Skirmish Eternal Conflict - Assault on Garos IV (Mando Protectors & Allies Vs Sith & Allies)

[Astrid pentoghast]

Elise Ahana-Gwyneira
Equipment: nightsister energy bow, lightsaber

Astrid smiled at Elise the mando realized her situation that range wasn't going to help her. Plus the bow wasn't the fasted ranged weapon in existence which was rich since she had her nightsister bow with her not that she planned to use it but she was feeling nostalgic plus it never hurt to be prepared one never knew if they needed a ranged weapon for emergencies. As she watched the mandolorian she had a beautiful face and hair but could sense the young woman was up to something.

As Elise shot the rocket from her wrist launcher Astrid quickly summoned darkside tendrils to protect herself Astrid was stretching herself thin concentrating on all those she had mind controlled now with the darkside tendrils which formed a wall to protect Astrid from Elises missile blast only to see it hit the ground and throw up dirt causing Astrid to dismiss the tendrils grabbing her red lightsaber from her belt Astrid activated it. And charged at Elise as Astrid blocked Elise's attacks with her lightsaber with quick blocks one handed Astrid smirked letting out another volley of green force lightning that if Elise dodged would hit a group of mandalorians.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

The whistling birds moved with the speed and ferocity that was intended by their design, their telltale sound as if tiny missiles sparking out towards their target was more than enough warning. The Force swirled through his hands, he commanded its will, he ordered its presence, he directed its power, his power.

He pulled and with force acting upon them in all directions, they were brought to heel in front of him. So tantalisingly close, so alluringly close to their target.

Before they were forced to betray her.

Their whistle continued, as they were shifted back to face their mistress.

Dull red eyes gazed towards the Moridinazid before him, the butcher who had made herself all the way here through the slaughter of so many, the killer of so many of his own men. There was a glimmer in his eye now, he had almost killed the last Mordinazid who had killed his men, only staying his hand when she proved herself useful to his schemes and plots.

This one before him now? He had no such compulsion. She had absolutely no use to him, and every bone in his body, every thought in his mind, was centred on an objective so clear and simple, its target standing right before him.

Yet he would not kill this one either.

For he knew exactly who she was.

"Mevia of Clan Vizla, I presume." He coldly intoned, he recognised the armour well.

And less than a second passed, as his eyes suddenly blazed into life, seemingly as if flames were lapping at his irises, his lips curving into a smile of such malice and madness that one would think him deranged. With the Force at his fingertips, he pushed, and within seconds all the whistling birds that had once seen him as their target.

Now could not complain, could not waver, could not apologise, as they zoomed forward to their Mistress.

"Mevia of Clan Vizla, sister of Elise of Clan Vizla." He spoke of the name as if it was reverent as if it was a name to be cherished, a name to be loved, "As it is your station, you will survive today, only by her will, her desire, a better sister than you deserved," Where one hand pushed, the other had lightning as white as the snows coil around it, lightning that burned hotter than any most lightning, lightning that would bring their target to their knees.

"You will feel, every single wound you inflicted upon her that day." She would feel every single wound she inflicted on him that day. That stormy night, on Kiffu and Kiffex, when his cherished was harmed to such a degree that he would never forgive, nor forget.

After all, it was difficult when he felt every single wound himself.

He would have killed Mevia had they been anyone else. Yet he knew when he saw those memories when he had experienced them firsthand, he knew in his heart of hearts that his Elise did not want her dead.

So she would live.

Live within an inch of life.

Live with the most pain, suffering, and agony that he could provide her.

The lightning struck out, as the thunder boomed out of his hand, at the speed of its own substance within seconds the cobweb-looking weapon shot across their distance, towards their target. It had been electricity first, then it had been a head blow, and after that, it grew hazy, the cuts, the stabs, the slices, the punches, the kicks, the words... he would make her experience it all.

He would make her beg for mercy.

MERCY SHE DID NOT DESERVE.

An eye trailed back towards the burning husk of the man she brutalised mere seconds before, as a hand drew out a lightsabre, red plasma hissing out as it kissed the air, "You would have made a good Sith."

So the games began.

