An Army of Clay, Flesh and Bone

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr's head angled towards where the Mandalorians encroached on the Eye's position, and his scowl deepened. "Forget them, we have more important matters to attend to." Then, without another word, he leaped into the air to land on top of the nearby ridge, and accelerated with the Force towards where Shara and Veles fought against the rampant Mandalorians. They sped into view quickly enough, and Vornskr altered his course to flank behind the Mandalorians in a small-scale pincer maneuver, and with both hands free he unleashed his attack upon them. It started as a green haze that surrounded the Sith Lord's being, and then snaked outward as incorporeal tendrils of life-draining fog, and they began to creep upon the Mandalorians with ferocious speed. If they hit their target correctly they would begin to drain the Mandalorians affected of vitality, and transfer them to Vornskr would would in turn transfer that extra energy into any One Sith who required it. "Foolish little Mandalorians, putting your noses where they do not belong. You will regret your decisions this day."

@[member="Darth Isolda"] @[member="Darth Shara"] @[member="Darth Veles"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Isabet Kote"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Mason Ordo"]

 

[J3C0]

The Fire washed over Shara like a bath, and he took them in. The flames singed and burned his skin, biting and eating at his flesh, his death only prevented by the small layer of the force surrounding his head. He smiled slightly as the heat touched his eyes, a slight burning sensation hitting them. When the flames ceased Shara simply stood looking down at the tiny Mandalorian, his face was a maw of burned thick armor plates of skin, his eyes had taken on a strange scarred look, and his lips were all but gone.

He relished the pain, survived in it, thrived in it.

“I doubt that.” His words were like a falling mountain, and then his grip tightened around the mans leg. Claws dug into armor, and Shara used his massive strength to pick up the Mandalorian with one arm. He swung the man against a nearby tree-trunk, or attempted to intending to smash the jetpack into bits and and break the man through sheer kinetic force, while still holding onto him.

Oh how he had missed this.
@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet had blinked, and suddenly she was facing another opponent. This one looked vastly stronger then the others that had previously attacked. The sabers were a blur of light as he attacked. Isabet managed to throw herself to the side, the saber aiming for her neck narrowly missed it. She felt the material protecting her skin seer and the flesh underneath heat up. Her heart skipped a beat, that was a close one. The second saber came for her stomach, which Isabet managed to deflect with her beskad. The forged metal hissed as the blood decorating it came into contact with the glowing weapon. She took a step back as the saber bounced from her sword and she sized up her opponent. It took less then a minute before Isabet had closed the distance between their bodies again. She drew her pistol out from her holster, firing off a few close range shots.


@[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Darth Shara"]


As soon as Preliat was launched into the air, he smiled beneath his helmet. The Sith could probably feel the 'got you' moment creeping up. He waited until he was sideways, before activating his jetpack, with Shara still holding onto his arm-sideways. The ensuing reaction would probably either spin the Sith master around and free Preliat from his grasp, or dislocate the Sith's arm from it's socket, or even tear it off. Not exactly a position that the Sith would like to remain in. No matter how hard the Sith's claws dug into his beskar'gam, he wouldn't break it so easily and with so little effort. If a lightsaber couldn't cut through it, natural claws weren't exactly a concern to the Mandalorian either.

Preliat didn't seem deterred by the nature of the Sith, he had fought them before and knew of their resilience to pain, but this was something entirely different. However, with that much napalm scorching him, Preliat was not exactly worried. Preliat drew his beskad from his back, swinging at the Sith, further encouraging the Sith to let him go. If he did, Preliat would go shooting away, in a beeline maneuver.

@[member="Darth Shara"]

 

[J3C0]

Shara did not let go, nor did he have his arm dislocated or his grip twisted free. His claws were like iron, and while they did not pierce through the Mandalorian iron they held firm. This was a tactic long used by the Maelibus on Iego, they would dig beneath the ground and lure their prey in, then at the last second they would reach up and drag their prey beneath the ground of the planet. This through thousands of years of evolution had given the Maelibus incredibly strong joints and muscles.

