An Army of Clay, Flesh and Bone

[Darth Naomi]

The blaster fire would do nothing more than splash as light rain on @[member="Strider Garon"]'s armor, leaving but a few small dents. She would make a sneer, quickly replaced by a silent grin. So that pesky armor could more of less ignore the blaster fire... Guess need pull something with a little more kick to it, then. As the good old Strider shot into the air, Tiiona put the blaster pistol back at her waist and summoned another gun, grander. To be more specific, the .5 slugthrower handgun which she acquired just prior to getting here. The girl hadn't even tried it out yet, so she wouldn't know what was really in its clip, which conveniently for her was armed with explosive rounds. So, as her target was blazing towards @[member="Darth Veles"] she would raise the gun and do a single precision shot, well aimed to hit the Mandalorian at his center. Not knowing what was really in those rounds, she intended to use the kinetic force delivered by this weapon to blow him off his approach, as the armor could probably withstand most of what would be thrown at it... but explosive? Who knows, she might be more surprised than him.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

With the distance between the Mandalorian and the Sith once again rekindled, Vornskr could easily call upon his protective bubble for the next two rounds the Mandalorian unleashed but as he neared he'd have to change tactics. While the protective bubble was a fabulous defense technique, it required one to remain completely still while using it. When a Mandalorian in full Beskar is charging at you, the last thing you'd want to be in completely still. He dispelled the shield and took the brunt of the shotgun club in full force, not with his body, but with his hands covered with phrik plating. The impact of the blow sent Vornskr sliding along the ground in an arc along with the weapon, but with the Force on his side he kept himself grounded in the face of the Mandalorian's strength. This physical connection to the Mandalorian's weapon gave Vornskr an opportunity he never had before, and as a master practitioner of Mechu-Deru, Kaine could quickly feel the entire schematic layout of the weapon, and with movements in the force he could disable the weapon either temporarily or for the entire fight.

Vornskr released the weapon and flung himself backward with a heavy Force Push, landing roughly four to five meters away from Ordo. Vornskr then brought his lightsaber up to his hand with the force, and activated it's crimson blade. He stood there, waiting for the Mandalorian to make his next move. "You are a worthy opponent, Mandalorian. It is a shame your people have chosen this path, it makes your destruction all the more bitter."

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Somehow this Sith Apprentice, fresh to training, just evaded a skilled attack with a minor injury in full armor and ran towards the other battles after attacking her himself. Of course it was a simple matter to dodge the blade in her much lighter clothing that allowed her to dodge his rushed blade and save herself from another burn while he ran away with his tail between his legs. With all the Sith Gone she headed right to her speeder and gunned it for the location of the Sith Carbonite Army, or rather where it should be considering the direction the Sith were heading and her own scans of the area. Let them have the glory of battle, she would see what was so important that several high ranking Sith were here.

 

[J3C0]

The mans foot struck his shin, and a loud crack could be heard as armor like skin was broken and blood was drawn from between the plates. Shara let out a growl that pierced the air, pain surging through him. His growl seemed to be punctuated by a chuckle, a rumbling of bee's flying into the air. Darth Shara began to laugh, his cold dead eyes staring down at the Mandalorian.

“You are nothing.” As he spoke the Sith Lord slammed his hand downward again. He grappled for the Mandalorians legs. “And we are everything.”

If he succeed in grasping the man he would pick him up by the legs and dangle him upside down, sending another powerful fist into the mans throat, right where the gap in armor was located.
@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

@Tiiona@Isabet Kote@[member="Darth Veles"]@[member="Strider Garon"]

Mac dropped into the battlefield on the back of his Strill, Tetsu'ko. As they landed on the ground, he hopped off and patted 'her ' head, "Back to t'e s'ip and keep 'er safe..." Tetsu'ko growled a affirmative answer before taking back off for the Murderous Wench. Mac turned to find where he'd be most effective. Seeing a Vod he recognized as the Hound of Keldabe, Mac pulled his massive bes'kad and charged the Siit firing blaster shots in his direction.

Pulling his ripper, Mac charged the woman full on, his sword in his hand, as he kept firing the ripper, emptying it. His primal scream and billowing kilt only added to intimidating site of an armored Mando warrior bearing down with a near two meter claymore of solid Mandalorian Iron...

