Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban Niko Brix & Axelyn MenWatha
The storm that brewed in the Korriban skies was not one of the planet's creation, but rather that of its inhabitants. The rocks and sand from the dry surface gathered in the swirling winds, making a speedy travel quite difficult. This was the case, at least, for those without the knowledge of the Force.
Jehovah sped across the landscape, arriving at the Valley as the first ship touched ground. He refused to yield to the oncoming storm, using his mind to clear a path through his brethren's trap.
Hundreds of troopers, led by several obvious Jedi, piled from the carrier's interior. They began to open fire on the Sith soldiers, and the Sith themselves, their training not matching that of his own Council's army. The apprentice leapt from the speeder as it approached the first opponents, landing gently on his feet. In a second, the hilt of his new saber was in his hand, but he did not activate it just yet.
He ran through the hordes of soldiers, sparing their lives. He had no interest in these incompetent beings. Another Sith, the petite sledge-hammer wielding female he recognized from the Council, was causing enough chaos to cover his approach. The Jedi army began to break up, giving Jehovah a chance at two lightsaber carrying leaders. He finally activated his own weapon, the red blade piercing the air. Opening himself up to the darkside, he stood still, challenging the two Jedi.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban w/Niko
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As the two massive armies collided, Axelyn could feel the collective cries of the dead and wounded through the Force. It was overwhelming at first, requiring conscious effort for the young changeling to suppress them. Only when he did so did he truly realize where he was, and what the situation called for. Suddenly, his lightsaber flew into his hand, the silver template color of his blade sprang to life. He cut down two Sith soldiers who brought their swords to bear, and then impaled another one who was trying to attack from behind.
In the confusion of the battle, he shifted into a form similar to that of a non-descript Sith trooper, and began cutting them down, one by one. But out of the corner of his eye, he spied the activation of a blood red lightsaber. Shifting back to his template form, he moved towards his master, Niko Brix. Saber still activated, he eyed their would-be attacker.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)KORRIBAN Axelyn MenWatha
"Indeed you have," came the cold voice of the apprentice. He slowly stalked toward the lesser of the two, one that appeared to be a Shi'ido. His appearance could change, but his connection to the Force could not.
Jehovah had never battled two Jedi at once, but was not opposed to doing such. He had learned that the trick lay in separating the companions, especially when two shared a bond as strong as Padawan and Master. Take the weaker first, always keeping him between himself and the Master. The young Sith could handle this, the chaos around him providing the distractions he needed to be victorious. And soon, he was sure one of his own brethren would find himself nearby and relieve him of one of his opponents.
He continued to step forward, approaching the Jedi with caution. Jehovah knew never to underestimate his enemy, but also to never underestimate his own abilities. He had learned much under Molior's tutelage, and today he would make her proud. With a sudden motion, he flew toward the Padawan, bringing his saber crashing down from above his head, using both hands for extra power. The battle had begun.
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A laugh erupted in the backdrop as Sophia reached for her nonexistent ligthsaber as she spun on a sharp heel to face the darkness, the thought of her not even owning a lightsaber then hit her as she looked into the void of light to see her master, Kyp Zeth Durron, his robes over his clothes as he stepped out of the darkness of the ship and into the light. A blue light exploded in the background as the Jedi Padawan, Bryan started to run towards the Jedi Knight which now stood beside Sophia, barley catching him by the collar she stopped him just before he tool off to attack him. With a calm tone Sophia spoke to Bryan, her hand leaving his collar. “He is my Master, Kyp. He is a good friend of mine, too and would never hurt a friend of mine, unless the said friend was a Sith, then I would have been drugged.” She said as she laughed at the situation. Looking back at Bryan as he had a look of embarrassment enveloped his face, then words stumbled out.
“Sir...Master Jedi, Kyp Zeth Durron, I am sorry.” He pleaded as he dis activated his lightsaber and sat down on a bench that was sitting near the controls.
With a reluctant smile, Sophia patted him on the back. “Kyp, I hope you will know how to handle this ruffian properly. As any Jedi should.” She said as she almost burst out with laughter at the misfortune of Bryan. “No, Bryan. I am really sorry, but I think that Kyp owes the explanation...Kyp, how in the name of the Code did you get onto Bryan’s ship without us knowing it?!” She asked as she sat near Bryan.
Sitting on the cushion that made the small bench she could feel her body making an impression in the bench’s comfortable cushion. And with a hand running along the back of Bryan she looked him in the eyes and smiled, a sentence almost falling out of her mouth, “Bryan, I want you to know that...that...your ship is not on. We are still sitting in the Jedi hangar.” She quipped as she gave him a quick hug as there was a loud banging at the door, and within moments there was a deep voice, that of the Jedi Knight Alex, a tall Zabrak with horns that made him look more like a Sith than a Jedi. His deep call echoed through the metal that made the hull of the ship, he yelled at the patrons that were inside the ship to come out, and with a worried look Sophia and Bryan jumped up and started towards the dark corner of the ship.
