Invasion Blackout | ME Invasion of GA-held Yag'Dhul, Kiffu, Thyferra & Ukatis

[Vulcan Krayt]

Good Boy Pageclaim
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Location: City Outskirts, Kiffu
Objective: Pick a fight!
Equipment: M.I. Model 8 flamethrower | Sword |M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1| M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol | M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2 | Thermal Detonators | Magnetic Detonators | Perun's Call | M.I. Model 13 anti-material rifle | M.I. Model 29 missile launcher
Enemies: GA
Allies: Mandalorian Enclave
Engaging: Cord Starfall

<"Excuse you?!">

Vulcan just stared at her in annoyance, the sudden rise of blood pressure made his cheeks and ears burn, she's just taunted him, assuming that because he was short he couldn't be a full Mando. The brazen nerve of this woman, the sheer gall. Vulcan scowled through his helmet. This was going to end with a hail of missiles and all grip of reason slipped on by. Yet, he kept composure and a finger off the trigger.

He didn't want to give his name because he never had to before. But then again, he thought Cord was a strange name but he kept that to himself as he had no room to talk. This wasn't getting anywhere.

This was a Sith and he needed to fight them, that is what he was taught, no exceptions. The Mando flicked off the safety and prepared to fight, Cord's taunts worked and Vulcan wanted to do battle, not talk.

<"Aha, that is where you are wrong, Mandalorians do not surrender, not to anyone, especially not to people like you.">

With that he took to the air and let loose a barrage, hoping to at least do something damaging, the battle now has begun after a false start.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Ukatis - Axilla, beneath the royal palace
Friendly Tags: Makko Vyres | Dominick von Ascania
Unfriendly Tags: Adenn Munin | Tish Cowen [Eventually tm]
UL-13 "Corporis" Skin Suit | HG-54 Class Verpine Hand Cannon | C-11 Combat Knife | Lightsaber

"I'm not much of a fighter, Cora. But I will do what I must to keep everyone safe."

"I know that you will."

It wasn't easy to force a smile onto her face, but the warmth that came with it was as natural as the sun. Cora squeezed her brother's shoulder, lingering there for a moment as she silently urged the Force to protect him. Even in the face of something utterly shocking, Dominick was brave. Before they departed, Cora passed him a commlink, urging him to stay in touch.

With that, she and Makko turned towards from whence they'd came, stalking down the darkened catacombs en route to the palace. She brushed past Marcel, not sparing her father a passing glance.

“I’m with you.”

Cora didn't flinch when Makko placed a hand on her shoulder, but he would feel a mote of surprise ripple down their bond before dissipating. With it came a sense of burning determination, and one corner of her lips twitched faintly upward.

"I know."

She hadn't expected him to be here, but was glad that he was. As they moved further along the passages, darkness nearly swallowed them whole save for the glowrod she'd been carrying.

"I…can't believe I did that." Cora laughed, once, in disbelief. "I feel like I could take on the galaxy."

The blonde soon fell silent as they approached one of the surface openings to the escape tunnels – the main entrance was beneath the palace, and this one had been closed off for some time, barred with thin sheets of durasteel and covered with earth to appear inconspicuous to the naked eye.

But not to their Mandalorian adversaries, who clocked the heat signatures of the nearby pair underground.

At the far end of the tunnel, Cora lingered behind a pillar, hand grazing first the butt of her pistol, then the hilt of her saber.

"I can taste their hostility." She murmured bitterly.

 

[Domina Prime]

Capital City of Ukatis
Plaza Square


Stop, Drop, And Drag Me Into Place
And Lock The Fire Escapes
ᖭ༏ᖫ
I'll Break Your Pretty Face


Jasper Kai'el | Braze | Ryana mina

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The Jedi Master Jasper Kai'el shifted and swerved awkwardly to avoid the near-fatal blows that Domina could deliver, his leg however suffering the price as he made his next move, reaching down and snatching Dimas leg to force her to step down into the few splotches of blood left behind by his minor wound, triggering some sort of sorcery that turned the liquid to freezing frost and crept up the foot of the Xeno, evoking a rather uncomfortable grunt as she had been locked into position by the Jedi Masters attack.

And then, there was an uppercut delivered directly to the chin of her helm, throwing Dimas head upward in a jerky motion which rattled her senses.

"Oof!" She blurted, unable to even stumble away as Dima quickly reeled her neck back in and refocused her attention. "Mmn, clever boy!" She sneered, her tail lashing out dangerously as if to ward him away with the threat of an attack only for the end of her tail to SLAM directly into her foot to shatter the ice that had begun to spread, freeing her foot and grimacing from the pain of the frostbite-like stinging along her ankle before returning to a battle ready position.

And then, from her left side came flying a burning, roaring fist of rage as flames consumed her vision from the flame engulfed strike delivered by Ryana mina .

The first strike from the padawan smacked into the side of Dimas helm, her many eyes still temporarily dazed from the clean uppercut landed by Jasper just previously.

Dima was now however aware, and shifted two pairs of eyes to the side to fully lock on the girl as Dima shifted and swayed her weight from side to side to let those other flaming strikes just barely drift past the visor of her helm.

She needed to act quickly now. With two assailants the fight had become just that more amusing to the azure devil as she dodged and blocked the padawans other strikes, the flames and fire doing little to faze the alien beast of a woman. And with a single flick of her wrist Dima blocked one of Ryana mina 's attacks with her right forearm, and while the girl was distracted with her offense and her field of vision was consumed with fire Dima flicked one of her lower arms wrist down towards one of the girls legs, ejecting a threaded net-like pattern of silk directly onto the girls knee/thigh area while Dimas other hand flicked towards Jasper as well, attempting to connect a threaded line to Jaspers stomach or chest area.

