Sith Strike **Canon**

Xander Vos · Last edited by Xander Vos on Thu Oct 22, 2009 1:34 am; edited 1 time in total

In light of the waning interest in RPs, I've decided to challenge the issue head on, by using the priveleges bestowed upon me by the lovely shade of purple in my username to declare this RP absolutely 100% canon.

Set in the year 112 ABY, Darth Acheron has ruled the Sith Empire for a few years now, and is settling into the role. The uneasy peace with the Jedi is shattered in a brawl on the streets of Kroprulu. In response, the Sith are forced to kill the Jedi culprit, who had begun to stir up dissent in the Sith leadership.

As a consequence, a crisis meeting on Coruscant was held, with the Jedi declaring all out war once more on the Sith. Currently, the Sith First Fleet, led by Darth Acheron, plunges through space towards Corellia, from which he hopes to launch an all out attack on Coruscant, and potentially Pacis itself...

His hands held loosely behind his back, Acheron gazed out at the myasmic swirl of blue that was Hyperspace, entranced and perturbed all at once by the enigmatic beauty that ripping a hole in the fabric of the universe created. The swirls of blue represented the light from individual stars, light-years away, distorted and twisted by the hole in the Universe that the Super Star Destroyer Dominance had torn in the Kroprulu system.

As the behemoth plunged down the tunnel of light it had created, towards its destination, Acheron's thoughts broiled in his head, furious at the turn of events over the last month, where the Galaxy had shifted from one at peace with a shakey truce between the two powers within it, to an all out war where one would undoubtedly meet its doom.

Shar Aldron, a Twi'lek Jedi Knight had been given permission to land on Kroprulu due to conditions allowing the Jedi access to the Sith homeworld in the same way the Sith could travel to Coruscant free of harrassment. However, Aldron's time on Kroprulu had not been spent under the innocent guise of researching the local Thrashs - a species of herbivores that the Sith milked to provide them with their dairy sustenance - for a Jedi research project, but instead took to the streets of Tor, the capital of the Western continent of Kroprulu, distributing Jedi propaganda and stirring up dissent.

Stirring up dissent towards the Sith upon the Empire's homeworld was akin to giving Master Yoda anti-ageing cream - it was an exercise in futility - but he had become known to the Sith despite his attempts at subtlety, and the meek following he had begun to draw had troubled Acheron.

Arresting the Knight, a fair Trial had been held, in which Aldron was pronounced guilty of attempting to stir up treasonous activities on the Capital, and so had been sentenced to death by firing squad. Everything had been done by the books, down to the letter of the law, in an attempt to prevent the incident from broiling over into Galactic Conflict.

However, when a Sith sheds Jedi blood, such an incident can hardly be avoided, Acheron mused wryly, for within the space of a week, news had somehow filtered to Coruscant that the Jedi Knight had been murdered by Sith, and an emergency meeting of the Supreme Chancellor Ignacio Portho and the Jedi High Council had determined that the only course forward was a course of war, and immediately Sith outposts on the worlds of Nam Choris, Toprawa, and Sneeve had seen the Sith forced to respond.

And now... now Acheron was taking the most direct path that he could to end this war before it could truly begin. A swift attack on the Republic stalwart Corellia would allow them to advance unimpeded to Coruscant, where the Republic Senate would be forced to see reason.

He hoped...

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Dakoth

Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap.

Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap.

The sound unceasingly pulsed through the small chamber. Cale Pactar, a Jedi Knight, who was supposed to have complete control over his emotions, could not even control his foot. There was no escaping the fact that he was anxious. Mere days ago the galaxy had apparently “exploded” into open conflict, and yet here Cale was, simply staring out the window of a Corellian starport. Those first few days of the war, Cale had been entirely focused, doubling his meditation time and concentrating intensely on bettering himself in the lethal art of the light saber. Yet here in the comfort of a core world, it was easy to forget that there was even a war. It made him feel like a Limmie goaltender, simply watching his team play on the opposite end of the field. And what use does a glorified Jedi goaltender have for a lightsaber?

Soon enough he’d probably be swamped in enough scouting reports and requisition orders to occupy his entire day anyway. And so, his saber sat idle and his meditation chamber empty. Cale simply stared out the station window, into the empty sea of space before him, and waited for something to happen.
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Xander Vos

Coruscant

Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap.

Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap.

Ben Vos sat gazing around the room at his felllow Jedi Masters, as they debated about how to solve the encroaching war. He was a Jedi Master, over seventy standard years old, and yet the fear of such impending doom had recessed his mind to the days when he had been an impatient teenager, anxious for action.

A Mon Calamari Jedi, in the middle of a furious attack on a fellow Jedi Master who preached all-out attack at the Sith home world paused, and glanced at his Grand Master.

