Bella mused. There was a flood of people rushing into the more heavily defended areas: an annoying, if understandable, reaction. Too many people were too scared for their own lives to consider doing anything else. Of course, it would simply make them easier to subjugate or slay as the Sith desired and Bella felt her fist clench by her side. There was no safety anymore. The sooner these people accepted that, the easier it would be for everyone.

Shira was waiting for her, his dark eyes serious. He returned her flashed smile, although there was little heart behind his teeth as he started up the car. Bella slid in beside the hulking man, feeling the vibrations tremble through her body as it lifted itself off of the ground and headed out of the small city with a low thrumming with resonated in Bella's bones. As the buildings thinned out, the silence grew more and more strained as Bella's eyes darted between the dirt track they were travelling on and her brother, apparently intent on the path himself. Eventually giving up on him starting the conversation, Bella finally spoke, her voice smaller than she would have liked it to be.

"How are mum and dad?" She asked, Shira glancing at her for a moment before replying.

"They're alright." He said curtly before softening, "Dad's hip's still playing up. He's been in bed for the last week. Got out a few days ago. Mum's doing her best but she's not as young as she thinks she is. It's been up to us four to keep the house ticking over for the past few years."

"Thanks." Bella smiled, before pressing her point, "But how are they?"

Shira's face tightened and he did not reply.

After perhaps five minutes of silent driving they slowed to a stop outside a rugged building, squat and long. It seemed almost to blend into the worn landscape around them, like a slight mound in the gently undulating terrain which surrounded the house. Making their way to the door and keying in a code, Shira led Bella into the interior of the house. Like its exterior, the interior was worn and rugged but also homely. It could never have been mistaken for anything other than a home, not even by the coldest and least empathic of individuals.

Bella noticed none of this. Standing before her was a woman whose face was almost the mirror image of Bella's own. Her cheeks and brow were creased and weather-beaten and her hair had a streak of silver in it, but otherwise they could have been sisters. Next to her stood a bear of a man, square-jawed and shiny-faced, with a salt-and-pepper beard on his chin. For a moment there was a tension in the air which crackled like lightning, before Bella rushed forwards and embraced her parents.

There was no talk of the war - there was no need for it. Everyone knew the reason Bella had come and everyone knew what she was here for. For the night, she wasn't an avenging angel: she wasn't the upholder of the Mandalorian Code. For that night, Bella Alder was Bella Alder and it was as perfect as she could have hoped for. Laughter, merriment and no small quantities of wine flowed like water and by the time she excused herself for bed, Bella could almost forget that there was a war on at all.

Almost.
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Postby The Imperium Empires » Wed Mar 23, 2016 12:03 pm

Above Rodia - Arkius

Above the world of Rodia a large cargo vessel come out of hyperspace . Inside the ship the Kaleesh crime lord Arkius is sitting in the bridge reading into the Holonet . He's reading about the Jedi massacre of the republics homeworld.He stands up and walks to his second in command Gorvio a weequay from florrim. " Gorvio have you found the location of my dear friend Kyro" Gorvio looks at him and replies "I have just made contact were sending a ship down to pick him up". Arkius nods in approval and turns of the Holo table as he's walking out at he holotabel lights up. The Sith Lord Darth Zacrius contacts him knowing he does wepons manufacturing. The sith or requests for Blaster to provide their troops. Arkius turns around and shoots the holo table I. Anger and walks out of the room.

Rodia Jedi temple - Kyro Sephi
On the surface of the planet of Rodia , Kyro is meditating trying to figure out what was going on in his visions. Then claiming out of the water , two native Rodian water beats jump out. Kyro force pushes one into a tree, and backflips and slices the other one head off his lightsabere. He then looks to the sky and sees a Black Hand Syndicate ship coming towards hims. He walks up to the hangar door and enters. He sees to gruff looking Ishimtib thugs who said Arkius has come to help you. Kyro nods in approval and they head off.
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Postby Laurvier » Wed Mar 23, 2016 12:25 pm

Outside Jedi Temple

To have been with the initial strike team that attacked the Jedi Temple was an opportunity Saevan literally killed for. He had dueled a fellow Sith to acquire a spot on the shuttle that crashed into the Temple. During the fight, Saevan had personally struck down a number of Jedi himself. Rage almost consumed him when Darth Malgus claimed the life of Master Ven Zallow. He wanted the kill for himself. To have been the one to slay Zallow was an immeasurable accolade. But Malgus was higher in the Sith hierarchy so Saevan swallowed his pride. Darth Marr's protection only went so far and Saevan knew he could not go around earning the enmity of other powerful Sith unchecked. Of course, his vanity got the better of him at times. Outside the burning Jedi Temple, he took a deep breath and remembered the battle letting it fill him with joy. He replayed the moment in his mind where he butchered his way through several Jedi Knights and reveled in it. The Empire was war made manifest. Why any would join with another faction was a mystery to him.

Seated on the ground nearby were a number of captured Jedi Padawans and Knights bound at the hands with disorienting collars placed upon their necks. A platoon of Imperial soldiers and lower ranking Sith warriors stood guard. At Saevan's feet lay a dead Mirialan Padawan that had died from a lightsaber slash through the abdomen. The soldiers took her body away unceremoniously.

"Bring me another!" Saevan yelled. The battle joy from assaulting the Temple was still there and he was determined to ride the wave. He thumped on his chest that was protected by black and red medium weighted armor. It had marks where a lightsabers had grazed him. Soot and ash from the battle stained his greaves, bracers and cuirass.

The soldiers hauled another disoriented Jedi before Saevan. They removed the collar and restraints then handed her a lightsaber from a pile. She was a green skinned Twi'lek, young, pretty and most likely a Padawan as well as the cream of the Jedi at the Temple had already been killed or fled. Saevan waited until the Padawan got her bearings from the disorientation brought on by the collar. He filled himself with the dark side harnessing his rage letting it radiate. Those strong in the force might have been able to detect Saevan's unique signature even among the numerous Sith currently on Coruscant. The Twi'lek came to and had a look of serene focus on her face. It was a look Saevan was familiar with. He grinned in return.

"Defend yourself Jedi." He told her than began to approach confidently, red hued lightsaber in hand. The hilt, despite being made of strong durasteel was chipped and scratched from the many times Saevan had used it to bash an opponent. He liked the look as it displayed his veteran status.

"The Force is with me!" She replied.

The Padawan opened up with a force push but Saevan had his force shield up. Countless hours of practice had left the focus required to maintain it second nature to him while in combat. From a more skilled or powerful opponent it would have sent Saevan sliding back on his feet but the Padawan was neither and so it had no effect. He opened up with one of Djem So's fundamental strikes, an overhead two-handed blow powered by his own honed strength enhanced with the darkside. The Niman trained Padawan reeled at the subsequent assault of power strikes that shocked with every blow. She ducked a slash then went on the offensive. True to the Djem So form, Saevan counter-attacked against every one of her strikes. He knocked her blade aside then followed through with a 360 tornado kick that connected with her face knocking out a few teeth and sending the Twi'lek sprawling on the ground face down. Casually, Saevan walked forward putting his lightsaber in a reverse grip and impaled her through the chest. She died almost instantly.

