An Army of Clay, Flesh and Bone

[Darth Veles]

Another painful groan escaped his lips as the knife continued to cut through his flesh. Crimson liquid soaked through his trousers as he ripped the knife out of his leg, almost making him stumble. He would have fallen if not for the cybernetics in his body. Another angry glare was sent towards @[member="Isabet Kote"]. Avreet wished to crush her head and end her, especially since the opponent who charged at him was distracted by one of his fellow Sith. The moment of distraction did not last long though, @[member="Strider Garon"] started getting up, prompting Avreet to temporarily retreat. He lacked the vast knowledge of lightsaber combat Sith warriors possessed, so the young assassin decided to do what he did best. Massing the Force in his legs and jumping backwards, he quickly managed to get out of the flames before they burned him alive, even though he certainly felt the extreme heat. For a good measure, he sent Force push in the direction of the flames as he travelled through the air, redirecting the flames to the female Mandalorian for a second.

Landing on the ground several meters away from combatants did not go exactly as planned. Underestimating the wound in his thigh, the Mon Calamari Sith distributed his weight equally to both legs, which caused the weakened leg to give away and he knelt down, angrily staring at his opponents. There was no way he could fight in this state, so he quickly focused on bending the light around himself and disappearing from everyone’s sight. Cloaked like this, he took another jump, this time more careful and gentle, towards the trees to his right. Hiding behind one particularly strong trunk, the Mon Cal took off the medpac from his belt and opened it, taking what he needed and injecting his wounded leg with painkillers and antibiotics. Tossing the injection away, the Sith applied a spray-bandage on his thigh and closed the medpac, placing it back to his belt. He could not feel his leg, but better than being crippled by pain.

Still cloaked, he leaned out from behind a tree, holding a XS-09 sniper rifle in his webbed hands. A weapon like this might be able to get through the lightsaber resistant armor, or so he hoped. Finding the Sith who had helped him before, he took aim at @[member="Mac O Shenanigans"], aiming at his neck in hopes of getting through the weaker portion of the armor and ripping the man’s head off.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra stopped the speeder on an overlook and pulled off a long range sniper rifle from the vehicle's side and knelt down on the ridge that overlooked the battles until she found a group of sith apart from the others. She smiled, so many sith and those opposing them, but her eyes were drawn not to the battles, but to the group of Sith standing off from the battle, and who they surrounded. "Interesting." She looked through the scope, studying each and seeing a woman looking up at the sky as she stood there, it was @[member="Darth Isolda"] that she was looking at through the scope and while Alexandra didnt realize who this woman was she had a feeling she was important, so it was time to get her running. Turning the Sniper on one of the Sith Guarding her she fired, then moved to her next target, the shots would come out once every four seconds as she leveled the sniper on a new target each time, not necessarily hitting each target but it should get them running away or towards her.

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet felt the pressure release from her leg as the Mon Cal finally stepped off her shattered bones. Groaning heavily, she rolled her body away from the oncoming flames. The heat licked her back, sending shivers of uncertainty down her back. Once she had realised the flame did nothing but sear her armour, Isabet tugged her torso from the ground. She couldn't stay like this, on the floor in the middle of a battle field. Her hand supported her, as did her other leg, despite its broken ankle. The movement made her curse out loud, growling as she adjusted her weight. Thrusting her hand into a pocket on her belt, Isabet pulled the top of an injection off with her teeth.

The sharp scratch she felt from the needle entering her flesh was nothing compared to the way the rest of her body felt. Yet the warming, numb sensation that travelled through her limbs was nothing more then a god sent. She had concluded that continuing to fight would be a bad idea. But Isabet was a true Mandalorian. She cracked her neck, running bacta covered fingers along her singed skin. Isabet turned to @[member="Strider Garon"], nodding her head stiffly. "Who's next?"

 

[Marcus Faust]

One by one the Eye's guardians fell. Before @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] could lose a shot at @[member="Darth Isolda"], Vindica surged forward and grabbed her, dragging her into cover before anything could harm the woman he was sworn to protect. The Dark Lord was watching through her, this he knew, and he would not fail his master.

 

[Strider Garon]

@[member="Isabet Kote"] @[member="Darth Veles"]
The mon cal gracefully used the force to evade the flames and more hoodoo trickery to blast the flames away from him, nearly engulfing Kote In the process. The female mandalorian had also evaded the flames with quick battle instincts and rolling off to the side and away from the inferno. Thank the manda for that, Garon would have hated himself for long time if he made such a beautiful creature into a crispy critter.

