Invasion Gravity - BotM Invasion of Enclave Held Rothana

[Shai Maji]

+ W A R D O G P A G E C L A I M +

ROTHANA | SECTOR D-84
ALLIES: Enclave
ENEMIES: The Maw
ENGAGING: Darth Ptolemis
GEAR: In bio

DANCE OF THE CRYPTEK​

Despite the vision modes in her helmet, Shai lost the Sith in the column of steam, smoke and fire as she fired at him. When the steam cleared, there was nothing but charred dirt where he stood just a second ago. She hovered above the ground with her pistols at the ready as her whipcord reeled back into her vambrace, her heightened senses on alert for any surprises.

Instead, she felt a pull at her mind as whispers echoed around her. A vile laugh rumbled through the area, causing Shai to swivel around and take aim at nothing in particular. ”Coward… even Jedi got more guts than you in a fight.” She growled, hovering around as she looked for her target.

Finally the figure materialized and she spun around to fire, except she was yanked down to the ground and dragged toward him. The sudden impact had her lose a momentary grip on her pistols, enough to leave them behind as she skidded towards him. Before she could turn around and shoot at him with her vambrace, he was over her and a flash of light robbed her sight…

Shai opened her eyes to the sight of a navicomputer’s screen in front of her. She was in the cockpit of her mother’s freighter with the snowy landscape of Rothana filling the viewport. A hand on her shoulder made her jump with a gasp, only for her eyes to meet the gaze of her mother.

”Hey, hey. You okay, sweetie?” She asked with a gentle tone. She looked at herself for a moment. Everything felt familiar. She just had her twenty-first birthday, and her mom got her that yellow jacket she wanted so much… though it was a few sizes too big for now. She would grow into it. ”Yeah, I’m okay… where are we?” She asked looking back at her mother. Omiina seemed confused by her question, clearly unsure of what to make of it. ”We’re… on Rothana… for the score.” She explained with some hesitation in her voice. ”What score?” Shai asked softly. The question seemed to annoy her mother as she looked at Shai. ”Shai… the score. The one your dad’s been hunting for years. The First Order base… Shai, this ain’t the time for games. Come on, what’s going on?” She asked curtly, giving Shai’s shoulder a squeeze.

”I don’t know, ma, I… I can’t remember us looking for it.” Shai answered truthfully. ”Shai, you flew us here. After you got those coordinates from that drunk officer. All we need is the bunker’s location then we’re set for life!” Omiina gave her daughter a hopeful smile. She wasn’t smiling so much anymore after her husband died. Shai tried everything in her power to have her mom smile again. It made her happy to see her mom’s smile. ”We’ll be able to ask anything for it, yeah…” Shai muttered with a grin as she turned to face the navicomputer. But before she typed in the coordinates. She paused.

”Sweetie?”

”Something’s wrong… this ain’t right.” She muttered, looking around. ”What do you mean? Shai, just… slap the codes in and we can go get those burgers on Coruscant you love so much.” Her mother’s voice strained as the squeeze on Shai’s shoulder went from reassuring to slightly painful. ”No, ma… just… listen to me. Something ain’t right. We weren’t here a minute ago, we-”

”Shai, quit karkin’ around. Come on, just input the codes already so we can get off this dump.” The smile disappeared as her mother gave her a light nudge towards the computer. ”No, ma, I ain’t doin’ it, this…” She trailed off, looking around her again. ”This is why you’re a failure.”

Shai looked back at her mother. ”W-what?”

”This is why you’re a failure! Your dad’s dead because of you, The crew’s gone because of you! Look at yourself!” Her mother’s voice twisted and warped as Shai grew smaller, soon looking up at her mom as a young pup. More voices joined in, mutilated faces of bodies left behind in her past. All of them shouting and cursing at the little Shistavanen as tears welled up in her eyes. ”JUST GIVE US THE CODES!” Her mother bellowed, the hundreds of other faces suddenly surrounding her in a pitch black void all shouting the same.

”Wake the kriff up, sis.”

The little Shistavanen’s eyes snapped open. Instead of her mother’s face, she stared into the mask of the Sith. A bellowing whine split the air as her repulsor fired at his chest to get him off her. With a snarl she got back up and grabbed a pistol, taking aim at him. ”You think you’re the first Sith to try and kark with my head? Do you even know who the kriff I am, you parasite?” She growled as she plucked a lightsaber from her belt and tossed it into the snow by his feet. ”You’re gonna need that against me, buddy. Courtesy of the last Sith I faced.” A menacing grin formed behind her visor as she gripped the pistol tightly, waiting for him to make his move.

 

[Valgus Ren]

ROTHANA | SHIPYARDS
ALLIES: Maw
ENEMIES: Enclave
ENGAGING: Domina Prime
GEAR: Lightsaber | Imbued Armour | Robes

THEME​

The Figure said nothing as his empty visor watched the creature pause for a moment, arguing against all he said with a determination to prove him wrong. Yet all it did was give more insight into her mind. She was force dead, impossible for him to sense or extract weakness from through the force. But he did not need the force to know how to pull her strings. To make the house of cards come crashing down.

His attack worked brilliantly, knocking her to the ground for a moment. The Figure swung down at the lashers by her back in hopes of severing them before she managed to get back onto her feet, though she was far too quick for such an attempt. She swung the blade down at the durasteel floor beneath them, a shower of molten shards colliding with the Figure as he attempted to dodge. His armour protected most of him, but a number of splinters buried through the gaps and into his skin.

Pain and anger boiled as he skidded back with his blade rising to strike behind the blades of her tendrils, once again trying to block and sever the appendages. She continued to press the attack as a shield appeared from one of her vambraces, charging at him to try and slam into him. With masterful footwork, the Figure slid to the side and dropped to the ground to kick at the side of her knee before jumping back up, swinging high and low to bypass her defense.

”Superior?” His fluctuating voice spoke up. ”Your hopes of superiority were null and void the moment you took pride in being little more than an animal. You claim to be wise, and yet you believe that an abomination such as yourself is somehow superior to a reasonable man. Tell me, insect, if you rid the world of my kind, if you consume every last one of us… what then?”

He swung again to draw her shield, only to reach out with his off-hand in an attempt to grab and twist the shield out of the way. He twisted his hilt to try and trap her blade with a crossguard before he thrust at her gut, between the small gaps he managed to see in her armour. Mandalorians were always a headache to fight with their armour… this one simply took the cake.

”What will you feast on then? Your vode? The one or two you seemingly claim to care about you? What will your instincts do then? There is nothing superior to the soul and mind of a reasonable man. Even before my ascension, I was beyond the comprehension of an animal such as you.” He broke off and lunged back to put space between them. Once he felt his power course through his body once again, the air in the hallway seemed to shimmer with heat around him.

”Do not claim to be superior when all you know is instinct and needless bloodlust.” His words were followed by a sharp, hollow howl as flames bellowed from the holes in his mask, followed by the air around them igniting in hellfire.

However, despite the power of his fire, despite knowing anyone else would be cooking alive underneath their Beskar armour… he had the nagging feeling that the creature would barely be bothered by it…

 

[Kybo Ren]

OBJECTIVE: BLOOD GULCH. BLOW UP MANDALORIAN POWER GENERATORS
LOCATION: Surface of Rothana
TAGS:
Siv Dragr​

Siv began to fall back step by step along with the other Mandalorians, with those who hadn't been stationed within the outpost already retreating to the meager cover it provided. The blasterfire, eruptions and falling snow had reduced visibility so much that Siv was beginning to rely on thermals almost exclusively to see his foe, and even that was obscured by the frigid Rothana temperatures. But he had to hold, despite everything, for the crux of the Mandalorian defense relied on him and his fellow vod to hold in spite of being few in number.

