Battle of Coruscant: The Capital

[saam]

The earth trembled from the violent, cascading impact of stone. There seemed to be hardly a breath of respite, just as the dust cleared Ikora could see the bodies of foe and ally alike before the sounds of conflict emerged around her once more. She had tried to reach out to those troops, but they were not quick enough to react, a fault on her part; they needed their troops more than the Sith, it left a bitter taste in her mouth.
In the end her attempts to slow the hoards of Sith failed. The Sith she engaged with had leaped past her and now, she could feel.. he waited for her, eager to battle once more. He was persistent and Ikora questioned again whether or not she would make it off this planet.

Spotting a few troopers nearby who had managed to avoid the destruction of the falling concrete, Ikora stepped forth as they struggled frantically to free one of their own, his leg trapped beneath a large boulder. Ikora threw it aside, and they quickly hustled by her without a word, back towards the retreating front.
Then suddenly she felt the force grip her body, pulling her forcefully through the rubble. Her feet slid along the ground several feet before she tripped and fell, her body dragging through debris, getting cut up by rocks and even sliding through thong of bodies and blood. Ikora wildly kicked out with the force, finally escaping the grasp. Rolling over onto her hands and knees, she looked up and spotted the beast responsible. Yelling out at him with her mind with clear distaste 'Don't you dare!' She reaffirmed it in her voice, "Don't touch me with the force", she was angry, completely uncommon to her character, but she felt so many conflicting emotions and in the heat of battle she had no time to consider any of it.
Her lightsaber shot to life in her hand. Standing she turned her head and saw the foe behind her, waiting, and now the one ahead of her, the beast. As chaos continued to ensue, she forfeited herself for this moment, for the battle of Coruscant.
Ikora suddenly hurdled her lightsaber at the beast, turning rapidly to grip the force about the other Sith behind her, she yanked him towards her. Then she could feel a familiar aura enter the fray and welcomed it gladly, her mind reached out to it, 'Lanna, I need your help.'
Releasing her grip of the Sith she turned again to receive the lightsaber she'd thrown, awaiting for the aid of Lanna.

 

[SithFTW]

Ka-Ragt had been creeping up towards the Senafe, swooping from cover to cover, and slaughtering by ghe spoldiwrs that stood in his way. Unlike his Sith brothers and Sisters, whom charged blindly, Ka-Ragt was an opportunist, whom used the deaths of his comrades to aid his own advance. He has just crept up on a Republic foothold, from which blaster fire rained down in waves upon the Sith.

As he snuck along the cover, Ka-Ragt could hear the men calling for ammunition and reinforcements. The Sith found it amusing, this fight would be over for them soon enough.

As soon as he was close enough to the men, whom were dug in behind rubble and cheap furniture, Ka-Ragt leapt into the air, then rocketed down at his unsuspecting foes. Lightning sprang from his fingertips, arcing through the air and cracking as it went. The energy reached the first of four men, then quickly arced towards the others. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. The first man dropped dead, shaking as the electricity still tortured his corpse. The man standing farthest back would be the next to go, after Ka-Ragt through his mace, striking him down. The last two were easy targets. They could do nothing to resist, as their nervous systems tried to recover. In one foul swoop, Ka-Ragt's saber tore through then both.

The Zabrak retrieved his mace and promptly continued on his way to the Senate building. It was only a matter of time before the Sith flooded into its grand halls and corridors, for now they'd have to fight their way in.

The Walker seemed like it was going to fail at any moment, so Ka-Ragt spent no time on it. The Jedi, whom had defended the walker earlier already seemed to be engaged in combat, she would quickly be overrun. There was a second Jedi approaching though, probably to aide the first. Ka-Ragt wouldn't let that happen.

Spinning around to give it more momentum, Ka-Ragt through his heavy mace at the unsuspecting girl. (@Zenya)

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[Enuf]

Luca was yanked forward by the force, something he was not prepared for. His Sabers deactivated as tumbled forward his dark leather cut open in several spots from the torn ground, his scowl remained as he stood, glaring backwards towards the Senate "I'll indeed take your Priests....after we strip this meserable Jedi of her life." His Sabers ignited once more as he charged forward, his primary right blade arced in a overhead strike as the second one came soon after in a laterial swing towards her waist

(Apologize would tag but my phone won't let me)

 

[Vinny]

Cain felt an odd sensation shock through him for a thousandth of a second. First it was a sweetness, a warm greeting from a beautiful heart. Then there was a sensation of shock, confused alarm. Cain tilted his head in the direction of the force user he felt. Then there was a sick feeling in his stomach, pain, anger, betrayal. The Sith High Priest clicked his tongue in disappointment. He had hoped Lanna had been far away before she sensed him here. That was not to be though. Glowing orange eyes turned back to his primary prey who had wrested herself from his force grip. She was indignant, filled with rage, he snarled back at her, bearing his teeth. Though the only emotion he felt was the fiery zeal to bring to life the visions of his Dark Masters.

A fiery Zeal, a devotion, that gave him far more strength than rage could ever give a Sith.

She threw her lightsaber at him, he deflected it with his own, his blade flickering on and off just long enough to send her weapon skittering across the ground. He ignored the sense that Lanna was fast approaching. "This does not have to end in your death, jedi." Cain rasped, his voice like a thousand whispers-eerie, hypnotic and hollow. A dozen Sith Priests charged up the steps and past him, more continued to fire bolts of lightning at the Walker, wholly intent on boiling the man inside alive from the overheating systems. "I can show you that there are more productive ways to use the force. I can show you how powerful love and devotion can be." Cain's voice became almost melodic.

The dark being paused as he felt Lanna land and approach, he stood up straight and tilted his head. The cowl that covered the unholy marring that was his face after he had consumed the mind and powers of the leader of the Sorcerers of Tund glowed a faint orange in her presence.

"It is a real shame, Lanna, that we had to meet like this. I had hoped to convince you to join me before hand. As a matter of fact, you can still walk away. There is still time. You are under my protection Lanna. Just walk away." He offered, one eye still on the other Jedi as he watched her approach. The Sith priests who had been moving to gut Lanna moved away having heard his order. Their goal was now the doors of the senate building itself.

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[Berlioz]

OOC: God damn guys, let people write.)

Track.

Ray's hellish onslaught outside continued, slowly winding to a downward spiral as further Sith reinforcements continued to pour from the sky. The Gatling Repeater continued to fire, carving through Infantry while the barrel began to melt. A voice reached Ray's thoughts, We need to reach the others. Ray snapped out of his belligerent state, confusion reaching his thoughts for a millisecond until he shouted into his headset, "NO! We can't give up the Senate entrance! They'll just-" I'm bringing the Archway down. "NO, WE NEED TO HOLD-!" Ray slammed the Walker's controls, jerking it forward as another explosion rocked the Walker's chassis. Ray flailed forward, searing his shoulder against the the cockpit's impaled Sith lightsaber. He jerked the controls to the side, winding up the turbolaser - as a sudden barrage of lightning struck the War Machine. The Walker's control sticks jolted with electricity, shocking his hands off the controls. He roared in pain, the Walker's leg servos suddenly locking in place as they struggled to move.

