An Army of Clay, Flesh and Bone

[Djorn Bline]

Finally, time to fill my thrill

Canal ran as fast a h could when Preliant ordered them to. He saw Preliant easily tan down a Sith in a brutal way. Hmm, what an idiot that Sith was. He wondered what the neck Preliant's hand signal was. Even he didn't know he resume back to killing the hostile soldiers. He ran and countered a soldier who was about to hit Canal in the head with a rifle. Canal just ducked and hit the soldier in the gut with hi right shoulder. The soldier put his chest on Canal's back when he received the blow from him. Canal stood up straight and also flipped the soldier who was on top of him off of him. He pivoted with his both feet and aimed downward his rifle to the soldier and fired two shots at his head. He pivoted again and fired at two soldiers who were coming at him and eventually killed them. He waited for the other warriors to come before advancing any further.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

@[member="Darth Shara"] | @[member="Vaelokin"] | @[member="Darth Vindica"] | @[member="Miarta"] | @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] | @[member="Tiiona"] | @[member="Darth Vornskr"] | @[member="Preliat Mantis"] | @[member="Isabet Kote"] | @[member="CC-117 Canal"]

A gust of wind sent tendrils of black hair dancing in the air, revealing the alabaster skin of the Eye of the Dark Lord. Pupiless eyes listlessly bore their gaze over the cliff's edge, the hologram in her hand softly glowing a dull citrine hue.

It was then that Isolda swiveled her gaze to the south, the area from whence they came. Images went rolling through the oracle's mind, and a wolfish smile crept over her lips. Her voice erupted from her delicate throat, distant and heavily accented, an echo of the immense power granted to her by the Dark Lord.

She cocked her head to one side as if listening to something. She blinked once over those obsidian eyes then looked up at Darth Shara.

"G͟o,̛ t͜o͏ y̡o̢ur ͡d͏es̶t͢iny,"͡ ͘!͢ she told Shara, along with the other One Sith, a statement of the Eye that emphasized the battle he would soon rage against that of the Mandalorians. The Darths were an equal body under the Dark Lord, save that of the apprentices, when they would finally receive their Darth title along with the Dark Mark. Her words were not orders, but mere prophecy, in guidance of His Will and Glory for the Vision of a new galaxy.

"Dest̵r̶o̷y them. ҉ ҉Le͡t͢ the͘i͠r͠ bloo̸d ́b̶è a͘ ̴sa͘c̸r͝i̧fi̴c̢e͢ ̛to̸ t҉h͟e Dark L̴oŕd."͢

 

[J3C0]

(Just a heads up guys, The One Sith do not have soldiers, like at all. What you would find at the Campsite would be Sith Acolytes and apprentices.)
Shara let out a hard, loud chuckle. His smile widened and the skin around his eyes seemed to tighten slightly as the voice spoke. He of course had seen the arrival of the Mandalorians, spaceships falling from the sky were hard to miss. He had been aching to fight them, aching to go back and rip them to shreds one by one. The grin on his face widened even more as the Eye gave him “permission”. They were actually equals of course, but he had been charged with protecting her by the Great Lord himself, not that she gave him leave...

Well a lot of Mandalorians would be dying soon.

Quickly he picked Isolda off of his shoulder, gently setting her on the ground before him and pointing to two random nondescript Sith Lords. His voice became a growl. “Protect her brothers.”

The other men nodded at him, and then the massive Maelibus turned about. His hulking figure seemed to shift slightly within the darkness of night, and then he took off in a run. He seemed to become a blur as she rushed back towards the logistics camp, every footsteps sounded like cracking stone. Tree's were felled In his wake, plants entirely destroyed, and boulders turned to dust.

