Assault on Coruscant

Lord Embeion · Assault on Coruscant

The year is 92 A.B.Y. and the New Sith Empire of Kroprulu has launched a series of events that would lead to the destruction of the Galactic Alliance. The Jedi have settled into there new home world and only maintain there emissaries on Coruscant. With little to no resistance the planet would be taken in one sweep.

Dark Lord Embeion has given orders to Grand Admiral Marix to set up a blockade around the planets hyperspace routes to prevent reinforcements from coming in. The High Lords of the Sith Council (Pain, Hunger, Betrayal) will also be involved in the evasion. The Jedi will be given a chance to arrive in the deep core or Coruscant itself. Make your reasons rational for you to be in the area, no “ I sense a disturbance in the Force! It’s telling me to bring the Jedi Order to Coruscant!”. A few posts from the Sith will be made before the blockade goes into effect and the space/ground fights start.

Like Arkuan Expedition each user is allowed one post per day and OOC will be in the cyan coloring. The overall objective of the roleplay is to have a mass roleplay instead of having a more personal small battle. Of course the Jedi’s objective will be to protect the city. Senate, and Chief of State. Or the Jedi can make there own objectives. There’s not much plot or depth to the story and I would like to see some of our newer members get in on this. Remember Coruscant is the center of the Galaxy =p. If you lose it then all hell will break loose and the Jedi will be forced to hide on Pacis.

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Assault on Coruscant

-To come-

Grand Vizier Tarna

::Star Destroyer Tempest, on route to Sith staging area in Alderaan space::

Master Chief Tarna sat in his personal chambers aboard his Star Destroyer. When they arrived on Coruscant, he would join his men planetside while the ship was under command of his flag lieutenant, Lieutenant Lon Raich. But for now, Tarna sit in his study meditating and planning for the assault on the galactic capital.

He was amused at how one planet could mean so much to a galaxy. Indeed, it was said that whomever controlled Coruscant controlled the galaxy. Could this be the Sith's glorious day to take back what had once been their's under Palpatine? He would have to wait and simply do his best. For Glory. For Honor. For the Sith.

Lord Invictus

((I hope you don't mind. I'm not entirely sure where the lists of our Star Destroyers are, so I'll make a personal ship for Mortalis. Since he's a Sith lord, I found this appropriate. I will edit if this isn't.))

::Star Destroyer Malum Discordiae , on route to Sith staging area in Alderaan space::

The heavy clinking of Mortalis' metal feet echoed down the hallway. He proceeded down to his personal chambers, a black metal room filled with collected weapons and his "throne", a huge gray seat with holograms and radio static emitting from it.

The Sith lord's hand floated over his chosen weapons, his standard two lightsabers, a blaster, and an old lightwip, a weapon Mortalis was eager to use once more. He limped to his throne, sat in it, and viewed the armies in the ship preparing for battle....

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::Star Destroyer Tempest , on route to Sith staging area in Alderaan space::
Corporal Tylo Kiitynn, a Sith special forces cultist, prepared for battle. Gearing up his various weapons of terror, many of which were painful to look at, the commando grinned with the thought of another success. Perhaps a promotion would be in order... if he did it right and lived.

Most of the troops were still waking up, scratching themselves and eating a small breakfast. Kiitynn was disgusted by them. They were filthy slime. Bred only to be slaughtered by the enemy. Weak. Useless. Pathetic. They were the useless rabble of the galaxy scrapped up as fodder to feed the enemy until the job was done.....

Ga'nen

Aboard the Atrocity

Admiral Baric sat in her private quarters going over the strategy and tactics for the battle that was looming in the distance. She had gone over every last bit, she had all the ships checked to insure their best in the battle, and every fighter was gone over to insure its best quality.

Sitting in front of her was her tactical officer who she has hand picked for this very ship and that very position, she respected his opinions as much as he respected her authority. Swirling her finger through her glass of water she sat listening to the officer's words trying to decide what was important enough to take caution about.

"They have home turf advantage, I believe that's our largest concern especially since their home turf is Coruscant." The man said finally, it was a concern and it took major consideration between the Admirals and sith but it was decided it was doable.

"Home advantage can some times be a disadvantage," Misha said with a curved smile, it dawned on her that the Jedi and the Republic were about their people and as such would defend them. Perhaps they would find a new way to distract them and eventually slaughter them in their homes.