As the entered the area void of light Sophia turned around, her hand hitting his, her face just centemeters from his, in her mind she was asking herself if it was familiar, her mind playing a cruel game with her, she just dismissed it as her anxiety of the war ahead, but in a quiet whisper she called to Kyp, “Kyp, you deal with Alex. I don’t want to be suspended without even seeing Coruscant again!” She quietly shouted as she looked back at what she thought would be Bryce, she could feel his warm breath going down her neck, and the feeling of anxiety passed.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Steanaler
Maleficus, filled with the massive power of the darkside that the planet had unleashed, he leapt and brought his saber down onto the shoulder of a Jedi soldier, removing his limb and sinking his crimson blade deep into his body. Blood spurted from the wound, spattering onto the sand and was instantly soaked in. Lightning crackled as Sith spirits ripped the souls from weak soldiers, undead warriors ripped their opponents limb from limb and Sith soldiers fired bursts of ammo into the Jedi landing party.
Maleficus heard another drop ship streak down and impact behind them and he turned, charging forward, his eyes burning with fury and rage. He activated his other saber and darted forward, slashing a soldier into quaters before turning to the Jedi knight.
"You will pay with more than your life for your stupidity, scum!" Maleficus roared before slashing in an "x" shape at both of Steanaler's shoulders.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant, Apparatus, Corringath & Party
Brayden stepped through the veil of the fog, finally catching up with the other Jedi. He had seen the Sith approach them, but made no effort to hide his presence from him, on the contrary he wanted the Sith to see him.
"So you found your way through my fog."
He was unsure if the Sith was certain of who Corrie and the others really were, and hoped that his bluff would allow the others to slip away.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
ooc: that's good, because I like Snape :p And I'm like a cool Jedi Harry Potter.
"Kyp, I hope you will know how to handle this ruffian properly. As any Jedi should." Kyp chuckled. Bryan was clearly worried, but the Jedi Knight wasn't concerned about him in the slightest. He was obviously a good person, even if he was a 'ruffian'. And if he had earned Sophia's trust, then he had earned Kyp's. A Jedi Knight should always trust his apprentice. "No, Bryan. I am really sorry, but I think that Kyp owes the explanation...Kyp, how in the name of the Code did you get onto Bryan’s ship without us knowing it?"
Kyp shrugged, and spoke softly. "I'm a Jedi Knight," he said. "You will be able to do it one day." He sat on the bench beside her, and watched the interaction between the two, slightly surprised at the social intercourse. But he had seen much more surprising things in his time, and he didn't let anything show.
"Bryan, I want you to know that...that...your ship is not on. We are still sitting in the Jedi hangar." Kyp smirked again, a lopsided smile that lit up his eyes - a common feature for the Jedi Knight. Sophia gave Bryan a quick hug and there was suddenly a loud banging at the door.
The Zabrak Jedi Knight, Alex, called for the people to come out of the ship. For whatever reason. As Sophia followed Bryan to the dark patch, he was surprised again to see how she reacted to different individuals in different ways; she made her mind up quickly about personality and acted very extremely in either direction. "Kyp, you deal with Alex. I don’t want to be suspended without even seeing Coruscant again!" Anxiety filled her voice and emotions within the Force, and Kyp used a meditative Jedi technique to soothe her as she stepped back.
The Jedi Knight turned away from the couple and stepped to the ramp, opening it with a smirk. "Why, Master Alex. How pleasant it is to see you here. Are you joining me for the trip to Coruscant? It could be very dangerous, and we might spill some green blood - but liberating a planet is good fun, is it not?" He chuckled and stepped forwards on the ramp, not disconcerted by the Zabrak's appearance or emotions in the Force.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant - Senate Hall/Governor's Office
While Sophie learned the whereabouts and ETA of the other Sith who were en route to his office, Maize settled back into his chair once more and stared out at Coruscant. He'd been in touch with his second, Darth Animus, and at least had a better picture of what was going on and where he was.
The Jedi propaganda had caught his staff by surprise as well, it seemed.
Maize drummed his fingers on the arm of his chair, thinking.
Sophie will give the address and we'll just have to see if that satisfies the public or not... Animus and his staff will continue working on undoing the political damage on-planet... Everything else... it's time to see what is needful. At least one crisis has been handled.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Korriban/Darth Maleficus
Stean had just barely gotten out of the ship when he met with his first sith trooper. Stean Activated his Arm held ray shield, and easily deflected the shots. He then brought his shield down on top of the solider, crushing his head from the impact. Using the Momentum from the shield he brought down his saber on a Sith standing close to him.
But then suddenly he felt horrible pain on his shoulders. in the rush of battle he didn't hear the sith come up on him. Something about this planet was also making it hard for him to connect to the Force, without feeling the darkside pull on him.
But as soon as he felt the X's on his shoulder he felt the Sith master behind him. Stean spun around, using the shield like a slingshot. If he could hit the sith Master with it, he might be able to knock him out long enough to be taken care of.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban
Like a meteor, the Phoenix descended planetwards, Hawk had finally deactivated the cloak now that the Sith could do little more than send a few stray bolts of blaster fire into his shields. Swiftly as the Jedi forces poured over the landscape a defense perimeter was established by the senior members of the Jedi military and in relative safety the Jedi Master's vessel came to rest within that perimeter.
It had been a long time since Hawk had set foot upon Korriban, though to be honest there wasn't much incentive to set foot upon the Sith infested world, a world so steeped in darkside history and so contaminated with the darkside that even the planet itself would fight against the lightside intruders. He had been but a young Knight when last he had found himself upon this stronghold of darkness, he had survived then and now it was his duty to make sure that as many Jedi and their military as possible survived.
