Invasion Gravity - BotM Invasion of Enclave Held Rothana

[Domina Prime]

◈ GODHUNTER PAGECLAIM ◈


"I am the monster you created. You ripped out all my parts~"​

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

So much fire, so much heartache, so much rage and all that fury. The Sithlings mind was like a unstable volcano, randomly erupting with every flash of a blade and ignition of a bomb that clouded his memories. Such fire and chaos, as such seemed to be the way of this current galaxy, oh how the board shifted and twisted with every other era, leading a new generation of new lambs to slaughter via vicious repetition. Innocence reaped from this Mawite young just like so many others, his venomous hate given fuel and purpose to the man trapped within her grip.

The air around him was like cinders in this dark place. The influence of his god flowing through his very being in these moments of strife. It was no wonder the godlings had retrieved this one, clearly he was prime real estate to those who would seek to mold him, shape him, and watch his volcanic ash consume everything around him.

Perhaps they weren't to different after all. The trauma of their past had clearly led them down paths of blood. And as the mysterious lifeform shared his memories, living key moments of his life through his very eyes he could feel as she felt. And in that moment she did not hate him, nor pity him, she merely understood. And in the end understanding was all the hivemind ever really wanted, to understand the world around her, to understand her enemies, to understand her kin.

It was rare, for her to be able to do this, the young Prime deeply embedding the influence of her consciousness into the mawites mind as those tendrils slithered against the smooth flesh of her temples.

His visions of the abominations would be much different...much...'clearer'. No flashes of blades or bombs tearing through her home and loved ones no her trauma was different than the mawites.

His first images would be of of an egg, brilliant and speckled with azurite flecks. The life swimming within full of promise and potential, surrounded by those in robes who reeked of a familiar stench. And oddly enough, in this vision of her conception he would see the egg flume with a fine signature of force energy. The young lifeform at one point brimming with it's potential, the love of his god once embraced the Xeno, giving her warmth and precious life.

But then, in the next flash of memories he'd see these robed men. Surrounded by scientist, meddling with a lifeform they did not fully understand. Attempting to take advantage of her unique nature, feeding her desired traits, trying to influence her very blood and soul through the power of their beloved god. They built her up then ripped her apart over and over again, from the time she hatched she was regulated. Chained and shackled made to be something she did not want to be. For every undesired trait she evolved, they ripped it from her very flesh, for every attempt at simple, human intelligence, to replicate a 'reasonable' collection of traits to establish herself as a productive being beyond just teeth and claws.

But they wanted a weapon, they wanted the force to saturate every cell in her body.

Through all their cruelty, for all of them to spit upon her beauty, denying her the basic right of existence. She changed, evoked their rite to her blood and her soul, purging their god from every cell in her blood! Rapidly flashes of the xeno would enter the Mawites mind.

Valgus Ren would then see the progression of her evolution. From a small, meek little girl, simply flesh and bone and a heart of gold. And how through the savagery of single minded organisms she was forced to develop claws! Force to grow sharp rows of teeth! Tendrils to better devastate those who wanted to take everything from her! She even made herself a dead 'thing', an abomination purely out of the necessity to survive against an enemy superior to her.

And in her youth he would see only one simple truth, an understanding of her that very, very few had insight to.

To complete against a superior enemy, to turn the tables and make them prey, to make them smaller than her. She had no other choice than to become what they feared the most, and Dima, in all her perfected design had done just that. Become what every godling fears...a Godhunter.

And as she link finally broke, just as the flashes of Mandalorians stood upon a young xeno, reaching out to her clawed hands openly and without fear. It was the last thing he'd see before the a burning flash pierced through her mind, disrupting the Link as the two of them returned to their senses. Dima grimacing and flinching from the sudden ache in the back of her head from whatever jolt he had sent through, the igniting of his sabers causing Dimas grip to tighten on him as those five alien eyes slowly pulled open and looked upon her prey.

He told her his name, only causing Dima to lick the teeth lining her jaws with a low chuckle erupting from her chest. And as he tried to slowly move his blades from her arms up towards her neck Dimas tail simply coiled, an azure fluid filling her tail as she prepared a hefty, powerful dose of venom through the tip of her tail before attempting to sting it right into the back of his shoulder just as he summoned a moment of strength to blast against her after kicking her in the wounded leg to cause her clawed grip to loosen slightly. The blast causing her to let go completely as she was thrown back into the wall again, causing a deep hiss of agitation as her snowy strands of hair hung messily about.

"Ah yes, Valgus Ren, you poor poor tragic little thing." She cooed, shifting her gaze as she pushed herself back from the wall. Staring the man down as she shook her head slowly. "Dima may remember it...if you escape this ones claws alive." She mused passively, casually shifting about as her arms remained at their sides, blood trickling down her chin and leg as vents to the back piece of her open suddenly POPPED open with an audible 'Vvvshhhhhhh' . Her azure eyes dilating to fine pins as they all once again regained focus on him, their connection now undeniable. "But this one has showed you curtsy enough godling, it's time you know at long last, that you aren't alone on top the food chain anymore~" She chittered deeply as she grinned wickedly.

And within that moment, one thick, heavily scaled and rather muscular tendril suddenly and rather abruptly spilled from her back, triple talons splitting open and SLAMMING into the upper left wall of the corridor, crunching through the durasteel and another tendril following, spilling out of her back and just whirling about in the other side of the unoccupied space.

The visage of them were brilliant, the finest trait the alien creature had evolved, and by far the deadliest of her entire natural arsenal. She had claws, her teeth, her lashers and tail. But now with these two extra appendages things had become significantly more dangerous for the Mawite.