Ben halted in mid-tap, glanced, embarrassed, at the offending foot, and put a halt to the action, but took the lull in conversation as his chance to put his opinion forwards.

"I think it is undeniable that the Sith will eventually come here, and as such, we need to be ready for them. I've already spoken with Thel stationed on Pacis to draw some elements of the Home Fleet to Coruscant, but I suggest we recall all Outer Rim elements. My latest intelligence suggests that the fleet is making a stop off in the Bakura System."

This information sent a murmur around the gathered Council. Only a few were too young to have been alive during the Invasion of Bakura, that had driven the Jedi Order from its millenia old homeworld to their current world of Pacis. Ben had been amongst those sent on to Pacis, his father on the other hand...

His father had remained on Bakura. His father had died there.

Ben's memories of the events after that, of his leaving the Jedi Order, were now just a blur, the emotion and pain that had welled within him hazed his memories of how he had left for Fondor, and how his siblings had followed to bring him back...

But that was so long ago. So much had happened since then.

"So I propose," Ben continued with a heavy breath, "That I lead a portion of the Council to Bakura to bring the Outer Fleet to Coruscant to lead the defence. We cannot go on the offensive against the Sith, for that shall leave either Pacis or Coruscant undefended, and we know that eventually the Sith will come for Coruscant. We must strengthen its defences."

If no one wants to reply to this directly don't worry, this is more a plot point that will come into effect after the Battle of Corellia, but since it takes place here, I felt I needed to write it.
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SkywalkerAndVader

Xjrz had not slept in three days. Or, what felt like three days, he wasn't completely sure. The Jedi Master, and Council Member had however, been in a meditative state for at least half of the time he'd "volunteered" to go to Corellia and play the waiting game.

He'd checked his equipment over a hundred times it seems, so Xjrz took a deep, deep breath concentrating deeply on listening in the Force. After a few moments, he opened his eyes opened abruptly, and he ran towards the door of his room, and sped down the spaceport's corridor. He finally came across Cale's room, and opened the door.

He then looked at Cale with a death-like stare.

"Please, by the Force, could you kriffing stop tapping your foot?"
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Dakoth

Cale's foot felt as if it had simply fallen off, an abrubpt silence blanketing his room. It was entirely likely he would never tap again. Anything that managed to anger a Jedi Council member would drive a lesser tempered individual to murder.

Relunctantly turning to face the Master, Cale found his voice. "I.. I apologize Master, Its just that I can't stand all this waiting. We're being wasted all the way back here. Heck, Sith isn't even in the Corellian dictionary I bet."
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SkywalkerAndVader

Xjrz face fell and he sat down across from Cale.

"I apologize, I'm also getting quite impatient, at least you have a way to deal with it." he said sympathetically

"And no, I wouldn't say we're being wasted, not yet at least. We can make use of ourselves if we'd like, we should probably go look around, see if anything is going on that we can help with besides just sitting around here being senile." he said, standing up and fixing his robes.

"And even if we can't, we can at least get something to eat."
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Dakoth

Reaching for his robe, Cale mustered up a small grin. Xjrz, or Mr. X'y as he liked to call him in his head, always had a way of spurring people to action. Besides, the young knight could not even remember the last thing he ate. So he fell into stride behind the Master, out into the spotlessly gleaming halls of the space station. Apparently X'y held sway even over the janitorial staff.
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Devrin · Jedi Knight - 2nd Degree Joined: 15 Mar 2007 Posts: 1416

Joseph, his hands folded in his lap, watched as fellow Knight, Cale, and Master Xjrz left for the mess hall. He had half a mind to follow after them, but he decided to stay with the Council and listen to their reports. Joseph exhaled forcefully, something he rarely did, and leaned back in his seat. The meeting was much longer than the others that he had attended before and he had become tired. Maybe it was a good idea to get something to eat. With that, Joseph stood up, nodded at Master Vos, and left for the mess hall.

[I haz no muse, sorry.]
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SkywalkerAndVader

Xjrz marched down the corridor with Cale in stride, as the young Jedi Knight Jospeh Tiru ran to catch up with them, Xjrz paused and waited for him. As he caught up, they nodded at each other and kept walking.

"I know what you're thinking, Cale. And sometimes I think things can be too clean.

As they entered the mess hall, they found it completely empty except for a two patrons stationed over in the far corner, sharing a drink together. They paid no attention to the Jedi. The three sat down and began discussing mundane things, as they ordered their food and inhaled it, apparently they all had forgotten to eat anytime recently.

Xjrz looked at Jospeh and Cale simultaneously and closed his eyes.

"Relax." he commanded.