He reached behind his seat, trying to toggle the Walker's auxillary power units - to no response. The Walker jerked forward, one of its legs buckling as its servos ceased to function. Sith scaled the War Machines' legs like ants, hoping to put a swift end to the pilot. The Archway collapsed behind him with a heavy rumble, cutting the walker off from his allies. Alone and surrounded, the Sith closed in for the kill.

Ray tore his headset from his head, throwing it across the frantically sparking cockpit. Electric bolts shot from console to console within the enclosed deathtrap, as the Republic Engineer leaned forward, readying his Ace in the hole. He swallowed heavily, readying the War Machine's self destruct sequence.

Enter Raptor 3 Self-Destruct Code:

Suddenly, a Sith Saber pierced through the side of the cockpit, slicing an X along the left side of the chassis. Ray reached to his hip, pulling out a small hand-held blaster pistol as his bloody, gloved hands tapped the console.

S-K-

The Sith tore open his cockpit, tossing the Durasteel plating out towards the battlefield.

Here's-

A-A

The Sith sneeered beneath a black hood, eager to finally put down the Republic Pilot. Ray looked to his left, briefly gazing into the pale man's yellow eyes. The Sith reared backwards, readying his Saber. Ray's left hand flew to his side, pistol in hand, blasting the Sith square in the torso and sending him recoiling off the Walker frame.

To you,

D-

Another Sith leaped upward, taking his allies' place, a pike in his place. He reared backwards, thrusting into the pilot's ribcage. Blood spurt from his lips, his left hand firing a second shot, striking the Sith in the face and relieving him of a head. Ray's left hand gripped the pike's edge, tearing it out from his side and tossing it out the cabin.

B-...Baby.

I

Suddenly, the upper missile hatch flew open. A fierce thrust activated beneath his seat, jettisoning the pilot and his seat upward towards the Coruscanti Sky. His head spun, sending him flying upwards to the upper Senate building's chambers. The Walker buckled forward, finally collapsing before the approaching Sith company. A loud whirring left the machine's chassis, escalating in intensity until it grew deafening, until finally-

Spoiler

Ray's ejected seat jerked to the side as the Walker detonated with a great blast, crumbling the entire front archway of the Senate building beneath its own, heaving pile of stone and rubble. The surrounding flames engulfed the oblivious, purging them in a righteous fire as the Walker erupted to pieces.

Ray's ejected pilot seat crashed through a small window in the upper levels, spinning out of control and careening down a deserted corridor, sliding several feet until finally coming to a halt. Ray's gloved hands reached to the seat's harness, pulling himself from the leather chair. He groaned loudly, rolling over onto his back and gripping his side, feeling his life begin to fade.


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[Soverin]

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The sheer destruction Rosh was laying his eyes on was like nothing he could've imagined from the reports. The ship's interior rang noisily, trying to get them to correct the turbulence rattling it's structure as they zoomed through the smoke. Passing the blockade alive was difficult enough, out of fourteen ships... He could count six. The rest probably broke off from the main group after suppressing heavy fire. He just watched the apocalyptic scene unfold before his eyes unflinchingly, features lighting and falling dark with the steady trade off of blaster fire all around.

"Nearing the Rotunda, hang on!" The pilot called out behind to the soldiers gripping the frames of their seats for their lives. Torrents of energy screamed through the air between the fast formation of transports, colliding with a few nearby ships and engulfing them into hellish demises. It was then that the commander saw them, circling back into an attack position after landing their first strike. Two sith starfighters flying in squadron, no doubt tasked with eliminating anyone trying to get offworld.

The ships made a slow path in a wheel away from their transport, then began to circle around. Their trajectory would place them right at their tails, they were watching their very end. "Evasive! Evasive, now!" Rosh roared, pressing down on his helmet's communicator uplink.

"We change course now and atmospheric pressure is going to rip the ship apart, we have to pray we reach the LZ in time!" The pilot called back, showing no signs of diverting her ship's path. Rosh gripped the frame of the ship and leaned out over the cargo bay's open hatch to check on the approaching predators. Not much time now.

"We have no choice, they're closing in. We die either way! -- Evasive, that's an order!" Rosh's voice was breaking from how frantically he was yelling. The fighters trailing them were coming around now.

"Commander -- you have to jump." The pilot's voice was layered with sorrow, knowing the fate she'd just accepted. "Abandon ship, I repeat, abandon ship!"

Rosh turned immediately, as if to belay her order, but was stopped when one of the soldiers shoved a parachute into his arms. "She's made her choice, sir." The soldier's helmet croaked with static as he spoke, transmitting a signal that reached all those onboard.

The commander gave another look to the pilot, whose steering functions were practically out of her control now, she held a firm hold on the grips, making sure they didn't careen off into a wall. She was firm, looking over her shoulder to issue one last hurrah, "for the Republic, commander."

Rosh steeled his nerves and stepped over toward the ship's jumping off point, taking hold of the drawstring on his chute. Waiting for all others to clear before he descended, the commander leaned over the edge and kicked off, spiraling through the densely clouded air into the streets of Coruscant.

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[Zenya]

When she got a closer look at the scene, with her fellow Jedi knight currently occupied, she noticed she was in a realm of distress. Ikora was defending from the Sith to the best of her ability, but there were Sith predators all around, ready to get their fill of the hunt. When the woman spoke to her using her common telepathy, she was pulled towards her. She was more than willing to help out an old friend, especially if it meant doing her part on this God forsaken battlefield. Advancing towards her call for help, time seemed to slow down in the next few moments. Lanna turned her head to see a sparking blue light coming straight for her. Her eyes widened in heart piercing surprise, and she twisted towards it.

It was the first time she had seen lightning so close, much less had the task of fending it off. Instictually, the girl raised her light saber, gripping it tight. Simultaneously, she raised a hand to let out a pulse of defensive force energy.

I'n a matter of seconds, everything heated up, and her arm burned from the push of something so strong. Then, in a twist of catastrophic, chemical events, the electricity between her and the sith blew up in an explosion of flames between them. The girl was pushed back to where she then slammed into a vehicle, and rolled over it, disoriented, head pounding. Her back ached as she tried to get up.

An even larger, more deadly explosion sounded above her, when the AT-PT walker finally burst into shards of metal, and red hot embers.

Sucking in a breath, Lanna rolled under the speeder, and took cover. She held her hands over her ears, and waited for the left over materials for the metal beast, to rain down over her.

Once she thought it was safe, she willed herself again, to pull her body out from under her shelter, and once more to dive into the battle.

She made it a few steps, when she heard that familiar voice, along with that familiar presence.

It was Wake.

"Shut up! I will never trust you, nor will I give into the dark side!" Her words her filled with venom, and passion, and spite. Her eyes flickered with a terrible light of disgust. "You can't persuade me, so why don't you get over here and make me bend like the surface of Coruscant itself?" She gripped her saber with white knuckles, and ignighted it.

