The Fall of Korriban: The Fall of the Order

[Valen Pelora]

One truly great city is left on the arid surface of Korriban. There is little to say except that it must fall. The resurgent Home Fleet battles above the sky of the city. Massive Capital ships trade volleys as fighter’s weave in and out. Dreadnoughts, Corvettes, and all manner of vessel can be seen above. A truly massive host has assembled below. The fighting is already in the city. Jedi Knights, Sith Warriors, former Republic soldiers, and current Imperial troopers, are warring throughout the city. Massive walkers on both sides continue to trade artillery fire. Smaller quicker vehicles dart in and out of the city streets. The Great Temple can be seen looming in the background. This is nothing short of an all-out, knockdown, drag out, battle royal. There are various Jedi commanders all throughout the fighting. The goal is simple, take the city.

OOC: Death Disabled

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[Tsunami]

Omnia leapt over a wall with the aid of the force as she engaged a number of Sith in a surprise ambush. Her double bladed lightsaber locking up the clashing of the first blade to hit it as a wave of the force passed through her body only to be expelled from her free hand as a tremendously devastating force lightning the power radiating from her palm as the red arcs of lightning cooked her opponents alive.

"Power, Wrath, Darkness." This was all she muttered, quietly and loud enough for only her to hear. The words drowned out by the agonising screams of the two Sith as they died. Life faded, and the darkness in their eyes would quelled and their scorched bodies fell to the earth, soldering and motionless.

For but a moment Omnia looked around, her surroundings blocking a complete picture of the battle at hand, but in the distance the great temple. She would make her way there, and kill ANY who got in her way.

 

[Nase Talsey]

If the jedi were to be believed this was THE battle. It was understood by the non-force rank and file soldiers, as well as the auxiliary forces; militias, volunteers mercenaries, etc, that this was to be the final cataclysmic battle between the potent force users. Rooster Cogburn had been a Regulator since his mid twenties. He had been introduced to the organization by his father, and accepted their creed to bring swift justice to villains in the lawless places of the galaxy. Regulators were freelance lawmen who believed that justice meant one less scumbag drawing breath in the galaxy. It was for this reason that many had volunteered to join the jedi's auxiliary brigades for the final push on Korriban.

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Rooster rested with a squad of Regulators in a J.S.Z. or a 'Jedi Secured Zone'. J.S.Z.'s were staging areas that had been taken and fortified to an acceptable degree by the first wave of the invasion. The Regulators and most of the other auxiliary forces were part of the second and third waves according to their leves of combat experience. The Regulators and other volunteer brigades were competent combatants, but most of the volunteers did not have war-fighting experience and as such, were responsible for guarding against counter-attacks and conducting mop-up operations. However, reports of stiff resistance and mounting casualties were bringing Rooster and his squad closer and closer to the fighting. Hours ago the squad had been responsible for hunting down sith snipers and saboteurs in their J.S.Z., capturing and killing several in cat and mouse games through the deserted streets. As lawmen in the wilds of settled space, the Regulators had stealth and tracking skills that were useful in pinning down enemy agents.

There was bustling movement around them as wounded were treated, soldiers from the front caught a meal or a fitful sleep.. It was unlike anything that Rooster had ever seen. He had been in some nasty brush before, but war was something different entirely. He wondered how his comrades were dealing with the sensory overload, which even before you considered the rigors and emotions of combat, was mind numbing. The constant roar of explosions and blasterfire and overhead the sounds of ships.. However there was little time for self reflection. A bedraggled female padawan approached the squad..

"Who is the C.O. of the 85th Regulator squad?" She asked, there was already weariness in her voice. Her robes had blaster burns and there was debris in her red hair.

"Aye, that'd be me. What can we do for your miss?" Rooster smiled, doing his best to give some semblance of normalcy to the situation.

"We've got a Tensor-Class Shuttle that's managed to make it through the fighting in the upper atmosphere. They're delivering medical supplies and weaponry to our position. It's too dangerous to return to its carrier so it will stay on-station and serve as a dropship. Your squad will remain near the shuttle with orders to travel to and support jedi in the field upon request."

Before Rooster could respond an Iridonian Regulator stepped forward. "Are you insane?! It was a miracle that Tensor survived the descent. That thing is a bantha! We won't make it a mile before we're blown out of the sky."