Of course even these augmented parts of him were not enough to withstand the full throttle of a Jetpack. Luckily for Shara however he was a Master of the Force, and that afforded him certain skills that the Mandalorian could not have foreseen. As soon as the small twitch of his eye caught the activation of the jetpack Shara reached forward with his other hand.

The massive lightsaber swung only for a second, though not towards the man. The blade bounced off the Mandalore Beskaad, then Shara sent it into the ground beneath them, carving a deep gash. Shara slipped one of his clawed feet into the gash, whirling himself about in a circle and dragging the now struggling Mandalorian and ignited Jetpack with him.

With a powerful toss he threw the Mandalorian, using the mans own Jetpack against him to send him flying into a nearby tree. For good measure as soon as he let go Shara let out a massive force push, tearing up soil, plants, and a few soldiers that stood in the way.
@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Darth Veles]

His Force cloak and clone disappeared as her blade touched his plasma weapon. There was no point in wasting energy at bending light around his entire body and creating a projection on the other side of the battlefield if she already knew it was just a trick. Although disappointed his attack did not succeed, the Mon Calamari Sith Knight still had several options to defeat the Mandalorian woman. A true warrior, it seemed, as she gave him no time to think, immediately going for him and firing with her gun. Both of Avreet's lightsabers worked to deflect the shots, his right cybernetic eye glaring at the barrel of the weapon to ensure success while his left eye remained fixed on the woman. None of the deflected shots were sent back to the Mandalorian though, Avreet had little to no knowledge of doing that particular technique.

Just as his adversary, Darth Veles also advanced towards his opponent. The lightsaber in his left hand continued deflecting shots as he did so, though the Darth's right arm remained motionless. The assassin created a perfect illusion of his entire right arm, projecting it as if it were his real arm, while the real arm vanished thanks to Force cloak. By doing this, Avreet made his right arm, including the lightsaber invisible and created a projection of that arm, faking its movements. Once close enough to @[member="Isabet Kote"], Avreet slashed at the weapon in an attempt to bring the tip of his left lightsaber close to the gun and destroy it, while the arm he had created by bending light firmly grasped the blade and made a motion to cut off the woman's hand holding the gun. The real, invisible arm did the same move as before. With the humming of the lightsaber silenced and the entire arm with the weapon invisible, Avreet jabbed towards the woman's neck.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Darth Vornskr"]

"Oh baby!" Ordo said as he felt the powerful presence approach. Ordo spun on his heels and saw the single Sith move to flank them. It was smart! Tactical even. Ordo pulled a frag grenade and drew on the force like Rekali taught him. He drew back his arm and primed the grenade before launching it with his force enhanced strength at the Sith Lord.

But wait! There's more...

Ordo was never one to fight sith half heartedly. 'CHUK CHUK' went his Fragstorm as he cocked the weapon and fired his jet pack. He sailed into the sky arcing toward the Shmexy Sith with his dirty hair. Ordo fired down as both he and the grenade aim for the Man-sith.

CHUK CHUK BAM! CHUK CHUK...

The Mandalorian was about to get some Sith lovin.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"Rekali, Field Marshal Ordo has engaged Sith forces. Sending coordinates."

"Acknowledged."

He'd felt something was wrong. Ordo had been the first student he'd raised to Knighthood since his own children, and the Force connected them to some extent. The little Tachyon-class light freighter changed course. Frowning, Ember pondered the Force. It would be some time before he could get there. Anything could happen in that time.

 

[Vaelokin]

Vaelokin watched as his species most powerful ability by far was ignored. These two females were quite obviously masters in a mental aspect. So he looked up into the sky and said, "Hail Hydra." He watched as @[member="Miarta"] blocked his blade after appearing from thin air. Vaelokin hadn't realized that being a Sith Pureblood granted you such abilities.