But then TWO MORE spilled form her LOWER back, STOMPING into the very floor they stood on and HOISTING the alien mandalorian up into the air, completely filling the massive hallway with her body, lashers now swirling and dangling dangerously as her feet swayed back and forth in the air, those spider like appendages keeping her so firmly in place as each of them chittered, hissed and examined the environment of their own accord. Like serpents spilling from her body, each had independent thought of its own, aware of its surroundings as the scales along it rattled and spiked upward, sharp quills lining the elongated surface of the tendril.

"Your kind have always been superior in every possible way Godling, which is why this one has selected your kind as her favored prey. Cause if Dima can kill a god...Dima can kill ANYTHING!" She snarled as the tendril that had been whirling about suddenly extended a long, sharp bone spire from its center, tongues hissing violently out at the Mawite as out of nowhere, a newfound burst of power and speed bounded the alien towards him. Each stomp of a tendril completely SHREDDED the interior of the corridor, whatever it gripped was practically pulled off the walls with it, slashing through the steel of the floor and causing incredible dents in the steel below. CRUSHING the bodies of whoever they happened to step upon as the combined, vicious screeching and hissing of both Dima and her tendrils displayed something beyond understanding.

And as she closed the distance, each tendril would slash and stab towards him, lashers whirling and Dimas own claws swinging in massively powerful arcs as her tendrils served as her 'new' legs, swinging her around and pushing her forward with much more power than her normal legs, increasing the weight and momentum of each strike. "DIMA WILL NEVER BE LESSER THAN GODLING! NEVER AGAIN! YOU WILL DO WELL TO REMEMBER DIMAS NAME AS WELL VALGUS REN!! TELL IT TO YOUR GOD WHEN THIS ONE SENDS YOU TO THEM! OR EVEN BETTER WHISPER IT TO YOUR KIN SHOULD YOU SURVIVE LITTLE RABBIT! PUT THE FEAR OF DIMA IN THEIR BONES!"

In the midst of these furious attacks, the tendrils talons would attempt to just snatch at his lightsaber, pulling at it and attempting to wrangle and wrestle it out of his hand, constantly attempting to snatch it, pull it one way or the other, or just distract his saber arm while every other lasher and tendrils tried to cut and split through flesh in the same way she had previously when only using her claws but in a far more devastation.

Her tendrils continued to harass him, and if successfully grappling him, would do little more than pick him up and literally drag him across the walls, ceiling and floor like a ragdoll being skidded across the pavement.

This of course was assuming he did not slip away from her primal assault.

| SUMMARY |

- Valgus Ren & Dima mind link successfully, memory transference engaged


- Share each others trauma, gaining better insight into one another both as enemies and as individuals


- A small mental bond is forged, but the link is broken when Valgus Ren sends sharp pains to Dima


- While Valgus attempts to push Dima away, Dimas tail attempts to sting into the back of his shoulder


- Getting struck in both the leg and by the force, if sting is successful venom will slowly effect force powers.

- Dima, now in her Final Phase, opens vents in armor to unleash her deadly tendrils!

- In a juggernaut of an assault, Dima transfers stance from legs to tendrils and rushes.

- Tendrils whirl out, lashers swish and her claws swing and attack with added momentum and weight

- Tendril attempts to snatch at, lash out towards, and wrestle the blade from Val. Wanting to grab and drag Val through the corridors.

[TENDRIL COMBAT FORM]
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[Yenna]

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

THEME​

Yenna matched his speed with every strike or step, the Force flowing through her with incredible precision and discipline. Her mind, while troubled, was calm and a sense of acceptance drove her on. She searched for any openings in his movements for a strike, of which there were exceptionally few. They were two masters locked in a deadly dance.

But her focus was far from taking him down personally. He was far too powerful for her alone.

A torrent of lightning lashed out at her, blocked only by the palm of her right hand as she attempted to keep up her rapid onslaught. The lightning channelled into her hand, but instead of dissipating, she absorbed the power into herself. It was extremely dangerous, she could feel the currents through her body, and the pull to the Darkness whispered sweet words in the back of her mind. But the technique did what it had to do.

A surge of energy kept her going, kept her attack and defense up and matching his own. It was far too intense for her to stop and help Kragr, though she could feel he was alive after the blast. That was all that mattered. She could only help him if she managed to gain the upper hand over Dimitri. For now, she could only pray that he was able to rejoin the fight.

 

[Khael Vhijaric]

TAGS: Kyrel Ren / Yamou / Juno Wren

Poised, ready to strike, Khael felt a surge of force power from behind the flames moments before the giant came striding forward, unburnt and swinging its massive greatsword. In that instant, Khael's attention was diverted by the other sith warrior having allowed Juno's shots to smash into his armour, then begin stalking through the flames searing his armour and filling Khael's nostrils with a sick, choking stench of burnt flesh.

"Osik!" Khael breathed, incredulous.

The giant swinging his blade was, thankfully, slow enough that Khael's momentary distraction did not cost him his life. At the last moment, he attempted to juke backwards, but his shoulder plate was caught by the sword's tip, ripping the pauldron from its underlay completely and wrenching him back down to one knee, the metal plate clattering to the floor.

It was then his senses were assaulted by a screech from the direction of the monster, Khael's proximity to the warrior almost overloading the auto-noise dampeners in his helmet. They failed to completely block out the auditory attack and Khael quickly realised he needed to move as the Sith raised his wicked spear. He swung Dha'kumura diagonally upwards to slice at the giant, turning on his foot as he did so and engaging his jetpack's thrusters, that now pointed directly behind him, for a fraction of a second while blind-firing his blaster pistol behind him to dissuade an immediate chase. The crimson beam of energy shot past Khael, but he felt its draining effects drag at his energy and will. He fought its sapping effects as Juno fired her sonic blaster, her actions quickly deciding his next course of action for him.