The confrontational tone spoke of the stresses of war and Rooster moved to intervene. "Stand down Sinder." He said, raising his arms to separate the Regulator and the young jedi but she had already acted. With tears in her eyes she yelled with frustration as the emotions she had been suppressing from the invasion came roiling to the surface. Her scream was a wave of force energy sent the Regulators stumbling back and stunning them into silence. The jedi woman fell to her knees crying and Rooster realized that this was war. He and the rest of the Regulators weren't ready for this.. for the physical and mental carnage.. But he supposed no one was ever really ready for it. He cautiously approached the Padawan and extended a hand to help her up which she accepted with only a hint of hesitation. "Up you go master jedi. Don't you worry, we'll be on that dropship and we'll be guardian angels to the lucky jedi who calls us in."

She dried her eyes, gave a smile before her face hardened into a mask of suppressed emotion and she turned away to join the throng of soldiers, jedi and medics. Rooster looked at his comrades, his friend Kublai and felt a great sense of sadness. Rooster wondered why the price of defeating evil was so high. In his short stint on the battlefield he had already felt rage and despair and clearly so too had the Padawan and Sinder and those were purportedly the things that the jedi, the Regulators, that everyone who worked for a better galaxy attempted to overcome..

While Rooster's mind wandered, the battle-scarred Tensor Class Shuttle had landed.
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="Transmission to all Jedi forces in the field. This is Rooster Cogburn of the 85th Regulator Squad with orders to provide squad-level support to besieged or stalled offensives. Our transport is on stand-by."=

 

[Minuteman75]

It wasn't easy infiltrating into an fleet of Jedi, but Shiro Yama Fett managed because he hitched a ride onboard a vessel filled with only former republic soldiers under the guise of a simple Outer Rim mercenary. Plus it helped he didn't wear his Mandalorian armor and kept it hidden in an case. In all honesty it felt so weird to be among men and women who served the fallen Republic as he once did. Whatever ties he had with them were were vastly outweighed with his loyalty to Mandalore, however. He was not here to avenge a dead and unworthy government and most certainly not die for the Jedi but to kill Sith...

That is the one thing that remained consistent throughout his adult life, undying loathing for the dark side worshiping cultists and any followers stupid enough to whore themselves to such abominations. In his tannish merc and hood, Shiro walked briskly through one of the warship's hallways with the case in hand alone. Where most were getting ready to hop on transports and fighters were already manning their battle stations, the undercover Mando was headed for the lifeboat section. He had learn through scuttlebutt that they were just above the upper atmosphere where the 'great Sith city' laid directly below.

That's where I'm going.

The spaceborn Mandalorian thought before stopping in front of one of the escape pods within the center. Opening the hatch, he entered inside and closed the door behind him. Shiro then proceeded strip out of the disguise and put on his emerald colored CCT armor that marked his allegiance quite clear. While it would be logical just to stay uncover and sneak in a few kills then head back for the Dominion, but the warrior wanted his hated foes to know exactly who he is. Of course the main question will be how the Jedi and their auxiliaries react to a Mandalorian being on the battlefield. More than likely, they will be too occupied to care about a single rogue running around, unless he caused them trouble.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, Shiro checked his weapons one last time before sitting down. Then the veteran pressed the release button, the pod burst forth from the latch and descended for his destination. Hitting atmosphere, the pod began to shake violently and Shiro held unto any gird at hand for balance.

"Glad that I eat only a light snack. Otherwise I be puking in my helmet right now."

Shiro chuckled to himself with the shaking getting worse and worse. He watched on through the viewpoint as the clouds parted and finally saw the target. The city was already in flames, judging by the massive smoke. Being a survivor of Battle of Coresucant, the irony of what's happening below wasn't lost on him. About the time Sith were on the receiving end of the same treatment they dealt out to others, he concluded. The only regret Shiro had in this very moment was that it wasn't his beloved Dominion tearing this place apart.

Such ponderings were stowed away, just as he remembered that he will going down into there real soon. Bracing himself, Shiro held on tight, his pod soaring down as a comet and made impact. It crashed right into the top roof of a large propaganda station, smashing through one level after another until finally stopped dead center at water fountain in the reception center. Feeling like hell, Shiro sat where he was for a few minutes, to regathering his bearings and thank whatever deities that existed he survived. Taking off the strays the supercommando put on his jet pack and climbed out of the pod, opening the back hatch again.

Shiro jumped down, splashing water. Brandishing his blaster pistol, he looked around the surroundings. Sparks from crushed wires ignited and sirens blared repeatedly. Stepping out of the foundation, the Mando noted the devasted hole he made on top uttering a whistle, impressed with himself.

"Time to find a good vantage point, so I can analyze the situation. Hopefully there still plenty of Sith and Imperials to exterminate in this city."

Whispering that to himself, Shiro Yama Fett made his exit from the reception area, knowing he was in for an interesting time.

