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An Army of Clay, Flesh and Bone

@[member="Darth Shara"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"]

There was a swirl of a dark cloak, a blur of black and red glowing eyes. It came to a stop right behind Darth Shara, and time seemingly came to a halt. Kohl black hair spun in the air around Darth Nephthys, twin of Set. The shield to her brother's sword.

It was for this very reason, that the mentalist's eyes grew wide, the light of her eyes brightening like twin coals as her expressionless face set upon the Mandalorian and the Darth behind her.

// No // came the single word telepathically from the mute in denial, and in that very instant, when the blaster bolts were about to strike the One Sith's face, the energy bolts sank into the static barrier the one dubbed 'the shield' projected around Darth Shara and herself. That shimmering purple sphere pulsed with Darth Nephthy's power, for her strength relied in support of the 'Sword.' This, however, required extreme concentration, which is why her brother would normally be the one to attack and defend her while she protected him in turn. Darth Shara would take the place of her 'sword'.

With this, Darth's Shara's back was now protected by the One Sith female.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
The little freighter exited hyperspace over the planet. The coordinates had included an approximate location for Field Marshal Ordo, and Ember's sensors came alive with energy disturbances -- lightsabres and stranger things. Ember descended into atmosphere, stretching out to the Force for insight.
 
It was hard to sneak up on a Mandalorian. 360 degree vision and one of the, if not the most advanced Heads-Up-Displays in the galaxy made it hard for them to be snuck up on, or even surprised from behind- especially by a large tree. The noise alone set off alarms for the Rally Master, and then, the actual notion of a tree lifting off made him instinctively, and do a rather simple action- duck. The tree flew over head, and went straight back to the Sith. A chuckle escaped his lips, as he stood up, and flexed his muscles, before striding forward to the two Sith, largely ignoring the female who had created a deep, purple shield around them. The girl could be handled by the commando.

"Come and fight me like a true warrior, Sith. Have some honor."

@[member="Darth Shara"] @[member="Darth Nephthys"]
 
@[member="Ember Rekali"]

Black pools of obsidian went to the heavens, boring their pupilless gaze at that which the normal eye could not see, but that through the power of the Force, the Oracle could sense.

One with power, one whose aura trembled with navy and gray hues. This was an outside force that could affect this battle, and she could feel the probing tendrils dancing for insight.

Mentally drawing in, the Eye of the Dark Lord stood alongside her small section guard, her attention drawing back to the ongoing battle. Visions kept playing within the farsight meditation that the Darth was channeling her energy for, still transferring whatever manner of small glimpses the Mandalorian's might take for the One Sith to take advantage of.
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
@[member="Darth Isolda"]

Ember hadn't smiled much since Metalorn, since the last two of his children died fighting the Sith. But a grim mockery of a smile curled up the corner of one lip. He murmured a spell of communication.

I feel you, Vahla to Vahla. Blood calls to blood.

The little white freighter inscribed a wide loop around the battlefield, searching for the best spot to land.
 

Isabet Denko

Olaror shal ni, vod.
Isobet grinned at the sight of blood, the coppery smell drifted and merged with the burning flesh. Something inside her switched, her coursed with adrenaline. As he was raising her hand she took three large, quick strides toward him, pushing her body into the air from the tips of her toes. What happened next was unexpected. As the lightning struck her body and coursed through her flesh, she tensed up. Her knees curled slightly into her chest at the height of her jump. Effectively, a 150 pound Beskar'gam cannon ball.

The electrical surge was by far the worst pain she ever experienced. Isabet let out an ear piercing mix between a painful, battle crazed scream. Which ever she hit, the floor or him, it would probably break some bones. Aided by her disease, a lot more then the average human. Her teeth clenched as she braced herself for impact, her mind seemed to focus on nothing but her own searing skin and the blood from her injured target.