But all was not lost. For after all, Mandalorians did not cave so easily.

These bloody Mandos weren't dying fast enough.

Despite the surprise, the iron warriors had acquitted themselves well enough, Kybo admitted, retreating to defensible positions while using their superior firepower to kill or force out of combat at least a dozen of the pirates. One of their own seemed to be more spirited in organising the defence, a fellow in silver and red. He would have to keep an eye on him.

While another dozen or so of Kybo's own men broke off to begin to sabotage the outlying structures (ultimately non mission-critical; they were mostly supplies for the defenders themselves, though Kybo did not know this yet), the remainder took up cover in the buildings ringing the central power station, exchanging potshots.

This would not do.

His pirates were probably better than the average Mawite at sharpshooting, but even the average Mando Foundling probably shot equally well. They needed to make use of their numbers. With the surviving Mandos in cover, that meant volume of fire was unlikely to be deployed with much use, especially in the snow and dust in the air now. Leaving only melee combat.

<"Bloodhorn, grab your crew and make for the eastern entrance. Force 'em back!"> he radioed. He had turned on his active sensors and could roughly make out Bloodhorn's squad break from cover, getting close to the eastern entrance of the defensive perimeter but halting just before, seemingly forced into cover again.

Kybo growled. He needed to take these lemmings out before reinforcements arrived, by foot or by air. He ran through his options again in his head, before realising...

<"Steelshanks, ready yer heavy charges!">

<"Cap'n?">

<"Ready the demolitions charges and get to the north wall. Plant it against the walls and blow 'em out.">

<"The rest of ye lads: you fancy yerselves real sharpeyes?! Pour all yer fire on the enemy and give Steelshanks cover!">

This plan worked better, and while Steelshanks lost a few boys on the way in, the rest managed to reach close enough to the Mandos to find get into their blind spots along the outer walls of the buildings, and they began to plant their heavy-duty charges against the wall. It was then that Kybo could just make out the silhouette of the Mando leader again, coming out from the snow...

 

[Yenna]

ROTHANA | SHIPYARDS
ALLIES: Enclave | Kragr Krayt
ENEMIES: Maw | Open
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
GEAR: In bio

THEME​

Dimitri’s attention turned to Kragr, who charged and swung at him with inhuman strength. She didn’t expect it to do much against the Energy Vampire, but Kragr seemed perfectly in control of the situation despite it all… at least for the moment.

Yenna focused on defending Kragr’s mind against the ruthless onslaught of Dimitri. Kragr seemed unphased by it all as he caught the Sith’s blade and attempted to hit him with his hammer. Yenna reached out with her hand and attempted to wrap the Force around him in a stasis as she closed the distance again. The defense over Kragr’s mind lessened as she poured her power into holding Dimitri in place, even if only for a second for the Mandalorian to score his powerful hit.

She swung at his legs before she jumped up to strike at his sword arm in hopes of disarming him. She finally channeled her power into an immense Force blast to hurl him into a nearby wall. Anything and everything to keep him pinned down and distracted, she was going to use against him.

 

[Jos Krayt]

ROTHANA | ORBIT
THE ENCLAVE | UNITED ENCLAVE NAVY
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | Verin Oldo | Shel Beroya | Mae Tecono
ENEMIES: MAW | Anja Doreva | Marlon Sularen | Maverick Steele
ENGAGING: Anja Doreva
GEAR: In bio

Spoiler: fleet

• Flagship:
  • The Vhipirheim (64% | 72%)
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• Support:
  • 2x Verminoth-Class Star Destroyers:
    • The Summa-Verminoth (61% | 100%)
    • The Vengeance (87% | 100%)
  • 1x MNV-16 Y'ivra-class Interdictor
    • The Void (100% | 100%)
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• Front:
  • 3x Rancor-Class Cruisers:
    • The Sunderance (81% | 100%)
    • The Vision (89% | 100%)
    • The Trinity (79% | 100%)
  • 1x Bes’drahr-Class Heavy Cruiser:
    • The Meshurok (84% | 100%)
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• Flank:
  • 6x Acklay-Class Frigates:
    • The Acklay (100% | 100%)
    • The Herald (0% | 0%)
    • The Logos (86% | 100%)
    • The Avenger (70% | 100%)
    • The Nebula (92% | 100%)
    • The Erebus (810% | 100%)
  • 2x Kyram-Class Strike Frigates:
    • The Adenn (64% | 100%)
    • The Marev (78% | 100%)
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• Compliment:
  • ’Howler’ Basilisk War Droids
  • MNV-AV12 Ra'gr Assault Boarding Pod
  • MNV-56 Keldab-class Assault Dropship

THEME​

All hell broke loose across the fleet as the enemy intensified its firepower against the Mandalorian ships. The Vhipirheim shuddered as one shot after the other hit her shields, but she held up like a sentinel, guarding the other ships as much as possible.

”Sir, we lost a frigate!” Asken called out. Jos opened the holomap to see one of the frigates, the Herald, blink for a few moments before disappearing. ”Get those escape pods to safety!” He ordered as he looked at Asken, who sparked to relay the orders. Several Basilisks emerged from the hangar of the Vengeance to bring the pods back to safety. But the Kel Dor’s concerns grew beyond that of the other ships as golden lights emanated from the enemy flagship.

”Get off the bridge!” Jos shouted as he grabbed Asken and shoved him to the exit. The rest of the bridge crew followed as quickly as possible into a turbolift, just in time to escape the solar ion shot eviscerating the entire main bridge. But another shot hit far more centrally.

The second solar shot tore through the bow of the ship, destroying numerous craft in the hangar as it continued deeper. No amount of armour could protect the crew inside as the powerful beam melted their skin and armour, annihilating them in the blink of an eye while the lucky survivors were forced to watch. A magazine was clipped, resulting in an explosion to the starboard side that rocked the massive Battlecruiser, and its guns fell silent for a moment as the reactor throttled.

But despite the immense damage sustained, the behemoth’s lights returned and the weapons returned fire in kind. The Vhipirheim pressed on with a glowing hole in its hull, the bulkheads and emergency shields inside the ship working to keep pressure as its powerful engines thrust her forward once more.

”Get to the secondary bridge and keep the fire up. Do whatever you have to.” Jos ordered as he turned to leave the bridge crew. Sirens wailed through the ship as emergency crews worked to repair what they could. ”Where are you going?” Asken asked as he turned to face his Alor. Jos paused and looked back at him. ”I can feel that witch onboard. Sound the alarms, just in case. But I’ll take care of her.” With that, Jos marched off as he unclipped his electrostaff and opened his pistol.

Asken stared on before giving a shrug and running off to get to the secondary bridge deep inside the ship. The moment the crew was situated, operations returned to normal and the guns came to life. The first solar cannon fired at the Fortuna once more. The second powered up, but failed in firing for an uncomfortable amount of time. A few moments later the second solar shot blasted towards the enemy flagship, long after the first shot reached its target.

The rest of the fleet split up, with each Destroyer getting an even split of cruisers and frigates. The Summa-Verminoth held fast against the enemy firepower, all of its ordnance opening up on the second enemy fleet and is flagship, a Tigerclaw battleship. The flanking corvettes were intercepted by the Sunderance and Meshurok as they let loose against the myriad of ships trying to overwhelm the Star Destroyer. Four frigates pushed on to counter attack, while the void was filled with cannon fire from the point defense guns to keep the fleet safe.