 

[Berlioz]

OOC: More of a reflection/thought post, not really a whole lot going on action-wise here. He's just fading, not dead yet. Needs help.)

Track.

Ray released a light groan, dragging his bleeding body forwards towards a nearby wall. With a heavy sigh, he summoned his strength to sit upright, clenching his teeth and taking a heavy gasp as his abdomen rang of pain. "God damn it-" he hissed, kicking his boots slightly to position himself upright against a nearby Senate wall. He tightly shut his eyes, raising his gaze towards the ceiling, feeling his world spin. "I'm dying, holy crap...I'm actually-" he angled himself slightly to the side, feeling a sudden spike of pain from his side, "-AH!" he exclaimed, dragging his back across the wall and falling onto his other side, his left hand tightly clutching his bleeding ribs.

His chest rose and fell in heavy gasps. "I'm....." he gasped, "I-I'm...." His hazel eyes shut slightly, feeling his vision blur as a heightened sense of awareness washed upon him.

I'm...​

His white tank top was now an ashen gray, with a hefty scarlet tint along the left. His nose only caught the stench of asphalt, singed flesh and iron. His lips were crusted and chapped, a faded gray from carbon monoxide and fire smoke. Drying blood covered his chin and forehead, trailing down his right eye to his jaw. His forearms were covered in burn spots, a deep pain-less scattered injury running up to both his elbows. The goggles around his neck were ashen gray. The left lens bore a black burn-stain from a way-faring spark. His upper right trapezius had been gashed and instantly cauterized, reeking of burning flesh. The right-most shoulder loop of his top had been torn, now dangling freely along the man's shifting chest. The corridor he found himself was a still ambiance, the battle below having paused for but a moment, instilling a quiet melancholy respite along the Senate's upper corridors.

He was alone.

His hazel eyes stared down the empty Senate hallway as he laid atop a shattered marble tile. Light shone through parallel window frames from the corridor's abandoned office spaces. Specks of dust danced freely along the office-borne beams of light. His pupils dilated slightly, watching them dance like embers.

His mind drifted.

How many lives had he ended within the past 7 minutes?

His mind twisted slightly, vividly recalling the first turbolaser shot onto a Sith platoon, shortly after leaving the motorpool. At the time, it hadn't sunk in.

Three Sith dropships, and a Platoon's worth of lives.

Within 7 minutes, he'd gone from an dejected inventor to a mass murderer.

For what?

The Republic? Hardly. He wasn't here for the Republic, nor - upon gazing down the empty corridor - was the Republic here for him.

The question lingered. Why?

His throat twitched, swallowing a painful mixture of drying blood, dust and spit.

A light exhale left his lips.

For him.

In that brief moment, where he stood before the encroaching Sith Battalion, he felt something.

He felt important.

The eyes of the Republic laid on him for that brief, brief moment.

He could've left. He could've simply abandoned the Walker, set a self-destruct sequence and ran for the back of the Senate bay, tried to hijack a Speeder, jerryrig an Office shut so the Sith wouldn't find him, wait for it all to blow over.

For the first time since he'd lost her, he felt like a winner.

A winner?

Or a god damn monster.

His lips parted slightly, questions flooding his thoughts.

Where was she now, he wondered. Was she somewhere safe, merely sipping her favorite wine?
What was it again...?
Ah, Skaadi.

Was she still wearing that Scarlet Dress every Wednesday?
The one with the black frills around the left shoulder-loop.

Was Lars still holding onto that Bottle of Aldrati for him?
He better be.

What would she think of him now?
Would she be proud of him?
Would she come back?

Would she come back?

Would she-...?


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A figure appeared at the end of the Senate Corridor. His vision blurred, staring blankly at the archway.

His hands twitched. His eyes slowly blinked, reopening to a distant, blurred figure as another light exhale left his lips.

A woman in a scarlet dress.​

 

[Vinny]

Danger registered in Cain's mind mere seconds before the walker detonated. His wicked curved hilt lightsaber had been ignited and he stood ready to engage Lanna. His head whipped to the right to regard the walker. One of his stronger priests raised the alarm and Sith as well as Republic troops alike all dove for cover. Cain snarled, his eyes wide with rage, his teeth bared. He reached out with the force and dragged one of the larger blocks of concrete across the ground, slamming it down between himself an the walker. The detonation's force still sent him sprawling, wrapping himself in a cocoon of protective force power until he slid to a halt. He could feel a tingle in his arm from where it had struck a few stones along the ground. "What tenacity!" He rose to his feet and spat on the ground, gesturing to a few of his priests.

"Regroup! Array at the Senate Doors! You two! Find where his ejection seat landed! I want that pilot alive!" He shouted, the two priests nodded bruskly and darted off in the direction of the falling speck in the air. Now where had Lanna and that other jedi gotten off too? Cain whirled on Lanna, who had risen to her feet. Blood was beginning to really pump through his veins now. He reignited his lightsaber, his priests now pouring up the steps in a renewed fervor. Republic troops fell left and right. He wondered for a brief moment where Lord Jissard had ended up. He was certain the priests who had chosen to accompany him would assure his survival. The Steward of the Dark Side's lips parted in a laugh when Lanna challenged him. "But Lanna..." His whisper crept across the battlefield, a thin line of orange light forming above the glowing orange eyes that hid behind the cowl. "You have already begun the fall."

Cain stalked toward her, "Darth Solum herself ordered me to capture as many of you and your peers and bring you back alive." he said over the warfare around them. "Trust me when I say that The Priesthood of Tund can be very persuasive." He barked out a laugh, mocking her and her weakness. There was no point in hiding behind shadows and figments any longer. Not here, not on the battlefield. He could resume his role as puppetmaster when he went home, but now he could finally savor the power he had acquired. He tilted his head, looking upward for a moment.

"Unless you plan on stopping me, Not-Venator?! I know you're there!" He cried out, his voice laced with malice and madness. There was no response at first, Cain rolled his shoulders. "Seize her!" Cain snarled, and gestured toward Lanna, his priests lunged!

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[Calixis]

"Push forward! Move!" Nobody had missed the self-destruction of the walker, nor what it had wrought. They had one - brief - opportunity to push forward and plug the hole that the Sith's first wave had torn open. Their momentum would only be broken for minutes at best. Enough time for them to reinforce the front and establish something resembling a defensive position, at least for a time. A cloud of dust and debris engulfed their surroundings in the wake of the collapsing archway and the walker's eruption, whilst the ground floor of the lobby had descended into a vicious, bloody melee; soldiers and security officers alike threw themselves forward, several of them into waiting or stray blaster shots. They ducked and dove around fallen masonry, climbing over broken and blasted furniture, firing carbines and pistols towards their attackers. From the stairwell, the repeater never once ceases, a constant stream of heavy blaster fire ravaging masonry and annihilating bodies.