Vaelokin weaved the force in a shield around him and it acted as a buffer against the Force push. When he was hit he hopped a little off the ground to let the push's own momentum carry him backwards and slide when he landed. There was no retreating now.

In the moments that the knight looked away, vaelokin moved. His lightsaber remained in front of him as he charged. He spun around the pureblood, and sidestepped around the Knight and thrusted crimson to her midsection.

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Isabet Denko]

As an automatic reaction, Isabet threw her arm downward, causing a spray of bullets to be fired off into the ground. As they impacted debris and dirt flew up into the fighting couple's faces. She reeled backward, just in time to feel the deathly burn of the saber against her skin. The stench of searing flesh seeped out of her new wound. It stung like crazy and there was definitely going to be a scar, but there was no coppery scent. Thank Manda. This one was fast and very dangerous. The speed of her heart increased as the dirt settled back down to the ground, leaving them both covered in dust. A few wisps of smoke curled away from her wound. She fumbled with a small detonator clipped to her chest. Finally releasing it, Isabet took a few steps forward, lunging it directly at his chest.

@[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra watched as he sailed back and charged once more before spinning around @[member="Miarta"], she brought her blades across freely now that Kaine no longer inhibited her and knocked his blade aside in a parry that was sped up and strengthened by the force. This did not stop injury though as the blade scrapped her side as it passed by and burnt her side slightly. "Now, you pay." Her emotions began to pour out with the cut, she was pissed now that this man was proving to be a bigger pain in the ass than she had intended and as such let her fear, pain, agony, her memories of those pains, the pain of her scars, every bit of suffering bubble to the top with a bit of anger and she fed on it like a starving dog on his first meal in months. First came a force push right at his chest point blank at this range, followed up by a charge and two jabs at both legs before a left slash at this right arm and her right blade held in defense. And if he still decided it wasnt time to run, well she would attempt to grip his throat with the force by holding out her left hand after talking a quick bound back, slowly chocking the life out of him if possible and if not she would just caste him at the nearest rock. @[member="Vaelokin"]

 

[Vaelokin]

In actual fact they were not in close range. After his lightsaber left a wound in her and he felt her torrent of emotions, he fed on them. There was no hesitation on that point, and he continued forwards after scoring his hit. By the time he turned around, the force push unbalanced him based on their distances and by the time she was charging, he just backed up even more so that when her jabs came, they overextended and her momentum should have carried her forward and unbalanced her further.

The crimson beam flashed to either side of his body to deal with the lightsabers. His lightsaber delivered a quick but powerful underhanded reverse gripped parry and the moment it batted the first strike away, it came back around to jump the Knight's blade to the side just enough so that it grazed across the outside of his armoured leg.

He was always moving and wouldn't let himself stop. Her attempt at a choke was unhindered as he feinted to the side of her body that had the upraised arm and delivered an underhanded cut when it seized his throat completely. He could live without air for a while.

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr cut off his Force Drain right as the Mandalorian known as Ordo noticed his presence, and moved to intercept the Sith Lord. Conjuring a bubble of shimmering energy around his being as the Frag grenade came flying at him, only to bounce off the surface of the shield and explode while Vornskr remained relatively unharmed behind the protective bubble. The rounds unleashed by the Fragstorm the Mandalorian wielded suffered the same fate, but in order to constantly keep up this protection Vornskr had to remain absolutely stationary. After the warrior's third round Vornskr dispelled the shield and unleashed a torrent of Sith lightning at where he believed the Mandalorian was going to fly thanks to the slight precognition Isolda gifted him with her power, it's power lightning up the air and filling it with the stink of ozone. His lightsabers remained fastened securely at his hips, and he would only use them if he absolute had to.

