Sith Strike **Canon**

Sirak Sazen

((OOC: I was going to wait for Devrin, but....))

Sirak watched in satisfaction as the Sith fighter plummeted from the sky thanks to the swift piloting of Xrjz. He grinned slightly from his vantage point at one of the Temple's newly-built hangar bays, but realized the real battle had yet to begin. Plumes of smoke were already rising from the Coruscanti skyline and the distant hum of blaster bolts could be heard in the distance. Sirak didn't find it unusual to feel a dark ripple in the Force in the midst of the chaos, but the danger was getting closer and the sense of the Dark Side was becoming heavier.

He quickly left the bay and rushed through the halls, against the flow of people trying to escape the Temple or make their way to their ships. The Council tower was his destination. Steadily, he could sense the shroud growing until finally he felt a sharp stab in the Force. A life had been lost here, within the walls of the Temple. Something was very wrong. Sirak dodged clumsy droids and curious Jedi in the halls - instructing as many as he could that there was danger in the Temple. He didn't stick around to see their reactions.

By the time he'd reached the elevator to the tower, Sirak was nearly out of breath and unprepared for what happened next. The rush of the Force brought him to his knees in a combination of pain and weakness. Something terrible had happened. The death or pain of at least one other person, likely a Jedi, likely at his destination. He'd barely gotten back to his feet when the elevator door opened at the Council Chamber and revealed to him the horrible truth.
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Darth Acheron

Dakoth

Elac's blade grew ever more concentrated as it hacked into the darkness, crushing back at some unknown defense. He felt a rush of energy through his arms as the blade finally met a paltry resistance. He felt his feet being moved, leaping, charging as his body twisted in rage.

Elac felt no fear as he mauled against whatever stood in his way, his confidence bolstered as he felt his master drift into his presence. It was as if Archeron fought beside him, battering at his pathetic opponent.

He thought not as his saber lashed back and forth, only feeling the rush of victory at hand. He felt his opponents shock, his fear drift towards him through the void. The Sith fed on it like sweet nectar, obviously his ferocity and power had become so matched that he had shaken whomever stood before him to the core.
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SkywalkerAndVader

Xjrz knew this was a fight he couldn't win anymore. Not only because of Cale's twisted consciousness at this point, but the fact that Darth Acheron had decided to jump in on the action. Xjrz barely had time to react against the Sith Lord's lightstaff. With Fallen-Cale's furry of attacks coming relentlessly without remorse or end, and the now fully fledged Sith Lord attacked, Xjrz knew of his inevitable defeat. He had to escape, and escape fast.

Blocking a blow against the lightstaff with his shoto, he Force shoved Fallen-Cale away, sending him tumbling to the ground for a few moments. While he was recovering, Xjrz attacked Acheron with a flurry of attacks from both of his weapons, which the Sith Lord defending against perfectly, making it look as if the two had practiced the routine before. As Fallen-Cale got up, Xjrz attempted to kick him in the chest, but Cale avoided the strike, and was back on his feet, already striking again. Xjrz swiped low with his main blade, as Acheron and Cale jumped over the blade and both striked down on each saber. Xjrz flipped backwards, and sent a Force shove at Acheron, who negated it and sent it back at Xjrz. The Falleen wasn't prepared for the blow, and it sent him tumbling off the roof, the only thing that saved him was an invisible noose around his neck, as the Sith Lord began to choke him, and he hung over the building gasping for breath and life.

((OOC: Don't kill me, is all I ask.))
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Darth Acheron

"And now, you filthy Jedi, you will die," Acheron sneered, as the Falleen's eyes widened. Below him, a two kilometre plummet to the Coruscanti underworld, and above him, a Sith Lord and his Apprentice. Neither option was particularly favourable in this instance, but perhaps...

Welling up with power within him, the Jedi manage to break Acheron's hold on his neck, sending the Jedi plummeting down the building side. Using his feet, timed to perfection, the Jedi kicked off the side of the building, and out into a lane of traffic. Flipping over, to cast his eye over his descent, the Jedi used the Force to adjust his fall, so that he landed directly on the back of a speeder.

At that point, Acheron lost sight of him, as the speeder roared off into the distance. Hissing in vexation, he turned to his Apprentice.

"You have done well, my Apprentice. The Jedi is of no consequence. Soon their entire Order will be at our feet. You must come with me to the Jedi Temple, where we will demonstrate the true power of the Dark Side of the Force."

Still obviously shaken by the lightsaber battle, Elac didn't reply, merely breathing harshly, his eyes glowing red.

Acheron's comlink chose that moment to chirp, and he activated it, "What is it, Captain?" He asked.

"Mi'lord, our sensors read a full activation of the planetary shield. We can't land our invasion force! Only half a dozen squadrons of pilots made it through the shield."

"Well then get the shield down," Acheron growled, "I don't care how long it takes."

"Sir... it seems whoever lowered the shields before did so in such a way that their power generators require a much greater period of time before they can be lowered once more. Either we bombard the shield to weaken it in locations, or try and find a way to lower specific sections of it."