THEME​

Jos finally reached the main hallway leading to the Vhipirheim’s hangar. Her presence was clear now, able to be felt clearly by him. Just like she could feel his approach as well. Jos slid his helmet on and pushed on, soon seeing the group of soldiers making their way through the enormous hangar bay. Mandalorian troops were already engaging the enemy, but that was not what concerned Jos. The woman in the middle of it all. That was his focus.

”You might be a little lost, witch!” Jos called to her, holding onto his collapsed electrostaff as he approached her with a calm, yet determined march.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit | Weapon | Appearance

Outfit | XoXo
Location | Rothana
Tag | Sinestra Kranak Vizsla Ada Infernum

After exploding towards the Sith, Valery maintained aggressive pressure with a fiery spirit unusual to Jedi, yet no emotions flowed through the Force. She was perfectly calm and calculated, precise in her movements and clear about her intent to finish this battle with his demise. But while she looked to find her advantage up-close with speed and agility, he moved back to create distance and exploit his reach.

"No matter where your stench spreads..." Valery said as her two blades interlocked with his, and their eyes could meet up close to exchange mutual disdain. "...I'll be there to purge it." She met his wicked grin with a smirk of her own, as they separated and Valery prepared herself to re-engage.

But before she could, Sinestra reached out and crushed the snow and ice underneath her. She felt her right foot dipping down, threatening to off-balance her, and felt the warning of his imminent attack through the Force. Using her flexibility, she leaned back right as his crimson blade lashed out at her. The heat of his blade burned against her throat, and the very tip of the weapon scorched a line of skin at her chest, but Valery stood strong again, forced herself through the pain, and was ready to counter.

Hoping to exploit his sweep opening up his defenses, Valery blasted forward with explosive speed that ripped up the ground in her wake less than a second after his blade struck. She moved down his right flank, where a spinning motion sent her blades to his side for a quick strike before she moved passed him to regain distance. A classic Hawk-bat swoop, but one she followed up by directing a telekinetic burst to his body, hoping to send him flying away against the metal side of the Depot.

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[Domina Prime]

"Whats a king to a god, Whats a god to a nonbeliever?"​

ALLIES: Yenna | Kragr Krayt | Other Shipyard Mandos
ENEMIES: Valgus Ren | Sisserith | @Dimitri Voltura| Other Shipyard Mawites
ENGAGING: Valgus Ren
LOCATION: Rothana | Orbital Station, Base Level

Azure eyes dilated, focused on her prey as the massive shield of her vambrace SWOOSHED to the left, only for the godling, with all his training among his kind slipping from the attack with incredibly precise footwork to then go into a low sweeping kick, his leg slamming into the side of Dimas armored leg, causing her to grunt in hiss in annoyance before bringing the shield above her head to block the aerial attack her preformed immediately afterwards. His attempts to bring his blade down onto her lashers was noted by her central-most eye, the appendages getitng stuck nearer to their base and causing damage to the scales with each concentrated attack, the scales becoming hotter and hotter until after one of the strikes caused a burst of blood to spill from the lasher in a cut.

One lasher, damaged, but not out, took a more passive role, staying behind her as her other lasher and her tail remained active in their combined defense. Even when he reached out to strike her shield, only to try and snatch it Dima immediately deactivated the shield, knowing he'd be overconfident in his approach once he saw a big shield between them. Not bothering to let him touch it and wrestle it about as her tail flicked upward to strike him. However, his timed strike to the gaps of her armor caused the foundling to gasp, feeling a piece of the armor pierced and a blade poking into the soft underbelly of her flesh. The heat of his blade sizzled against her evolved skin, but caused pain regardless as the two of them recoiled back, and once again he attained distance from the Xeno.

And he just...kept talking. Sometimes she had to wonder if godlings were always like this, always so sure of themselves, so certain they are the pinnacle of all creation...it was almost boring now, hearing the word 'abomination' so many times in a row. Her very existence offended the forceborn. Of course it was only a natural reaction, after all how else could one react when faced with an enemy clearly above them? They lash out, say things, say anything to make themselves right.

And as dimas lower hand held her side, blood trickling from the abs of her armor dima lifted a hand, examining the fluid trickling down her hand armor. It was almost as if she were confused at the sight of it, her many eyes narrowing tightly before shifting her gaze back to the Mawite across the hall.

"Do not claim to be superior when all you know is instinct and needless bloodlust." He ended finally, the mysterious lifeform scoffing lightly and bringing her blood stained hand back down.

"What part of 'hunter' and prey do you 'not' understand? The hunt is all Dima desires you silly man. Dima thought you single minded organisms were supposed to be intelligent. But so far godling, all dima has been hearing talk and seeing a lot of magic tricks. Funny for someone who isn't even their own person." She mused, tilting her head as she looked him up and down. "Animal this, abomination that, boo hoo, wee, wee, wee. Are you so afraid of Dima this is what you must do? Talk, and talk and talk, just a 'reasonable man'." She quipped back before dragging a single claw against the wall beside her. "But unlike an animal, an abomination. Dima grows...evolves, assimilates. So yes, for now blood and the hunt is what this one enjoys. But a year? Two? Oh who knows godling, Dima could be anything in such a time. This one might even get bored of killing your kind, Dima can only play with her food for so long~" She watched as the air began to flicker and shimmer around them. The very energy of the environment shifting slightly as Dima inhaled deeply and shook her head at the mawite.

"Of all the things you claim this one to be. At least Dima is herself, nothing like this one exist. Dima is one of a kind! But you? Just another sithling, like like alllllll the rest. A cheap replica, a karkin knockoff like all those laying on the floor around us. Like very single one of them walking around, Dima can't even tell any of you apart. You all just...blur together." She pointed at the bodies of corpses laying around them, both mawite and mandalorian. "You said it yourself. Your just a 'man'. Like all the rest~" She hissed, followed quickly by the Mawite, in all his rage spewing dragon-like flames from his helm. The very air around them swarmed, the flames striking as Dima crossed her front arm in front of her, activating the shield but this time increasing its size more, creating almost a towering shield as the flames struck her, roaring above around and below her. The fabric of her purple tunic melting away and her clothes becoming tatters as she stayed braced behind the shield as the flames consumed the corridor.

Scorched earth, the temperature heated beyond sustainable. Any human would be boiling from the inside out in such conditions under such god-like power but what the forceborn did not realize was he was not battling some common mandalorian. She was one of a kind, a hunter of gods. Glorious purpose had whispered into her ear the day they had adopted her into their creed. Hunter or prey, and what greater prey was there than a god?

Oh how she salivated at the thought, the glory of it all. No shooting him with some blaster would not do, bombing him, burning him no no no! IT HAD TO BE WITH HER CLAWS! HER TEETH!

THERE COULD BE NO OTHER WAY!

What was this madness? What had become of her? Why was she trying so hard to slay him with blades of swirling and heated energy, axes of old? She was an animal was she not? And like he said he was just a man! NOT EVEN A GOD!

And just as the flames roared, Dima tucked her sabers away, her five eyes narrowing their focus to a fine pin point. He wanted an animal? He didn't know what kind of animal he was dealing with. Her legs, energized and motivated with a new found need as her talons dug into the metal surface. PULLING her forward, INCH by INCH, METER, by METER, and the closer she got, the more his flames withered, the easier it became for her to move, and as she closed the distance about half way, her steady advance broke into a sudden burst of primal, ferocious speed rivaling that of a godling in their prime.

Within seconds she was upon him, throwing her shield arm outward to completely dissipate the flames as her blood, boiled and riled drove her with a wanton need. Her wounds tearing open recklessly as her jaws salivated in this moment, she would evolve one day, become smarter, better, one day! BUT NOT TODAY!

