Attack Of The Dead Sith - Razing Mandalore | TSE Dom of Mandalore

[Funami Teriyaki]

That was no kid.

Morgan thought that, in his younger days, when his reflexes and instincts alike were sharp, he would have seen right through Sullivan’s lies. The same could not be said about the little girl though. Part of him still could not believe the cute little creature who appeared nothing like Sith was about to deliver his death. His gaze found her face again. That smile. That oily, drippy, disingenuous smile. It was the kind of smile poisoners used to charm their unwitting victims into taking one last sip of wine.

Ice blue eyes regarded the strangest Sith he had ever seen with a mixture of fear and uncertainty. She had the appearance of a small child and the power of something from Morgan’s nightmares. Terrible dreams full of cloaked figures wielding blades of scarlet energy. A veteran, he had faced Sith before, long ago when everything was different. Feeling the unseen rush of power seize his body triggered the ancient fear that had been within him since the war.

Barely a word passed Morgan’s lips when he felt his throat pinched closed by a negligent gesture of the child’s hand. “I was promised a fair trial--!” He managed to gasp out, trying to fight against the small-statured brat’s malevolent will.

“You've just had it!” The pink-haired demon scoffed and raised a hand. The Dark side grabbed the prisoner by the throat and lifted him high. His breath was squeezed out of him slowly. Too slowly. He had time to feel every stretched-out moment of panic as he struggled to force even the tiniest trickle of air into his lungs. When he was close to passing out again, he was dropped to the floor in a heap.

She was playing with childishly innocent cruelty.

“But why have you done this?” Morgan cried, struggling to speak as his lungs hungrily feasted on oxygen. His strong, powerful voice had turned into a desperate pleading. Tears trickled down his dirty cheeks. “Why have you deliberately trapped me?”

A cruel, mocking smile curled the corners of the girl’s lips. “The best way to eliminate civilian resistance is to lure it into the open. You fell for the bait.” The child raised a hand, preparing to end it in one flick of a finger, and then, allowing herself a final moment to savor the fear in her victim, added, “Too bad.”

A snap of her fingers sent a sharp, stabbing pain through Morgan’s neck. Suddenly his face no longer rested in the dirt but watched the sky. The patter of rain hammered at his eyes and Morgan no longer had the power to shut his eyelids closed. Then the unbearable agony spilled into the rest of the body, rendering the old Mandalorian completely motionless as he watched the storm through a small, closing window of consciousness.

Morgan's corpse twitched once, then went forever still.

 

[Salara Zambrano]

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"And may they die a warrior's death..." Salara's voice echoed a sentiment shared not just by the Mandalorians but by the Epicant. Her voice was just audible enough to be carried through battle. Part of her cared for Yasha and the other part wished this had ended in any other way but blood, it was not to be so. Instead, she knew there was honor in fighting for your clan. She prayed that their souls would find peace with Manda knowing that they perished in battle for their home. Mandalorians were not defined by a planet, they were a nomadic group and perhaps this would remind them of these roots, however painful it may be. Salara spun - seemingly sidestepping one blade while feeling the purchase of another as it grazed across her side.

Her lightsaber was of little use, the Mandalorians were well prepared. Instead, she would have to rely on a short vibrosword and her handbow, it brought her back to the very early days with Kaine. When they fought side by side and as her sword clashed with a drawn beskad the woman sensed the Emperor's presence within the Force. She was drawing closer to him, to her husband and her sons. Sarlow she thought to herself and wondered where the boy who bore her name had gone. Last reported sightings had him near the palace grounds at least, and so she wondered - hoped that he had not been far.

Whilst Alvarex regained his strength the man would make his attempt to escape the tunnels. An unnatural howl was heard and for a moment the lad wondered if the Mandalorians had kept pets in their mines. Until he realized it was most likely his accursed brother - the younger of the two refused to acknowledge that he would need his brother's help. His stubbornness lasted but a second. A scowl crawled along his face, as he placed his hands along with the rubble and debris and began to move a piece - a blinding pain reminded him of his broken body.

Too much energy exerted would result in further harm being done.

So he waited.

Salara's guards moved with her slaying any that may cross her path and in the distance the appearance of a dire wolf with a pack of dogs. Wordlessly she and her contingent pushed forward with haste. It wouldn't take long for them to find the remnants of the palace grounds. Kaine's presence was strongest here, "proceed with caution, among the trapped will be enemies of the Sith. Kill those who are defiant, help those who are willing."

Alvarex could not hear the contingent of soldiers but he could sense his family's presence within the Force it was stronger now. There was yet another howl this time much closer and soon, Sarlow had found his brother. He looked over his shoulder to check that no one else would see the transformation from wolf to man. "Hold still Alv." Sarlow steadied his brother and examined the debris before carefully lifting them off as to not cause any more harm or provoke any other dangers. While Sarlow worked the debris around his brother - Salara allowed her bond with Kaine to guide her.

"There you are..." Her voice would reach him before she would, Salara looked at the debris to determine how best to reach her husband as a set of guards descended alongside her. "Careful," she reminded the guards who would work diligently to free the Emperor as the Empress found a path to him. She knelt down and began to pick at the rubble around him before placing her head against his. A moment of silence would fall between them while the guards worked, the silence was broken by Sarlow who carried an injured Alvarex over his shoulder.