"Do what needs to be done, Captain," Acheron answered, flicking his comlink over to his squadron frequency.

"Alpha Two, do you read me?"

"Reading you loud and clear Lead. Just heard over Impirical frequency the shields are back up. We're trapped down here."

"Yes... Captain Trigit just informed me himself. My Apprentice and I will be making our way over to the Jedi Temple. See if you can't buzz over it a few times to soften it up for our arrival," Acheron's black lips twisted into a smirk, at the thought of destructive energy raining down on the precious Jedi Temple.

A vicious laugh came over the comlink, "Of course sir, at once."
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Time to start again.

Lord Invictus

SkywalkerAndVader

Xjrz held on for dear life on the back of that speeder. The alarmed pilot was controlled by reflex, and atttempted to shake Xjrz off at first, but after igniting his lightsaber as if to make a signal or simply cut his way out of death's grip, he wasn't even sure. But the woman driving the speeder got the hint, and allowed him to enter the speeder.

"I need to get to the Jedi Temple, or as close as you can get me to it." he asked, in a calm, polite manner.

The woman stared blankly at Xjrz, almost unable to reply, but she turned the speeder and headed towards the Temple as Xjrz had asked.

"Thank you, and after you get me there, get yourself to safety however you can, this day will get weirder, I assure you." he stated.

The Jedi Temple grew larger in sight, and so did the signs of battle. Xjrz allowed the pilot to stop off a bit early, and he started his way there on foot. On the way, he had some time to think.

Cale. A Sith? What could have happened? Where did it all go so wrong? All he had to do was take the Prime Minister to Coruscant. But that isn't what happened, the Prime Minister was most likely dead, hopefully not by Cale's hand. Xjrz couldn't fathom Cale deliberately joining the Sith, it had to be some other explanation. It had to be. And he kept repeating that explanation over and over again on his way to the Temple.
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Dakoth

The saber fell back upon Darth Elac's waist, static once more. He was taken aback as reality rushed back into focus, stumbling towards his Lord who had already made his way back into the turbolift. Falling in line with Archeron, Elac spoke "Master, do you think that there will actually be any Jedi of consequence left within the temple? Just about everyone save the younglings are probably out fighting."

"Exactly." the Sith sneered.
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Darth Acheron

"By taking the younglings captive, we will be able to draw the Jedi Masters back to the Temple. We will be able to set a trap for them," Acheron said, a cruel smile etching itself on his face.

"You... would harm the younglings?" Elac asked.

"Of course not. They're young enough that they may be perfectly willing to come to Kroprulu with us and be raised as Sith. They will however be perfect for manipulating the Jedi into doing our bidding. The Jedi preach a separation of judgement from emotion, and yet they are far more slaves to it than we are, my young Apprentice."
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Dakoth

"Absolutely genious, Lord Archeron." Elac shined as the turbolift pinged, its doors sliding cleanly open.

"They will no doubt come with thier full strength, Master. Is it wise to stand alone against all of them?"
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Darth Acheron

"My starfighter squadron is going to strafe the Temple and land, to reinforce us. They may not be Sith, but I would trust them in a fight. They're well versed in hand-to-hand combat, and will be invaluable against the Jedi. I suspect that only a small contingent of Jedi came to Coruscant from whichever world they now base themselves on, so I suspect we may find only the Council returning to the Temple, in which case, two Sith and eleven fighter pilots should even up the odds slightly in our favour."
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Time to start again.

Dakoth

Darth Acheron

"The powers of the Force can get one many things," Acheron chuckled lightly, flicking the controls over to auto-pilot so he could settle back in his seat, closing his eyes slightly, and focussing on meditation, to cleanse his body of the surges of adrenalin that had punctuated it over the last twenty-four hours.
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Time to start again.

Lord Invictus

Sith starfighters spiraled in all directions, laying waste to the Temple with ease. What little protection the few Jedi could offer was snuffed out in instants, explosions and general chaos flowing like a river down the sides of each of the five spires.

Invictus noted the Dark Lord's ship's presence... His hand immediately flicked to the communications device. Selecting the Dark Lord, a necessary option, due to Invictus' position, from the list of important Sith, Invictus opened communications with him.

"Lord Acheron..." the Grand Inquisitor respectfully greeted, though a well-hidden venom hissed under his voice, as always. "Darth Splinter and I have survived the journey to Coruscant. We've told the Jedi nothing. Though Splinter and I have launched a brief assault on the Temple, the Council members are nowhere to be found, and I suspect they've joined the battle or are in the Senate Chambers. My Lord, you have my assistance, though I ask that you allow me to speak with my successor, Lord Aurum, soon... I fear he is all too eager to take over the Church."
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Sirak Sazen

Sirak fought in vain to defend the Jedi Temple against Sith starfighters, but his abilities in the Force alone weren't enough to stop the squadron that now laid waste to the Temple. After making sure the wounded had escaped the ruins, Sirak gathered some supplies and made his way to the stronghold of the Senate building.

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