The games that would make her beg for death.

Mevia Vizsla

 

[Lucia Naberrie]

Location: Starship Hangar, Hibridium Mining Facility - Garos IV
Objective: Resource Management
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Direct Engagement: Drego Ruus

The Juggernaut was hard to stop. That much was certain and now, obvious. Her scatterblaster seemed to have merely annoyed him, as he powered through its blasts with not even a grunt of exertion or strain, in the manner of a drugged berserker.

Perhaps that was exactly what he was. Such a thing would not be entirely out of character for Mandalorians.

Lucia was just about to fire again, but as the Juggernaut swung his shotgun around, thereby covering the potential weak potential that she had been aiming for, the gynoid reconsidered. Instead, she suddenly accelerated to her left just as the Mandalorian brought his shotgun on target and opened fire, her body’s integrated repulsors allowing her to skate just above the ground at a blistering velocity as a spray of pellets followed in her wake. In that, the gynoid didn’t move without purpose as she leveraged her lighter, quicker loadout in an attempt to outmaneuver her assailant. Not even a second later, she managed to interpose the bulk of a row of stacked crates between herself and the charging Mandalorian, diving behind its cover and falling as she was hit by a spray of pellets. In that, her systems swiftly reported the extent of the damage—a grazing hit had been struck at her right flank. The small ceramic carbide armor plates under her outfit had prevented penetration, but they wouldn’t hold forever. No doubt, a synthetic bruise would be left behind as well from the trauma to her synthskin.

Indeed, in Lucia’s experience, in the context of a gunfight, there was rarely such a thing as a perfect dodge.

Lucia quickly readied a flash grenade, adjusting the detonation timer so that it would go off only a second after it left her hand. Then, leveraging her auditory receptors and motion sensors, Lucia triangulated the Juggernaut’s position, before running the requisite ballistic calculations in her synthetic mind—a process that took only milliseconds. A little more than a second after moving behind cover, she heaved the flash grenade over the crates, sending it flying towards the charging Mandalorian so that the small bomb might explode only a couple meters in front of his face for maximum stunning effect.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Bloodflower Sapphire
  
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Synthspray
    • Lucia Naberrie’s Headband - ¹⁄₁₅ Concentration
  • Droid
    
    • IBIS Drone
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Gas Cartridge-Power Cell Combined Unit (8)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
• Lucia Naberrie’s ETL-36 Assault Scatterblaster Rifle
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • UPC-06 Underbarrel Plasma Caster
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • Medium Plasma Gas Canister (2)
• AI-Gx02 Si-Plasma Grenade

 

[Arla Rodarch]

Aha! Arla exulted inwardly as her ploy worked successfully. The darts had struck home for true, and now it was only a matter of seconds before her opponent fell. She was victorious, and now she only had to strike, and it would be ended. Except. Annika moved strikingly fast, and then promptly disappeared. Arla had no way to know what had happened or that the Sith was still tantalizingly close, only hundreds of meters away. It had been a good fight, but she'd wanted the kill too.

"Kad damn you." She cursed, which made her feel better, slightly, but also attracted unwanted attention from what she percieved as some kind of Sith hybrid droid horror beast. It growled as it came at her, metallic death and destruction towering over her. She had no idea what it was. Almost nonchalantly, she drew a blaster and shot it in the face. Hit. But it kept coming. More determined, she fired several more aimed shots one after another, stitching them down the beast's chest, but still it came on. Finally she discarded the blaster at it closed upon her, and resorted to the blade, her beskad driving through the side of its head.

They went down together, the metal monster having mercifully gone limp as she rode its dead body into the ground. They landed hard, and Arla wrenched her beskad free, splashing sparks as she did so. She stood and considered taking a trophy from such a tough kill, but before she could follow that thought, another one came at her.

Annika Starfire Darth Carnifex

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Then let it forth, Liberator. Have we both not crossed fire and death to only speak ill? Show me all that your fury has afforded you."

The Dark Lord braced Himself as the wind began to pick up, the softer finery of His scale-cloak billowing at His back while the heavy metal kept it from whipping about chaotically. Bodies of both Sith and Mandalorian were hauled up into the air, twirled about by the raging maelstrom. The one body which did not join the others in the air was the one firmly impaled into the ground by the Dark Lord's runeblade.