"Zel!.....Zelazny!!.....Oi Webb grab those medical supplies in the cargo hold and unload them, we'll no doubt be needing them at some point." Hawk called over the Phoenix's comm wondering where the Knight had gotten to.
The boarding ramp of Hawk's vessel descended and the Jedi Master stepped down it, he made a face which showed his distaste of Korriban's atmosphere. Even surrounded as he was by Jedi and those who fought for the lightside, their light was still dimmed by the overbearing evil of Korriban and its inhabbitants.
Within himself though the light would not dim, it would not flicker or fade in the face of such utter darkness, if anything it shone more brightly in defiance, casting its brilliance like a defensive shield all around the Jedi perimeter. Battlemedetation was the answer to the horrors which Korriban could throw at the Jedi, the feelings of hopelessness and despair that crept over them as stealthily as the cold of hypothermia. Strength would now flow into them, courage and warmth to battle the cold and above all that spark of unquenchable hope and soon the light and warmth would be self sustaining as the other Jedi responded.
Edited by: Hawk Hinata at: 7/30/07 10:03 am
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
A light chuckle escaped from both Bryan and Sophia as they thought of the uptight Knight coming along and sitting there, staring at the two Padawans that Kyp lied about having, the idea of the Jedi Knight killing things, “Hehe, Bryan, I thought that Alex only killed young, misbehaving Padawans.” She quipped quietly, her fingers drumming along the edge of his shoulder as she covered her mouth, Bryan on the other hand was not so quick and he let out a small squeal it was like listening to a small pig get slaughtered.
Surprised by the high pitched squeal let on by the Jedi Padawan, Sophia started to burst out in laughter, then with a sudden thought she started to walk from the darkness, her pajamas fluttering as she remembered that she didn’t have her robes on yet. Gong back before she could get into the sight of the mean Alex, she grabbed his robe, realizing that he was most likely either naked under them or he had on a light suit, or just his underwear. The thought made Sophia laugh again as she put it on, noticing that it was dragging against the floor she paused, she would just say that it had not been shrunk...that would work!
“Master Alex, I am sorry. The Kypster here is my master, we were going to Coruscant for the liberation effort, and we forgot to tell the Council of our actions. I am sorry for this inconvenient accident. And I hope that you could join us, too.” She said as she extended a hand onto the ramp of the ship.
“I wouldn’t join the dribble company of Kyp, he is the epitome of what the Order needs to get rid of.” He said as he started away, his horns getting smaller and smaller as was his body. With her index finger and her thumb she put them to the height of Alex, and made it look like she squished his as he got back to the temple. Then she let out a big laugh as she motioned for Bryan to come out of the shadows, her fingers lining the robes, then she heard Bryan’s shout in the back.
“Sophia! I don’t have and clothes on, just my undies!” He said as she could feel the embarrassment flooding his face. Then a leg showed and another, then his front was visable and his underwear was showing as well. His whole body showed as Sophia laughed her head off and threw the robes to Bryan.
“Master Kyp, I hope you know that I don’t do this to just anyone, you have to prove your friendship before I can do this to you.” She said as she winked, a sign of her kidding. She trusted Kyp more than herself sometimes.
“I hate you, Sophia! I really do!” He said as he tied the robes and started over towards the controls to get them to Coruscant.
“I love you, too, Bryan!” She shouted back at one of her best friends.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban - Hawk
The ship rumbled as it made its way through Korriban's atmopshere and was hit by stray laser fire. In the cargo hold Zelazny grabbed onto a rail with one hand and used the other to field one of the medical kits that had shaken loose from its crate by the turbulence. He let out a few curses as the Phoenix set down with a thump.
"Zel!.....Zelazny!!.....Oi Webb grab those medical supplies in the cargo hold and unload them, we'll no doubt be needing them at some point."
"Got them!" he shouted back, not knowing where the comm button was in the cargo bay. Grumbling, he slung as many of the med kits over his left shoulder as he could carry, leaving his right arm free. He made his way back through the ship and stepped down off the boarding ramp onto the red sands less than a minute after Hawk.
"Holy mother of god and all her wacky nephews..."
The concentration of the dark side on Korriban was just as powerful as it had been on Ziost during Zelazny's time in the Regnum, but it was enough to make him stop in his tracks for a few moments. It spoke to him in the same ways it had when he was a Sith, promising him everything he ever dreamed about. At least now he had the mental strength to give it the metaphorical middle finger.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban
At least in his words, she found her name as well as what they were. Jedi. Her slight amnesia from the crash landing did not dispose so much of her reasoning to not understand that word- nor the implications which would hold from landing on Korriban. What she could not understand was what exactly these protectors of the light were doing running headfirst into battle.
And so as the others roared their battle-cries ahead to raid to the planet, she strayed behind still battered and dizzy from the hit on the head. Silhouettes of where the Jedi ran to captured her eyes in the distance, a battle over a land tainted with anarchy. Perhaps life awaited her if she stood by the side of the warriors, following their footfalls to bring even a moments worth of light to the darkness- but yet each seemed lost within their own goals and own acts toward heroism. None could deal with her, whose memories strayed and heart crumbled in this land abandoned by all good. Though wayward and reckless she was, weak she was not- as her hand ran down along her thigh to the hilt of the lightsaber. So many battles did her body remember, despite her mind unclear of the details, that the sword felt an extension of her graceful fingers even now as she brushed the tips on the cold steel.
