Act III: Insurrection

[Tegaea Alcori]

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Kursed, Fortress of…the General

‘The butcher is here. She has come to finish you off. She must be destroyed…you must destroy her.’
“I will make sure she doesn’t get the chance. I am not the weakling she abandoned…I am strong! She will regret her betrayal.” Tegaea chuckled, an unpleasant sound, interrupted by coughing. “Oh Wifey dearest…come back to your Tegs. She wants…to play.”
She rose, the mechanical limbs and gears connecting. The metal hand, covered in blades, closed as if crushing something. Oh yes…this would be fun.

 

[Corey's OOC]

Rebels - Streets

If there was one thing that Marek knew, it was surviving. You could take the boy out of his element, but really, you couldn’t shock him. With everything on down around him, he made sure his weapons and everything were assembled and loaded. Slugthrower, rifle, lightsaber. All was good.

Until it wasn’t. The fire, and the people. He had to be ready. What was going on? Marek wasn’t really one to team up. Never had been, and when it came to his instincts? It was to run, hide and fight on his own. Use the people around him. Mandalore. Now here was a place to be.

He wasn’t even wanting to thing. Just following the Force, and taking shots wherever he needed to… Under? Not up, buildings would fall. Were any of the Templar alive? He needed to find cover. And bodies.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

stardust looked at @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] in awe before noddimg and standing besidw him"nice of you to show up02 heh better late then never'star said as she eyed @break"now lets take him down"soon stardust remembered something rolland had killed jerrick"but before we do did jerrick die proud

 

[Janus Rogo]

Kursed- Building adjoining the streets

His head hurt. His head hurt, his ears hurt, everything hurt. His body was burnt, but not badly. Singed, mostly. His armor was fried. His weapon, gone. He shifted slightly, feeling, more than hearing, a faint crackling noise caused him to look down. The armor he'd worn, the underskin as well, cracked and disintegrated, revealing the red, raw skin beneath it. Janus Rogo sucked air in through his teeth as he stood uncomfortably.

"Oooh... Hsssss...., he managed to hiss, words escaping him.

This planet... Mandalore. He'd never managed to make it out here before today. He... He was here to... To kill som-To put down rebels. But... He looked around, confused for a moment. This was Mandalore and he didn't give two feths about th- KILL THE REBELS. It was a job, was all. Another paying job. One that he had to accomplish. That plasma blast from the Falleen womans power armor, and feth was it armored, had barely left him alive. He'd dove out of the room as she turned. Barely, he thought, looking down at the remains of his gear and clothing. He had to Kill the Rebels, not get massacred going against some kind of war machine encased woman. He had to Kill the Rebels and that was impossible, if he were dead. He had to get some clothes. The Kursed Mercenary took stock of his surroundings. A store, general. He quietly peeked back around the corner, ensuring the woman was gone, then clambered out of the window, sprinting across the street. His boots disintegrated from under him, and he nearly fell over. Quick reflexes kicked in and he stuck his hands out, towards the ground, cartwheeling once, before regaining his balance. Blaster echoed out from across the city, faintly audible as his hearing returned. Difficult to tell the distance. He could see the Tower of Mandalore, as we-How did he know it's name? This was his fi-KILL THE REBELS.

"Right, focus. Clothes.", he muttered. There were corpses everywhere. He dragged a man off to the side, into an alley, and started stripping the man down. Some Mandalorian warrior. Rogo chuckled, then paused as he caught a reflection of himself in the dead mans visor. Feth, but he was old. Maybe that blast had done mor-KIL- "YES, I KNOW." There was a moment of silence, as he looked around the alley. Screaming like that was a bad idea. Bound to attract attention. He tugged off the dead warriors armor, settling for the stretchier underwear first. It sucked, having to use someone elses, but it was b-The armor didn't fit. Rogo cursed as he tried to fit into it. Too restrictive, even if he could make it work. He kicked the corpse in annoyance, then set out for the sounds of gunfire, picking his way from cover to cover, staying down and out of sight.