@[member="Darth Veles"]
 
"What the...?" The commando saw as another Sith warrior was with the Sith that Canal was trying to kill. Then bolts didn't hit the new hostile and instead hit a shield that magically came out of the Sith. He was angry and curios and so was Preliat when they witnessed what just happened. "The both of you are cowards. None of you have honor, pride, or any dignity!" He said to the Sith. He went around the shield and was with Preliat next to him. "Any ideas in how to kill these cowards?"

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

Mason Ordo

A lean, piece of muscle
@[member="Ordo"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Strider Garon"]

Immediately Mason Ordo had gotten the orders to follow the grand marshals lead in this battle. The young vod had the chance to fight with two old timers and another youngster like him. A sith leapt near the marshal almost decapitating him, before this could happen the strong zabrack exerted an explosive punch sending the bladed sith back ten feet. From there the mandolorian opened fire with his DC-15A blaster rifle killing the puny sith. The lean ,muscular warrior asked "should we not go after the leader of this pathetic band of sith ?" . The battle was intense , five sith charged at the squad with there red glow sticks. This seemed to transition from just a small skirmish to a huge one in a matter of minutes. Mason followed his vod into the depths of the battle awaiting an answer. Mason immediattly saw his fellow brothers in arms die from a sith vitality spell of some sort maybe that would be there next target. @[member="Darth Vornskr"]
 

Basaba Willamina

A'den and Alor be aliit Willamina
@[member="Isabet Kote"] @[member="Darth Veles"]

It was a strange feeling but the field marshal moved quickly now, her cloak falling and slipping away as the camo effect disappeared and her cannons came up. The laser sights tracking while she moved and scanned turning her head from side to side before ejecting the beskar claws on her wrist blade. The woebringer pistol coming up ready to fire in her free hand. Still allowing access to her beskad and knives or the MK I bolter slung across her back. A small bandoleer of forcebreaker grenades and anti force users for the fight if they needed it. There wasn't many if any in the squads that could use it that she knew of at least.
 

J3C0

Guest
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“Honor is a fools prize.” Shara said as he stepped out of the small force bubble that his sister had made for him. He appreciated the defense quite a bit, given the exposure of his back. He watched the Mandalorians come together, and then he began to chuckle, his lipless face tightening as the roar of a laugh escaped him “Glory is of no use to the dead.”

Darth Shara rushed forward. He became a blur. His natural speed and the force running through his muscles made him nearly impossible to see, his bulk dashed forward an open palmed hand reached for the gap between Preliats helmet, and his armor. His lightsaber ready to deflect anything the Mandalorian might throw at him.

Shara knew he couldn't break the armor, but he could cause the man to bleed internally if he gave him enough of a beating.
 
@[member="Darth Shara"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"]

The mute Darth had no words for the Mandalorian, her listless crimson gaze merely following in step with that of the towering Maelibus, appearing almost comical in the manner that she made herself his shadow.

But that was her purpose, to be a shield. The carefully painted visage of Nephthys acted and reacted to Darth's Shara's movements, but this was not in the same seamless manner as if she would have with her onisan. There was no mental connection linking them together. Nonetheless, the visions of farsight from the Eye of the Dark Lord aided a bit in this ailment.

So, it was with concentration that Sokara would lower then raise up the shimmering purple sphere of energy around her, as she followed back to back with @[member="Darth Shara"], as she was only really able to maintain the shield when she was immobile.
 
@[member="Ember Rekali"]

The voice resonated within the depths of the Eye of the Dark Lord, causing Darth Isolda to cast her pupiless eyes towards the heavens anew.