Dimas plan? To take the two threads and connect them together. To Dima if she could limit both of their movements by forcing them to synchronize themselves. Like handcuffing two individuals together and forcing them to run a race it was likely the Jedi Master would be slightly slowed down due to having been connected to a padawan, and for the padawan she might struggle to coordinate her footwork approximately having her leg dragged or pulled in whatever direction Jasper choose to go.

It was possible they'd figure out how to cut the thread, but immediately after attempting to silk them both together Domina's cloak that drifted and swayed in the air only to reveal...strange appendages aside from her tail unfolding and making themselves known with the sharp color of azure radiating from the edges blades at the ends of two, distinctly visual lashers. Different in design and destructive output than Dimas tendrils Dima grinned from behind her helm and pushed her offensive advance with dangerous lethality.

"DANCE LITTLE GODS!" She hissed as suddenly, Dominas lashers whipped and swished outward at BLINDING speeds, the azure sharpness of the bladed ends completely SHREDDING through the earth itself and cleaving in half street poles and other obstructions in their path.

The lashers swirled about like a vicious storm, Dima running forward and relentlessly keeping the distance between them as short as possible as her attack proceeded to smash through the doors of nearby buildings, severing the steel of parked vehicles and completely cleaving through the legs of the statue in the fountain behind her as the massive thing came careening downward and smashing into the street, lifting up dust smoke and ash into the air which further clouded the vision of the Jedi as those lashers proceeded to absolutely wreck and obliterate anything in their path like little alien diamond chainsaws. The path of the lashers was as unpredictable and violent as the rest of Domina, splitting the very air as they swung up, down, left right curled around and whipped outward in all manner of directions as a way to scatter the two Jedi and force them to scatter or advance through the flurry of azure blades.

COMBAT SUMMERY

Domina's leg gets caught, and frozen to the floor
Jedi Master Jaspers uppercut successful! Dominas senses rattled & Dazed
Ryana's First Flame Consumed Punch Successful! But Element of Surprise is Lost!
Domina smashes the ice trapping her with her tail, returns offensive
Using her silk, Dima attempts to connect a threaded line to Ryana's Leg, & Jaspers Chest
If silk lines are successful or somehow denied, Domina unleashes her lashers, initially hidden beneath her cloak
Advances while lashers shred, cleave and obliterate most obstructions in her path in attempts to strike Jedi Master & Padawan
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[Amani Serys]

BB-610 - Anna Carden
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Despite Amani's worries, they made it across the open stretch without so much as a stray shot headed their way. This sniper must have been preoccupied with other Alliance forces. All the more reason to talk them down, or take them out. Amani looked around the blown out main floor, spotting a convenient turbolift that was inconveniently blown out of commission, "Figures," She sighed, turning her gaze toward the long flight of stairs. At least she was built to climb them. Bee? Not so much…

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Reaching the topmost floor of the building, Amani took a moment to relax against the wall. Even Jedi could get a bit tired walking this many stairs. She raised a palm towards BB, indicating she was fine. The droid quickly confirmed the presence of another lifeforms nearby, no doubt their sniper target. And he was eager to prove his diplomatic skill. Amani stared at him concededly for a few long seconds, before relenting with a barely audible, "…Okay."

She was a healer above all else. If she couldn't find it in her to hope for a peaceful solution, then who could? Amani trusted Bee to ultimately know his limits, and the dangers this Mandalorian presented. She waited hidden outside the doorway for now, giving him space to try and calm the sniper. The sight of an unannounced, armed Jedi could be enough to trigger retaliation.

 

[Jasper Kai'el]

Ukatis
Allies: Braze , Ryana mina
Opponent: Domina Prime

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"Mmn, clever boy!" She sneered, her tail lashing out dangerously as if to ward him away with the threat of an attack only for the end of her tail to SLAM directly into her foot to shatter the ice that had begun to spread, freeing her foot and grimacing from the pain of the frostbite-like stinging along her ankle before returning to a battle ready position.

Jasper weaved back, allowing her tail to pass and shatter the ice. He did take note of such a thing, however. The frostburn looked intense, far more than one might expect from the average being. She didn't like the cold?

To his sudden horror, however, Ryana would join the fray, throwing a flaming punch at Domina. That was bad. He could keep himself alive just fine, but another person with less combat experience? The bar of difficulty had just gone up signifigantly. It was as he was trying to process this that a strand of thread hooked onto Ryana's leg and his own torso, gluing itself to his shirt and the bandages under it. Already he could feel the strain of their connection, forcing the sudden need for coordination. That simply wouldn't do, not this far in.

The knight immediately reacted, tearing off his shirt and throwing it's shreaded red form to the ground. It was better than nothing, and he could always get a new one. From there a new attack came, tendrils lashing out faster than the eye could comprehend. His instincts picked up the slack, staring first with a force push directed at Ryana.

"Sorry, kid," he apologized as he threw her out of the way.

Better him then her. From there he sprang into action, taking some slices to his organic arm and shoulder, which spurted out more blood. Eventually, though, Jasper got into a rythm, jumping and weaving his way through the bizarre attack towards his opponent. The further she got from him the safer she was, and Jasper couldn't let her gain that distance.

He'd make a second push, strengthening his skin once more before rushing his opponent. He retrieved a bit of his own blood on the way from the fresh wound in his shoulder, scrawling out the rune for freeze on his hand. Frigid energy would flow into his hands as they raised, ready to intercept any incoming blows. Whenever he had closed the distance he'd shift to the offensive, transitioning to a flurry of punches.

 

[Cord Starfall]

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Post: 4
Location: City Outskirts, Kiffu
Objective: Never Back Down
Equipment: Green MidNight Duster | Fiend | Solar | Sith Armor | Wrist dart launchers (Electro-darts & Explosive darts) | Sith Helmet Mask | Stun gauntlets | X2 Sith Daggers
Tags: Vulcan Krayt

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"People like me….?" Stubborn ass Mandalorians, she thought as the Vulcan took flight. They never knew when they were being offered a good deal. She began to back pedal knowing damn well what was coming next. As she did so, he began to release his Barrage of missile fire at her she raised her wrist and fired three shots of explosive darts her aim was for the man's jet pack she had to take him out of flight and make him grounded. She continued to back pedal several missiles landing near her on the ground knocking her back.

