Evil Undone: Revolution on Corellia

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The year is 549 ABY, and the Sith have reigned the Galaxy uncontested for over 300 years, But in the streets of Coronet, rumors of revolution were spreading.

"How many does that make?"
"20 crates,which is roughly 800 blasters, and 300 thermal detonators."
"Is that going to be enough?"
"I don't think so, but its all we have."

Three hooded figures cover up the crates and exit the abandoned warehouse, the whine of a small cargo ships engines can be heard as it prepares to take off. They make their way down the back alley behind the warehouse, and head toward the strip of Coronet. Boarding the Mag-lev train, they headed deeper into the city toward the bustling sounds of this mighty, Sith dominated city.


Meanwhile, in the Antilles house, deep in Coronet city, two Jedi knights and Jedi Master Ayden Kantos meet with Weston Antilles.
"I have just received word that the shipment has arrived safely" says Weston.
"Excellent." says Master Kantos, "Then we shall disperse them in the specified locations, ready for use tomorrow."
"Do you have all the men you need?" asks Weston, "If not, I shall send word for my son and his friends, and they can assist you."
"There is no need," replies Kantos "My men and I will have no trouble."
One Knight turns to the other and whispers, "Only if Ryden hasn't screwed up again".


Ryden and two other Jedi knights leap off the train about a kilometer away from the docking bay as to avoid detection. They skillfully roll out of the landing and stay crouched to avoid detection, and scout the area for Sith troops. Signaling each other that the coast was clear, they swiftly move down a nearby corridor and head toward the rendezvous point with Master Kantos. Ryden began to remember the last mission where he was assigned recon duties, and ended up getting captured by Sith inquisitors, or the time before that where he ran into a group of Sith shock troopers and ended up in a firefight which escalated to an almost full-blown war.

He sighed in relief as they turn the last corner and see Master Kantos and the two Jedi waiting for him. All of a sudden he senses the presence of another group approaching from the east, about Seven or Eight lifeforms. He quickly signals Kantos, and both groups leap into the air and cling to the ledges of the walls above.
"Great" whispers Ryden, "Just my luck."

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A group of six Sith troopers, following a taller robed figure, who appears to be a Sith, turn the corner to the Jedi's rendezvous point.
"You said they would be here!" Shouts the robed figure.
"They uh, should be here already." replies a man from just outside Rydens view.
"If you have mislead me, I WILL make you pay for disturbing me this late in the night."
"Sir" replies the man, "I swear to you, I overheard them in Master Westons study. They said, 'We will rendezvous with Ryden's crew at docking station 1225 in one hour"
"Well, it makes no difference what you heard" screams the cloaked man, "They aren't here!"

Ryden watches in horror as the cloaked Sith Force chokes the man to death, and throws him into a wall. Almost as soon as this occurs, Master Ayden signals Ryden and the other four Jedi to take out the troopers, while he takes care of the Sith. The Jedi all leap down towards the Sith troops, ignite their lightsabers in mid-air, and land just behind behind the troopers. The blur of the Jedi's lightsabers slice through the Sith troopers in perfect harmony, leaving only one trooper and the robed Sith standing. Without hesitation, Ryden throws his lightsaber at the last Sith trooper, who's final vision was that of a blue blade piercing through his chest. Kantos, having thrown off his robes, charges the Sith, ignites his orange blade and swings at the robed figure. The familiar hissing sound of a lightsaber echoes in the alleyway as the Sith powers on his blade and deflects the fierce strike of the Jedi Master, and retaliates by turning on a second blade and making a leg sweep at Kantos. Ryden, pulling his blade from the dead troopers chest, yells for the other four jedi to attack the Sith. Kantos jumps up and over the Sith, landing just in front of the charging Jedi, who instinctively form a line on both sides of Ryden and Master Kantos. The Sith, seemingly unaffected by the odds against him, flings off his robes, revealing a cold, iron mask. He twirls his blades around himself and attaches them at the hilts, forming a double-sided saber, he then quickly takes an offensive stance and spins to face the line of Jedi. Two of the jedi charge the lone Sith ahead of the rest, launching themselves at the masked warrior, Kantos shouts "Don't charge him, he's an Inquisitor!"
Too late the Jedi hear his shouts, fear shoots across their faces. The Sith violently strikes out, slicing through the first Jedi's torso, as if he were cutting air, he then spins around, and turns to face the other jedi, grabs him by the throat, and snaps his neck with one hand, and tosses his body at the remaining four. Ryden screams at the top of his lungs and prepares to charge the masked Sith.