And they did, only to be disturbed by a comlink call.

Xjrz took a deep, almost irritated breath.

"Its Grand Master Vos, we should probably head back now."

The three got up without a word, and scurried back to their quarters.
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Lord Invictus

Lord Invictus stood in his glass-covered command center, his 'eyes', white orbs, glowing ominously beneath the dark red mask slid over his hooked nose. Below his miniature plateau, engineers calculated the capital ship of the Church's path, attempting to avoid collision with any of the many other invasion vessels.

The Mortalis, a compact Star Destroyer, housed a miniature army of Sith troops. These 'Templar' class warriors were cultists specifically devoted to the Church, their ultimate loyalties officially to Lord Invictus and the Emperor himself. However, Church doctrine had given them each a sense of pride in the order; so much so that Invictus was essentially worshiped by some of the inner-core of the Church.

Invictus had decided against remaining on Kroprulu with the Church's capital building; its defense was unimportant anyway for the time being. He'd left his second there, Darth Aurum. An Anzat, he was one of the inner-core of Invictus' Church; the cultist essentially worshiped him!

However, as a second to this expedition, Invictus had taken his other successor. Darth Cruor. The enthusiastic Sith was everything Invictus despised: incorruptible, gullible, valuing of his subordinates, and loyal to the Emperor. Nonetheless, he was competent, and managed to kill Invictus' other second in command in his sleep, which impressed the Grand Inquisitor. Still, his usefulness would soon be outlived.

Darth Cruor, a Mirialan, approached Invictus, bowing his head respectfully to the Church's idolized master.

"My Lord... we'll soon be dropping out of-" Cruor began, attempting to be as courteous as possible to Invictus; the 'great one' wasn't easily pleased.

"Bow before you speak to me."

"I'm sorry, my Lord?" Cruor responded, apparently confused by the order.

"Do it."

Slowly and awkwardly, Cruor bowed, his head gazing up into the red mask of the Grand Inquisitor. Then the Templar was shocked; Invictus' scarlet blade hung inches away from Cruor's neck, searing the green flesh as it almost came into contact.

"You are moments away from death, Cruor," Invictus hissed, his voice stoic and yet... at the same time filled with an insane rage. How this psychopath had ever become Grand Inquisitor, let alone a trusted Sith, was beyond Cruor. Then again, he had murdered the competition... "Do not expect such ill-conceived mercy on my part again should you show such insolence. You are to bow before me, or the next time you will bow to this blade."

Invictus carefully held the tip of the lightsaber to Cruor's neck, purging the outer layer of flesh from muscle. It was a sign; you're under a close leash, don't try anything. Not that Cruor would, but the paranoid Grand Inquisitor wished to instill a strong sense of fear in his subordinates before the invasion.

"When we drop out of hyperspace, lead a small battalion via a transport to Corellia's surface to join the main offensive," Invictus explained, sheathing the lightsaber in his vestments. "I will land the main body of the Church's strikeforce elsewhere, and perhaps establish a command center; Corellia is too strategically significant for the Church not to have a foothold on."

"... Yes, my Lord," Cruor uttered, attempting to conceal the pain emanating from his neck wound.

Invictus quickly swerved around to face hyperspace once more. Not that it mattered. The Miraluka was without sight anyway, and could sense Cruor's presence even behind walls. It was simply a sign to get out of the Grand Inquisitor's presence. Cruor wasn't worthy.
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Xander Vos

A chime sounded softly on the deck of Dominance, and Acheron gestured to an aide, who lit the holo-comm screens with the commanders of the other Star Destroyers participating in this invasion.

"Gentlemen and gentlethings," Acheron started, gesturing grandly, an absurd over exaggeration of movement for such a serious occasion, "In moments, our ships shall revert to realspace in the Corell System, and we will begin deploying landing craft for the capital city of the planet Corellia. Our mission: to capture or kill the Five World Prime Minister. With him as a hostage, or a corpse, surrender of this system will come immediately, and we will be able to gather ourselves for a push towards Coruscant itself.

"The majority of our forces will be required in space to deal with Golan Defense Platforms the Corellian Navy commands, as well as any craft they have in-system. Lord Kaleron [At this point an NPC as no one has volunteered] will lead the ground force, and will be aided by Lord Invictus' Church Forces."

At this point the two men in question nodded their heads in understanding, aware of the task set them.

"At this point I feel it is necessary to point out that we do not undertake this mission lightly. We are not sparking Galactic conflict over spilt blue milk. The Jedi have actively attempted to stir dissent on Kroprulu, in a hope of stirring an uprising against our fully legalised system of Government. I refuse to stand for it. We refuse to stand for it. And as such, we will destroy the Jedi in much the same way they had hoped to destroy us. They will taste death by our sword, and we will once again bring peace and stability to a Galaxy gone mad."