 

[Marcus Faust]

Protect the eye. Orders were a simple thing he'd learned, so he followed them. His only duty here was to ensure @[member="Darth Isolda"]'s safety, nothing else. The assassin had drawn himself back into the shadows, his dark form blending nicely once his hood went far enough over the mask. He didn't need to see at the moment, only to feel, sight would be needed later. @[member="Ember Rekali"] wasn't hard to sense.

Reddened eyes shot open under the mask, glowing in raw hatred. He knew this one, it had been years but he had faced him before on some planet whose name he failed to remember. Six of them, largely apprentices, engaged him only to be fended off. This would be his redemption for that humiliation. No, protect the eye.

He needed to stay put, the Dark Lord would be less than pleased if he charged after what was in all likelihood a superior opponent and left the Eye unguarded. He would stay put, waiting for the arrival of whomever dared to attack an extension of the Dark Lord's senses to put them down, with his saber in hand.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

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


With a snap-hiss, violet light fell against Darth Nephthys` profile as her stance went to that of Djem So, and with a flash of her blade began a barrier of blades, deflecting the incoming blasters. Being a shield did not simply mean that she was entirely without offensive maneuvers to do just that, defend. She would have redirected some bolts, but since the Mandalorian had seen fit to put himself between her and Darth Shara, she could not risk a stray bolt hitting the Maelibus in the back.

However, Sokara was not in the solid state of mind as that when she is fighting alongside her brother. One bolt of energy managed to graze her right shoulder, the scent of burnt flesh and fabric tickling her nostrils. A grimace came over her delicate features, but her red eyes were completely focused.

With a snap of her wrist, she struck down her saber and extended her right hand, curling the power of the Dark Side within the palm of her hand, summoning the telekinetic force to grab hold of the Mandalorian to pull him towards her and away, so as she would be once again, back to back with Darth Shara.

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet braced herself for impact, pushing her hands forward to meet the dirt as she descended. A loud crunch confirmed her broken wrist as she tucked her body up, forward rolling to soften the blow. Not only did the fall break her wrist, it also broke a rib and an ankle. Isabet cursed loudly, and for a few moments she was completely unaware of her surroundings. She could handle the pain, but it would impede her agility and strength. She turned her head just in time to see the foot of her opponent come crashing down to her leg.

The sound that followed would have been enough to put a frown on a grown man's face. Her bone shattered as his foot met with her flesh. Isabet let out a deafening scream, but her mind was still in the game. In the blink of an eye she had pulled out her second knife, already moving it with speed toward his thigh. She could hear the bullets wizzing past her head and some other noise...it sounded like a jet pack.

@[member="Strider Garon"] @Darth Veles

 

[Darth Veles]

The wet cracking noise that came after Avreet's foot connected with the Mandalorian's leg felt very satisfying. Avreet's never been one to enjoy suffering of others, but some people just deserved to feel pain. Despite his expectations, the female Mandalorian apparently wanted even more. Gazing at @[member="Strider Garon"], the amphibious Sith took out his second lightsaber and ignited it just as he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his thigh, making him gasp out a bit. The left amber eye glanced down with a frown, the woman had attacked him instead of simply giving up and saving herself from more injuries. The Mon Cal's response came in swiftly; not even bothering to pull out the knife inserted in his leg, his left wrist flicked the lightsaber around, bringing in down to the extended arm of @[member="Isabet Kote"] still holding the blade with an intention of cutting her arm off, hopefully disabling the woman and stopping her attacks. Of course, there still was the other Mandalorian who charged at him with the jetpack. Since @[member="Tiiona"]'s shots had barely made a scratch on the armor, it had to be extremely resistant, giving the amphibian only one choice. Hit the man with his fist in hopes of delivering serious internal damage. The cybernetic hand clutched into a fist, punching the air in front of him, ready to meet the flying Mandalorian and turn his brain into mashed eggs.

 

[Isabet Denko]

Her fingers remained firmly curled around the blade as she watched the saber come down toward her arm. Isabet pushed all her weight onto the handle of her blade, dragging the sharp metal down his flesh. She felt the hot saber bare down into the beskar'gam covering her arm. Her leg was still trapped under his own boot. The pain increased as his body jolted and put more pressure on the shattered bone. The heat was intense but her fingers pulled the blade further. Finally, she could bare it no longer, throwing her torso backward and away from his reach.