He kept track of Darth Veles as he landed a couple of meters away, dropping to one knee from injury. Strider himself was struggling with the pain of his ribs being broken, but adrenline and discipline kept his mind on the task at hand. Then bang, he had disappeared from sight. More force trickery, but Strider was experienced in such magics and had his own tricks to deliver. The moment the Sith dissolved from the naked eye Strider switched his visual sensory to infrared, motion sensory and sound detection upon that location. With all three sensors Strider was able to track the tricky fish to the point he landed in the trees with his second jump.

“We are not done fishing Is’ika!” Strider informed his injured comrade within the confines of their helmets and private coms “Switch to IR, Motion and sound sensors and focus on the tree that I have targeted” The tree Darth Veles location would be link targeted to Kote, Via Strider. “Our prey thinks he can escape us. Lets teach him that’s not possible”

Using the range finder Strider would calculate the prime det zone for his flechette launcher then raising his left arm he would aim at the tree. At that very moment, Darth Veles fired off a blaster weapon that confirmed Strider’s sensors that the sneaking mon cal was in that exact tree. “Fire!” Strider would command Kote to use her wrist rocket to unload her ordinance upon the Sith Knight in attempts to obliterate him.

Strider would fire off his wrist flechette launcher that sent a canister of death towards the unsuspecting foe who was fully concentrated on keeping himself cloaked and sniping Mac. The Canister would explode a meter away showering Darth Veles position with Anti personal flechettes that had enough destructive force to shred an entire squad of solders with a single shot.

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet nodded her head as confirmation to Strider. The rush of battle still coursed through her mind as she tried to focus on what he was saying. In less then a moment she had turned the correct sensors on. Her HUD blurred to life again as her focus drew onto her target. Isabet wasted no time lifting her wrist up toward the tree. Her HUD buzzed in her ear, confirming the target. The sound of Striders voice cut through the battle ambience. She could see the imminent danger before it even happened as the Mon Cal fired toward her vod. Isabet took a second to grin before ceremoniously firing off her wrist launcher. It tugged at the broken bone as it zipped away from her armour and toward it's destined target.


It found it's place in the top of the tree, two or so inches away from the Mon Cal's head. It exploded in a fiery blast of sharp shards of wood and splinters of metal, zipping through the air at impressive speed. It was a grand sight to say the least.


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

 

[Djorn Bline]

Canal dolphin dived to his right to avoid the detonator. He then looked back at the Sith and saw his bolts being deflected again by that bubble shield. He gritted his teeth and put himself in front of her so she wouldn't get any closer to the other Sith. "How old are you? I think you're too darn old to play games like this." Canal said to the Sith cause man it's so darn annoying that they were doing something that seemed like an unstoppable cycle. We can do this all day and none of us is going to kill the other. He put away his pistol and rifle and took out his shotgun. Canal fired five rounds to the shield and since he was close he thought that those shots would probably overpower the shield of the sith.

@[member="Darth Nephthys"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Darth Vindica"] @[member="Darth Isolda"] @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"]

Ember's humorless smile remained as the Oracle of Vahl sent her words to his mind. Rather than respond, he used her communication to get a better sense of her location. The Tachyon-class light freighter settled down not far from the woman and her guardian, and Ember cracked the side hatch. The guardian felt moderately familiar, though it didn't quite click. Sniper fire rained down, and the Sith Master dragged the Vahla under cover.

Beskar'gam boots hit the ground, and Ember straightened up to his full height. Apart from the helmet, he wore full Mandalorian armor. A brilliant green lightsabre flared to life in his hand. He began walking toward Vindica and Isolda.

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac kept running, and just as his magazine ran dry, he had time to reholster the weapon before dropping into a slide. As he did so, his HUD display showed a blaster bolt zinging past behind and above him. Someone playing sniper apparently. Mac's slide was timed right as his feet hit the crate with full force, sending it crashing right at @[member="Tiiona"]. As the momentum transferred, Mac dun his bottom foot into the ground, 'popping up' back to his feet, and gripping his claymore with two hands.

It was time for some up close and personal fighting, and he couldn't think of anything he enjoyed better, well, except downing ale... He only hoped now that by taking on this Sith, it freed up @[member="Strider Garon"] and @[member="Isabet Kote"] to go after @[member="Darth Veles"].