"He'll be alright, gonna get him topside - lots of internal bleedin' I reckon." Sarlow gave a nod to his father before working with the Crownguard contingent.

She gave Sarlow a nod and looked on Alvarex's form her heart broke to see her boy in such a shape. Alvarex raised head enough so that his gaze would meet with his mother's and then his attention turned to his father. Salara acknowledged her sons and turned to her husband, "suspect we'll be digging many from these ruins, my love." A rather astute and somber observation body parts would be more common than whole. Carnifex was badly injured and as the debris was removed one by one it became more and more noticeable. Then she looked around and found that there would only be more heartbreak. "Let's get you home." She remarked if to remind herself that for many this world was home and that had security had been ripped away. Panatha suffered much in the same way, but her emotions and empathy would fall deaf here. Salara worked to help her husband as best she could - he had been right, there was much that needed to be done.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Kascalion Giedfield"] | [member="Invicta Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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With every passing minute, the Emperor tested his returning strength.

He moved objects, small at first, growing larger as the comfortability of true power returned to his being. He was certain that with enough time, and enough healing, he could have dug himself clear of this pit. Fortunately, it was not something he need do. There was a rumble and a commotion overhead, tufts of dust swirling down to fall upon his head as pieces of the debris was pulled away from the wreckage covering where he sat.

A sunbeam struck down to temporarily blind him, his left hand rising to shield his unadjusted eyes for the moment. When his eyes grew accustomed to the light, they at first beheld the face of his dearest love; that of his first, and chief, wife, Salara.

"I had wondered what was taking you so long," the Emperor smarmed, "I had almost started a new life in this mine." The brief interlude of flippancy passed as quickly as it came, a pair of Crownguard helping their Emperor from the rubble and holding him up so that he would not have to walk on his shattered legs. Though incapable of feeling the agony his body was suffering, he could internally hear the sound of his broke bones scraping against one another as gravity pushed them down as he was righted up.

"Not yet, sazil. Fetch me a palanquin. When the fighting is done, assemble our forces beyond Sundari and bring me the leaders of all the Mandalorians clans who have allied with the Empire, and those we have captured; if any."

[member="Salara Zambrano"] | [member="Kascalion Giedfield"] | [member="Invicta Zambrano"]​

 

[Constantinius Zambrano]

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When word had reached Constantinius that reinforcements had finally arrived, a sense of relief had entered his mind. For the last few days, he'd been containing the remaining mandalorians within the ruined capital Sundari. He also felt relieved upon hearing word from one of the Crownguard that his father had been retrieved alive, and had sent out the call to assemble all Sith forces outside the capital to await his arrival. Constantinius had prepared a suitable location for the rendezvous at his war camp, where rows upon rows of tents, latrines and other essential services for his legion of Paradisum Auxilia troops were located, while he kept his best physicians on hand to treat his father upon his arrival. From above, his Sovereign Elite-class Battlecruiser, the Pride of Magnus, descended from orbit, hovering just above Sundari to provide aerial protection, unleashing swarms of fighters from it's hangar bay to patrol the skies and eliminate any lingering resistance below.

Constantinius emerged from his lavish command tent, the grime and dried blood from days of battle noticeable even on his resplendant suit of powered armour. He'd had a multitude of captured Mandalorians brought out for display, stripped of their pride and their beskar armour. The fate of all who would dare take up arms against the Empire. His legion had gathered as well, stood proudly in formation to await the Emperor's arrival. Constantinius was proud of their efforts, for they have proven their worth to him. This triumph over Mandalore itself would be the lynchpin of his future conquests for the Sith Empire, he thought to himself.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Salara Zambrano"]
[member="Invicta Zambrano"]
[member="Kascalion Giedfield"]

 

[Corran Watts]

PIC: [member="Lyris Vyrehl"]​

Location: Sundari​

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Something was stirring in him that he could not quite explain. Only moments before he had been quaking in fear, but now, he felt courage rising up from out of nowhere. He could not explain it, almost as if something else was taking over his body, but the calming words of the woman in front of him seemed to be bringing it up from within him. He was not sure if it was just her, or, if he just needed someone to push him for whatever the feeling was inside of him to rise up. The stronger it became the more that fear was pushed to the wayside, to the back of his head, still clawing to come forward but the bravery was beginning to overpower the cowardice. The only thing he could do in that moment was feel relieved. Relief at the fact that he had more inside of him than he had first anticipated. Of course, there was more to it than that, but considering the circumstances he would have to reflect on it at another time.

"Right, work to do!" He spoke seriously and he stood to his feet, probably a little too confident, as before he could say anything else the ground began to shake and he looked towards where the disturbance was coming from. "Ohhhh..... that doesn't look promising." He motioned with his eyes as a giant walker towered above the city and a lone Mandalorian stood atop it. "Maybe we go in a different direction?"

