Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant
Sith Temple
Razielle
As Adrasteia knelt in meditation, a dark shape approached. Over his masters shoulder, the hellion Orocus Miliard watched with burning white eyes as holographic images of Sith across the Galaxy flickered to life. He thought back to times when he had called himself a Jedi, and knew then how foolish he had been. The startling efficiency with which the Sith were able to quell any insurgency was proof, if any was needed, that they had grown to far-surpass their noble allies. If anything, this dual attack seemed like the last flailing throes of a fatally wounded beast, struggling desperately to glean some measure of victory, however small, from a conflict that was already lost.
Darth Molior
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(7/28/07 10:49 am) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant The Depths
There were many things to this city planet, this jewel of the core worlds, that many knew little of. Layer upon layer of the city rose up from the darkness, the uppermost reaches innumerable kilometers above what had once been the surface. What had once been a living, breathing planet had been changed into something different. Twenty stories down from the uppermost reaches the light started to dim and the middle classed reigned. Fifty stories down and artifial light was the rule, rather than the exception, those without the means to live in sunlight forcing a living out of the unliving duracrete of the city. One hundred stories down scuttled the denizens of the underworld, smugglers, spice dealers, slavers and the filthy rabble who clung to life this far beneath the upper crust of the 'jewel' that was Coruscant.
Three hundred stories down, give or take, as at that point the differences between stories lost their clear distinction, Darth Molior lurked in the shadows that were the heart of Coruscant. Mere layers above where the earth itself lay, she still had been unable to crack the maze that were these lowest levels of the city's filth. No sentient beings resided here, instead, monstrous nightmares of mutated beings made what little life they could. It was here that Molior searched for secrets long forgotten, not only by the rest of the beings who called Coruscant their home, but also by the Sith and the Jedi. It had been mere accident that brought her into these depths the first time, and pure design that kept her coming back again and again. The Council knew little of her efforts here, and for the moment, she kept it that way.
But there were stirrings in these deepest bones of the Coruscant city.
Molior looked up into the darkness. Nothing could be seen this deeply of the upper reaches, but the vibrations seemed to reach her even here. Unlike the upper layers, where chaos always ruled, this deep there was a certain dark serenity to the shadows. And even the barest of changes one these levels was felt throughout.
The increasing pockets of chaos in the aboveworld was enough to distract the Sith from her self appointed mission.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant
It was chaos.
For all the Jedi had tried to ensure that the people of Coruscant did not take matters into their own hands, they could not control every variable. Threatened with the prospect of war, the people would do as they were want to do, and in many cases that meant defending their homes with force. Those amongst them who were predisposed to violence – and make no mistake, on a world so dense as Coruscant they were in great numbers – had taken to the streets. Some did not even know what they were fighting for or against, and even more did not care. Mob-mentality was such that they would go wherever the tide took them, with torches blazing and pitchforks held high, metaphorically speaking.
Hayden Hinata had been one of the Jedi Knights sent to monitor and guide those people who no longer wished to be ruled by Governor Wayne. It had been a tricky job. At first, the people seemed to be no more receptive to the Jedi than the Sith. In many instances, they saw both factions of selfish and wanted to be rid of them both. The war of the Force was not something that touched their lives and Hayden could empathize strongly with their desire to simply be without being dragged into such extra-galactic conflicts. He remembered the face of one woman in particular, weeping for the death of her husband. She did not care who ruled Coruscant now, so long as the conflict ended.
The Jedi Investigator stalked through the streets, against the current of people on the move. He could sense darkness somewhere up ahead and a sudden mass cry, of fear or anger, seemed to confirm his suspicions. On instinct, he brought his saber to hand and ignited the blade – in turn, setting alight the anger of those around him. Just as the blade was a mark of the Jedi Council, so it in turn represented the Sith. One man, furious at the sight of the blue beam, lunged for him with a snarl. Hayden cut the power to the weapon as he jumped aside, but it was too late. They had seen it, and they knew what he was.
Edited by: Hayden Hinata at: 7/28/07 11:25 am
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant - Sith Temple
While chaos reigned through the city and hyperspace, the great hall of the New Sith Temple was, by contrast, calm and quiet as a tomb. Save for a solitary figure in black prowling through the massive columns, that is. Serapis had come back to Coruscant with Lady Razielle in order to continue his schooling in the unseen arts. While she was being attended by her official apprentice, he was set to patrol the main level of the temple.