No she was a HUNTRESS now, one of a kind in every way none would speak ill of her superior design! And when the shield swept the wicked flames away Dima, her armor heated and steaming lifted her claws, one raised in an upper position, the shield dissipating and all four of those armored arms, azure claws brandishing in the light, practically glowing with a new found energy as she hissed ferociously.

"YOU'LL NEED MORE THAN THAT LITTLE MAN!" She snarled with an impish, devilish cackle, her four arms, coordinated perfectly and synced like some kind of machine struck his saber arm in a broad SWIPE, while her tail, flung itself upward to snatch the wrist of his other arm, just to pull it down and restrain it if it could, its powerful coiling potential enough to rip a wookies arm off as that powerful limb would keep lashing out to grab it in Dimas relentless assault. A third arm, lower, her fingers all clenched tightly into a piercing like spear launched forward in attempts to stab her azure claws forward, directly into his lower rib area, in the soft gabs of the armor. Her undamaged lasher, knowing he knew they could be damaged with consistent, concentrated strikes took advantage of his saber arms position by whirling about between both of their legs dangerously. The bladed end swiping at his inner knees and thighs, close to his groin just to threaten the possibility of losing more than just a fight.

"NO TEETH! NO CLAWS! JUST A MAN RIGHT!? JUST A REASONABLE LITTLE MAN RIGHT!? AND HERE DIMA THOUGHT YOU WERE A GOD!" She snarled, her form of combat completely evolving to something almost alien. Each an every movement was almost like a dance, feral and primal in every way but mesmerizing as a creature, born to bloody gods with her own hands engaged in her own art of war.

Draw his focus...she twisted, swirled on the balls of her feet, showing him her back, but in those moments her lashes and tail just whirled to block whatever blade strikes he'd attempt, then reach out, then feint, then she'd twist again, swiping her claws upward, then throwing a lower arms claws towards his knees. He'd swing his blade in a desperate attempt to block, but his speed was only becoming matched the longer they engaged, the longer she analyzed him, the longer each of her hyper active eyes watched him and how he moved. Her arms moved in a flurry, her lashers even faster, death by a thousand cuts as she'd attempt to slice through his armor bit by bit, claw mark by claw mark, shredding it away bit by bit even as she struck its soft spots to draw blood from him. She wanted him to bleed, claws would rake at his face, attempting to place deep marks on the helm, two pairs of arms always sure to keep his saber hand occupied while the others would strike and move about awkwardly...unpredictably. Her rushdown relentless, her lower legs throwing out quick, swiping kicks in a passing motion to slice through his shins with her bladed feet and talons, her very anatomy designed to overwhelm and whittle him down faster than even his eye could track and his saber hand could trace forever.

Combat with firearms, melee weapons even lightsabers while highly effective would always be highly telegraphed to the trained warriors eye. But this? This was unlike any combat art he'd see in his studies, this was art in death, poetry in motion.

And he hadn't even seen the deadliest of his opponent. If she was an animal, he was just a mouse of her foodchain. And it was about time he knew that. None of her strikes were aimed to even kill now, just to maim, just to shred and tear, bleed and cut, spill as much of his blood as she could as she moved with purpose now, beyond just fighting for this station. She was fighting so all forceborn would know, from here on out, she wanted them on their knees.

It had to be them, for once it HAD to be them. She'd stop at nothing until it was done. For nothing less than the pleasure of being the one to do it. She didn't want their extinction, she wanted them HUMBLED. They weren't the only thing in the galaxy to be feared, not anymore!

| SUMMARY |

- Lasher suffers wound, retreats to defensive, less exposed position


- Blocks overhead attack with shield, but suffers stab wound through armor on second attack


- Blocks Fire Breath with her her large Energy Shield, slowly advances through fire.


- When distance is closed, enters near frenzied primal combat mode, engages in unarmed clawed combat


- Unleashes blinding flurry of attacks with claws, lashers, tail, hooked foot talons, in swift and unpredictable motions

[Clawed Combat Form]
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[Valgus Ren]

ROTHANA | SHIPYARDS
ALLIES: Maw
ENEMIES: Enclave
ENGAGING: Domina Prime
GEAR: Lightsaber | Imbued Armour | Robes

YHORM​

Through the flames, the creature burst with her hands poised as weapons. Her true nature was shown in that moment. No amount of confidence in herself could change her nature in the eyes of the Figure. But that was a concern for later.

He moved with her strikes, shifting his body to let his armour take any hits his lightsaber or vambraces could not deflect in time. She attacked unpredictably without any form or discipline. His only salvation was his own speed and skill as he blocked, parried and countered at any weak spots against her armour. He started to move back as she pressed her assault, stepping down against the lasher by his leg and striking at it as he smacked her tail away, only to shift further back as she pressed her attack in his moments of faltering defense.

His breath was driven from his lungs as he felt an impact into his chest, between the plates of his imbued armour. Bit by bit, she managed to draw blood from him, staggered him momentarily, nearly overwhelmed his defense against her onslaught. Even her form shifted with each movement, adapting to counter his attacks. She was learning. It was clear to the both of them that he was losing the fight. Despite his speed and strength matching hers, despite his armour strengthened by the dark side, it was difficult when her entire body seemed to be a weapon.

But not impossible. And the Figure still had a few of his own tricks up his sleeve.

His off-hand was enveloped by fire and smoke. From the fire, a spear erupted in the blink of an eye at her torso, before evaporating once again. His connection to his power was limited at this range, but he still had an advantage as he felt her suppression waning for fleeting seconds.

Taking a gamble, the Figure timed her strikes to step down on her foot and lunge into her, his lightsaber striking up to get between her arms while his helmet attempted to smash into hers. All in an effort for him to take hold of a lightsaber on her belt and ignite it against her hip.

He did not show it, but he could feel his strength fading with her deadly strikes carving away at his flesh. Blood stained his armour and his breath grew shallow. The strike at his chest did far more than graze him. This fight was going to have to end quickly. He needed to at least incapacitate her if he had any hopes of completing the mission.

 

[Domina Prime]

"Whats a king to a god, Whats a god to a nonbeliever?"​

ALLIES: Yenna | Kragr Krayt | Other Shipyard Mandos
ENEMIES: Valgus Ren | Sisserith | Dimitri Voltura | Other Shipyard Mawites
ENGAGING: Valgus Ren
LOCATION: Rothana | Orbital Station, Base Level

Now this, this is what she wanted to see. This is what the huntress needed! Everything she was against everything he hoped to be! The power of his god emboldening him, keeping his head fat and his opinion of others low. The god bled, more and more her bled. For every strike her blocked and parried, a lasher or claw would clip through his armor, inch by inch, piece by piece. Her relentless assault knocking him slightly off balance, causing him to falter ever slightly in his defenses as he struck the randomly moving and shifting alien creature where he could, when the timing was fruitful. His attacks landed, piercing through the armor of her back only to encounter a secondary protective layer of scales beneath her beskar. However, his strikes to the mid base of the armor resulted in pain and damage, causing her to hiss and snarl ferociously as her focus intensified, her five eyes consumed with nothing but his visage. His arms, his legs his masked face, every detail was soaked in like a sponge.

"COME ON! DON'T FALTER NOW! WE'VE ONLY JUST BEGUN! IS THIS ALL YOU HAVE?" She hissed, the warm blood staining her azure claws as her legs forced her forward, unrelenting in her advance until suddenly, with a burst of dark energy a spear of power struck her square in her chestplate, the air knocked from her lungs as suddenly the attacking beast found herself flung back into the air and slammed into the wall next to them, impacting with great force as every single one of her many eyes suddenly scattered in a daze from his follow up attack of slamming his head forward, smashing it against hers. Forcing her head to go right back into smashing against the wall, the locks to her helmets seal coming undone from the sheer devastating impact as the mandalorian helmet she wore, custom designed for her split open from its segments and fell to the floor.