But it was odd- for almost without feeling did her hand seem as it slid over the metal. As the saber was itself, so was her arm- an outward projection, having lost it in war and it being replaced by the mechanical. In a land such as this... for a love now lost... her memory came but before she could grasp the particulars it faded once more.
It did not matter now. For it was not a 'person' who was needed on these fields which soon would be covered with blood. It was a warrior. And maybe even more so could she reign as such, without the emotions of long past- of lost loves and homes. Of friends no more.
She stepped alone, sword in hand. Ready for what will come.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)KORRIBAN - SLAUGHTER
Though he had a second saber, one for more worthy endeavors, Remy chose to use his faithful violet bladed weapon. Yellow lightning leapt from the master's body as he charged through battle. The electricity would lift soldiers up off of their feet and rush their central nervous system, immediately paralyizing and then killing them.
The undead soldiers that swarmed around Remy knawed and ripped the intruders apart. The more corpses they devoured, the more unstoppable they became.
"You will lose." Remy whispered to a soldier as he lay him down to die.
He could feel the dispair the entire planet generated toward the impuning army. Even the small flares of battlemeditation didn't seem to cause it to falter.
Moving through the battle with lethal fury, Remy dared a Jedi to stop him.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban - Zel/Remy
"Holy mother of god and all her wacky nephews..." Came Zel's voice as the Jedi Knight joined him and Hawk gave him a sidelong glance and arched his eyebrow.
"Look within yourself and others, there is light here, just keep your focus and you'll be fine."
Hawk took a few of the medical supplies from Zel and slung them over his shoulder, they could drop these supplies off at the medical building that had been errected. Several huts and small buildings had been swiftly errected, the buildings premade and only needing to be assembled to save a lot of time, the medical building was easy to distinguish though and it wasn't far.
A few faces turned in his direction as Hawk led the way to the medical building, he had been away from Theed Temple for some time and many still did not know where he had been, relief shone upon their faces though as the Jedi Master walked between them and they looked as glad to see him back as he was glad to be back.
Sith and Jedi forces were already clashing and soon Hawk would be able to join them, his blade, his force power and healing abilities could be thrown into battle alongside those of his Order once again in an attempt to strike a fatal blow right at the heart of the Sith and the darkside, but first there were medical supplies that needed to be dropped off. Two Jedi healers came rushing up to him as he entered the medical building and relieved him of the med kits and then took the ones that Zel was carrying.
"Remy" Hawk spoke the name out loud as he felt the Sith Master's anger surging through the Jedi lines, the Jedi had known Remy before he had become the twisted abomination that he was now. Hawk had once thought he could save Remy from the darkness, but he could not and the darkness had consumed him.
"I'm afraid we're needed elsewhere." Hawk said with a nod to the Jedi healers and turned to leave the medical building, no doubt they as well as Zel would have felt Remy as he had.
Swiftly Hawk made his way towards the perimeter and left the small haven of relative warmth that his battlemeditation had helped create, he could not hope to bring such warmth to the vast battlefield on his own. A short way out the path of Remy's advance was apparent and without pausing in his stride, Hawk made his way towards him.
"Those who place their faith in the darkside have already lost, Remy." Hawk's voice rose over the chaos as his aqua blue blade sprang into life.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Corringath, Brandon, & company
The dark warrior silently observed this form as it got closer to him. Apparatus made no attempt to hide him. Should the angry mob find them all, at least they would rip apart all the Jedi intruders, though, at the cost of his life as well. The fog was strange though. Usually, at this time of the year, fog was not as common. Yet, this happens to be one of those… unusual days. Possibly it is being controlled by a living being, or it is an unusual day for the weather.
The mechanical beast continued to search the mind of this man. Everything was wrong for this one. As Apparatus continued to probe the mind, it seemed that he was concerned… yet about something else besides his own good. The thoughts were more about a confused citizen that that of a Jedi. Yet, Apparatus continued to move deeper into the mind of this man. His eyes began to glow a fire red as the Dark Side penetrated the soul.
“Strange that someone like you would be out here… especially in such chaotic conditions,” said the Sith Lord with a suspicious tone.
As the fog began to slowly clear, Apparatus focused more on attempting to penetrate the man’s mind. Yet, he became distracted by another presence. His focus was moved from this unknown man, to a newcomer that claims to have created the fog. A small smirk formed on the pale face of the Sith.
Apparatus kept his mind on the old-looking man, as well as this new threat. He was not sure as to the identity of either and just something about this situation seemed strange. With other Force signatures approaching, Apparatus knew that more was to this whole situation that meets the eye.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)KORRIBAN - HAWK
It had been a long time since Remy had lain eyes on Hawk Hinata. Respectable and powerful as far a Jedi go, Hawk had seen an equal number of victorys and defeats over Remy. And yet each master had most likely developed in new ways since their last encounter.
Remy, who had just caused an entire line of troopers to experience brain hemorrhaging and die, turned his yellow flecked violet eyes to Hawk. The mass of Undead warriors and Force spirits that charged behind Remy broke around him, terrorizing the soldiers that Hawk and Zelanzy had brought with them.
"Always one for witty comments, Hawk Hinata." Remy said, violet blade glowing silently by his side, "And yet my faith in the Darkside has not yet lead me astray."