"There we go," smirked the Dark Lord, "That's the way." His eyes followed Mia as she tore aside her helmet, throwing it to the ground. Now they were completely obscured, no one could interfere with them, and no one could see just how far their Liberator had fallen. Orange eyes, fiery with hate, stared into the eyes of the Dark Lord; which were cold, calculating, and cruel.

He reached to His side, and His lightsaber slipped into His waiting palm. The blade ignited, an angry red that crackled intensely. He used the weapon to scythe the first chunk of permacrete thrown His way, the two halves spiraling away on either side of Him. He sliced the next one in half as well, moving incrementally closing towards Mia with each strike. He only swung His blade at the precise moment, never wasting any action on unnecessary flourish or ornamentation.

And His eyes never wavered from staring directly into hers.

"Come deeper into the dark, I can show you all there is to know."

Mia Monroe ​

 

[Drego Ruus]

Location: Inside Hanger Bay.
Engaging: Lucia Naberrie
IC Music: Stormtroopers
Gear: See Bio​

A flash.

One would expect it to blind anyone normally, but Drego always had a bit of luck on his side. Well, luck and a very clever AI.

<Shutting off optics!> The AI spoke into the man's ear, as everything went dark. It'd be crazy, right? But Drego had fought the Maw, fought Mandos, and now was fighting bots. He knew a thing or two about fighting blind. The Sonic Dampener in his helemt did the trick of defeaning the proceeding bang, and now he was relying entirely on the HUD data his helmet was relaying to him. Besides, he already knew where his foe was. Loading an HE grenade into his underbarrel, he made sure it was a contact explosive, before aiming at the ground just next to his target's hiding place.

Then he charged forward once more, holstering his Orar and pulling His new Soft Paw, and firing a beam of cryo at the enemy's legs as he rushed around the corner, immediately following his HE grenade's blast.

 

[Vazz]

Fascinating.

Vazz watched from where he was hidden, humming in thought. They'd realized the illusion for what it was instantly. A Force Sensitive for certain, then. He stayed invisible, shrank away even further into the Force. He wasn't a blank, he simply could shrink his very presence to a microscopic level. It's what the Assassins were skilled in, after all.

It also meant he'd need to put more substance to the illusions he could create. Those that relied on the Force to see were often easier to trick with the Force itself. Not that he had any intention of striking out just yet. Instead he sent out another illusion. One with substance. Himself in all his Defel glory a distance away, staring up at the Mandalorian as they looked around. Whistling with a grin on his face.

For all intents and purposes, it was him. A carbon copy in the Force, but without any physical form once interacted with.

"Just hanging around, Mandalorian?"

Corbin Vasher

 

[Mia Monroe]

He drew ever closer, cleaving through each chunk hurled at him like it was butter, eyes fixed on hers.

"I've been walking in the dark, longer than you know. There is nothing you can show me, that I have not already seen."

Her hand reaching behind her head to draw her beskad, the blade glinting in the low light. The maelstrom spun on, fed by her unending rage it began to take a life of its own, spitting material outward to crash into the battle beyond. Mia had eyes and focus only for him. The rest was circumstantial, a problem to worry about after.

Liberator.

Ra's voice growled across the back of her mind, the world about her flickered, the red of the blood wastes replacing the battle, Ra's enormous form replacing Kaine's, before flickering back. The lines were blurring, the madness she fought to keep at bay, that came with her every step deeper into the dark, was threatening to take hold.

Not yet.

Lightsaber and beskad collided as Carnifex attacked, the blows pointed, there was no flourish on either part as Mia rose to the challenge, seeking to find a weak point in each others defence. Beyond the maelstrom, only the flash of red could be see at the force tornados base, as the beskad and lightsaber collided again and again.