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"Stop Ryden!" screams Kantos, "You cannot defeat him alone!"
Ignoring the shouts of his Master, Ryden lunges at the Sith, striking out so fiercely the Sith seems to falter slightly from the impact. Their blades crash together violently making both men recoil at the blow. The Sith sensing his anger, begins to mentally antagonize the young Jedi.
How does it feel to know that your friends died feeling betrayed by their friend? Does it anger you to hear these things? I can feel your hatred towards me intensify with my every word! I will humiliate you, and then kill the rest of your friends for your foolishness!
"I will strike you down, and make you eat those words!" replies Ryden.

Kantos gives a few mental orders to the other two Jedi, telling them not to advance, but to wait for his signal. This was the moment the Master Jedi had been waiting for: The perfect lesson for his former Padawan.

The three Jedi watch as Kantos violently strikes at the Sith, ignoring all of his training, and rapidly expending his energy. The Sith seems to easily deflect every blow, each almost easier than the last. Ryden begins to pant from exhaustion, which slows him down quickly. He begins to lose concentration as the Inquisitor makes his move. Without any hesitation, the Sith makes a small step forward, splits his saber in two, spins around, and slams the back end of a lighsaber into Rydens head. He slumps to his knees, lightsaber turning off, and braces himself for the next strike.
The Sith places his crimson blades in an X-Pattern around Rydens neck, preparing to execute his submissed foe. All of a sudden, Rydens blade flies out of his hand, ignites, and pierces through in underside of the Siths' chin, burning through skull and brain matter. The Siths' body stumbles backwards, twitching as it falls over and and seizes out. Ryden, not quite understanding what just happened, looks up to assess his situation, only to see his former Master holding his hand out. "Now the next time I say stop, maybe you'll listen."
"I'm sorry Master, i was so.."
"Stupid is the word your looking for.. Or dumb.. Idiotic works as well, but mostly you were stupid."
Kantos helps Ryden to his feet, and goes to assist the remaining two Jedi in disposing of the bodies and recovering their comrades equipment.
"We must hurry." says Kantos, "it is only a few hours until the final phase our plan must be carried out."
The Jedi dump the last of the bodies into a nearby garbage chute, and rush down the hallway, The sky is already starting to turn bright orange with the rising of the Corellian sun.

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The general populace has begun to rise for the oncoming day, most have planned to go about their days normally; little do they know that nothing about today will be normal.

Four figures shoot through city streets like crazed pod-racers; they have no time to slow down or be cautious, they must be on time or else thousands will perish at the hands of the Sith. Barely dodging parked vehicles, trash droids, and citizens, they manage to make it to the first of the four drop points. Kantos signals to each of the other knights who take off in different directions. The Jedi Master leaps up and lands on the roof of the building above. He bolts over cooling units and around transistors, making his way to the far end of this building complex. As he reaches his destination, he hears the transmitter beeping from inside his robe.
“Yes Weston?” answers the Jedi.
“All my men are in place,” replies Antilles “We await only your order.”
“We wait just a few moments longer; we must let the other teams prepare themselves, but it is most imperative that we strike before the guard changes. We have to catch them while they are tired, and before the morning guards are fully prepared for anything.”
“Yes Master Jedi,” says Antilles “We are prepared, just signal when its time.”
As the Jedi places the communicator back into his robe, he sees the signal from points two and three, but four is late. The Jedi Master reaches out with the force in an attempt to contact Ryden, but to no avail. “Make haste Ryden,” he whispers “we don’t have much time.”