Where there was a fight, there were bodies. Where there were bodies, there was gear. They'd be there, too.... KILL THE REBELS.

 

[Commander Lusk]

#GoTeamRebels!

The droid had already recovered from the hit and was coming at the both of them in a fevered hurry. And right about now Rolland's main priority was to not let his teammate die at the hands of some coked out droid. Taking his pistol he didn't bother to reload it, there was no time for that. Taking it and throwing it at a high enough speed to cave in a normal man's face it would put a pretty big dent in the face of a droid at the least. After throwing the pistol Rolland lifted up his IAS and fired a hail of automatic slugs at the droids everything. A solid fifty rounds over the course of four seconds would prove to be something to the little man. If not he had stardust with him and her sabers could slice the tiny thing open with ease.

"I'm a little busy zero nine!!" lifting up his rifle he prepared himself to block in case the droid had managed to get through his attacks. Hopefully star could do something after the action from the droid had been resolved. @[member="Break"] @[member="stardust"]

 

[Fiore]

General Kaa's Fortress

@Everyone (introduction of the character - no action taken, no action can be taken against)

Far off in the distance, away from the chaos that was ensuing on the world a man stood alone for the time being. The wind swept through the alleys and he peered down, the metallic battle armor reflected the lights around him as he inhaled deeply. He could smell the battles the pending slaughter of the lambs that scoured the lands that lay resting under him and his face cracked into a grin. The landscape of Mandalore would burn under his fist and there would be no further resistance from the galaxy and she would finally have what she wanted.

He would be the one to give it to her, like he had given her everything else.​

Another sigh escaped his towering form while he stepped back from the building’s ledge. Every inch of his armor groaned as he moved across the rooftop. He had seen several battles and the armor cried out to remind him, despite this he continued to fight, and continued to give every ounce of his being to her cause. Wind swept across his face and his once gentle eyes closed, memories of a past so long ago echoed within his mind. He desired to sleep, but then he remembered his duty and the burning passion of the woman that tugged at his leash.

Her touch against his face replaced the wind and he regained his composure forgetting the Kwa he once was and the helmet quickly covered his face and the menacing face of General Kaa returned. Something caught his attention, a hand reached over the edge of the building and the gasps of struggle filled his ears. Heavy footsteps moved steadily across the way and he soon towered over the battered man who thougth this rooftop was abandoned. Kneeling down, exhaust escaped the battle suit and Kaa reached down and gripped the man’s collar.

A metallic and deep baritone voice echoed between laughs, “You thought you’d find safety here? You thought you could escape? I have brought Chaos to Mandalore Space and you like the others will not see the end of this hell”

Kaa moved his arm outward and held the man over the building, he paused only for a moment to take in the fear that filled the man and then that sudden realization and acceptance of his own death. Words filled the wind, the man would die a warrior like all foolish Mandalorians. One by one, fingers released the shirt and the rebel fell, never crying out, and never begging for mercy. A thud echoed and Kaa turned his back to the ledge and returned to the center.

Footsteps now ran along the rooftop and he recognized them, they were of a Kursed a slave to her. Its shape had been lost after the years of slavery and it spoke quickly, “General, many many rebels, we shall kill quick. Phobos has shown his ickle little face.” Kaa smirked, knowing his second son was hungry for the chaos. The creature thrived on it. “Good, its been a good start to destruction. Soon Mandalore shall be hers.”

Kaa looked out towards the distance once more and then moved towards the inner workings of the fortress to prepare. Despite the confidence he had in his armies, he knew there were those working carefully with in the rebellion. Narrowing his eyes he would crush them and lay their corpses in front of her as tribute. “Come now, we must prepare, Shingle”

 

[Break]

Break was quick enough to dodge the pistol however the bullets were another matter he would try to deflect the larger amount with his vibroblade but the sword wouldnt take the punishment after deflecting some well placed shots the sword broke in two. A final shot whizzed past the tip of the broken blade skimming the top of his helmet. a crack down the internal screen blacked out his vision he landed blindly with a thud dropping the blade and removing his helmet Break raised his arm and loosed a well aimed sonic blast right at @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"] .