Darth Carnifex

 

[Elise Ahana-Gwyneira]

Equipment
Armor	Beskar'gam.
Melee Weapons	Copad'kal, "Ambition", personal Mandalorian Kal.
	Kada'yr, Mandalorian Kal.
	Iviin'cer, beskar spear.
Pistols	DXN-57 Breachlight blaster pistol.
	BH Durin Charric Blaster Pistol.
	AP-25i 'SIMP' Particle Beam Blaster.
Other
	Auriel Combined Energy Bow.
	Mother's Root seeds [In secured bottle stored in belt.]
	Ground Mother's Root toxin [In secured bottle stored in belt.]

Astrid pentoghast

Cyan colored text indicates an illusion.

Elise made it!

So close to her target, Elise repeatedly attacked the witch with her kal. She was leaning back, on the defensive, but Elise could Sense that something was brewing.

She also was able to sense the general Force Signatures around her. She knew that there were Mandalorians behind her, fighting the reanimated bodies of their comrades. It made Elise hiss with anger. She raised her glass vial in the air.

Suddenly, Elise's hair stood up, and her skin felt the tingling sensations of electrical charge.

Haar'chak!

Green Force Lightning slammed into Elise's body. She gritted her teeth, shouting as she ate it. She couldn't risk the vode behind her being hit. But it was now or never. If she somehow lost the vial, her hand loosening from her pain-...

She screamed, throwing the vial into the ground and letting the plasma of the lightning do the rest.

Within the immediate radius, where she and the witch were, Mother's Root was released through the energy of the lightning. Elise could feel its effects on her immediately. The pain from the lightning dulled, and her connection to the Dreamscape became more real than reality. She fell back from the force of the Lightning, slamming into the ground.

Drowsiness threatened to knock her out completely, but she had years of tolerance training towards these side effects. Her beskar'gam had multiple systems fried. Her left vambraces was good as dead. She could hear her H.U.D. blaring with errors as she jetpack's systems emitted warnings from behind. Even with the lightning beating down on her, and even with the area around her distorting into different colors, she stood up once more. She stumbled forward, but shoved her foot into the ground to keep still. She looked up to the Nightsister, and she would see her eyes glowing an ethereal red as the psychedelic trip took hold.

"It's my turn."

Despite the lightning's pain, Elise smiled.

Elise tore her backup Kal from its hilt, having dropped Copad'kal during the lightning strike. Eyes glowing, she pulled the knife into a battle ready position and spoke, "Is this your first time tasting Mother's Root? The first trip is always the hardest."

From the ground around her, enormous and thorny roots burst from the ground, shaking what already was a shaky feeling earth. The roots plowed towards the Nightsister.

Elise's war paint glowed beneath her armor as she ripped her Charric pistol from its holster and fired a shot at the witch. She ran forward once again, lifting her knife to swing down from the right left as she aimed the roots to grab the Nightsister's limbs and aimed a kick towards her from the left right.

 

[Mevia Vizsla]

Kranak Vizsla's granddaughter grunted with a sneer; activating her bubble shield as the whistling birds were returned to their sender. It was one of the oldest Force tricks in the book. The explosions lit up around the shield as Mevia continued to charge towards the Sith.

Then, the lightning came. The pain screeched through Mevia's body as her H.U.D.'s alarms blared. With a beskar'gam that matched the toughness of its owner, Mevia slowed but kept on pushing. Gritting her teeth, she marched through the lightning until she was standing right next to Malum. Her body shook, and her hand involuntarily let go of her sword as her nerves twitched from the lightning. But, she still stood.

As the lightning finally stopped, Mevia panted heavily. The Chiss was way too confused. So confused, in fact, that her anger took a back seat for a moment. How did this random Sith know her sister? Why did he speak of her with such affection? And how did he know about...?

"How... do you... know... that..."

Traitor!

Abandoner!

Vode killer!

Spineless wretch!

Special snowflake!

Rival!

Sparring partner!

Talented queen!

Tutor!

Teacher!

Guide!

Sister!

Mevia panted, so many emotions running through her mind. She had been doing her best not to think of that traitor... she had been doing everything she could not to think about her sister...

Why was a Sith speaking as if she was family to him? Did he want revenge on her? What on earth was Elise doing anywhere near a Sith?

She clenched her fist.

"First she leaves me... Then she betrays me..."