"Republic sc- Argh!" Skahl threw his head forward, connecting with the Sith's exposed face, the sound of a vicious 'crunch' reaching his ears. The Lieutenant held his tight grip of the Force user's wrist, both of their arms completely outstretched. "I'll kill y-!" A choking gag rose from the Sith's throat, drops of blood spat across Skahl's face as the Lieutenant dove the vibroknife deeper, twisting his wrist towards him, eliciting a violent spray of crimson from the crudely torn flesh. Jerking his elbow back, he wretched the knife further down the Sith's neck, crudely lacerating the man's throat. Skahl pulled free the lightsaber from the weakening invader's hand, tossing it aside as he allowed him to fall backwards.

Before he could react further, a bloodcurdling roar filled the soldier's ear, turning his head aside to catch the form of another - enraged - Sith warrior charging for him, barely meters separating them. It's eyes were filled with a clear hunger, adrenaline and sheer fury carrying the human forward, lightsaber rose above his head to strike. The same eyes widened still, brow extending in shock, as the Sith felt the burning pain of two blaster bolts tearing clean through his waist, several more streaking past him and impacting with the wall he ran beside. One hand began to part him his saber, his knees buckling as pain began to wrack his form, an opportunity Skahl immediately took advantage of.

Throwing his body forward - shoulder first - towards the falling Sith, the force of his body's impact was enough take the breath from his lungs. Both men fell. The invader's eyes clenched shut as his form impacted with the bloodied, eviscerated carpet below him. Skahl's grip of the vibroblade never loosened, even as his body landed atop of the Sith's, immediately throwing his arm downwards. The momentum was enough to pierce clean through loose red cloth and corrupted, albino-flesh. His aim had been a half-blind, imperfect thing, causing the warrior to writhe and twist in pain and panic. Wretching the vibroknife up, it hung in the air for the shortest second, before it was again plunged downwards and into the Sith's heart. Death was not instant - he shuddered and cried out, he clenched his lightsaber tight - but it came quickly enough.

"Lieutenant!" For a moment, Skahl ignored the voice. Exhausted he was not, the adrenaline seeing to that much, but the aging soldier had his limits. Again, the Sergeant called out to him as she pressed herself against a scarred pillar beside him. "You hit?!" Reaching behind himself, the Lieutenant grasped the strap of his rifle and pulled it towards him, starting to lift himself up and onto both feet. "Negative... Not yet." That he hadn't been shot whilst in such a vulnerable position told him that they were, here and now, doing something right. "Then let's go, sir!" They were close now. Bodies of Sith, their ilk, of Republic soldiers and security officers lay strewn throughout the entrance, those of the invader's who yet lived attempting a fighting retreat towards reinforcements that were within throwing distance. They all knew as such, but every inch retaken was an inch they would have to pay in bodies to again set foot upon.

"Secure the doors! Defensive positions!" They pushed forward, now all but unopposed as the defenders finally drove the first wave completely from the Capitol Building's entrance. Without reinforcements, they would inevitably be forced inside once again, but it would come at a far higher price to the Sith now that they had room enough to breathe and consolidate. "Tables, benches, anything you can get, we need cover." Soldiers and security rushed the great doorway, men and women taking up their positions to begin a proper defence, most huddling against the corners, many laying down prone, immediately opening fire upon the invaders who now lacked much in the way of cover. In the wake of the walker's destruction, it had become apparent that not every defender had made it inside of the structure... indeed, red lightsabers were not the only ones present. As much as Sith and Jedi alike fancied their dramatic monologues, the Lieutenant wasn't much endeared to them.

"I want fire on those Sith bastards! Cover the Jedi!" Tearing a grenade from his waist, the Lieutenant flicked the Supernova over to 'impact'. Against his better judgement, he moved forward and away from the grand entrance, aiming to toss the Force-nullifying device in Cain's direction. It wasn't as if he was spoilt for Sith to affect with it. The Zabrak Sergeant and several more men ran to his side, firing forwards, buying valuable seconds of pressure to allow the exterior's wounded, dazed defenders to withdraw. The Lieutenant brought his rifle upwards and began firing particle-bolts into the throng of robed Sith.

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[saam]

The Sith toppled along the ground towards her as she awaited her lightsaber to return to her hand, but it didn't. The Sith quickly stood and lashed out at Ikora once more. Reaching for her lightsaber that had skittered along the ground, it snapped through the air and into her hand, igniting just in time to catch one of the Sith's lightsabers. The other bore down menacingly as Ikora shifted her body to doge the blow. But it hit, cutting off part of her left horn. She grimaced and broke away from the locked blade.

Then the Beast behind her spoke, "This does not have to end in your death, Jedi." Trying to lure her into forfeiting her vows as a Jedi. Ikora in this moment felt nearly overwhelmed, and yet an opportunity had come.

The trooper who'd driven the Walker was determined, Ikora scarcely sensed what was about to happen when the Walker exploded in a mighty scene. She leaped away as debris whirled through the air, slamming against her body, using the force as a make shift shield before the shockwave threw her to the ground.

There was rumbling overhead. Driven more out of instinct than of consciousness, Ikora stood, and as if possessed waded her way threw the thrown up dust. The roof gave way sending giant blocks of concrete lurching towards the ground. Lunging out of harms way with excessive force, she careened across the floor. Her body ached, but she knew she could not stop here or death would greet her kindly. Scrambling to stand up as rocks continued to fall, she pushed on until there was a moment of reprieve.

As everything seemed to settle, Ikora quickly surveyed the area for any survivors in her vicinity, there were several survivors, each stumbling as the dust settled. She could hear the barking of orders and saw republic defenders pushing up, she realised the sith had been pushed back momentarily. Ikora turned towards the fallen arch and noticed Sith still inside the building, seeing as Cain was preoccupied with Lanna, she found Luca, keeping a stern gaze on him she met his eye. Ikora was close to the defenders now, and she stood defiant. Her clothes in tatters, blood, scratches and half her horn missing she was prepared to see this through and ignited her blue lightsaber.

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Jason was really quite overwhelmed. As the entire archway caved in he had first run for his life and then dived, praying to all kinds of gods just to save his ass. And he had survived, by some miracle of another. After he dived he had buried his head in his arms, felt a light shower of rocks batter him and then it all ceased. He looked around him to see a massive piece of ceiling just a few feet away from him. He thanked the gods, and his luck. Standing he made his way through the haze, moving away from the bloody arch sick to his stomach at the devastation that had already unfolded. He heard orders being shout, he recognised the lieutenants voice, gruff and authoritative, felt reassured and headed in that direction. As he made his way, he spotted a few bodies sprawled out. Some weren't moving at all, others were stirring. Down a hallway there was a man leaning against a wall, hand clasped to his side. He fell off to his side and Jason's gut wrenched, shit, shit. fuck. He ran over to the mans side and inspected him, he was in bad shape. Jason slapped the man, trying to keep him conscious, shouting "We need a medic!" He propped the man back up against the wall, and inspected the wound, putting pressure on the wound until help arrived.

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[SithFTW]

When the walker had blown, Ka-Ragt let his body go limp. The Sith was blasted backwards, but landed on his feet, sliding several feet before stopping. Shrapnel had cut his face and arms, but not nearly enough to stop the Sith. With the Arch-way now collapsed, the entrance had just become much easier to defend. The gaps between the rubble would make excellent choke points, where the Republic would simple gun down the Sith. To try and go through the rubble at the front of the building was a suicide mission. Ka-Ragt was determined to find another way inside, so he could nullify the GAR and Jedi inside, and make way for the Sith forces.

