Fighting for Rubble [New Order Invasion of Dromund Kaas]

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="HK-36"]

Location: Dromund Kaas System, on the Siege Tower
Objective: Assist Mandalorian forces
Allies: [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: Sith and Friends

These days Siobhan was not much of a melee combatant. She had actually never used a lightsabre in her big duels, so it stood to reason that her skills had suffered since she preferred fighting at range. However, nonetheless she gratefully caught the phrik spear tossed into her grasp. "Thanks," she said as she gazed out into the vacuum of space, joining HK and his Greycloaks on the dropship they were boarding.

"Best coordinate with the Mandalorian fleet to provide us with cover and backup your fighters when we approach," she added. "Think I should crush a bridge again?" Not much seemed to be going on in space. Perhaps it was time to make things more eventful.

 

[Nyxie]

The United Clans of Mandalore
Dromuund Kaas Wastes
Hunting a wild Ayra

Smoke, dye; it mattered not when the distance from target to firer was so vast and the field was so endless, the effect was just as inefficient. There weren't enough gas grenades of any kind in all of that sector of Dromund Kaas to fill the endless expanse that was the nuclear wasteland. It was merely a trick to buy time.
The trigger on the rotary blaster remained depressed since it had been dropped only moments ago, and at four thousand rounds per minute, there wasn't a humanoid alive that could block and dodge all of it; not even Ashelotte herself. The Republic Clones proved this well during Order 66. Trying to approach Ashe and her ally, [member="Jate Kar'ta"], in such a way would prove to be [member="Alicia Drey"]'s third and final mistake. The Sith Knight(promoted during intermission IIRC, not that it matters) would have had no choice but to endure the blitz of bolts from her errors, guaranteed to have taken a hit or three. That's when Ashelotte drew her scythe, the rotary cannon running dry and no longer requiring her attention. Regardless, it'd have it's effect on her enemy.
Slowly winging the blade in an asymmetric windmill motion, letting its sheer weight throw itself keenly around her body, she prepared herself for close combat, blade to blade. Ashelotte was no lightsaber master; she had her own way of rendering them obsolete, and the false confidence of an opponent's mastery over her would be short-lived.

 

[Jate Kar'ta]

Location: Dromuund Kaas Wastes
Objective: Kick Sith Shebs, Specifically Alicia Drey, Assist Ashe the Reaper
Allies: Mandalorians, Ashe the Reaper
Enemies: One Sith, Alicia Drey
Music: Joker and the Thief - Wolfmother

Jate watched as their opponent charged them. Ashelotte simply let loose with her hovering rotary blaster. With so much blasterfire heading in one direction, there was no way their opponent would emerge unscathed. However this particular person was proving crafty and she wasn't the first Sith she seen use a blaster. As the vixen prepared for melee combat with her wicked scythe, the Mandalorian jetted to the side in an effort to not only flank them but also be out of the way of any deflected bolts that were sure to head this way. She pounded her fists together and turned her left gauntlet, turning it into shotgun mode in case the Forcer decided the Mando would be easier pickings. She might die but she ain't going down without taking some darjetii hut'uun with her.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Maleus"]

Her eyes shot to Davin and his men for a moment before she cursed his being here now, right when she needed a private moment. Karking Mandos, always picking the worst times to show up. "Alexandra Cinthra, Private in the Red Legion. I have this handled, just a intruder..." Her blade shot on as she herself assumed the same form as Maleus, eyes focused on him and waiting as well for a few seconds. "Last chance to surrender, take it or leave it Maleus...

 

[Maleus]

(My apologizes as I wasn't tagged thus I didn't know about the aforementioned Mando.)
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Alexandra+Mando's
He shifted his hands into a double handed guard. He couldn't risk fighting her with a form she already knew for Makashi wasn't second nature and his form was sloppy at best. This only left one possibility, he would have to don on a new form. One that lacked defense... But the reward was unpredictability, and in the battlefield it were the unconventional thinkers who lived.

Quickly he rolled to the side, all the while he'd bring his left hand into the air. The cracked roof fissures as he exerted his will upon the structure. A column of stone proceeded to shower the the combatants. From within the soles of his feet, he'd retract. Turning on the base of his heel he'd continue in his attempted escape. He wasn't equipped for an all out skirmish of multiple men, all of whom held weapons at the ready.. He cursed himself... The force had goaded him into destruction. Or perhaps this was his chance....

Alexandra Cinthra

Davin Skirata

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Sith Front Lines
Killing was easy.