Serapis didn't like it here. There was something about the former Jedi Temple that was so cold and so... so sterile. It was as if the muted light that entered the marble halls through vaulted windows served to eradicate any feeling whatsoever. And the silence - the silence was stifling. It was not like the serene quiet of the desert or an ancient tomb. It was rather like the contempt-filled silence of a superior who had a few choice words to say to his underling, but had chosen instead to simply glare.
The anzat knew that many spirits of the Jedi still haunted this place. It was clear that he, and the order he served, were not welcome here.
Nonetheless, Serapis swallowed his discomfort and did his duty without question, now more than ever. Being an apprentice, he was not privy to the details of the arising conflict, but he knew enough. Uprisings in the streets of the capitol; Coruscant and Korriban under Jedi assault. Serapis felt the rage build in him at the fact that both of the places he had truly called 'home' were under attack, and his grip tightened around the hilt of his lightsaber. He restrained the urge to fight, however, and continued his patrol.
The knights and masters would handle the battle outside. His duty remained here. If the Jedi make it this far, he thought, I'll be ready.Edited by: Serapis Reijaan at: 7/28/07 11:47 am
Sheets pure as white surrounded her sleeping figure, silent was the breezes that swept within the large open windows. With each wisp they caught the lissome draperies and sent winds of the lake air to finally stir the Sith Lordess from her dreams and to the new day. Hand moved gracefully to her side- to touch her love, Brayden. But rather then the warmth of his skin, she touched but empty air. The feel of simply the cool emptiness escaping her outstretched hand awakened Sky completely from the passing night.
Only moments did she wonder of his whereabouts, for loneliness granted such depth within the spirit that never could be filled in the presence of another. She did love the Master Jedi, however, and together they had decided to live on Naboo and not allow their disputing orders to dictate who they were with. Though her presence of Naboo did jeopardize the Jedi- and if ever the restrictive order discovered that Brayden had brought her here to live... well, it would be the Jedi- and not her- to pay the price.
Of course there was always the obscure reasons fueled by the dark of her wishing to live again on the planet that was once home to her so long ago... and those aims did not include the sentiment of love.
Standing up she headed nude toward the secluded lake, for a swim in its crisp waters. Always did the wild call to her- it's innate chaos entwined within her own. For even here upon Naboo, the rage of nature could not be subjugated by the lightsiders and their imprudent doctrines.
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(7/28/07 2:06 pm) Reply
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KORRIBAN
Steanaler watched from the hull as the bombardment continued. In his own mind he was so excited he could barely contain himself. This had been the day he had dreamed about since he was a boy. Today he would receive vengeance on those who took his family from him.
His thoughts ventured to the squadrons that had just been realized. Metran was with them. Stean wished he was out there too. But the knight had to wait. Niko would be landing soon and Stean had to be ready to go with the secondary landing party. In order for this whole operation to work, the Jedi here on Korriban had to keep all of the sith busy.
Stean would be ready, as soon as Niko gave the word, Stean would be ready.
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(7/28/07 2:33 pm) Reply
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The Coruscant wind had stopped blowing. As for a little over a week he had been disguised as nothing more than a stupid beggar...a homeless man. Wandering the streets of Coruscant. He Masked his force signature for a whole week. There were others who were on planet. But location wise he was sure to find out. He stood up from his current position which was on the ground next to a building. A case in front of him...in which a few people had thrown some money into. He shivered slightly as the weather had taken its toll on him. The rain in past few days. The sun was out...though he still shivered. Only by rubbing his own shoulders could he find warmth.
Yet now was not the time...the attack had already begun...the time to move was now. He grabbed his cane and began...to walk forward heading to a different part of the city. As he moved rather slowly he could sense the presence of a good friend of his. Corringath Ventraas...Great Veteran Master of Council. He continued to walk the streets until he came to a halt...and could see his old friend...a few feet away.
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(7/28/07 2:43 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)"Hmmm...."
Peiori had felt her presence long before he had felt her skin. Taking in the warmth of his bloodied goddess and adding his own warmth to her, Peiori leaned back, though he was the taller of the two, until his head rested on her shoulders. Looking up at the battered shield, Peiori knew that it would hold, and thus didn't seem to worry. He could only feel the coming opposition and their mutual devotion to one another, mingling together in a surge of Dark Side energy. Peiori was content for the moment, with the coming battle and the arms of his love surrounding him, but he knew, at an instinctive, primal level, that this would not be enough.