As the Republic forces outside were slaughtered by the onslaught of Sith, Ka-Ragt soon realized that taking the Senate Building would likely turn into a siege of sorts. Chances are, the Republic were making fortifications wherever they could. The Sith would have to fight through every room, corridor, and crawl space. If the intial fighting wasn't bloody enough, there was a fair chance that this battle would turn into a war of attrition.

"You two with me." Ka-Ragg snarled at a pair of Acolytes, who in their rage were beating the corpse of some poor Jedi. Ka-Ragt gazed over towards Cain and his priests with a look of disgust. Cain seemed to be more focused on capturing the Jedi then the capital. If Ka-Ragg was in his place, He'd have already butchered the Jedi and moved on. The longer the Sith battled outside the building, the more time the Republic would have to prepare.

Ka-Ragg had seen the device that the GAR Lieutenant had thrown at Cain. It would have taken minimal effort for the Zabrak Sith to simply propel the grenade back with The Force. However, Ka-Ragt didn't necessarily want that. In fact, Ka-Ragt hoped that Cain would be killed. One less person he had to compete with. One less ally Ka-Ragtbwould have to share the glory with.

Thanks to the blast from the Walker, Ka-Ragt was far enough away that he was fairly certain that whatever the grenade was, would have no affect on him. So, The Sith set out to carry out his own personal quest for glory. The first step would be finding and alternate way into the building, and Ka-Ragt had just the idea.

Using one of the colossal stone statues, Ka-Ragt intended on punching a hole into the second or third floor of the Senate building, and using the statue itself as a ramp to the upper levels. However, the GAR continued to rain fire down from the windows and balconies of the upper level. Avoiding fire long enough to move one of the massive stone structures would be quite the challenge. Ka-Ragt had a plan for that too. Sure, people were bound to die, but that wasn't really Ka-Ragt's concern. After all, nearly the entire Sith fleet was here. They were in no way short on Man Power.

Ka-Ragt and the two acolytes began weaving through the rubble. The area was full or corpses, Sith and Republic alike. However, most of the Repulbic forces had repatriated into the building, those that remained were already pre-occupied. Ka-Ragg and the two acolytes encountered little resistance as they made their way back to one of the fallen statues. It wasn't exactly hard to find, considering it's sheer size.

The Trio began to move to the giant stone pillar, their combined force barely enough to keep the statue from crashing back down to the ground. As Ka-Ragt and the Acolytes slowly began to move back towards the Senate building, they came under fire from the Republic soldiers perched in the upper levels of the building.

"Give us covering fire now!" Ka-Ragt snarled at a group of SBZ grunts whom were doing their best to clear grounds for new landing zones for reinforcements. The men and woman returned fire, suppressing some of the GAR forces, but it would still be a struggle to get the statue to the senate building. After all, it's hard to keep focus when you're under fire.

 

[Vinny]

Spoiler: OOC

I certainly hope this post is better for you guys!

Danger!

Where? Cain spun, this was not the danger he had hoped to sense. He flicked his lightsaber at Lanna in an effort to keep the half-dozen priests focused on their task of subduing her. There! To the west flank of his forces and those of the SBZ. A full company of republic troops came pouring in through the side passage around the curvature of the Senate Building. His eyes widened with surprise, the blasterfire nearly catching him off guard. He hastily raised his weapon to block a few strikes as he took several measured steps back, reviewing the situation. There was no time left to spend on captures and conversions-he would have to apologize to Lady Solum when the time came. His priority shifted with the tide of battle along with several sith dying with the initial onslaught of republic troops.

"Warriors! Form a line! Deflect!" Cain roared, Sith warriors in armor and light robes rushed forward to form a line in front of the priests. Between them and the republic was a dead zone of debris and flames. Their lightsabers at the ready they began to enter defensive forms and stances, deflecting bolts back at the republic defenders. Cain glanced back at his priests, he had lost several in the initial confrontation-what a horrid mistake on his part. Fortunately there were more on their way, Tund had a vast supply of priests for him to throw at the enemy and new converts came in every day.

Another tingle of danger, Cain looked up, a solitary cylinder flickered to life. His eyes went wide as it arced over his men. Whatever it was, it was no simple grenade, his instincts told him it's effects would be catastrophic. He snarled, holding up his hand and concentrating on the object, using the force to absorb every ounce of energy from it. Light flickered and began to burst out but the dark side consumed it, tearing the object to pieces. Unfortunately, the sudden effort left Cain winded. The Dark Prophet staggered backwards, passing through the wall of priests behind him to safety. He would need to recuperate.

"Do it." Cain snarled at one of the higher ranking priests.

The priest inclined his head and the others gathered together, they began to mutter and chant with one another while the sith warriors maintained their protective wall. The spell would take just a moment to cast without Cain's help. Once cast though, any weak minded victim would be sent into a bloodrage, attacking the first person closest to them. He took a shallow breath and squinted up at the walls, Ka-Ragt had run off on his own, typical fool. He couldn't blame him though. He shook his head and looked for Lord Jissard. He was nowhere to be seen. Probably engaged with the other female Jedi. It was up to Cain to get the main force into the senate building. He turned to two priests;

"Take some troopers and load the parked speeders with explosives, send them at the walls-I don't care where." He said, and they set to work loading remote grenades into several low hovering vehicles and levitating them with the force. They hurled them at the building, not bothering to aim, just destroy and instill fear.

---​

Just as Jason found the wounded man with the parachute, a pair of sith priests climbed their way through the opening in the wall. One of them crumpled to the ground as a stray blaster bolt from outside went clear through his back and chest. The other ignited his lightsaber and stalked toward Jason and the wounded man. "My master wants this one alive, you will help me treat him and carry him, comply, or I will end your miserable life." The Priest growled.

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[Enuf]

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His form lurched and moved as the Walker exploded, the dust overtaking his form as he rolled behind a large block of cover protecting himself inside of what one would call a Force Cocoon, a shield protecting him from the raining debris and shrapnel from the Self Destruction of the Walker his Sabre's deactivating in the process.. His eyes traced and watched as the Pilot lurched across the sky before rising to his full height the shield fading from his form.Rising to his full height, his eyes bounced over the destruction of the Planet a almost pleasurable groan escaped his mouth followed by a light chuckle as his nostrils flared breathing in the smokey fire filled air, a taunting voice escaped his lips "You have your choices, Jedi."


Luca stared at Ikora, his eyes locking with hers, his form was in much better shape then she was as only minor cuts were seen across his body. His Dark leather was still mostly in one piece as his Sabers continued to illuminate his shadowing figure in-front of her "For years...and years we've waited, a strike in your heart. I expected you Jedi to defend this City to their last breath and yet they fall at our feet like vermin. After we are done here we will sack your temple and burn it to the ground." a cackle would emit from his mouth, his foot slid back as both sabers activated once more as he began a trot towards her before his wrist would flick violently towards her his Left Saber hilt flying from his hand in a circular motion as it flew towards her with the aid of a invisible power. Though as soon as it's flung he approached with his right saber in another lateral swing at her attempting to forcefully lock Blades with the Jedi.