She had to go into rolls and flips showing just how nimble she still was in her old age. Maybe not as rusty as she thought, she smirked to herself under her mask. As she was trying to avoid a direct hit, he had her on the defensive with very little opening to mount and offense and even she could him being air born posed an issue in itself. Rocks and shrapnel from buildings the missiles flew off in all directions several striking off Cords armor.

That gave her a bit of an idea as she called on the force and with a thump debris and rocks when flying up in the air between them to catch and intercept several of the missiles. One managed to get through and as it did Cord jumped back the missile landing a few feet in front of her. The concussion of the Blast still caught her though and knocked her back and she stumbled falling to her back. Okay, still god damn rusty that was a rookie mistake she thought to herself as she stared up at the lightening filled sky above. Well maybe the writers in the sky hadn't just abandoned her after all, she was a witch after all, and nature was her ally.

 

[Domina Prime]

Capital City of Ukatis
Plaza Square


Stop, Drop, And Drag Me Into Place
And Lock The Fire Escapes
ᖭ༏ᖫ
I'll Break Your Pretty Face


Jasper Kai'el | Braze | Ryana mina

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Such a bold and brave little godborn. Dimas many eyes traced and followed the two of them as the Jedi Master was quick to deal with the silk that had been strung to his shirt, ripping it from his very body and throwing it aside before utilizing his strange magic to toss the other Padawan further away and out of range of Dimas rather elongated lashers.

But that was more to the Jedi Masters detriment than anything else. Having another threat nearby even if they weren't as well trained was a far better way to keep Dima distracted and her attention split. Instead all he had done was allow complete focus on him as he ducked, dodged and weaved his way closer and closer to Dima as those lashers slashed and cleaved towards him, only barely managing to slice through his shoulder and such causing minor damage as Domina grimaced in agitation.

A godborn truly worthy of the name, this one did not fold or like many others before him. And as the cold mist of frost radiated from the Jedis hands Dimas piercing sharp eyes dilated to pins of focus. If he wanted to invade her space and play with magic tricks then Dima would have to pull something just as annoying to deal with out of her metaphorical sleeves.

Suddenly, with each strike Jasper made towards the xeno one of his frosted punches landed on the side of Dimas helmet, causing her visor to slightly fog and her eyes to sting as she stumbled back, growling deeply as Dima utilized all FOUR of her arms this time and coordinated them with such precision and purpose that she doubted he had anticipated what would happen next.

Each time his leg moved forward to plant a foot firmly into the ground so he could collect the energy needed to throw his punch, Dimas wrist flicked subtly outward. And rather than spinning a silk thread like before, This time she just ejected net-like silk out of her wrist directly onto the foot that hit the ground in the exact moment it put enough force down. Making it difficult for Jasper to re-adjust or change his motion patterns mid commitment to them as she threw out another of her arms elbows to smack his cold fist away, making sure there was a good layer or armor between him and his magic.

She then flicked another wrist, this time aimed slightly up higher towards his face/eyes, hoping she could temporarily blind him as she spat another silk net towards his face. Then she just continuously repeated this process, expelling much of her silk in this process and shooting her webbing all over the ground in the path Jasper was stepping just to strike her in hopes he would slip up and make a mistake, essentially creating a series of traps for him to stumble into while her lashers and tail positioned themselves properly above and to his sides to prevent him to dodging too far in any direction. Funneling him into her web of destruction.

And now, while backpedaling and attempting to avoid that frosted hand and leading him closer and closer to her she slapped her four hands together as if she were praying, spinning silk into all four of her hands as when she separated her claws there was a complex and strange netting between her hands as if she were trying to catch a butterfly.

And just as his fist came towards her again, his shift of weight signaling he was putting some elbow grease into his strike she'd put her hands in the path of his fist so his hand would pass into her silk 'net', and then she would attempt to twist her body while his hand was tangled and ensnared into it and YANK his body to the side to preform a take-down of sorts and slam him into the ground. Aiming to throw his back directly onto all the silk she had spun onto the ground to 'trap' him if successful.

However, this maneuver would expose one of the main weaknesses of her silk material. That while it was extremely strong and difficult to cut through using conventional methods, water tended to weaken the silks binding effects and even more so, freezing the silk would cause it to crystallize and eventually break apart like glass.

If his freezing touch did pass through Dimas spun net of silk, she would only be able to throw him to the ground before the silk began to harden and become less malleable. And the Jedi would likely notice, meaning that if she did manage to throw him down into the silk she had all over the ground to trap him, it would not take him long to figure out how to break free of the trap.

And she would hope that he did not figure it out quickly as she turned her back towards him and lifted her tail HIGH up into the air, attempting to SLAM it downward square into the gut and abdomen of the Jedi in a attempt to smash or crush him with it's sheer weight and velocity and just out of range of his arms to block it effectively.

He could either catch the tail to block it best he could, or use his mystics to freeze the silk that would keep him bound to the floor to slide away and dodge the attack all together. If the option was the latter, Dima had spent the last several minutes stirring venom within herself, causing the very end of her bladed tail to drip and become moist with a azure-like liquid. And if she managed to dodge away to avoid the larger and heavier length of Dimas tail, the end would attempt to catch him during his escape and possibly slice his flesh just barely enough to inject him with her venom.

COMBAT SUMMERY

Getting hit in the helm again by those frosted fist, Domina becomes aware of his mystic power
Avoiding his frosted arm, Domina dodges and attempts to backpedal away
At the same time, continuously shoots silk at his face, legs, and ect to distract and force mistakes
Also lays silk traps along the floor within her path, hoping he steps into one
If successfully slowed down and distracted, spins a silk net into her hands
Attempts to use silk net to catch jaspers fist, entangling it so she can try to preform a takedown over her shoulder
If take-down is successful, while on the ground attempts to crush his lower body with her massive tail.
Half expecting him to dodge away, tip of tail fills with venom, attempting to sting him if he escapes the snare
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[Nathan Bloodscrawl]

Nathan watched from a rooftop covered in sandbags as the city was ravaged.

