Casus Belli? Did you order fries with that? (Fringe Dominion of Tar Mordren to 150)

[Jorus Merrill]

"They've done what?"

"Dropped a few thousand cheap trackers, sir. They've got a bead on all of us, and not all of us can switch out their hyper coordinates."

"All right, who's out in the cold?"

"Barks in the Ten Shun and Macrui in the Double Sunrise."

"Both bound for the rendezvous point off that brown dwarf? I'll meet them there, transmit some new coordinates." Jorus's hands danced over the controls. "I'll do what I can, Shanna. I know you and Macrui-"

"Just get it done, sir."

 

[Shinju]

-vrmmmmmm- The sound as the chainblade dug into the shoulder of the rebel was audible as Shinju giggled to it. The arterial spray painting the room and making all of them scream. The fortress was important but that was why she had locked herself in a room with several of them and hidden the guns. NOw the floor was slick and they were tripping. The sealed door keeping it all in while an inch of ichor crimson came to settle. The parts strewn around but the people were more important as one of the women hung there and then she was over there and over there while the blade continued to rev up until it went into flesh and then it tore.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Bloody hell, they're running. This'll be good. Neskar smiled, seeing the flurry of evacuation ships rising from the fortress. Pressing another button on his gauntlet, the jet-pack strapped to his back restarted, lifting the Mandalorian into the air. Approaching the nearest evacuation ship at a blinding pace, he clutched the slug-thrower, hefting it into the air. As he skimmed over the hull, he squeezed the trigger of the rifle, aiming wildly and indiscriminatly. The slugs penetrated the armour of the ship with a heavy smack, and smoke billowed out of the holes. As he curled around the hull of the ship, Neskar cut the jet-pack remotely, landing neatly on his feet at the top of the ship. It had a flat top, and was deserted, save for a few hatches. This was good. He strolled, almost lackadaisical to the nearest one, and aimed at the middle of the hatch. He fired a single shot, and that was enough to punch a decent sized hole into it. Removing his left hand from the stock, Neskar clutched a detpak from his belt, arming it in an instant. Holding it over the hole, he smiled under the helmet and dropped it. Turning around, he skulked away to the other side of the ship, whilst removing the detonator from his belt. His finger hovered over the red button, and he had a crippling thought of the death he would cause here. Oh well. I'm being paid for it. His finger pressed the button. The evacuation ship shuddered uncontrollably, and shook Neskar from the hull, sending him flailing in the air. He kept hold of his rifle, and activated his jet-pack remotely, via the gauntlet on his right hand. Moving his body around in the air, he managed to get a glimpse of the evacuation ship, with a gaping, smoking, flaming hole in the underside of the hull, and the view of it slowly descending from orbit made him smile sadly. A job's a job, he thought, as the ship slammed into the surface of the planet, erupting into a fierce fireball of death and whatnot.

 

[Matreya]

Zaiden ignited his own saber, his modified Golden Claw - the saber received from Ashin Varanin. Originally it was a small handle that wielded a long thin golden saber, now it held a 2 foot hilt that was crafted from multiple layers of Durasteel among other metal alloys. Holding the tall saber vertically next to his head, feet shoulder width apart, "Lets."

With that, the giant man launched forward into melee combat with the elder. His strength was beyond par with any human alive, without aid of the Force, thanks to his Czar implants his whole body was enhanced to superior levels. With aid of the Force, such as times like this when he used his full power on Enhancements, he felt his power may even exceed the elders. He wouldn't know until the battle began, but he hoped his sheer massive size and weight would be the countering event.

Aiming a solid slash for the man's neck, then a follow up of the hilt slamming into the corresponding shoulder.

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Penumbra"]

Feth, the boy was strong. Fast, too -- and as an old Master whose skillset had long been focused on those two areas, to the exclusion of the rest of the Force, Ember confessed himself impressed. Penumbra's blade struck his, slammed him back; he set his feet just as the sabre's big butt crashed into his right shoulder. He switched to left-handed, shaking his right arm to free it from pins and needles, and hacked a slash down along the angle of Penumbra's lightsabre. One blade skidded against the other as he sought to slide his weapon through the Dark Master's right thumb. It was a deft, even subtle, strike for a Djem So master.