"Through power I gain victory." Saevan murmured before wrenching out the blade. To add insult to injury Saevan used his lightsaber to cut off her lekku or head tails. Soldiers and Sith who were spectating chuckled.

"Shall we just execute the rest my Lord?" Asked a soldier.

"Dispatching this rabble is beneath me but it is amusing. I think I'll sort the rest out one by one. We are to have peace soon and opportunities to do battle against the Jedi will become rarer. It is imperative we savor this opportunity." He answered then looked at the group of prisoners. "The Zabrak! Bring that one. Zabraki tend to make fine warriors." Saevan pointed at a middle aged male Zabrak seated among them.

The battle was over. More Jedi were probably hiding throughout Coruscant but hunting them down would be a game of cat and mouse which Saevan detested. He was content to entertaining himself with the prisoners for now.
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Postby The Imperium Empires » Thu Mar 24, 2016 1:20 am

Kyro arrives onboard his friends ship. He walks off the ship to see his old friend. Kyro starts to fondly remember he met Arkius when there was a republic assault on Kalee because of the world allying it'd self with the sith. He remembers the fiery battle field and he and his master were leading the attack against the sith,
He goes into a flash back, Kyro was running through the long grass when he is surrounded by 8 Kaleesh Warriors, he actives his two sabre staffs and starts battling them. The first two go down without a hitch. He force pushes several into a marsh and kill the last three with a blast of force energy . It ended up smashing them into trees. He looks down at the marsh and sees one of the Kalle trying to hold onto a branch, He bends down and pulls the Kalee up out of the marsh and the Kalee thanks him and asks why you did not kill me. Kyro replies saying it's not the Jedi way. Kyro then snaps back into reality and is met by a a friendly hug from Arkius his old friend. The one he met on Kalee.
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Postby Kyraina » Thu Mar 24, 2016 10:05 am

Drekkie
Drekkie had jumped into Hyperspace and came out a fair distance out of away from the blockage, which she saw surrounded the whole planet. A Delaya Class ship accelerated passed her.

Senator Barc

Senator Barc stepped out of the transport and shook his head at the sight of all the Sith Ships in the sky. He shook his fist at them for a second before following his escort deeper into Black Sun Territory.


Jedi Temple

Darth Angral and Darth Malgus walked among the rubble of the temple talking, what was being said was well private. They came to a stop and talked some more before splitting up and going their separate ways. A few moments later word had spread that there was a very high alive bounty out for a Republic Military Captain Joseph Brightstar, nothing was mentioned about Jedi Master Pavish or Jedi Knight Korr.


The Aerosteel

Joseph accelerated the ship towards the Republic Capital and sighed. His Astro Droid T7-21, simply caled T21 or 21 was beeping like crazy. "Yes T21 I see the Sith fighters coming towards us, we will take care........Son of a gun where in the heck did that ship come from?" Joseph said as he piloted the Aerosteel up and over the ship that came out of Hyperspace in front of him. T7-21 beeped at him again. "So that was the ship you was trying to worn me about." Joseph said back to the droid. T21 beeped what sounded like a sarcastic yeah. Joseph shook his head and said "T21 take control of the weapons, Pavish and Korr strap yourselfs in. This is gonna be bumpy." Joseph then shot towards the fighters and bull rushed through them. Pavish and Korr had just strapped themselves in when they bull rushed through the middle of the pack of fighters, sending more then a few tumbling away.

Pavish and Korr shook their heads and sighed "Never Change Joseph, this you makes things fun and interesting." Pavish yelled at them. "You call this interesting Pavish? I call this gonna get us killed!!!" Korr responded. "I haven't yet, but I do got a bad feeling about this, and I don't plan on changing," Joseph yelled back at them.


As They approached the blockade, the Aerosteel started to take fire from a Sith Captial Ship's antifighter lasters, and the fighters chasing them.

With some lucky but fancy flying the Aerosteel got through with just 1% of shields left when several laser bolts took down the last remaining sheilding and hit one of the engines. The Aerosteel was already in Atmosphere of The Coruscant and hurdle towards the ground. T21 did several beeps. "Yes I know we lost the Port engine, yes i know we are heading for a crash landing near the temple, and no I didn't pick there to crash land on purpose." Joseph said to the droid. Pavish and Korr looked at each other and shrugged. "Korr, let's unbuckle and use the force from causeing us to become smoking blasted rubble," Pavish yelled to Korr. Korr nodded and both men unbuckled and started using the force to slow them down.

The Aerosteel rammed through one of the Towers on the Jedi temple and then took a hard crash landing just 10 klicks from the Jedi temple, but Pavish and Korr using the force to slow down the Aerosteel sent shock waves to any force sensitive person in the nearby area, especially those in the Temple. T21 did another series of beeps and Joseph shook his head. "Yes T21, we are still alive. Now repair that engine so we can get out of here, we will stand guard outside with you." Joseph said to the droid.

All 3 men went outside and looked at the massive damage the sith had caused and the damage to one of the Temple Towers the Ship had caused, which the ship's durasteel body and frame some how managed to take the brunt of the damage without actually breaking or breaking seal. T21 then went to work on the engine to get it going again.

Little did they know they were already being surrounded by sith warriors
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Postby Winter Bastion » Thu Mar 24, 2016 12:28 pm

Alderaan

"Perhaps a compromise can be reached? There are a number of worlds in the Inner Rim which might suit the Sith--"

Inquisitor Jurius stood and slashed his arm in a gesture of refusal. His voice was low and gravelly, spoken in a near monotone that nonetheless conveyed seething menace. "No, senator," he interrupted. The Chandrilan representative snapped his mouth shut in surprise and slowly sat.

"The Sith Empire does not compromise. We will not bargain for lesser worlds. We have gained control of Coruscant, and we shall keep it. If the Republic wishes to have peace, then recognise our sovereignty and stay out of our way. The Sith do not seek war, but we do not shy from it to defend ourselves and hostilities will be met in kind."

Jurius sat. An aide leaned in and whispered, "Doesn't leave much room for discussion, does it?"

The inquisitor watched as the Republic side of the table collapsed into a flurry of whispering and sotto voce discussions. On the Sith side, each delegate sat straight and confident, almost arrogant. Except Delsis Ra. She seemed to be distracted or bored. Probably both. Jurius turned to the aide, his burning red-rimmed yellow eyes squinting slightly in amusement.