Elise's smile flashed before her eyes. The precious memory scorned her. And the logical conclusion of her thoughts, it was incomprehensible to her as well.

"Don't tell me she betrayed us like that!"

She lifted her fist, tears forming beneath her visor as her crushgaunt crackled with more electricity. Roaring, the Force forsaken Mandalorian aimed a hard, heavy punch towards the Sith before her.

"Don't tell me she joined the ones who defiled and destroyed our homes!?!"

A series of brutal unarmed attacks were launched, meant to push the Sith back. She would beat him within every inch of being being, until she got answers. Mandalorian Core, drilled into her since she was a toddler, was wrathfully unleashed upon this soft, robe wearing, scrawny toy Sith.

Don't tell me Elise left us to become that! It's not like her! She's too-

A glimpse of memory. Elise wiping Mevia's cuts away after a sparring session, and placing a wet towel on her wounds. Kind, gentle, and loving.

Her sister left her when she joined the Novanian Shamans. Whoever this boy was, he had no idea how much Elise had hurt her little sister.


Darth Malum of House Marr

 

[Lucia Naberrie]

Location: Starship Hangar, Hibridium Mining Facility - Garos IV
Objective: Resource Management
Dialogue Legend: <<Technopathy Link>> │ “Verbal”
Direct Engagement: Drego Ruus

Her assailant might register a sensation of blindness and sensory deprivation. Or so, Lucia hoped. Regardless of whether or not her grenade would truly manifest the outcome that she desired, the gynoid was compelled to act quickly and decisively. Almost as soon as the flash grenade left her hand, she slipped out from realspace and into the realm of nothingness, having taken extra care to activate the singularity projector while her entire body was behind the crates, so that no part of her was visible in the process of doing so.

The better to remain discreet.

Only a couple heartbeats later—just after her grenade had gone off—Lucia winked back into existence with her body set in a low firing stance, now a little more than 10 meters directly behind the Juggernaut as he finished loading a grenade into the underbarrel of his weapon. She didn’t hesitate. The gynoid opened fire immediately after her reemergence into reality, at which point a trio of silenced particle beam blasts exploded out from the barrel of her rifle all within less than a second—each aimed for the back of his left knee joint in the hopes of severing or maiming the limb.

In the hopes of stopping the thus far unstoppable.

Spoiler: Loadout

• Bloodflower Sapphire
  
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
  • Utility
    
    • Synthspray
    • Lucia Naberrie’s Headband - ¹⁄₁₅ Concentration
  • Droid
    
    • IBIS Drone
• Breshig War Forge Consolidated DP-02 Class-D Heavy Disruptor Pistol (2)
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Gas Cartridge-Power Cell Combined Unit (8)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
• Lucia Naberrie’s ETL-36 Assault Scatterblaster Rifle
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Power Cell (4)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • UPC-06 Underbarrel Plasma Caster
      
      • Ammunition
        
        • Medium Plasma Gas Canister (2)
• AI-Gx02 Si-Plasma Grenade

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"Arrogant and foolish, Liberator. You've yet to comprehend all that I can bestow."

Their blades clashed, crackling plasma against polished beskar. Carnifex was fast and aggressive, striking at Mia with a flurry of jabs and swipes. The ground became marred by the scorched fissures of the Dark Lord's blade, a roadmap of slagged metal growing as their fight intensified. The Dark Lord was largely stationary, only moving when He could press Mia backwards, His feet grounded as He struck again and again; His reach greater than that of the smaller Mandalorian's.

"You spent so many years locked away in that hellscape, Mia." This was the first time He'd uttered her name, "While your people burned, their hopes and dreams dashed, and what scant survivors there were scattered to the farthest corners of the galaxy. You think you can just come back and build it all again? I will never stop hunting your people, not until they all lay rotting in the earth and the name Mandalorian passes from all memory."

He blocked a strike, lightsaber and beskad pressed tight against one another. Even from behind a leering visage, she could tell that the Dark Lord's eyes blazed with hatred.

"I'll feed all your children to wolves."