He was not a subtle creature, but then again neither were the Mandalorians.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra shut her eyes as the blade came down and her muscles didnt respond to stop it, only to hear the crackling of energy from Miarta's blade on his, sparing no time she ripped away from her invisble bonds and used what energy she had left built up and sent it straight at @[member="Vaelokin"] after moving so that @[member="Miarta"] was not hit as well. Once done her blades returned to her hands and were reignited, sparing but a single glance at Kain for a moment before staring straight at Valeokin and holding her blade at the ready.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Darth Shara"] | @[member="Vaelokin"] | @[member="Darth Vindica"] | @[member="Miarta"] | @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] | @[member="Tiiona"] | @[member="Darth Vornskr"] | @[member="Preliat Mantis"] | @[member="Isabet Kote"] | @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Darth Isolda"]

Ordo had been hunting the Sith for some time after Dromund Kaas. His recent trip to Gratos had not turned up the Sith lord he had hoped for but this time he hoped for better results. The intel from Isley accompanied buy the report from Preliat said they had hit a small jackpot.

Ordo streaked to the surface and touched down and started moving. He wasn't apart of Preliat's landing party but he would rendezvous soon but first he hunt. Ordo was a Mandalorian Field Marshal and a match for any Sith Master and today he planned on downing a few.

"One sith, two sith, red sith, blue sith" he said as he started jogging from his drop ship toward the movement he registered on descent. "Ordo's coming for you."

 

[Mason Ordo]

@[member="Ordo"]
Mason Ordo had learned much from his mentor but this would be his first larger scale skirmish. The lean, muscular mandolorian in his armor yelled in his comm system in his helmet " I got your back vod ! May the manda smile at us !" the zabrack then used his explosive athletic power to brutally tackle a sith acolyte. Next, Mason had put this puny force being into a headlock to slowly squeeze ,and kill the sith bastard. Ordo may not be able to see the former galactic wrestler's smile ,but it sure was there. Today , Ordo would see how much his student has grown since the spare.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Canal was heading deeper into the camp when he was confronted by a sith apprentice. The sith did a force push to Canal but, unfortunately for him, Canal stayed where he was standing. It was funny that the Sith was confused because he didn't know that Canal was Vong-shaped and not like the other Mandolorians. Canal then got his shotgun and fired one round at the Sith's right knee. The Sith collapsed to the ground and yelled in agony and pain and was crying since he was about to meet his fate. "Shut up!!!!" Canal yelled and shot the boy's head with his shotgun. He faced another apprentice who held his lightsaber upward vertically and held it above his head. When the apprentice striked his wrist was by Canal who went forward and quickly caught it before it hit Canal. He then squeezed the Sith's wrist which made him let go of the saber, then Canal, still grabbing the hostile's wrist turned around facing his back to the Sith and flipped him over Canal by pulling him over hisright shoulder. He then grabbed his shotgun and hit the apprentice's throat with the butt of his gun which led him to death. "Is this what you have for us in stock?!!!" Canal yelled as he wasn't thrilled for killing noobs who don't know anything about combat.

@[member=Ordo] @[member=Preliat Mantis] @[member=Mason Ordo] @[member=Isabet Kote] @[member=Darth Shara] @[member=Darth Isolda] @[member=Vaelokin] @[member=Darth Vindica] @[member=Tiiona] @[member=Alexandra Cinthra]

 

[Darth Veles]

One of the Sith following @[member="Darth Shara"] removed his hood, revealing a large domed head with two big bulbous eyes. His appearance among the Sith around him was an uncommon one, as the Mon Calamari species has usually been associated with the Republic and their Jedi Order. This stereotype often helped him during his missions, as people found it easy to trust the amphibious alien since his species was regarded for its peaceful nature and greatly suffered at the hands of the Sith. Avreet cared little though; his family had enjoyed good life for supporting the Sith Empire, more so that they produced a future member of the Sith Order. A true Imperial as his parents, Avreet believed the Sith would bring order to the galaxy. Despite his youth of twenty, he was a trained assassin, veteran of several Sith campaigns, educated by several Sith Masters how to control the Force. A true Sith, just like his beloved Master.

The tattoo under his left shoulder burned almost as much as in the day Darth Veles was born. The Mon Cal Sith clenched his right hand into a fist, still adjusting to the cybernetic. Although one would be unable to tell a difference between his original hand and this artificial replacement, Darth Veles couldn’t help but feel a strange sensation of loss. In combination with his enhanced muscles and reinforced skeleton, the hand would be able to punch holes through armor, tearing through it with little to no effort. That particular thing, Avreet liked. What he disliked was the fact he had to, embarrassingly; learn how to swim with a cybernetic hand. But just as he had adjusted to the cybernetic eye, he would turn the slight disadvantage to an advantage.