"With politicians, there's infinite room for discussion. For now, they're on their heels a bit, but it won't take them long to come back with something. And then we'll see what - if any - durasteel remains in their collective spines."
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Postby Prolieum » Thu Mar 24, 2016 1:22 pm

Coruscant, Level 1304


In a standard situation, most snipers would have grinned at the man’s pointless, bellicose display, the balding man shaking his fist at a sky filled with Dreadnoughts as though it meant something-Nightshrike did not. All that mattered is that his target was now visible, and had chosen to stand still for longer than expected with his impotent threat. The hunter’s finger pressed lightly on the the trigger, and a wisp of smoke rose from the new hole in the man’s skull. He did not wait to see what happened next, instead rolling backward into his dark nook, and slipping off the side, fingers gripping into pits and cracks in the dilapidated wall, eventually reaching his escape route-a window into some old living quarters, apparently abandoned due to illness-pulling himself up, he moved quickly through the room, his breathing slightly labored through his helmet. The job was done-he would have to get payment in person, unfortunately. His client, an unlikely sort-a young woman, apparently politically active, disgusted at Barc’s apparent connections to the slave trade, was an aide in the Senate Tower-a Tower that was now smoking, and possibly held by the enemy. As he made his way through to his rented airspeeder, his armor and rifle drawing no real notice in such a slum, he began musing as to what his tactic would be. Stepping into the vehicle, he programmed it to head to the bazaar near the Tower-he would begin his search there. Near the surface the vessel broke down-not unexpected, given who had had rented it from. He supposed that he had no obligation to return it in that case. A half-hour or so of searching granted him nothing in the way of a speeder, forcing him onto a public speeder bus. Chaos was stirring in the lower levels, and with the Sith in the process of looting the planet, many were heading to the upper levels-half the poor citizens of the ecumenopolis, seeking to flee the falling world, half the scum of the lower levels, seeking plunder in the anarchy. It was from this latter group that Nightshruke overheard an interesting factoid-a bounty had been placed off on one Joseph Brightstar-Republic military, for a startling sum. Standing perfectly still in the teeming mass of human and alien bodies, he filed the information away for later-after he found his contact, such a contract would be worth looking into.



Coruscant System


The Broken Arrow reverted to realspace a good distance outside of Coruscant’s rotation. Habitually running a check of sensors and systems, Drekkie was surprised to see that the paranoid old Selkath had been right. A collection of capital ships-Harrowers, Termini, and Gages-orbited the city-world, and even from this distance her sensors could pick up the destruction below. No student of politics, or even really much aware of the present war, the young explorer was stupefied, and a little scared. This was her first time ever coming to the Republic’s capital. In her skirting about the rim, her childhood on Raxus Prime, Coruscant had always been spoken of, even disparagingly, in a bit of awe. The junkers who sold her back and forth thought poorly of the planet-wide city, thinking of the waste they must create, but there was a clear undercurrent of respect for the scale. The pirates she had encountered hated the law coming from the world, but steered well clear of its defensive fleets. Coruscant was always sort of untouchable, set above, and now it burned.

Kor was shook from her contemplative state by a sudden blare from her right-Unit 27-Lenth. She glanced up to the viewscreen to see a Delaya-Class ship streak by.. She was angling deflector shields even as she saw the craft-with cargo containers strapped on the bulk of her firepower was blocked, but she activated what she could-forward missile tubes were ready, and a smattering of guns. Her pilot: 3-Peth, was already backing the ship up slowly, keeping a head-on angle to the far smaller craft. The odds of a ship exiting hyperspace, at the good distance from the planet Drekkie had, just moments after her were low, and while the ship seemed to have no inclination to strike, the girl was already on edge, and taking no chances. She saw some Sith fighters heading towards the ship, and a wicked grin crossed her face. “3-Peth, pursuit course-close, but not too close. Get weapons on them.” The mishmash of parts complied immediately. That was the nice thing about droids, she mused. Never delayed, countermanded your orders, or asked stupid questions. They really were better than people. As the Arrow closed in, getting a better view of the fight, she maneuvered quickly to a rotating seat, strapped in, pulled on the helmet, and gripped the handles. “Now!” The craft fired a missile which streaked towards the Delaya, missing by a few meters only. Kor then turned the bow guns on the craft, bolts of particle energy streaking forth, some striking the shields and flaring brightly, but not punching through-the shots were at minimum power. As her ships chased the more maneuverable one, she continued to fill the sky with streaks of hard light-shots that glowed rather prettily, and nothing else. As expected, the Sith vessels, finding an unexpected ally, had no reason to fire on her. Kor had planned to peel off once in the lower atmosphere, but that plan was foiled when a Mark VI interceptor swept past, bolts punching into the vessel’s port engine. As the craft spiraled out of control, she was forced to order 3-Peth to hit the brakes on the far larger vessel, watching it spiral into the temple.

She was not suprised in the slightest with 8-Cresh notified her of an incoming holocall. Brushing herself off quickly, and standing in a close to attention as she knew how, she nodded to her machine, and a blue image of a man in an Imperial uniform appeared, rank bars indicating him to be a Post Captain. Not quite sure what to do, Drekkie sketched a curtsy-the officer looked rather amused. “Well, what have we here? I do not recall your starship being assigned to the task force. Lost, are we? Just what did you think you were doing back there?” Kor flashed a grin at the man. “Just doing my part for the Empire, Sir!” the officer’s lip twitched towards a smile. “Oh, really? True believer, or clever pirate? It is no matter. Coruscant is still under blockade, and I am afraid I am going to have to escort you off-planet.” Kor turned, and paced around her emitter. “Well, you could do that… or you could get a prime deal on the freshest Kolto in the sector. Looks like some of your men may have taken some hits. How about you let me stay a while, and we make a mutually beneficial exchange?” The man stroked his clean-shaven chin. “Well, I could do that. Or I could just have my dreadnought blast you out of the sky, and recover it from the wreckage. How about you give it to us as...an entry tax.” Drekkie’s face kept its expression, a skill she had learned long ago, but her mind spun franctically. What to do, what to do-Bluff! Yes, bluff, bluff!” She gave a condescending smile. “Well I suppose you could do that Mr. Captain. Nothing I could do to stop it. But look what we are above right now. I have bets you have some uppity-ups down there-and it would be a crying shame if a few turbolaser blasts were to hit them. Sure-you can destroy me, but can you do it fast enough?” The two stared at each other from kilometers away, blue pixels straining to contain the tension. Finally, the captain chuckled. “Well played. I do not think you would have done it-but I am impressed with your ingenuity. Head on over to the spaceport-Bay one seventeen. I can send someone to meet with you there.” “Always happy to serve, Captain…” “Rycus.” The man answered. Just call me Rycus.” Nodding, Drekkie signaled to cut the comm, and set in her course. Guess it was time to see what dealing with Imperials was like. If Coruscant was like the rest of the galaxy, she may have to get used to it fast.