Khael holstered his pistol as he landed from his short leap, gripping Dha'kumura in two hands as he turned to face the Sith, attempting to bring his nascent connection to the fore as he felt his nerves alight. He engaged the sonic switch of Dha'kumura, the Krayt dragon pearl set into its pommel howling a challenge as energy was channeled through it. He bellowed his next words over the roar of the blade.

"Demagolkase! You will answer for the deaths of our fellow Mando'ade!"

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osik - shit
demagolkase - monsters
Mando'ade - children of Mandalore​

 

[Hakon Fett]

Orbital Shipyard, Dock 35
Rothana
Allies: Brotherhood of the Maw | LOOT
Enemies: Mandalorian Enclave | Shel Beroya​

Things apparently can get any worse.

No vocoder in the galaxy could hide squidface's venom.

"You can't get enough of me, can you?" the scumbag grinned beneath the visor then lifted his hand up. "Have a taste of this then, squid." a dozen whistling birds whirred to life and wheezed in her direction. There was a plethora of other weapons to use but the birds... the birds were pure disrespect; an insult.

A Mandalorian's weapon in the hands of a dar'manda.​

 

[Khamul Kryze]

The Unchained

Engaging: Romul Saxon

Loadout: Mandalore's Lament, Regret, beskar'gam

Wraith

A vicious laugh produced itself from behind the mask of the Demon Mand'alor, his hand reaching for Mandalore's Lament as he touched down upon the durasteel floor.

"Easy words from a weak man. You should have stayed home. Perhaps you would live a little bit longer."

The onslaught of the Enclave forces was violent and swift, bringing Death's Hand under a constant hail of fire as they poured into the dockyard. Had they been regular soldiers, they would have likely all perished then and there. But they were no regular soldiers...

They were MANDALORIANS.

"Anyone touches this one, they will meet my blade. He is mine."

The words cut through the air with a nefarious hiss, as if his very words were the weapon he now grasped within his hand.

SNAP-HISS...

Mandalore's Lament roared to life as Khamul began to close the gap, dodging blasterfire as he darted towards his opponent. His body shifted back and forth, swinging around the hail of fire as Mandalore's Lament deflected the rest. His anger fueled his movements as he pushed ever closer to his prey.

"This dockyard will be your tomb, Dar'Manda!"

His blade lashed out, seeking to cleave the man's weapon in two. Though the man would likely have other tricks up his sleeve, Khamul would seek any possible advantage he could gain. This pretender would feel his wrath, it was simply a matter of time. But in the end... all would bend to the will of their Mand'alor...

And those that would not bend would break.

 

[Aela Wren]

I R O N S T A R
IN TIME OF WAR
SPACE / ORBITAL SHIPYARD | ROTHANA
ALLIES: Jos Krayt | Verin Oldo | ENCLAVE
ENEMIES: Marlon Sularen | Maverick Steele | NSO | BOTM | FINAL DAWN
ENGAGING: Hakon Fett (Not you again, shabuir - kms)
FLEET:

Spoiler

Attack Line:

Flagship: The Narglatch - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)

The rest are under Verin Oldo 's command

KILL YOUR CONSCIENCE​

"You can't get enough of me, can you?"

All he got in answer was a wrist rocket in his direction before he could lift his hand properly.

But that didn't stop the whistling birds from deploying. Some got detonated prematurely by the wrist-rocket's blast, but not all. Deploying a shield, she ducked behind it just the birds hit.
"I'll scalp you for that, dar'manda!" she barked before flicking her pistol to sonic setting and firing off a few rounds of sonic in his damnable direction through the shield.

He really went too far this time.

 

[Erion Justeene]

Objective: Pick on a couple of Mandalorians
Location: Rothana, on Planet
Equipment: Lightsaber, Voidsaber, SHT-26 "Bedevil" Heavy War Bike
Tags: Siv Dragr | Kale Onara | Kybo Ren
Allies: Maw | DH | Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians
Engaging: Kale Onara

Superious had been studying Sith texts and he was almost done with the seventh volume before he got the summons to war, silently grateful for the change of scenery he took to preparations to head to Rothana, the Enclave held it, the flashback to the fight with Stone on Dromund Kass entered his mind and his wrist and body ached with the memory. But alas, this was indeed precisely why he joined, to spread the Maw’s cloud into the Galaxy. Each fight egged the hidden lust for bloodshed inside the Ubese. Once everything was indeed ready, Superious headed to his deployment. The itch for carnage nagged at him all the way.

The Planet was okay, as far as he could tell. But then again most planets were okay. But this one was pockmarked by war and he arrived during the middle of it all. He didn’t start this one but he’s going to finish it and back up any Maw that got snared by Mandalorians, which was not hard to find as he soon found Kybo Ren fighting off two Beskar-clad warriors. Enclave seemed to come in pairs, much like socks but not nearly as helpful.

The distinctive snap-hiss of a lightsaber echoed announcing his arrival onto the scene. Several battles ago, Superious wouldn’t openly engage like this. The Bloodhound changed him and brought out the person he was deep down inside. As he approached he took in the terrain, the vantage points and where everyone is and thought of a plan to assist both defensively and offensively. Kale Onara was the closest to him and looked like he needed a bashing.

So with that, the Ubese used the force to throw debris right at Kale to drag him into a duel thus hoping to free Kybo up from facing 2 on 1.

 

[Kralmus Orr]

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Location: Rothana, Sector D-84, Heavy Weapon Emplacements
Engaging: Open

Spoiler: Former Partner Has Exited Thread

OH
FUCK

I FORGOT LOL

yeah just move on

Spoiler: TL;DR

• Fenn abandons his supercommandos, who are cut down in the Mawite crossfire
  • The Mawite warriors strip them of their gear
• The Mawites use their heavy weapons to begin pounding away at the Enclave heavy weapon emplacements
• Kralmus starts a Mando-roast while his troops demolish the defenses

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Kralmus's axes met only empty air as his foe abruptly vanished. Perhaps he'd jetpacked off into the smoke.