He raised his eyebrows before something inside of him told him to duck. He shot down and above his head flew a blaster shot. Followed by another, then another, and he felt them. There was a group of defending soldiers that had come upon their position while the two were talking. It seemed they were seizing the opportunity presented by the walker to charge them. For a moment, the fear began to snake its way back up into him, but this time he was able to shove it down. He had a partner, and she knew what she was doing, and without thinking or knowing what he was doing he stood up and braced himself behind a piece of debris and returned fire at them. He was not able to hit any of them, but really, it was to buy them some time. Quickly he pulled his rifle back and ducked back down behind the piece of debris.

"I assume you know how to handle them?" There were about 7 he had counted, they were set up in a similar position on the other side of the two. A clink was heard and his eyes looked down, a grenade had landed in their little area. Without thinking, he thrust his hand out and with the force grabbed it, and he chucked it in the opposite direction. A smarter person would have sent it back, but all he could think of was to get it away, and soon after an explosion was heard. He smiled to himself, for the first time doing something that was a little helpful.

 

[Charlyra Araano]

Time, time felt endless at that very moment. The sunlight taunted Charlyra this she swore as she waited to slowly regain her strength. She heard the shouts of those above but could not discern if they were friendly or not. She attempted to reach for her holocommunicator but discovered that it was not on her person and instead some distance away. Silently she cursed whatever deity came to her lips, using the flippant rage that occurred she pulled the Force on more and managed to at least get the debris to budge.

Charlyra sighed and focused again getting it to budge a little more. It was then as she tried to physically move the debris that the physical pain spiked. Jaw clenched tight as she breathed through the pain a hand over the piece she pushed it once, and again to get it to move off her leg. There was relief as it was no longer applying pressure but the grizzly scene that remained told her that getting up was not going to be easy.

More shouts above drew Charlyra's attention it was then she could see a glimpse of armor but it was hard to say who it belonged to. It was when she got a better look from a legionnaire who rounded the gap to assess the situation that she was sure. "Legionnaire!" She shouted but it came out more of a whisper, her throat dry - cracked on the word.

He happened to look down and then called for his squad, "hang on!" He shouted down and rushed away, and in due time the Legionnaires reappeared and it was then she could see the color of the armor. The 421st had finally reached her, but now the question remained; where was Darth Avacyn?

[member="Kaalia Pavanos"]

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

It was a weird thing to think that even though a behemoth of a monster, something created in some darkened lab with no love or life, paled in comparison to peaking Jorryn's interest that the pleasant girl accompanying her did. Of course the Inquisitor wanted to know more about him, but every sign in [member="Evelynn"]'s face told the Echani that there was something more to her.

Something that Jorryn wanted to uncover.

"Someone just as charming I hope." Teasing the Zambrano even as a glassy look took over her visage. It was either someone from long ago or not long enough.

Unfortunately the Echani's charming visage cracked as the blonde knelt downwards towards the mangled corpse that her "brother" had recently finished with, fondling the corpse like a child with a new toy. Jorryn hardly had a weak stomach for death, but she never understood the perverse curiosity that many of her fellow Sith did with it. Everyone dies and that's the end, simple as that.

More surprises came as words and titles poured faster through the innocent looking girl's lips, information that might prove useful.

The Beast Tamer of the Cauldron...

A mental note was tucked away somewhere deep in the Inquisitor's mind as she stretched her neck and freed the handkerchief from it's department in her collar, always one to be prepared for a mess. It wouldn't do for a daughter of the Empire to be caught with her hands covered in crimson, the girl's arm dripping with blood.

"Well my dear..." A lull in her tone as she gently took her companions hand in her own and raised it slightly, the silk cloth wiping away the blood from her dainty digits. "When weapons become dull or rusty, or become unreliable in any way..." She continued in long strokes down the forearm of her blonde companion, continuing to stare downwards. "We create new ones to replace them," With a last flourish to throw any droplets of blood away from the cloth Jorryn took the Zambrano's hand, staring her at her emerald eyes as she held it with both of her own.

"And I always make sure I have the newest and shiniest ones."

A devilish smirk came from the Inquisitor as she lead both of their gazes towards [member="Drachau Zambrano"] as he lumbered his way back towards the girls, slyness in the Echani's eyes as she gave on last whisper to Evelynn before turning to greet the creature.

"And with them I dismantle all the past failures."

Her impish grin completely faded into an annoyed grimace as the beast now flanking her saw fit to address the silver-haired Sith directly, his words leaving her unsure if he had the capability of insulting her.

"The Saaraisash's job does not end because a battle has been won," Unable to catch the venom in her tone as much as she wanted, the Inquisitor was at least able to prevent herself from calling the thing "beast". Small victories. "I am here to ensure that the Will of the Empire is carried out. As. Are. You." It probably wasn't the most tactful way of dealing with the situation, but if some animal like this could speak down to her then she couldn't call herself a true Sith.

 

[Kascalion Giedfield]

***Location: Sundari, Mandalore
Objective: Recover and Watch
Star Date: c. 859, before Mandalorian Invasion of Kashyyyk
Allies: Salara Zambranohttp://starwarsrp.net/user/16626-salara-zambrano/ | Invicta Zambrano | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Constantinius Zambrano"] | TSE
Enemies: Mandalorians
Themex)***

Some Short Time Later.