He stands for a few moments, impatiently awaiting his former padawans’ signal. After a few more minutes, and still no signal, he retrieves his comms unit once more, calling upon the other Jedi. “Meet me at Objective four; We may have a slight problem.”
Kantos leaps from his vantage point onto a nearby rooftop, bolting towards Rydens objective. “I hope you have not gotten into too much trouble this time.”

Kantos reaches the rendezvous point just as the other two were arriving. The Knights looked at their former master in confusion, who had stopped suddenly and unexpectedly. He stood staring at what seemed to be burn marks in the ground, which only upon closer observance did the two knights understand what they were looking at. These burn marks were very peculiar in shape, when standing at a distance they appear to be from an electrical strike or blaster fire. However, upon moving closer to the scar, they notice as it begins to take shape, and only when standing directly over do they realize: The markings outline what appear to be a body. Kantos hurriedly leaps up to the next level marking the Fourth set of crates with a transmitter, and proceeds to contact Weston on the communicator. “Weston, we are ready to begin, all markers have been placed, but it seems we will be one Jedi short, Ryden seems to have disappeared, and I cannot feel his presence.”
“I am sorry to hear that, I will make sure to let my men know to keep an eye out for him.”
“Much appreciated Weston, though I fear the worst. These markings brought back nightmares of things I was sure died out many years ago.”

Kantos turns off the transmitter and signals the other two Jedi to follow. He knows exactly WHO made those marks, and is determined to stop her this time. Kantos leads the way, talking to himself as he glides from rooftop to rooftop.
I will settle this score; not for the family you stole from me, but for Ryden, whom I will not allow you to have without contest

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Ryden awakes with a splitting headache, and the feeling of being eaten and passed through a Rancor. He lifts his head slowly, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light. He couldn’t tell where he ended up, and was still working on how he got there. He vaguely remembered running into that stupid Sith squad parked in the rooftop where his destination was. He remembered easily dispatching the four clueless clowns, and making for the fifth one… except… He was not garbed in standard trooper armor, nor could he remember him having any weapons… in fact, it was not even a he! Ryden had to calm himself before he panicked and sat down in meditation. “Why did it have to be her?” he groaned, “Of all the Sith in this galaxy and I have to run into HER?!”

After several moments of moping about his situation, he remembered he was still unawares as to his location. Gathering his senses, he stands up and observes his surroundings. He turns and notices the only light in the room is coming from a small observation port in the corner of this small room. He walks over and peers through, only to fall down in disbelief. Not only had he been captured by HER, he was also on her ship, leaving the planet. “Great” he says, “Kantos is going to kill me!”

Meanwhile, above the streets above Coronet, Jedi Master Kantos and Jedi Knights Forndan and Nov’as Olan are making their way towards the final rendezvous point. From there, the fight for Corellia will begin

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Bodies of the dead and the dying lie amongst the remains of demolished buildings. Anguished cries of pain echo off the crumbling walls of fallen skyscrapers. Blaster fire sounds off around every corner; Rebels are scouring the streets for remaining Sith soldiers. Three cloaked figures stealthily march up side-streets, heading for the large government building located towards the center of town.

Turret-fire and explosions sound from near the towering structure, getting louder as the figures approach. Master Ayden Kantos removes his hood and retrieves his lightsaber from his belt. He ignites the blade, which erupts with the beauty of a sun. Bright Orange, a crystal thought never to be used by a Jedi again. Lost to the Order after the Sith captured Coruscant, and with it, the Holocrons of the Jedi, locked within the Vaults of the Temple there. Ayden strides forward, slowly increasing his pace, eyes locked on the footsteps of the building that lay ahead.