With that, the Darkside sublimating his strength and sped, Remy threw himself toward Hawk. Stopping suddenly short before the Jedi, he thrust his blade forward, seeking to impale the man's throat.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban - Remy
Hawk's emerald green eyes glimmered as Remy spoke, there were so many things that the Sith Master had been blinded to by the darkness that had taken him, lies woven and promises broken by the darkside and by himself until what it was that which he wanted and what he longed for had been corrupted and perverted rendering him nothing more than another pawn of the darkside who thought himself its master whilst obediantly carrying out its bidding.
There was a lot to be said for Remy's lunge towards Hawk, given the Jedi Master's renowned skill with a blade and not a bit of it would have been complimentary, though Hawk knew that Remy was no fool and no doubt recalled their last encounter where Hawk's ability to create force barriers and channel force energy had caused him even greater problems than having to deal with Hawk's blade would.
As the Sith's violet blade streaked forward towards his throat, Hawk twisted sideways, a mini whirlwind of movement taking him safely from the blades path, his own weapon moving in an arc to cleave through three of the undead warriors that were surging behind Remy, his body then twisting further to snap a leg out behind him, his heel driving towards the back of Remy's skull.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)
Even cleaved in two, the undead continued to move and drag down unsuspecting soldiers, ripping their lower limbs apart. The old powers of the Dark Lords were not to be underestimated. Remy had little time to marvel at this before Hawk's leg shot out toward the back of his head.
Spinning about with his lightsaber out, Remy slashed at the proffered limb. While it was unlikely that the Jedi had enough agility to lash out so powerfully with a leg and then retract it, the master didn't assume anything.
Emitting a blast of kinetic energy toward Hawk's remaining leg, intending to knock him off balance, Remy sought to divide the Jedi master's attention into many different areas.
"It has lead me to place in which I am pleased to dwell with in a code that suits me. Unlike the very code you break in order to be here today." Remy replied.
The hole glowed eerily, the stench of burnt flesh searing the air, the man's screams did not stop. They could not stop. The man screamed again and again. He screamed his throat hoarse, but his tormentor only grinned in bloodlust. He moved the blood red blade, ever so slightly and the man was acquainted with entirely new levels of pain.
"That'll teach you filth. Teach you to betray your masters and your station."
A group of three Sith hopefuls stood behind and laughed, as their pack leader held the glowing lightsaber in place. Buried in their victims shoulder. The blade of fire burning the flesh around it, there was no blood loss. The heat of the saber ensured that, but there was pain. Tons of pain. The young Sith grinned, his boys laughed and the man screamed.
From within a dark shadow, a robed figure emerged, barely contained disgust apparent on his face. A silver gray small cylinder held steady in his right hand. One of the coetrie noticed his approach, turned to face him.
"What do you want rabble, come to join your brothers?"
One of the group still laughed, but the young Sith was not laughing. He was staring at the new entrant with wide eyes and a gaping mouth and an expression that could have been best classified only as fear. For he had seen that face, seen it in his class, heard of it's owner in the most vehement words from his teacher. Seen and memorized the name of that hated enemy of his order.
Perhaps the lackeys were too drunk on wine, power and the blood of the innocent to note their leader, or perhaps they lacked his obvious refinement in sensing people through the force but whatever the cause they could not sense the new entrant as a threat, not in the immediate manner anyway.
In response, with a flick of the finger a viridian blade erupted from within the hilt, thrumming and pulsating with the prospect of wrath, reflecting the mood of it's maker and master.
The man spoke a single word.
"Justice."
Best laid plans.
His arrival had been two months ago. He had come back, back to where he had begun from. Back to the dark underbelly of Coruscant where superstition played daily with science. Myth, legends, ghosts and wraiths haunted the brave and the desperate flock who chose to live there. He had come back in the very bowels of hell where he had come of age. The cesspool where he had learned how to survive, learned how to beg, borrow, steal and even kill for a simple thing like daily sustenance.
Back to where he belonged.
Back to his homeworld. Coruscant. And this time he had to stay far longer than he had hoped to. The mission had been given to him taking into consideration his past record serving on covert missions. And the role he had played in the liberation of Theed. His mission this time however was not to rouse the populace of the City world. But to find out the weaknesses in the Siths armor. Find out the blind spots in their vice like grip over the jewel of the galaxy. He had been sent to gather as much intel as he possibly could and become a sleeper agent in the City world.
To rise up and use the knowledge he acquired against the Sith, once a plan for the liberation of Coruscant could be brought underway. Many precautions had been undertaken to execute his infiltration. The least of which involved arrival as a slave in a merchant slave trader's galley. Cutting himself of from the force, not by permanent means but by keeping a yasalamir hatchling within his quarters while he slept and keeping his force signature hidden every waking minute.
The first week he had felt blinded and trapped, felt helpless without the use of the force. He had been frustrated, angry and irritable. The second week had been worse. He had managed to make some contacts in the underground and had made some progress acquiring sensitive information, but for the most part he felt as if his mission was bearing no fruit and there was no hope to it. It was during the third week that he realized just how much he had become Dependant on the force to keep his sane. To keep his will on the right track. To maintain his conviction in the ways of the Jedi, and this realization forced him to work harder, try harder and ignore the physical discomforts he was going through.
Over the weeks he had gathered scraps of hard earned intel, identified the power structures in Coruscant, noted the deterioration of the ancient and hallowed Sith Temple. Identified the power bases of the Sith. Marked out their vaunted Governor’s office(the former Senate hall) and recognized the targets that he would need to take down to aid in the liberation of the planet.
