Public Cloning Business (SO)

[Darth Strosius]

Objective: Steal Kaminoan Tech, Leave No Witnesses
Equipment: Lightsaber, Disguised Armor
Allies: Anthysius Soraysom-Calimondra
Enemies: Siv Dragr / Volo Dragr / Gwyneira Vizsla / Nalana Baxa
Tags: Alina Tremiru
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While Alisteri was under no assumptions that the fight ahead would be an easy one, given how quickly and efficiently the Mandalorian had dispatched the raiders before him, he wasn't expecting to see his first attack go so catastrophically wrong. The lightning didn't seem to phase the armored warrior at all for a start. What was meant to be a disorientating shot had no affect from what he could tell, and as such his subsequent lightsaber strike was all too easy to avoid or counter.

Surprisingly his blade did land and hit his opponent, but to his frustrated surprise the armor held against the lightsaber. And then he felt a blade impact and pierce through his armor before he had the chance to pull his weapon back to defend himself. He gritted his teeth to stop the pained yell that threatened to escape as the Mandalorian's blade stabbed into his chest, too busy trying to step away and gain some distance between them to try and return the strike. The masked Sith stumbled back, his free hand coming to clutch the now bleeding wound as he watched his opponent's left arm raise towards him.

Right as he was about to charge and slice off the offending limb, fire erupted from the vambrace and he barely had time to react. The only thing he could do for the moment, he swiftly turned to the side and grabbed his cape with his free hand to throw it off and try to block or stifle the gout of flame that was intent on burning him alive. It was no wonder that the Mandalorians were few in number thus far, if they all possessed such skills and equipment.

He stepped back once more as a strange noise reached his ears and the whistling birds came at him. A swift strike cut down one of them but the rest managed to find their target and soon the Sith was thrown back by multiple small explosions. A scream, half between a pained cry and an angered roar, followed as he found himself on the ground and with seared, smoking wounds now covering his chest. Out of adrenaline and sheer rage he managed to haul himself back onto his feet.

There was little chance of getting back into the fight and surviving, not even his regeneration would be able to mend the damage he had taken and even if it could his lightsaber couldn't cut through the Beskar quick enough to end his enemy. There was only one option. "Start the engines!" Alisteri nearly shouted the order into his helmet's commlink as he leapt to the side and hit the ground running, pushing himself to sprint across to his shuttle as fast as he could. The Legionnaires did their best to return fire as the hauled their growing number of wounded into said shuttle, quick to get the vessel ready to go as their leader rushed back to them.

Neither the Legionnaires nor their Sith master knew of how desperate their escape attempt was, but both had far too many distractions and concerns to bother trying to find a cloaked ship hovering nearby.

 

[Ishani Dinn]

Tags: Zlova Rue Okera Vekra

"I told you I intended to build a kingdom for myself. A kingdom needs an army."

Ishani’s eyes narrowed. Time seemed to slow down as Zlova charged at her, swinging both lightsabers, while Okera used the Force to electrify the puddle of rainwater at Ishani’s feet.

One really couldn’t blame the unexpected allies for failing to work well together and build off of each other’s attacks. All Ishani had to do was evade Zlova—a move that put her out of range of the puddle—and let Okera’s lightning electrocute the lunging Twi’lek in her place.

Her bow was already strung in case Zlova did manage to escape the shock, and she unleashed yet another volley of energy arrows at her.

 

[Jos Krayt]

ALLIES: MANDALORIANS | Targus Sainze
ENEMIES: SITH
ENGAGING: Darth Nito | Alina Tremiru | Open
GEAR: In bio

Vienen a Verme​

Jos didn’t expect the big brute of a Sith to halt or turn around, though the hope was there in the back of his mind. The quicker this was resolved, the quicker he could get back to a peaceful moment of respite. Unfortunately, his foe would likely not care about that… and his troopers skulking about were not helping the mood.

”You ever learned manners?” He spoke up as his foe charged at him, though Jos was in no rush. With a flick of his hand, a powerful gust of wind would bellow from the various rooms to throw the troopers out.

When his enemy finally attacked, Jos glided along the floor like the winds he just invoked. First to the left, then back and, with a smooth duck or twist, he evaded the man’s strikes with elegant precision.

"Has that ever worked?"

"My purpose is war and my nature is conquest - don't think to insult me with hyperbolic charity."

”I don’t even need to, you’re doing a marvelous job of it yourself. I’ve met faster Hutts in my years that also managed to look in better shape than you.” He spoke up, finally moving his staff from behind his back to deflect the giant’s greatsaber for a quick moment, though it didn’t help much when a massive boot sent the Kel Dor flying backwards.