 

[Valen Pelora]

Master Zelek Thal was surrounded by blaster fire. He stood in the center of a heavily fortified temporary command base. Ruble, mobile shields, and duracrete bags had been pilled all around to create a safe zone. His forces were at a cross section of four streets. Soldiers, mercenaries, and Jedi battled against the encroaching Imperial forces. There was a schism between the Sith and the Legion, but there were still loyal Legionnaires. The sandy haired human Jedi Master was in command of the western portion of the city. He stared at a discouraging holo-display. They were pinned down and slogging through heavily entrenched Sith forces. Air support was negligible until the Home Fleet cleared the skies. A crystal-clear transmission came through. He did not know this Rooster Cogburn, but he would take all the help he could get.

“Mr. Cogburn, this is Jedi Master Thal. Five blocks west from your position a handful of Jedi Knights are pinned down in a crumbling building. They could use the help, and we need that area cleared to move forward.” (@Nase Talsey ) Hopefully, Rooster would be able to make one part of his life easier. Zelek turned to glower at a hooded figure to his left. “Just going to watch Ms. Moore?”

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The city had devolved into chaos. The best laid plans of the Order had slid sideways. Pockets of Jedi led by the upper echelons of their Masters struggled to move forward. Air support was fleeting as the Home Fleet warred with its Imperial counterpart. The massive capital ships could be seen trading body blows above. Brilliant colors flashed as explosions rocked the earth. Alexia Therases Morr stood silently in one of those pockets. Her hood was carefully drawn to hide her face, her armor and Lightsabers secure. A Sunspear pistol was strapped to her leg. A scowl plastered to her face.

This entire battle was descending into chaos. The Darkside was hammering at her mind. She had taken a tremendous risk by coming here. A thousand old feelings welled in her soul. It took all of her strength to keep the whispers at bay. Korriban had never been home to her, Tund had been her palace of Darkness. The pull was just as strong. The Darkness begging her to embrace the sweet song. Alexia would not fold. She held back from the fighting not out of fear of the Dark, but because she had other orders. She was not Master Thal’s to command. She was waiting for the right time, she was waiting for a certain Sith to show himself.

The Lords of the Sith had fallen, there were still powerful Darksiders to fear. Those who had abandoned the lust for power to safer pursuits. They were dangerous, and one commanded the defense of the city. That was her goal, that was her mission. Alexia smiled at the frazzled Jedi Master. “Soon, Master Thal. You have your orders and I have mine.” Her red lipped smile widened.

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A hunched figure curved a pale finger at a Legion Commander. His face was hidden by a mask, his body covered in a scarlet cloak. His voice was hoarse as he spoke. “Report commander.” The Legionnaire saluted and quickly obeyed. “One of the scouts reported a pod crashing in sector W-8. Looks to be a random Mandalorian.” The cloaked figure nodded. “Send ten of your best to deal with the Mandalorian. (@Minuteman75) The rest?” The commander continued. “Ah yes, two Sith on the outer wall fell silent.” Two pale hands patted the cloak. “Send three of the Inquisitions Templar to investigate. (@Tsunami)” The Legionnaire saluted and went to carry out the orders.

 

[Korvo]

A brilliant resonance of light cracked forth at the clashing of blades as Praedyth parried a crimson lightsaber with his own. Plasma bolts of a spectrum of intensities rained across the cityscape, blowing out chunks of duracrete and transparisteel. Following up his defensive swing, the Onderonian king locked the two lightsaber blades, sliding his own blade until it came near to the guard and parried both blades down, taking advantage of his Songsteel hilt. Both blades struck the ground and immediately Praedyth twisted his wrist, forcing the Sith's hilt out of his hand as he simultaneously executed an uppercut slash, carving a burned path through the Sith's torso, and then stabbing him as he fell to the ground.

Pulling his blade up from the Sith's corpse, Praedyth immediately unleashed a telekinetic blast at another company of Imperial troopers. It was not enough to knock them unconscious, much less kill them, but it would be more than adequate to disrupt the cohesion of their formation. In the heat of battle, it often took much less to break or rout an enemy company.

"Captain Tandin! Take your company and push into the district of the Governing Center!"

"Yes, my lord!"

"Commander Vorich, accompany Tandin's company and press the attack! Guard their flanks!"

"It will be done, my lord."

"Lord Kurindal, take your troops to the spires, reinforce the Jedi taking the towers! To take the skies, we must have every advantage!"

As the troops dispersed, Praedyth continued on into the increasingly-ruined city. This battle was a fine line between war and unbridled chaos. As for him, Praedyth's goal was the communications relay. Coordination was all that was keeping either side cohesive and tactical. An army would need to fight for every inch of ground, but a single man? A single infiltrator could achieve what a thousand couldn't, in this circumstance. And Praedyth would see it done.