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[Berlioz]

Spoiler: OOC

I certainly hope this post is better for you guys!

Danger!

Where? Cain spun, this was not the danger he had hoped to sense. He flicked his lightsaber at Lanna in an effort to keep the half-dozen priests focused on their task of subduing her. There! To the west flank of his forces and those of the SBZ. A full company of republic troops came pouring in through the side passage around the curvature of the Senate Building. His eyes widened with surprise, the blasterfire nearly catching him off guard. He hastily raised his weapon to block a few strikes as he took several measured steps back, reviewing the situation. There was no time left to spend on captures and conversions-he would have to apologize to Lady Solum when the time came. His priority shifted with the tide of battle along with several sith dying with the initial onslaught of republic troops.

"Warriors! Form a line! Deflect!" Cain roared, Sith warriors in armor and light robes rushed forward to form a line in front of the priests. Between them and the republic was a dead zone of debris and flames. Their lightsabers at the ready they began to enter defensive forms and stances, deflecting bolts back at the republic defenders. Cain glanced back at his priests, he had lost several in the initial confrontation-what a horrid mistake on his part. Fortunately there were more on their way, Tund had a vast supply of priests for him to throw at the enemy and new converts came in every day.

Another tingle of danger, Cain looked up, a solitary cylinder flickered to life. His eyes went wide as it arced over his men. Whatever it was, it was no simple grenade, his instincts told him it's effects would be catastrophic. He snarled, holding up his hand and concentrating on the object, using the force to absorb every ounce of energy from it. Light flickered and began to burst out but the dark side consumed it, tearing the object to pieces. Unfortunately, the sudden effort left Cain winded. The Dark Prophet staggered backwards, passing through the wall of priests behind him to safety. He would need to recuperate.

"Do it." Cain snarled at one of the higher ranking priests.

The priest inclined his head and the others gathered together, they began to mutter and chant with one another while the sith warriors maintained their protective wall. The spell would take just a moment to cast without Cain's help. Once cast though, any weak minded victim would be sent into a bloodrage, attacking the first person closest to them. He took a shallow breath and squinted up at the walls, Ka-Ragt had run off on his own, typical fool. He couldn't blame him though. He shook his head and looked for Lord Jissard. He was nowhere to be seen. Probably engaged with the other female Jedi. It was up to Cain to get the main force into the senate building. He turned to two priests;

"Take some troopers and load the parked speeders with explosives, send them at the walls-I don't care where." He said, and they set to work loading remote grenades into several low hovering vehicles and levitating them with the force. They hurled them at the building, not bothering to aim, just destroy and instill fear.

---​

Just as Jason found the wounded man with the parachute, a pair of sith priests climbed their way through the opening in the wall. One of them crumpled to the ground as a stray blaster bolt from outside went clear through his back and chest. The other ignited his lightsaber and stalked toward Jason and the wounded man. "My master wants this one alive, you will help me treat him and carry him, comply, or I will end your miserable life." The Priest growled.

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His eyes twitched, seeing the lady in red draw closer. His heartbeat quickened. Ray's eyes shut for a brief moment, suddenly feeling a foreign force sit him upri-

Slap.

Ray's eyes jerked open, a gasp of air returning to his lungs as his sanity briefly returned to him. He coughed, seeing a rough-looking Soldier applying pressure to his side injury. His muffled ears tuned slightly, "-edic!" Ray's head leaned back against the wall, his eyes noting a sudden light to his left. His head turned, feeling his eyes widen. Adrenaline surged through his body, a brief push of recollection washing over his thoughts as he stared at the Red Lightsaber. His body now heavily jerked, his ears catching the Sith Priest's words,

"My master wants this one alive, you will help me treat him and carry him,"

Ray's head spun for a brief second, his mind working as fast as it could.

Wait, wait, I'm not...I'm not dead. I'm not dead, not- he winced, GOD this hurts, alright.

Ray nodded at his rescuer, meeting his eyes for a brief second - Trust me.

"Alive? For...ugh, god, The Master, huh? Shit, I'd be one hell of an idiot to turn you down. I accept, get my happy ass to him, screw these guys."

Whoever the hell is in charge of this lunatic wants me alive.

Ray looked over towards his rescuer, giving him a ginger pat as he clambered to his feet, "Ah...Man, really. I don't get the Republic. You try to save their asses, and the Jedi suddenly cut you off from reinforcements and leave your ass to die. Screw it, can't be any worse than where I am now, right?"

Meaning, as it stands - I got some bargaining room.

Ray staggered towards the Sith, turning his back to his rescuer. He pressed his left arm against the wall, propping himself against it as his right hand hugged his left ribcage - 10 steps away. He reached to the small of his back, lazily tossing his blaster pistol to the floor, disarming himself. He gave the Sith a smile,

"Buddy...Y'all got any Sith honnies or what? I mean, y'all screw, right? Do Sith screw?"

Since I got some room, I can get close.

He chuckled, continuing to limp towards the Sith, "Shit...I imagine you guys're into some of the kinkiest shit ever. Whips," he laughed, feeling oxygen returning to his lungs - 8 steps away. "Chains...The works, am I right? I get it. I'm into some f'ucked up shit too, man, don't worry."

I get close, and-

Ray drew ever closer to the Sith, shutting his eyes for a second, his mind capturing a brief mental still of the Sith's body and his lightsaber's position - 3 steps.

"Hell, I know those Walkers the Sith got're mighty nice. Shiny new Spider Lance models. Bigger than ours, got the 2 gallon tibanna reserves, shiny new quad-piston servos, shiiiit. You saw what I just did with one of those wanky Pub models, wait 'till I get my hands on one of those, right?"

Ray took three limping steps forward. His toes curled slightly within his boots, a vivid memory coming to mind. There he was, in the Swoop Parking Lot by the Blue Kyber. Fights ensued on the daily, as men and rarely women gathered to beat the absolute piss out of one another in the name of stress, and mania. Ray paused, wiggling his toes within his boots as he stood by the Sith's side, F'uck me, I never won that much, did I?

"Man, you know what I hate?"


(Track.)

He paused, giving a look up to the Sith priest, noting the albino's sickly white complexion with sinister yellow eyes. Ray tilted his head slightly, casting a side-long stare at his capturer. Better win one now.

"I really hate how you Wizard shits count out the little guys."

Spoiler

Ray's hands shot from his sides like thunderbolts, seizing the Sith Priest's saber-wielding wrist with a vice. His head swung forward, smashing his bloody forehead against the Albino, robed Sith's skull. Ray's hands pulled the saber from the Sith's hands, tossing the glowing weapon down the corridor as the Sith stumbled backwards. Ray's hands shot up by his sides - a boxer's stance. His right foot lunged forward, sliding across the wet marble tile - his right arm in rear tow. The Sith gathered his bearings, eyes widening slightly in shock as the decrepit man wailed the Force User's face with a righteous haymaker to the nose.

