King of the dust Hill (Mandalorians vs Sith)

[Adamus Straife]

When Tracyn fell to his knees to block the blade, Darth Avara roared in rage. He pushed down, using the strength of his arms to break through his defence. Before he could, Tracyn lifted up and planted his foot into the center of Avara's chest. The Sith Lord reeled back, feeling a dent impact upon his armour and his chest shudder in pain. He keeled over, only at arm's length with the fallen Jedi, and his hands shook with absolute fury. He allowed the darkness to swallow him whole, and coveted his power. The palpable feeling of the dark side was present around them both, a living, breathing testament to the vengeance he was about to unleash.

His hands shot forth, bellowing with the power of the dark side, aiming to impair Tracyn with a storm of Force lightning. The glistening arcs of electricity crackled and hissed, and the thunderous sound of the dark side of the Force might have deafened any normal man. It seemed like the skies had grown dark before his eyes, a mere illusion, the shade of the lightning had darkened their battleground. Avara used this change to lunge his saber like a spear in his hand, straight through the shoulder of Tracyn's dominant arm; aiming to sever and burn the nerve endings, the damage might have been enough to disable the arm.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Betna watched the loading door close and felt the slight shift as the shuttle took off and exited the ship. He waited a moment or two for his HUD to link up with the CnC ship's data network and opened the data packet once it showed up on his visor. He scanned through the short briefing and low whistled to himself. He then opened up both a small location display and a link to the encrypted Mandalorian comm network.

"Den Mother, this is Strill Four," Betna said calmly into the commlink, using the callsign assigned to his unit from the briefing. "Strill Four is loaded and ready for trouble. Just to confirm, our target is Sierra-Delta-Zero-One? Over."

The data packet he'd received had labeled the ships according to their class. Sierra-Delta meant SD, the acronym for Star Destroyer. The zero-one referred to the first Star Destroyer on the chart, meaning either the most dangerous or most important ship in the fleet. Betna silently hoped the packet was wrong, because if it wasn't, Sierra-Delta-Zero-One was both the most dangerous and important ship in the Sith fleet.

Sierra-Delta-Zero-One was the Apotheosis...

@Grozurra @Milo Osbron @[member="Captain Larraq"]

 

[Kila Cadau]

Kila, having scrambled to better cover, sighted again, but hesitated. @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] looked like he was in some amount of trouble, but something told her - the sixth soldiers sense, if you will - to hold her fire for just a moment.

She was proved right when Tracyn moved to strike at Masky with a kick to the chest, causing him to fall back onto his knees. Having been watching the fight through the aligned scope of her sniper rifle, she quickly squeezed off two shots in rapid succession, aimed directly between the Sith Lord's shoulder blades. If they were on target, (which they were), and not blocked or deflected, they should hit about a second after Masky shot Force Lightning at Tracyn. After the shots were away, Kila allowed herself to wince in sympathy. She had very nearly escaped Force Lightning herself a year ago, and she wouldn't wish it on anyone. Well, any Mando, anyway.

@[member="Darth Avara"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

When he had stepped away from the Mandalorian's attack, he had moved backwards and was turning around to see the Yuuzhan Vong trying to impale him. Clenching his fist, the retractable blades slid out of his empty-hands gauntlet and he spun around the Yuuzhan Vong's amphistaff, with the aid of the Force, though the amphistaff scratched at the armour in the small of his back.

While the amphistaff grazed his armour, he tried to bring his retractable blades around to plunge them into the Yuuzhan Vong's ribcage, while using his lightsaber to keep the amphistaff locked away from helping him.

@[member="Kalordo Lah"]

 

[Alan]

Darkness. Tracyn truthfully didn't want it, he wanted that peace, that comfortable and peaceful feeling. He missed it terribly, and the growing darkness within him had simply consumed him. It was a tragic irony, he had fought the dark side for so long and sacrificed so much in his fight. His wife died at the hands of the sith. His child was turned into a beast. He lost his friends, and his people.