Mia Monroe ​

 

[Mia Monroe]

Pressure was building in her chest, his words crawling under her skin, cutting through her very soul with each truth. Muscle memory was all that kept him at bay, pain and rage build with in her, drawing her deeper into the wellspring of the force, it coiled in her muscles, gave her the strength to hold her ground, to keep the powerful strikes at bay.

KATLAYADYR!


He was seeking to unbalance her, for her to falter in the fight, to give him the opening her needed, but her blade was as fast as it was strong. She was a warrior with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Two impossible forces colliding with only one thing in mind. the death and destruction of the other.

LIBERATOR!
​

"You already did." she snarled. "My child died at the hands of your Rooks. You had Ra take my life and then you stripped my existence form the galaxy as best you could. But here is something you seem to be struggling to understand." She twisted his lightasber away from her, only to have them come crashing together again as she sought a weak point in his defences. "Mando'ade are more than just a people, we are more than the flesh and blood you keep trying to carve your way through. We are an idea."

​

You are my failure....​

The world flickered again, but Carnifex was still Carnifex, behind him, Ra towered, but behind her she could hear them all whispering calling to her.

Mi'ika

Monroe​

Mia​

Buir?

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "And you cannot kill an idea." She pushed his blade aside again and stepped back dropping her blade. The weight in her chest, the force she been gathering sprung from her hands as she raised them, a tight cone of force destruction, channelled at his chest.


Darth Carnifex

 

[IG-152B]

Spoiler: Equipment

• Inner Equipment
  
  • Battle Analysis Module
  • Myriad Visual System - Mk. 2
  • Kraren X Super Processor
  • Droid Energized Armor Mark III
  • Reflective Armor Reinforcements
• Personal Weaponry
  
  • Concussion Disc
  • Toxic Gas Dispenser
  • CryoBan grenades, Thermal Detonators and Sonic Detonators
  • Droid Deflector Mark III
  • MV-18 "Force" Class Vambraces
  • BlasTech Light Repeating Blaster
  • MK Sniper Rifle
  • 434 Deathhammer
  • Integrated Wrist Blaster
  • Integrated Carbonite Projector Mark II

As the Sith Order and the Mandalorian Protectors clashed in the skies and on the ground of Garos IV's battlefield, the IG-152B's battlefield scanners suddenly sprang to life. They detected the arrival signatures of additional transports descending from high orbit, bearing Sith-Imperial designation codes to signify their friendly status.

However, there seemed to be some confusion as these transports flew overhead without landing on any of the large-landing platforms scattered near the defensive line. The Kainite Defense Commander of the Facility promptly relayed the information through holo-transmissions, alerting the field commanders that the Protectors were already launching an assault on the facility.

Based on the battle computer module, it didn't make much strategic sense for the recently arrived transports to immediately head towards the facility hangar.

Unless they were carrying enemy soldiers or possibly rebels under the command of a Sith Lord, who was attempting to gain recognition by targeting Kainite Assets instead of protecting them.

Looking at it from that angle, it was without a doubt a perfect rationale for the peculiar conduct of the transportation. Safeguarding the facility was of utmost importance for fostering improved relations with the Sith Order on behalf of the Shadow Syndicate. To protect the facility's interior from the rebels, they employed their own forces consisting of incarcerated inmates from Nal Hutta and Nar Shaddaa, along with a small contingent from the Haxion Brood Raiders to counter such threats.

IG-152B would rush back into the facility after alerting the facility command of the possible intruders from the hanger.

"Deploy our two autocannons in the corridors."

Darth Strosius

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Power welled within Monroe, power that the Dark Lord recognized. She had tapped deep into the power of the Dark Side, enough to call forth such destructive energy as this. Things were beginning to make sense within His mind, the reasons as to why she had obscured their battle and tossed aside her only means of communication beyond the maelstrom becoming abundantly clear. She had given into the Dark, but had been shielding that truth from those who rallied to her cause.

Oh, Liberator indeed.

Carnifex braced Himself, arms flying up to protect His face and chest right as the destructive energy met Him. The ground was scorched away, the very air aflame, and He was thrown back as though seized by hurricane winds. His armor and His own power in the Dark Side protected Him, but He still flew back several meters and bounced on His back. He rolled, feet over head, before landing in a protective crouch as the last vestiges of chaotic energy washed over Him.