The Robed Sith flailed backwards, his back slamming against a pristine burgundy wall. Ray closed forward, clenching his jaw and tucking his head low to his chest. The Sith's right leg swung up upward to Ray's stomach, his black robes swirling in motion. Ray's hands shot out once more, gripping the Sith's leg by his side and jerking him forward - smashing his bloody forehead against the Sith's face once more.

The Priest's leg went limp for a split second, dropping as Ray's hands released their grip. A right fist struck the Sith's stomach in a rapid uppercut, followed by a left hook to the temple. Ray's knuckles cracked slightly on impact, the Priest staggering over onto the floor. Rain battered the wounded boxer's back as his hands shot up to his sides, readopting his fighting stance as his black boots swished through the slippery tiles once more.

Ray's body screamed in pain, his ribs feeling like a torn vortex within his core.

His mind, faint. His breathing, heavy.

His eyes, sharp. His feet, fluid. His hands, ready.

He was alive.

The Sith seemed to have gathered his composure in a split second, having grown tired of being the Engineer's punching bag. The Sith lunged forward with renewed vigor, calling on the force for strength. The Sith replied with a vindictive uppercut, catching Ray in the stomach. Blood shot from his lips, his vision blurring for a second. The Sith's free hand shot outward, striking Ray's nose with an open palm strike. Ray's eyes blurred, his battered body staggering towards the shattered office window.

A woman's voice reached his ears,

Fight!

His right foot slammed against the marble tile, catching his slide. His eyes burned open, his chest taking a heavy breath. The Sith lunged forward, now in an enraged trance - death was no longer in the cards, only hellacious murder. Ray's left foot turned, sliding against the window's edge. His left shoulder tightened, feeling the rain pitter patter against the back of his head. A hefty breath reached his lungs. His back muscles broadened. His right shoulder dipped forward, his head ducked to his chest.

The Sith extended a fierce fist to his opponent. Ray's bloodied lips parted, opening in a bellowing battlecry.

FIGHT!

The Sith's right hand phased through air, the Engineer's head ducking below the Priest. Ray's right fist rose from below, striking the Sith's abdomen with an uppercut that stopped the man dead in his tracks. The Sith's fleshy abdomen shook with a fierce reverb; water erupted from the Sith's robes, patting the wall across the room from the raw impact. Adrenaline surged through the Engineer's body. Ray's left hand shot outward to the Priest's stunned face-

A jab.

Another.

Another.

A right hook.

A left hook.

A right hook.

Left core.

Right core.

A straight.

Now!

Blood spat from the Sith's face, until Ray's hands finally gripped the man's robes, turning on his black boots. With a mighty exclaim, he thrust the Sith from the shattered office window, sending him plummeting to the depths below.

Ray stood at the Office balcony, staring downward. His face, a bloodied mess. He placed a tender hand on his abdomen's wound, and turned back towards the Senate corridor. With a painful exhale, he tore his ashen gray tank-top from his chest, wrapping it around his abdomen with a tight-knot. He turned, taking several heavy footsteps back down the Senate upper corridor.

"Thanks for the wake up call...Let's go join the others, we still got shit to do."

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(OOC: Any day that I can unironically write to Rocky is a damn good day. Let's go boys. FeelsGoodMan.)​

 

[Zenya]

Lanna was prepared to fight the Sith priest. She could feel the heat rising around her, and was quite disappointed when his attention was pulled from the approaching battle between them, to the gaping hole in the capital building. Luckily the girl could brush aside her personal issues. Whipping back around to the building, she spotted Ikora. If she could not expel her energy on the man that had previously captured her to give to the Sith Brotherhood, she would go back to her original plan of assisting her good friend.

Taking care to block oncoming blasterfire, she made her way to the woman.

The dangers were obviously rising. grenades exploded in the air, and she had to push them away as best she could with the force. To shield from the debris, she made an umbrella of force energy above her.

A Sith approached the woman. Lanna had her eyes on the man, sprinting over to assist. Twirling her saber up, and then back down with determined strength, he would now have to split his attention, with each saber between the two women.

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[saam]

She listened to the Sith, irritated at his arrogance and responded with a curt tone, "Be assured that we will repay you for this attack." Then she swung out her lightsaber and walked to meet the running Sith. As the red lightsaber flung through the air, Ikora arced her blade from right to left, blocking the lightsaber and sending it ricocheting off, before bearing down upon the blade Luca held. Battering away his lateral swing, she slammed her shoulder into his body before following up with several more strikes.
Ikora could feel Lanna approaching and so taking a step back she reached with the force and gripped the Sith's lightsaber that had skittered away. It flew to her free hand. Meeting the Sith's eyes once again, she took a breath and stilled herself, hesitating for a moment before she said, "You'll need this," she threw him the blade. It was out of her virtue rather than respect.
Then to Lanna as she arrived, "It's good to see you again Lanna."

-​

He was resilient and actually responded after the slap, it was a good sign, though those were hard to come by in war and didn't stay around for long.
The wall had exploded suddenly making him jump out of his skin, an arm covering his head from the debris. His head snapped around to peer through a newly made door, albeit a little rough around the edges, it opened up a whole new slew of issues. Just can't catch a break, first the arch, now the walls. Fuck me silly. He waited and watched as two ominous figures entered. Two Sith, he sighed my lucks not what it used to be. Then a blaster bolt slammed through one of them, scratch that, one Sith. Okay that's slightly better but I'm still screwed.
"My master wants this one alive, you will help me treat him and carry him, comply, or I will end your miserable life."
Jason exchanged glances with Ray, who seemed to be racing to come up with something to get them both out of this mess. Their eyes met and Ray seemed to take control of the situation. He went on rambling about this and that, Jason lent out an arm to help him stand as Ray continued to talk, disarm himself and hobble over towards the Sith on his own volition. When suddenly he jabbed out. Jason felt those seconds fly by, but they were magnificent to see. It was like those underground boxing matches he'd often sneaked out to see. Mostly bare-knuckles, no rules, just a barrage of will and blood. And then it was over, with the Sith falling from view and the victor who now looked more worse for wear than ever. Though he was conscious, and that was a start.
He lent the man support and aided him up the corridor. There was a moments of silence before he said "Man that was, that was some shit you don't see everyday." Jason smiled as shook his head, "But I have to say," he faced Ray, "My money was on the Sith."

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[Calixis]

"Incoming!" As numerous speeders of varying sizes had begun to literally rise up from the ground it had quickly become apparent what their intent was. "Spread out!" As the oversized hunks of metal came hurtling through the air, their size at least afforded the defenders some warning and time to scatter; dive, crawl or just run out of the way of the descent. The sound of loud crashes rose up above the blaster fire as they impacted with the ground and walls, joined by the groans of strained metal as they grinded to a halt. "Blasters front, they're coming ag-" The Lieutenant's words were drowned out by the violent cacophony of explosions erupting from the fallen speeders. Bits of metal, bone, blood and concrete showered the defenders. Cries of pain and panic went unheard over the chain eruptions, throwing men and debris in all directions. Entire sections of the Capitol Building's walls were torn asunder, but still they held, unbreached and offering no entrance to the invaders.