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

In the tunnels, moving away,
having an emo moment
@[member="Tegaea Alcori"]

Siobhan averted her eyes from Melantha and the group when she suddenly felt something. Or rather someone. A presence very familiar to her. At first she, despite grim situation, allowed herself a smile as she realised who she was sensing. Tegaea. She was...alive.

Somewhere out there. She had been so foolish to doubt to her. She had to go, she had to find her, regardless of what Melantha or anyone else said. But her face twisted into a grimace as the sensation intensified. It was Tegaea she sensed but she was different. Twisted, malevolent. Like her.

Melantha had not explained what being Kursed meant, but Siobhan did not need an explanation after the sight she now beheld in her mind. She felt sickened, more than that she was paralysed, it seemed the walls were closing on her. She had failed. Completely and utterly failed. Her flesh hand trembled strongly, it was good that she was still wearing a helmet because it meant she did not have to wash away angry tears so that no one would see.

No, her breathing was heavy, it felt like she was suffocating before she finally tore herself away, feeling hollow and dead inside. Disregarding anyone else, even before she was conscious of the fact that quick, insistent strides were taking her out of the hall they were in, probably out of the tunnels as well as she moved as if on autopilot...towards wherever she could sense Tegaea. Doubtless on a death charge to get killed. But the truth was no one else mattered to her like this. Nor did she matter to herself now. With each passing moment those strides became faster.

If anyone tried to stop her. Well, suffice to say it would end badly for them. Because in the end Siobhan did not really care about the salvation of the Galaxy, freedom, or anyone in the tunnels that much. Compared to Tegaea...it was no exaggeration to say that no one on the planet mattered to her.

 

[Ordo]

GROUP TWOOOOOO in da streets!

@the mess

Ordo didn't know why things had gotten to this but he did know he was not going to take anyone coming to his home and causing chaos without a bloody fight.

He held his Mando Ripper and beskad feeling like a big ugly male version of @[member="Kila Cadau"]. He could hear the screams in the steeets and he knew auetise must have been there. Mando women sounded far different wwhen they raised their voices and usually someone else screamed when they were done.

Ordo pressed himself against the wall of a back alley. He was going to fight with or without backup and whoever the feth had come was going to pay for every centimeter they gained with pounds of flesh....

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Commander Lusk]

This was not good, a good wave of sound was headed their way and Rolland needed to get out of there and in a hurry. "Move Nine!!" grabbing the girl he threw her through the already shattered window and into the safety of a building. Rolland however would not have enough time to follow through with an attack so he would have to block it the best way he could. Reaching into his vest he grabbed a thermal and threw it onto the ground. Moving back a few feet as far as he could it went off and disrupted the wave of sound headed towards if with its concussive force. However that force sent Rolland flying backwards, though being over four hundred pounds helped in making sure he wasn't team rocketing it into the stars.

Taking a moment to gather himself Rolland banged his helmet to clear the static from his HUD. With a slight groan he stood up and loaded a fresh magazine into the clip of his rifle. The processor was fried in it but he could still fire the thing. Lifting it up he aimed the weapon down range and fired twenty well aimed armor piercing slugs at the droid. He would make sure his team got out of whatever the hell was going down here. As he fired and moved up Rolland jumped into cover of a nearby building to be able to build a defense against the pistol. He would need to take that out if he had a chance

@[member="Break"] @[member="stardust"]

 

[Break]

Break was not pleased he would have to wait 45 seconds to be able to fire another one of those, he was far enough away to be only slightly affected by the blast a few rocks bouncing off his armor... He switched arms his plasma canon would have to do this time but just to be safe, he reached into his bag. He pulled out a T082 grenade out and threw it at the building where Roland was hiding. The gas spewed from the cannister with alarming speed. If it wouldn't choke his opponent out it would certainly blind him while Break had thermo sensors to aide himself. Break charged a plasma shot for a second idea...ignite the gas and burn the mother fether out... @[member="Rolland CZ M1 002"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