As he watched from behind the impassive visage of his red helm, he felt...doubt...

Tell me, Father... he heard the voice of Laertia Io in his skull. What has actually changed since the Gulag Plague? What have the Jedi actually fixed?

"Leave me alone." Nathan said to no one as he spied four Jedi under attack with alliance troops.

Their only solution is the same one they always use: Trust in the Force. They never consider the idea it might choose to deliberately deceive them...

Not sure if it was actually his daughter communicating with him, or the dark places in the back of his skull, he sought to drive the voice out by firing on a Mandalorian from above.

This, this right here, this was why he didn't like getting into extended fights with Mandalorians. This entire battle justified his mindset towards dealing with one via "cheating".

He looked at his peers, the exasperation building as he watched them try to take them head on.

Do you not SEE the hypocrisy? The Bryn'adul were doing the same damn thing the Mandalorians were doing. And they were actually only slightly more ruthless about it. None of the Jedi could be bothered to fight an opponent they didn't have a history with. Picky. Stubborn. Arrogant. Willfully oblivious. That's who you fight alongside. If it was the Bryn'adul doing this they'd already be seeking an excuse to go fight the Sith.

Nathan didn't reply as he teleported down to the group of Jedi and soldiers, activating his Saberstaff as blaster bolt after blaster bolt pelted their position he was able to pick out the familiar pitch and whine of maser bolts in all this madness and evade those while batting back the regular bolts back against the advancing hoard which now descended on them all like locusts with jet packs. At this point, their position was completely overran and they were on the verge of being surrounded on all sides by blasters, wrist blades, rockets blasting Alliance soldiers apart.

All Nathan and the Survivors could do was run. Run from the rockets and bombs raining down on them from above and behind them. He watched Jedi and Soldier alike be cut down as they fled.

A nearby explosion sent him flying. He felt something wet on the inside of his suit. Then agonizing pain in his side as he was flung through the window of a building by the explosion.

The armor had taken a good chunk of it, but he knew he had shrapnel in him. The emotional suppression training didn't let him feel the fear and rage. But it could do nothing for the pain. He crawled on the ground, in too much pain to use the Force as Mandalorians got closer to the remains of a supermarket he had been blown into, the shelves toppled with their contents by the shockwaves from nearby detonations, the ceiling partly collapsed.

He crawled slightly faster. His suit's sound dampener was partly damaged, so it was going to be unreliable. But he had no choice.

He could hear that he wasn't the only one in here trying to hide. He heard a frightened woman cry out before being shot.

He turned the dampener system on and all noise from him was brought down to extremely miniscule levels as he pulled himself up, his insides burning, about to vomit from the pain as The Mandalorians stormed in, knowing there was a Jedi here. He checked his lightsaber.

One half had been smashed utterly, along with the crystals in that half. Chit.

"Jedi! Come out, Jedi, and face the judgement of a people your order foolishly angered!" a man's voice bellowed.

Nathan ducked as a wave a blaster shots tore through the shelves he was behind. Heavy repeaters. They had his heat signature.

"Your kind should have stayed out of the Enclave's business!" The voice roared.

Nathan could barely run from the shots due to his injuries. They were toying with him. Trying to trick him into making a mistake. He dived into the window of a security room, slamming painfully onto his injuries, nearly blacking out.

Only the need to live to destroy the Cult of The Brain Demon kept him awake, forced him to stand. The image of his wife's face mummifying as Darth Phyre consumed and annihilated her soul made him run from the next volley.

"COME OUT, JEDI! WE HAVE A HOSTAGE! A POOR, INNOCENT CLERK! THAT'S WHAT YOU JEDI DO, RIGHT?! PROTECT WEAKLINGS SUCH AS THIS?!" The Mandalorian whose armor bore strange, teardrop shaped patterns all over its otherwise black surface yelled, holding up a terrified clerk, a teenager bloodied and dirtied, with the snot of fear running out of his nose by the scruff of his neck.

"I don't see you in ten seconds, he dies!"

Nathan knew it was tactical suicide. They would kill the clerk anyway even if he did come out.

What are the Three Directives of a Bloodscrawl? his father asked in the back of his head.

"Ten!"

He blinked and he was in a white void, with The Battalion in her skintight white catsuit, staring at him, arms folded.

"You're a fool if you go out there, Morris. You know that." The Battalion warned.

"Leave me alone, Elaine." Nathan said.

"Why? You won't leave us alone." The Battalion replied, circling him in the void.

"Even when presented with direct proof of Jedi incompetence and hypocrisy, still you try to do it as they would?"

"It's not The Jedi attacking Ukatis, Dipstick..." Nathan hissed back. "It's The Mandalorians..."

"And how long will the war drag on because the Order refuses to win it?" The Battalion demanded to know.

"Wars end when they end. Can't force an end. Can't speed a war up. And The Jedi won the last two wars. How many wars have you and my daughter won?"

"They won due to their sheer bulk, Morris! Not because of any merit!" The Battalion sneered. "You can't be that naive. Their half measures will allow their enemies to grow stronger and stronger, just like last time. How many worlds must suffer for the Order's refusal to accept the cost of winning easily?"

She was behind him, suddenly, whispering into his ear.

"We entered knowing we were on the losing side. But we still did it, because it was the right thing to do."

Her hands glided easily over his shoulders.

"Their system is broken..."

"Better a broken system trying to do good than a fully functional and operational system whose ambition is evil." Nathan replied.

The Battalion only smiled.

"Let's see if you still believe that when the Mandalorians kill you..."