So needless to say, there was anger, righteous fury that Tracyn possessed. The lightning tore through him, skewering flesh and arcing through his body. An explosion of the force dissipated it from him, and Tracyn pushed off the ground. Not a good idea on his part, as the lightsaber that was aiming for his shoulder, went along the side of his face. The blade scorched him, causing him to recoil in a pivoting motion in pain. Tracyn gave off yet another roar, before moving back toward Avara. He pulled his fist back, and sent it straight into the kisser of the sith before him, fighting desperately to ignore the pain he had just endured.


Tracyn eyes, for just a moment, turned to Kila in an apologetic, somber way. He had become a monster, a beast of all the stories of dark Jedi, but something worse in a way. He had the clear look that he was not happy in his current station in life, and didn't want to be the man he was. A man was also a loose term, he felt barely human let alone barely a person. It was hard to live when you were in a constant state of rage and hate. It wasn't even living, in Tracyn's opinion. But Tracyn died a long time ago, that much was obvious.


@[member="Darth Avara"] @[member="Kila Cadau"]

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

The retractable blade in the Sith's gauntlet found a joint low on the crab shell and bit deeply into the Vong's side. Black blood spurted out of the wound.
Kalordo's roar was a guttural primal thing that came from deep dark place and The aging warmaster grabbed for the Sith's throat with one hand and his lightsaber with the other.

"Die," he growled as he closed the space between them.

 

[Tormax Tryte]

The Sith Lord shook his head as if in reply and backed away from the advancing Vong. He threw his free hand out, and lightning erupted from his fingertips straight to the Vong's chest.

With his lightsaber he repeatedly batted away the hand that tried to choke him, while at the same time trying to cut off that same hand.

@[member="Kalordo Lah"]

 

[Milo Osbron]

Sitting between the other two soldiers Milo could only look straight ahead, harnessed into the jump seat he couldn't even look at the two to either side of him. Overhearing the communication from the shorter of the two soldiers flanking him, Milo used his HUD to double check the designated code. That couldn't be right could it? They were headed into what would certainly kill him.
Waiting to see what developed Milo was starting to rethink his stance on the shunning of weapons for anything other than self defense. Maybe he should have brought more than the standard issue blaster pistol and his lucky bola.
No to just keep his nerves from making him shake too noticeably. How did he get himself into this mess.

@[member="Grozurra"] @Arribi Betna

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

Kalordo writhed in pain as the lightning struck his chest and coursed through his huge body.
He dropped to a knee and leaned his head back to roar again.
The sith had backed away and drew out of range for attack. Kalordo strained and ripped off his helmet as lightning ran up and down his violet skin and lit his veins they were on fire.

He pushed up to his feet and began to step back toward the Sith as the lightning danced.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Kaliya Dupree"] @[member="Vinyata Nicashii"] @[member="Captain Larraq"] @[member="Basaba Willamina"] @Ember Rekali @[member="Sarianna Misarr"] @[member="Grozurra"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Darth Tyrana"] @[member="Darth Praelior"]

Ember's cloaked ship had slipped through the fighter screen and settled up against the Imperator frigate's bridge. Right now, they'd be hearing a clank and preparing for boarding.

Right now, his cloaking bubble was overlapping with a major comms antenna. As far as the rest of the fleet knew, the elite frigate had gone silent.

He spun the fighter to put the cockpit up flat against the frigate's hull. With his first genuine grin in ages, he placed his dual-phase lightsabre against his own windscreen and dragged it in a cone, air loss be damned.

Inside ten seconds, a truncated cone of armor plate slammed onto the deck of the bridge, followed by a middle-aged gentleman with frost on his beard. His lightsabre reduced to normal length in midflight, and his feet touched down off the top of the truncated cone. He stood there, balanced perfectly, deflecting blasterfire from the four guards on the bridge. Two fell courtesy of reflected fire; he had to move, though, as bridge officers began adding sidearm fire to the efforts of the last two guards. Lightsabre blurring around him with the momentum of a Djem So master, he began a grim and bloody work.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Darth Naefas"]

The Sith Lord made a mistake. A fatal mistake, an awful mistake in combat. He turned away and fully engaged his other opponent. Preliat would rectify his mistake, would remind him.

