An Army of Clay, Flesh and Bone

[Strider Garon]

Strider with panther like reflexes would step through @[member="Isabet Kote"] jet wash, determined more the never to end the Mon Cals excuse for an existence. The old warrior would once again attempt to hack at @[member="Darth Veles"] with his falchion style beskad while his counterpart performed a daring but necessary aerobatic maneuver to get behind the enemy. Strider's attack will come from the right shoulder aimed at chopping into the mon calamari's left leg while Kote attacked from his rear. Darth Veles was a smart being for trying to avoid Garon and work on the injured female for Strider was a master of close quarter combat and the Mon Cal wasn't his first saber jokey he had dusted it up with before.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Got her again

Canal saw the Sith force speed to the right and then saw her doing something with her hand. Perfect time to blow her away. Canal grabbed one of his detonators and threw it to the Sith's feet. One second later he saw a lightning projectile being hurled at him. At the same time he jumped backwards and quickly took out his pistol and shot at the detonator which exploded, not knowing if the Sith survived or not. As he jumped he turned to his left so the projectile wouldn't hit his center and took the hit from the projectile. It hurt like hell but it would hurt more than what his left side embraced. He fell and laugh cause of the pain the masochist of a clone was feeling. "Oh the pain. It feels so good!!!!" He got up and was chuckling after what had occurred. The pain gave him more strength, more power. "Don't you see. I'm a masochist. I love pain!!!!" With that he continued to attack the Sith with his blaster rifle after he put away his shotgun. His arm was sore but man the pain feels so good.

@[member="Darth Nephthys"]

 

[Darth Nephthys]

@[member="CC-117 Canal"]

Since the Mandalorian had thrown the detonator just as she sent the mass of solid kinetite at him, the detonator when it exploded met that of the ball of kinetite, directing the bulk of the blast energy away from Sokara. Shrapnel, however, still flung in a blast radius, which some found itself smacking against her armor. A slash of metal cut a crimson line across her left cheek, drawing blood, as the One Sith brought up her saber, only this time, instead of deflecting the bolts away, she used this as an attack to redirect the bolts from his blaster rifle back at him, aimed for his chest, slowly walking back to his original location.

Since he had fallen to the side, this allowed her to move towards the middle again, and back, allowing her to place herself firmly back to back to @[member="Darth Shara"] again.

Listless crimson eyes bore into the tee visor of the Mandalorian, wordless and cold. He might grow stronger with pain, but she was well used to taking a series of hits for her oniisan's survival.

She was a shield. A tank. And she would not back down from her silent duty.

 

[Darth Veles]

Avreet immediately repositioned himself accordingly so the woman would not stand behind his back but to his right side and raised his blades, swinging them upwards to block @[member="Strider Garon"]'s and @[member="Isabet Kote"]'s attacks coming from above, trapped between the two combatants. He locked his weapons with them and stopped their blades from moving thanks to his strength, but only for a brief moment before launching himself backwards, breaking the lock and letting the two Mandalorians continue their attack, only to make them cross their weapons together. Using this opportunity, Avreet went for the woman again, using three fingers on his right hand to telekinetically pull the wounded leg from under her and hopefully literally break it with a strong telekinetic yank so it would not be able to support the woman anymore. His left hand released a burst of Force lightning at the male Mandalorian, the Dark Side would cause terrible pain and most importantly filled him with the corrupting Darkness to course through his body and slowly ravage it from the inside.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Oh yeah. Got her in the face.

He saw the cut and the blood on the Sith's face. He smiled and saw the blaster bolts being deflected at him. He took the hit and barely did any damage to Canal. But since he fell to his side it allowed her to reunite with the other Sith. At this pace we're never gonna exterminate these pests. He called to Preliat, "Hey. Try keeping that sith your facing away from the mute Sith. Its our only shot if we want to beat them." He continued to walk and not fire at the Siths cause he knew that they would be deflected.