Over time with prolonged contact with the disgruntled rebellion in Coruscant he had managed to secure a dedicated group of rebels willing to lay down their lives for the cause, the most fanatical of the Rebellion on Coruscant. Men and women who had lost everything they loved, everything they knew to the mercies of the Sith. He had bound them together into a mailed fist that would be used to bring down the oppression that the Sith bore down upon the people of Coruscant. The oppression that he himself, now living in the poorest quarter of Coruscant had experienced first hand. The oppression that had turned him from a man who had despised the world of his birth, into a near fanatical warrior who wished to see nothing more than the Sith off his homeworld.
He knew that due to prolonged exposure to real world stimuli without the force to guard his mind had made him highly unstable, his mind was a fractal, facets merging together held together by the iron will that he possessed and the burning desire to see the Sith off his homeworld. Somewhere his ideals as a Jedi were there too, though their voice was distant and faint.
His team had managed to infiltrate a series of three power stations and two power grids that dotted the eastern sector in the elite Imperial Quarter. The sector that housed the Senate Hall of the Republic and the ancient Jedi Temple. The power stations fed the requirements of various infrastructural systems of the structure, including the traffic management, Public Service Transportation, Communication…both holovid and transmitter centers and general residential and commercial power supply. Infiltration of the stations and the grids had not been easy, many documents had been forged and there had been a large flow of credits in place, Caleb had pillaged looted and stolen to make for the promised credits. Whole histories had been created, new identities born. Slicers had grown very rich in a very short period of time, and Caleb had done things he would not have been too proud of. People had died, people had been killed.
All for a better future.
Or so he told himself every night as he tried to sleep. His men had finally infiltrated the power stations. The three power stations were the backbone of the sector and so security at each of the stations had been nearly impossible to crack. The grid which supplied the energy to the energy hungry sector was protected by an even more disciplined force. At first their tasks had seemed impossible, but then their perseverance had paid off. Ten of his men were now employed as guards on each of the power station's roll call. Their pasts had been forged making them former soldiers in the Sith ranks, each one of them had been projected as a part of the elite Sith commandos. This had helped them in getting the jobs that they had needed so badly, those few officials who were creating problems were offered their customary bribes and they had finally accepted the men. The saboteurs had made no move for the better part of the month, letting anyone who was suspicious expend their suspicions. Then slowly but steadily they had begun smuggling radioactive enriched thermite into the compounds. It was a process that had been both highly dangerous and high yield.
If caught their entire operation could have been blown, but they had been careful. No they had been more than careful, they had been paranoid. Paranoid about watching their backs all the times, paranoid about who they talked to. Who they sat with. Each one had been a model employee, making sure no one would have the need to look at their records to closely. Breaking a few rules that everyone broke, so as to not look aloof from the crowd yet maintaining discipline where it was needed. After days of patience and agonizing weeks without contact with his men. He had finally been communicated the go ahead. The stage had been set, delicately and intricately yet the stage had been set. Charges of enriched thermite were placed, primed and ready in various locations in both the power stations and the power grids. When these charges would go off, the resulting devastation would take down not just the main power supply, but also the backup power supply. Because the backup supply also used to same grid for transmission of power and energy.
After that Caleb had spent the remainder of his time covering his tracks and meeting up with other sympathizers of the underground. Under his alias as Killoger, the slave who had been freed Caleb had begun to realize just how much unrest had grown in the poor quarters of Coruscant. While the rich had only grown richer with the arrival of the Sith, the poor had grown poorer, they had become worse than animals. Subject to the whims of the Sith, their toys and playthings, their guinea pigs. Their livestock. Slaves in the truer sense than he would ever be. And each day spent in their company only served to cement his resolve to throw the Sith yoke off his homeworld.
For the first time in many years, he had begin to treat Coruscant as his homeworld.
And then that fateful day arrived. It had begun with the news that riots had broken out in the streets. He had been intrigued but not too surprised. Then had come the information that the underground was involved, and so were the Jedi. That is when he had headed straight for his room in the lower levels and dug out his so far unused long range signal receiver.
It was there, the numbered sequence signaling the final stage of his mission. 1 - 0 - 1 - 1 - 1 - 1- 0 - 0 - 1 - 1 - 1 - 1
The attack had been launched, after all this while, after all this time.
The liberation of Coruscant had finally begun.
Present Day: Sector - One
The boys had been smart, but they had been slow. The SIth apprentice had chosen to fight instead of running away, he had been brave...but foolish.
He had lost his arms within the first five minutes and his life in the next ten seconds, that when his lackeys had chosen to run away. Caleb had watched them disappear, he did not wish to be bothered with crushing those insects.
He felt elated, liberated, immortal. Opening himself fully to the force after so long had been nearly overwhelming for a few moments. But years of training had kicked in like clockwork, he had breathed in the living force of the planet and replenished his reserves. He had flooded himself to the limit with the force before charging at the apprentice and his lackeys. The fight had been over before it had began. The man they had been torturing was babbling his thanks, Caleb ignored him.
He had bigger fish to fry, more important things on his mind. He walked off towards the sound of distant roars and angry shouts, pulling out a small keypad. He punched in the code which gave the go ahead for the detonation sequence to his comrades in arms. His wireless transmitter beeping as it successfully acknowledged the receipt of the code from each of the ten transmitters that his friends carried on them.