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Vornskr brought his lightsaber up to block the Mandalorian's strike, the impact from the blow pushing Vornskr further back and down into the ground, but he never relented his position. The Dark Side coursed through him, and behind the black mask that obscured his face his skin would take on a deathly pale complexion, his eyes sunken and bloodshot with sulfuric yellow. His thick black hair turned a light shade of gray, and if the Mandalorian was able to take off his mask it'd look like the handsome man Vornskr once was had aged a few decades. The Sith Lord continued to keep up a tight defense, but quickly shifted stances soon enough and suddenly unleashed a flurry of counter attacks against the Mandalorian Knight. Djem So was a completely aggressive form, utilizing brute strength and utter relentless assault and counter attack to keep the opponent on the defense. Vornskr had used this technique since he was but a mere apprentice, and had perfected it's technique since then. However; against a Mandalorian in full Beskar armor would prove to be difficult to fully go toe to toe with, luckily Vornskr had his own Phrik suit of armor on under his black robes.

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

@[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] @[member="Darth Vindica"] @[member="Ember Rekali"]

Energy bolts of crimson came in a volley in Darth Isolda's direction, and within seconds, the Eye of the Dark Lord's body was sent into cover in a whirl of black and white.

In the distance, clouds of dust rose as a ship landed, drawing the attention of the Oracle as the aura of the Vahla that she'd felt tickle her mind grow in strength. Pitch black eyes bore straight towards the man that held the viridian saber.

Beyond the fact that she was the Eye of the Dark Lord, publically, to all Vahla, Isolda was a Chosen of Vahl -- a direct representation of the connection between that of Her people and the Goddess herself. To strike at her would be the greatest offense to the Bogan Goddess of Vahl.

He would be the larger threat, if he would so choose the option of the forked path that would lead to a confrontation between the Vahla's. Her words came from motionless lips in a polyphonic choir of voices.

Y͠ơu̷r p͞a̡t̛h fo͟r͝ks,͏ V͡a͘hla.̵ ̡ C̶hoose̢ wis͘ely.͘ I̕ ͝am a C̡hose͜n of̢ ̨your Go͘dd̢es͟s!̷

 

[Darth Veles]

The shot surprisingly missed its target, making Avreet lower the weapon and stare at the scene in surprise. All blame obviously went to the weapon; an Imperial made weapon wouldn't have failed as this Republic piece of junk. Before even attempting to take aim again, his left eye darted around and widened as the Mon Cal saw the two Mandalorians from earlier looking straight at him. They must have used some sensors in their helmets, which made Force cloak completely useless in this situation. Decloaking, he dropped the rifle and took his trusty lightsabers away, seconds before the two had fired their explosives onto the top of the tree. Since it was too late for telekinesis, both of his lightsabers sprang to life and buried themselves into the tree, cutting it and making it fall to the side of the Mandalorians. Avreet himself hit the ground, covering behind the stump that remained from the tree, hearing as the explosions and whizzing of the flechettes around the stump, though most of them flew into the battlefield.

Before the dust settled, the Sith telekinetically lifted what remained of the tree and hurled it towards the two Mandalorians. Not waiting for the results, he allowed the Force to grant his body a temporary speed boost and darted out of his cover, his blinding speed and the twin lightsabers in his hands offering enough protection against projectiles flying at him. He needed to get closer to @[member="Isabet Kote"] and finish her, once and for all, while circling around her to keep @[member="Strider Garon"] behind her and prevent him from shooting at him.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

@[member="CC-117 Canal"]

Like a dark ghostly shadow, Darth Nepthys went darting to the right in a half circle to avoid the blast of multiple projectiles, but again, a series of three shots managed to hit her against left leg, but did not penetrate the Voduun Skerr Kyrric armor she wore under the fabric of her robes.

During her dart of Force Speed, her hand rose, fingers spread, palm facing the Mandalorian, as energy began to pour down her shoulder and waterfall down her arm, electric current forming into a solid sphere of restrained kinetic energy. Coming to a halt, the Sith pulled back her arm then shot it forward towards the Mandalorian, the ball of Kinetite blasting at his direction, from her position to his right, a solid projectile that has been known to flatten ferrocrete bunkers by Sith Masters. At this close distance, it would be very hard to avoid.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Darth Vornskr"]

The blades collided time and again as the two Djem so practitioners battled. The Sith was obviously a master. Ordo's technique was still rough by comparison. Though the Mandalorians strength was superior the Sith's counters were fast and flawless.