It had always been easy, slicing through throats, torso', and any other major area of the body was a simple thing. It was always much more difficult to keep an opponent alive while disabling them, especially with a lightsaber. Killing however, was easy. A quick flick of the wrist there, a twirl of the body here. Diana moved with smooth liquid grace, slicing through soldiers and deflecting blaster bolts back towards their source.

Dozens died around her in a flash of purple and red.

All the while the expression beneath Diana's face remained neutral. There was no hatred in her, no anger towards the Sith, nothing. She had lost that, she had lost the ability to feel all that. Daella had shattered her, and now these Sith would pay the price for that.

She would expel them from Dromund Kaas, and then she would end it.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Ember Rekali"]

So the man was able to be completely invisible when ever, for how ever long he wanted. That was a rather large annoyance for the Darth. It was like there was a rodent scurrying through the ship. With a rather large sigh the Lord would stand.

"Reverse the lock down. Who ever this is really doesn't want to be found. Get all stations back to the fight at hand, I'll deal with.. What ever this is."

The ship went back to normal combat efficiency rather quickly. Magnetically seal hatches opened, ray shields deactivated. It wasn't like he crippled the ship to begin with. Well, maybe he did. He doesn't know, nor does he care. Space battles bored the man to begin with.

He'd walk through the ship, really going for.. Nothing. The man was hiding perfectly after all. And he really had no intention on playing a cat and mouse game with a Mandalorian. So he'd make a call throughout the halls, patching into the main system.

"I don't know who you are and I really don't care. I can tell that all we're going to get is some game of cat and mouse or you'll come out of no where and say something about how you weren't hiding or what ever. You've proven that you can get around the ship unnoticed like some sort of Mandalorian Ghost. So keep on doing that, I'll keep on hunting you, or you'll come out and we fight or something."

Boredom. That's what you might say Ferus feels. But he really doesn't feel bored. There was a real threat aboard his ship running around while being perfectly invisible to everything. Would goading him on work? Probably not. But it was worth a shot to avoid the most boring game of cat and mouse imaginable.

 

[Skye Mertaal]

Location: Wastelands of Dromund Kaas
Objective: Take a hit
Enemies: [member="Christian Slade"]
Allies: All dem Mandos

The blast would come right at her. Zoning in on her hot like a heat seeking missile. The witch’s voice would whisper a warning in the bounty hunter’s head.

Blast it

Literally. Quite literally.

Good thing she had her Terentaktek cloak on and the Beskar armor; she only had enough time to swing that rifle off her back and toss it to the side, as that Force blast nailed her straight on.

Feth this was going to hurt.

It did.

It flung her back off her feet. She was airborne. There was a massive cracking sound as her body went crashing against the cliff at her back, sending broken chunks of stone and dirt crashing onto the floor, a pit in the shape of her body now against the solid limestone.

Oh did it star-forsaking hurt; it hurt bad!

A grimace would cross under the Mandalorian helmet, her body bruised and likely a picture of purple blooms under her armor. But the Terentaktek coat did for her what the Force could not; it managed to take the brunt of the Force and saved her with it’s Force dampening properties to a more bearable degree.

Blunt trauma would still wreak havoc, but she was able to withstand the killer Force blow.

But she would not be without a measure of satisfaction. Because before she’d been flung back, she had pressed the activation button for the last TWO Hunter Drones that had been enroute straight at their objective just as he had blasted her with the Force.

BOOM and BOOM! Right over the Sith’s heads would a dark shadow mass of fiery shrapnel and baranium rain down upon their heads like the Baslan Shevla’s vengeance from the pits of the Void itself.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

As Ferus spoke, Ember was busy running. Nobody could run as fast as him, even armored, and the White Current muffled sound as well. He was on the right deck, he knew that much. A final cut put him overtop of an immense armored dome...the containment shield of the vessel's main reactor. He affixed a thermal detonator to the base of the dom, class-A, and shielded it with the White Current in a sort of simple, semi-permanent cloaking. Leverage.

Moving out of the detonator's blast radius to top of the dome, surrounded by structural girders and other layers of anti-breach armor -- the Xo'Xaan was a durable beast -- Ember removed his own Fallanassi cloaking, and appeared visibly and in the Force. This was as interesting an arena as it got -- right on top of a solar ionization reactor. There were no nasty vents around or anything of that nature, not in the inner shell anyway; they'd be safe so long as they didn't deliberately try to break the reactor. Ferus would be able to sense him now. Ideally, the Sith Lord would be arriving soon.