He blinked and he was back in the ruined building.

"SEVEN! SIX! FIVE! FOUR!"

Nathan had to think fast...

 

[Braze]

LOCATION: Ukatis
TAGS: Jasper Kai'el Domina Prime Ryana mina

Braze, having taken the injured man to the medics, returned to the scene of the battle between Domina, Jasper, and Ryana. He watched as Domina shot webs at Jasper and backed up, clearly on the defensive. Recognizing the urgency of the situation, Braze focused on using the Force to intervene and help Jasper.

Seeing that Domina's tail was a significant threat, Braze formed a wind spear using the Force and arched it toward the tail, aiming to stop it from crashing against Jasper. The wind spear offered some cushioning force and pushed back against Domina's attack.

With a subtle, controlled gesture, Braze telekinetically plucked up a large stone structure from the ground and gently placed it right behind Domina in the path of her backpedaling steps, hoping to trip her. The stone settled quietly, and Braze immediately moved to the next part of his plan.

He began to use the Force to pluck up rocks, bricks, and other hard objects from the vicinity, pelting Domina with them to disrupt her focus and hinder her movements. The projectiles flew through the air, directed by Braze's precise telekinetic control.

Throughout these actions, Braze maintained a safe distance from the ongoing battle, ensuring that he didn't inadvertently become a target himself. His primary goal was to support Jasper and create opportunities for him to gain the upper hand against the formidable adversary that was Domina.

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Mandalorian Armor

Hilal felt her eyelids starting to get heavy as if they were made of stone. Her vision began to blur as well and she began to hear a loud ringing noise in her head. "More bacta!" Hilal snarled as she felt the medical substance give her the energy she needed to stay alert. She couldn't give up not like what happened at Tython where she failed to defeat her foe. These Jedi were NOT going to take her down especially Jonyna Si who began to mumble something in her language. "So, you're gonna give up Jedi?!" Hilal shouted flecks of blood splattering all over her cracked visor. She was wounded but still defiant against her opponents.

"Never give up," Hilal thought willing herself stand tall while Jonynna was preparing to attack. "Fight to the fracking end and if you're going to die, die with honor."

Yet part of Hilal wondered if she was ready to die. She made plenty of friends throughout her life as a Bounty Hunter who loved and cared for Hilal as she did for them. Death was the greatest glory that a Mandalorian can achieve but what good is glory if you're not alive to share with your friends? A loud beep snapped Hilal out of her trance. Her HUD began flashing but this wasn't in reference to Hilal's condition but rather Jonynna's increasing power.

"What the frack?" Hilal said. "Her power level is increasing exponentially! It's-It's beyond even a Jedi Grandmasters!"

How is Joynna gathering all of this power? It didn't matter now since she charged directly towards Hilal like a Podracer accelerating at the go sign. A straight line drive..... despite her uncountable power level she left herself open for an attack. "Come on you....." Hilal slowly raised her wrist her flamethrower open up on the flaps. "You're a reckless Jedi are ya? I want you hit to me!"

"Target approaching at 500 meters!" The suits A.I said to Hilal but she ignored it her bloodshot eyes focusing on Joyna. "Hit me...." she said again.

"400 meters."

"Hit me."

"300"

Hilal grinded her teeth and pursed her lips maintaining a steely gaze on the Jedi. There was no fear, only a burning passion to eliminate this elusive target. "200!"

"HIT ME! HIT ME!" Hilal yelled at Joynna and as soon as the Jedi closed the distance, Hilal attempted to fully douse the her in white hot flames.

Ko Vuto , Rayia Si

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Location: Outskirts of Ukatis Capitol
Padawans: Ko Vuto Rayia Si
Hitting this Motherfucker: Hilal Vizsla
Express Permission to Hit This Motherfucker: Here


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"HIT ME!"

She was happy to oblige.

Coming in at around 300 miles an hour, any other sword would've shattered on impact. Any other wielder would've dropped their sword. Not Jonyna. Not Liz. She could feel her fingers crunch as she made impact, the sword slamming into Hilal's chestplate. Even if it didn't crack the beskar, it'd feel like getting hit by a starfighter. Jonyna slammed into the mando, absolutely no finesse to her technique, just raw power. She hoped her padawans would follow behind her, waiting for whatever came next. It didn't matter. For all she cared, she'd won this duel.

Or at least...

That was the dream. The hope.

What would the mando do next? She didn't know. The pain was settling in, and the Cathar could practically feel her heartbeat in her throat. Also, she was on fire now. That didn't seem to phase her, but she did take note of it.

 

[Anna Carden]

Location: Capital City of Ukatis, Still Camping on the High Ground
Engaging: Amani Serys BB-610

Expecting someone to come behind her, Anna quickly turned while pulling out her sidearm with her left hand, back against the floor. only to raise her eyebrows behind her helmet when that someone was an astromech. Not only that, but the little astromech proceeded to introduce himself and assured her that he only wanted to talk.

What the? Is this some kind of a GA trick? "Your name is Bee... And you just want to talk?"

Getting up from her lying position, the crimson mandalorian slowly took two steps toward the sudden visitor while locking her pistol to him, trying to peek around the doorway if someone else was there to jump her. No signs yet. She holstered her pistol to the side of her thigh.

"Listen here little guy, I'm kind of busy right now. It's a warzone here." Still in disbelief, Anna circled and walked back toward the window, aiming her sniper rifle in a standing cradling position to shoot a charging opposition. Once that was taken care of, she turned her attention toward the droid, unsure what it was trying to do here. If they wanted to ambush her, they should have taken advantage of a preemptive ambush. This might not be some sort of a trap.

"Alright, what do you want to talk about?"

 

[Vren Rook]

EN ROUTE TO CORPORATE SECTOR | KIFFU
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | IMPs
ENEMIES: GA
ENGAGING: Valery Noble
GEAR: In Bio

PALE RIDER​

"I'm afraid not. So I suggest you put your helmet back on now."