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra did the same thing he had done to her before and spun, her right hand coming to bat away his saber before she sent her now lit left blade right at his own mid section, her speed and strength augmented highly by her emotions that she fed on as well as her training in doing such a act. She would not lose to this man, who was obviously of lesser training and experience than her for trying such foolish moves. Though his ability to resist skilled and charged force application was astounding as if he had been training for decades to become a Sith Knight on the level of those that were only a few hundred meters in the east. His physical abilities amazed her for being so obvious of a new apprentice... @[member="Vaelokin"]

 

[Darth Veles]

Frowning, the Mon Calamari had no time to do much the dust hiding his opponent from him. Obviously, he could have used his cybernetic eye and switch to heat vision, but the cloud of dust would have settled by then. Not worth it. He was pretty sure his attack had hit her though, despite not causing any serious injury worth of mentioning. Avreet now understood he had underestimated the Mandalorian, always thinking they were all superior weapons and armor with no actual skill. It mattered little though, as soon as the Sith ruled the galaxy again, he'd make sure Mandalorian culture and its followers would be wiped out. They were simply too dangerous, a big threat to peace and order.

As the dust settled, the Sith had the pleasure of seeing the woman's smoking wound. A few inches deeper and it would have killed her. Letting his real arm appear out of thin air as his projection faded away, he though of the next tactic to employ. His large amber eyes stared into her eyes, burning holes into her soul. Ultimately, his cybernetic orb picked a movement, noticing the woman took a detonator in her hands. Not only that, she closed the distance a bit. A suicide attack, maybe? Without any hesitation, the Mon Cal released his lightsaber in the right hand from four of his fingers, holding the weapon just in two while preparing to use the Force as the detonator was thrown at him. Telekinetically grabbing it and stopping it in the middle of its flight, the Sith assassin started to move it closer to the woman. Before he could successfully return it, the explosive went off. The explosion between the two combatants knocked Avreet off his feet and sent him a few metres back, the loosely held lightsaber parting with his hand. Landing on his back, the Sith quickly pulled himself together and jumped back on his feet.

The amphibian's ears were ringing and several bruises covered his body, his skin felt dry. A true Sith as him would not be stopped though, so after a brief scan of the area through the Force, he felt Master Volitu's familiar presence radiating from the lost lightsaber. Calling the weapon back to his right hand, Darth Veles slightly tilted his head to the right and pointed at the woman with his left lightsaber, the other lightsaber touching the ground next to his right foot as he awaited his opponent's next move.

@[member="Isabet Kote"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat cut off the jetpack with a quick verbal command, and felt the impact of the tree behind him. It crushed his jetpack, sparks sputtering and the metal curling inward. He grunted as he stood finally, throwing the dead weight of the jetpack off of his body. He stared up at the 9 foot tall Sith, before tilting his head upwards and spitting some blood out from his mouth. No matter what, this was Preliat's mission, and he'd be damned if some monstrous Sith tried to take him out of it so soon. Preliat swung his beskad around, before gripping it tightly in his right hand, his left hand taking up a defensive hand-to-hand stance. His crushgaunts would come in handy against this wounded Sith. He groaned in pain for a moment, his body straightening and then he slowly stood tall, like any Mandalorian would before a fight.

He held the blade out to his side, parallel to the ground. The Super Commando stood still, and then spread out his legs, and then shifted his body so it was sideways to the Sith, creating a smaller target. His hand, that didn't hold the beskad, beckoned for the Sith to come.

The Sith was about to find out why they called the young man the wrecking ball.

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet held his gaze. The brute thought he could scare her off with his eyes. She narrowed her own, hidden behind the iconic T-shaped visor. The detonator stopping in mid-air had caught her off guard, her heavy boots skidded across the floor as the blast smashed into her armour. It had done little to no damage to her body, beside a dull monotonous beeping in her ears. She watched the saber fly across the ground, but she wasn't about to make a move to take it. He was a worthy opponent and Isabet was keeping it that way. She stood prepared, one hand curled around the hilt of her beskad, the other clutching her pistol. It was empty, she could feel the weight difference in her hand.