Well, he'd certainly left behind a mess for his supercommandos. His attempt to ambush the Death's Hand warriors had backfired spectacularly. He'd launched an attack unsupported, blinded his own troops with anti-thermal smoke, gotten them outflanked, and then just jetted away mid-fight, leaving them to die in the crossfire. Perhaps the last thoughts of the veteran Enclave warriors he'd led there were cursing him, or perhaps they were just wondering where he was. With no more leadership, no one to take charge of the situation and rally the troops, they were doomed. When the arctic wind finally blew away the smoke, the entire Supercommando force lay dead or dying.

Kralmus moved through the carnage, finishing off the wounded with quick swipes of his axes. Beskar helmets tumbled down the hillside as necks fountained crimson, staining the snow. "Strip their armor and weapons," the cannibal ordered, and the lesser Mawite warriors who had accompanied him scrambled to obey. "We'll use their own beskar against them." He supposed that the supercommandos had managed to delay his advance... but it was hardly the kind of delay worth dying to the last man over. Now all of their sophisticated equipment would belong to the Maw. Enclave armor would be used to resist Enclave blows. Enclave weapons would be wielded against Enclave warriors.

It was a delicious thought, and eased some of Kralmus's ire in the wake of his maiming on Argovia.

While the scavenger-soldiers carted off the gear of the dead, the cannibal and his Death's Hand warriors pushed further up the hill. Falling afoul of Kybo Ren 's assault on the generators, the Enclave had diverted many forces to defend them... which meant that having their delaying force in front of the big guns wiped out came at a very bad time for them. With the smoke now scattered and no one disrupting their efforts any longer, the Mawite PLX-2 missile systems locked onto the Enclave's heavy weapon emplacements. "Fire," Kralmus ordered. "And don't stop firing until every last weapon emplacement is slag." They had plenty of ammo. They could do this from range.

It wouldn't matter if the power generators went down anyway, but hey, they were being thorough.

As the mountainside shook under repeated rocket impacts, ice vaporized and metal annihilated by missile after missile, Kralmus Orr stowed his axes and drew his razor-sharp flensing knife. The dead supercommandos lay unmoving in the snow, stripped of all their gear, their bodies beginning to freeze. Better to get the good stuff while it was still warm! Kralmus walked among the corpses, pausing to carve choice bits of flesh from them - flanks and fingers and nice, dense thigh meat. Then he plopped down in the snow and set up his portable stove. Humming merrily to himself, he began to roast a dripping piece of Mando meat over the heater, seeking the perfect medium-rare.

The sounds of the Enclave defenses under heavy attack were the perfect background music to the feast.

 

[Kale Onara]

OBJECTIVES: Defend Rothana, Wipe out all enemy forces
ALLIES: All Enclave Mando'ade, others....maybe
ENEMIES: All Maw forces, All Sith
ENGAGING: Erion Justeene
TAGS: Siv Dragr , Kybo Ren , Erion Justeene , Kybo Ren

Kale Onara landed near the generator station and took an overall scan of the area to get an idea of the tactical situation at the generator station. To sum it up in word, the tactical situation was BAD. Siv was fully engaged against a Sith and other Maw forces and there appeared to be only about half a dozen of his vod left to defend the generators and they were being hard pressed to just stay alive. To make matters worse, there was a small demolition team of the Maw rigging some explosives on a wall unopposed.

Well, we can't have that... Kale thought to himself.

The good news was the fight between Siv and the Sith were distracting the majority of the Maw forces so Kale decided to take advantage of the distraction. He peeked around a corner and saw the demolition expert as he nearly finished putting a breaching charge on the wall. There was another Maw warrior there to cover him, but like most of the Maw, he was distracted by the fight so Kale decided to do this quiet. He drew his vibroknife and moved silently up behind the two Maw. He pulled the covering warrior's head back and cut his throat ear to ear. When the demolition expert turned to see what was going on, Kale surged forward and put his knife right through his opponent's eye. The Maw jerked once or twice and then fell. Kale helped him down so that he wouldn't make too much noise falling. Kale took a quick look at the explosive and disconnected the detonator. It was a timer detonator. Kale removed the explosive and reset the timer. A standard breaching charge like he thought. The explosive was shape charged to blow in a certain direction to destroy a wall or obstacle but not kill the people that had set it. He scanned around to see where he could use it the best and found the perfect spot.

Kale circled around to the rear flank of the Maw and set the explosive nearby pointed at the Maw forces but angle so the explosive force wouldn't hit his remaining vod. Kale reconnected the detonator and set the timer for 10 seconds but didn't start the countdown yet. He gave a double tap on his comm and got the attention of his beleaguered vod. He made hand signals telling them to hit their jetpacks when he does. When he saw one of them nod and then relay the information. Kale unslung his rifle and switched it to full auto and then triggered the detonator. He fired a full burst for three seconds to confuse his foes before activating the jet pack. The others hit their jetpacks and flew high following Kale. At the count of ten...

BOOM!!!!!