Outside the Jedi Temple


Zeres was continuing his search for survivors around the outskirts of the temple-he had gotten an impression in the Force, rare for someone of his limited talent, and was attempting to track it down. A pair of Sith had been killed here several miles from the Temple’s walls, where the Temple’s flatlands began to merge into buildings once again. Either someone had gotten careless, the two had gotten into a squabble over some knick-knack or other, or there was a Jedi laying traps in the wreckage. He was patrolling the area, trying to stretch out with the Force to limited success, when the raucous of battle sounded above-not just the odd explosion or collapsing building, but the flashes and screeches of lasers. Looking up, he saw the end of the fight, an insectlike crawl spiraling down, smashing through one of the Temple’s towers, and sweeping over his head, He felt a tremor in the Force, frustratingly vague, once again nothing that he could grasp. Still, even that was a rarity-and he doubted that it just coincidentally happened simultaneously to the crash-landing of the ship. He briefly debating continuing his search, but cast aside that thought swiftly-he was not even sure if there was a Jedi here. The ship had seemed to crash near to him-this distance from the Temple, he had a good chance of arriving before any other Sith did-depending on the vessel’s state, he may be able to use it to get offworld. Mind made up, the ostensible Sith apprentice started heading down towards the crash site but a league or less distant.

Jedi Temple, Lower Levels


The small, spindly man was just emerging from the bowels of the archive, sack filled with his plundered lucre, when the Aerosteel passed by ahead. A young Sith-too young to be an apprentice even, what was he doing here?-Togrutan-rushed up to Shimera. “Did you feel it my Lord? Jedi!” The Sith Lord’s only response was a blast of force-enhanced electricity to the young lad’s face. “Of course I felt it, whelp! You think a boy like you has more power than a Lord of the Sith?” He had not felt it, in fact. Hours upon hours of trying to unlock the secrets in the archives had drained him immensely-he had not even sensed the boy’s coming to him, and that spark was about all that he had left. “Kneel before your better.” The adolescent cowered. “I should kill you for your insolence. But I will be merciful. Flee, now-but know that you are now indebted to me. The shivering boy made no response, a spin, and the ignition of a purple blade fixed that problem. Jedi, coming back to the Temple, apparently. Such a bother to his work. Let the brutes in the upper levels deal with them. Shimera would return to the chambers he had in the wreckage, where he had the soldiers drag the Jedi corpses. Fiddling in his robes, he drew out several small items-knick-knacks, things of no value beyond the personal. Enclosed in his own sepulchre, he would feed on the suffering of those who had died, and the loss of that which they held dear, until the Dark Side flowed freely through him once more.

Alderaan


"Feed it."

Ra's quiet statement came as something of a surprise, and the discussion on the Republic side fell silent. Leaning forward, she continued.

"You have Coruscant. You can hold it. But can you feed it?"

"That world has over a trillion people on it. Every inch of the planet is covered in city. No greenery, no farms. You want to feed the people, you need to ship it all in. Are you capable? All you have to do is get your transports through the heart of Republic territory, every single day, without losing them. Can you spare the ships? Can you hold your own planets if half your fleet is escorting tallgrain?"

'Say you do not care about the people of Coruscant. Say you let them starve. Do so, and watch as your own men die in droves from disease. Bodies, everywhere, nowhere near enough to treat them, not even enough to burn them all. Coruscant is a city, and it is connected. Your water will turn to poison, Miasma in the air-whole sections of the planet will be quarantined. And for what? You let the people starve, and your fleet protecting the planet is defending a dead world, weakening you in war for the sake of a pointless bauble."

"You want the planet, Sith? Keep it. You will lose the war."
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Postby Laurvier » Thu Mar 24, 2016 2:52 pm

Coruscant
Outside the Jedi Temple


It did not take the force to detect the shuttle crash which happened so close to the Temple. Battle was happening all around them so Saevan thought very little of it until he felt the use of the force. Another dead Jedi lay at his feet. He had cleaved his way through the Zabrak and then decapitated the human before him. Both times, Saevan reveled in the amazingly satisfying sound of his lightsaber slicing through flesh.

Charia had arrived late, not wanting to take part in the Temple strike force. Not that she would have been useful anyways. Such direct engagements were best left to people like Saevan. They were the brutes, brawlers and infantry of the line. Hammers where Charia was a scalpel. She was standing around watching Saevan dispatch Jedi one at a time in distaste. The act was pure indulgence with no gain for the Empire at all and therefore, a waste of time. She was reading reports on her datapad then heard the sound of blaster fire. Upon looking up, their Jedi prisoners lay dead. Saevan had ordered them executed.

“Had enough fun?” She asked derisively.

Saevan looked to her, lightsaber blade humming at his side. He deactivated it and clipped it to his belt. “That crash. There are Jedi aboard. Perhaps one among them is worthy.” He replied excited.

Leaving the bodies to the soldiers, Saevan rounded up the Sith warriors present. While not directly under his command they deferred to the famous one among them and were hungry at the promise of killing more Jedi in battle. Augmenting his body with the force, Saevan was able to quickly sprint to the site of the crash outrunning his fellow Sith who arrived soon afterward. Charia appeared after they to spectate.

“Who is the strongest among you?” He yelled then let the darkside radiate from him. Saevan filled himself with its power. Gorged in it to overshadow the darkside force signatures coming off the Sith warriors around him.

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Postby Kyraina » Fri Mar 25, 2016 12:27 am

Benn Korr, Tyranny Lavish, and Joseph Brightstar

Pavish looked up with concern as they waited for the ramp to lower on the Aerosteel. "Benn, Joseph get ready. The Sith are already outside."l Benn follow me, Joseph do what you do best." Pavish said to both of them.

Benn nodded as Joseph ran to his Arms locker and grabbed His sword and his blaster rifle. He put the sword on his back and slapped a energy pack into the rifle and waited for the ramp to finish dropping.

Mean while Pavish and Benn ran up the dropping ramp and jumped. They landed in front of the dropping ramp. Pavish activated his blue bladed cross-guard saber, while Benn activated his Gold bladed Saber pike. "That would be me, Sith. I would say my name but I'm sure y'all already know it." Pavish said as he flung emerald force lighting at a young foolish Sith that decided to charge Pavish and Korr.

The ramp had finished dropping and Joseph walked out and stood beside the two Jedi, with rifle raised and trained on one of the other Sith warriors."Well Sith are you gonna come see which of us two is stronger?" Pavish said as he leveled his Saber at the Sith that had issued the challenge
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The force lighting from Pavish was impressive coming from a Jedi. Saevan felt a glimmer of the darkside as he did it. But he could tell Pavish was no truth Sith because only one of his kind could unleash true Sith lightning. The attack was enough to fry the novice Sith but he sensed it lacked the power of one who immersed themselves in the darkside. He knew because he had been on the receiving end of it before.

Saevan looked confused for a moment then laughed. "I have no clue who any of you are. Am I suppose to?" He asked rhetorically then activated his own red lightsaber. In truth, Saevan really did not know. While this was going on Charia melted away. This was a fight for brawlers and she was not. "I was hoping you'd be someone of significance. Your death at my hands will bring me no glory. But I will enjoy it anyways." He looked to the Sith Warriors around him. "Kill them. But leave that one for me." He pointed with his lightsaber at Pavish.