The Ashen Devil grunted deeply as he sutured his own wounds shut with needle and thread, blood trickling down his arms in thin rivers. The surgery was primitive, almost barbarically show considering the extent of his powers, but effective in the short term. They would fully heal eventually.

The several Mandalorians who had ambushed the man as he attempted to locate Carnifex, a feat performed by the venerable Salara Zambrano, had impressively harmed him, Beskad and blaster finally tasting his flesh. Most fell to his whip, and thus only a few survived. With injuries. The Devil Lion, perturbed by this but not infuriated, rounded the surviving warriors up and later placed them into the groups of others at the campsite set up by Carnifex's titanic son, Constantinius.

Constantinius. A creature with more ego than sense at the worst of times, but here he had excelled. The camp was fully guarded and well defended by result, and was, thankfully for the Ashen Devil, easy to spot as he marched with his captives.

Kascalion would depart the decently sized tent he had commandeered, armorless and weaponless, clad only in a pair of Shata leather pants and Durasteel-toed boots, the marks of a thousand battles on his chest and back borne to any and all gazing eyes. As he walked through the dust and dirt, the sounds of orders and machines of war and finalizing domination echoed in his ears like sharp whistles. The sounds of an Empire victorious.

"Clear that path for the walkers!"

"Stay in line! If you try to run, you will be shot!"

"Make sure enough food has been prepared!"

"We need medical attention for these soldiers, hurry up!"

An Empire at work. Just another day. Another bad deal for the foes of Carnifex. Kascalion ran a calloused hand over his mouth and twirled his index finger through the threads of his beard that had taken on an untamed status in recent weeks, his mind alight with questions and questions. How the days would go for the Mandalorian people after this war was lost to even the vastly knowledgeable Kascalion, who recalled the events of the Mandalorian Wars, how the loss of Mandalore the Ultimate and the Mask demoralized the people so greatly that most became mercenaries and simple bounty hunters. Without the Mask, without their leader, they were lost.

How would the loss of their entire homeworld bode for them?

Kascalion pondered this as he personally approached Constantinius for the first time, his display of prisoners a clear example of his dedication towards appearances. The Ashen Devil would say nothing to the man, save for a curt greetings, and adopted a patient stance, awaiting the arrival of Emperor Carnifex. Awaiting the end to this whole affair.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

Someone just as charming I hope...

A brief sharp laugh erupted from her in response to the woman's words, it was a startling sound and buried deep within was just the barest hint of tragedy. Oh, wouldn't it have been typical for her to escape one cruel mistress only to end up in the arms of another? If she didn't laugh she might have cried instead.

So imagine the woman's surprise following that train of thought when her escort took it upon herself to grasp her crimson-stained hand. There was an expectation of punishment, as if Evelynn thought that the Echani would begin to snap her fingers one-by-one in cruel sequence. It was written upon her face, a brief recoil and a grit of the teeth in anticipation. Then it shifted, twisting from an expectation to a craving in one swift moment, the barest perverse smile forming at the edge of her lips.

“Oh.”

What was this? What she doing? Wiping away the blood? Another change of features as mild puzzlement was now fixed upon Evelynn's face. It was a peculiar moment of tenderness that was completely foreign for the woman tinged with mild amusement stemming from the notion that the Emperor's daughter was not to be caked in crimson. If only she knew. All in due time.

She stared down at the pair of hands holding her own, a strange tingling sensation beginning to form at the back her head. Warm skin, soft to the touch. Not malicious. It was moderately pleasurable, but not in a way she had ever experienced before. It was... pleasant.

Thankfully the moment was somewhat offset by her words, softly spoken but cold and calculating in design. Where was this woman's limit? How far did the notion of weapons and tools for a purpose extend? To the Mandalorians? To her monstrous sibling? To Evelynn herself? What would have been her use? Malevolent thoughts began to flow from her mind and out of her mouth.There was an urge there, a morbid curiosity.

“And how would yo-”

Drachau cut off her words before they could be revealed. A small mercy as it gave Evelynn a moment to centre herself once more, it was important to reign such lunacy in.

It was a curious interaction, the Inquisitor and the Beast. It was evidently clear to the woman that there was a notion of disdain there, the hierarchy in this conversation was obvious. He was the newest, shiniest weapon. Peculiar. Although his capacity for slaughter was beyond human it wasn't as if her brother was a mindless savage. Well-spoken with his own curiosities. There was more to him than what the Echani saw, but she would not object to those views in public.

“Efficient,” she mused to herself with a wry smile, as if there was some kind of joke that only Evelynn herself was in on.

“You must grow tired of talking shop, so to speak,” the woman interjected politely, deciding that it would be safe practice to ensure that she was indeed not becoming familiar with the next Nemene Talith, “I must concede that you interest me. Tell me about yourself, beyond the role of Inquisitor. Who are you?”