@[member="Darth Nephthys"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

Darth Vindica didn't know or care about what the Eye was saying, all that mattered was she lived. Rising to his full hight, the assassin stared down @[member="Ember Rekali"], his own crimson bladed saber springing to life with a hiss. The two were both masters of their fields, but Ember had been like this when they had met him all that time ago, his personal advancement transformation was recent. This equated to Ember having more experience than he, a disadvantage Vindica could've gone without, but he would compensate, he had back up did he not?

After short pause he began walking away from @[member="Darth Isolda"] to confront Rekali head on, or so it seemed. Both were assassins by trade, both would have triks up their sleeve.

 

[Isabet Denko]

Isabet felt her weak leg give way as the weight of his blade withdrew. She tumbled forward onto her knees, sending Strider's body past her own. She felt the tug on her wounded leg, groaning in pain. Her fingers curled around the butt of her automatic rifle. She twisted around on her good leg to face the Mon Cal, her finger squeezed the trigger with no hesitation. The rapid fire that pursued headed straight for his chest. Isabet did not take her eyes of the target, her gun clapping with each bullet that sped through the air.

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

 

[Strider Garon]

The electricity ripped through the mandalorian's body forcing Strider to uncontrollably spasm in pain. In all purposed the old warrior was out of he game, stunned. There was nothing he could do for his muscles would not react the way he wanted them to as the lightening continuously pumped his body with a brilliant light show. It was @[member="Isabet Kote"] who stepped up to the plate and saved the Hound's shebs from being fried.

The sound of automatic fire was music to Garon's ears, the bullets would break the Sith Knight's concentration and release the old mando from certain death. Strider rose from the ground, the smell of burnt flesh and circuits filled his nostrils. His HUD was down giving Strider the instant diagnostic that his system was overloaded by the lightening, even his bionic left arm was not responding to commands. If the Manda was on his side, his systems will be up in a few moments, he didn't want to think of the outcome if they didn't.

Gritting through the pain Strider did the only thing he could do, attack. He rushed forward, sword in hand as his left flailed limply about. The mandalorian swordsman would one again engage the Sith Knight, striking out, slashing and hacking at his opponent with all he had.
@[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[J3C0]

He felt the crushgaunt tighten around his hand and he grinned slightly, the crushing of bone did not seem to bother the Sith Lord, in fact it seemed to invigorate him. With his free hand he slammed his arm into the mandalorians, the plasma torch stopping just short of his face. His massive tree trunk of an arm stopped the man from cutting him, the human couldn't overcome the maelibus' strength.

Then he opened his other palm and as his right hand was crushed his left began to do the rights work. Massive intricately powerful sparks of Sith Lightning poured from his other hand as well as the right. Sheer power flowing from the Maelibus and his hands.

With the force he noted the return of his shield, though he said nothing to her, too focused on the task at hand.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Darth Vornskr"]

The deadly dance of close quarters combat was one Ordo knew well. The thrill of the fight, the clash of blades, and the feeling of the adrenalin coursing through his veins. No narcotic was a match for the taste of battle and if the opponent were worthy the taste was sweet.

Ordo felt the rush of the force tangled with adrenalin as the black mask was split and cast aside. The Sith's bearded chin showed and Ordo clearly understood the snarl that crossed the Sith's lips.

Ordo raised his left hand to bathe the Sith with flames but evidently they thought the same. Ordo was just a hairs breadth to slow as the lighting sprung from the Sith's fingers and struck Ordo in the midsection. He would have blocked it with his blade had it not been pressed to the Sith's. Ordo jerked his head and arms back as the force electricity coursed through his body causing his muscles to respond.