The warriors attacked. Saevan spared no second as he threw himself into a force assisted leap that closed the distance. As soon as he landed he unleashed a series of Djem So style power strikes at Pavish. His own strength was enhanced greatly by the darkside which Saevan savored as it coursed through him. The power behind each strike would send most Jedi reeling and the best surprised. Using the Force, Saevan was able to predict attacks before they happened, blocking then counterattacking immediately as was the style of Djem So. While he was focused on Pavish, the Force allowed him to sense threats all around him. He would let the others keep Joseph and Benn busy. Saevan continued his assault, cleaving away at the Jedi with ferocity.

OOC: Since we are in a Legends setting I assume we are using Legends canon. True force lightning can only be produced by true Sith. Anything else is an inferior facsimile.
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Postby The Imperium Empires » Fri Mar 25, 2016 1:40 am

Kyro arrives on Coruscant and sneaks into the temple. He is horrified to see it completely destroyed. Then Kyro senses someone coming from behind. He flips around to find a group of sith Knights attacking him. He actives his lightsabere and a huge fight starts.

He slices one across the chest and strikes another though the leg and then behests him. Kyro force blasts one of the sith into a pile,of Ruble and brings a pillar down upon him. He then actives his force sheild as a squadron of sith troopers join the fight. Kyro surrounded hpdoes his best but is unable to fight them. He yells for help and hopes someone comes to his aid.
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Postby Spindle » Fri Mar 25, 2016 2:19 am

Bella's Room
Adler Family House
Dantooine


A harsh buzzing interrupted Bella's sleep and she sleepily reached across to find the alarm and turn it off. After several attempts to deactivate it, Bella turned her entire body to find the source of the noise. Blinking blearily around, her face was illuminated by the flashing blue of a holo. Groping over the projector, she deactivated it before rolling back over and staring at the shadowy ceiling above her. As she shrugged off her bleariness, it slowly occurred to her that the holoprojector had activated for a reason. Rolling onto her side once more, she reached out and picked up the small disk, bringing it close to her face and activating it.

The blue glow lit up her face once more and Bella squinted into it, making out only short phrases. But among the phrases she picked out, 'Captain Joseph Brightstar', 'Republic-Affiliated' and 'Capture Alive' stood out most to her tired brain, along with the general idea that there was a wholly indecent amount of money involved in it. A frown creased Bella's face, the stark illumination deepening the wrinkles into inky black pits. Why had it thrown this up for her? A few moments later she understood: she still had contracts coming from Coruscant and above a certain threshold as being flagged as ones which she might be interested in accepting. Interesting...

Bella felt wide awake now. If the Sith were putting out a bounty for capturing this man, it meant there was something about him...something potentially unique. Certainly, something Bella would be interested in keeping out of the hands of the Sith if at all possible. She wasn't the greatest supporter of the Republic, that much was true. Many of its laws were restrictive to her, hemming in her actions. But however much she might dislike the Republic, at least they could claim to have the moral high ground in doing so. The Sith, on the other hand...

A flurry of messages flew out to the few contacts Bella knew she could trust. She could find Brightstar's last location fairly easily, but where had he jumped to? There were only so many locations, but Bella knew she didn't have time to go to each of them in turn: not when there would be bounty hunters on his tail. Bella knew she couldn't work it out herself, she'd need people with their own networks. And so it was with a mind aflame that Bella rolled over once more, closed her eyes and tried to sleep.




The first light of day was just creeping over horizon as Bella adjusted her gauntlet one more time and looked around the room. It was still as she remembered it from her childhood, almost perfectly. The thought caused a lump to form in her throat, but she pushed it down. She didn't have time for that. Not now. Gently pushing the door open, she padded out into the hall with a degree of stealth many would find surprising for someone wearing full-body armour. Outside, the Morningstar slowly settled into the ground, summoned to its mistress. Bella looked back into the house, before stepping to the doorway.

"Going so soon?"

Bella twisted around to see Shira looking blearily at her. He'd evidently just gotten out of bed: his hair was a mess and he was wearing nothing more than boxers and a rumpled shirt. Bella made to go again, before pausing and turning back to her brother.

"This is what I have to do." She explained simply, "Give the others my best, but I can't stay any longer."

Shira said nothing as Bella left, simply bowing his head as the whine of engines rose and then fell away. For her part, Bella did her best to ignore the small and rapidly shrinking erection below her as she shot into the air. She had a destination now. A place where she could find her charge. It was with no small amount of trepidation that she pushed the small lever which sent the Morningstar hurtling through hyperspace towards her target. Coruscant.

The swirling colours of hyperspace had always appealed to Bella. They were so calming, so simple and yet so complex at the same time. It was something that she'd often lost herself in and so the sudden jerk back into realspace was something of a shock. Before she had a chance to fully recover, Bella looked down at the planet suspended below: the beating heart of the Republic. Or rather, the formerly beating heart of the Republic. All around it, ships were poised like daggers prepared to stab downwards into the flesh below. Sith. They had done this while pretending to hold talks at Alderaan. The thought boiled Bella's blood and made the idea of finding Brightstar all the sweeter. As the Morningstar headed for the planet, the area where Brightstar had been seen to go down, Bella waited for the blockade to react to her. A part of her wished they'd just shoot at her so she could fight: the other hoped they'd talk and let her through.
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Aerosteel Crash Site


Zeres had been delayed, a delay that added a turquoise crystal to his hilt. Now arriving at the crashed ship, he saw the vessel already surrounded. Skirting the edge of the perimeter, he mused momentarily. His objective had centred around reaching the ship before the other Sith, using it to escape. With the area now filled with them, he was not sure he had any compelling reason to stay. He was in the process of turning to head elsewhere when the lead Jedi, armed with the most absurd-looking saber he had ever seen, unleashed a blast of raw Force power, electrifying a Sith apprentice. Now that would be a challenge. He took a few swift breaths, channeling his anger, and rushed towards the fray, the Force lending his limbs speed-and then cursed when he saw another engage before him, the painted man striking before he was able. Turning quickly, he saw the younger man not yet engaged, and whipped a nearby pebble at the man’s head telekinetically, just enough to get his attention. Waiting for him to turn, Zeres adjusted his stance slightly, legs flexed slightly atop his slight hill, body angled towards the man, blade twisted out and down in the Makashi opening stance.