All before Him was devastation, permacrete stripped bare by the power of the Dark Side. Flakes of smoldering ash danced in the air, coming down like blackened snow before being caught in the gale-winds that tore across the land. Errant fires slithered and snaked through the rubble, portions of nearby structures having collapsed as their foundations buckled under the intense strain. The bodies which had littered the area had been virtually vaporized, only charred strips of flesh, blackened bones, and crumbled armor remained.

The Dark Lord breathed harder than He had in a long, long time. But His smile never faded, for like all Epicanthix He lusted for the thrill of battle. Too long had He fought and killed without effort, without challenge. But here again was another who could press Him, and He loved it. He laughed deep in His throat as He rose to stand, acrid black smoke trailing off His armor.

"Pretentious and cliché, Liberator. Ideas can be forgotten, they can be distorted. When the last Mandalorian draws breath, all that will remain to mark your existence are passages in history books. When those are scoured clean, then Mandalorians will only exist in memory. And when all who remember the Mandalorians pass into the grave, then you will truly be dead. All worlds that once bore your stain will be cleansed with fire, so that nothing remains. Your people will die a slow, ignominious extinction."

Carnifex reignited His lightsaber, but then drew forth another lightsaber and ignited it. Where the first one was an angry blood-red, this blade was wreathed in smoke and shone a sickly greenish-yellow. He held them aloft, His stance ready for battle. But then, the sword in which He slew so many Mandalorians wrenched itself free from the ground and swung through the air until it hovered nearby. Then, it straightened, jagged broken blade rushing towards Monroe like a hurled spear. Carnifex was right behind it, swinging both of His blades in conjunction right for Mia's midsection.

Mia Monroe ​

 

[Corbin Vasher]

ETERNAL CONFLICT​

Spoiler: EQUIPMENT

STARSHIP: Tra'tena SPEEDER: Burbr ARMOR: Burbr'Katya Mk II
WEAPONS: Ravenfire - Burbr'sacitr - Burbr'sacitayr - Nuhaatyc'bedtr - Gaan'sacitadr - Dueling Blades

---

"Just hanging around, Mandalorian?"

Illusion was good, much better than most could pull off. There would have been a time when Corbin would have fallen for it, and he almost did here. But he remembered back to his training with Master Tiland Kortun . The Jedi Pilgrim had taught him that Illusions nearly always had tells, and he would need to work on them in order truly master his Illusions. There was simulating the weight and footsteps, the sound of breath, even smells. Scents were the hardest to do, since Corbin was not able to actually create smells; he could only trick the brain into believing it smelled something in particular. That was much, much more difficult to do on someone who trained in the Force.

Still, Corbin had learned what he could. And, calming his mind, Corbin looked for and saw the signs. "If you hadn't alerted me to the fact that you can use Illusions with your first trick, I would probably have fallen for that. That in itself is quite the feat. I commend your ability, but you still have a bit to learn, Sith." But Corbin still could not find the real Sith, and the signature the copy gave off was still affecting his senses, even if he knew better. "Now, where are you?"

Yawn. You can't see him? He's right there. Geez, get to the action, already! This is boring!

"Who are you!?" Distracted by the Voice he heard, Corbin asked the question aloud. The Sith would likely think it was directed at him.

Wait... Can you hear me? Well, I hadn't expected this. Things certainly got more interesting. I knew you were a rare focal point of Cosmic Energy, but I didn't think our connection was this strong. Maybe the time is near... Haha, this is exciting!

A surge of emotions not his own disoriented Corbin, causing him to momentarily forget about the Sith. Manda above, what is going on? he thought as he clutched his head, a slight headache forming as laughter filled his head.

---

Vazz​

 

[Vazz]

"If you're not going to help him, shut up. It's annoying."

Vazz let out a heavy sigh as he watched the Mandalorian speak to the disembodied voice that seemed to know exactly where he was. An Assassin that couldn't keep themselves hidden was one that shouldn't bother with a fight. "Arrogance is fitting at least for a Mandalorian. You don't even bother with a Jetpack, just casually flying through the air. What are you, a super hero knock off? Mandoman?"