"Grrrrrrrrrrah," Ordo groweled as he tried to force his body to obey his mind. He tried to pull his Orange blade into the stream to break the flow as he slowly dropped to an armored knee. The battle was not over not yet.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

With Vindica occupied Alexandra began making her way down the ridge side after placing her rifle back on the speeder's side. Moving with care she landed softly on the ground and looked towards the rock that @[member="Darth Isolda"] was behind and started that way, her guard was dead and her last barrier was fighting the newcomer, it wasnt like Alexandra wanted to fight the woman though, no she had done enough fighting for now. Coming up on the far side of the rock well away from @[member="Darth Vindica"] and @[member="Ember Rekali"], Alexandra spoke after coming within two meters of the Sith.

"Hello, it seems we are after something that i heard about, do you happen to know how to get there?" She kept her sabers at her side unactivated and attached to her belt, her hands remained out to her sides, showing she meant no hostility for now and she even gave teh woman a low bow until she saw her. Let the power crazed men fight, she was here for the history and siding with the Sith was far more profitable in this moment, well that is unless Isolda attacked her, and its not like she would know Alex was the shooter unless she had somehow seen it was here. But hey, she would have never gotten this close if she hadn't killed the guards.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

High above the battlefield, a lone shape stalked the field. Arrbi Betna, alor of clan Betna, had opted to provide overwatch and air support for the engagement. At first he'd doubted it'd be needed, but wanted to play it safe. Now, however, it was apparent that his 'play it safe' routine was a good shot after all.

Betna listened to the comm chatter through the commlink on his bes'uliik fighter and frowned beneath his helmet. The Mandos were having trouble on the offensive and had become bogged down. From the sounds of it, some were getting their shebs kicked. From the lack of comm chatter from Preliat, Betna figured he'd place the young kid in that category for now, though he was far, far from the only one in that listing.

Shrugging and sighing to himself, he pulled the fighter from the high patrol altitude he'd set on earlier and pulled the nose down. It was dark, near pitch black, which made it hard to see who was who on the ground. Thankfully, finding the fighting wasn't that hard from the blaster shots, slug thrower fire, and the occasional lick of flame. Betna flipped through his vision settings until he settled on thermal vision, then superimposed his IFF for the Mandos on the ground over the imaging.

As he came in closer, his engines howling and the atmosphere shrieking past his cockpit, Betna realized he was right. The Mandos weren't just bogged down, they were nearly stopped cold. He reached over and flipped a couple switches on the control panel, arming the two presents mounted to the weapon points underneath the starfighter. While the bes'uliik starfighter was capable of air superiority, it was also capable as a planetary bomber craft or a long range fighter among many other roles, depending on the weapons mounted.

"Codpiece, Codpiece," Betna said into his commlink, hoping that Preliat would remember the callsign that was assigned to him and his troops. "This is buy'ce. Fire mission, Danger Close. Say again, Danger Close."

Betna brought the starfighter in line with the center of the formation and held it steady, despite the winds and slight shuddering in the control yoke. This was a typical bombing run for him. He'd time it right and drop one just ahead and one just in the middle of the fighting. With inertia and travel time, he'd hit the front and back of the engagement area and the splash damage would cover the entire battlefield.

He watched his altimeter and kept an eye on his bomb sights, occasionally flicking his eyes to the fight below to maintain target. As he hit the first mark, he flipped the trigger, releasing the first bomb. Another flip of the trigger at the second mark and the last bomb fell.

Unlike amateurs, experienced pilots kept with the line of the terrain for a short while, then pulled up. This was partly so that any rear facing holocameras, or tail gunners, could confirm the targets hit, but also to make it harder for ground based AA to chew up the fighter, not that Betna was worried that the beskar armor plating would fail, however.

Behind him, two 500lbs flame-carpet warheads fell, detonated, and covered the entire engagement area in a white hot, sticky inferno of death...

@[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Isabet Kote"] @[member="Darth Veles"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Mac O Shenanigans"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Darth Nephthys"] @[member="Mason Ordo"] @[member="Tiiona"] @[member="Darth Shara"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

@Vaelokin @Tiiona @[member="Darth Shara"] @[member="Darth Veles"] @[member="Darth Nephthys"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Edit: Alex, for some reason your tags didn't work, so I didn't notice your post until later. Editing in a reply.