The Sith Lord had turned, and was focused with both hands and currently engaged with his Vong brother. Preliat pulled his Beskad back, and shoved it to the chest of the sith. The sith would have little to no chance to defend it, and Preliat was relishing the idea of slaughtering or embarrassing him.

"Mando'ad draar digu."

 

[Adamus Straife]

He watched as the lightning burned through him. The dark side of the Force churning through the fingertips of the Sith Lord and wreaking havoc upon @[member="Tracyn Ordo"], relentlessly. His seemingly advantageous position was soon turned against him when a burst of Force dissipated the lightning from his hands, and @[member="Kila Cadau"] shot him through the shoulder. Caught off guard, and reeling in pain as the blaster bolt tore through skin and sinew, Avara's mask was wracked with a fierce strike from Tracyn's fist. Darth Avara had never blessed his mask as much as he did now, but even with beskar protecting him, he shot back across the ground from the kinetic force alone. The surface of his Mandalorian mask was scratched from battle, and his robes were torn from friction and combat.

Looking up at the sky, Avara lay in the dirt. His mind was processing a thousand things at once; untold amounts of anger, rage, pain and hatred coalescing into one. It fermented and took root deep within, but in his daze he found himself questioning his purpose. A hundred memories sifted before his eyes at once: days, weeks, months, years of training, slaughtering innocents; men, women, even children had fallen at his blade. He rose to his feet slowly, arms swaying, but his lightsaber remained firmly within his grasp. He looked forward at Tracyn and saw the scar across his face. He saw the Mandalorian woman, and her mangled leg. In a moment, he was lost. What have I become?

He stood idle for a while, feeling no conscious control over his form at all. He let the dark side take root, take control. The snap hiss of Avara's lightsaber came to, and shot out disturbingly. Anyone in his vicinity could feel the black rage emanating from his core; this palpable, voracious and utterly impervious passion that gave him strength, power, and victory. He drew his hand back, summoning Tracyn to him with a Force pull; at the same time, he sped himself up using a Force speed. He shot forward, imitating an iaido strike through Tracyn's midsection as he came forth. Anyone with decent knowledge of the lightsaber could see Avara's intent to maim Tracyn severely; he didn't wish to kill, only immobilise. To untrained eyes, such as the sniper's, Avara would be traveling like a blur.

 

[Dhasias Vunumera]

“Incoming gunships!” A commando shouted. Vinyata turned her head upward, and could see the Mandalorian forces deploying tanks and gunships to counter her special forces. That’s odd Vinyata mockingly thought Who deploys tanks in space combat? The Canderous tank formations were using their repulsorrifts to manuver into position to engage Vinyata and her commandos.

“Take out those assault tanks now!” Commander Jeran shouted. Immediatley several heavy commandos bearing rocket launchers turned, locked on, and fired their rockets. Three armor piercing rockets struck one of the Canderous’s in rapid succession, each rocket punching through the armor further than the previous one had. The third rocket punched through the weakened armor alloy of the tank, exploding in the tanks interior. Air and electronics were sucked out of exposed holes on the disable assault tank. Mandalorian gunships were coming in for strafing runs, obviously the commander didn’t care about damaging the command ship further. Bending the force to her will, Vinyata reached out and grabbed an oncoming gunship, swinging it toward the assault tanks. The gravity well of the ship allowed the trajectory of the gunship to collide with several assault tanks, dispatching each in a violent collission that produced numerous shards of metal. Vinyata’s battle instincts had taken effect, she was reacting, she was not thinking.

“TAKE COVER!!” A commando shouted as a gunship came in for a strafing run and dispatched a volley of missiles. Reaching out through the force, Vinyata halted the missiles in their path. Concentrating all her strength, she fought the push of the missiles thrusters and redirected them at the gunship. Grunting, she succeded in redirecting the volley of missiles at the gunship. The volley of missiles raced after the gunship, which was coming in for another attack run. In rapid succession all the missiles made contact, producing bright violent explosions that quickly dissipated, tearing holes in the gunships side.