Then he set his feet and twisted right, and his sabre inscribed a short arc inside Penumbra's guard -- the equivalent of a one-inch punch -- aimed at the Dark Master's head.

 

[Matreya]

Twisting as swiftly as he could, Zaiden avoided utter dismemberment of his thumb through taking the heat to his forearm. Then turning once again to dodge, instead having a deep gash in his helmet in place of lacking a head entirely. He continued the spin to bring a powerful two handed blow aimed for the old man's side, then he followed through by bringing the blade completely around his back and back to the opposite sides front, to aim a thrust toward his lower abdomen.

The lens on the side of his helmet finally cracked, leaving his view to a singular site. Jumping back for a moment, Zaiden tore his helmet off and threw it to a side, "It's fine. I'll get it repaired." To his dismay though, the pressure of blow had unknown side effects, for he felt a slow trickle of blood beneath his nose. Wiping it silently, he stared at Ember, "You would have been an intense ally to claim. Tis a shame our first encounter had to go on such terms"

Jumping forward again, Zaiden brought another two handed strike towards the Elders head, utilizing the momentum with Czar Enhancements in place of using the force, for concentrating on his Shadow Dagger against his lower Spine caused it to drop from it's sheath. Holding it with his mental abilities, he coated it in a Force Cloak and hurled it towards the man's chest.

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

And with that, the Fringe army -- battered by long-range weapons and by orbital concussion missile barrage, hunkering down under the shields of SMP command walkers -- crossed the final stretch of no-man's-land and crashed into the fortress. Walkers docked with high windows, and Fringe raiders streamed into the upper levels of the fortress. Rebel evacuation ships continued to break away from the fortress until heavier weapons came to bear. Freighters spiralled into the ground, plowing furrows or exploding. The battle was now fully underway, though neither side could really call it a victory.

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Lord Dissero"]

"Har, har," myrtle-ellipses rolled a 360 as blue-eyes made his mad-dash. It was a good thing he couldn't see the smirk on her lips. Slinging the strap of the shotgun over her shoulder, she wasted no time in mounting the catwalk ladder. A red-kill bolt sizzled against the ladder rung just above her fingertips.

"For frak's sake," Southern Corellian accent thickened in her frustration.

Don't stand in your own way. Let go. Ashin's words snaked into her mind from the Spire training session. Releasing her control, the young-Solo reached for those magical, invisible tendrils of the force and jumped the rest of the distance, landing solidly in a a crouch, shotgun swung back into her hands.

She fired, lining up a shot with a shiper across the way who was about to take out smiles. His body pitched forward and landed on a snub-nosed fighter below. Pushing off her toes, she sprinted down the narrow walkway, trusting she would be better on her feet his time.

Reload. Fire. Run. Run. Fire. Dodge. Fire.

It was hard to believe the blur moving on the catwalks was human at all.

 

[Onrai]

"I'd say you can move at normal walking speed. You can probably run too if you stay fleet-footed and quiet." A smile crossed her face as she focused, the White Current enrapturing both women as they crept through the nearest hallway. "I'll keep you covered. Besides, I'm of the opinion a few of these pestiferous rebels need to die. I will of course pay handsomely for some of their supplies..."

After all, she needed to arm her sector somehow.

@[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Penumbra"]

He caught the powerful strike one-handed, and his block barely wavered. It reversed course fluidly and directed the thrust aside. As the super-soldier-slash-Sith-Master removed his helmet, Ember took a moment to switch his lightsabre back to his right hand and check that the last Rebel transports were away. Fringe soldiers began to stream into the base.

The downward strike met a rock-solid parry -- but the dagger trick caught him flat-footed, and even as he spun away, it sank into his chest at an acute angle. Grunting, the old Master dropped his lightsabre.

And vanished, from sight and from the Force. A pained but careful leap took him into the mass of Fringe soldiers, where illusion transformed him into one of them.

He was gone.

OOC/ Thanks for a great fight, dude.