He needed blood.
"Yes...Yes my dear... We shall, in fact, make them wish they had never, ever attacked us here! Our homeland! Our true jewel, no matter what the others say. For as long as we have Korriban, we are invincible. Will you join me???"
His grin widened; and he changed. The dark energies of Korriban, the ghosts of Sith were encompassing the planet like never before, and it showed in the youth. His red eyes, normally dark crimson when calm, bright red when excited or feral, were now flickering between the two, not out of ambivalence, by like a powerful flame that continued to flash it's brilliance to the world. Yes, Peiori Caligga was immersed in the darkness of the realm around him, a true avatar of the dark side.
His temperment only drove him deeper into the dark side when he saw a single blip of a powerful laser hit somewhere in the distance of the Shield. This flame in his eyes suddenly flickered, almost danced, with new fury, his mouth turned into an angered frown, his eye sank animalistically into his skull, the rage almost thick enough to strangle most that were unprepared for it. "ThE vAlLeY?" His voice seemed to fluctuate with the power of the dark side coursing through him, and his anger spiked. The Valley of the Dark Lords was Korriban's most precious and prized area for the Sith; where the most powerful of the ancient darths were entombed, and lent their power to any they felt worthy, and killing those they thought less. Peiori wouldn't have it!!!
"RRRRAAGGHH!!! THOSE JEDI INFIDELS!! TO THINK THAT THEY EVEN HAVE THE MISGUIDED HUBRIS TO THINK THEY CAN OFFEND US SO!!"
Peiori's mind raced, his spiritual connection to the dark side of the Force shooting outward from his body to any of his fellows Sith brothers and sisters on Korriban (ALL SITH)
THEY ARE ATTACKING THE VALLEY!! THE SHIELDS...ATTACKED...DEFEND THE BURIAL OF OUR ANCESTORS!! IT IS YOUR DUTY!!!!
Pulsing, the veins o his neck throbbing and protruding unnaturally from his skin, Peiori on Ciara, and joined their lips in the most forceful, feral, down right primal kiss in the midst of his feelings. both had a slight trickle of blood in the end. The master, focusing on the danger of the coming battle, curbed his feelings of lust, feelings he had felt were less important compared to the will to dominate (as he needed now), and after holding her gaze with his fire-imbued eyes for a pair of seconds, turned away and began to walk, his very voice quivering with the dark. His feet crunched on the sand, and a strange aura around him seemed to cause the ambient air to quake and quiver, like what someone sees in the illusion of smoldering heat. Peiori was inflamed, metaphysically, by the throes of the darkside he had bent to his will. His voice, seemingly more calm now, seemed to radiate still with the same amount of infuriated, twisted power.
"HEHEHEHAHAHA!! My beloved...If you were to join me, I would be most, hehehehe, most , hehe, honored by your presence...With me at your side, and the two of us confronting them, the Jedi will rue this day!! For now, however, they are coming."
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban
Crap... she muttered to herself, her X-wing left propulsion booster overheating just as she came out of hyperspace over Korriban. What she would not pay to have Surge about now, for she was but a mere shadow of his piloting skills. The small ship started to pivot in a circular motion- one would say spinning out of control- but hell, she was not about to think thoughts of doom just yet.
Another crash tore within her ears, as a sudden up and down movement plummeted her overpriced piece of junk X-wing into a sudden spiral downwards.
Ok... now is the time to think those thoughts of the end of the line.
The sudden impending impact would unnerve anyone, though Midnight truly started freaking out considering her acrophobia kicking in as she caught sight of the planet. Fumbling with the comm, she tried to keep her head as she spoke to any Jedi who could pick up her signal.
"My ship is experiencing... slight malfunction. I could use assistance about now..."
Cool, calm collected. Exactly how one should be in order to survive such a situation. Ah fuck who was she kidding, she truly was going to die.