Rive Caedo

Aboard the Republic's Concordia-class starship Inceptum

They hadn't told Admiral Waller to expect this when they'd given him command of the Novas and the Inceptum. The vessels were both prototypes designed to work in harmony with each other - increasing sensor, shielding, and weapons capabilities far beyond their capabilities apart. Waller was stationed physically on the Inceptum, but his image was projected holographically to the Novas' bridge as well. Together, along with four wings of fighters running on the same technology, they formed Project Concordia. It was an interesting experiment - that was why Waller had turned down a position on the naval commission to command it.

Unfortunately the two glistening prototypes had drawn more political attention than scientific. Which was why he was now fifteen minutes into an agonizing conversation with a holographic projection of Ambassador Chora who had requested the Concordia Group attend the opening ceremony of the Alderaan Remembrance Spacestation. This wasn't what he'd expected when he took command of Project Concordia - this was duller than serving on the naval commission.

"... just can't make that kind of exception for you. If you put in a formal request with the naval commission, ambassador, then I might be able to do somethi---" Admiral Waller paused as the holographic projection of the Alderaanian ambassador distorted and then dissipated entirely, he then turned to his communications officer, "What happened?"

"Checking..." the officer paused for a moment as she ran a basic diagnostic, "Communication systems check out fine, sir. The Alderaan hyperwave transceiver grid seems to have gone... offline."

"The entire sector? That's..." Waller wanted to use the word 'impossible', but there were actually a few logical (if unlikely) explanations he could think of. No matter the reason, there was a simple solution, "Reroute through Corellia's network."

The communication's officer spoke in a more alarmed voice now, "No good Admiral, I've lost contact with the Corellian, Duro, and Kuat sectors in addition to Alderaan... and now Darpa too!"

Most of Waller's logical explanations had just flown out the airlock... at least the conversation with the ambassador was over.

Lord Embeion

Flagship Cronos - Super Star Destroyer

Lord Embeion stood at the window of the main bridge on Cronos his flagship. He proud that the day had finally come to cripple the Galactic Alliance and take revenge on the Jedi.

"Dark Lord Embeion, all of the Sith fleets have taken flight and directed path for Coruscant."

"Good" pause "Contact Admiral Baric and instruct her to contact me in my private quarters."

Embeion took one last glance at the faded stars before turning and walking away. His cloaks dragged along the cold metal of the command as time seemed to slow. He stopped and stood in a drunken pose as his vision fogged and head clouded. He fell to the floor gripping his chest. The pain had overcome him and caused him to fall unconscious. "Quick! Get the med droid!"

Lord Vexen

Star Destroyer Vulcan

Klaxus, the Sith Lord of Hunger, looked over the vast fleet of ships in at the staging area for the attack on the Galactic Alliance capital of Coruscant. The numbers alone would be enough to take an entire sector outside of the galactic core. He had been preparing for a long time for this mission and it would not fail.

Klaxus turned to a human soilder next to him. "Bring me a prisoner" ordered Klaxus. Within minutes, a female woman was brought before him, barely concious and in stun cuffs. Klaxus raised his hand up and began to drain the life and energy out of the woman. A dark red aura enveloped her and forced the soilders holding her away. Slowly her arms and legs began to shrink back into her body until their was barely anything left. Klaxus absorbed the aura and felt himself grow a bit stronger from her energy. All that was left was a shrivled corpse.

Klaxus ordered the cleanup of the corpse and retired to his private quarters where he gathered his weapons: a curved red lightsaber, a small blaster just in case, and a Sith Sword. He was ready for what ever would face him.

Grand Vizier Tarna

Lord Tarna turned to a communications officer. "Open a channel to the Vulcan's bridge!" There was a few moments silence, and then the main screen was filled with Lord Klaxus' face. Tarna bowed his head slightly, "My lord, the Tempest and the Sith Special Forces are ready and waiting word from the Supreme Commander. Do you know what keeps Lord Embeion?"

Ga'nen

Aboard the Atrocity

Misha was in her quarters still when she had been given the message that Lord Embeion wanted her to contact him. She figured that as one of the main Admirals of the attacking force she would have to be in constant contact with him anyway, though she didn't agree with some of his decisions regarding this attack. But he was a superior no matter how inferior she knew him to be. He wouldn't know that, the sith had a way of ripping thoughts but she never once thought he was inferior because knowing was different than thinking it.