Mane of snowy white hair swept out and onto her shoulders. The Mawites opponent revealed as he could take a long moment to take in the features of the mysterious lifeform. Purple skin, five well placed azure optics which at the moment seemed rather dazed. Razor sharp teeth lining the sides of her cheeks as her segmented jaws salivated drool down her chin.

In that moment, each eye lost complete track of their target, stunned and swirling as suddenly a blade ignited against her hip, the blade pointed downward, pierced the thinner scale armor of her inner thighs, slicing through and causing Dima to snarl and her jaws to FULLY snap open in a vicious roar into his face as blood gushed from the wound and onto the blade just to sizzle down it and spill onto the floor. While a lightsaber wound commonly cauterized the wound of fleshy lifeforms, to her biology, designed to withstand the burning plasma took damage from it as a man would take damage from a dagger. Knocking the saber away, moving and adjusting her body to keep them out of his grasp, her leg started shaking as she fell back to the ground and onto her feet after being shoved to the wall, all four of her arms now reaching out to just grip his two wrist and shoulders, her tail attempting to reach up from behind him to grab his neck and PRY him back and away to keep him from striking her again.

"Mmng, kark. Well played clever little man~" She murmured painfully, still recovering fully as her arms and other limbs, independent of their own thought just tried to restrain and keep the weakened man at bay as her central eye found its focus again, the other four slowly following until they were all back on track. Blood leaking down her violet tunic and blackened armor, and from her nose azure fluid spilled down her face from behind her helm. "Your god will always be all you have, but even you still bleed just like this one. What a surprise~" She cooed, even in her moment of weakness she delighted in worthy prey, just the idea of it causing her blood to flume as she licked her lips. "You see this one, time to return the favor godling, let Dima see what kind of 'reasonable man' the prey is yes?!" She hissed before suddenly her split jaws lunged forward as she latched them directly onto the front of his helm. Those azurite, crystal teeth slowly sinking in and shredding apart the metal of his helm, ripping apart the leather straps and buckles keeping it together as she pulled and yanked with incredible bite force.

When she'd pull way, she was hoping to pull away the whole front portion of the helm, her teeth probably piercing into the flesh of his skull slightly and drawing blood as she bit away his helm, however with her teeth she ended up pulling it fully off his head, spitting the metal helm in her jaws onto the ground as she snarled at his exposed face.

From that mane of hair bright, muscular lekku spilled outward. Her many cerulean eyes narrowing on his features. Blood trickling down her own face as she chuckled in amusement, those lekku spilling onto his shoulders as her arms, tail and lashers slowly went to pull him in towards her as if seeking embrace. "Dima is an abomination yes? Well this one has nothing to hide! Would you like to see why?" She asked, those lekku going from his neck up towards his head until they smeared into his hair, touching against her temples as the hive lifeform radiated an electromagnetic signal that could intercept the brainwaves of most humanoid lifeforms. Her light radiant as she attempted to link her consciousness to his, creating a two way line where she could see everything. His past, his current struggles, his hopes for the future be it death and famine or hope and love. Dima would see it all, but in return he would see all of Dima. Her past, her struggles, her pain, and her love. He would see her laugh and see her hate.

And if he opened his mind, they could achieve understandings of one another. But if her resisted, closed off and struggled. Well, nothing would happen, for Dima could not link with a lifeform whose mind was addled and unsustainable.

"Show this one who you really are!"

| SUMMARY |

- Takes many strikes from Valgus sabers and suffers various wounds in her frenzy


- Gets struck by darkside energy, slammed against the corridor wall


- After headbutt from Valgus, her helmet slams back into wall and breaks off


- Stunned, face now exposed, tails/fourarms/lashers all attempt to subdue and restrain Valgus


- Lekku spill out of mane of hair, touching to Valgus head for full mental link and assimilation.


​

 

[Verin Oldo]

TASK FORCE SCARIF
ROTHANA SYSTEM
NEAR-SIDE OF THE PLANET

->-<-

ROTHANA | ORBIT
THE ENCLAVE | UNITED ENCLAVE NAVY
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | Jos Krayt | Shel Beroya | Mae Tecono
ENEMIES: MAW | Anja Doreva | Marlon Sularen | Maverick Steele
​

The Mandalorian naval officer spoke with competence and some swiftness, clearly in a rush to make gains on a strategic weakness or evolving situation. He listened with caution.

"Not what I was expecting, Alor'ad, but I understand your predicament. I accept temporary command of the complement. Manda go with you."

He winced a little. He found the idioms of the Mandalorians a little foreign in his tongue, even still. He had called this part of the territory home for well over a decade now and was only just coming to have an understanding of their ways. He thought he might have butchered the last bit but he was trying. They'd recognise that, at least.

He hoped.

"Quite the force, Sir."

Verin drew up the new tactical display, showing the necessary details of the new capital ships in his command. Formidable.

"Have that our allies begin to form up. I want them to harry whatever they can but don't risk a full-out engagement until we've arrived. Transfer the tactical readout now."

The crew worked tirelessly as the main bulk of the force still ventured towards the Shipyards, rounding the edge of the planet. They could now see with some clarity the task force sent by the Maw to engage the shipyards.

"There they are. Prepare to open fire. Launch all fighters and bombers. Disrupt them as much as possible."

Verin sipped on his caff as the wall of fighters, several hundred in number, began to spew out of the combined fleet, headed across the void towards the Maw Star Destroyers.

"Open fire. Weapons free on the heavies."

A barrage of ordnance made the giant leap towards the assembled Maw vessels, checking the range and hoping to make as many glancing blows as possible to test their resolve.

The rest of the fleet maintained its position behind the three large capital ships that spearheaded the Enclave fleet that Verin commanded, their batteries beginning to send volley after volley of heavy ordnance towards the Maw vessels. He hoped they would eventually make an impact.

"Ready those solar ion cannons. I want them ready to fire."

A cry of 'aye' met him as he walked towards the main display window, showing the growing mass of deathly durasteel that made up the Maw fleet.

Spoiler: Task Force

UES Pathfinder-Antioch-class Supercarrier (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)
***
UES Samrata-Victator-class Battlecruiser (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Bulwark II-Thoros II-class Siege Battlecruiser (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

***

UES Catapult-Grievous-class Star Destroyer (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Flying Avento-Grievous-class Star Destroyer (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)


UES Invader-Argente-class Assault Cruiser (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Scarif-Argente-class Assault Cruiser (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

***

UES Diplomat-Murkhana-class Escort Frigate (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Promise-Murkhana-class Escort Frigate (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Destiny-Murkhana-class Escort Frigate (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Ra’Katha-Murkhana-class Escort Frigate (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)


UES Chimeara-Terrus-class Flak Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Trinity-Terrus-class Flak Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Bastion-Terrus-class Flak Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Signature-Terrus-class Flak Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)


UES Warlord-Trench-class Fast Attack Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Invicta-Trench-class Fast Attack Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Hummingbird-Trench-class Fast Attack Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

UES Hamra-Trench-class Fast Attack Corvette (Shield 100%/Hull 100%)

MANDALORIAN FORCE

1x M.I Verminoth-Class Star Destroyer
The Drengir (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

2x MNV-15 Bes'drahr-class Heavy Cruiser
The Raptor- (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
The Zillo- (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

1x MNV-16 Y'ivra-class Interdictor
The Nebula- (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

4x MNV-17 Kyr'am-class Strike Frigate
The Hailstorm - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
The Javelin - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
The Vornskr - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
The Feral - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

 

[Darth Saevius]

Objective: II - Blood Gulch
Location: The Road to War
Tags: Gwyneira Vizsla

While Kyrel Ren and his small contingent had quietly proceeded onward to the First Order cache’ ahead, Saevius had accompanied a scout force traversing through the flanks along narrow passes within the mountains. As they advanced, reports began filtering in of some partisan or sniper assaulting units on the fringes. Half due to the desire to separate himself from the Ren force pushing through, and half due to his own desire to potentially use them as a distraction to spirit himself away and through to the cache, Saevius set off to investigate the report.