TO ALL ONE SITH

Pitch black eyes went swiveling to the voice behind her, meeting that of the Lightsider. Her aura was shifting in hues of gray and blue, like a summer stormy sky.

"T҉he͢ ̨ẁi͞ll ̵o̷f ͠t͏h͞e Ǵod̨des͏s͞ ͝shall̴ ̛b́e d̶one,͢"̵ ͠ ͡ came her reply, polyphonic voices coming from a delicate throat and resonating with power.

"Sh҉e̴ hás a͜ ͢pla̡n.̴ ́ A̡ ̶D́e͞s͏t͝i̧ny͢.̸"͞ ̶ she said, staring at the woman, power radiating out of her as the Oracle studied the woman, "F͜o̴r ͟yo҉u͏."͡

Then, as @[member="Darth Vindica"] move towards the heretic Vahla, The Eye of the Dark Lord once again submersed herself into the mediation necessary for her Force Visions to swim through her mind. She needed to ensure the One Sith were one step ahead, to determine just what outside forces would bring about a change in the environment.

She did not have to wait long before shadows danced within the depths of her mind, her pitch black eyes snapping wide open at the shifting image of liquid fire raining from the heavens.

In an instant, the Oracle translated this vision to the rest of the One Sith, so they would have mere seconds head notice of just what was to come. This would provide them the ample amount of opportunity to go into defensive maneuvers, giving them that edge they would need to hopefully survive the aerial strike.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

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

In an instant, the Darth saw the images dance within her mind, and off in the distance roared the hum of engines. Without hesitation, Sokara whirled as close to the Maelibus as she could and then, she braced her feet and came to a stop. She deactivated the saber, tucking it to the metallic clip at her waist and clasped her palms together just as the aerial strike went under way, that shimmering purple barrier enveloped both Shara and herself.

A wordless grunt came from her parted crimson lips as she visibly shook under the immense concentration required for her to maintain this particular sphere of protection. Her body visibly shook, beads of sweat trailing down her temples and soaking into her hair. Her muscles and concentration strained, for she put the entirety of her focus to ensure that the firestorm outside would not touch her or Darth Shara.

Vertigo came to her, and a warm wetness began to trail over her mouth to fall in crimson drops on the floor. Her nose was bleeding, and she could taste the sanguine liquid as her lips parted, blood tainting her teeth as she became the literal shield that protected the two One Siths.

 

[Darth Naomi]

Tiiona's eyebrows would slowly rise in an awkward surprise as she saw the claymore wielding Mandalorian weer off course. As stated before, she had stepped out of the cover and was now in the open, some distance from the steel crate that hid her previously, waiting for the majestic slash of the giant blade. It might have been her dark clothing in this night environment, or something else wrong with the guy, but he obviously was more interested in slide-ramming the crate than attacking the Sith before him. Given this awful opportunity she should not deny, Tiiona would pull the slug-thrower again and aiming at the center of the sliding space Viking, @[member="Mac O Shenanigans"], time the shot just as he impacted the crate. Blast from the explosive round would cover the small area around the create, enough to sever the sight between the two, well the physical sight anyway. At the exact moment, the girl did not really bother about the result of her shot, for the situation with her fellow Sith @[member="Darth Veles"] was more interesting to her, as he was dealing with two, although obviously injured, Mandalorians.

Just as lightning from the Sith lit the scene and reflected on Tiiona's white eyeballs, her mind would register a new set of images, visions granted by her dark mistress. Prophecy of death from above, fire covering the base and people set ablaze. Not exactly in favor of going out this way, the female Sith would put her mind in an overdrive, trying to conjure her way out of this and pretty soon she'd find her answer, the reason she was in the base at all - her ship. Taking a swift lunge forward she would plot her way there in her mind, the ship was parked on the outskirts of the base, which was luckily just around the corner. Shifting her attention to the Mon Cal, she would gesture to follow, but the choice was ultimately his, for there were others around and they might be more likely to successfully protect him. To make his disengage more likely the Miraluka would unload two more explosive shots, each aimed at @[member="Isabet Kote"] and @[member="Strider Garon"] respectively, hopefully disabling them, or at least staggering with enough dust and thunder.