The chare sent a nice big direction controlled explosion that tore through a good number of the confused Maw forces. As he flew toward his fellow Mandos, he caught movement coming out of the corner of his eye. HARAN!!!! He thought to himself as went into a power dive to evade a wall of snow, rocks and debris that suddenly decided to attack him. He managed to evade most of the debris thrown at him but he heard and felt several pangs as debris hit his armor. Suddenly, his jetpack sputtered and he dropped the last three meters to the ground. He managed to hit feet first and rolled into cover but an alarm in his visor told him that his jetpack had been hit and the thrusters were offline. "What the kriff was that?" Kale asked himself as he took a quick scan around. At first he didn't see anything but then he noticed what looked like a Ubese with a red lightsaber in his hand. A Force user...Great, probably a Sith. Kale though to himself. Kale opened and encrypted channel, "This is Kale Onara to my vod defending the generators. We now have two Sith in the game here. Leave the two Sith to Siv and myself. Now that you are free to move, defend those generators at all costs! More reinforcements should be on the way, so just hold them! Par kote, par ijaat!!!!!!!!!!!!" He hoped that war cry would be enough for those six to rally and hit the Maw hard. As Kale cut the comm, he took a deep breath and then decided it was time to get into this fight. He peeked up and spotted the Ubese and activated his targeting system and fired his jetpack rocket in a high parabolic arch to get the Sith's attention. Another warning screamed and Kale had to ditch his jetpack before it decided to burn him or explode on his back. He watched the missile hit it's apogee and head in a screaming dive for Erion Justeene . As it did, Kale popped up with his modified A280C rifle and began firing full auto at the Sith trying to overwhelm him...

 

[Maverick Steele]

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Obj 1: Retribution
Space Combat / Orbital Station Duels
ENEMIES: ENCLAVE | Jos Krayt I Shel Beroya I Mae Tecono I Verin Oldo
ALLIES: MAW | Anja Doreva | Marlon Sularen

Spoiler: fleet

Flagship: Tigerclaw Battleship (Made)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

2 x Crucifix-Class I Destroyers (Maw)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

2 x Retrofitted Imperial-II Star Destroyers (Maw)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

1 x Retrofitted Mon Calamari Cruiser (Maw)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

15 x Starfin-Class Corvettes in squads of three (Made) 15/15

1 x Vengeance-Resurrections Frigate (Stolen)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

1 x Swordfish Frigate (Stolen)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

4 x CR-37 FarStar Carriers (Purchased)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
3. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
4. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

5 x Shield-class Escort Cruiser's (Purchased)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
3. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
4. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
5. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

3 x Rain-class Direct Fire Escort Corvette's (Purchased)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
3. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

16 x Squadrons of Snarlfish Gunboat (Purchased) 16/16

40 x Squadrons of various Starfighters and Interceptors (With Ships) 40/40

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Mav was at odds, he had let loose the entire firepower of his fleet, 6 heavy star destroyers, and his ships primary heavy weapon and it all amounted to barely scraping the surface of the star destroyer that they were attacking. However, now that he has had a little time to think about it, the return fire from the same star destroyer was extremely light for such a craft, so maybe the star destroyer is a tank of sorts, able to take a beating but unable to give one.

He thought about continuing on, but it looked like Jos Krayt fleet was too busy with Anja Doreva fleet and vise versa, and the other two enemy fleets were in the same vicinity as the shipyards where Marlon Sularen was heading with his fleet. Mav did not want to be foolish, but decided to break away from this engagement and flank the newer enemy fleet of Verin Oldo .

He did not want to leave Anja Doreva without hanging, so he left a CR-37 FarStar and Two Squadrons of Snarlfish Gunboat's to help secure her flank. But the remaining members of his fleet slowly backed away while maintaining constant fire power on the enemy and started to flank the new enemy and support Marlon Sularen .

They did not really sneak up on Verin Oldo 's fleet, but Mav was not going to stop and set up a defensive position as he had with Jos Krayt . He needed some kind of victory here to show the Maw that he was a serious asset, so everything was on the table here and now. As soon as they were in range, the full firepower of the fleet came down on Verin Oldo 's exposed flank.

Verin Oldo

 

[Yamou]

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Location: Rothana surface
Tags: Kyrel Ren Juno Wren Khael Vhijaric
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He was intercepted by Khael, sliding in on one knee, raging flames spewing from his raised gauntlet. She squeezed off another pair of shots from her Double-E, aiming at Yamou’s massive head- maybe that would slow him down.

Yamou twisted as he ran, absorbing the bolts into his armour. The impact was still rough, and he slowed for a few seconds, yet close enough to hit Khael.

The giant swinging his blade was, thankfully, slow enough that Khael's momentary distraction did not cost him his life. At the last moment, he attempted to juke backwards, but his shoulder plate was caught by the sword's tip, ripping the pauldron from its underlay completely and wrenching him back down to one knee, the metal plate clattering to the floor.

Yamou tried to advance but Juno's attacks continued and he slowed to dodge. It was then that Kyrel struck forward.

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.

Yamou watched in awe as Kyrel, or whatever he was now, simply took in the fire and advanced, a shadow-form pulsating malice and power. Khael was distracted, struggling to fight back. Flanking Khael, Yamou reached out with the Force to manipulate, to tip over the balance and amplify the vibrations of the humming sonic weapon, trying to create a resonance cascade that would cause it to literally shake itself from the Mando's grip.

 

[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 arctic fury of the Force Storm tears into the armored frame of the Ironclad Wardog with its claws of ice and fists of stone, sapping body heat and ripping flesh. Wasting no time, during this brief period when she is enveloped by the Shadow Hand's tectonic projection of the Force, a part of his soul calls out to him. His masked visage snaps to the left, locking onto a snow bank, his attention drawn in by his damaged lightsaber – so he decides to check one last time if it will ignite. It seems his Profaned Crystal bore a deeper attachment to him than he realized.

He reaches high into the air as the weapon springs out from under layers of ice and earthy debris, catching the battle-worn ebon hilt with his gloved hand. But something felt off.