He stretched out his senses with the force as he came across a clearing within the narrow passes of the mountains - a widening of the trails which served as a sort of ‘courtyard’ that in turn branched off into smaller trails through the formation. His senses began tingling as he neared the clearing, feeling... a presence in the general vicinity. His synthetic head scanned his surroundings, both his ocular and auditory receptors thoughtlessly increasing their sensitivity.

Despite the faint sounds of battle in the distance, there was nothing to hear. It was quiet.

Too quiet...

Then, a muffled ‘click’ could be heard behind him, and his senses screamed in the back of his mind for him to move. His mechanical body maneuvered as if it had a mind of its own, dodging out of the way mere milliseconds prior to a high-intensity laser bolt screamed past his form. The shot impacted hard against the stone in front of him, causing notable splinters and carbon scoring along the surface.

But there was no time to stop and observe. Saevius did not get a good look at where precisely the shot had originated from, but he reached out with his senses as he ducked behind the cover of a small outcropping nearby.

There was... a presence. A small one, but it was there. Little did it know... just what type of evil it had stumbled across.

If Saevius could smile, his lips would indeed have creased into a wide grin as he tightened his focus around her. ‘Another brave soldier to add to my collection...’ He mused to himself. Undoubtedly, if this sniper was any good, she would have him zeroed in to fire as soon as he made some movement either way. Had it been a normal foe she was facing, she would have been correct in her plan to do so.

But ‘The Spider’, as Saevius had been known for quite some time, was not a normal foe. He reached out in the force, subtly, delicately touching her mind. To her, it would feel as if someone - or something was standing mere inches behind her ear. “You think you can kill me so easily?”

The voice sounded like a whisper, spoken so close and personal that anyone would be unsettled at the very least. In the event Gwyn glanced behind her, she would instead see the dark robed form of Saevius himself - but in his former body, his patrician looks staring at her with an even, and slightly bemused expression. A sardonic smile would crease his lips, accentuating the subtle marks of force corruption along the edges of his mouth and eyes.

As this facsimile of his former self appeared to Gwyn, Saevius would use the very real and, likely, very unsettling distraction to rush from cover to a small trail at the edge of the clearing. It would take time to get to her, assuming she did not change position. But when he did...

He would collect for himself another memory to pay him company within the trappings of his mind.

 

[Faison Kelborn]

OBJECTIVE: II - Retribution
LOCATION: Rothana Shipyards
TAG: Sisserith


The return fire was quick and inaccurate, but it did its job. The bolts streaked into the hallway, crashing into the duraplate walls behind the Mando team. Despite the temptation to stay and fight so as to capitalize on their surprise attack, Faison knew well that this was not a tactically strong position. “Fall back!” He exclaimed, this time out loud so that the sithspawn could hear.

Without delay, the Mando team fire a few shots back at the spawn before them before turning and running down the corridor. Joachim placed a concussion grenade on a proximity trigger in the corridor just prior to breaking off and running in step with the rest.

It would take little time for the Mando team to retreat back to their prepared fallback position, set at an atrium along the pathway of the security mainframe and engineering compartment. Boxes had been set as cover in a loose semi-circle, with two heavy repeaters deployed on tripods in a cross-fire pattern faced at the corridor entrance and exit to the atrium. Faison took point in the center behind a series of crates, with Wyl and Parvon taking positions at both repeaters.

They made themselves ready for the tide of Sithspawn that was hopefully chasing after them.

​

 

[Siv Dragr]

S I T H B A N E​

Objective: Repel the Sith Attack
Allies: Kale Onara | Juno Wren | Khael Vhijaric | Grendel Krayt | Kranak Vizsla | Valery Noble | MANDALORIANS
Enemies: Kyrel Ren | Yamou | Darth Maliden | Ada Infernum | Sinestra | SITH
Engaging: Kybo Ren

Siv leapt into the air once more, the worsening conditions giving him better cover and making it harder for the Mawite raiders to pick him out of the air. From his vantage point he could see the progression of battle; raiders slowly advancing on the outpost, concentrating their forces towards the eastern entrance. "Raiders are assaulting the east entrance," Siv reported into his commlink, shouting over the howling wind and sleet. "Reinforce it so they don't breach. I'll do what I can." Over the open Mandalorian comm network, he added, "If there are any Mandalorians in the area the Generator Outpost requires reinforcement immediately. We are overwhelmed and cannot hold out for long."

Flying over, the targeting system in his heads-up display began to acquire targets, despite the conditions making both visual and thermal spectrums difficult to grab a lock on the Mawite raiders. At last, six targets locked red in his display and he raised his vambrace, firing off six miniature rockets from his Whistling Bird launcher, spiraling outward before they zeroed in onto impact their target.

Descending into the carnage, he suffered a blow from the butt of a rifle, knocking his head downwards. Grunting with frustration, he returned with a blow of his own, his crushgaunt-covered hand landing a solid blow against the helmeted raider. With his other hand, he grabbed the throat of the raider and squeezed, squeezing harder and harder until he could feel bones break and the windpipe of the raider crushed under the pressure of the micro-ionized beskar crushgaunt. Another raider charged him from behind, but Siv was quicker; drawing his besragr from where it lay compacted at his side, it extended into its full length with a single press from his thumb. He pivoted and thrust the spear into the torso of the charging raider, the momentum of the Mawite thrusting himself into the tip of the beskar vibrospear which cut through the raider's armor as if it were only cloth.

The Mawite gurgled in surprise, but Siv did not wait for the raider to die, pulling the spear from the body and letting the corpse slump into the falling snow, staining the white red slowly as blood seeped form the gaping wound. "Who's next?" Siv growled as the raiders began to slowly encircle them. Though he was but one and they were many, he did not fear them. He was not the one in danger.

He was the danger.

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

Location: Section 3, Orbital Docks, Rothana
Objective: Defend the Station
Equipment: Sword, M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1 M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol, M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2, Thermal Detonators x50, Magnetic Detonators x 50, Perun's Call
Allies: Enclave | Open
Enemy Combatants: Maw | Open
Engaging: The Grunt

Vulcan had been tasked with the Shipyards. Ships here look all the same to him, grey, dull and just floating there dully. Teens get bored and distracted and Vulcan was no exception, but there is always the likelihood of a brawl just around the corner. As a Mandalorian, he had to adapt to every situation and even situations that doesn't allow for combat. He doesn't have to like it. But he wasn't going back to Hospital.

The staff would have a conniption. So all he did was patrol around looking for a fighting partner, enemy or whatever. He liked fighting, he was a natural, and baking, he made a name for himself doing so. So how can he get a fight out of a Shipyard?

This was answered when the screeching of metal hit his ear, the other deaf from his very first major battle at the Citidel. It pierced like knives and Vulcan used dampeners to lessen the pain. he hated the noise, it was like styrofoam but worse. It was the sound of a ship ramming into the docking bays, that was different and unorthodox, the Ubese had to capitulate to the ingenuity of it all.

As if on cue, there is trouble so he heads to the location to investigate the pandemonium and hopefully engage in a good fight that he needed. No Mando goes without a fight. Vulcan for his part finally found what and who he is looking for, Maw decided to run rampant across the shipyards.