The pistol crashed to the floor with thud, her hand quickly found what she was looking for. A smoke bomb. Within minutes it had exploded at their feet, a large cloud of white expelling into the area. The second it had touched the floor her HUD flicked on, locating his heat signature and Isabet had clutched the knife strapped to her thigh. With an impressive flick of her wrist the blade flipped through the air toward @[member="Darth Veles"]. It had been done in less then five seconds, she could only hope that she was quick enough.

 

[J3C0]

Darth Shara looked at the Mandalorian for a second, his face stinging with pain. His lipless mouth seemed to widen for a second in what could be taken as a grin. He so enjoyed it when they were full of themselves, it was far more entertaining to break them that way. The Maelibus took a single stop out of the ditch he had carved and stepped forward, the impact of his foot shaking the ground slightly as his weight struck down.

He wondered if with enough force he could break that silly little armor the man wore, or perhaps bend it in some way. Shara had not fought mandalorians in a very long time, and back when he had killed them in droves they had used durasteel instead of their unique little iron.

Another footstep forward, his rage building within him as he felt the support of the Dark Lords eye bolster him.

Suddenly he lifted his free hand forward, curling his fingers and then wrenching his closed fist back. A loud crack could be heard as the tree that Preliat had smashed into broke off at its base, the massive wooden trunk splintering and was then sent flying towards the Mandalorians back. The tree would pull Preliat towards Shara, and the Sith Simply stuck out his massive lightsaber to catch the man between armor plates and impale him.
@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Canal saw Preliat and the Sith facing each other and saw the Mandolorian being thrown at a nearby tree. Canal, as secretly as he can, tip toed to the Sith from its back. He put his finger up to his helmet signaling to Preliat so that way he wouldn't be noticed if he looked at Canal which would give away his position. He took out his knife his left hand and his blaster rifle in his right hand holding it as if it was a pistol since it weight wasn't heavier than a DC-15A blaster rifle. He was getting closer and closer to the demon like Sith. Besides he wouldn't even noticed that Canal was behind him since he was dead to force. He didn't want to risk his left hand ,that contained his knife, be amputated so instead he held up his right hand with the rifle and fired at the Sith's undefended back. "Surprise you karking idiot," he said as he fired ten shots to the Sith.

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

 

[Darth Veles]

With a strange look in his eyes, one that might be interpreted as amusement as his face remained stoic, Avreet gazed at the dropped weapon and turned off his left lightsaber in response, clipping it to the belt. The Imperial side of him saw it as an honorable thing to do, the Sith side took it as a challenge. The Sith then awaited the Mandalorian's next move, as if giving the weaker of the combatants an advantage of attacking first. He had expected a normal attack though, not a smoke grenade. The white cloud soon filled the place they had taken as their playground to kill each other. Since the smoke would stay around for a while, Avreet turned on the heat vision in his cybernetic eye, watching the heat signature of his opponent in the thick white mist-like cloud of smoke. The decision of putting away his second lightsaber has proven to be foolish; he there was no way he could dodge a flying knife without getting hit, it was flying too fast for him to get his body completely out of the harm's way.

With the help of the Force, his left hand shot up, catching the blade with lightning speed and stopping it before the tip buried itself in his torso. Thick crimson liquid poured out of his fingers and palm, painting the blade in his blood. Tossing the weapon away, the Sith focused on the pain in his bleeding hand, embracing it and using it to strengthen his connection to the Dark Side. He could suddenly feel it, more powerful than usually thanks to the Mandalorians killing the kids at the camp. Their pain, suffering and death resonated through the Force and Avreet used his own pain to connect to it, drawing power into his entire body, though mainly into his left hand. The Dark Side flowed through the young Knight, begging for a release. And Darth Veles obliged. Extending his lext arm and pointing at the Mandalorian, the Sith unleashed a purple stream of the Dark Side itself, also known as Force lightning, just as he raised his other hand holding a lightsaber, pointing at @[member="Isabet Kote"].