The assassin’s amber eyes fell upon the beautiful woman who had given him the tattoo and made him one of them. Her beauty could rival that of Master Volitu, now known as Darth Zarrah. Avreet held @[member="Darth Isolda"] as high as his Master, thus the Mon Calamari would do his best not to fail her or any of his fellow One Sith. When Darth Shara turned and rushed to greet the Mandalorians who have decided to join the party, Avreet followed. His strides long and powerful as his muscular legs started moving, the cybernetically enhanced muscle combined with hard training and Force speed, he could almost match the imposing Darth’s sprinting speed. The fact that the massive Maelibus literally created a way for those who followed him certainly helped.

Wind gushed around him, yet he did not allow it to take his cloak. It had its uses in combat. Avreet’s face remained expressionless even as he heard the shots carried to his ears from the distance. As he ran, the Mon Calamari briefly focused on his own Force presence, extinguishing it and simply disappearing from the currents of the Force, making himself impossible to be felt through the Force. That was not all though; he bent the light around himself as he had done thousands of times before. He did not completely disappear though, merely cloaking his arms and twin lightsabers that flew into his hands and replacing them with a projection of his arms holding no weapons. Being an experienced assassin, the amphibian also bent the sound waves, making his steps and lightsabers silent. The Mandalorians may have been experienced warriors, but also greatly exaggerated. Powerful enough to kill children barely old enough to properly handle lightsabers, how would they fare when facing a true Sith?

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet jogged down the ramp of the drop ship, her heart racing as she stepped out onto the planet surface. An attacker immediately made themselves know, a young apprentice using his initiative, it was a shame he didn't have any brains to go along with it. Isabet pulled the pistol from her hip, cocking the hammer back as the apprentice ran toward her. It was like he didn't even see the gun, running blindly toward her screeching what could only be some form of battle cry. As he drew nearer, Isabet took a step forward, her fingers curled around his throat. With a swift movement, the apprentice's head smashed against the side of the drop ship. A small smile made itself apparent, though Isabet was the only one who could see it.

The barrel of her pistol found the fleshy prison that was the sith apprentice's head. Her finger squeezed the trigger, a loud bang amidst the battle noises echoed through her ears. The Sith apprentice sank to the floor, brains splattered all over the side of the drop ship as his limbs relaxed. She watched the life slip away for less then a moment, not daring to distract herself now she was out of the ship. Her fingers flex as she swung her gun around her chest, clutching it tightly. Now was the time to show them, she could play with the big boys.

@Ordo @Preliat Mantis @Mason Ordo @Isabet Kote @Darth Shara @Darth Isolda @Vaelokin @Darth Vindica @Tiiona @Alexandra Cinthra

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@Ordo @Preliat Mantis @Mason Ordo @Isabet Kote @Darth Shara @Darth Isolda @Vaelokin @Darth Vindica @Tiiona @Alexandra Cinthra @[member="Darth Veles"] @[member="Mason Ordo"] @[member="Darth Veles"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"]



Preliat felt the impact of the imposing Sith coming to them. He dropped the apprentice that he had ran through with his Beskad, before narrowing his eyes. He turned to his brothers, his fingers pointing towards Darth Shara, before his arm went vertical and moved up and down. Target identified, and engage. Preliat narrowed his eyes at the large Demon-like creature. He was fast, and moving very fast. But was he fast enough to outrun fire? Jetpacking upwards to face the Sith, Preliat launched himself several meters in front of the creature, and from his wrist, a jettison of flames was released. He swayed it from side to side, the large swath of napalm spreading doom and gloom to whomever it would touch. It would be wise for Shara to shift his path.




"You picked a bad time to be a Sith. We'll crush you like we did your capital."

 

[Ordo]

ORDO KILL SQUAD 1[member="Mason Ordo"] @[member="Isabet Kote"]

TARGETS: @[member="Darth Veles"] @[member="Darth Isolda"]

OBJECTIVE: HUG THE SITH TO DEATH

Ordo lifted his Fragstorm barrel and smiled as a saber jockey wanna be rushed at him. The flash from his weapon burst forth and the scatter shot quickly spread. The Sith dikut swung his overzealous glow rod thinking it would help as the shot blew him from his feet and sent him wherever aruetise go when they die.