REBELS-TUNNELS HEADING TO FIND A PERCH
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"]
Aedan Miles stood there listening as many familiar presences filled his mind and he bit back a snarl shaking his head he looked around and sighed touching the lightsabers that hung from his belt and back he looked down at his hands as he started to let his mind wander over the things he had done and times he had failed chuckling to himself the young man held his hand up and clenched it into a fist. He looked towards the group talking and then around slowly letting out a soft sigh he finally spoke up. "Yea I will fight for you to not sure how much help I will be on the ground but I am gonna go find a perch somewhere." He gestured to the sniper rifle hanging from his back and turned making his way towards a tunnel entrance his Iron Skin moving smoothly with his form. As he moves out he sees Siobhan moving and he sighs sensing something was wrong and not even needing the force to do it he jogged after her swiftly catching up to her he smirks and glances at her muttering quietly. "You look like someone about to do something slightly idiotic and I am gonna play tag along better then sitting around here doing nothing." After speaking he swiftly side steps a bit out of her immediate reach hoping she wouldn't just hit him that she would actually let him tag along.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Aedan Miles"], @[member="Tegaea Alcori"]
Out of the tunnels, flying on a death charge. Sanity level needs a parachute!

Siobhan did not even bother turn to face the man who apparently wanted to folow her. Her mind was on something, utterly focused on that. Nothing, no one else on this planet, or in this Galaxy for that matter, mattered to her. "Go back. Don't follow me," she said very coldly, her voice as icy and frigid as Hoth.

This was between her and Tegaea alone. No one else should interfere.

Thing was...she had no idea what she would do....what she could do.

But instead of thinking about that, instead of thinking about all the ways how this was stupid, now that she had reached the end of the tunnel and could see the dark sky ahead, she acted. The ground shook as she surged upward with a powerful leap, lifting herself into the air as she levitated. She rapidly gained in altitude as shot up, until she was just a spec in the sky for anyone on the ground. Speed increasing with every moment she shot through the sky.

 

[Aedan Miles]

REBELS
TO THE TOWER sense he was told to bug off.

Aedan looks after her and slowly shakes his head as he looks around noticing a tower in the distance the young man shrugged to himself before he looked around and took a deep breath channeling the force into himself he suddenly broke into a force assisted sprint his eyes gleaming darkly as he used the force to yank the saber staff from his back to his hands holding it out behind him with his right hand as he suddenly starts to alternate between leaping and running making his way directly to the tower ready to get into some action maybe even see what was going on with Syn.
@[member="Syn"] @[member="HK-36"] @EVERYONE at the tower.

 

[Commander Lusk]

Gear, augmentation, and training these things were some of the staples that kept the czars on top. The gas literally did nothing to the czar due to the air filtration system and the twenty minutes of oxygen that the suit supplied. Plus the augmentations to his eyes allowed him to see through the smoke and make out the droid. Grabbing a grenade from his chest Rolland cooked it then chucked it at the droid, it didn't have enough time to be thrown back so it would explode on contact. But it was time to follow up, Rolland's Intellegence package made him aware he was surrounded in flamable gas, it was time to move. Looking to a nearby staircase Rolland moved upwards and out of the gas before it exploded from the plasma.

Now on the second floor Rolland had all the tricks the droid had and he would outsmart the creation. Taking his rifle Rolland fired shots outside of the windows of the building without exposing his muzzle or the flash that came with it. The only things the droid would see are were the armor pericing rounds headed towards his face. Though knowing the make of HRDs he would be able to track the sound so he would have to move fairly quickly @[member="stardust"] @[member="Break"]

 

[Janus Rogo]

Rogo, carefully, quietly picking his way through the debris encrusted streets cursed once more. The few relatively intact corpses around couldn't be trusted. Mandalorians might've booby trapped them. Or the other Mercs, or the Rebels KILL THE REBELS. Yeah, but how? He'd need weapons, or a surprise. He couldn't charge that cluster in the street. Too likely he'd get eyeballed, then shot before he could close. He was decent enough in hand-to-hand to survive, yeah, but he'd have to get into that range, first. Too risky. Find some stragglers. Isolate and go after them alone.