Another column of tanks was approaching behind the disabled column, firing their enormous assault cannons. Large plasma bolts fired at the commandos detonated, slagging the armor of the command ship, Vinyata cringed as a bolt took out a squad of commandos. Seeing an assault cannon train on her, Vinyata tucked and rolled away from the plasma bolt, which collided harmlessly with the armor of the command ship. Summoning the force, Vinyata created a protective shield around herself in time to absorb the impact of the Canderous’s anti-infantry gun laser bolts.

Around her commandos staved off the uncoordinated and unorthodox attacks with heavy cannons, rotary cannons, and rocket launchers as they quickly inserted themselves into the ship. Summoning a massive force push, Vinyata unleashed it and directed it at the approaching tank columns. The sheer force of the attack threw the tanks backward and dealt significant damage, allowing time for her heavy commandos to finish the tanks off.

“Incoming gunships!” A trooper reported, training his rotary cannon on the oncoming gunships. Several commandos started firing their assault cannons at the gunships, spewing a hailstorm of deadly red lasers. Summoning the force once more, Vinyata pulled the two gunships into each other in a deadly collision that disabled both gunships. Then she used the force and pulled on the gunships, crashing them into the armor of the command ship.

--(Fast forward through a few extra minutes of boarding)

Down they came, blasting and cutting their way through wiring, hydraulics, armor and other electrical systems, descending into the corridors of the command ship below. The Mandalorians had sealed off sections of their ship exposed to the vacuum during the boarding to minimize the damage done. Taking out her datapad, Vinyata took assessment of the tactical situation. Even though the Mandalorians had been late scrambling their fighters and their AA encampments were effectively knocked out, 20 gunships had still been lost, leaving Vinyata with a force of around 1500 commandos spread out over various sections of the top half of the command ship. Waiting for a large contingent of 400 commandos to group up in the vast corridors with her, Vinyata set a waypoint for her forces to congregate. Using the force, she could sense that the Mandalorians were grouping together towards the exits of the ship and toward key chokeholds and ambush points located throughout the command ship. Boarding a Mandalorian ship was a daunting task, one that only Vinyata and her Serpent Legion commandos were capable of undertaking, but she knew that any crew, Mandalorian or not, was not designed to effectively deal with a boarding party that had soldiers of her caliber. Sooner or later Vinyata and her commandos would have to locate the actual Mandalorian soldiers stationed aboard this ship.

Tucking her datapad away, Vinyata reactivated her saberstaff, its purple blades coming to life, and began to lead her troops down the corridor toward the blast shield that had sealed off their section of the ship from the vacuum of space.Summoning a force blast, she destroyed the blast shield, which was replaced with a magnetic shield similar to the ones found in a hangar bay.

“Split up into companies.” Vinyata said, “and regroup at the way point.” The contingent of 400 commandos following Vinyata split up into 4 companies, each going their own seperate way.

She lead her contingent of commandos down the vast straight corridors. It wasn’t long until Vinyata and her surrounding commandos were ambushed at an intersection of corridors.

Mandalorian’s clad in combat armor seemed to spring out of nowhere and began to fire upon the Sith and her troops. Vinyata stood at the front of her soldiers, her whirling saberstaff deflecting aside the numerous blaster bolts. WHIZZ! ZAP! CRACK! Vinyata deflected several more blaster bolts then hurled her lightsaber toward the Mandalorians. There was not enough time for the Mandalorians to dodge the purple blur coming toward them and it decimated their ranks.

“AGH!!!” The sickening cries of the Mandalorians radiated through the air as the lightsaber sliced them in half and hacked off limbs. Dismembered pieces of arms and armor fell to the floor.

Several commandos standing beside Vinyata with rotary cannons mowed down the remaining survivors.