Senate Bazaar


Nighshrike stalked through the bazaar just a short distance from and below to colossal Senate dome. The area was wrecked-apparently a thoroughfare for oncoming troops, remnants of vaporized metal, scorched corpses, and ruined weapons throughout. He had been extremely fortunate to locate his young client, one Spirakris Zarem, finding the woman-the girl, really, huddled over a female corpse in Senator’s robes, sobbing. Apparently this Senator had been en route to the chamber when the assault occurred. He stood silently behind Zarem for perhaps twenty minutes before he was noticed. The girl started upon seeing him, scrabbling back, and drawing a blaster, snapping off a wild shot. Nightshrike was moving as soon as her hand reached for her holster, dodging left, but not quick enough-the bolt cut through his plastoid armor on the edge of his right side, paining him immensely, but not interrupting his action-in another half-second he had pinned her arm painfully, causing her to drop the blaster, which he kicked away. The faceless man released her and stepped back, bending to a knee to remove something from a pack of his. As he did so, the terrfied girl spoke up, voice quavering, but trying her hardest to make it sound fearless.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? What do you want with me?” Finding a small kolto patch, the silent man slapped it on, not exactly sure of how it was supposed to go, but confident that it would function. Turning to Spirakris, he answered. “Senator Barc is dead. Contract fulfilled.” “Oh” she flushed. “Um, sorry about, you know, shooting you. I guess you want to get paid.” Reaching into the back of her robes, she removed a rather miniscule amount of credit chips. “I did not think anyone would take the job, I mean, not for half a week’s wages. Why?” Body language still revealing nothing, Nightshrike’s mechanically-tinted voice replied simply “Should have been done.” A look crossed Zarem’s face-puzzlement, a bit of suprise, confusion, but it faded as she looked down again at the corpse. “This was my mother. She was just going to vote on a bill to strike back against the Empire, drive them from the inner worlds, and then they came here” her fist shook with anger. “It was not supposed to be like this! Where was the fleet! My father was commanding the fleet above the planet, and when he fought back, there was no one to give him aid, nowhere near enough. Peacemongers and cowards!” She spat. “Thinking there can be peace, and now look what they have done! The Senate burns! Coruscant is lost!” The fiery young woman slammed her fist into the nearby wall, then gasped in pain, slouching back to a seat. “Firefek, I am lost. What am I supposed to do? I am an orphan in a warzone, and probably a target for half the Sith on this planet. I just do not know.” She looked up to the tall figure. “Blast you, are you going to help me, or laugh at me, or just do something? Are you even alive under there?” Nightshrike reached into his belt, and removed several high-value credit chits, offering them to her. Shaking her head in disbelief, the ideologue knocked them away. “I do not need money! I am not some begging urchin! Money I have, what I need-” at this she paused, looking again at his helmeted face. “Is power. Tell me, bounty hunter, do you do private security work?” “Never have. Not my style.” Agitated a bit at the response, Zarem continued. “Well, make an exception. Here is how it is going to work. I know exactly where the Senator you just killed was laundering his bribe money. I have some contacts-fellow patriots, military, that I need to get to. If you can escort me there, that money is yours.” Nightshrike was silent for a few moments, contemplated. “Can you access Republic records?” Surprised at the odd question, she answered-”Yeah, of course I can. Why?” “New deal. I escort you to these friends of yours-no further, I get the laundered money, and you run a search through the Republic files on a certain friend of mine. Accepted?” Zarem smiled for the first time since he had seen her. “Yes. Give me just a moment to get my things together. I do not know who you are, friend, but you are going to be instrumental in taking this planet back!”



Jedi Temple Proper


Lord Shimera completed his meditations at last, eyes opening to the burned and scarred chamber about them. Rising to his feet, he felt a sudden burst of fear through the Force-not the fear of the Sith, a weapon, but distress-the brief snap of fear from someone outmatched, doomed. Hastening despite his robes, he moved quickly to the edge of the overhang to see a series of green and red flashes, a Rodian, apparently one wielding four blades, striking out at the Sith around him, clearly in rather dire straits. The Inquisitor chuckled, drawing on the fear, the pain of those the Jedi had cut down, and his inner hatred, focusing his power. WIth a cry he thrust his arm forward, from the centre finger launching a single, concentrated bolt of lightning, an immense display of Force energy, targeted directly at the flank of the distracted Jedi.
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Postby Winter Bastion » Fri Mar 25, 2016 6:36 am

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All eyes at the table had turned to Delsis Ra as she spoke. The Jedi did not speak often, but she did so now and with some vehemence. Jurius waited for her to offer some insight or reveal some sort of flaw in the Sith strategy. Instead, her words were of feeding the planet they held. When she finished, Jurius responded.

"Coruscant feeds itself, child - as it has for millennia. The Sith Empire will do nothing to interfere with the interminable import of materiel from across the galaxy, nor is such a measure required. The planet has demonstrated its self-sufficiency for countless ages and will continue to do so for countless more. If tallgrain transports are attacked, it will be by the Republic or Jedi - and who will it be starving the innocent people of Coruscant, then?

"Your doomsday scenario is nothing more than a reactionary fantasy that reveals your either your fear, or the Republic's intention to bring about the death of innocents in their desperation.

"And here I thought the Jedi Council placed some value on this conclave. Judging by their chosen representative, I'm disappointed to see they did not. Now, does the Republic have anything relevant to add to this discussion, or are we done here?"
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Postby Prolieum » Fri Mar 25, 2016 7:36 am

Alderaan


Ra gave a slight smile. "Coruscant has lasted for millennia because it has been part of the Republic for millenia, Sith. The transports to the city come through our customs, our checkpoints, and are paid for by our people. The shippers are bulk traders and Republic-the latter will give you nothing, and the former know a bad deal when they see one. You Sith are rather infamous for snatching up a trader's property for the "Good of the Empire." Some will come, but not enough. Millions of ships come to the planet daily. Each one could have Jedi aboard, slipping onto your planet. The city is vast-too vast for you. Even now criminals will be seizing entire sectors, crime lords carving out little kingdoms. Your precious order will never come about, and you will drain yourself dry trying in vain. Coruscant is the centre of the galaxy, and all eyes watch the centre. They will see your failures-people starving, chaos reigning, the Dark Side impotent. What will you do? Empty your garrisons, pacify the entire planet? It would take tens of billions. Leave it be? The entire galaxy will see the inevitable outcome of Sith rule. Coruscant is a deathtrap. We have held it for millenia, and still struggle-you have held it for hours. Your choice lies before you-hold the planet, or keep your Empire. I suppose we will see if you value your bauble more than your survival.

Rising to her feet, the diminutive woman calmly left the room.

Amongst the Jedi, a pulse of rather un-Code-like anger could be cleanly felt. A young, black-haired woman's blue eyes flashed-Dar'Nala attempted to put a hand on her, but it was too late-the Knight drew on the Force and leapt forward with startling speed, saberstaff igniting in her hand, striking towards the Inquisitor.
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Postby Vaustein » Fri Mar 25, 2016 8:01 am

Orbit Over Cato Neimoidia

Prominent businesswoman Xalandra Nova stood within the command bridge of her Harbinger Class flagship, the Integrity, that the Republic had supplied her with, staring out at the planet below. Nova was known for her wide renowned cunning and masterful skills in the field of business and economics. Many republic economists and business experts before her had failed To negotiate economic and business deals with Cato Neimoidia, and thus the Republic had contracted Nova to help. Her personal protocol droid, V-3PO, entered the bridge and stood quietly beside her before speaking.

V-3PO: "Mistress Nova, we have just received reports that the Sith Empire has attacked and taken over the Republic capital world of Coruscant."

She seemed untouched by this news and her mouth remained closed, waiting for the droid to continue.