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Jack had recieved his Master's message,
//The jedi have attacked coruscant. You will be needed to arive with my men from Ziost and Alit. You are to go ground side immediatly with my troops and assist the sith already there... Await for me there before starting hunting.//
The thought of being allowed to hunt down Jedi with his family gave him and extra boost of adrenelane. He sat in his Basilisk War Droid, finishing it's launch preps, before he began getting his things and calling Alit and Hitura to began their decent to Coruscant. Jack looked through his arsenal that pack in his War Fighter, his Blasters and Repeaters were locked and secure in their places. His favorite Double Barreled Mandolarian Repeater, and his Sith-Soldier Battle Cannon were remoded for this battle, not only the Sith but their supports would be in his way.
After finishing his own preps he sent his messages to Hitura and Alit. To Alit he spoke through her mind using the Force.
//Alit...Come to me. We must go to Father.//
He knew Alit would folow to him easily, she was more adepted at finding her Vod then anyone. He pulled down a small com link from the over head of his Basilisk's cabin, calling to the communicator he gave to Hitura.
"Kiffar...are you there? Come in Hitura. Time to live up to your half of our pact...Come to the hanger and be ready to lift off to Coruscant. We're going Jedi Sluaghtering, Kiffar..."
Jack waited for the two to meet up with him so that they could follow Fidelis' orders, and assist their fellow Sith and their soldiers.
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Hitura recieved his communication in the middle of meditation and initially began to think she was going crazy, since it seemed as if her chest was talking. After a moment she remembered she had placed the comm device there and fished it out.
"Call me Kiffar again and you will be recieving this communicator up your ass. I have a name, dont dishonor me by calling me by my race. Ill be there shortly."
Hitura stood and looked around her room. She had no weapons at the moment. She would have to make due with her wit on the battle field.
Slowly she strode down to the transport, keeping an eye out for Sandrius. God knew that if she could find him she would drag him along. Once at the hangar, she boarded the ship and strapped herself down, ready to go.
(wrong account, no time to change, just deal with it.)
Edited by: Adel Siaden at: 7/28/07 4:17 pm
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)In Space above Korriban
Through the Force Niko was keeping a close watch on the shields for any sign that a potential insertion point would form. His cloaked raid was bordering the edge of the atmosphere simply waiting for its moment of action. “There at the very edge of the valley an opening will form soon, just big enough for us to land be ready for my orders.”
“Sir incoming distress call, a Jedi pilot is in trouble and requests immediate assistance.” Came the pilots voice as Niko was about to turn to ready his soldiers.
A Jedi was in trouble and Niko’s heart ached that to carry out his mission he would have to ignore her calls for help. If he lowered the cloak to launch rescue craft there plan to make it planet side would fail. Turning back to the pilots “Stay on course unfortunately we can’t help her, if we do our lives and plan’s are forfeit. Stay ready for my command to land the opening will appear soon.”
Making his way into the back Niko took a moment to look at the faces of all his soldiers, trying to commit each of their faces to his memory. “A opening will be appearing soon in the shields and we will be making planet fall. The Sith are incensed at our actions here, they will be coming with all the dark forces they have at their command at us. From the spirits of the Sith that are long dead, to many other dark forces that we are not even aware of. We must stand strong, work together, and carry out our objectives. May the Force be with each of you.”
Turning back to the cockpit Niko gave a simple order “Begin planet fall the opening is forming.”
Axelyn MenWatha Jedi Padawan
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(7/28/07 5:22 pm) Reply
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Axelyn was in awe at the scope of it all. Frankly, he was honored that his master thought that he was far enough along in his training to bring him along on this extremely important mission. Yet, in his mind, he felt that there was something distinctly un-Jedi-like about this operation. It was too overt, too brazen. It was much too similar to the way the Sith ran things.
Shrugging away such thoughts, he took scope of the soldiers that lay before him. His was not an essential part of the plan, but it was important. He was to support and re-enforce Niko's troops. He took stock of his own squad, and then silently nodded to them. He opened his mind to the Force, allowing it to create a bridge between his mind and his masters.
"We are awaiting your signal, master. May the Force be with us all."
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Silently- and a bit impatiently- she awaited a response. None came.
No surprise considering it seemed the Jedi almost did not even know she existed. Always was she overlooked- and now would be no exception. But yet she had some luck- the alternate side of her ship overheated and exploded and so at least now the spiral downward stopped the unrelenting circular amusement simply to slow to a straight descent to death.