Luckily he is here to scupper those plans dead in the water, even though there is no water here. Vulcan still had little grasp on metaphors which he had been trying to rectify. Firing a warning shot into the air and making sure he had The Runt's attention and invitation to do battle.

<"Hello there."> He says, with snide contempt dripping from his words.

 

[Kale Onara]

OBJECTIVES: Defend Rothana, Wipe out all enemy forces
ALLIES: All Enclave Mando'ade, others....maybe
ENEMIES: All Maw forces, All Sith

TAGS: Siv Dragr

Kale Onara zoomed in with his helmet visor to inspect the objective in front and below him. It was an ammo dump and right now munitions were exactly what he needed. He checked the perimeter security and discovered their predictable patterns of movement which would make getting in and out a whole lot easier. The perimeter was lined with trip wires which were attached to loud audio alarms. Primitive but effective. Kale detached his jetpack, gunbelt, which held his customized DH-17 blasters, and his modified A280C rifle and stowed them all. Getting past the perimeter defense required that he ditch any bulk gear. Also easy to defeat so all that was left was to get this task done. He brought up a list of munitions he wanted to get his hands on at the minimum. Anything more than what he needed was just a bonus.

Ok, let's get this done...

Kale got to his initial concealment position and waited for the guards to pass. He watched the two man patrol pass by and waited to see if they still held to the schedule. Two minutes later, to the second, a second patrol walked by. You could set your chronometer to these guys. As soon as they passed, Kale made his way quickly to the perimeter defense and slowly crawled under the lowest tripwire. Halfway through the tripwire caught on his belt. He froze for a moment and then slowly unhooked the tripwire from his belt. He knew he was running out of time but he needed to go slow here. He remembered what his mentor had once told him:

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast...

He unhooked his belt and quickly made his way out from under the wire. He had about 15 seconds left so he used 10 seconds to scatter any signs of his incursion under the fence. He then hid himself among some nearby crates just as the next patrol came along. He waited to see if they reacted to any signs he might've left behind but they just went on their merry way. He took a silent deep breath and moved into the ammo dump proper. He looked at the crate markings and began shopping for what he needed and wanted. He started with blaster rifles and ammo. Though he was good on weapons, he was running low on power packs so he put fresh packs on his belt for both his blaster pistols as well as his rifle. A moment later, he opened a crate that held missiles for his jetpack. He took four warheads. One to put in his launcher and three spares.

Next, made his way to the explosives. cache. He opened up a crate of grenades and replenished his stock of three frag grenades as well as three thermal detonators. Kale then made his way to the mines and began looking through those. He grabbed three proximity mines, three timed mines and three remote mines. He grinned at the remote mines and decided that on the way out, he'd leave a little thank you. Davin took a couple of extra remote mines and made sure his detonator was set properly to detonate them. Kale then armed one of the remote mines and set it back in the crate of remote mines. Then he took the other remote mine and set it in a crate with the blaster power packs. Considering how much explosive force there was here, he figured this should be enough bang to destroy the whole place.

Once everything was in place and he had everything he wanted, Kale made his way back to the perimeter fence where he came in. With all the ordinance he had, he was a bit heavy. He wouldn't be able to shimmy under the fence again but he hadn't planned on that anyway. Once more he waited until a patrol passed by and simply cut the wires. He made his way back to his hidden gear and began donning hit weapons and jetpack. Just as he finished, there was a cry of alarm. Apparently, the guards saw where he cut the perimeter wires and were raising the alarms.

Well, at least they weren't completely asleep... Kale thought to himself as he ignited his jet pack and shot into the sky, the nearby guards saw him but with his speed, their shots were way off the mark. Kale activated his detonator and the remote mines he planted went off.

BOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Needless to say, those explosions could easily turn night into day. He laughed as he made his way over the hill as the conflagration spread throughout the ammo dump causing smaller, but no less spectacular, secondary explosions. Kale landed and took a quick stock before activating his map to see what he might hit next. He was just about to choose a communications array when a distress call came over his comm...

"This is Siv Dragr, at the generators. We need immediate backup and close air support, now!"

Kale frowned and took to the sky again. He headed for Siv's location at full throttle trying to get there right now. He knew how strategically important those generators were to their efforts here and besides, there was no way that he was going to let a good friend of his die. Kale opened comm channel, "Siv, this is Kale Onara. I've heard your call and I'm flying in hot. I'll be at your position in..." He checked his map and did a quick calculation in his mind, "...three minutes. I'll be coming in over their heads and dropping in some ordinance on them. Should help even the odds a bit. Just hang on ner vod. I'm coming..."

And I'm bringing hell with me... Kale thought to himself as he approached the battle zone...

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Objective: Blood Gultch
Tags: Yamou Juno Wren Khael Vhijaric

There was just a brief moment of silence as Kyrel and the Ren Acolyte had wandered through the dark. They moved as if they were shadow themselves with his Hunger slowly increasing. If the Mandalorians dared to face the Maw’s Wrath they would also have to whet his appetite. With each hollow step his boot placed against the Durasteel he could hear the jet packs roar. Unlike earlier encounters with the warriors he was something far beyond than Human, and he looked forward to show them how terrifying the monster could truly be.

Then in that moment he saw the acolyte rushing ahead after two Mandalorians made themselves known. An obstacle to stop the Ren from gaining the Imperial secrets needed to further his plans for galactic Annihilation. First he felt bolts go through his armor, and felt the pain through his chest. He growled in response, and while the Ren acolyte reacted immediately the Wrath eyed the two with a deadly stare. He felt bolts continually shoot into him, and still Kyrel moved slow but remained unaffected. Then came the roar of fire as the flames had completely enveloped the walking corpse.

In the moment the inferno had covered the tunnel Kyrel didn’t fight back against the flames. The monster embraced them instead. He stood as if unafraid of the fire that consumed him, and with the flames came the sizzling of the burnt necrotic flesh. Pieces of his armor started to chip away from the intensity of the flames. Then through the wall of flames had emerged the hulking behemoth. The corpse was covered in flame, pieces of his mask started to fall away revealing an impassive, yet murderous stare that bore into the T-Visors of the Mandalorians. His stare carried death as the Hunger gripped tightly to his hands let out an ear shattering screech. As the burning slowly started to come closer to the pair of Mandalorians he attempted to respond in kind. Slowly his arm raised the forked tip spear to blast a crimson beam of draining energy towards the two Mandalorians. He hoped to attempt the same move as he tried before but remained curious how the Mandos would respond as he felt the flames scorch his flesh. His gaze shifted to the acolyte out of concern even when the vacant stare didn’t betray his feelings for his Knights.

 

[The Grunt]

'Runt'
Scar Hounds/New Sith Order​

Location: Section 3, Orbital Docks, Rothana
Objective: Seize the station
Equipment: Dread Blade, Basic Blasters, Basic Armour w/ vacuum seal

Spoiler: Armour

Vulcan Krayt

Firing a warning shot into the air and making sure he had The Runt's attention and invitation to do battle.

<"Hello there."> He says, with snide contempt dripping from his words.

As they streamed through the shipyard, Runt's group was stopped by a single Mandalorian blocking their path. They were... very small.

Behind the warrior were several other soldiers that moved into an adjacent corridor, the corridor that led from Runt's position to the control room.

"Barks, take the boys and cut those Mandos off, then get to the control room. I'll deal with this one myself."

The scarred warrior nodded and signalled to the others, who charged enthusiastically to cut off the other Mandalorians.

"Hello yourself, big guy," Runt replied before drawing his blaster and firing.