There.... A man, a large man, wearing Mandalorian armor, clutching a massive pistol, a Mandalorian Ripper it looked like... Hard to tell who he was with, from this far, too. Better get him closer. Provoke the big bull a little.... The mercenary stepped out of a side alley, some ten meters away from the huge man.

He turned, presenting his barely covered rear, then started shaking it, yelling in a mocking voice.

"MANDALOOOORE SUUUUUCKS.", was his war cry. He turned, laughing, as he ducked back into the alley. "JUST LIKE YOOOOU."

He glanced around, waiting a few seconds, listening for his prey. This was a terrible idea....

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

REBEL - TUNNELS
@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

"Kerrigan!" she yelled as the woman retreated back the way she had come, a deathly expression on her face. Mia wasn't about to stand in her way, she had brains enough to put that under her 'bad ideas' list, especially with the look that had been on her face. "Damn it." she muttered as she disappeared out of sight. Stay alive, Kerrigan, we might need you on this.

@Melantha and everyone else in the tunnels.

She turned her attention back to the others. "I don't care what they are. I want to know how we tell them apart from people on our side, and I want to know what our tactical situation is. How many are there, how many of us are there? You want my help? You've got it, but we can't do anything going into this blind." The situation was wrong, uncomfortable even, but she preferred to stay in the dark, believing more answers would only serve to bring more questions. This was a situation that called to questions only. Where is my enemy, and how do I kill him?

 

[Anya Venari]

Rebels - Underground Tunnels

Melantha watched as the group went to and fro. Some coming, some going, some doing nothing.
"The Kursed are the fallen, the ones that She has corrupted. They are her servants, her puppets. Even in this room I suspect there are traitors and faithless cowards...time has taught me that the treason of Akala is more powerful than her minions."
She had done all she could do for now. Now it was time to meet the leader of it all. The final hope. Irony that it was a Mandalorian who was the final hope for the galaxy.

She raised a hand to her ear, her delicate, pointed ear, and touched the button of the communicator nestled there.
"Mandalore, the volunteers are prepared in the warehouse." That was all. A simple message...but one which might set in train great things.

 

[Kira Talith]

Rebels - Underground Tunnels
OBJECTIVE: Following blue lady!


"Hey.. hey!! Wait!" Kira cried out, although she wasn't sure if she was talking to Siobhan or to the wandering cryptic blue lady who didn't answer her questions. Before she knew it, Siobhan had already left. There was no slowing down the former Exarch once she had set her mind to do something.

"Beans!" she uttered out from her lips, only to turn towards @[member="Melantha"] at her explanation. They were now walking.. and talking. Well more like Kira was trying to catch up. She had little legs. "Akala? Puppets? ... " Kira repeated only to give a sigh.

"There is always someone new trying to take over the Galaxy...." she glowered, " One way or another... puppets still remind me of OMNI." her expression darkened, and she gave chase, again.

"HEY! Wait up!" she gave a little huff, "Mandalore? You mean Skirata?"

 

[Phantom]

Standing in a shattered doorway leading to the streets, Phantom stuck in the shadows watching the thunder ahead. He could hear the explosions and battles raging on around him.

It LOOKED like Mandalore...but didn't feel like Mandalore. The smell of decay and death surrounded him and he was in the middle of something he didn't understand, even with his knowledge of Factions and Galactic History.

He pulled his Force 4 blaster from his thigh holster and held it high, looking out across the street for a sign of life. Under his mask adorning his face, his eyes were sharp and ready.

Phantom had dedicated the last few years in devoting his life to acting as a weapon for hire to cut away anything that stood in the way of progression for the galaxy to those who could pay well. Jedi, Slicers, Bounty Hunters, Politicians...any problem that someone needed removed or taken away, he sought the means to do it.

But this was something bigger than a personal vendetta; this looked like war.