Running around the corner she would dive into her ship. Using her natural force sight to determine if the other Sith was coming with, she would either wait for him to get aboard or not and close the hatch. The firestorm would happen about the time Tiiona touched the controls, the ship's shields taking the brunt of the blow and heat as she attempted a lift off. But trying that when stuff was exploding nearby tended to make it unsuccessful. After being shook by the flames the ship slammed into the ground some couple hundred meters away from where it was previously parked. The engines were mostly shut, shields only partially functioning, but she still had comms and sensors. Honestly, this was all the fleet's fault. What the hell were they doing up there if the Mandalorians were keep being allowed ship at the surface. They were doing a sloppy work, really. Sending the sensor data to the fleet, Tiiona would open the hatch and step outside. The camp didn't look good, but what did look good were a few squadrons of fighters in the night sky, emerging from the clouds, hopefully enough to prevent any more bombing. At the same time, although this the Miraluka would not see, the fleet would assume a new position in orbit, a blockade, to make sure no more random ships got to the surface, not without having to deal with massive firepower first.

Spoiler

@[member="Darth Nephthys"] @[member="Darth Isolda"] @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Darth Shara"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Darth Vindica"] @[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Mason Ordo"] @[member="Vaelokin"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Miarta"]

 

[Darth Veles]

It almost a moment of victory, Avreet could feel it. The Dark Side pouring from his left hand would eventually completely disable @[member="Strider Garon"] and leave him either seriously injured or dead, definitely defeated. Unfortunately for the Sith, @[member="Isabet Kote"] fell on her knees before he could completely twist her broken leg in a wrong direction and make her unable to walk. She'd still have trouble with getting up and walking, though, leaving her almost immobile as long as she tried to walk on her own. Unfortunately for the Mon Calamari, he had not accounted for her rifle, which she took and rained fire upon him. Forced to defend himself with both of his lightsabers, he was no longer able to channel the Dark Side out of his fingers, setting the Mandalorian free of his dark grasp. Blaster bolts were wildly deflected in all directions in front of him, a very small portion even flying at both Mandalorians. The onslaught of fire did not last long though; unless Isabet continued shooting as her Mandalorian comrade stepped in the way of her shots as he charged at the Sith. Avreet could not help but notice his left arm has been disabled by his Force lightning...

Blocking the first attack with both of his lightsabers, stopping the Mandalorian's slash, Darth Veles massed the Force in his legs and jumped back, gaining distance between him and his opponents while turning around and running, searching through the Force and trying to find a safe place to hide. The Sith from earlier, @[member="Tiiona"], gestured at him to follow her. He had no other choice, so he ran after his fellow Sith, two shots flying past him towards his opponents. Entering the ship after her, he closed the hatch and sealed them in the insides of the ship, hoping its shields and plating would be enough to protect them against the heat and explosions. Avreet hated the feeling of being unable to do anything, leaving him no other option than to wait for the results. The whole ship suddenly shook and his sensitive skin could feel the heat increasing, though it all stopped just as suddenly as it started. Breathing out in relief, the Mon Calamaru turned to his fellow Sith who had saved him numerous times. "Thank you." Avreet said with a slight bow of his head to show his appreciation. Getting outside, he hoped his foes lied in a mound of ash and body parts, or at least severely injured. If only he would have prepared for the Mandalorians better! Not expecting them all to wear lightsaber resistant armor had almost cost him his life.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra watched the battle field from the same place as @[member="Darth Isolda"], well out of harm's way as she stood there curious into who would become the victor. "And that destiny is what exactly if i might ask miss lady of the sith, and do forgive the skepticism that i am most likely going to show in face of your prophecy, I dont really trust sith too well." Alexandra crossed her hands behind her and craned her neck in Isolda's direction before speaking again, her voice soft yet sure in her words. "Oh, and what is it you guys are heading after in the first place, a band of Sith Lords and Knights are an uncommon sight anywhere, especially on a world with no one to oppress."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