B́l̨oód ̢C͞all̕s̷ ̢t́o B̸lo̕o̢d̀,̶ ̸for͝ ̵the ́g̢lor͠y o̶f th͠e ̵Ģod҉d͏ess.͢
͢
As͘ ą ̵C͘h̷os͜en ̢of̧ Vah͟l͡,͝ ̶Í ͠wèl̛c͠o҉ḿe҉ ͟yo͏u ̛int͞o̕ ҉Ḩe͡r̢ ̷em̧bra̵c҉e͠. ̸ ͞Sh͜e͢ ha̵s̨ a plan. A̧ Déstin͜y.͝ ͟

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̵He͘r w̧i̕ll̛ s̕hal̵l ̡not ̛b͢e ̛denied͢.̸ ҉ ́
 
When she spun, Vaelokin stepped back as much as he could, so that his lightsaber's tip would be the only thing to be hit, and when her right lightsaber came at him, it moved to his midsection, along with her left beam, and he lifted up his powerful knee, and leaned backwards so that when her wrist (of the left hand) was hit by his knee and her lightsaber flew up, he wouldn't be decapitating himself. His own crimson beam had come up and guided her right blade away from his body, though it still struck him, barely, upon his thigh. And once that was over, he rolled backwards and away from the woman. He had done what he could, there were Mandalorians everywhere and the other Sith Lord, the Hound Sith had already left to fight with them. The Eye had to be protected, or other Mandalorians had to be killed, and he inclined his body slightly to the woman.

"I will kill you soon." He said. There was no boastful tone, no hateful emotions, just what appeared to be a promise, and when the Force answered his summons, his knees were bent and he was already leaping up to the ridge that Darth Vornskr had gone up previously and he was racing to the battle.

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
 
The bloodletting had begun and The hound of keldab was where he always belonged, right in the middle of it. The Commando squad was being pulled into different directions by the sith. Smart move, for the Mandalorians were far more superior in numbers. Fools the Mandos were for falling for such a rouse. There wasn't much time to react and Strider decided best to aid @[member="Isabet Kote"] against the Calamari sith @Darth Veles for she was engulfed with force lighting.

Taking a few steps off to the side to make better angle on the sith, Strider would open fire upon the lighting wielding Calamari with his EE-3 Carbine in hopes that he would catch him off guard or at the very least get his attention.
 
There was an impact that Preliat heard before he felt it, the sickening feeling of someone hitting him so hard that it knocked him down- and knocked the wind out of him. The Super Commando, was no stranger to pain, and by cycling his air through his nose rapidly, he expanded his lungs again, and got oxygen back into his body. Preliat then placed his palms to the ground, and then lifted his body up. He was in phenomenal shape, and it was only because of this that he could do what he was about to do. Preliat leaned his upper body backwards, and pulled his legs up, and then shot them out forwards, in a kick that went straight for the gigantic Sith's shins. One thing you didn't want to do with Preliat, was get into a hand to hand fight. Galaar had learned that the hard way, and this Sith was as well.

Preliat recalled the Rally Master that taught him how to fight word's.

Your opponent may always be more powerful than you, but you must prove yourself more skilled.

@[member="Darth Shara"]
 
Canal saw Preliat taking care of the Sith and saw him holding him pretty well. Nice reaction and move. Canal though to himself as he saw Preliat. He turned his attention to the other Sith. He put himself between the Siths. "There is no way I am going to let you pass through me." This is going to be easy since she just acted as a defense while Canal served as offense and defense and if you do the math then Canal wins the match without a debate. He put his left arm, that contained his knife in front of him and bent it toward him and rested his right arm on it that contained his rifle. He fired at the sith and walked toward her. "Lets see how ell you can hold up against me," As he continued his attack on the sith.