Gear→ Arms Armor Equipment Tags

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• Prásaelúr (lightsaber) || Shoto (cyan; concealed) || Wrist-mounted vibroblade (left gauntlet; concealed)
  
• Ceremonial War Armor (Jedi Modular Armor equivalent; black cloak) || Scatterweave Augmentation
• Dual-end Grapple Launcher (right gauntlet) || HA-ORS
• @Raydo

 

[Raydo]

Zerrid didn't really care if Korriban fell. The fact that the bloated Sith War Machine had managed to keep the war away for so long was half the lack of significance the world held outside the Sith and the ineptitude of the Jedi Army. He had hoped to arrive amidst the confusion just before the fighting started and get it hands on any information he could. This information would prove invaluable in moving against his seniors in the coming days.

The city had already fallen into the chaos of battle before he had reached the communications station, but the fighting had not reached the building quite yet. Many others around him flung themselves into a frenzy as they rushed towards the battle. This is why the Sith were losing, they had traded cunning for a bloodthirsty recklessness. His day would come when he led the Sith Order back into glory, and he had a feeling it all started with the intel.

Within moments he found himself in the main terminal. He quickly dealt with the Imperial Officer who had been the first one with enough sense to question him. He plugged the data transmitter into one of the terminals and watched as it began transferring data to his ship's computer. Now all he needed was several moments for the data transfer to complete.

His dormant lightsaber was in his hand as the door quietly slid open. At first, he assumed someone else had gotten the same idea he had. He would destroy the information before letting another Sith seize the information that was rightfully his. But no, this was no Sith. The Jedi had finally made it to the interior of the city. "My fight isn't with you, Jedi." he said turning towards the open doorway.

@Korvo

 

[Nase Talsey]

="We read you Master Thal (@Valen Pelora), we are inbound to provide support."=

Rooster removed the headset and returned it to the Comm Station. "Alright, do we have their coordinates?" He asked, as he pushed away from the console and stood behind the pilot. The forward viewports showed a city on fire, obscured by the countless plumes of black smoke rising across the horizon. Rooster had been uneasy with his orders when they were given to him by that padawan, but now that he was in the air he wanted to puke. He felt like they were a sitting duck. As Sinder, the Iridonian Regulator, had mentioned back as the J.S.Z., the Tensor Class was slow as a bantha and he kept expecting a surface rocket or stray Sith starfighter to blow them out of the sky.

"Yeah, we got a data packet embedded within their transmission, looks like their under heavy fire from a number of fixed positions." Said the Corellian Pilot. His name was Mors D'solo and he was something of a legend in the fleet as a luckier-than-most pilot. He had been grounded for reckless behavior but had managed to get himself flying a shuttle during the invasion. "We'll come in guns-blazing, the gunner'll love that. The jedi have already done us the honor of painting the sith positions. You better get ready for the drop. We've got it from here." If Rooster had been able to see the pilot's manic eyes as he angled the deflector shields and pushed the sluggish engines to a moderate speed, he would probably have been more terrified than he already was.

He made his way down the narrow hall to the cargo bay where the squad (18) were waiting silently. In most other circumstances they were the toughest men and women in the outer rim, but their typically boisterous attitudes had been depressed by Korriban. Rooster found them checking their weapons and pounding Tarisian Ale and partaking in other stimulants. "We're about five clicks out. We're coming in hot. Our "gunship" He said with air quotes, eliciting a few chuckles "will make a pass and then hover providing cover-fire while we repel down and engage enemy forces."

The 18 Regulators were a diverse-bunch but all were equipped in Regulator Armor with accompanying blast-resistance duster. They were powered by battle stimulants and wore infra-red and night-vision goggles as well as gas masks. They were armed with a variety of personal weapons, however the Jedi had provided them with Particle Rifles in case they had to engage with lightsaber wielding force users.

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As the shuttle approached the besieged jedi position, D'solo slowed the engines and jammed the local comm-channels to stifle the enemy's ability to communicate without using encrypted signals.. The front of the shuttle lit up with red flashes as its forward facing lasers and its turret sent spears of energy towards the streets and adjacent buildings that the jedi on the ground had indicated as targets. As the shuttle glided over their targets and began to loop around, it drew ground fire that pinged harmlessly off its military grade shields. Coming back around, it unleashed another volley at the source of incoming fire and a small 2 story building collapsed, burying its occupants.