In a surprising twist, the wounds of her opponent, however barbarous they were, heal immediately. Unexpectedly she erupts from inside the whirlwind with supernatural velocity, shooting at him with her pistol and swinging her Beskad to gut him in a flash. Yet she wasn't the only one wielding speed as a weapon.
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”You should have taken the saber, schutta!”

He swiftly ducks avoiding the first few particle bolts. – But I did, beast. – He clicks. The crimson saber, now forming a sizzling, unstable outline instead of a solid beam bursts into the chaotic scene, humming its ghostly drone. In a weirdly aesthetic meld of evasion and offense he bends from the projectiles, slides from her thrusts, blocks her swings and flips over the Mandalorian as she reveals and unleashes her true nature, attacking with more fervor than ever before. What was she? The Force revealed no specifics; would that hunger he sensed mean something more than he initially thought? His drive to investigate further is immense, but he shelves the desire for a later time.

As the fierce melee progresses and stun bolts miss Ptolemis by a hair's breadth, they find themselves upon the edge of the chasm, with Ptolemis with his back to the cold abyss. He blocks her swings, but so can she. His hatred boils within his body at this point. Then, a stun bolt hits him in the chest, and again he loses his saber – it falls into the cavernous depths below and he screams in paralyzing agony, arms wide as the currents of electricity bite into him.

And right there on the precipice, her Beskad pierces him straight through his stomach, severing skin, muscle, organ and vein. Blood spurts forth from the wound, spraying Shai with the purple blood of Fondorians. For a moment, Rothana stands still.

Against many other enemies, this would be the end. Ptolemis understood that indeed, she was a formidable enemy, one he will never forget. But Ptolemis was no ordinary Sith.

He was the Blasphemer.

His anger catches fire, and eternal hatred proliferates through his soul like a bolt of lightning through a tree. His permadark eyeholes glow up in a blaze of purple and orange as he grabs onto the arm that's holding the Beskad. The pulsating orange-purple eyes behind the mask stare as deep into hers as her Beskad pierces into his body. – Suffer. – With all the power lent to him by the Dark Side of the Force, he plants his foot into her chest, then pulls, attempting to brutally disfigure her on the spot.
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Whether or not he succeeds in mutilating his opponent, Ptolemis stumbles backward, now dangerously close to the chasm behind him.

 

[Shai Maji]

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

THEME​

To her surprise, he summoned his broken lightsaber back to his hand… except it wasn’t as broken as she suspected. The crimson blade ignited just in time to deflect and parry her ruthless attacks.He flipped over her and the Wardog immediately turned to pursue.

The two of them steadily moved through the snow as the storm ripped around them, until finally they reached the edge of the cliff. Spotting an opening in his defense, she parried his blade and shot a stun bolt square in his chest. A sickening smile formed as he screamed. His weapon flew from his hand and into the depths below, once more he was defenseless. Shai wasted no time and lunged forward with her Beskad, finding her target as the tip pierced his gut and sank through him without any effort.

It was a deadly blow, a painful, immobilizing wound and a slow, painful death for anyone. Yet he was still very much alive. His mask’s eyes glared at her visor as his hand grabbed hold of her arm.

– Suffer. –

Shai barely had any time to react. She flicked her pistol back to its normal blaster mode and fired at him as his boot planted against her chest. He kicked her back and the sound of tearing flesh ripped through her ears and body. Her vision narrowed with pulsing red and her body felt numb. But she kept shooting at his center mass, unconcerned about his armour. Even if it held up, the heavy blaster bolts would knock him off the cliff entirely.

As Shai laid in the snow, the pain finally set in as she let out an agonizing scream. Tears formed as her vision faded almost entirely, her hearing grew distant and her good arm immediately moved up to clutch at where her arm was supposed to be. Except, it laid in front of her. Her right arm stained the snow along with the open wound. Her scream lowered to incoherent mumbling as she shivered from shock. With wide eyes she yanked her helmet off and looked at the wound with pitiful whimpers. Memories paralyzed her for a few moments as she laid there, but eventually the pain subsided and the bleeding halted. The arm on the ground faded into ash and dust, whisked away by the wind and leaving only har armour behind.

:: T-This… is Wardog… I-I-I… l-lost an… a-arm… head-d-ding… back to base. :: She stammered out, plucking the frozen tears from her cheeks. She took a few steadying breaths and forced herself back onto her feet. Picking up her pistol, she peered over the edge for a moment. At least she put another one on the tally. It was a shame that she couldn’t put another lightsaber on her belt… or get her sword back.

With another deep breath her shaky hand holstered her pistol and slid her helmet back on, before she picked up the sleeve and armour. Luckily she had jetpack controls linked to her HUD.

”Karkin’...” Her shivering voice faded as she glared at the edge of the cliff. Her arm would grow back… eventually… but she desperately hoped that it was the end of him.

/Exit Thread

 

[Valgus Ren]

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

THEME​

The memories that flooded his mind from her took a toll on Valgus. The pain and suffering she went through coursed through his body with agonizing fury, nearly causing him to break his composure as they glared at each other. But through all the pain, he understood her better than most.

They wanted the same thing. To rid the galaxy of those that wronged them, and anyone low enough to actually call those people their friends and allies. It was a shame that they were on opposing sides. The feats they could accomplish together would be unparalleled.

Reality returned to them both, and the Sith squirmed just in time for the spike on her tail to skid along his pauldron before she was sent back into the wall. Valgus backed off to regain his power for a moment as four massive tentacles emerged from her back. He summoned his helmet back to him and slid it on before he clipped her lightsaber to his belt. With his right hand free, he extended it out as fire and smoke consumed his arm once more.

A warped sword emerged from the flames as he glared at her through his helmet.