She was not in the atmosphere yet- so there was still hope to fix her X-wing and regain some control over her ship herself. Quickly did she slip into the astro-suit and helmet before going to the outerside- the abyss of space staring her in the face as she climbed over the hard surface to the malfunctioning pieces. Eyes closed tightly as her hands guided her across- for if she was too look down surely she would go berserk from her fear of heights. Of course an annoying beeping started sounding in her helmet, enough so that finally she took a peek around her.
The ship- no longer safely in space- but rather in serious danger of being caught in the gravitional pull of Korriban and being sucked down into a smashing death. Of course- she would probably burn in the descent before hitting the ground... still not a pleasant way to go.
And so the young Knight did the only thing she could. Cut the safety rope and pushed away from the ship moments before it got caught in the pull. And now there she was- floating without a ship, in space, in the middle of a battle, with no controls in her astro-suit to control her movements and whereabouts.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant
A shuttle flew over the mass of violence, and a spark in the air announced that an ejection had taken place. An object smoked in the air for a few seconds, and plummeted, unseen, its path now not made so visible after the smoke had diffused. A parachute popped open near the skyline, and quickly faded out of view behind the buildings as a Jedi padawan touched down, quickly escaping the safety seat's harnesses to make his way towards the city.
There were Jedi here, and there was an extremely large grouping of people here with the crimson tint much like that he had observed from the Sith, if not nearly so well contained. There were specks of brightness in the mass--that would be where the Jedi were. Doubtless, with that much aggression in their vicinity, the Jedi could use all the help they could get--which was precisely the mission on which the Miraluka had been sent.
Without a lightsaber, he was not marked as a Jedi by any means. But nonetheless, a Force sensate would have little trouble distinguishing his cool head and aim to protect from the surrounding anger and bloodlust. Going with the flow of the tide of flesh and bone, he headed towards the first speck of light he could find, keeping awareness about him in case someone should decide the man with the blindfold might be fun to hit.
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Water dripped slowly downwards across her body as she stepped from the shores. Though the young Lordess should have felt invigorating by the rush of cool air against her flesh, all she could think about was the absence of feeling coming from this planet. Yet, she could not pinpoint the never yielding suspicion that something was to come on this day.
Drying off she put on some poised Nabooian fabrics- making her the image of the civilians that strode the streets of Theed. There were very few she had to avoid of the Jedi, knowing her face without question. However any who gaze fell across the streets would not stop to assume her feminine figure adorned in typical attire a threat. Rather simply a twenty-something female, out on the town to squander away earning on the luxuries of the commoners. Though it was not simply 'class' that Sky viewed the peasants as- for even the queen and the elite was as such to her. Pawns to be played, mattering little whether life or death caressed their existence. The only time they began to matter was when- and if- they could influence her own power and goals. But here and now, the citizens were simply a fabric themselves that Sky could use to better conceal herself from the Jedi. And therefore they were better alive at the moment.
Not for long will she have to walk among the shadows though...
The sun began its high ascent to above the city of Theed, thriving within life itself. But the closer she came to the Jedi threshold, the more she felt an 'absence'. Light had faded... something was amiss. Normally so many Jedi swarmed in the halls of the Temple that they casted an overwhelming blinding light over the landscape. But now? She walked without the burden. The Jedi were gone- not all, but most. And the memory of her waking alone- Brayden gone as well, without even saying why. Something big was being planned. The extent of the truancy could only mean an attack on one of their planets- which she would have already known- or an attack on the Sith. And so the goodhearted strike- the pacifists no longer sit idle.
But in their absence, the integrity is compromised. And so she would finally have her fun.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)In Space Above Korriban
As the cloaked raider began its descent Niko felt a change in the Force presence of the Jedi in trouble. She was free floating in space. “Change course and open the docking bay door, we’re going to scoop up the Jedi on our decent. As soon as she is within the ship close the doors and continue to our landing site.”
“Sir if we capture her like that at these speeds she’ll be killed.”
“Let me worry about that, just follow my orders.” Niko left the cockpit and headed down to the docking bay. If his plan worked the ship would scoop her up into the cargo hold without breaking their cloak or changing their course too much. Once in the cargo bay Niko watched the Jedi Knight in the Force as she approached the doors. The pilots made adjusted the ships trajectory so the Jedi would enter the docking bay without slamming into the hull of the ship. As she passed through the atmosphere shield Niko reached out with the Force to catch her slowing her down to match speed with the ship and hopefully land softly on the floor.