Skidding along his back, Jos casually sat upright and stared blankly at the man. ”Is that the best kick you have? Holy kark.” He called out, standing back up and marching towards the Sith. ”A child could be screaming and slapping the floor and even that would be more painful to experience than that kick.” He commented, releasing a powerful Force Push to try and slam the man into the wall beside him.

 

[Darth Nito]

The men in the rooms were not so easily dissuaded - they themselves a specialized force of deep operations specialists meant to fight greater threats than Jos Krayt . The wind made them hesitate, but their march was eternal - just as Nito was, tanking the force push with an arm raised to protect what would be his face - were it not for the mask.​

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Still, his traction failed him, and while he stayed sturdy, he was pushed back several feet while his boots scraped and dragged themselves against the floor. When the inertial ceased, he moved back to the march - always forward, ever pressuring the Master with his sheer presence. His hand raised, a pressure building at the man's feet as he swung his greatsaber once more, diagonally from shoulder to opposite hip.​

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Yet at the last second, the pressure of the force around the man's feet shifted entirely. It grabbed for his mask, his rebreather, and the googles protecting his eyes - and with a terrifying pressure threatened to rip them from his skull; and only then did Nito speak again, voice altered by the vocabulator in the helmet.​

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"Dun Moch is a skill for the Sith, it's effectiveness ruined by your ignorance. If you are to try and have a jape, do better."​

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Panels began to break from the walls near Nito, forming a small orbit behind him as he finally stood still, watching the Force Master, waiting for his reaction.​

 

[Okera Vekra]

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Cloning Business​

"Whilst I disagree with that statement, that's semantics. However, if you do need an army then what do you call that outside" Twi'lek charged, Okera would have sighed if she had the time. She stopped the lightning as quickly as she could but was unsure whether it would get the Twi'lek. Okera moved to block the arrows from hitting her ally and prevent her from being caught off guard. That said Okera was unaware of the drugs affecting the other's system and how it would further affect them.
"Go right I'll go left" Intentionally spoken in Ryl it came out as such, hopefully, the Twi'lek spoke the language and Ishani didn't. Even if she did it was two against one, allowing them to flank and try and box her in to subdue or kill.

Okera moved slow and steady keeping the shield in front of her with the sabre at the side ready to counter. With the energy bow and pushing Ishani into a corner, the woman would quickly run out of space to draw and fire. Pitty she didn't have Huxton around to shoot them in the back like Dooku.

Ishana Pavanos | Zlova Rue

Love is our strength, love is our shield and blade

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[Alina Tremiru]

Oh?

Alina's gaze narrowed. Not on Targus before her. The lumbering figure some distance away. Even through the blaster fire around as chaos continued through the facility she could recognize who it was. Nito. Hidden under the cumbersome mask she'd appropriated the Sangnir turned her attention back to the Mandalorian before her. Was he the one who called her here?

No, she could practically smell his hesitation. He didn't know what was going on. The path was continued ahead regardless.

"Gom, dear?"

"W.. What?"

"Don't get shot."

She crouched only for a moment before she took off in a dead sprint. Where the Mandalorian hesitated, she didn't, closing the gap in the blink of an eye to swing her let for the Beskar helmed individual. It'd been a while since she last fought a Mando.

Time to test out if she was any better.

Targus Sainze | Jos Krayt | Darth Nito

 

[Zlova Rue]

Zlova found the banter between the women annoying. Not because they were talking, but because they knew one another. Not crossed-weapons before, but understood motivates knew. And Ishani wanted to build a kingdom. With an army. Because of course she did. Sith spit.

Another thing Zlova hated about 'allies'... they did things without approval. The Twi'lek was a loner by virtue of upbringing. Sith weren't big on the group tactics and unit cohesion. Not in a way that had them in tears when one of them died, anyway. So landing in an electrified puddle wasn't surprising, just extremely upsetting -- which was fine, really. Painful, but fine.

Ishani sought to take advantage of the situation. Fortunate, really. If the bright lightning hadn't affected Zlova's legs the Sith would have instantly tracked the woman's little side-stepping. Instead, her violet blades spun off to the side to deflect even more arrows cast in her direction. That too was vexing, but not enjoyably so; Ishani liked her ranged attacks too much for the Twi'lek's liking.