 

[Velok the Younger]

Rave shared a nod with @[member="Circe Savan"] as the White Current's cloak settled over both of them. The base was in an uproar, in the tail end of evacuation. A Wookiee stumbled into them and stumbled away, bleeding from Rave's alchemical knife. He fell, paralyzed, and she slipped into the room where the automated flamethrowers waited to burn the Fringe army. A few deft twists of various dials, and the weapons would never fire again. At least, not against Fringers.

"I'm sure a portion of the Rebel supplies would be available, but this is nothing next to your average Sith fortified world."

As the last evacuation transports left, to escape or die, the fortress fell silent. Success.

 

[Matreya]

(KARK YEAH I beat Ember Rekali!!!!!!!! *clears throat* ok composure lmao)
Dropping down onto one knee, Zaiden finally allowed the pain throbbing in his skull to surface. Covering an eye with his palm he murmured into his comlink, "Ashin, I don't know you sent me after, but he's good. I got him a good one, but he managed to escape. " he groaned out. Putting his helmet under his arm, deactivating Golden Claw, and going to find Rose he moved on. The planet was theirs.

 

[Dissero]

Dissero moved through the maze of conveyors and assembly line machines with the calculated timing of a man with a purpose. He didn't rush, there was no panic in the way his steps brought him from one position to the next, skillfully avoiding bolts, bullets, and bombs alike. The man's progression was fluid and calm, centered - his course altered with keen determination, as though he could see what came next moments before it did.

It brought him to a small clearing where several droids and Rebel soldiers waited, hunched behind the cover of crates and loaded trolleys. Behind them a live conveyor carried slabs of shaped durasteel from one station to the next. Dissero extended his free hand in the direction of the belt and tore it apart with the Force to the cacophony of rent metal. The result was a chaotic spilling of the metal plates and unwraveling of the belt that forced the Rebel team from their cover. He greeted the droids with a lancing arc of wicked blue Force lightning that fried their circuits in seconds. Surveying his path, Dissero pressed outwards as the remaining soldiers bound across the open space between them, leaping over the fallen smoldering droids, bolts spraying haphazardly from their blasters. Blue eyes narrowing upon a figure through a rising cloud of steam, he swept his free hand in a line before her, knocking the soldier off her feet and into the comrade to her right.

Truesword growing hot in his grasp, willing the spill of blood, Dissero grasped the last Rebel with the Force, reeled him in and granted the weapon its meal. The body fell limp and bloodless; on the air the desire for death burned steadily, voraciously. The sting of blaster fire cut across his shoulder, grazing the flesh, and the man looked up from his victim towards the offender. What shadow played tricks on the eyes within the catwalks seemed to have a friend below, for he was upon the soldier before another shot could be fired, blade sunk through the skull, splitting the soft skin beneath the jaw. A single, fluid swing brought it free and biting through the abdomen of the rising third.

He looked up in time to sidestep a toppling pile of durasteel plates which landed upon the bodies with an earsplitting screech of metal on metal. A subtle motion of his hand crumpled the plates into a flat, rising path that he climbed deftly and used to overcome the mangled tracks of the crumbling conveyor.

Around him the sounds of machinery clacked and rumbled, but he heard no further hints of Rebel presence. There across the hall sat the entrance to the hangar, devoid of patrol. Dissero lept upon the last conveyor before him, landing between pieces of molten steel, and gave a cursory glance around the catwalks for Widgets as he rode it towards the doors.

@[member="Kitt Solo"]

 

[Kitt Solo]

@[member="Lord Dissero"]

Heat blasted her face as a molten conveyor belt screeched to an untimely stop. Unconscious rebels that stayed behind littered the catwalk - unmoving. There was far less carnage above than there was before. Myrtle-ellipses caught sight of blue-eyes in action as she slowed her force-fueled pace. Gripping the ladder tightly, she moved down the eerily silent factory of operations - save for the rhythmic pounding of unmanned machines, feet landing in a light thud next to her fellow-Fringer at the doors.

Gritting her teeth, she forced the nausea down.

"Name's Kitt Solo," voice was unusually somber in light of their obvious victory. The rifle slung back across her shoulders as her gaze looked at blue-eyes. "How did someone like you end up with the Fringe?"