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[member="Drachau Zambrano"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]

 

[Darth Assimilus]

First there was only darkness and then as I stepped forth out of the void pocket that encompassed my body, I was forced to squeeze through. Static, crackles and electric discharge surging amidst the air playing its tune to my hearts content. It was the sympathy and I was its director. It was my weapon and I? Its wielder. It had been quite some time since I had last seen the moral plane but as of now every goal I had set was no met. Rejuvenated and set a fresh I basked in the the ruin that was Sundari and closed my eyes. To properly feel gusts of wind, to smell in the ruin of my enemies. I allowed the momment to over take my senses briefly. A simple endulgence of pleasure. For far too long I had been without simple delights of the flesh due to the darksides ill effects on my body, But now? Now after I had bathed in knowledge and been re-birthed? I considered myself a god walking amongst mere morals.

Scurrying back and forth wasa display of armored ants. Fiddling and playing with their toys and weapons. They dared call their own actions self-defense. They had nothing and would now die with nothing, For I did not return simply re-birthed but also with a substance. Power. Adorning my head was nothing short of what I considered to be my crown. An ancient helm bound by alchemical leathers, metals and bone. From it I could already feel the darkside swelling within waiting my command to be unleashed. Waves of twisted steam rising into the air. Fusion on a spiritual level.

Can you feel it? You should.

Tilting my crowned head to the sky I beamed to the heavens above. Blues shifted to grey, then to blacks. Cloud impregnated with the sorrows of the deceased now yearned for release. Their wish was granted in the form of heavy rain. Lightning to quick for the eye to see danced across the sky and thunder roared to muffle the ever present sounds that accompanied the horrors of war.

" Its good to be back."

 

[Amaya Cardei]

Colonel Dido and the 421st had finally reached the palace grounds and would now work to free both [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] and her apprentice. Meanwhile Ranulph Tarkin and the 173rd now found themselves in the middle of an ambush. To say they were outnumbered there would be an understatement, and yet they fought that was until the beasts of Darth Arcanix arrived to more than even the score. Even then the fight was bitter and fierce with the 173rd's numbers dwindling the Black Talons and the Mandalorians were close enough to engage in melee combat, Tarkin was staggered by a blow from a beskad he felt blood roll down his face and as his opponent moved to swing he charged taking the Mandalorian down, wrestling with him for the beskad and as another Mandalorian moved to get a killing blow. Viramontes's blaster found him laying the would-be killer of Tarkin out onto the rubble beneath their feet.

Yet another of the 173rd moved to raise the Sith Empire's banner as Darth Arcanix manipulated her beasts, the look toward Sundari was telling. TIE Fighters began to descend in swarms, dropships were now a common sight, along with med-evac ships and support camps that now began to crop up around the city proper. While this would no doubt be the last of the fighting within Sundari let alone Mandalore. The Sith's second wave was now more than well working their way into what had been left of Sundari. Other cities were left charred, some bore the marks of downed ships and artillery that made craters upon impact. The most telling would be the unfurling of the Sith Empire's banner from what had been left of the dome that once encapsulated the city. In what was now a historic moment, the Sith Empire would for the first time - take control of Mandalore, a feat that [member="Darth Carnifex"] would no doubt be proud of.

The job of the Sith Empire was not yet done, and in truth had only truly begun...

[OOC: Primary objective is wrapped, but feel free to continue your stories - we do have someone playing opposition to use so feel free to engage him and help with his story!]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

By the time the Emperor reached the Imperial camp beyond the ruined borders of Sundari, the skies grew thick and black with smoke from the burning planet. Days of unceasing brutal warfare had ravaged Mandalore, for once the Mandalorians had gone to ground and entrenched themselves it took no less than total indiscriminate bombardment to dislodge them, and only then could the Empire tear into them with their legions of soldiers and heartless war machines.

The death toll was catastrophic, and was impossible to accurately tally while the fighting still raged.

From what could be gleaned from his frontline commanders, the former Warmaster and his subordinates had fled the planet with Yasha Cadera's body in tow. That had, in turn, served as the catalyst for a mass evacuation of military personnel from the planet as the noose tightened around Mandalore. Those that remained either had no means to escape, or were unwilling to abandon their holiest world to the ravages of the Sith horde. They fought on now, valiantly yet futilely.

Carried upon an ornate palanquin, the Emperor entered the command tent. The slaves that bore him upon their backs lowered him down to the ground, prostrating themselves before the assembled Lords and Ladies in quiet submission. "The fighting will continue intermittently, that is nothing to be surprised about my friends." Though the Empire sat, his bottom half a broken mess of slowly reknitting flesh and bone, he exuded the same miasma of authority and control as he had before suffering his injuries in the battle. "The Mandalorians are a brutish lot, they will not comprehend any other course of action other than defiance. It is no matter, deploy the Hunter-Killers to eradicate what rabble remains. To those who surrender I offer mercy, their lineage will survive and their children will be given the opportunity to grow venerable under the Empire's good graces."

A dark smile played upon the Emperor's lips, "Tell them that I, Kaine Zambrano the First, Emperor of the Tenth Sith Empire and Dark Lord of the Sith Brotherhood, have beaten and killed Yasha Cadera in single combat. By right of strength, I claim the title of Mand'alor. Tell them that they have only one recourse, bend the knee or be destroyed. If they refuse this gesture, there will not be another. It does not matter their age nor their gender, if they resist they will be eradicated. That is my command."