Okera wanted to flank the woman and that was all well and good. Zlova could use a second or two for all the sensation in her feet to return though. So in the interest of 'teamwork,' her left hand thrust out toward Ishani as though to throw the Force at her opponent; the right saber was held back, poised as though to skewer a drawn in catch. None of which was true. Instead, shards of broken and bent metal from earlier shook, trembled, and then shot through the air toward the bothersome intruder. From the 'right' so Okera didn't play pincushion.

Tag: Okera Vekra | Ishana Pavanos
Hostile: Kamino Invaders
Friendly: Enclave Protectors
Objective: Keep the Enemy out of the Main Lab in lockdown.

 

[Targus Sainze]

Allies: Mandalorians, Jos Krayt
Enemies: Sith, Alina Tremiru , Darth Nito

She crouched only for a moment before she took off in a dead sprint. Where the Mandalorian hesitated, she didn't, closing the gap in the blink of an eye to swing her let for the Beskar helmed individual.

Targus jumped backward, leaning back and away from the woman's blow, firing his jetpack to propel himself faster backward away from the onrushing Sith. The Mandalorian levelled his pistols and fired his magnetic revolver rapidly at the Sith, knowing the shattergun ammo it used would be hard to intercept and impossible to reflect if she did have a lightsaber. He noticed the Kaminoan behind the Sith and, recalling the short conversation he saw the woman have with the Kaminoan, was struck by unholy inspiration.

Adjusting his aim, he aimed the disruptor pistol in his other hand at the Kaminoan and fired a single Cluster Shotgun round. If the Kaminoan was of any value to the woman, she would need to halt her attack and stop the round before it shredded the Kaminoan, and even if she did, the blast would slow her down. Either way, more time for Targus to retreat, though he was not sure if there was anyone in the reverse direction.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

He fired.

But she was already gone.

Alina wasn't human. She was a monster, with inhuman agility. Strength. Her form darted ahead of the man's blaster, outright avoiding the scattergun's shots in a mad dash. Figures it'd be a scattergun. She could dodge the shots, sure.

But she couldn't get closer.

Opting to just dodge for the time being, she was content with it. Planning, waiting. The Mandalorian couldn't stay in rhe air forever, and the moment he wasn't flying she'd be on him. At least until he turned his barrel to Gom.

Annoyance flashed in her mind. Anger. So they had no qualms killing what should be their own? Fine, that'd work in her favor anyway.

Her foot slammed onto the ground, popping up part of the floor itself. She wretched the metal away as the sound of metal tearing filled the hall. Then it flew. Catching the blast like a makeshift shield before it scattered into dust.

Disruptors? She clicked her tongue. Gom, full of fear, just stumbled back and away. Ran to cover to get out of sight. There was no way he was going to die here.

Alina cracked another part of the floor, wrenching the flat sheet of metal up before hucking it like a frisbee towards the retreating Mandalorian. If a frisbee was thrown like it was a bullet fired from a gun.

"I didn't take Mandalorian's for cowards!" She grinned under her helmet.

Grant it, she didn't think the thing was going to hit the Mandalorian with their Jetpack active. Targus wasn't her target. The Mandalorian in the distance was. The one she assumed was the one who brought her here.

And if it clipped Nito on the way, all the better.

Darth Nito | Jos Krayt | Targus Sainze

 

[Targus Sainze]

Allies: Mandalorians, Jos Krayt
Enemies: Sith, Alina Tremiru , Darth Nito

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Targus had not reckoned with the power of those with eldritch ties to the Force in a long time, and he found himself surprised - and annoyed at his own surprise - when the woman moved faster than his rounds, then proceeded to tear metal off the floor with her hands and block the shotgun blast. It at least confirmed the Kaminoan was valuable to the intruder for some reason. With luck, perhaps it had something to do with this invasion in the first place.

"I didn't take Mandalorian's for cowards!"

The chunk of metal wrenched from the floor soared through the air towards Targus, its path through the air heralded by the dirge of whistling air, but this, at least, he could react quickly to.

He shut off his jetpack and fell down and backwards towards the ground, landing on his feet and just missing the gigantic projectile. The force of the wind in its wake buffeted him and he stumbled back, forcing the Mandalorian to turn and look backwards. There he saw Darth Nito and Jos Krayt engaging. Good, a two on two would give him slightly better odds of making it out of here alive.

Targus fired his pack again, this time facing towards the dueling pair. He checked his fuel: he had only enough to 'hop' several feet before the engines would need to cool. Landing on his feet again, Targus sprinted towards the pair and away from Alina, firing both pistols at Darth Nito while his attention was fixed on the Kel Dor.