"YOU AND YOU" Ordo said to the two young Mando'ade "with me!"

Ordo began to move quickly toward Darth seafood and eventually lil miss Darth 'not tristan's lover'. It was about time they took the fight to the Sithspawn.

 

[Isabet Denko]

She heard the call and began to make her way over to the voice. The various sith apprentices in her way seemed to ignore her for the most part, too busy with their own personal battles. The ambience of the battle field was incredible and Isabet had to say it settled very well with her. There was something about the deafening bangs emitting from the guns and the blood curdling screams of the dying that just did it for Isabet. Another opponent made their way to her side. With a flourish she pulled her baskad from it's sheath, swinging it to crash with the Sith Apprentice's own blade. The sharp sound of crafted metal scraping against itself filled her ears, blocking out the other sounds.

Isabet kicked her foot out toward the apprentice's chest. The heavy boot met with their ribs, cracking them as he stumbled backward. She took the chance, stepping forward and swinging the blade toward his torso. The silver metal bit into his flesh, a spray of warm blood pattering against Isabet's beskar'gam. It was invigorating and she grunted heavily as she ripped the blade from the apprentice's torso. She kept herself on high alert as she finally found her way to Ordo's side. She was prepared for a long and epic battle with her vod.

@[member="Ordo"] @Mason Ordo @Darth Veles @Darth Isolda

 

[Djorn Bline]

Canal was getting bored after just killing Siths that fight like new cadets. He saw Preliat signaling to his brothers pointing to demon like creature. "What in nine hells is that?" Canal ran to the creature's position and saw Preliat throwing some flames at the sith. This looks like a sith knight or what, not like the apprentices that he was facing. "You think you can use two more hands for this?" Canal called out to Preliat and started shooting at the sith with his rifle. This was going to be a piece of cake since the sith was facing a bred Mandolorians warrior and a commando who received Mandolorians training as well.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Darth Shara"]

 

[Strider Garon]

Ordo Kill Squad: @Ordohttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1367-ordo/ @Mason Ordo @[member="Isabet Kote"]
Targets: @Darth Veles @Darth Isolda

Strider Garon took up rear guard for Field Marshal Ordo and his squad as he made aggressive advance towards the sith. "OYA MANDA!" The hound roared his encouragement. His old legs keeping up with the young pups while they bounded like a wolf pack to rip into their enemy, his EE-3 carbine at the ready. This was a bold move by the Mandalorians, high expenses were paid to get the intel they needed upon sith movement and finally it had paid out. A toll will be paid in blood here today, on both sides but that was a price that the mandalorians were willing to pay to keep the sith down. Proactive defense, take out a potential threat before it became a true threat. And Strider wasn't against kicking a man while they were down.....

Spoiler

Weapons/Armor list:
Beskargam: Full body armor
Crushgaunts
Beskad: falchion style
hunting knife
DE-10 blaster pistol
EE-3 Carbine
Left wrist flame thrower
right wrist rocket launcher: Flechette rounds
Micro-dart launchers in 2 in each kneepad: knockout darts
Bandolier of assorted grenades: 2 Thermal dets, 3 Frag grenades, 1 concussion
Jetpack with rocket launcher

 

[J3C0]

Shara let out a deep rumbling laugh as he charged the Mandalorian. Flames spewed towards him, but he payed them no mind as they flew towards his face. His left hand shot up, the force pressing forward and pushing against the liquid fire. Almost immediately the flames seemed to avoid Shara, dancing around him as the force bent the heat away from him and in direction all around.

The almost three meter tall Sith Lord did not stop his forward motion however, he dashed forward in the flames, pushing the fire away from himself with the force and charging towards the flying Mandalorians. With his hand up he drew his lightsaber as he sensed danger.

The huge blade ignited a deep sanguine red, batting away bolts from the other Mandalorian as he rushed towards the first.