The shuttle hovered over the first target, a large hotel or residence. The cargo bay doors were opened and a half dozen satchel charges landed on the building's roof. With a deafening roar the explosions blasted the roof downward and opened up a crater, exposing the interior of the building. Rooster, Kublai, Sinder, and 4 other Regulators jumped out of the cargo bay and slid down tethered ropes into the heart of the sith occupied building. Their descent was concealed by the confusion caused by the explosion and the smoke. The Regulator's goggles and mask filtered out the smoke and helped them see as their boots touched the ground. Electing to use his pistol in the tight confines of the building, Rooster unholstered his pistol. "Alright, it's hunting time." He said as he motioned the group forward towards the side of the building facing the jedi position. They would split up into teams and go floor-by-floor eliminating the Legionnaires firing upon the jedi.

Kublai followed behind Rooster as the man stepped over a sith, half buried in the rubble. He was following the heat signature of a portable turret that the enemy had set up in the upcoming room. The barrel's bright red heat signature could be seen clearly seen from the drop. It was laying down a constant stream of fire and had to be stopped. As the two regulators approached the door it opened and an armored trooper almost walked into Rooster. The regulator was the first to react, bring his pistol up under the soldier's chin and firing, his armor useless at that range. The blast alerted his fellows and the room's occupants turned to pepper the doorway with fire, forcing Rooster to roll to the other side of the doorway. Kublai raised his vibro-axe and waited for the sith to come out to chase Rooster. He did not have to wait long as another stepped out. The Whipid's swing exploded the Legionnaire's chest and sent him flying back into the room.

"Kublai, get back." Said Rooster, who had recovered and knelt with a pair of fragmentation grenades. He whipped the grenades around the door and ducked down as the subsequent explosion shook the hall. He and Kublai charged in with wild abandon, Rooster running up to blast the Legionaries at point blank range as they recovered from the dual explosions. Kublai followed close behind, a swing backhand stroke of his vibro-axe cleared 3 legionaries. When it was over, Rooster raised his head and stared around with his infrared goggles which showed him the slowly fading silhouettes of now dead Legionaries. It was fortunate that the jamming signal stifled communication as it isolated the Legion gunnery positions from their comrade's warnings and allowed each group to be bushwhacked by the outer rim lawmen. Rooster hoped that Sinder and the others had been as succesful. He heard a snap-hiss and spun quickly, bringing up his blaster.-pistol. Kublai roared and raised his battle ax as the hallway in front of them glowed red...

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Meanwhile, the D'solo had delivered the second Regulator team on the rooftop of another building that was spewing lasers at the jedi position.

 

[Minuteman75]

Shiro with holobinoculars looked through the broken widow of a ruined office in the center of seven story building complex. It stood a couple of yards away in the west from where his escape pod had crashed. He looked out across the city, besieged by chaos. Smoke, fire, and laser tracers filled the scene with Sith and Jedi allied aerial support flying overhead. It was plain to see for the Mandalorian that this battle was only beginning.

Crap I should've brought a sniper rifle. This would be the perfect occasion for it.

Lowering the binoculars, Shiro was about to consider his options when he suddenly spotted a flash directly down below. Realization hitting him, the ex republic soldier dove for cover, just as single blaster bolt shot where he once was and struck the roof. Cursing at his carelessness for staying so near the crash spot, Shiro pulled out the particle rifle strayed in an holster to his right leg. Moving away from the windows, the Mando didn't know who or how many he was dealing with, but the warrior intended to make them to pay, withdrawing to the interior of the sixth level and planned for his defense.

 

[Korvo]

The internal sound of the deep breath that came from long inhalation muffled the noise of battle round about. With eyes shut, a faint glow seemingly penetrated Praedyth's shut lids. Then another. Then another, and before long, many illuminations, like torches in the dark, began to burn. Some burned brighter than others, some were of darker distinction and others brighter, although he knew this was but his own mind's way of revealing things to him. These were the sparks of life, the presence of the Force, as it burned within all living things.

And finally, Praedyth opened his eyes and saw it all. It was a simple room, unexpectedly so. The equipment was modern and well maintained, but the room itself was unassuming. Communications officers hectically scrambled through the room, relaying orders and directives. All the same, it wouldn't have been a problem. Praedyth's mental projection observed the destination without impunity; those not sensitive to the Force could not detect Force Shadows. The situation changed in almost an instant, however, as an officer in the room was smote. This made things more difficult.

Recalling his Force Shadow as he approached the elevating corridor that led to the primary communications hub, Praedyth reached out with his mind to seize the psyches within the room. They were all fairly weak-minded, but it wouldn't have been prudent to have even attempted it on the one he was positive was a Sith of some sort or another. At that moment, the movements of every person in the communication's room froze, as it halted in time. Ordinarily, it would only last several minutes, but it was his hope that it would give him the time he needed.

"My fight isn't with you, Jedi."

He was noticed, but ultimately that was inevitable.