"Execute my will."

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

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As soon as he hit the floor, Izel smirked, a set of blood stained sharpened teeth staring back at the face of the warrior, masked by his helmet covered in various symbols. The first reaction was survival, he reached for his blaster...​

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Scurrying across the room to cover, Izel moved like an animal, pure instinct kicking in. Ducking beneath a counter, he would soon be covered by a spray of blaster bolts, above his head. Scattered across the floor was broken glass, various shattered sets of cutlery before a knife would catch the attention of Izel. He reached for it, reaching out into the open, quickly nabbing it only to narrowly miss his demise.​

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A blaster bolt, skimming his arm. He would peek out from cover, noting the position of the man before moving to the other side of the cover on his knees and quickly rolling out into cover and tossing the knife towards the warrior. A grunt would be all that was heard before a loud thud. ​

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The knife punctured his right arm, causing the blaster to drop from his hand onto the metal table to the side of him. ​

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Again... Izel charged. Bloodthirsty.​

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[Vestille Thumahra]

Seldom did news come of the 7th Field Army.

The fact that they had been without their General for a time hadn't gone unnoticed by those within the heirarchy of the Sith Empire. Killed in Action, so they said, his body possessed by a demon which had been subsequently slain by none other than the Emperor himself-- A leadership vacuum within the military unit had spurned a web of internal turmoil. Gravewalkers, loyal to their once Grand Commander of the Sovereignty turned special forces within the roster of Thumahra's retinue butted heads with those native born Imperials that had grown accustom and influential in the interpolitical workings of the unit. A new leader came new decisions and new agendas-- The 7th suffered from incompetence and mismanagement as the firm hand of the once Demon General was no longer there; the intimidation and zealous training doctrine that the former Death Trooper had instilled in every man within his unit had become unwound and weakened with time. Garrison duty made the men slack, otherwise dull assignments had blunted the blade of the Imperial Legion. To say that the 7th was a footnote of its past glory was an understatement and even they, that which had entered at the very bottom and worked their way up the ladder, had found themselves as shadows of their former glory and the morale continued to decline with each mistake.

Deep within Sith space, whilst the rest of the Imperial Legion was out conquering the worlds of the Mandalorian clans, the 7th was instead brought together to drill under the watchful eye of their commanding officer-- Dexter Elbridge was a man of a masquerade; a seemingly honest, hardworking man to his superiors and a scum, liar and a cheat to his subordinates; a true brownnoser through and through when it came to his own personal intrigue and interests, typically leaving one too many a man within the dirt if it meant advancing himself up the ladder. It was Elbridge who had intensified the tension between the native Imperials and the intergrated Gravewalkers who, until now, had the backing of Lord General Thumahra when it came to any disagreements. Now, without their shield, it seemed as if that their place within the unit was shunted, shadowed by their commanding officer's favour for native born Imperials over annexed or outsider recruits. To make matters worse, the 7th as a whole was plagued by their new commander's ambitions and where their previous leader had been tough on them for the right reasons, Elbridge was the sort to be overbearing for nothing short of making himself look good. There was grumbling, there was backstage plots; factions had since formed taking one side, the other or their own.

A house divided could not stand. It was no wonder that the unit who had once spearheaded the assault was now kept kenneled within Imperial space.

Nevertheless, amid the tedious drills and the constant snapping by Elbridge and his retinue of thugs, a shuttle shot through the atmosphere and went to land. This naturally drew some attention at first, noting the unique vessel that wasn't part of the standard Imperial Fleet. There the Sovereign Phi-Class sat on the landing pad and that alone was enough to grab the attention of the Gravewalkers; nudges were exchanged and heads were turned-- Elbridge included. The now-commander of the 7th went to approach as the ramp lowered and from the darkened interior? Wait... Was the interior meant to be dark? Even with the presence of lighting inside the passenger compartment, whatever was held within seemed to emit its own aura of darkness, an endless void that devoured the light-- And then it started moving, each footstep heavy against the metal, the towering presence of an entity the likes that was seldom meant to be observed by a man departed the transport and set foot upon the landing pad...

...Elbridge, of course, spoke up.

"What is the meaning of this? I was not made aware of any meetings!"

The entity simply grunted.

"...Fantastic, they've sent me a creature incapable of communication. What are you, some experimental weapon? Bah, it'll be no use on these lot, they've all gone soft."

The entity released a growl.

"Wh-"

And that was the final words from Elbridge. The entity simply reached a hand to summon a blade from within its mass, much to the surprise from the incompetent officer. For ruining his unit? For tarnishing the name of what his legacy had been built upon? For allowing his standards to slip and be tainted by someone only interested in personal glory? There was to be no trial. Even with Elbridge trying to raise and fire his sidearm at the swarm of shadows, the blade swung.

The harrowing toll of a bell errupted from the blade, the head fell to the floor and after that? Silence.