Stepping over the bodies, Vinyata and her company of commandos started to wind their ways through the corridors once more. Looking at her tactical display, she saw the current force she commanded now numbered 1400 commandos. Letting the destruction fuel her, she continued on toward the waypoint, her company in tow.


@[member="Captain Larraq"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

When the Yuuzhan Vong went to his knees, Darth Naefus was marshalling his power within the Force and with a single stomp to the floor underneath him, the force repulse blew out all around him, to the Mandalorian behind him, and to the Yuuzhan Vong in front of him. He doubted the Force would harm the Yuuzhan Vong since well...He was a Vong. And so he went forwards to throw his other hand out to the Yuuzhan Vong's head.

The force flew out of his hand in a violent manner, the force blast covered the distance between them, no doubted if the Force blast hit the Vong's head, it's head would just...Be completely vaporized. And while that happened he turned around to look to the Mandalorian and turn his body to the side to present a smaller target. His danger sense was on overdrive, and his precognition was always ready to warn him.

@[member="Kalordo Lah"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Davin Starrunner]

Davin Starrunnner pulled the hyperspace controls back and reverted back into real space and the massive firefight that was currently underway. Davin pressed forward on an approach vector as Mandalorian fighters and bombers appeared behind him. He activated his comm link and sent a general hail to the Mandalorian ships locked into mortal combat with the Sith fleet above the devastated planet of Dromund Kaas. "Rapier leader to Alpha leader. I have two squadrons of fighters and one squadron of bombers. Where do you want us bring to the pain?" Davin used the generic term for the leader of the Mandalorian pack because even though he had bee told that @Captain Larraq was the fleet leader, it was possible that he had been killed already so it was better to ask the leader in general where to fight. Davin had been too late to join the first wave that originally decimated the nearby planet's surface, though he did manage to join up with their flagship just as they managed to scrape together the fighters and bombers that were now behind his YT-2000.
Davin so wanted to get into this fight. He had always been told that the Sith were a worthy challenge so now it was time to see just how tough they would be. Though he hoped to face them in ground combat, Davin was content to fight them in space. At the very least it would be a good way to measure the abilities of the enemy. Although he maintained a calm cool exterior, his heart raced with anticipation as he awaited orders.
@Captain Larraq

 

[Alan]

@[member="Darth Avara"]


It wasn't an explosion of pain like before, but it was painful in ways that Tracyn didn't want to imagine, but had to experience. He stood still for a moment, having been yanked to the red blade. He breathed deeply, as the blade went for the gap in his armor, and he blinked for a moment, looking as if he was fine, but then his face exploded outward, as he exerted a hefty breath, trying to focus away from the pain. Tracyn keeled over for a moment, holding unto the hole in his stomach. It burned through his nerves so quickly and so violently that it had made the sensation cold, rather than burning. It burned near the surface layer of the skin at the entry point, where the lightsaber didn't linger. The exit wound didn't hurt, it had already destroyed his nerves on the way out. Tracyn was nearly done, but not before he fell to his knees. He was wounded, but he was perhaps moreso dangerous that way. He hobbled to his feet, holding the wound. He took his hand away, for he knew that it did no good to hold a cauterized wound.

He breathed deeply, a sort of passive look in his eye. His aura fluctuated, from a demonic, evil presence, to a simple battle-minded preference, a sort of rampaging soldier. He stared at Avara, and dropped his hands to his sides. He felt empty, no hatred, no happiness, nothing. Hollow. Selfless in the sense that he had no idea who he was anymore, he had lost himself somewhere along the way in his seemingly infinite anger and blind rage. His gaze finally focused on Avara, staring at his skin through the scrape in his mask. He smiled for a moment, before collapsing to his knees.

"You and I both know, that whenever you're done with me, I'm going to kill you."

Tracyn fell forward, wounded beyond the capability to fight. To Kila, he would have seemed to have died, to have fallen at the hands of a vile Sith. His eyes were blank, as his head was turned towards her. In reality, he had entered a force trance, a trait that some force sensitives went into in times of great peril. He wasn't healing, his body and the force were just keeping him alive, until Avara took him away, or left him to die.