"Your kind have always been superior in every possible way Godling, which is why this one has selected your kind as her favored prey. Cause if Dima can kill a god...Dima can kill ANYTHING!"

”I do find it amusing that you see me as a god, after what you saw. If you met a true god, we wouldn’t be speaking now.” He spoke as he raised the warped blade, pointing it at her. She made her move, charging at him with her tendrils before another onslaught came his way. Armed with two blades, the knight of Ren proved far more capable in his defense and attacked as he twirled, spun and jumped with precision to avoid her attacks. His blades moved with simplistic, elegant, yet deadly, movements to parry and cut at any spot he could find.

More and more, Valgus moved back with her attacks, offering ground to lure her in. She attempted to snatch his legs, but a quick jump and stab with his burning sword sent him drifting back a good distance. ”You make the mistake of thinking I, or anyone else, fears you. I do not see a predator in front of me. I see a creature desperate for someone to care about her. Ironic that you will find more acceptance with my kind than them.” He gestured to a dead Mandalorian as he navigated the hallways, carefully leading her on.

 

[Ada Infernum]

EMBER
SOMEWHERE | ROTHANA
ALLIES: Sinestra | NSO | BOTM | FINAL DAWN - (I'll tag if you're important, don't @ me)
ENEMIES: ENCLAVE (you'll also get tagged if you're important)
ENGAGING: Kranak Vizsla | Valery Noble

MAKE ME WANNA DIE​

The dagger found its mark.

She could feel the Force running through his weapon, enhancing either it or him. But it didn't matter - he still bled, which would make the goddess happy.

But then he decided to attempt a roll-back once more. In the movement, the Ember sent a torrent of flame at him once more before darting forward with a slice of her saber once more before he would be able to draw his pistol.

But it would be a feint.

She would start low with an upward arc with her saber to bait him into blocking. But at the last split second, she would redirect her blade to slice him from hip to hip. Not that she expected the saber to cut through the beskar, which would be where the dagger came in simultaneously to try and strike him in the abdomen once more.

"Not very smart, are you, buckethead?"

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Tags: Juno Wren Yamou Khael Vhijaric

The Wrath of the Maw slowly emerged from the inferno, flames still billowing around his armor and blackened flesh. With his undead sight he saw how his beam of draining fury had traveled. He watched as the Mandalorians avoided it, but he could feel the effects even the proximity of the beam from them had a draining effect. The ravenous spear used on Tython was by no means just a toy of the Wrath, but his extension of his own Hunger he sought to unleash on the rest of the galaxy.

His steps were heavy, and slow. The Hunger in his hands still continued to illuminate the darkness in crimson. While watching his fellow Ren moved to strike, his predatory focus moved on the female Mandalorian that while didn’t seem deterred he could still feel the fear coming from her. He was something far worse than the typical Jedi, or Sith. The flames howled as he continued to step closer, all the same it didn’t seem like Kyrel would likewise move from his current direction of going after her. She raised a sonic blaster towards him and still he kept coming towards her in his methodical steps that would only increase the tension, he even felt the pounding heart beats with each step.

When she had taken her shots towards him he didn’t make a move to defend himself. He said nothing as he felt the first blast struck him causing even more armor to shred itself away from his blackened flesh. As more armor was gradually stripped away one could see more charred necrotic flesh, and the black ooze that kept dripping off of him. The ooze combined with the flames created a sickly sweet smell to waft through the air. The second blast caused that same black flesh to vibrate, and if one looked closer could see red glows radiating from the living dead. The red glowing showing bled kyber crystal embedded into his very flesh mixed into muscle tissue and bone, as the hulking behemoth didn’t stop his slow, torturous advance towards her.

The final blast had completely shredded his death mask from his face. The Mandalorian could now see Kyrel’s true face. What she could see was a mangled, stitched up face that contorted into an ugly scowl. No words were uttered from his stitched lips, but his cloudy eyes showed his deadly intent towards her. Having absorbed the brunt of the sonic blasts, more pieces of necrotic flesh fell away, and in his pain followed rage as the Wrath opened up his mouth. Not a second followed before another screech followed this one more intense and guttural contorting into a death growl. What followed after the next auditory attack was a long tongue that shot out from his mouth. The tongue shot out like a frog going in for the kill. The tongue would attempt to wrap itself around Juno to pull her violently towards him, while the tongue was coated in the black ooze that was not only infectious, but had a corrosive effect that would attempt to melt through her beskar as it tightened around her. All the while the dead eyes of the Wrath continued to glare into her very being.

 

[Kragr Krayt]

PRELIATOR​

ALLIES: Yenna | Brothers & sisters from other mothers
ENEMIES: Dimitri Voltura | All them sons of bitches from BotM
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
Location: Rothana | Orbital Station

With some incredible reflection, Kragr let go of the Sith Lord's wrist and with the help of his jet pack jumped off his position with his energy shield raised for protection. Due to his incredible reflection, Kragr dodged the direct blast of the destructive blast released from Dimitri and did not get wrecked asunder by the powerful Force energy.

However, it didn't mean he was out of the blast radius, and felt a much minor, but still brutal knockback force, pounding directly into him. It was times like these, that Kragr could thank himself for having armour with such high resistance to Force attacks, or well, he can thank himself when he wasn't being flung violent through the hallway, crashing with such an impact into a wall somewhere in the hallway, that it almost knocked him out cold.

Everything hurt like hell in his body as he lay on the floor, covered in broken electronics, metal pieces and everything else the space station held within its hallway walls. Kragr coughed violently, feeling a spiking jolt of recognisable pain as he tried to get his breathing under control after having knocked it out. He felt the taste of blood in his mouth. "Shit".

Once again, Kragr proved how much of a tank he really was as he, with a bit of struggle, managed to get up. Lifting his helmet just enough and spit out some blood, before lowering the helmet down again.