The Sith Lord's crimson blade left smoking gouges in the black beskar plate as he time and again found gaps in Ordo's gaurd. Ordo drew on the force with no interest in light or dark. He used the energy like the tool it was and quickened his speed trying to match the Sith but time would prove to tell it's own tale.

Ordo blocked again at last and stepped forward trying to press the Sith's saber toward his own masked face. If he could get in close he wpuld try and let go with one hand a punch the sith with an armored hand but closeness was a two edged blade against a Master duelist.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The blade of flame and the blade of blood clashed time and time again, sparks of plasma exploding in a shower each time the blades crossed. The Mandalorians was skilled, more skilled than many he had faced of his kind before except a choice few, and Vornskr was pleased by this. Killing the weak and pitiful was all fun and good, but when someone came along and provided a challenge, that was the best. Suddenly the Mandalorian pushed the advance, shoving his blade against the Sith's own, and for a moment Vornskr was startled as the crimson blade cut a thick line against the metal of his black mask. Backing up a few paces with his saber still locked with Ordo's, Vornskr discarded his mask with the Force, flinging the slowly melting piece of durasteel off into the ground. Even though the hood still concealed much of his features, the Mandalorian could make out the strong jawline covered by a course black beard flecked with gray, and the mouth that curled into a snarl of rage and annoyance.

Vornskr pulled back his left hand, holding his lightsaber in his strong right hand, and from his gloved fingertips he unleashed a thick stream of lightning directly at Ordo's midsection.

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Strider Garon]

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[Isabet Denko]

Isabet took a few steps backward as the tree came full pelt at the two. As it began it's descent toward them, she fired the opposite wrist launcher. The metal missile found it's target, somewhere in the centre of its long trunk. As it impacted, the explosive radius propelled the two halves outward. They skidded across the floor, sending a wave of dirt over all three combatants. Followed by the heavy, thundering shower of bark and wood.

Isabet followed the heat signature, momentarily deaf from the loud explosion. Her head pounded from the constant clap of chips binging from her buy'ce. Her fingers curled around the hilt of her beskad, the gloves providing a comforting grip. She found her combatant speeding toward her. In a hasty move, Isabet stepped to the side, swinging her blade for his centre as he sped past her body.

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

 

[Strider Garon]

@[member="Isabet Kote"] was turning out to be a reliable vod as she instinctively shattered to the incoming timber into bits with a precision shot form her rocket. Strider Garon was very impressed but there was no time to show it as the Mon Calamarian sith thrusted through the debris with lightsabers lusting for mando blood.

Kote side stepped her opponent giving Strider time to engage the sith scum working in tandem to over come their advisory. The old hound's beskad wielded in his right hand came to bare upon @[member="Darth Veles"] with a diagonal slash aimed to cleaving the Mon Cal in half.

 

[Darth Veles]

The Mon Cal parried the blow with a strong swing of his right lightsaber upwards, locking the weapons. One of his eyes focused on @[member="Isabet Kote"], while the other remained fixed at @[member="Strider Garon"] to see all of their tricks. The amber orbs burned with fire, though the expression did not change from its typical neutral. Seeing the man approach, the Mon Calamari applied more strength, essentially using his enhanced muscles to overpower the woman and pushing their weapons up, creating room for himself to slip under the weapons and get away from the man, withdrawing his blade from the saber lock and always keeping the female Mandalorian in front of him. Slashing again in an elegant Makashi move, he intentionally hit the woman's weapon with his blade from beneath, using the other lightsaber to defend himself from any incoming attacks while kicking out with his foot to hit the woman's healthy leg and shatter it like the other one. He knew she had to apply most of her weight to it in order to keep up her balance, a thing he would use to make his kick all the more devastating.

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet stumbled a little as the saber lock broke, leaning on her good leg for support. The adrenaline rushing through her body allied with the aid of powerful painkillers seemed to numb the pain. She twisted her body to follow the Sith. Without thinking, Isabet activated her jetpack. The sudden burst of energy shot her up a few feet in the air, avoiding both the blade and his leg. Almost as quickly as she had come up, she was back down again. Landing roughly behind the Mon Cal. Her blade slashed out diagonally toward his shoulder.

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