Suddenly with a massive pulse of his legs Shara sprung upwards from the ground, his massive form blurring slightly as he reached towards Preliat's leg with his massive clawed hand, aiming to grab the Mandalorian and hurl him to the ground.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat rolled onto his side, to reduce the impact of the Sith slamming him into the ground. He wasn't high enough to damage his armor, or risk serious injury other than slight pain with his heavy Ori'ramikad armor. He groaned for a moment, but turned over, while the Sith held onto his leg. He was not a man who wasted time, especially in combat. The flamethrower, again, activated. Napalm-induced flames sprang forth from the Mandalorian's gauntlet, right into the Sith's face.

"I fought more dangerous Sith at Dromund Kaas, you whelp."

 

[Darth Isolda]

@[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Darth Shara"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Isabet Kote"] @Ordo @[member="Darth Veles"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] -- All One Sith fighting the Mandalorians.

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Darth Isolda slipped the holocron into a protective pouch, placing it at her hip. This would wait, for now.

As the One Sith excavation team went lunging towards the Mandalorian threat, Isolda slowly made her way towards them. Pitch black eyes surveyed the scene with distance between her and that of the actual fight. Visions swept through her mind, probabilities, and battle coordinations, the farseeing capabilities of the Oracle allowing her to channel those movements of the opposition, and transfer them to the Darth's and apprentices fighting the Mandalorians.

For this reason, the One Sith would have an edge of advantage, for while time was ever flowing, even just a second of heightened probability on the actions and direction the enemy would pursue would give the One Sith the knowledge on what to counter with.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

"You know it would be quite a sight if we actually got this done. I wonder what the dark lord would say?" The thought was interrupted as Balaya rose from her position, more kneeling with the dark'chyld blade while she made sure her was secured. All plates in the proper place and she moved. drifting around while the sounds of fighting in the distance reached her awareness, the sounds and senses of others coming to fight them was more then enough to rile her up. She was enjoying it, that thrill while the saber was speaking more and she moved off. Not activating it just yet but looking forward to who she would find.

 

[Darth Veles]

Seeing the Mandalorians, the Mon Calamari continued his run until @[member="Darth Shara"] started his fight against the enemies. Stopping once the Darth was behind him and focusing on the Force, the amphibious Sith raised his left hand and produced a sudden flash of unnatural blinding light, similar to a flashbang. This power, also known as Force flash, not only blinded enemies, it also messed up their electronics, meaning that the various vision modes and communication devices in the armor of the Mandalorians would not work for a while. Darth Veles continued using the Force though, becoming transparent until disappearing completely just as a projection was created where he stood, a perfect clone of himself. With his lightsabers and movement completely silenced, the assassin dashed to the left while his projection did the same move, only choosing the right side. This, in combination with the previous Force power, should confuse his opponents to go for the opponent they could see and most importantly, turn to the projection in an attempt to shoot it, while the invisible assassin attempted to get into their backs.

Picking a female Mandalorian, @[member="Isabet Kote"], Avreet closed their distance with a lightning speed thanks to his enhanced muscles and the Force, intending to fight her while also making her a barrier; by keeping her and the Mandalorians with her in one line, they would not be able to attack him due to her being in the way. With the momentum gained from the run, he thrusted both of his arms towards her, the twin lightsabers aiming to impale the woman. His right hand attempted to place its lightsaber into her throat, as the Mon Calamari guessed that part of her armor was not protected enough, while the other hand went for her stomach. If the woman tried to grab him or do any sort of physical contact with his body, the Mon Cal would quickly jog a few steps backwards, retracting his lightsabers.

@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Ordo"]

 

[Darth Naomi]

Speeding on the bike Tiiona would open a holographic display and acquire some sensor information from the fleet in orbit. The Mandalorian force was surprisingly small, only a handful of Corvettes. The deceptive sense of overwhelming force these smallest of capital ships had over the whole Migrant fleet of the Vahl would be short lived as every other vessel attempting to approach the planet would be shot down and deaths of tens of Mandalorian warriors would be marked by another bright light in the sky. The young Sith had heard of the courage and valor of these proud people, but this looked more like a suicide run to her. Still speeding, she would focus on the planet in the display, where she would see the lucky two ships that made it through fire and death landing at the camp she just left. "...Crap" She would stop, in an impressive show of driving skill, which nobody saw, turning the speeder around. Her ride was in that base