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

Darth Naomi

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The shrouded Sith apprentice would be approaching the camp. From back here she could already see the firefight, beams dancing everywhere. This was a time to think of her entry, make it somewhat grand. Following the same train of thought, about the ships, this would give her an idea. Conveniently, the speeder bike she was riding had guns on it and even more importantly an emergency weaponry pouch, which contained a blaster and some grenades, a knife. Something that wasn't too powerful on its own, but could become a beasty tool in the right hands. Steering the bike off the main scene where most of the fighting happened, the Miraluka would put her hand in the pouch and find a grenade. Arming it, she would set the bike to enter the camp through the back door, where only a handful of enemy solders were. To clear her way, she would shoot a couple of them with the lasers on the bike and then as she was in, direct the bike at one of the Mandalorian Corvettes on the ground.
The rest could be guessed by now, but it shall be detailed nonetheless. Putting the armed grenade back with its peers in the pouch Tiiona would drive the bike up the ramp and right into the heart of the ship, jumping off with a flip and landing some ten meters away. With the main force these ships carried already out in the field, there were only a couple defending the entrance - not nearly enough to prevent the speeder from diving in, hitting a wall inside the ship and detonating, amplified by the bike's fuel and the chain of grenades triggered by the initial. An explosion powerful enough cause multiple secondary explosion that would consume the whole ship in a blaze of glory. The light of flames would reflect on Tiiona's pupil-less eyes as she stood up panting slightly. That made the second ship that landed to be the only hope sons of Mandalore had of getting off this rock. Shifting her attention at the nearest fight she would spot a Calamari Lord engulfing what appeared to be a Mandalorian female in lightning not unlike what she had tasted at the One Sith stronghold. The situation might have appeared as handled, but only through the visions granted by the Eye of the Dark Lord, would Tiiona spot a trooper, @[member="Strider Garon"] , aiming for her fellow Sith. Without much thought she would pull her blaster pistol and unleash volley of shots at the old man, not that she knew what he looked like under that armor. The idea was to draw his fire, of course. Preferably without actually taking any.
@[member="Isabet Kote"] @[member="Darth Veles"]
@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Vaelokin"] @[member="Darth Isolda"] @[member="Darth Nephthys"] @[member="Darth Shara"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"] @[member="Mason Ordo"] @[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Miarta"] (Phew, I think that's all of you folks!)
 
Seeing @[member="Isabet Kote"] jumping at him, using her momentum in hopes of pinning him to the ground with her, Avreet sidestepped to the left to get out of her way, just as the Force warned him of incoming danger to his right. Darth Veles' right eye swiveled to catch a glimpse of another Mandalorian shooting at him. As the female hit the dirt in front of him, the amphibious Sith deflected each shot that came at him, elegant moves effectively sending the incoming blaster bolts away. Thanks to @[member="Tiiona"], the Mon Cal did not have to deal with @[member="Strider Garon"] just yet. A simple nod to his fellow Sith to express his appreciation and he was free to finish off his current opponent. Stopping the Dark Side pouring from his hand, the Mon Cal swiftly raised his right leg and brought it down to deliver a devastating bone breaking kick to crush the woman and put her out of combat. The natural strength in his legs, tripled by the enhanced muscles and further supported by the reinforced bones would be more than enough to do just that. He would not kill her though; she was weak, broken, defeated. Killing such an opponent that was at his mercy would be a sign of weakness and Avreet was not some weakling. He was a Sith, strong and powerful.
 
@[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Ordo was not pleased as he witnessed the grenade and his shots simply bounce away, but then he shouldn't have been surprised. He dropped toward the ground feet first and held out his left hand to spray fire at the sith from his gaunlet but the flames were short lived. His body blew back 4 yards as Ordo was struck by the lighting.

'Shabla sith' he thought as his HUD flickered and his body bucked against it's will. He didn't let it last long as he quickly regained his feet and fired again as he called on the force to cover the distance to the Sith. If he kept flinging lightning Ordo had a trick that would surprise the Dar'jetii but it was his last resort and he hated doing it.

As he drew closer he fired again and began to swing his Fragstorm like a club at the Sith. If it all worked out he would be scalping the Dark Lord before long.
 
The hound was not that easily distracted away from Seafood. The precision blaster bolts from @[member="Tiiona"] were a good attempt to try and pin the warrior down, but the man was focused on @[member="Darth Veles"] and nothing was going to get in his way. Strider took a bolt to the head, shoulder, absorbed by the beskargam and the others were near misses. The force of the attack was enough to make the determined warrior stumble to the left but urgency focused him. The mandalorian's jet pack ignited sending the old soldier off like a rocket, aimed at the vicious mon cal.

Strider will attempt to use his body to spear Veles off of @[member="Isabet Kote"]. The Commando was not going to let one of his new soldiers fight alone.
 

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