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

With Vindica between him and the other Vahla, Ember couldn't quite follow through with his first instinct, which was to Force Light the destiny right out of Isolda. Some people claimed Force Light could trump anything Dark Side, which was idiocy in his mind, but it was pretty fething good in the right situation. Behind him, the ground turned to fire for several square miles, as Arrbi Betna deployed flame carpets on the main engagement. Flame carpets. Thing of beauty.

The man in helmetless beskar'gam didn't even blink, let alone turn to look. The inferno behind him sucked in air, pulling wind from all around, carrying the scent of Isolda and Vindica on the breeze. Ember's nostrils flared. His right toe dug into the earth, and he bolted for Vindica, bearing left so that their right sides would face each other. His sabre chopped out low for Vindica's knee, a feint to draw the Sith's guard low; instead he went for a decapitating cut.

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac was fully expecting the crate to hit the Sith woman. "Osik!" Mac swore as he looked around, normally his 'gut' didn't lead him astray. As Mac scan the area two things occurred. First was Arrbi Betna's transmission of close air support. The second, was Mac's mistake of standing still. An explosive round similar to the one that struck Strider impacted over Mac's right pectoral.

The blast knocked him to the ground and his claymore clattered at his feet. "Feirfek!" Mac grabbed at his chest, the ribs underneath bruised if not cracked. His Beskar'gam held up though, with a slight flattening where the round hit, however the paint and been scorched and some blown off.

Mac looked up, and didn't see Tiiona anywhere near. He would have searched for her, but the impending air strike was approaching fast. Doing the first thing that came to mind, Mac grabbed his claymore and resheathed it on his back as he looked for cover. Maybe his 'gut' instinct had been correct after all as the crate he kicked had busted open. Quickly, Mac emptied it out and found he could wedge himself in, either it would withstand the blast or be his coffin...

He had just slammed the crate lid back down when the explosion hit, crumpling and tossing the crate with Mac inside. On one hand the blast had crimped the lid shut, and withstood the force of the explosion. On the other, well, it got launched several hundred meters, bashing and battering Mac inside. Now besides his ribs, Mac was sore all over, and that only made him mad. The crate provided a stubborn resistance as he kicked himself out from the inside, finally knocking a side off. Rolling out of the makeshift bomb shelter that did little more than keep him alive, Mac groaned on the ground in pain. Activating his comms, he sent a message out, "For t'e love of Manda Arrbi, your going to owe me quite a few drinks after t'is, or at least let me kick you in t'e s'ebs a few times..."

Spoiler

@[member="Darth Nephthys"] @[member="Darth Isolda"] @[member="Alexandra Cinthra"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Darth Shara"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Darth Vindica"] @[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Mason Ordo"] @[member="Vaelokin"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"] @[member="Darth Praelior"] @[member="Miarta"] @[member="Tiiona"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Isabet Kote"] @[member="Darth Veles"]

 

[Strider Garon]

The crafty darjettii took off like a jack rabbit cracked out on speed. The old hound would of continued pursuit but a wall of inferno flames of all the hells combine was closing in on him and @[member="Isabet Kote"]. Death was not in Strider's cards today and nor was he gonna allow that for his attractive female comrade. "NARI IS'IKA!!!!" Strider roared with desperation in his voice as ran towards the woman, pointing his hands signaling for he to jump and jet the frak out of there.

"Frak frak frak!" The old man growled to himself as he prayed to the manda for his systems to restart, "Come on don't you fail me now"

Then bang his Jet pack ignited and he was flying skywards with the deadly inferno sweeping the grounds below him.