Lieutenant Krusair snarled in a mixture of frustration and sheer rage, spitting out the crude taste of dust and copper-tasting blood. His breaths were short, his heart pounding furiously against his chest, ears filled only with an infuriating ringing noise. Crawling forward, Skahl reached out for his rifle, pulling it back towards him by the sling and began to lift himself upright and onto his feet. The incessant ringing did not abate. Under his breath, he spat and swore a string of profanity that went unheard by his own ears. A cloud of dust enshrouded the man - and those around the soldier - but ahead of him he could still clearly make out the top of the building's grand entrance. "Hold your ground!" Roaring at the top of his lungs, Skahl finally heard something of his own voice. "Get the wounded inside!" Without breaking his limping advance, the Lieutenant swung to hook his arm under the Sergeant's shoulder, starting to drag the seemingly unconscious woman back towards the doors.

Finally, though the yellow-tinted dust, he could properly make out some of the silhouettes as several Republic soldiers ran past and directly towards him. It was starting to clear, and rapidly, giving them mere seconds more before they were again exposed to the fields of fire... but then, so would the Sith. "Corporal, take her." A Mirialan gave the Lieutenant a swift nod, before hooking both his arms under the Zabrak and began to drag her backwards. Skahl turned, gripping his rifle again in both hands and watched the cloud finally dissipate. Bolts whizzed past him, several struck close to his feet, but this was a scene he'd witnessed before... if not in this place. Once again, he found a strange peace overcome him, even in the midst of such chaos and destruction.

Raising his fingers to his headset, he began to step backwards and towards the looming, great doorways. The whopping great chunk of pillar moving didn't easily escape his attention. "Upper floors, put fire on that bloody pillar!" A makeshift siege tower was the last thing they needed. The Sith here were proving remarkably inventive, presumably because they had to do things other than monologue for once in their lives. Tearing another Supernova from his belt, the Lieutenant thumbed the device to detonate in five seconds to deny any attempt at preventing it. Running straight forward, he leapt up onto one of the devastated speeders, throwing it straight at the Sith attempting to levitate the pillar with a mere two seconds to spare, the grenade detonating mere inches away from the ground at their feet. With their concentration inevitably severed - instantly - in the wake of its activation, the pillar would quickly come crashing down around them.

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[Enuf]

Luca saber raised, blocking her strikes with a clatter of sparks impacting with a magenta colored spark as each saber clashed, his blocks were powerful in his own way as his muscles budged beneath his clothing clasping around his arms. He was no weakling and this was noted by many who have fought him. His eyes locked as she backed off, her Padawan coming to aid her in the battle watching his Saber fly through the air he caught it in his off hand before reactivating it "You've already lost Jedi!" his voice lurched out in anger, as he charged forward again. His hand raised as in a flash, a large force of kinetic energy flew from his hand and towards the Padawan Lanna, a attempt to send her flying back from the fight against the Older Jedi. He continued this in one swift motion, never seeming to stop as he started lashing out against Ikora his footing was precise with each step he swung a powerful blow towards her, a horizontal swing came with his right hand towards Ikora, it seemed he wanted to lock up with her once more, push against her using his own Strength and hopefully overpower her.

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[SithFTW]

As the battle raged on, Ka-Ragt, the acolytes, and their small SBZ escort were nearing the capital building. The opposing fire threatened to end their lives every step of the way, however Cain had created quite the distraction. At least the fool was good for something.

As the speeders were thrown against the walls, the Republic shooters stopped their fire. It seemed as though the men and women of the GAR were more interested in saving their own skins then holding the senate building. The defenders scattered every time one of the speeders were launched at the walls, allowing Ka-Ragt and his small band of supporters precious time. The dust itself provided excellent cover for the group. The giant statue cast an ominous shadow through the smoke and dust as it neared closer and closer to the target.

They had reached the senate building when some damned Lieutenant ruined everything. Ka-Ragt hadn't even seen the grenade coming, he was far too focused on what he was doing. They were so close. Ka-Ragt and the two Acolytes simply needed to lower to stone pillar so it wouldn't break apart on impact. When the device activated, Ka-Ragt's focus slipped away. The statue quickly fell, slamming into the fourth floor of the building before breaking through to the third floor. The heavy stone boulders nearly crashed through the third floor as well, however, the supports held.

As the Statue crashed into the Senate building, it inevitably broke into smaller pieces. The stone that had splintered off the main pillar fell down upon the Sith, crushing many of their escort, including one of the acolytes. One particularly large rock crushed the grenade under its weight, cutting the effect short.

Ka-Ragt gazed up at the makeshift ramparts of the Senate Building with rage in his eyes. As troopers moved to repel Ka-Ragt and what remained of his group, the Sith quickly gave the order to take cover. The rubble left behind from the pillar made effective barriers to protect from the blaster fire. He raked his mind for a new plan. Sure, he could attack the weakened support of the third floor to bring it down on the defenders of the second floor, but that still didn't provide a way into the building. So far, their only option was to scale the rubble, but even then, only the most acrobatic force users would make it and that's if they don't get shot down first.

Despite the fact that Ka-Ragt was running out of ideas, he was determined to be the one that took the Senate building. He refused to play sidekick to the likes of Cain or Luca. His eyes scanned those around him for something they could use. Then he got it. Grenades. The SBZ, while not armed with any sort of launchers, had a few grenades. Even more could be scavenged from the corpses.

"You!" Ka-Ragt snapped, pointing at a large Falleen man. "Start throwing your grenades! The rest of you pay attention, and copy as I do!" Ka-Ragt ordered. By this point, the force was passively affecting his voice, causing it to boom and echo through the air.

As the Falleen through his first grenade, it appeared very evident that it wouldn't reach the defenders, however, Ka-Ragt had already thought of the solution for that. His raised his hand and reached out with the force, guiding the grenade upwards into an open door of the second floor balcony. The detonator blew, and the screams of some unfortunate woman filled the air. Ka-Ragt guided a second grenade, through the same open door. He was targeting the support structures. His plan was simple. The building was already under far more stress then it was designed for, so, Ka-Ragt planned on using the explosives to weaken the structure further, then use whatever means available to bring it down.

After the second grenade, another SBZ and force user paired up, then another, and another. Ka-Ragt has essentially created makeshift mortar crews. As there were not enough force users to pair up with the SBZ, the remaining grunts were given one job. Find more explosives. Men scattered through the battlefield, gathering grenades, and other items for use in the siege.

Ka-Ragt, whom was satisfied with his own creativity slowly backed away from the group. With his lightsaber drawn, he slowly stepped into the open, in sight of the same Lieutenant who had just foiled his original plans. His head turned upwards, staring the man down before flashing a sick smile. If Ka-Ragt couldn't take the capital building, then he at,east wanted that man's head.