Leaderboard

HC-42 remembered the dread and desperation he felt when training against the Imperial Knight Berea on Nar Shaddaa, as he thought she was a Sith. The fact that he was now facing a real Sith- a Sith Lord, at that- doubled that feeling. The droid had no time to freeze, however. He and his comrades were going to get rid of this Sith Lord, or die trying. As Emma and her six neural-linked soldiers fired on the Sith, HC-42, on the other hand, made a bold move- he dropped his heavy repeating blaster, prepared his flamethrower, and activated his electrostaff. He calculated these would be the most effective weapons against the Sith. There was risk too- HC-42 wasn't the best at duelling in close quarters. But he was nonetheless programmed in the basics, and he was going to utilize this programming for the first time. He gripped his sparkling electrostaff, and charged between Emma's troops, headed straight for Inmortos. Leep followed suit, firing on Inmortos as he ran in an effort to give HC-42 cover. HC-42's mechanical legs were moving as fast as their motors could allow, as HC-42 tried getting as close as possible to the Sith. He then started his offensive by spraying fire from his flamethrower in Inmortos' direction. HC-42 doubted the attack would actually work, but hoped it would give an opening for Leep or Emma's attacks to work instead. Once again, Emma's advice to "Distract and flank!" came into HC-42's practice. Actions Taken: Flamethrower sprayed toward Inmortos; blaster fire from Leep.

Emma’s red eyes narrowed as the lightsaber sprang to crimson life at the end of the large room. The Knights instantly reacted, drawing apart to form a defensive barrier between the Rebel Soldiers and the Sith Lord. Her voice crackled with static as she made her voice loud enough for all the troops and the Imperial Knights to hear. “Knights, if you may continue on to the objective. The shipyard is more important that all of our lives. It must take priority should the Alliance continue to exist. Please do not resist my orders, I am specialized for this kind of engagement.” The Knights exchanged a look and Berea’s young face furrowed in concern before her master nodded. Then without a word the two knights dashed off to the second entrance. A good half of their troops remained behind and Emma let the neural net extend to HC and these new soldiers. Their HUDs flared with the new information as Emma fed them the plan that the supercomputers had shuttled down the narrowband link into the sensor package in her body. She was a lower class AVATAR, not built for system wide conflict, but this was where she thrived. Her blaster came up, its long barrel jutting a screaming trio of bolts that thundered towards the Sith Lord and his entourage of death. The six soldiers that had joined her net moved as one, bounding outwards to form a simple curved firing line, a meter between each, their blasters coming up and filling the room with the smell of discharged ozone and brilliant crimson light. They were the premier soldiers of the Imperial Remnant; they had fought at Cardia and Kuat. They had seen their worlds fall, and they would live to see them retaken. As the Sith fleet in orbit above them was reduced to ruined scraps of metal, so too would the machinations of this Sith Lord be turned to ruins. He had defiled this planet, and Justice called for his destruction. Soldiers under Direct Control of Emma Three Nine Actions Taken: Blaster Bolts from both Emma and her soldiers towards Inmortos. Neural Net Setup for all Soldiers involved. ((1))

Kirlocca moved quickly upon locking the Sith within the Force Stasis field he had created for him. While it held the Sith in suspension and kept the Force lightning off of him, he knew such a hold would not last. In the fast rush to the temporarily frozen Sith, the Wookiee came down on him with his paw in a thunder hit to his head with the end goal being to knock him unconscious until a later time. Upon striking the temple of the Sith, Kirlocca stood up and towered over the unconscious body before him. The Force swirled around like an ocean crashing into a side of mountain, wave after wave. After a moment passed, the Jedi pulled out his comlink. << This is Jedi Master Kirlocca, I have a prisoner to be taken into custody. Leaving my channel open to track my location. >> After he spoke, he put the comlink away and picked up the Sith with one arm and slung him over his shoulder like a bag full of light materials and walked towards the edge of the building, and then leapt down, using the Force to slow his approach and land gracefully upon floating platform that was Coral City. A solider who was at the bottom had a sudden jump at the very landing and was in shock until he realized who it was and what the Wookiee had in his arms. "We should let him rot with the rest of those of whom he deemed unworthy to live." Kirlocca raised an eyebrow at the solider. << And then we would be no better than him. None of these actions are new to us. His partner, I can feel it within the Force, a slippery one, is doing what is expected. Fear is taking over and he is attempting to run and hide. Sith have always been cowards and run when the tide turns against them. What drives them and what makes them squirm in guilt are different from us. A prison is the best form of justice for this one. >> Without any other word, Kirlocca reached out into the Force and called Johan to him. After doing so, he made his presence like a beacon within the Force, pouring life, happiness and warmth into it. He knew that the other Sith on planet would without a doubt be able to feel the Jedi Master and know what he was doing. But Kirlocca also knew that he would never engage him, as that was not his way. So for the moment, he turned his attention to the one whom lay before him, unconscious from the hard blow the Wookiee gave and began to reach into his mind, attempting to to gain more intel on what he should expect from here on out.

Just as the plague on Mon Calamari had heralded the Sith Invasion, so too it was repeated here. Sandy felt a wave of all too familiar nausea roil through her. It was not the chaotic stench of plague and death but a sharp pang of murder. Fresh murder, eminating from the villages that spanned for miles around the Jedi Temple. Those very villages she had spent the last month helping heal from the plague. The heat of sudden tears in her eyes caused the jedi master to wipe at her eyes as she rushed after the Grandmaster. She nodded as Draygo went to her X-Wing, wishing in her heart that Aidan was there to fight beside her. But she had other things to do than fantasize about things that would never come to pass. She flagged down one of the masterless apprentices and together they ran towards the closest villages to help begin the evacuation of the civilians into the large medical cruisers that were still parked at the landing pads. There was much to do. She and apprentice Gieverra arrived at village ‘Mistia’ less than ten minutes later. A holdout of Coruscant Refugees, and they greeted the two Jedi with fear in their eyes. “Let's get you out of here now. Grab what you can and get to the transports!”

A comlink-call, addressed to: Mr/Mrs. Sith Master, Mordahcai Mavanger, Esquire " Good morning fine sir Sith, it is I, your wayward Hutt apprentice, chief among your horde. I have finished the conquestication of Falleen and require further orders! Where should I invade next, in order to set the stage for the greatness of the Sithpire. Sith Empire. Sith Imperium? The Imperium of the Sith? Mavangers Avengers? Anyway, call me back. Love yo- Son-of-a " The comlink-call cuts off