A handful of Sith troops stand their ground on the fortified staircase, but prove no match for the mob of angry Corellian citizens. As Ayden and his companions arrive at the foot of the staircase, the Main doors open, and Five more figures emerged from the shadows of the doorway. Master Ayden and Knights Nov’as and Forndan form up at the base of the stairs. Several of the mob members charge up at the cloaked figures with their looted blasters and vibro-spears. Two of the dark figures step toward the top of the stairs and extend their left palms, into which shot long, silver lightsaber hilts. The mob, showing either extreme courage, or severe ignorance and stupidity, charge into the two men. In a flash, the cloaked figures ignite their crimson weapons, slicing through the rebels like they weren’t even there. Within seconds, almost 20 Corellians lay dead at the feet of the Sith.

The Figure who stands at the center of the group blocking the way inside, steps forward and removes his hood. He was a Kel-dorian of above-average height, with the posture of a figure of high status among his kind. He gazes down upon the Jedi, with a look of smug satisfaction on his face.
“Well, Well… Look what we have here. It seems as though this noble trio of Jedi has come to overthrow us. Whatever shall we do?”
The Kel-dorian lets loose a maniacal laugh, “Get them! Make sure they do not survive!”

He turns and makes his way back into the building, the remaining four hooded figures advance on the three Jedi, who back up into a defense position and ignite their blades. The Four robed Sith make their way down the stairs toward the Triage, igniting their dark, red blades as they do. The first pair carries dual single bladed sabers, the second pair carry double bladed sabers. The knights split off from Aydens’ side and advanced towards the Sith on the Outer edges.

“Now…” says the Master Jedi, as he points at the two Sith in the center, “I think I may have found a genuine challenge today!”
The Jedi Master bounds forward up the stairs, Screaming at the top of his lungs, catching both warriors off-guard he swings his blade at the distracted duo. The first Sith deflects the Orange blade with one end of his dual-saber, the second was not so lucky. Ayden swings about with his blade and cuts the second man in twain, the sickening thud of his melting flesh hitting the concrete seems to throw the outer two Sith off guard. Forndan and Nov’as easily overtake the two Sith, as if it were a mere training session. Ayden casually deflects several blows from the last Sith before decapitating him with a flick of his wrist.

“Well, I guess I was wrong: I think you two put up better a fight when you dueled as Padawans than these clumsy excuses for Sith did in real combat.”
“Actually, in my defense,” remarked Nov’as, “I believe I could have taken this one when I was a youngling!”
The three began to laugh and head up the stairs when all of a sudden, the doors opened, and out of the dark approached multitudes of Sith. Seven Sith Inquisitors, donning masks, lightsabers, and Vibro-whips emerged, followed by a small squad of Sith Elite troopers.
“Umm… Master?” Forndan choked out, “Any Plans?”
“Yes… Don’t Die…”

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Ryden wakes up to the sound of Blaster fire outside his door, sitting up he begins to make his way towards the entrance to his cell. Voices, like screaming or crying, and then the sounds of someone shouting orders.

“Someone tell me where she is already!”
“Sir, it appears as though she escaped in a personal transport just before we boarded.”
“Inform Valkyrie that they are to pursue her vessel at all cost, I want her, preferably alive, but dead is more than fine.”
“Sir,” replies another voice, “It seems as though she has a Jedi captive onboard, in cell C01.”
“Well?”
“Um… Sir?”
“Let him out! Surely you don’t need me to state the obvious! I take orders from them, which means YOU take orders from them. Would you let me out of that cell as soon as possible? Or would you lollygag around like a schoolgirl and wait to ask for permission to do what you know damn well I would tell you to do!”
“Sorry sir” Retorts the corporal.
The sullen soldier makes his way towards the cell, enters in a few numbers, and the cell door slides open. Ryden covers his eyes from the change in lighting.
“Sir!” the man salutes Ryden, “Colonel Luke Antilles, Blue Squadron.”
The colonel looks at the young Bothan, “You must be Jedi Knight Ryden Kantos, former Padawan of Jedi Master Ayden Kantos. Glad to meet you, sir!”
Ryden, not knowing exactly what to say lets out with an odd retort, “You’re welc… I mean tha… I mean… What’s going on? How did you get here?”
The colonel chuckles at the young Bothans’ surprise.
“We boarded this vessel several moments ago, in search of a Sith Witch, who appears to have escaped us, yet again. However, we are tracking her now and will be pursuing when we have confirmation of her whereabouts. Now, if you would be so kind as to follow me.”
The colonel turns about and makes toward the cockpit. All along the way Ryden notices blast marks and bodies of Sith scattered everywhere, and only one man wearing the symbol of blue squadron lying among the carnage.