@[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Strider Garon]

@[member="Tiiona"] sniped the old soldier in mid air, the projectile hit Garon's right side armor with such kinetic force that it not just knock him out of the air but also broke two of his lower ribs in the process. Battle instincts took over as the de ignited his jet pack the moment his body hit the ground forcing the mandalorian to tumble about in excruciating pain and stooping short of his original target @[member="Darth Veles"] by two meters. 'Get up! GET UP!' Was all the warrior could think of the moment he hit ground. His body wanted to lay still, his stomach wanted to regurgitate the previous meal but his sheer will power forced the Mando'ad to rise.

Scrambling to his feet, pain ripping through his side, Garon unsheathed his Beskad with his left hand and unleashed a inferno of hell from his right wrist's flame thrower to fry the fish off @[member="Isabet Kote"], ignoring the distant Tiiona who was now entangled with the kilt wearing maniac @[member="Mac O Shenanigans"].

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Darth Vornskr"]

The weapon made a hearty crack as it collided with the Sith's gauntlets. Ordo followed through pushing the his opppnent in an arc.

'Impressive...' Ordo said inside his helmet not bothering to activate the speakers.

The Sith then pushed himself away with the force and called his lightsaber to his hand.

"Most impressive..." Ordo said again to himself.

The space between them was not overly far. Either of them could close the distance quickly. Ordo's cold grey-green eyes were hard behind his T-shaped visor. His jaw worked soundlessly as the Sith spoke. Ordo rarely wasted time on words when facing an enemy. He would rather let his action do his communicating.

Ordo cocked the fragstorm.

CHIKCHUNK

That wasn't right. Ordo didn't bother wasting the time to inspect it. He knew hos rools and when one was broken he could tell. He didn't plan to go this route against the Sith and he didn't plan on making it a habit but he dropped his shotgun and reached to the small of his back.

The weapon he pulled wasn't pretty, it wasn't special. It was a can opener, a tool and all the skipping and bleating in the galaxy would never change that. He held the metal cylinder in one hand pointing out and down and thumbed the switch. The oh so common 'snap-hiss' followed and the bright orange blade sprung to life. He blinked his speakers active and rolled his shoulders.

"I can do bitter..." Ordo said his deep voice sounded distant and mechanical through the aging speakers.

He didn't play games but he could respect tje Sith's gettse. He focused his energies and took two big steps and sprung closer as he raised his lightsaber with two hands to drive down at the Sith Lord. Things would be interesting from here.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Yeah. I got her the shoulder.

He could smell the ozone of the bolt that grazed the Sith. He then as the woman trying to us the force on him. He let out a laugh because she and some of the Sith don't even know that he's Vong-shaped. Oh, man. It's so funny when you expect something to happen but it doesn't. Oh, good times good times. He put away his knife and took out his pistol with his left hand. He close to the Sith, but not too close where he could be within her saber range, an fired at the Sith with his rifle in his right hand and hi pistol in his left hand. "It's no use. Surrender an you'll be disposed of in wonderful manner." Canal said to the Sith as continued firing at her.

@[member="Darth Nephthys"]

 

[Darth Nephthys]

@[member="CC-117 Canal"]

So she was unable to use the Force directly at him. Sokara quickly computed this through an expressionless visage, the blade coming back up to deflect the blaster bolts.

It didn't mean she couldn't use the Force around him.

Quickly, her hand gave a subtle motion over to a large boulder, where she wrapped her intangible claws around it to lift it off the ground and then sent it flying straight at the Mandalorian, intending to knock him to the side.

There would be no words from the mute.

 

[Djorn Bline]

He saw the Sith grabbing something with the force. He looked around and saw a boulder coming at him. He had an idea. He grabbed on of his detonators, activate it and threw it at the Sith's feet. Then he turned around an faced he boulder. He jumped off and leaned backwards so his feet and himself could land on the boulder horizantally. He landed on it and h jumped to his side to get off of the boulder. He then got up and continue firing at the Sith and ran so she wouldn't get close to the other demon sith. Kind of weird and creepy cause the Sith hasn't even said a word except when she said no to protect the other Sith.

@[member="Darth Nephthys"]

 

[Darth Nephthys]

@[member="CC-117 Canal"]

Since the Darth stood still, the static barrier came up again, just a second before the detonator blew at her feet. The energy of the detonator was not to be avoided, but instead redirected back towards the Mandalorian as it went bouncing off the shield. His attack intended for her would now be a double edge sword.

A fine bead of sweat went trickling down Sokara's temple, as the concentration doubled in sheer focus, her eyes narrowing upon the blaster bolts coming at her. Again, the shield gave a subtle shift as the bolts of energy hit the sphere, unable to pierce it.