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Ember Rekali"]

The Zabrak did run. As soon as the mans presence became known he burst throughout the ship. The Mandalorian may of thought himself as superbly fast, but the Zabrak had devoted his time in training to two things. Telekinesis so he wasn't completely overwhelmed in a range fight, and any and everything to help with his swordplay. Speed, strength, Tutaminis to help with his defense, even Art of the Small was used specifically to help him know where to strike.

But he was on the other side of the ship. It took him time, but hardly that long before his form dropped across from the Master of White Current. Deus was already out in his hand, the purple flames licking across the air as they hungered to burn. Ferus's form itself was also alight with the purple flame. While the purple flame coursing over his form would prevent him from really being able to hide, it helped with keeping the flame available. He couldn't just make a flame out of nothing, which is why he had a spark emitter attached to his sword.

Regardless, he stood across from the Mandalorian, holding the purple burning blade aloft. There really wasn't a need for words at this point.

 

[James Mathison]

Location: City Outskirts
Objective: Gather Info...Completed...Now bored...Fight?
Allies: Unkown
Enemies: Unknown
James had been watching for a while, Sith and Jedi and unknowns were fighting epic battles all across the battlefield. He could sense so much emotion and power. He decided that this was a good time to join in for a bit. He hadn't yet chosen who he'd aid, but he'd see once he got there.

James leapt from his perch on the fifth floor of a building. Gliding down, he broke into a run, locating the nearest presence he could feel.

@ANYone Either side, let's see how this plays out.

 

[Jak Skirata]

Location: Forward Operating Base; Vault
Allies: Mandalorians and their Allies
Possible Enemy: [member="Alexandra Cinthra"]
Enemies: Sith and their Allies [member="Maleus"]

Red Legion? These vaults weren't open to them, how she even knew how to enter was well, suspicious. The two Ori'ramikade seemed to pick up on that as well as they both raised their rifles, kill mode. Davin himself held up his Chargin Rhyno at the two intruders. But it was too late, that small bit of explanation and confusion on the part of the Mandalorians gave the other Force user time to react. And react he did, pulling the ceiling down on the group. "Get down!" he shouted to all in the room as the duracrete fell upon them.

Reaching out with his hands and the Force, the Mandalorian stopped the rubble from falling on his group, or at least he attempted to. He wasn't exactly used to how this whole space magic thing worked yet and all he could do was pause it for a moment before sweat began to adorn his face under his helmet and the duracrete fell. "Oof!" He wasn't sure how the silver haired Force user fared. Looking to his his left and right he saw that the other two Mandalorians he had brought with him were fine, giving him a thumbs up. At once they all turned on their helms' light, illuminating the darkened, dusty room. "Kriffing Sith..." he muttered, standing and dusting off his armor.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Ashe the Reaper"] | [member="Jate Kar'ta"] |

Shien was the Lightsaber form designed for Lightsaber to blaster combat. With Darth Ayra was a master of the form, it was suffice to say that she was capable of defending herself from Ashe's barrage of bolts until the clip emptied. However, to keep it fair both writers, Ayra found herself in a position of becoming overwhelmed. As her Lightsaber spun into the path of the barrage, she found herself deflecting several of them directly at Ashe; and in the motion of her spin into the path of deflection, found some of the hitting her in the chest and stomach, thus lifting her off her feet. The resulting explosion, smoke and debris rising up in the area where she fell from the rest of Ashe's barrage that landed where she did.

In the resulting deflection of bolts straight back at Ashelotte, it was Ayra's intention to force her to stop firing her weapon, her focus on the flames in her hand falling thus causing their dissipation and with any luck, the ammunition would run out in her weapon.

 

[Nyxie]