Once the Jedi was aboard the raider continued it’s decent, breaking the atmosphere and heading to the small breach that began to form in the shield. In a matter of moments they would be on the ground and beginning the ground assault.
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(7/28/07 7:01 pm) Reply
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Maleficus watched as a landing craft shot through the thick cloud and plummeted towards the ground. He smiled, running towards the craft's destination, sith soldiers struggling to keep up with his force assisted speed.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Sith Temple
Coruscant
Adrasteia remained still deep into a meditative trance, connected to her scattered Brethren through the frosted pull of the darkside. She had long since risen from the seat, set aside for her use in the Council chambers. The seer had move to the transparasteel windows, apparently gazing out across the stretching distance. Her hands were upon the glass, her forehead rested against her own mirrored likeness, but no one present could say for certain what the Knight was now seeing. Her own likeness? The Coruscant landscape? Or a distant battle, waged on the planet that was the seat of the Sith's legacy..
Vaguely she was aware of her apprentice Orocus beside her and was called from her vision, back to the here and now. Feeling displaced from the constant battle of keeping her mind open to any an all threats was beginning to wear on her. She clutched the arm or Orocus as she moved to report what she was seeing. She turned from the window, addressing the Sith at large, those on board the Leviathan, those present, those on Korriban..
"The Jedi fleet continues to bombard the Valley.. If the control ship is not taken out of the equation immediately they will have a chance at weakening the defenses long enough to begin sending landing parties. The Valley is their target, they seek to eradicate us at the seat of our power."
If the Jedi did manage to make landfall, the fight would not last long. Korriban would not tolerate the presence of the Jedi and would fight back on her own. Massacre.. utter destruction and death awaited those who stepped foot on the surface. The blood of the Jedi would saturate the dusty soil, waking things long dead, attracting the attention of things that craved flesh and adding potency to the power of the Sith..
"There is a strong Jedi presence here as well, though they are attempting a bit more discretion in this case. Not only are they moving about war-mongering, trying to incite the populace to rebellion, they are moving freely about the lower levels, using the the people as a smoke screen for their cowardice."Edited by: Lady Razielle at: 7/28/07 7:12 pm
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant
Making his way through the mob, Enset came to one of the points of Light, finding him actively being fought by the group. He did indeed have a lightsaber, but he was not using it--so much the better--and was beginning to be inundated and overtaken by the sheer numbers. Using a series of fast hand-grab techniques with one hand, he pushed a few of the people away, to give him a little metaphorical breathing room.
And Hayden heard over the din, a man say, "Sir! I am here to help!"
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Steph had managed to go into a little day dream, images of her sledgehammer bludgeoning many heads of the Jedi, brains oozing and blood spewing out of cracked skulls but there was no point in thinking about it when she should be doing it. Swiftly she left the central chamber and the temple, sledgehammer in hand and with her knife and lightsaber on her belt if she felt the need to use them and she mostly would if she over indulged in the act of headbutting.
She could already see a craft breaking through the atmosphere and crashing into the planet's surface and also Maleficus running to greet them at tremendous speed, she almost laughed at the Sith soldiers lagging behind but now wasn't the time for humour it was the time for some good old violence and she too broke into a force aided sprint towards the craft.
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C'orringath turned slowly on that cold, Coruscanti sidewalk, only to see the disguised but familiar spirit, Kahne Porte. C'orringath nodded lightly in acknowledgment as he saw him approach, but soon turned back to the streets of Coruscant. Sounds indicated that the Sith were almost done suppressing the initial rioting. At the same time, he could feel other Jedi...They weren't in the best situation at the moment. C'orringath could feel stress and strain, along with the movements, angered movements, of others.
"Yes...It is." C'orringath smiled lightly.
In any case, master Porte...I feel a disturbance; something is wrong with other Jedi on this planet! We should meet up with them and further discuss our actions. This is impromptu, but I will not leave them behind. Of course, we lay low...
With that, the cane-bearing Jedi master began to set off towards the Force disturbance. There wasn't much else to be done or said at that moment, even to Kahne. All that mattered was helping their allies and finding a way to complete the mission C'orringath had set out to complete.
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(7/28/07 9:29 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)C'orringath has begun. Now, it is my turn.
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Seventeen kilometres of pure death.