At this, a brief round of mumured agreement swept through the men Acheron faced over the screen.

"I have said what must be said, and now I leave you with this: Know that today, I will stand by your side and fight just as hard as each and every one of you. Every man, woman and it must do their part to bring an end to the Jedi's existence. We must end this contempable Order, for Kroprulu and the Sith!"

In almost perfect timing, the ship shuddered out of Hyperspace, reverting to realspace, Corellia popping into existence in front of Acheron, a glistening jewel he hoped would soon be a member world of the Sith.
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SkywalkerAndVader

Xjrz, as well as the other two, felt a great disturbance in the Force, and immediately, they stopped, looked at each other and Xjrz activated his comlink to speak with to Grand Master Vos.

"Master Vos we -" he was cut off

"Master Xj ... jammed ... Sith fleet ... sending ... ments... be with you..." the transmission then went silent.

Xjrz stood, with a grave look on his face and the two young Jedi Knights were struck with confusion. The Jedi Master stood, hands behind his back and closed his eyes, for a few moments. The Force flowed through him, and he was able to think and see clearly. He went to speak, and then stopped, realizing the darkness they soon faced.

"The time to act is now." he stated "We must get the Prime Minister to safety, this is our task, and we must act quickly."

"Master, is -" Joseph started to speak

"Not now, trust in the Force, it will guide you if you let it." he said, idly, aware the Jedi Knight knew this.

"Just know that he's here." he said, gravely.

Joseph and Cale exchanged glances, as they ran down the corridor.

The waiting game, was in fact, over.
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Dakoth

Now this was being alive. Cale thought, adrenaline mixing with fear inside of him, forming an electrifying cocktail. He could already feel that something grave was about to happen, yet it was not until they had shot down a turbolift and arrived in the station's hangar bay that he realized the source of the disturbance. Straight ahead of him, through the shielded bay doors, tiny specks began to emerge from the inkwell of space. A fleet. Moments later the station confirmed his fears, lights strobing red as the call went out to man battlestations.
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SkywalkerAndVader

Xjrz raced down the corridor and heard the alarms go off after what seemed like ages after the Jedi had realized what was happening. Cale and Devrin ran in stride behind him, and he realized they couldn't stay together if they were to keep Corellia in battle long enough for the reinforcements, he hoped, Master Vos was sending. He continued to run as he spoke in a bellowing tone over the alarms.

"Jospeh." he started, "Your objective as of now is to get to the command area, and help with the main attack."

He stopped, and he gaze fell on Joseph as the two Knights came to a halt.

"Your battle meditation is essential to their battle effort at this point. Trust in the Force, and you will help them succeed until more Jedi and troops arrive."

"I will find the Five Worlds Prime Minister, and make sure he is protected, safe and secure." He said, taking a deep breath.

"Cale, you may either accompany me, or aid Jospeh in aiding Corellia's defense forces." he finished.

The Jedi Master then starting to move again immediately after, hoping the Jedi Knight would make a swift decision.
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Lord Invictus

The Mortalis dropped out of hyperspace, its massive hold gracefully floating into reality... before crashing downward, causing a momentary disruption of communications. In his rage, Invictus' body erupted into an inferno of blue flames, shocking nearby engineers within an inch of their lives.

"You idiots!"

The Mortalis' primary characteristic and distinguishable feature was bold and shocking. At the bow of the Star Destroyer, a massive, thick 'scythe' descended, meant to ram into enemy ships, tearing through their hulls. It could be rotated ninety degrees for an easy landing experience... if it wasn't damaged by the drop from hyperspace.

"Poor calculations, my Lord," Cruor shuddered, stammering through every syllable before dropping to his knees in shame.

"Then fix it!" Invictus snarled, waving a bolt of lightning in his hand. "What is it, lieutenant?"

"No major damage to the ship reported as of yet, though the engines may have suffered some-"

Invictus lifted the man up, obviously unable to articulate his anger in mere words. The crew stood in silence, staring at the silhouetted officer handing in the deck. Then, in a single instant, the body imploded on itself, a spurt of blood shooting through the mouth before being gargled down. Invictus' hand flung around, the body landing forcefully in Cruor's hands.

"Dispose of it, and see to it no more mistakes are made, lest you be next," Invictus warned, brushing the blood from his gloves.

"But, sir... I have no authority over the engineers-"

But Invictus simply ignored the Sith, turning to the view of Corellia once more. The invasion, he hoped, would soon begin. And perhaps Cruor would meet an unfortunate end at the hands of Jedi. If not... then he'd have to fix that.

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