The United Clans of Mandalore
Dromuund Kaas Wastes
Hunting a wild Ayra

Fun fact: A typical rotary cannon fires at between forty five and sixty rounds per second. A typical rotary blaster cannon, non-slugthrower, fires upwards to a hundred rounds per second (or 1 round every .010 of a second). The human eye can only perceive roughly a hundred frames per second on average. Once perceived, the body requires a fraction of a second to physically react, depending on the rate and distance. Taking all of these facts into consideration, one would not be physically able to block or even account for every single bolt in a normal state, whether saber master or apprentice or otherwise. Simply put, the body isn't equipped to move fast and thorough enough to counter many of the bolts, make that many moves per second, even if the mind preemptively predicts them by using the Force. The ideal choice would be to erect a Force barrier or simply not attempt to enter the stream and deflect the bolts. However, the writer of [member="Alicia Drey"] was a very understanding and generous individual, and thus things were reconsidered to the great appreciation and respect of Ashe's.
Ashelotte's weapon had already been written as running dry in the last post, as it fires incredibly quick and had been firing continuously for a post and a half before, its encumbrance and limited ammunition countering its overwhelming firepower. The foxtress needed only utilize one hand to maintain the giant conglomerate of compressed and swarmed fire that she had already conjured; now, both of her hands were free to focus on it, though the one used to telekinetically fire the rotary cannon had now been dedicated to her blade with the windmill she performed to stance herself the moment before.
The bolts her enemy could manage to deflect back at her ripped through the ball of fire and caused it to decompress and spill out in the direction of entry, causing it to severely weaken and let out a small concussive blast away. The bolts got closer with each passing one, too, one finally nicking Ashe through the top of her left shoulder.
"G'ah... Damnit," she grunted, wincing a little at the significant pain, though otherwise undeterred from her unyielding goal and still able to use her weapon. "You're not going to run away this time!"
There she remained, continuing to wait for her enemy to engage her, blade to blade.
"You gonna be okay, there, vod?" Ashe asked [member="Jate Kar'ta"], still somewhere around her.

(((No moar fireball.)))

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Ferus"]

White Current was only a secondary specialty for Ember, or he'd have been throwing illusions and mind tricks around like no tomorrow. He'd spent the vast majority of his long career honing his power in physical enhancement -- strength, speed, ability, coordination. The long-handled lightsabre at his belt found his gauntleted hands, and a sky-blue glow filled the space between the two concentric dome shells as the weapon flared to life. He settled into a Djem So ready stance, lightsabre up above his head and angled back, staring at the flaming Zabrak through both his helmet visor and the wide space between his elbows. This posture got his gauntlet weapons out of line, made it clear he wasn't about to try and sneak in a flamethrower blast or something of that nature. He was here to duel, sabre to sabre.

A Mandalorian with a Jedi weapon -- not the most common of sights, and one most often attributed to Forcers who'd thrown on beskar'gam as a fashion statement without living the resol'nare. The second most common concurrence of beskar'gam and lightsabres were generally Mandos who'd killed Jedi or Sith and used their blades. Ember was that rare bird, the longtime Mandalorian and even longer-serving Jedi, in his time. Unlike basically anyone but Ordo -- and he'd trained Ordo -- Ember had a legitimate claim on adoption and integration of, and into, both lifestyles.

So when the man in Mandalorian armor settled into that Djem So stance, it wouldn't look like a Mando playing Jedi or a Jedi playing Mando. It might remind Ferus of Isley Verd's Mando-Forcer blend, or Josiah Denko's armored Djem So, and for good reason. Ember had trained Josiah too. And Vorhi, and a good many others that Ferus might have known during his time with the Confederacy.

He set his feet, bootsoles gripping the top of the dome, and waited. The hands-high stance left his belly wide open, but this was the standard Djem So opening posture for a reason.

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

Location: Ruins of Kaas.
Objective: Holding the City.
Allies: [member="Ordo"], @HK-34, [member="Noah Corek"], [member="Ember Rekali"]
Enemies: Whatever sith that wants to play.

Ori'Alor dropped onto the Sith Trooper from above, using her superior speed and striength to Snap his neck before he could warn his Allies. Speaking of which, a sharp report signalled that the Ori'Ramikad Sniper had done his job, taking out the other Patrol Trooper. Ori'Alor then grabbed her Beskad and ran into the street, slaying two more Troopers before taking to the shadows again. The True Mando Ori'Ramikad had been performing hit and run attacks on the Sith and the Sith Allies so far, with the Cabur'Akaata strong points keeping the Sith out of thier areas. Ori'Alor had been mostly helping the Ori'Ramikad, while occasionally assisting with the Cabur'Akaata. The Ori'Ramikad were now picking off groups of Sith Troopers, and sabotaging vehicles, in hopes of slowing down the Invasion

 

[Darth Ferus]

[member="Ember Rekali"]

T​here was a trick the Darth knew. A blend between telekinesis and his won swordsmanship. His own trick to fight at a distance. Usually, he would be launching these attacks right for his foe, using the distance to his advantage for the moment. But even the Sith Lord had honor.