 

[Kybo Ren]

OBJECTIVE: BLOOD GULCH. BLOW UP MANDALORIAN POWER GENERATORS
LOCATION: Surface of Rothana
TAGS:
Siv Dragr Kale Onara​

At last, six targets locked red in his display and he raised his vambrace, firing off six miniature rockets from his Whistling Bird launcher, spiraling outward before they zeroed in onto impact their target.

Descending into the carnage, he suffered a blow from the butt of a rifle, knocking his head downwards. Grunting with frustration, he returned with a blow of his own, his crushgaunt-covered hand landing a solid blow against the helmeted raider.

"We're in a heap a' trouble..." Kybo muttered as he broke from cover, too late to stop the Mando's rockets detonating in the midst of Steelshanks' crew. The Mandalorians had to be hard-pressed by now, right? They had to keep up the pressure.

<"Everyone close in and storm the central position! There's only a handful of 'em!"> he ordered.

<"Rocker, get back from the outlying buildings and join the assault!">

Kybo dashed through the snow ahead of the rest, propelled by the Darkness, watching the Mandalorian kill two more pirates in the span of seconds.

"Who's next?"

The sound of a lightsaber igniting would draw the Mandalorian's attention. The ring of pirates around Siv melted away as their leader approached.

"Steelshanks, stick close to the walls and set up yer charges at the west wall," Kybo whispered to the man as he strode past. The pirate nodded and the survivors of this group quickly ran off into the snow. Kybo raised his lightsaber at Siv as he attempted to cut them off.

"I am. Would ye deny a fellow warrior an har'nourable bout o' combat?" Without waiting for a reply, Kybo quickdrew his hand canon in his other hand and fired at Siv.

 

[Vesta]

Hard To Kill​

Location	Rothana Orbital Shipyards
Enemies	The Mandalorian Enclave - The Quartermaster
Allies	Brotherhood of the Maw
Equipment	Maul

She could have kept up the smug façade, or perhaps dipped into anger, any number of reactions would have seemed fitting in the eyes of the Mandalorians as they believed they had placed themselves into a position of righteous death in the face of total evil. Instead she felt that familiar slip into disappointment, the loosening of the muscles in her shoulders as the instinct to kill returned and pushed itself into the forefront of her mind. Soldiers came at her before their leader, before any leader, both then and now, there and here. 'It's always the same way.' She thought as she slowly increased her pace towards the leader of the Enclave, maul spinning in the palm of her hand as she let it slip from her fingers and dragged it with her through the force alone. She felt her body turn, rotate, as her feet left the ground and two forms of disruptor technology fired alongside what became her front and her back, while she counted the seconds before her weapon rose sharply and launched itself into the blade of the Mandalorian that approached from the side she could see - while a blade of beskar pierced itself rightly through her side and exited out of her stomach without even a hint of the gore it ought to have.

"I wasn't asking for your fear." She said, all traces of enjoyment long gone by now.

She did not enjoy the unceremonious collapse of both soldiers as their lives were pulled out of them like light from a star, consumed by her as silently as a gasp for air in the dead of space. "I was warning you of eternal guilt." Mori whispered as blaster fire sent her way by Jaena and Sabine collided with the manipulated corpses of their fallen friends. She turned towards the Mandalorian and her remaining cadre of soldiers with a face that should have been confident, imposing, but instead all that was there was regret and frustration. There would be no witnesses to this carnage, no one left to turn the rest of the Brotherhood against her by shouting out the truth of this monster of a woman, so she felt no need to mask her feelings as she resigned herself to executioner.

The bodies that hung in suspended animation in front of her would do well enough to protect her from suppressing fire, or at least long enough for her to make the point that was now far too late for anyone to act on. "Just like the idiots that will burn to death on the planet's surface, these men and women didn't need to die, Quartermaster." She said, tossing the limp bodies off to the side and into the wall as she took another step forward. Her maul moved quickly through the air as it returned to the grip of her other hand, her left, and batted down a blaster bolt into the floor by her foot while her right hand froze another in mid-air. It appeared that the Sith prepared to speak again, only for the suspended blaster bolt to suddenly regain momentum - only in the opposite direction, straight down the barrel of the blaster that had fired it - while lightning leaped from the fingertips that had been reached out to stop it in the first place in order to finish the job on the one holding the blaster in the first place.

"Thus always to tyrants." She said.

Then she jumped towards them.

 

[Darth Ptolemis]

Location: Rothana, Sector D-84 (on map)
Nearby: Ada Infernum Sinestra Kranak Vizsla Valery Noble
Equipment in bio.

Engaging: Shai Maji

catharsis
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The unholy process was underway. Ptolemis, with his eyes closed behind his mask, clutched the leg of the Mandalorian that floated between a torturous coma and a fiery desire to awaken – all induced by his will to remove the location of the First Order depot from her psyche. For minutes that felt like a lifetime they inhabited the same space; the mind of Shai Maji – wills battling in the immaterial.

As the Shadow Hand floated upon the rivers of her youth and adulthood, haunting her to extract the knowledge he so needed, she resisted; great waves formed upon the waters of her mind, rocking Ptolemis' boat, pushing him away, dragging him down. Ptolemis' malice and anger painted the river red as he flowed downstream toward the shining gate, the seed of knowledge. His goal, his mission.

But she woke up. Immediately, she knocked him back with her repulsor, hitting him square in the chest. Although the duraplast vest he wore would spread enough force across his body to save him from broken bones, the momentum would remain. The body of the Sith Lord lifted off the ground outright, spun and flew back in a ballistic arc, away from Shai. Finally, he fell on his back and slid away on the snow-covered ground.

The whirlwind was getting dangerously close.

Pained and bruised, the Sith pushes himself upright as Shai jabs at him again verbally.
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”You think you’re the first Sith to try and kark with my head? Do you even know who the kriff I am, you parasite?”

With the oncoming turbulence encroaching ever closer, the remaining strands of Ptolemis' torn and burnt robe start to flutter in the wind. Yet he stands, and listens – his emotions unknown, forever hidden behind his mask. He rolls his shoulders and stretches his neck as he listens, without a word. Then, in an act of attempted humiliation, she throws a saber at his feet like a bone to a dog.​

”You’re gonna need that against me, buddy. Courtesy of the last Sith I faced.”

His gaze follows the object as it rolls to a halt before him, then lifts his gaze back at the grey-armored Mandalorian. He inhales deeply. His ominous voice drowns out the spinning icicle-tempest lurking now only a couple of paces from them. – I know enough… Shai Maji. You are a traumatized pup, intent on murdering your way over to self-determination. – He exhales. Inhales. Fingers randomly twitching as he wields the demoralizing techniques of Dun Möch against his opponent. – Now that I've dissected your soul, I remember you. You've fought by our side once. Tell me, was it freeing? Do you miss the taste? – He enters into a sluggish pacing back and forth, never taking his eyes off of his opponent. – And this… – He lazily waves at the weapon at his feet. – Perhaps you mistake me for a Jedi. For them, it's everything.

He stops, turning to face Shai directly. The sky begins to darken. – My true weapon is the Dark Side of the Force. And with it, I will torture you until YOU GIVE ME THE LOCATION! – As he roars the final words, a thunder cracks the sky apart and he swings his arm, violently dragging the hailstorm-tempest closer and casting its elemental devastation upon the IRONCLAD WARDOG. The whirlwind screams, fist-sized blocks of ice and sharp boulders of the previously collapsed bridge smashing and spinning around its axis as it races to swallow Shai whole.
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But she was a resourceful one.

Ptolemis is seething with anger, the air around him pulsing with heat; ready to defend himself should she find a way to escape the storm.