There was confusion at first, everyone within the presence of what had just occured stood there in stunned awe. The now headless Elbridge's corpse slumpted to the floor, his thugs all seeming to raise their sidearm at the creature who had simply just saunted in and decapitated their superior but... Just as there was to be a standoff? Although there were many new faces within the unit that their Lord General had been absent from for some time now, the old blood had all the telltale signs they needed. Gravewalkers and command staff alike grabbed their weapons and raised them, holding the cronies that had once preyed upon the enlisted and those not within their clique alike at gunpoint. Moments of silence were broken by the dropping of one pistol, then another and another-- Soon the entire circle of corruption had disarmed themselves and allowed themselves to be carted off out of sight. After the dust had settled and the confusion remained thick in the air, the entity soon found itself surrounded by those that it recalled from a time long ago; those that he used to call his brothers in arms, his subordinates and his advisors, only one of them speaking up;

"You look like hammered kark, sir..."
"...Welcome home, Lord General."

 

[Rach'ta]

Location: Sundari City, Surface of Mandalore
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As the shadow of the elite warrior bore down on Rach'ta the Twi'lek the acolyte saw no way out of the situation. Backed into the corner of life or death and with his mind swimming in fear Rach'ta felt the landspeeder fall from his grasp in the Force. A new sensation took hold of him and the world slowed as if it was swimming through a vicious liquid. Rach'ta took a step backwards and found himself several yards away from the Mandalorian. The moment of realization was met with the simultaneous renewal of the common speed. The Mandalorian's lightsaber impacted the dusty and broken street, emitting an angry groan as it bit through into a molten trench.

There was no time to reflect on what had occurred as this was a duel to the death. Rach'ta levitated two sizeable chunks of debris which he then promptly sent spinning end over end at the Mandalorian force adept. The first chunk was destroyed by the Mandalorian's lightsaber and the other sent careening into a bombed out first floor adjacent to them with a simple wave of his hand "Gai Naast ad'Mirshko ad'Ijaat, aliit Kryze. Parjai ibac'ner, Manda'yaim mhor!" the Mandalorian pointed the lightsaber at Rach'ta threateningly "Ash'amur darjetti." his final word was punctuated with a jetpack assisted dash at the Twi'lek who responded by ejecting bright blue lighting from both of his hands.

The yellow lightsaber blade collided with the Force Lightning, and the Mandalorian pushed through it. Rach'ta rolled to the left and avoided being run through by the lightsaber. His opponent turned in mind air and pulled a blaster from his belt holster, and shot several times at Rach'ta. In response the acolyte took cover behind a large boulder of duarcrete. Rach'ta felt a gripping feeling in his chest, his hand slapped onto his sternum out of reflex. The Twi'lek saw in a fleeting glimpse a tunnel, then there was none. Only the burning skies of Mandalore. Turning his head downward towards his right he saw small pit of darkness "Darjetti!" he heard the frustrated call of the Mandalorian.

There was no other option for him. He could not best this warrior. Fighting him would only result in the acolyte's death. Instead Rach'ta jumped into the pit and found himself splashed with murky water. He was now in the sewers of Sundari. Light shown through in similar blast holes as he had been in. A rumbling shook Rach'ta as what he could only assume to be Sith artillery began to bombard the area. Guide me the Twi'lek thought to himself, more as a prayer than a request.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Location: Rubble of Sundari
Weapons: In BIO under 'Weapons always with Adenn' ; E'care linked in sig
OOC Goal: Provide some opposition for you folks, hehe, since I didn't show up to that other thread, even though I should'v/will. Heh
Links: Hell's Angel,
Tags: [member="Invicta Zambrano"] l [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Sorry for the delay in a post, didn't have time yesterday

Clan Mortui and the others moved out fluidly, as the soldiers they were. They moved and killed, going from cover to cover, or just brazenly walking down the streets. And Adenn saw it all from the top of his titan. Ordering the titan to continue on, it kept marching, shooting its devastator canon at targets of opportunity. One such target was leading a column of enemy troops, marching along. Upon zooming in on the leader, Adenn noted that it was a brazen female, clearly indicating that he should come fight. Smirking, Adenn thought about why such a fool would openly invite a fight. Then it came to him, no doubt she wanted a duel of some sort.

Laughing aloud, Adenn opened up a comm channel to Hell's Angel's pilot.
"See that fool walking along, the woman leading the column?"
"Yes alor."
"Shoot her, she invites an attack, it's only proper to give it to her."

Chuckling, the pilot confirmed the order and ordered his gunner to fire the assault laser canon at her. The canon spun up and fired a single blast at the woman, even as the artillery fired some more at the column behind the woman. Adenn smirked from his perch, even as the walker began to march towards the outskirts. The warriors from the clans spread out to occupy the few blocks around the massive walker. They were providing support, getting support, and making their break for freedom. Smiling grimly once more, Adenn turned his gaze to observe the city, watching as fighting continued on elsewhere.