No word fell from her lips, her crimson gaze completely focused in her determination. The mute, after all, had only communicated telepathically earlier. There was no sense in discussion.

Mere words would not stagger the One Sith.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Darth Shara"]

Preliat swerved his body in the hands of the Sith, only being restricted his legs, so his trunk was free to move, and thus, avoid the heavy-handed fist of the large brute of a Sith. He seemed to lack refinement in his combat, but Preliat guessed he hadn't gotten to wherever he was in the Sith by being subtle or even skilled- the man had relied on his brute force for such a long time that it would probably catch up with him. The Rally Master watched the Sith's arm sail past him, and went for a peculiar move- he arm locked the Sith under his left arm, and then again, removed one of the Westar-34s that the Rally Master carried with him since Dromund Kaas, that he had become extremely proficient at using, and pulled the trigger.

And he placed it right into the face of the Sith, unless the Sith decided to sway him away. The Westar-34 was a powerful blaster, enough to put down a Jedi or a Reek with a single shot. He glared at the Sith through his visor, and spoke softly through his helmet. This time, he left the audio on.

"You're one terrible Sith."

@[member="Darth Shara"]

 

[J3C0]

(Just a quick note. You wouldn't know where One Sith, you wouldn't even know what the One Sith are unless for some reason your character studied up in 700 year old history and somehow discerned we were part of the One Sith, please edit that out )
Shara didn't need to move really, all he needed was a swift wave of his hand. He let out a subtle nudge of the force, pushing the barrel of the blaster away from his face and over his head, letting the shot ring out and deafen him slightly. He winced, but did not move up his other arm any further

Then with his other hand he swept upwards, his immense strength aided by the force and allowing him to lift the relatively smaller man. Lightning crackled from his open palm behind the man, surging forward in great leaps and streams of raw power directly towards the Mandalorian that was only inches away. The blue-purple sparks surged forward in almost an instant, enough to fry anything.
@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

(I just assumed that the One Sith are common knowledge due to the acolytes and whatnot, my bad.)

Preliat then grimaced, as he felt the lightning course through his body. He screamed in terrible pain, but that only amplified his rage. Bringing his arm lock closer to his body, Preliat squeezed inwards on his wrist, and then...he used his crushgaunts. His arm-locking arm gripped the man's hand, the ionized beskar going to crush the man's hand, plated skin or not. He did this, all while being electrocuted, and while screaming in terrible pain. Preliat went to shatter the man's hand, and with his other hand, slowly raised his arm, despite the electricity. It coursed through him, but his flightsuit that was insulated stopped him from being terribly injured, but...the fact that he was wearing metal armor didn't exactly help.

His HUD was going haywire, but he didn't need that to see entirely what he was going to do. Electricity. Armorweave prevented it from destroying him- but it didn't prevent it from terribly inflicting a mass of pain on him. The flamethrower's plasma torch gave it power, as noted when Jango Fett used it to cut through solid steel. Preliat howled, and then went to slash it across his face, half in desperation. The pain was nearly unbearable, but Preliat was Ori'ramikad. He was Mando'ad. This was his assault, and he would not be foiled so soon and so easily by this brute.

@[member="Darth Shara"]

 

[Darth Naomi]

A short blast of light would explode at the Mandalorian's side, the explosive bullet taking bloom in all glory. It was... unexpected, but Tiiona quickly adapted to the change, especially when it was in her favor. She would watch the hit man fall with the grace of a retarded pterodactyl in a meteor shower [a reference most of you probs won't understand] before a set of visions claimed her attention. As envisioned, she would spot another armored man coming at her. Wielding a ridiculously large steel blade the man also had enough arms to be unloading his side-arms at her. Thanks to the foresight granted by the Eye, Tiiona would tumble and hide behind a nearby container before any of the shots grazed her. Hearing the sound of bullets hitting the solid metal, she would determine the the nature of the weapon, lucky for her not armed with explosives.
Being behind the the wall of unbreachable steel did not mean the Miraluka could not keep an eye on her assailant. Rather the opposite, she did. Sheathing her big gun she would wait for his clip to empty completely before stepping from the cover. Time to face the fears, one might say. With her unlit lightsaber in her right hand the woman would be standing some five meters from the Mandalorian, coming at her with a massive sword that put a giant grin on her face. Mentally preparing for the confrontation she would slide her right foot back a bit and assume a stance, her left hand in front of her and saber wielding hand raised by her shoulder. Now she would wait for a proper time to act.
@[member="Mac O Shenanigans"]