The Defel let out a snickering laugh. The illusion did, at least. The real one was constantly moving. Constantly hiding. He wasn't anywhere easy to find given this was his forte, but it seemed some random voice just knew. Wild thing, that. There was no reason for him to stay if he was going to be on the backfoot. An assassin wasn't that foolish.

So he was already leaving.

Corbin Vasher

 

[Astrid pentoghast]

Equipment: nightsister energy bow, lightsaber
Elise Ahana-Gwyneira

Astrid knew a mandalorian wouldn't give up after getting hit by force lightning or atleast she hoped the mandalorian in front of her wouldn't. Or die but she doubted that as she began feeling the effects of a drug Elise drugged her with mothers root. Astrid was used to being around toxins but never dealt in mothers root itself as she felt the earth become unsteady.

"for future little warrior next time you want to drug someone and use it to your advantage don't tell them" she said Astrid used her nightsister powers to secure her footing to the ground as it shook harder as she saw roots spout out around her. Astrid's attention was split as she was focused on the roots as the charric blast hit her in the right shoulder causing her great pain as she stared at Elise her eyes filled with pain as her lightsaber hit the ground the nightsiser began channeling nightsister magic into purifying the toxin from her body as her veins took on a green color as Elise got close enough to launch her attacks Astrid teleported away in a green mist looking at the back of Elise about 20 feet Astrid's attention was split if she let the mind control go on the mandalorians she would be greatly outnumbered but she had to deal with the toxins she resisted the toxins mentally pushed against them that's when she sensed the illusion she was used to seeing them due to her nightsister training "that's a useful trick" she said as Elise would see Astrid begin chanting in dathomiri as Astrid used the dreamscape against Elise using a combination of nightsister Magick with sith sorcery to project a powerful illusion into elises mind causing her to relive her worst nightmares.

 

[Mia Monroe]

Mia was breathing hard, a trickle of blood running from her nostril. Where Carnifex saw the scene for what it was, Mia saw only the Blood Wastes. Here was where she had given herself over to the dark, where she had stopped resisting the pull and gave in to it in order to secure the survival of her soul, cursed as she was to never rest in peace, to always be at war with those who had fallen at her hand.

A barrier formed briefly around her fist as she raised it to knock the incoming sword of course, its blade carving through her vambrace like butter and slicing into the skin beneath before going wide. Pain seared through her arm, spreading like wildfire through her blood. She didn't have time to contemplate it before red and green sabers came swinging for her midriff in unison. She dove out of their path, calling her beskad back to her palm as she rolled and came back up to her feet, as he followed with another strike, forcing Mia back with each strike, forcing her to draw on everything she had to keep both sabers at bay.

The pain was like fire running through her veins. It was familiar, like greeting an old friend. Devaronian blood-poison, a gift granted to her in another life by the dear Nemene Talith, Mia gritted her teeth, burying the pain as she had done all those years ago. Their blades locked an Mia pressed forward, slowly pushing him back.

"So long as I walk this galaxy. So long as I draw breath. My people, will survive."


Darth Carnifex

 

[Drego Ruus]

The gynoid opened fire immediately after her reemergence into reality, at which point a trio of silenced particle beam blasts exploded out from the barrel of her rifle all within less than a second—each aimed for the back of his left knee joint in the hopes of severing or maiming the limb.

Pain. He could feel the tendons of his knee rip apart, and yet the limb held together for the most part. "Rrrgh." He couldn't help but grunt, spinning around and pulling the machine pistol off his belt, firing wildly in the direction the shot came from, a mixture of ion and blaster bolts. "Tanya, whatever that is. Give me a read on it."

<On it boss!> The AI of his suit reached out, trying to identify whatever Lucia was. Quickly, the suit identified it. A droid. A humanoid that looked the part, but was just as deadly as any assassin droid. As soon as that came through, the AI attempted a probe at the droid's systems, hoping to maybe mess with their systems and give Drego an opening.

Tag: Lucia Naberrie