His work with the transmitter done he threw it aside and moved on towards where the sounds of rioting were drifting in from. On his way he took an abandoned swoop bike and kicking it into gear sped onwards. The rioters had literally left a trail of burnt shops and destroyed property for him to follow. Half an hour later, he was near enough the riots to see the smoke and hear the chaos up close. It was at that precise moment that two things happened at once.
One fire lit the Coruscant skies and thunder ripped through the atmosphere as if the world was coming to an end.
The detonators.
The high powered thermite had been enriched by radioactive particles giving their explosives a much more powerful punch than was possible with conventional means. The entire sky was illuminated, as the five firestorms raged throughout the sector. Each one of those power stations and power grids had acted as the other’s backup. Caleb had chosen his targets with careful and intense deliberation. He had not chosen in vain.
The entire sector of Coruscant was plunged into a state of darkness, their appliances would not work, their communication equipment would only give out static, their holovid screens would show only snow, the commuters would realize that none of the traffic regulation systems was working, they would have no power, no electricity, no…Control.
And they would have a riot on the streets.
He had planned this move to gouge out the Sith eyes on Coruscant, their centre of power would be driven into a powerless and crippled state. And there would be only one force to blame for the people. The Sith, he did not know his any of his friends had survived. He would have mourned had he had the time to do so. But now was no time to mourn, now was a time to fight.
A time to die.
Corrignath, Brayden, Mason.
The second thing that happened under the fire lit skies of Coruscant was the multiple Jedi presences that he had suddenly detected up ahead, a little away from the rioting masses. The presences were familiar, or at least some of them were. He detected Master Brayden and someone he had thought was Master Corrignath, but the presence had swiftly been masked and clouded. He pulled the swoop bike to a stop just as the unnatural fog swept over him, he was momentarily confused but found his bearings as he opened himself to the force and thereby revealed his presence to the Sith who he was certain were present not too far away. He walked on forward until he could clearly discern the situation, the man had been Master Corrignatf indeed. And Master Brayden was approaching someone who most definitely seemed a Sith.
He knew that he done too much waiting already to wait any longer. He flared up his presence allowing it to soar and glimmer, a beacon of light in the shadowy fog. He knew what he was doing. He was drawing attention to himself and supplying the others a distraction, he ran forwards and began matching step with Master Brayden to whom he nodded a greeting.
“Master, I thought you might need a hand.”
Just like that he marched forward heading towards the unknown Sith, undrawn lightsaber in his hand and the conviction of a righteous wrath burning bright in his heart.
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant - Senate Hall/Governor's Office
The high powered thermite had been enriched by radioactive particles giving their explosives a much more powerful punch than was possible with conventional means. The entire sky was illuminated, as the five firestorms raged throughout the sector. Each one of those power stations and power grids had acted as the other’s backup. Caleb had chosen his targets with careful and intense deliberation. He had not chosen in vain.
The entire sector of Coruscant was plunged into a state of darkness, their appliances would not work, their communication equipment would only give out static, their holovid screens would show only snow, the commuters would realize that none of the traffic regulation systems was working, they would have no power, no electricity, no…Control.
And they would have a riot on the streets.
He had planned this move to gouge out the Sith eyes on Coruscant, their centre of power would be driven into a powerless and crippled state. And there would be only one force to blame for the people. The Sith, he did not know his any of his friends had survived. He would have mourned had he had the time to do so. But now was no time to mourn, now was a time to fight.
A time to die.
As darkness overtook the office and all of the surrounding district, the expletives out of Maize Wayne's mouth would have made a Hutt and his denziens blush. All over again, the Sith Master was on a tirade as events spiralled out of his personal control.
He launched out of his chair, still swearing as he rounded the desk. Maize had the Force and could get his bearings on his office and, easily, Sophie's location within.
"I think that the holo-address will be inevitably delayed, Professor," Maize snarled. "We've been sabotaged!"
Personal generators and back-up system generators began to come online as Maize roared out of the office and into the antechamber/lobby beyond. The Governor was bellowing orders to the administrative and civilian staff at high-speed, most of his words in Basic by sheer luck. He didn't even wait on Sophie to follow him (expecting that she would), continuing to bark orders that would send engineers into the district to restore main power.
@#%$ Jedi claiming I don't care and that the Sith are out to tear this world apart! I'll have their frackin' heads!
Livid, Maize reached deep into the Force, drawing on his years of experience and power to telepath a message out to one mind. He'd be exhausted for it in the short term, but if power was cut, it had to be relayed and done so now. The intended recipient? Darth Fenris.
//Fenris... heed me well. Coruscant is under attack. Korriban is the diversion. Get yourself here if you wish to hold onto our jewel.//
Darth Fenris had overseen the debates over who would serve as Governor of Coruscant. In the end, Maize had been the victor, and while he didn't really know Fenris at all, he had a hunch. A Corellian's hunch that Lord Fenris was the one to reach out to now.
"War... has come to Coruscant, Professor. It's time we fought back."
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban
Jehovah
Chaos was erupting around the combatants. People were dying in droves, and the restless storm of Sith undead made the battlefield much more horrifying. The stench of death permeated the Sith planet of Korriban, and it was the Jedi, not the Sith, who were immediately responsible. That was the singular fact that stuck in the young Jedi Padawans mind.
Are we doing the right thing?