"Then who is your fight with?", Praedyth said, entering the room. Between the frozen people was the officer that seemingly done something to spite the Sith. "Him? Others that fight for the same cause as you do?"

Praedyth was somewhat familiar with the ways of the Sith, but this couldn't even be called true infighting. This was just violence against their own people. And even from a pragmatic perspective, he couldn't make sense of it. Frankly, he didn't want to.

Sighing Praedyth pulled his lightsaber to the palm of his hand and ignited it, raising it as he pointed it across the room, toward the Sith.

"I am no Jedi, nor am I irresponsible enough to ignore a combatant based on his word alone. Drop your blade, surrender. If you do not with to do battle, prove it with your actions."
@Raydo

 

[Valen Pelora]

The red cloak shifted. Pale hands steepled underneath a masked chin. His mind was whirring as reports from the battle field rolled in. The Jedi force was stauncher than he had anticipated. A reckless fool was flying about delivering assistance in a shuttle. His plans depended on the Jedi being bottlenecked. He could not risk the stopper being pulled. The Mandalorian would be dealt with by the forces he had sent. Already, they were working to close in on the man’s position. (@Minuteman75 ) They would have him soon. He took a ragged breath. “Thirty legionnaires and ten Templars to the shuttle landing. Force them back.” (@Nase Talsey )

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Alexia’s breath frosted. She could sense the tide turning. The inevitable rupture of the Empire had left Korriban vulnerable. They did not have the strength to throw back the Jedi assault. Their only chance was to bog the Jedi down, and try to hammer them into oblivion. It would take a brilliant tactician to hold the Light at bay. Unfortunately, the Sith had just what they needed. She had only met Zathran once. He had sent an ethereal chill up her spine. He took great pride in unnerving other Sith and keeping the city safe. He was old but deceptively powerful. A master at his craft. Alexia had one purpose on Korriban, kill him. She had been searching the Force, sifting through the waves of darkness and death. She thought she might never find him. Then it clicked. A familiar aura painted against a bloody background. She smiled.

“Master Thal, I trust you can handle all of this.” She waved a hand about as blasters fired. By the Force she was enjoying herself. The attractive Jedi Master scowled. “Your absence will be noted Ms. Morr.” Alexia let loose a twinkling laugh. “A pleasure. As always Master.” She threw off her cloak and her Lightsabers sprung into her hands. They snapped to light with a brilliant blue. She breathed easily of the Force and flung herself into the fray. She had a Sith to find.

 

[Nase Talsey]

As Rooster beheld the Sith his actions slowed and he finally stopped, caught not by anything physical, but by the palpable feelings of dread and despair that pulsated off the Sith like a sickening heartbeat. The air chilled and the hallway grew darker and longer as the Sith made his painfully slow approach, as if savoring the moment. There was no urgency in the sith's gait, just supreme confidence of the kill. The hum of his blood red blade grew louder and it cast menacing shadows across the floors and walls.

Rooster wanted to throw up, to run, to scream. He fought against his own fear and bit hard on his tongue, enough that he tasted blood. The pain gave him focus and he reached behind his back with his left hand, pulling free his SA-17 Mercy Stun Gun while he holstered his right-hand blaster pistol. Using a blaster against a Sith would be like giving them the gun, but stunners couldn't be deflected. He fired off an experimental shot, the arcing blue circles met with whirring red saber with a small explosion as the energy dissipated. Rooster heard the Sith laughed cruelly before spinning his lightsaber in an intricate pattern to block the shots of a particle rifle.
Spurred into action, Kublai had stuck his vibroaxe in the ground with a challenge. Pulling his particle rifle over his back to place it firmly against his shoulder, he let fly with a stream of blasts aimed at the Sith.

"Shoot high, I'll go low." Ordered Rooster as he fired off a stun blast at the Sith's knee cap. The Sith's approach was stalled by the varied attacks. Having to defend his legs from the wide radius of the stun blasts made him adopt a slower, sweeping pattern with his saber. As the Regulators increased their rate of fire they were rewarded. Almost overwhelmed in the small confines of the hall the Sith was forced to block a particle bolt aimed at his chest, letting a lucky stun-blast impact against his right leg. Falling on one knee from the spasms and numbness, the Sith let out a roar and sent a wave of energy down the narrow hall. Rooster was knocked off his feet and flung several feet down the hallway where he landed with a thud. Raising his head he saw Kublai, holding onto his embedded Vibro-axe, its support and the Whipid's sheer mass helping him stand against the Sith's force push.