Iridonians, blood thirsty as they were, had a strong sense of honor. The fire around the Zabrak would fade, flickering down to just the length of his sword. There would be no tricks from him. Yet at least. Ferus would recognize the stance of Djem So almost immediately. Not from having seen Ember's apprentices or what not, but simply from his own understanding of the Form. All of his powers revolved around the blade, so it was only natural he would strive to learn all of the forms.

He had a basic understanding of all the forms but one. But there were two he had mastered. Two he had mashed together in his own stance to compliment his blade itself. Ataru and Juyo. His opening stance would far different then either of those two forms however. Instead he would point his blade to the side, much like Makashi. His robotic limb would be gripping his blade at this point, allowing his flesh hand to be free. Between the Force and cybernetic strength, he could normally afford the one handed grip.

Though this day might prove different. He circled the man slowly, already peering into his armor. Through Art of the Small he would look for the weaker points, though he really didn't find any. That's the thing about Mando armor. Not a lot of weak points. But Ferus would certainly not be the first to attack. Not against the Djem So stance, he knew all too well about the countering. No, he'd rather study the foes armor first, find it's weaker points, and exploit them.

So he circled and waited, always studying, always watching.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

Location: Sith Front Lines, right outside Kaas City

Objective: Moving to retake the city/kill Jedi and Mando scum

[member="Diana Moridena"]


A presence, one of a powerful lightsider, seemed to shake the very fabrics of the force around Vulcanus and his massive strike force. The galaxy's local space orc king looked off into the distance, towards where the Sith lines had begun to be drawn. Already, walkers were plowing past defenses and 501st stormtroopers were making good progress against the Mandolorian infantry. Despite this, Vulcanus could sense the interference being caused by this familiar presence and that is what coaxed him to advance up the lines.


Every thundering step he took was like a dark shiver down the spine of the force. Ever since the battle of Cadomai, Vulcanus had been slowly falling apart at his seams as the darkness ate away at his body. This devastating effect on both his mortal and spiritual form was turning him into a pit of darkness that leaked the very emotions a Sith harnessed to use the Darkside. His Sith Sword, once serving as a nexus for the darklord, was now turning him into a nexus that others could use to their own benefit. Unfortunately, his soul and body were so tainted that his physical form would simply wear out and he would be forced to try and cling to the mortal realm. Already, he had been told in a vision that only his intense hate and drive for immortality would help him when the time came...that theory would be put to the test later.


The beast eventually arrived at the front lines, a few lasers zipping by his armored head as he eyed down the Jedi who had been causing his men trouble. "I sense a broken spirit in you, lesser" the voice of Vulcanus rang out over the field of battle, his words directed at the Jedi Master, "Allow me to break your body as well!" he growled, drawing his Sith Sword from its place and drawing on the wound that had engulfed the planet.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Sith Front Lines
[member="Darth Vulcanus"]
Diana didn't bother with words or taunts, there was no point.

She had faced the creature that stood before her an age ago. He had used powerful techniques of the darkside, ones she had expelled with the light of the force. She recognized him in the force, it was difficult not to sense him. The stench of him permeated even through her helmet, and her nose wrinkled slightly as he approached.

As soon as he was within reach Diana moved. A snap of armor could be heard as a pocket opened on her thigh, she slammed one of her lightsabers into the pocket, reaching for her back. For a moment it seemed she would draw Tyrfing from behind her jetpack, but instead she pulled the Morp Gun from the small of her back.

The raised the weapon, flicking the switch and setting the gun to maximum, strong enough to put down a Krayt Dragon...in theory.

Before Krag could even speak again Diana fired twice. The powerful Stun Blaster making a zap noise as its projectiles shot forth, only complimented by the whir of Diana's lightsaber as it sliced through another random Sith.

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Sith Palace Perimeter
Objective: Maintain Defensive Perimeter
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: Sith Scum

Marrik gave up on the Sith, he must have ran. He turned back to the Mando line. As he ran back, he encountered a few Sith troopers. Their luck had run out, he came upon them like lighting, empowering his speed through the Force. His bow was surgically accurant, in the base of the neck and in the back of the knees, where the armor was lightest. He finished off the troopers with guerrilla tactics, hit and run, like the Hunter he was brought up to be.

He made it back to the line as more Sith troopers were closing in.

Artillery, Unit 2 focus fire in section 4. Make it rain. Unit 4 focus on section 6 you have armor inbound.

@Any Sith