Vren sighed as his eyes briefly closed. So it would truly come to this. Friends become enemies. And the Galaxy keeps on turning with no regard to what it does to those that survive.

He bent down and picked up his helmet, but stood for a moment, looking at the cold visor. Then he shook his head slightly.
"It didn't have to come to this." he said. "You should have stayed home. Be with your kids." He finally looked at her again. In answer, her blade ignited and she gave him a warrior's salute. He shook his head again. "I am sorry." he said before putting on his helmet and mirroring her salute with his pistol.

Then, as fast as the lightning forking through the sky, his other pistol was drawn and a three-round burst of particle bolts flew at her. Instead of activating his jetpack, he made use of his jumpboots for mobility as he moved, the other pistol following up with another few shots.

It pained the Karjr to fire at her, but she opted to stay and salute him as a warrior. It would be disrespectful to not treat her like one and hold back.

All the while, the planet's anger struck around them.

 

[Evy’armi’naken]

Kiffu
Objective II: Shadow Storm

Yarmin saw the thunderstorm roll in, fast and powerful like a deadly serpent coiling through the dark sky above. Not a moment later, a sudden flash of lightning spiderwebbed across stars, striking Minerva’s jetpack. Yarmin dropped his sights in an instant, tracking her from the ground as she spiraled down to the city below.

“Minerva!” he shouted behind his visor. The commando pulled his helmet from his head, patching into their mission comms manually through an earpiece.

He was moving fast on his feet, collapsing his blaster and pushing himself to a full sprint while the smoke trail still lingered above.

<“Fhirdiad’s down! I’m moving in to find her, keep on that damn Dragr! Do NOT let that bastard get away!”>

Sahan Dragr obviously hadn’t caused Minerva to come crashing down, Yarmin knew that. But dammit, the GADF wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for this meaningless crusade of theirs. She was yet another casualty of the Enclave for all Yarmin cared. He pushed his body hard as he passed by empty buildings, trying to zero in on her position. His helmet went back on, and he looked to his tactical HUD for her vitals.

“She’s alive,” he said to himself as he ran.

<“Fhirdiad, come in! Come in, soldier!”>

Another arc of violent electricity lit up the sky, and then came what felt like rain drops. They pelted his sleek commando armor as he moved through the streets. The fallen Mandalorian’s heart was still beating, but he knew she was in bad shape.

“Hang in there, Minerva…”

​

Allies: Drego Ruus | Minerva Fhirdiad | Selle Skern
Enemies: Sahan Dragr | Suvi Dragr
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Spoiler: “Equipment”

• REC/STA-01 Advanced Commando Armor; Series One​
• REC-DC/03 Modular Particle Blaster Rifle; Viperwasp Pattern​

 

[Atin Tracinya]

DODECAPOLIS, YHAG'DUL
Allies: Aurelian Sigismund | Celt Saxon | Nelliel Kryze | Kad Wren | Gailen Keldau | Halden Chaussidier | Gwyneira Vizsla | Tella Voland
Hostiles: Zark San Tekka (engaging) | Connel Vanagor | Nizhalgal | Kostodu Xyston | Ceri Fraissi | Elias Edo
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Success. Or something akin to it. Atin had been right to divide the Jedi's attention. But he doubted that trick would work again. He'd hoped the shrapnel would've torn apart the Jedi's suit, left him to suffocate in the vacuum of space. Instead, all he got was the faint white cone of air escaping from the Jedi's suit. At least it was progress.

Before either combatant could make their next move, the ground erupted, spewing out a massive worm-like creature, it's massive maw filled with teeth larger than some buildings. Exogorth! Floating in the air above the Jedi, Atin hadn't felt the ground rumble beneath his feet to warn him. Caught off guard, he could only react before the alien monstrosity could swallow him whole.

The teeth loomed over him as Atin shot his grappling hook at the edge of the creature's mouth. Thruster came alive, burning bright orange as he angled himself, a parabolic arc guided by the taut wire. Atin cleared the death bite, but before he could release his grappling hook, the line snapped between the creature's teeth. Atin found himself sailing through the air faster than he'd ever intended. Too fast to stop himself from striking a neighboring building with enough force that the next thing he felt was the ground meeting his body after the mercifully softened low-G fall. "Dinuir ni shabla udes."

"This is Switchblade to ground teams. The enemy may be wise to our bombing run. Prioritize getting their anti-air systems offline so our bombers get a good chance of cracking their dome. Switchblade out." The voice came over comms. Separated from his unit, fighting a Jedi, cracked his visor, a giant shabla exogorth, and now it sounded it like they were about to lose their air support. The Force must have it out for Atin. Which wouldn't be surprising, giving the Enclave was fighting the Force's chosen. It was almost enough for Atin to wish for Carden. At least her damned luck could help.

Back on his feet, Atin looked first to the Jedi, then to the exogorth. It was just them three left now. A mandalorian, a Jedi and a worm. It was like start of a 'three guys walked into a bar' joke.

Exogorth first though. It wouldn't matter if Atin killed the Jedi if he became the alien's lunch. Atin engaged his jetpack again, only for it to fizzle out. He just had to bait Fate. It must've been decommissioned when he struck the building. Whatever. He had an idea. He could only hope that the Jedi caught on though, and didn't try to run him through instead.

Above their heads, the exogorth writhed back and forth, it's blind self disoriented by the chaos it suddenly found around it. There was only a moment or two before it gathered its wits. Just enough time to lob his last thermal detonator at its face. Not close enough to actually reach it without some outside help. Nonetheless, Atin raised his blaster, took aim. 'C'mon, Jetii...'

 

[Adenn Munin]

C R U S A D E R
UKATIS | AXILLA
MANDALORIAN ENCLAVE
GALACTIC ALLIANCE

The pristine palace’s mortar would crack like the rest of its city it looks down upon. Its magnificence would be spoiled by the Mandalorians’ fury. If they were lucky, they could drown whatever inhabitants were left in fire especially if it were the royal members.