As the wave subsided Kublai wrenched his axe out of the ground and bellowed a challenge to the Sith. Responding, the Sith punched his stunned leg and rose unsteadily to his feet and bringing up his lightsaber. He screamed and charged the Whipid, lashing out with an overhead strike.
Whipids were not stranger to melee combat, they retained a fierce tribal hierarchy in which hunting prowess was rewarded and Kublai was a great warrior among his people. He met the Sith's charge, catching the Sith's strike on the flat-edge of his axe. As the two warriors pushed against each other in a test of wills as well as physical prowess, Kublai managed to get the upper hand, forcing the Sith to fall onto his back. Kublai slammed the axe down where the Sith had been lying but he had already rolled clear. The two continued their duel, Kublai's brawn and the heft of the Axe meant his strikes that the Sith was forced to block pummeled him and sent him staggering back. The Sith finally found an opening in Kublai's slower heavier attacks when he ducked Kublai's backhand and sprang up to stab his saber through the Whipid's right tricep, causing him to howl with pain and drop the axe. Sneering with glee the Sith was about to end the Whipid's miserable life when a shout made the Whipid duck and forced him to jump back, his lightsaber blocking particle bolts.

Rooster, having recovered and grabbed his particle rifle was firing from the hip as he ran to cover his comrade. He fired frantically, forcing the Sith back down the hallway as he closed the distance between them...

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In another part of the building the Iridonian Regulator named Sinder and his team were watching from a third floor window as the tail end of a column of Leggionaires ran into their building. "sith-spit" He cursed. They had just gotten to the window in time to notice the enemy reinforcements.. They might alredy be inside he though to himself. Regulator Sonora had run to the hotel room's door that led to the hallway, she stuck her head outside for a moment before retracting it before a stream of balsterfire filled the hallway. "We got company." She yelled, rousing Sinder and the third Regulator, a Rodian, to the door. A small group of Legionnaires was about to overrun their position... Sonora popped out to exchange fire with the enemy but she was again forced to retreat into the alcove. There was another room across the hall, the Rodian Regulator would attempt to get into the other room and take up a new firing position. He had barely gotten out the door when he was cutdown by a fusillade of Legion blasterfire. Sinder watched the Rodian fall.. "Frag this." Thinking quickly he grabbed his and Sonora's grenades and primed them. Using an old reguator trick, he whiped them down the hallway where they exploded amongst the legionnaires.

"Go now!" He shouted to Sonora as stepped into the hall. He had outfitted himself with a flamethrower, it was useful for clearing out rooms and now he'd clear this hallway. As the smoke cleared and the half-dead legionnaires began to pick themselves up, Sinder activated the flamethrower, bathing the enemy in fire. Their gargled screams were the last thing Sonora heard as she sprinted down the hallway to the stairwell. She didn't hear when a second group of legionnaires found Sinder roasting their comrades and shot him dead. She didn't hear the group of Legionnaires coming up her stairwell until she turned the corner and met them face to face. She was a Regulator, she had a fast draw, her bolt hit its mark and a Legionnaire helmet exploded. But the Legionnaires were fast too, she was riddled with blaster bolts before her next breath.

 

[Darasuum]

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The planet was under seige and bordered on being over run by the numerous opposing forces. Zeff Exach did not particularly like the existing administration of the Sith and the direction it had taken. The Nagai had not liked the one that existed when he was a member years ago. Now he returned with the undeniable opportunity to reclaim important relics left behind. A smuggler, criminal and clandestine entrepreneur, Zeff did not find it difficult to make his way to the surface of the war torn planet.

There were several people he hoped had not been killed as well as some he wished he would never have to see again. It would be a lie if he said he only came for the relics. There was some pull towards Korriban that he felt. While he was not certain of this urge he would not ignore it. Sounds of the battles raged in the distance. The clattering of rubble falling, rumbling explosions and far away weapons discharged echoed through the empty streets he now strode.

A lone villa stood apart from other buildings. It was more akin to an ostentatious compound than anything else. Zeff had his normal trappings on him. It was to be expected given he was in the middle of a war zone. But he did not have any weapon drawn. The heels of his boots made little sound as he entered the walls of the property. The immediate area seemed quiet and almost empty but he was sure he was right where he needed to be.

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[Valen Pelora]

Alexia bounded through the night. The Force easily flowed through her body, pushing her from rooftop to rooftop. She moved with fluid motions honed by familiarity. She knew this city and she knew where its keeper rested. She only had to make it there. Ordinarily the colorful blades in her hand would be a hinderance in the City, a shining beacon of her allegiance. Tonight, she was just another Jedi in a City full of Jedi. The Sith were fighting for their very existence. They did not have time to mind one little Jedi quickly moving her way through the City. Alexia would be where she needed to go in no time. She would end all this foolishness.