Axelyn, his eyes never leaving the Sith who had challenged him, was not surprised when the man attacked. The Sith leapt high in the air, saber raised above his head, and was preparing to strike during his descent. The young Clawdite shifted his stance and raised his own silver blade horizontally above his head. He reached out to the Force, asking it silently for aid.
The two blades met in a clash of sparks and electricity. Axelyn, wasting no time, unleashed a force aided kick to the Sith's exposed midsection.
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Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Korriban
The battle had begun in earnest. While Jedi and Sith alike matched blades, Fenris stalked through the war zone, predators eyes flashing here and there in search of a worthy opponent. It was not long, however, before his hunt came to an end. A voice, echoing across the vastness of space, stopped him in his tracks. His eyes turned on instinct to the sky, as the words of Lord Thanatos whispered in his mind. A summons, to Coruscant. There was no time to delay. With the Force quickening his pace and shimmering around him in a mirror-like shield, he traveled quickly to the temples launch-pad. A number of shuttles were scheduled for take off into the laser-patterned sky, as more Sith were to be deployed both to the Core and elsewhere in the Galaxy. He boarded the first craft he could find that was destined for the Hydian Way...
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant - Sith Temple
The sound was little more than a far off thud within the sweeping halls of Coruscant's Sith Temple, but it was enough to rouse the solitary apprentice on patrol to a state of awareness. Removing the lightsaber from its holster, but not igniting it, Serapis began to move toward a tall window expecting to see an explosion outside above the cityscape.
Before he reached the window, however, the great hall was plunged into shadows. Now only the dim twilight illuminated the polished floors. Serapis hadn't thought it possible, but it became even more silent within; the place was conspicuously absent of any electric hum whatsoever.
Crap.
It didn't take long for the apprentice to deduce what had just occurred. He sprinted over to a security console, inserting his clearance chip to activate the controls. Nothing. The screen flickered for a moment with residual static energy, and then went blank and silent as the hall which housed it. This confirmed that all power to the temple had been cut off completely.
Waiting for the back up generators to kick in yielded nothing - those must have blown as well. Serapis took a moment to sit on a large marble step and review the situation. No power meant a number of things: first and foremost, the security systems were utterly offline; the blast doors would not operate; the turbolifts leading to the towers would not function, effectively trapping Lady Razielle and the others up above; their communications were cut off; and lastly, no power meant no light, so by nightfall the darkness within the temple would be complete.
His mind racing, Serapis ran to the main entrance to attempt to seal it off. As he had predicted, nothing worked. The temple was completely vulnerable to outside threat. Now the best that those within could hope for was that the city-wide conflict would remain distracted elsewhere.
Edited by: Serapis Reijaan at: 7/30/07 3:38 pm
Re: Not taking it Anymore (Takeover TJC/TSC)Coruscant - Senate Hall
While the technician prepared all channels for the holo-speech, Sophie slipped into some Corunscanti blues; the softy shimmering garb of her noble house, bodice and jacket and skirt. The press address would be held outside before the senate hall. The grand, elevated structure would loom behind, and Coruscant’s city-scape behind it. It would be dignified and aptly ceremonious... a darkside ambassador and Coruscant native speaking on the steps of the government headquarters of the Sith world.
... A world under siege...
Sophie thought ferociously as she checked her image in the mirror. A sapphire necklace or a hint of eye shadow would do wonders for the whole milieu... but there was no time. Her rushed appearance would have to be enough.
“We still have the loyalty of the staff, do we not?” Sophie asked the hall’s wardrobe mistress as she collected the unneeded garments and prepared to leave the office-turned-dressing room. The woman stopped and stood at attention, bowing her head respectfully.
“Of course.” The reply was simple and genuine, but not void of worry. Coruscant had been the target of social upheaval over the previous decades. Sith rule, at last, promised a steady era of peace. Now the Jedi were threatening that. They were selfishly placing the fragile governance under stress.
...Damn Jedi...
Sophie’s thoughts hissed again like hot venom. Then, as if her bitter musings where a cue, the room’s light flicked and finally failed. There were no windows and everything was pitch, “Damn Jedi!” The words were a whisper but still scolding with hate. She heard Maize bellow and start to move. Sophie, instinctively, dashed to follow.
“Maize, be calm.” She spoke with unprecedented serenity as she followed him down the hall. The staff was moving about sloppily amidst the commotion. Some were too terrified to move at all, “Make haste with those generators.” She whispered into a frozen technician’s ear, flooding the fear from his mind.
“Maize, you are not helping.” Her voice quipped again, but there was no response from the stampeding Sith Lord... Gods!... Catching up with him at last, her hands gripped his shoulders and she spun him around. Before he could protest, and possibly maim her in his fanatical rage, her hand drew back and snapped forward again... a swift slap landed across his cheek.
“I will kiss you next time.” She warned sternly, knowing that was most startling method of intimidation she could hold over him. Turning her head, she caught another racing technician by the arm.
“Are the inter-space comm. channels operating?” She asked.
“Five minutes, my Lady.”
“Make it two.” She bit, “I need Savin Skirata or the Beskars of the Mandalorian nation on line. The Sith of Coruscant would like to contract their assistance.”
“How...” The staggered tech stumbled, “ ...How do we contact...” It wasn’t as if the scattered warlords were in the galactic directory.
“Access their typical channels. Contact our intelligence bureau. Do your research, boy.” She snapped and then released him. Her thoughts then turned outward. Where were the other Sith?
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