V-3PO: "Furthermore, reports show that the Jedi Temple has been destroyed and hundreds of Jedi slaughtered. Currently peace talks are being held on Alderaan between the Sith Empire and Republic. What is our course of action?"

Nova: She remained silent, looking through the viewport into open space before turning her gaze to her hired crew at the helm of the ship (she opted out of using Republic soldiers). "The Republic is as good as fallen. They have lost their capital and the brunt of their powerful Jedi. The Republic has allocated us this [Hammerhead Class] warship and two Corellian Cruisers [Consular Class], so we shall use them to our advantage. We are currently between the Inner Rim and Core Worlds, if we leave now we may be able to reach Kuat and take several more Republic Capital Ships to help us build my fleet. They should be in disarray so this should be easy enough." With that, she barked her orders to the helmsmen. "Input coordinates for the Kuat System and inform our escort cruisers as well. Once confirmed, make the jump immediately!"

Nova smiled to herself as the ships began to turn around and angle in the direction necessary to make the hyperspace jump. Soon enough, the familiar blue and white lines of light speed travel engulfed the view ports and they were well on their way to Kuat. Now she just needed to formulate an action plan that would allow her to disable the Republic forces long enough to steal at least a few more Harbinger (Hammerhead) Class cruises. She wanted a fleet and she wanted it now. She turned on her heel and exited the bridge to her personal quarters, drawing up hollo maps and creating plans of action.
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Postby Spindle » Fri Mar 25, 2016 8:07 am

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The Morningstar
Coruscant Orbit


Bella watched with a wary caution and an eager energy as a flight of fighters peeled off from one of the capital ships in orbit to form up alongside her. The message was clear: we're on to you. Don't try anything. After several seconds of tense waiting, a link lit up on her dashboard. Tapping on the accept key, the small, blue figure of an Imperial officer lighting up in her holoprojector.

"You are aware that this planet is under blockade?" The man asked, eyes skimming across her armour.

"Of course." Bella said, trying to make the words sound more natural than they felt, "Your people put out a bounty for this man. I think he's here and I'm here to find him."

Not technically a lie, but Bella still didn't feel fully comfortable with it. The man in front of her stared levelly at her for several pounding heartbeats, before nodding sharply and turning away. The fighters peeled away but still hovered some distance away from the Morningstar as it shot towards the planet below.

"Very well." The man said curtly, tapping on something out of view, "Your story checks out, although I don't know why you think he's here. Dumbest place in the galaxy to hide."

The transmission cut off and the fighters finally broke contact as the Morningstar hit the atmosphere, a sheathe of orange air building up around it. As she dropped towards the ground, Bella considered her options. She had a rough area where the Captain might be, centred around the Jedi Temple...or rather, the remains of the Jedi Temple. The Sith had done quite a thorough job of reducing it to rubble over the course of their attack.

Punching through the clouds of smoke and dust and leveling out, Bella searched the ground below for any signs of fighting. There! A flash below! And another. Green light whirling as a Jedi, apparently a Rodian, fought desperately to hold off the squad of troopers who were slowly beginning to surround him. Popping the cockpit's top, Bella clambered out onto the fuselage as the Morningstar continued to lose altitude, counting under her breath before jumping.

She knew she should have felt the wind tugging at her hair, pulling at her clothes and dragging at her body. She didn't. In her armour, she was safe from that. Safe from most of the things she should ever be worried about, she mused as she continued in her dive, minute bursts of the jump-jets steering her towards the Jedi and the men surrounding him. The ground was rushing up to meet her with startling rapidity when she finally activated the jump jets fully, a whoosh announcing her arrival to the Sith Troopers below her.

The first one to go down did so to pure momentum, bleeding away the last of her velocity as armoured boots met armoured head. The man crumpled to the ground as Bella dropped into a crouch and brought her pistols up, spitting at the faceless troopers. Two more went down before they had time to turn their weapons on her. A burst of the jump jets had her skidding behind a piece of rubble, a smoke grenade arcing over the top even as blaster fire sprang up around it. A grin touched her face as a loud banf heralded a cloud of choking, black smoke. They weren't going to have her suppressed.

As a bolt of lightening shot towards the Jedi from out of her periphery, Bella leapt over the rubble, armour squealing and sending up sparks as it grazed the rock, exploding out of the smoke into the troopers. A fist, enhanced by momentum, struck one in the faceplate with a crunch and he staggered back, clawing at the featureless visor. Turning to the trooper behind her, Bella grabbed his blaster and twisted it away, the crimson bolt going high over her head. Wrenching it out of his hand, she span, ducking low, and swept the legs out from underneath the trooper attempting to sneak behind her. The blaster barked, burning a neat hole in the man's arm, before something hit her from behind. Following through on the trooper's momentum, Bella flipped him and jerked her knee upwards. It caught him in the small of his back, denting his armour and causing him to collapse to his knees. The pistol whipped up and two shots barked, the trooper with the broken nose and the trooper in front of her slumping to the ground. Both were unconscious.
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Postby Kyraina » Fri Mar 25, 2016 9:02 am

Tyran Pavish


"I'm surprised you never heard of the Only Gray Jedi Master in the Jedi Order, I am Tyran Pavish." Pavish said with a smile and blocked each of the Power strikes and gave ground where he needed to. He went to swing his saber in a horizontal sweep from form 1 but put to much power do to the none exist weight of the Lightsaber. He cursed under his breath and turned his over balance into a forward roll and past the Sith Lord. A random Sith Warrior jumped in to attack him, Pavish brought his sword up in a parry but miscalculated the parry and the warrior's saber cut through Pavish's saber handle. He cursed and throw the ruined saber to the side. He preformed a massive force push sending the sith warrior flying and flew with bone crushing force into a temple wall.

"T21, get me my greatsword." Pavish yelled as he sent a combination of force lighting and push at Saevan at bay.

T21 stopped his repairs and went back inside the ship and retrieved Pavish's Greatsword and launched to him. Pavish jumped into the air and caught the Force-Imbued Jedi Greatsword and landed. The great sword gave of a Blue Hue and charged at Saevan, and brought the sword around in a massive and powerful sweep.


Benn Korr

Benn's head snapped to the side as a rock shot past his head. Benn glared at the man and brought the Saber Pike up in the traditional guard stance of the Temple Guard. He spun the saber pike and charged at Zeres. He wiped the pike around in a series of fast blows at Zeres before jumping back and unleashing a powerful but unconcentrated force push at Zeres.

Joseph Brightstar

Joseph sent several shots of his Blaster rifle towards some of the charging Sith till his energy pack was empty. He ejected the spent pack and put in another one, kneeled, and started taking accurate shots at other sith, and even at times shooting 4 bolts a piece at Zeres and Saevan.