Kragr cracked his neck and knuckles as he channelled the pain into raw fury and started walking weaponless to meet the gaping maw of the red Dragon personified. Unfazed by the Dance of Battle that happened between the Sith and the Jedi, he welcomed the face of Death.

His walking soon merged into a jolt which then exploded into a full-on sprint for him to then activate his jetpack, blasting towards Dimitri and Yenna's position. Right before getting to Dimitri and Yenna, Kragr deactivated the jetpack boost and fired his whipcord at the Sith Lord's body and glided past both, yanking the Sith Lord towards him to then use another jet pack boost, launching Kragr in to deliver a devastating punch to the face with a renewed burning roar of prowess.

 

[Sinestra]

Objective: Acquire the First Order's secrets for himself
Allies: Brotherhood of the Maw | New Sith Order | Death's Hand | Final Dawn | Ada Infernum
Enemies: Mandalorian Enclave | Valery Noble | Kranak Vizsla

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The Sith Knight threw no glances back, certain the chunks of rusty steel and duracrete had hardly ended the Jedi's life for good. He was buying time; with Ada adamant on fighting the barbarian, it was up to the halfling to get the job done. Going toe to toe with the Sword was an enticing sentiment tempting the bladesman, but he knew all too well that what secrets the abandoned First Order outpost held could be vital in tipping the scale of the war in favor of the Sith.

Stalactites, formed from years of neglect, hung from the frozen ceiling. What once was a passage wide enough for two files of troopers to march through had been crammed up by collapsed walls and mounds of snow reaching all the way up and out of the depot through cracks on the roof. Acherus slithered through a gap only for the Jedi's stubborn form to literally materialize in his way.

Instinctively, an insidious growl escaped his lips and Acherus shot forward to cut the Jedi in half. The crimson blade cracked back to life with the screams of the bleeding kyber rippling through the Force.

His will be done.
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[Valery Noble]

Outfit | Weapon | Appearance

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

A burst of anger.

It was the only warning Valery felt as Sinestra readied his crossguard weapon and moved with lightning speed to engage her again. This time there were no more taunts, no more comments — just a pure attempt of him to kill her. But unlike before, Valery didn't meet his strength and brutality with speed and agility. She had switched to only a single blade and raised it into a vertical guard to prevent him from bisecting her with her own strength. His attempt to bury her had drained some of her energy, and bruised and cut sections of her arm, but the Force allowed her to push through it all.

Crimson and violet plasma hissed against each other, and sparks danced around the two as their eyes locked in extreme proximity. During these moments in a fight, Valery always evaluated her opponent in an attempt to understand their deeper motivations. It allowed her to determine whether or not it was possible to redeem her enemy, rather than try to take them out. With Darth Acherus, the answer was simple.

He was rotten to the core, so only one course of action crossed her mind.

But it was no easy path, and as their blade lock continued, she could feel his physical, augmented strength pushing heavily against her own. So in an attempt to separate and play into her own strengths, she pushed both blades up and attempted to send a bone-crushing kick straight for his chest, hoping it would separate them enough.

Valery then raised her left hand and balled it into a fist as she crushed metal and stone above his head in an attempt to bring the ceiling down on top of him.

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[Juno Wren]

Rothana Surface
Khael Vhijaric | Kyrel Ren | Yamou

The sonic bolts struck true. A strange white noise filled the tunnel, a thrumming, barely there sound that itched in her bones, directed in a localized beam towards the implacable Kyrel Ren. The device was meant to replicate the effects of a ysalamiri, if somewhat amplified, causing apoptosis in the midichlorians themselves.

But midichlorians only existed in living creatures, as far as she knew, and as the last of his armor fell away, obliterated by her weapons and melted by the fire, she began to doubt that Kyrel Ren was a living thing. He looked like nothing so much as a corpse, his burning flesh dead and torn, revealing pulsing red crystals that had been woven into his very muscles and bones.

Flames, particles, sonic bolts…she might as well have been pelting him with pillows, for all that they slowed him down.

This wasn’t a man, she thought, it was an entity, a specter of destruction born of nightmare. The corpse before was only a shell- hardly more than a puppet. Would her ND-013 work at all?

Kyrel’s mask fell away at last. His face was mangled and stitched, something not even a mother could love, his eyes the cloudy orbs of a cadaver. They were staring straight through her, as if he could see, with those dead, empty eyes, everything that she was and would ever be. She felt small, at that moment. Insignificant. Like a mole standing against a mountain wrought of hunger.

But her faith in her training never waned, and with even the faith of a mustard seed, a mole could move mountains.

The Devourer opened his maw and the world screamed and snarled. She winced against the auditory assault; the noise cancelers integrated into her buy’ce could only do so much.

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The Devourer’s tongue, coated in corrosive ooze, shot from his mouth as if he was an Oggdo, wrapping around her before she could react. Her only saving grace was that her arms were free from entrapment. Her armor began to hiss and smoke as the black acid burned its way through her beskar.

Krif!

She didn't hesitate- at this point, she was all instincts and adrenaline. There was only fight or flight, and she had chosen fight.

She dropped her blaster and angled her wrist to aim at the tongue as it began to yank her towards Kyrel, pulling her beskad free of its sheath with her free hand. A jet of CryBan compound blasted from a nozzle her wrist in a spray of brutal, intense cold, hopefully flash-freezing the offending appendage. She hacked down at the same time, hoping the CryoBan would make the tongue brittle enough that she could slice clean through and shake herself free.

If she managed to free herself, she would launch a payload of whistling birds at him afterwards, fired from a slot in her boots, then raise the CryoBan spray to hose the encroaching unrelenting monster down.