In a matter of seconds, they split off from their warriors to crush whatever ambush awaited them. So long as they had the maneuverability granted to them by their jet packs and the numbers were not overwhelming, any attacks of said nature was moot.

<Eyes down. Two lone figures.>

<“I see them, Beroya,”> confirming Jan’s findings from her HUD. Interesting. His sensors did not trick him about the signatures, but they were nowhere to be seen by the naked eye. If they were not there, then maybe…

<“Prime your missile and aim at the source of the signatures,”> he relayed to his companion while preparing a homing missile attached on his jetpack. It was news for them to see the palace had a secret network of tunnels to provide a last resort of hiding for the royal family and its court. Perhaps here the king lay into hiding.

<“Bury them,”> tucking his chin and firing the only missile of his jetpack racing right for the intended targets. It would serve as a means to break through the duracrete hiding this tunnel and harm whomever was hiding.

<“Like a rat hiding in the filth.”>

VOD O’R JURIR
Tish Cowen

JETII
Corazona von Ascania | Makko Vyres ​

 

[Yael Kandar]

OPERATION SHADOW STORM
~In memory of The Wardog~

EQUIPMENTS:

Spoiler

Yael Kandar's Beskar'gam
M.I. Exoskeleton
M.I. Universal Heads-Up Display
M.I. 'Halo' Jump Boots
M.I. Model 6M Hybrid Pistol
ENCL-JR5 Striking Falcon Jetpack
Breshig War Forge Consolidated NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
Breshig War Forge Consolidated TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
Htagir'senaar Whistling Birds
Standard grappling line
Standard flamethrower
Standard repulsor

OBJECTIVE: SECURE THE FOOTAGE, KILL THE JEDI, PLANT THE BOMB
PROXIMITY: Argen Vance | Colton Renfro | Conrad Derna | Cord Starfall | Drego Ruus | Elise Vizsla | Gabriel Pryce | IC-01 "Chief" | IC-32 "Gears" | IC-7734 "Blaze" | IC-8808 "Bob" | Jade Frossilo | Lesha Priest | Lyrrin | Mevia Vizsla | Minerva Fhirdiad | Oren Sol | Rhys Swynol | Sahan Dragr | Selle Skern | Suvi Dragr | The Vulptex | Valery Noble | Vren Rook | Vulcan Krayt | Evy’armi’naken | Zorana | KIFFU FOLKS
ENGAGING: Kahlil Noble

KIFFU, KIFFU SECTOR, INNER RIM

RAR SKIRATA POV​

<Hang on, Yael, be there in five.> Rar quickly answered Yael's comms, as he gathered some of the remaining War Dogs stationed in the city. <Hiram, Meret, Dascha, you're with me, we're going on a rescue mission.> It won't be an easy task for them, especially if they have to engage Kahlil on the battlefield. They are all hoping it doesn't have to come to that. All they need to do is find Yael and evacuate her to the city center, where a ship will come take her back to Kestri. With that in mind, Rar commed Yael's close friend, Mevia Vizsla , asking her if she's going to be the one who accompanies Yael back home. That's if she's done with her mission.

<Mevia Vizsla, this is Rar Skirata of the War Dogs. We are evacuating Kiffu in twenty minutes. Yael Kandar got hit, but we got all we needed. Send me your location if you are joining. Over.>

Besides that, everything shall be good. The city center is well defended by the Enclave occupiers, even Kahlil on his own won't be able to take it back on his own. It would take an army to take a city from another army.

On the other side of the city, the two clan levies made their way to their respective targets. The bomber, who went towards the customs office, went in unopposed, proceeding to enter the evacuated building and plant a bomb on the ground floor. Meanwhile, the decoy was faced with a challenge, the lighting seemingly plaguing his path after sending the remaining Mandalorians on the battlefield scurrying away for cover. With their leader down and no other War Dogs in peripheral, their morale has been hit, the adrenaline of war slowly getting replaced by a creeping fear.

Kahlil eventually caught up with the decoy, who's been panting for his life, the lightning scaring him shitless. With the Jedi Master behind him, he can't do anything but turn, raised his rifle, and taking steps backwards anxiously.

YAEL KANDAR POV​

It didn't take long until Kahlil's footstep can be heard, denying me of a much needed rest. It was appalling, how quick he managed to clear the battlefield and eliminate my vode. Sure he is a Jedi Master, a councilor , one of the strongest in the whole galaxy. We all know that he'll outmatch almost anyone one-on-one. Yet it was the sheer brutality of how he does it, and his willingness to draw upon the darker side of the force that caught me off-guard.

While we are going to come out of this engagement with prizes on our hand, it has also been an utter failure for my War Dogs initiative. I hadn't invested enough time and effort on developing it, and look at what happened. Slaughtered like mere clan levies. Time to take it back to the planning board, then. It's not like I have anything else to do with this putrid condition. It's reversible, at least I hope, but it will take time. Well, there's other things I can do too. Spending all my time snuggling Gailen Keldau. That sounds nice. How is he, anyway? I hope all is well for him in Yag'Dhul.

Kahlil's footsteps eventually get further, so at least I can rest my shoulder on the wall and take a more relaxed stance, while still having my blaster pistol on one hand and the other hand ready to shoot a Whistling Bird. The thunderous sound of Kiffu atrocious weather soon takes the focus off of me, and it remains for a while, driving me into a deep, anxious thought. Of Gailen and Mevia, of the state of the war, of the Enclave, of my position in it, now that I will be shelved off the action for a while, if not for the unforeseeable future. Chit. I mean who knows? Dad has never recovered from his injury, and he was lucky he already made a name and ludicrous amount of wealth for him prior. I might be considered very accomplished for my age, but that's with the expectation that I'll keep on growing and doing this for forty plus years. With this? Even if I'm only out for six months, there are so many young Enclave warriors that could usurp my position in the Enclave's hierarchy in no time.