At some point during this a call came from the Sith's side and Adenn decided to listen in on it. There shouldn't be any harm in it, especially if it was no doubt only boasting. The message that he heard caused him to laugh, for it was none other than the dar'jetii known as Kaine, and he was laying claim to the title of Mand'alor, and because he had beaten Yasha at that. The fool must not have realized she wasn't Mand'alor. Deciding to answer the dar'jetii, Adenn hooked into the comms unit of Hell's Angel, something significantly stronger than his own. The following message should go out so that anyone in or around Sundari could hear it, and no doubt it'd be brought to Kaine's attention too.

"Dar'jetii Eskarialyr Kaine(Dark Jedi Emperor Kaine), you claim the title of Mand'alor for killing Yasha? Hah, fool. She's no longer the Mand'alor, long before you even 'killed' her." He wondered if it was true that she was dead, then realized that right now it didn't matter. Adenn still had a duty to Mandalore and her people. "Even if you did truly kill her, which I find hard to believe, considering how weak you are, how many do you think will follow you?" Scoffing into the message, Adenn continued. "Prove that you're strong then, that you deserve any kind of leadership role, other than that of fools and the damned. You're smart though, so you can find me. So come face me Kaine, come and face death."

 

[Drachau Zambrano]

Drachau paused as it listened to the Inquisitor's answer. Jorr's disdain for its very existence was palpable, it could feel it as she spoke. A low rumbling chuckle escaped the monster's bulky chest as it turned slowly to face her. One step at a time, the Bastard lumbered up to the smaller woman. It stopped directly before her and lowered it's massive, horned head down to stare her directly in the eyes. Its own crimson gaze burned with such malice and hate, looking into the creature's eyes was like staring upon a bloody battlefield that raged endlessly. There was no joy or goodness in the creature's baleful glare, just a desire to slaughter what it did not like. Curiously, the creature's shoulders rose and fell in the same bass filled laughter Jorr and Evelynn had heard seconds prior. It's massive hand rose to pat Jorr's smaller head.

"You are an interesting one, Inquisitor. So full of pride for one so small. I approve of you keeping my sister company," it turned away and lumbered off once more. "For now," the words were thrown over the shoulder as if they were an afterthought.

It likely wouldn't surprise the two women the sound of combat erupted a few minutes later, when the beast came onto another unlucky group of Mandalorian soldier. The slaughter was as efficient and brutal as ever, leaving a growing trail of corpses behind the monstrous Sith.

[member="Evelynn"] | [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]​

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

The slow thunderous laughter that came from the creature in front of her only serve to condense her anger at it, her amber eyes beginning to burn as she felt the indignity of such a being addressing her as equal. Then the best began to lower his gaze down to meet Jorryn's own, finally raising her eyes to meet [member="Drachau Zambrano"]. Not out of respect, but because she knew it was challenging her.

A calm fury was what the Echani tried to project onto the creature, refusing to be lowered by this... thing. But as hard as she tried, there was still a small wavering in her stoicism.

You and your sister will both be mine.

Quickly shoving the thought aside, cautious of if the blonde beside her could read such brazen thoughts. Instead she let out a frustrated grunt in place of any meaningless words as the thing walked away, turning back to face the odd young girl flanking her. A charming smile quickly replacing the anger that had contorted her face, trying to bring ease and thoughtlessness to the girl with her.

"I could never grow tired of talking if it was to girls like you, my dear." The words covered in flattery and flirtation, lines that she hoped [member="Evelynn"] would be baited by. "But I wouldn't be as impressive as I am if I gave away my secrets to every sweet girl I met, would I?"

"And where is the fun in giving everything away." A wink hopefully securing the small Zambrano's interest in the Inquisitor, a new wealth of information.

 

[Beatrice Govan]

Her disdain had been caught.

Evelynn watched the scene, amusement dancing within emeralds as the hulking behemoth that was her brother approached, his laughter a menacing baritone rumble. It would have been a pity were he to slaughter her new, potential friend right there in that moment, but thankfully that was not the case. Only a mild humbling that brought a coy smile to the woman's lips as she witness the Echani being petted by her weapon.

Pride was such a strange thing. It had never been her sin, on the contrary she had been upon the opposite side of such affairs. She had bore submission so powerful that it had stripped the woman of her humanity. Prideful beings felt such scorn at the merest slight but they had no earthly idea of what it was like to truly be n o t h i n g. Ironic, given that at the same time in her life she had held the title of Queen.

“Girls like me?” Evelynn repeated with an air of falsified innocence, her mind trying to conjure a set concept of what girls like her were like. Abominations. Sweet, apparently. Such a thing was almost enough to make the Emperor's daughter laugh in the face of the Echani.

Almost.

Had she not once been a sweet girl.

“I must concede that I am not familiar with making acquaintances,” she admitted, tragic words said with a mirthful tone, “is interrogation commonly employed in such circumstance?”

It was a question asked in jest, of course, but in the same breath there was a lack of human connection in the woman's life. This fact did not even stem entirely from horrors that had befallen her life, Evelynn had never truly learned how to socialise properly. She didn't have friends. She had abusers and enablers.

She was so lonely.

Leaning towards the woman's ear, the Acolyte disregarded all sense of personal space, her breath wavering softly directly in the Echani's mind.

“Perhaps we may trade our secrets instead.”

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[member="Drachau Zambrano"] [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]