Her feet thudded softly on another roof. Her eyes shifting to a building being hammered by a Sith squadron. She turned to make her next jump, but her heart lingered. She had her orders. They had come from the Grandmaster herself. Tonight, Alexia was a sword in the darkness. The shrouded dagger. She had never been one for heroics, why would she start now? Her eyes snapped back to the building. The deaths inside were undeniable in the Force. She sighed. She could not leave them to their fate. A quick breath of the Force revealed there were no other Jedi near. Alexia gathered herself and jumped.

She landed heavily on the ground, spinning her indigo blades. She cleared her throat and laughed. If she was going to be sidetracked she would enjoy it. “Oh boys, pick on someone your own size.” Blaster fire began to pour towards her as she rushed forward. Her Lightsabers easily batted away bolt after bolt. Her eyes flicked to the building. Hopefully, this would buy those inside some time to get out or help her survive. @Nase Talsey

 

[Minuteman75]

Several legionaries laid dead in various positions, spread out across the hallway, punctured by patricide shots. Inside one of the offices to the right side, a bleeding Shiro raised his wrists and lit up a burst of flame upon the the three surviving troopers in front. The fire engulfed the Sith loyalists, uttering cries of the damned and flailing their arms around until they fell to the ground hard.

“Continue to burn in hell exists.”

Shiro Yama Fett muttered in open contempt toward the corpses. With a grunt he dropped down to one knee, pain setting in. Looking down he saw blood dripping down the side of his stomach and grasped the wound with the left hand. Gritting his teeth, Shiro forced himself up and limped out of the office and for proceeded to exit from the hall. It was a struggle just to keep standing and it was harder breath now yet the fighter continue unto he reached the glass widows. At this point the Mando didn’t care if he was shot right now, he just wanted to take one last look at the fall of the Sith.

The view of the devastating judgment being wrought upon the Sith city brought a smile beneath Shiro’s helmet. Taking it off to see it with his own eyes, the warrior panting, heavily continued to watch the battle played out.

I have waited for this my whole life, first as a soldier of the Republic and now as son of Mandalore. The past does not matter, the future does not matter, no this moment right now matters. Whatever the course takes for the galaxy I can die contentedly, as a witness to the fall of the Sith Empire. My only regret is that I will not be able to hold my wife, Neva one last time and...raise our child together.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, remembering a month more than ago he had been married to Neva Fett, strengthening the bond with the family he gained. All those bitter years he endured washed away with knowledge that Neva was expecting a child, having been told by her a week prior to this battle. His lover was raise their offspring as a true Fett, even if Mandalore itself falls next. Shiro suddenly smashed the glass in front of him and shouted to top of his lungs.

“LIVE WELL! FIGHT WELL! DIE WELL!”

With that last breath, Shiro Yama Fett, former Republic officer and proud Mandalorian warrior collapsed out of the broken widow. His body dropped violently six stories down on the pavement. Any passenger-by would find on the bloodied face, a smile and closed eyes as if the Mandalorian had died in his sleep instead of bleeding out.

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[Valen Pelora]

The city had fallen. In the skies above Korriban the Home Fleet was hammering the remaining Imperial cruisers into stardust. The rank air above the home of the Sith belonged to the Jedi. Defender-class Star Cruisers skimmed through the lower atmosphere, hunting for remaining pockets of resistance. Antarian fighters and bombers hummed along the surface. The remaining Sith forces in the city fought desperately to cling to their footholds.

It was a futile effort without air support. The Jedi Army now marched steadily through the city, the cries of dying Darksiders echoed into the night. This was the death knell of the Sith Order. Their strongest bastion on Korriban was falling. The heart of the Sith Order was dying. Jedi forces would sweep through the city, routing out every last hint of resistance. Every Sith would be killed. Troopers would be given the chance at surrender, if they refused, they died. No Sith prisoners.

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Alexia’s ribs ached. Her body hurt. More than a few blaster bolts had found their way past her defenses, burying themselves in her armor. A terrible saber burn ran up her left side. An ugly bastard had gotten a little too close and kissed her with his blade. Worst of all, she was terribly tired. Alexia had pushed herself to the very edge. The Force was the only thing that fueled her now. She stood in a ring of bodies.

Imperial troopers, Priests, and Sith alike were dead at her feet. She had lost track of when she started fighting. Lost track of where she was. Alexia dropped her sabers and looked to the sky. It was over. She could feel the Darkness retreating from the City. Korriban screamed in her mind. The Darkside was roaring in anger, its children were dying by the droves. She could not bring herself to smile. This was the beginning of the end for the Sith, she knew it in her heart. Alexia took once deep breath before trudging off into the night. Korriban had fallen yet the war was not over. The Core awaited the Jedi.

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