The sound of jetpacks and footsteps took me out of my slumbering thoughts. Must be the evac squad, but I can't be sure since I've been ignoring the comms in exchange of my lonely thoughts.

<Rar?> I commed him, weapons still ready to shoot.

Spoiler

TLDR: Four War Dogs flying from the city center to rescue Yael, asking Mevia if she wants to be the one with Yael on her flight back to Kestri. The clan levies on the battlefield is demoralized, the bomber planted the bomb in the empty customs office while the decoy stumbled upon Kahlil on his way to the evacuation building.

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[Drego Ruus]

Allies: Selle Skern Evy’armi’naken
Enemies: Sahan Dragr Suvi Dragr

Damnit. They already had a soldier down, and the battle had just started.

"Tanya! What's the ETA on the Bull?!"

<<Incoming Boss!>>

A K-Wing dipped through the storm, dropping a massive speeder out of the storm, it whirring to life and almost immediately hitting mach I in speed as it charged through the storm.

"Thank frack. Tanya, take it over and shadow that damn flyboy. Ram him if ya need to. I got another target."

Spotting Suvi Dragr take off, Drego loaded another grenade into his underbarrel. This one didn't seem as fast, so he raised his Orar, and loaded the acid grenade at the enemy. He couldn't let up, rushing towards the target after a THOOMP! filled the air, getting up to 30 MPH on foot as he charged the opponent. He had always put other recruits to shame when it came to PT, and now he was using that to his advantage. No one ran like The Hellfighter, and with the jump boots he had, no rooftop of street change could stop him.​

---

<<On it Boss!>>

The Charging Bull took up it's name, quickly fixating on Sahan Dragr in the air. Immediately firing on blind barrage at the mando of heavy ion bolts, while trying to get a lock on the speed demon. <<Shake it baby! Let's see what you got!>>

 

[Dant Zeerno]

SHADOW FALL
~Turn off the lights (again)~

FLYING: KARA | MNV-52 Beviin-class Space Superiority Starfighter
OBJECTIVE: Escort bombing run
ALLIES: Nelliel Kryze | SKULL SQUADRON | Open
OPPOSITIONS: REVENANT SQUADRON | Open
ENGAGING: Halden Chaussidier
PROXIMITY: Yag’Dhul folks​

YAG’DHUL, CORELLIAN TRADE SPINE, INNER RIM

<Yeah? It reminds you of the good 'ol days huh?> I smirked as I retorted Switchblade's joke with a bratty tone. I might get a smack later on for making fun of her age, but the joke hung too crystal clear in my head to even consider letting it go.

Now, having the freighter on my back, I will have to fly Kara with the chasing opposition in mind. The freighter shot up two laser-bolts, which I narrowly dodged rolling to the left. Sometimes, I wonder how my non force sensitive colleague managed to climb the rank of Besky’rade. Sure, there are a lot of skills, techniques, and technology we can utilize to help us in our job, but I don’t think I would be able to dodge that shot without the supernatural senses that I have. Perhaps it will come with time.

Good thing that I have Switchblade with me, who quickly readjusted her position and emerged on the freighter’s back. That’ll make things easier for me, as I checked my radar for the other freighter in the peripheral, and any threat for supporting GA fighters making it to the orbit. Yet I never heard a shot coming from her.

Before long, Switch contacted me on the comms. It seems like another unexpected force is coming into the fray. Packs of Mynock. It can’t be good, these creatures that’s running amok on the orbit can cause a really unnecessary damage if not dealt quickly with.

<Hang on, Switchblade! I got you!> I pulled Kara’s steer upwards, descending in an almost perfect 90° dive, trying to find Switchblade’s Bevin Fighter through my cockpit. <HOLD TIGHT!> I shouted to Switchblade as I shot two rounds of laser-bolts, each for the Mynock that’s hanging too comfortably on her. Not on my watch.

​

 

[BB-610]

| LOCATION: Ukatis |
| TAG: Amani Serys | Anna Carden |


BB-610 was petrified, but he was going to see this through. He never raised a weapon, he never moved; he simply locked eye contact with her, desperate to convince her that his efforts were sincere. Incredibly, the Mandalorian seemed to give him the benefit of the doubt, and while there still remained that lingering shroud of tension, a weight had nonetheless been lifted and had allowed the astromech to release a synthetic sigh of relief, chirping in appreciation.

The droid spoke once more, bweeping slowly and clearly: he told her that he was going to call his friend over, and that nobody was going to get hurt. Tone assuring, BB-610 turned to face the doorway he'd entered, gesturing for Amani to come closer and join them. Knowing that her presence would undoubtedly disturb the Mandalorian, the astromech returned his gaze to her to confidently tell her that his friend is a nice lady, and that she's just trying to help, just like he was. Another brief glance back to Amani, and BB-610's optic narrowed, giving a slow nod as though to silently plead for her to play along.

There's a brief pause, as BB-610 muses on his words. He had no idea just how long this would last for, but a part of him trusted the Mandalorian; it wanted to trust her, at least. He addressed her, calmly stating that he was there for the battle on Ryloth, and that him and his owner had fought against a Mandalorian. He continued, saying that the Mandalorian was a family friend, and that it tore everyone up to hurt each other. The droid gestured around him, bweeping further as he said that things should never have gotten this bad, and that he doesn't want to see another Mandalorian die.

He inched forward, closing the distance between the two. A bad idea, perhaps, but he believed that this woman wanted to do the right thing. BB-610 chirped, a solemn sound as he told her that he didn't see her as an enemy, and that if she lowered her weapon and just came back with them, they could try and unite their peoples again. Valery would trust her, he knew that. Valery would help.

Was it a fruitless attempt? Was he in over his head, with no clear plan? Acting on impulse, on emotion? Maybe. The astromech turned back to Amani, gaze soft as he studied her response.