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"Lord Embeion is currently not available," the aide told Misha as she tried to make contact.

"Well, what happened? I was told to contact him in his private quarters." Misha snapped back to the man. She was not in the mood to have things kept from her.

There was reluctance but the man figured he'd have to keep dealing with the Admiral if he kept denying her information. "Lord Embeion had passed out a bit ago and that's all I can say."

"Ah," Misha said quietly below her breath. Cutting the transmission off without saying goodbye she walked back over to her tactical officer who had heard the same message she did. "It seems the old man is losing his touch, lets go see what we can find out through the rumor mill." With a smile the two walked out of Misha's quarters and went straight to the bridge.

Lord Vexen

Klaxus looked at Lord Tarna. "That is good, and no, I don't know what keeps Lord Embeion." Klaxus turned to his comm officer, "Soilder, put myself and Lord Tarna through to the Cronos...thats an order." said Klaxus.

Rive Caedo

Aboard the Republic's Concordia-class starship Inceptum

"Should I prepare to launch another one, sir?"

Admiral Wells shook his head in response to his science officer's query "No, I think six is quite enough."

The Inceptum and Novas had each launched three probes along the largest Hyperspace routes away from Coruscant. Each probe had suddenly lost contact moments before reaching its destination.

The senate and naval commission had issued a joint statement a few minutes ago stating that they believed Coruscant to be caught up in some sort of ionic disturbance that would clear up soon. Wells hoped they were right.

Rui Jormar

Aboard the Republic's Concordia-class starship Inceptum

Collin Jormar sat in his X-Wing starfighter, docked inside one of the docking bays of one of the Republic's new prototype capital ships. He had been selected to go on the prototype's first flights to make sure that the ship wasn't taken by enemy forces. He was trying to contact home when suddenly the comunications on his X-wing failed. It seemed the same was happening all over the ship. Collin sat back, hoping it was only ionic disturbance, and waited for it to clear up.

Lord Invictus

Tylo Kiitynn- a simple soldier by the reckoning of most- did what simple soldiers did; he sat on a crate filled with ammunition and scratched his back, contemplating the inevitable apocalyptic onslaught for the greatest planet in the universe. Little did he know, or, more accurately, he knew not of the fact that a Sith Lord (and donor of troops to the Special Forces)- one, Lord Mortalis- was doing exactly what simple soldiers did as well- save the scratching.

Twenty near immeasurable miles away from the Tempest , Lord Mortalis was seated in his temporary flag-ship, the Malum Discordiae contemplating the battle as well, but with an enthusiasm and excitement to kill rarely found in a living being. Killing to Mortalis was a game, as was war and politics. Every possible advantage was to be exploited, and every last piece on the board was to be sacrificed to achieve the ultimate goal.

The immediate goal was the service of his masters and the taking of Coruscant. But the ultimate goal was much grander. not content to a side position, Mortalis was waiting for his time to come. As a cyborg, force sensitive, and Gen'Dai, he would outlive nearly anyone in the galaxy today. The time would come when the amount of Sith was waining, and Mortalis would attempt his ultimate plan for conquest, but today wasn't the time. Mortalis sincerely doubted if the time would come in the next hundred years, so, until that time, obedience and the perfection of orders were his focus.'

However practiced in the art of war Mortalis was, sieges of this size had not been perfected by anybody, nor would they ever be. Strategy would be almost useless apart from troop deployments, and in-field tactical skill would be most used. Unfortunately, this required trust in one's officers, and Mortalis had trust in nobody. Mortalis even doubted himself trustworthy- which, being a Sith, was probably wise.

Before him a digital hologram of the deployment of ships- many of which still falling out of hyperspace- was clearly present, with Mortalis' ship hovering in a pale green. It was moving slightly faster than most other ships toward the front of the armada. Swarms of individual fighters now nearly colliding together after hyperspace docked in every ship. Mortalis' ship was home to few fighters and bombers. Rather, he'd fitted it with eleven Sith fighters- one of which being his highly modified one, the Praesto - for every force sensitive in his ship- Sith or trooper- and with fourteen shuttles meant for the transport of specialized troops.

Mortalis could only imagine Coruscant in the distance, a planet of perfection which would soon become the greatest battleground in galactic history.