Well, it would be if he was a Sith, at the very least. It wasn't classed a Star Defender for nothing. This ship was large, it had escorts, and it came out of hyperspace in battle formation with a rather good purpose. From the void came the Viscount-class Star Defender Relentless, and the bunches of ships around it. Two MC-80 cruisers, four MC-40a light cruisers and five Corellian Corvettes all formed up in a staggered skirmish line with the largest ship right in the middle; one MC-40a to either side with an MC-80 even further out than that, with the Corvettes forming a 5-pointed star around the Relentless. All of the ships began turning broadside-on to the planet to prevent a flanking maneuver doing excessive damage and to bring the majority of their firepower to bear.
The fleet had been lying in wait in a nearby system; a tight-beamed communication told the fleet it was time to move, and with a micro-jump, they had managed to get to their destination in a relatively short amount of time. There was no sign of the Sith's Leviathan - Relen hoped it was at Korriban, so it would not come here.
Fighters began swarming from the hangars of the Mon Calamari craft, five wings of craft in total; X-Wings, A-Wings, B-Wings, Y-Wings and E-Wings all forming up to prepare for what would be one of the most difficult battles in Jedi history. There was no mistake; Coruscant was a well-defended planet. One Jedi just hoped that the intended objectives of the ground team were accomplished soon enough. He needed it done, after all.
Relen Aresis, standing on the bridge of the Relentless in his usual robes, watched the looming figure of Coruscant. Their fleet was large, and the military power of the Sith around Coruscant was immense. However, the Knight knew that this battle would not be easy. Nor would it be without losses. He just hoped the upgraded shields and guns - a trade for a wing of fighters - of the Viscount-class would hold against a massive onslaught.
"Remember, we do not want collateral damage! Minimize risk to the civilian populace and try to make clean kills with clear explosions to prevent debris hitting the surface! May the Force be with us all!"
Soon, the battle would be joined, the Knight mused as his fingers steepled together as he took his seat in the command chair.
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(7/28/07 10:12 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)In Space Above Korriban w/ Niko
Katrina had been sitting in the back the whole time quietly. They hadn’t even landed yet and already she could feel the hatred and suffering coming from the planet. It would only get worse once they actually landed. She was going to have to think happy thoughts just to keep herself sane. She had to come back home because Kahne would be looking for her. Katrina was determined to not let the hated of the planet get to her.
She didn’t even know the Jedi that she was with. Shaking her head she sighed. Katrina didn’t regret coming up it was a little annoying how her and Kahne were sent to different planets. She however waved it off as the best thing because that way neither of them could get in each others way.
Before they landed Katrina finally spoke to the fellow jedi that she had been traveling with. “Sorry for not introducing myself before. I’m Katrina Garnier. I think maybe we ought to try to stick together. If we go off by ourselves they will be more likely to gain up on us.”
She smiled and nodded thinking about how quickly things changed in her day to day live. Yesterday she was trying on wedding dresses and today she was going into battle. It was funny how things had changed so drastically.
She took a deep breath and let it out trying to calm herself down. She knew that they would be landing soon and after that who knows what would happened. Katrina sent a message though the force to Kahne hoping he would get it. “Please be safe Kahne. I’ll see you soon on Naboo. I love you.” She than hid her force signature so that she wouldn’t attract attention to herself.
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(7/28/07 10:28 pm) Reply
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)" Sir an opening is forming near the valley."
The sound of his Captain's voice interrupted Steanalers thoughts. This was both good and bad news. Good, in that they would finally land soon, bad in that the Valley was filled with the darkness. Steanaler hoped that it would not be too much for the Jedi. It seemed the valley was the source of power for the Whole of Korriban.
" Captain revert all fire to the valley. Forget the temple, we have to destroy the valley. If we don't we may suffer a worse fate then anyone could imagine."
The Captain's eyes told Steanaler the he wanted to know what that fate was, but his training did not permit him too.
" Yes sir, reverting all fire to the Valley."
Again the lasers moved. It was slighter then the first one, but it was made clear that they were all at the Valley, not the temple. Stean hoped he was making the right choice.
" And Captian, put the secondary troops on stand by. They have to be ready to launch when Commander Niko gives the word. I'm putting you in command when i go down to the planet, don't fail me."
" Dont worry about me sir, Give those sith a run for their money."
Stean smiled at the Captian. He knew that he wouldn't let Stean down.
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