Zarem

Zarem quickly gathered her things and led Nightshrike down a series of walkways and ladders, and tunnels till they arrived where to where ever they were. They were admitted into the building of the resistance. "Now who is this friend of your's? So i can look up the records." she said to Nightshrike as some of the resistance members gathered around the two.
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Postby The United States of American Patriots » Fri Mar 25, 2016 9:08 am

Nar Shaddaa

In a small apartment in Nar Shaddaa Bail Appo is waiting for payment from a messenger. Meanwhile he is polishing his blaster just in case he needs to use it. If the pay is short by just a credit then he is prepared. All of a sudden he hears a knock on the door. It is a Short lanky fellow.

¨I have your credits.¨ Said the Fellow. ¨Good, let me just count them and make sure that everything is in order.¨ Answered Bail. He notices that all the credits are there. ¨Good, tell your boss I thank him, you can leave now.¨ Said Bail.

Bail then goes out into the city to see if he can find more work. He notices some beggars and thugs, but nothing to unusual. He then walks into the local Cantina to play some Pazaak and to get a drink.
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Postby Laurvier » Fri Mar 25, 2016 12:03 pm

"You think that straddling both sides of the force makes you famous?" Saevan laughed. "That just makes you a hypocrite. Victory makes you famous. For victory you need power and one who does not fully immerse themselves in the dark will never wield true power. Until then you are nothing. Nobody." He explained while they fought.

Able to reach out with the force sensing danger, Saevan was able to bat away Joseph's shots as if they were nothing more than an annoyance. When Pavish sent a blast of force lightning Saevan caught it on his blade easily drawing the lightning to it and blocking the attack. With his force shield up, the push was blunted sending him sliding back a yard but otherwise still on his feet. "Impressive. But you'll have to do better." He commented then met the attacks from Pavish.

Like before, Saevan countered every strike with a quick counterattack of his own. At times following up with a strong power-strike. Now that Pavish's blade would no longer be weightless, his own strikes would now have the major advantage of speed. He recognized this and switched to the faster pace of Ataru form, trying to overwhelm Pavish with a sheer flurry of quick blows.
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Postby The Imperium Empires » Fri Mar 25, 2016 12:37 pm

He stares down his opponents, Kyro surrounded by sith and sith troopers . He is panting and then remarks well looks like we have an unfair fight on our hands. One of the sith troopers then says " what " Kyro the. Replies "well look there only 8 or so do you and one of me isn't that unfair" The sith troops gets angry and aims his gun.

Kyro can feel the sweat dropping from his forehead and he's stil freaking out. The first sith trooper launches a blast from his gun but Kyro deflects the blast in to the wall. Seconds later one of the sith slashes his blade right in front of Kyro but Kyro moves out of the way. He then stabs his lightsabere through the top of the siths head killing him. Kyro the. Jumps out of the way and starts running from the other attackers.

Kyro sees a pillar that is going to collapse he tricks the sith troopers into running under it then he brings it down on them. It crushes them unde a pile of rubble. Then the the Jedi realises there are still three sith Knights he has to fight.

He sends a force blast In one of their direction but the sith is nearly affected. The. One of the sith remarks " stood idiotic Jedi you aren't going to survive it's time your order perishes from the Galaxy. Kyro looks for a way out of this but realises it's fight or die.
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The first sith blasts force lightning at him , Kyro then collapses on the ground due to the pain.
One of the sith mocks him saying " the Jedi are weak and pathetic it'd high time you all died. Kyro could gpfee, the dark side closing in on him but he had no choice but to act in anger . He leaps in the air and actives his two Sabres bringing them down Ito the chests of two of three Sith Lords.
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Kyro stares down the last sith and there duel begins. First the sith blast lightning at Kyro in which he ducks, then Kyro kicks him but the sith avoids it and punches him. Kyro then flips back into the air and then runs at the sith spinning his two sbre staffs. He slashes the sighs arm off and the. Beheads him. Kyro stands there panting , breathing heavily then he looks at the ruins of the Jedi temple thinking " is this truly the end for us. Has our time come.
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Postby The Imperium Empires » Fri Mar 25, 2016 1:40 pm

After having dealt with those sith Kyro runs into another section of the Jedi temple but gets blasted by lightnig in the back sending him into a bookcase. The sith Shimera was responsible for the blast of lightning. Kyro gets back up and sees a guy called Adler battling sith troopers nearby. The injured Kyro gets up and helps Adler battle the sith troopers,
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Postby Prolieum » Fri Mar 25, 2016 1:49 pm

Aerosteel Crash Site


Zeres was surprised by Korr’s sudden assault, and stayed on the defensive, quickly backstepping, pivoting to his right, to try for a slash when the man slid back, and unleashed a wave of Force energy at him. Completing his pivot, Zeres expected to dodge the blast entirely, and was surprised as the energy forced him to stumble backwards-the young Jedi clearly had power, but not precision. As Ben re-entered the fight, Zeres feinted high to drive him back as he caught his balance, then engaged blow-for-blow, slowly retreating before the strikes, parrying rather than blocking, using a minimum of energy, and subtlety moving the fight towards where Sevrean and Pavish engaged.

"Resistance" Base


Nightshrike inspected the area, his head remaining still, seeming to stare straight ahead, but his helmet’s viewscreen taking in every detail. Not much of a resistance. The girl had spunk, and she seemed to know some military types, but half the people here were teenagers, probably Senators’ or bureaucrats’ kids, who would not know an insurrection if it tapped them on the shoulder. Still, there was potential. On Nar Shadaa, he had tried this, once. Insurrection against the Hutts. It failed. Oh, at the beginning things were going wonderfully-four major spice traders shut down in a week, dozens of muggings stopped, a shipment of Hutt arms captured, families aided-they were making a difference, and within a month they had almost cleaned up their sector of Nar Shadaa. That was when he had learned that success can be as deadly as failure. The Hutts had lost business, a lot of business, and they were not happy about it. All he and his troupe had succeeded in doing was uniting the crime lords against them. His comrades were slaughtered-civilians as well, and by the time it had ended, things were worse than when they had started. He had no illusions that anything different would happen here. Zereb asked him as to the man he wanted found. “Joseph Brightstar. Republic Special Forces. I need his full record-commendations, blemishes, everything. You have military here-they can get the files.”

Jedi Temple


Shimera grinned as his bolt sent the Rodian flying, and prepared another strike when a great whoosh echoed through the chamber-a Mandalorian, female, it seemed, crashed down on the soldiers, and swiftly began carving through them. Shimera grinned-impressive. Most Mandalorians remained allied with the Empire, but this one seemed to have a problem. The soldiers were fodder anyway-but he would relish the opportunity to see what could be made of the new arrival. Glancing behind him, he bit back a curse-it seemed his apprentice had disappeared again, just when he needed her. Concentrating briefly to send her a summons through the Force, he looked up to see the Rodian rushing towards the troopers-coming from the centre of the room, with Adler near cover on the edge, he would have them flanked. Not that he cared. Grinning again, he cast both hands forward, unleashing a wide torrent of lightning to cover the entire area. Sure, he would hit some of the troops nearest Kyro, but he would hit the Jedi as well, and that was all that mattered.
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