“You guys must be pretty good.” Ryden said, “Looks like they outnumbered you Four to One, and you only lost one man. That’s pretty good if you ask me.”

“Aye sir, Blue squadron is the elite of the GR Special Forces. My men are handpicked from Force sensitive’s the Jedi had found, but were considered too old for training. Unlike the Jedi, we saw these men ripe for the picking, and began training them for ground and aerial combat. Each of the men in Blue squadron has at least five Sith kills under their belt; We make sure they know what they’re doing before we bring them onboard with us.”

“Why the need for experience?” questions the young Knight, “Why not just grab some and go?”

“Well,” replies Antilles, “We prefer knowing we have the ones who won’t turn. We used to have a ‘grab and go’ policy, but many of the soldiers would fall to the Sith influence and take out their own men. We put many of these ‘Commandos’ out on the frontlines to test their will and make sure they bond with the others; it’s harder for the Sith to turn a soldier who’s committed to his men.”

“I see.” The Bothan replies while he turns over several new ideas in his head. “I have but one final question for you Colonel.”

“Hopefully I have an Answer.” The colonel replies, as they reach the cockpit of the boarded vessel.

The Bothan produces an unusually joyous grin and says, “Can I borrow them?”

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Night has fallen, and the streets of Coronet are virtually empty, save for corpses and the torches of those looting them. The capitol building, however, was alive with action. The three Jedi had been holding their ground at the base of the entrance stairs for the better part of four hours, only managing to kill nine of the 12 troopers, and three of the Inquisitors. Forndan and Nov’as were slowing in their pace, and it seems that only the Jedi Master is still energized for the fight. The remaining inquisitors had split up, again with two taking the Jedi Master, and the other two going after the Knights.

“Master!” shouts the Twi-lek “I can’t keep this up for much longer.”
“We cannot fall now my friend!” he replies, deflecting the lashing blows from the whips that were seeking his throat.

Thud… Thud Thud…

The combatants all seem to pause, as the remaining Sith troopers grab Various parts of their bodies. Nova’s notices a small red flash shining from underneath one troopers hand, as he attempts to remove the device.

BAM! BAM! BAM!

Pieces of Sith trooper are splattering everywhere. A large chunk of torso hits an inquisitor in the head, knocking him within reach of Kantos’ Orange blade. With a quick twist, he removes the man’s’ right arm at the shoulder, then turns about and lets the man collapse on his blade.

Boom!

The Inquisitor who was facing Forndan seconds before, was now, well, no longer facing him, since his head was split in two. Forndan turns toward the location of the shot to see a Republic Trooper, wearing some sort of modified gear, reload and aim at the Sith facing Nov’as.

BOOM!

Nov’as opponent cries out in pain as the sniper’s shot, apparently missing its intended target, removes part of the man’s face. Nov’as quickly takes advantage of this, and throws his blue blade into the skull of his opponent.

The Jedi Master, who had been literally disarming his last opponent, now stood over his armless prey. “Is she here?” he asks calmly.

“Yes” replied the dying Sith, “She is here. Does the Jedi Master have a score to settle with Mistress Odyne?” The man grins, blood spilling through his teeth and over his lips.

The Jedi Master turns as if to walk away, then stops, swings around ,igniting his blade, and decapitates the man.
“Yes... You could say that.”