 

[Adamus Straife]

Darth Avara felt the blade solidify as it passed through skin, flesh, and bone. In a flash of a second, the crimson blade shot through @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] like a bolt and left a gaping wound in his stomach. By that time, Avara himself was several paces away, still under the effects of the Force speed. The Sith Lord had shown his blade mastery in that moment, delivering a fluid and deadly strike in one single, swift motion. He could have killed Ordo, but Darth Kyros wished for him alive. He still sensed the presence of the fallen Jedi, and he turned slowly to hear him speak.

Avara disignited the qixoni lightsaber. "You cannot kill what is already dead," he said as Tracyn fell to the floor unconscious. The Sith Lord used his wrist communicator to summon his Sith infiltrator, stationed in an area local to the battlefield for quick exfiltration. He always made sure his vessel was in range, prepared and ready for take off at a moment's notice. The ship came moments later in a clear and safe landing zone just out of the field of battle. Summoning the Force to his hand, he drew Tracyn's limp body - appearing dead to those not connected to the Force - to his hand, and set his sights on the Mandalorian sniper with the broken leg. @[member="Kila Cadau"] was nestled in cover, armed with her blaster, but Avara was unafraid of whatever firepower she could throw. In the end, with her mangled limb, she would be unable to resist him. He dropped Tracyn upon the ground beside him, planting his foot upon his back as a sign of dominance over his defeated foe. His blade ignited suddenly with a snap hiss, and between the cracks of his mask, venomous eyes stared toward the Mandalorian.

He felt the battle about him; dozens of Sith and Mandalorians fighting each other tooth and nail. It would be better to put this one out of her misery, save her the slow, drawn out death she would receive from less merciful Sith than he. His apprentice was still fighting, and Avara caught a glimpse of him assailing a Vong. But Avara had his mind on the sniper. She looked young, like him, far too young to die in war. And there was a fragility about her that he could not deny. Before she had a chance to shoot him, Avara used the Force to crush her weapon's barrel backwards, attempting to render the weapon utterly useless. He would have no resistance from her this time.

 

[Kila Cadau]

And that, my friend, is how to make a Mandalorian extremely angry.

To say the least.

First, the Sith had - to Kila's eyes - killed Tracyn. That was enough to infuriate her, but when he destroyed her sniper rifle, she was murderous. She loved that rifle, and now she'd either have the long job of fixing the darn thing ahead of her, or the unfortunate task of finding another one. Neither of which appealed to her in the slightest. Hauling herself to her feet, she tossed her ruined rifle to one side and unsheathed her besk'ad. Outwardly, she betrayed no sign of the pain - aside from the slightly awkward stance that kept as much weight off her broken leg as possible - but behind her helmet her face was pale, and her lips were compressed in a thin grimace. The pain from her broken leg wasn't - technically - the worst physical pain she'd ever felt, but it came darn close, and she was going to be hard-pressed to survive this one. Despite that though, she was typically defiant. "Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough." She grunted, besk'ad in a ready stance.

@[member="Darth Avara"]

 

[Adamus Straife]

He watched her rise to her feet, defiantly, using the very breath in her body to defy Darth Avara's dominance. Truly, she was remarkable for her condition; but in the end, it was futile to fight back, even when armed with a Mandalorian sword. She hid the pain well, but Avara could feel it rippling through the marrow of her bones, gnawing at her. What is a Mandalorian without their stubbornness? Without their gall, and their bravery? They were staunch warriors, feared and respected across the galaxy, even the Sith Empire admired their devotion to war and combat as a lifestyle.

But it was not enough. He saw anger in her eyes, and essayed to use it against her. "Tell the Mandalorians that Tracyn Ordo is dead," he said coldly, before sweeping his lightsaber up to meet her sword hand in a cho sun; the amputation of her weapon arm. It was a feint, infact, and Darth Avara never actually intended to sever the hand. Instead he struck out with the Force, utilising a minor Force strike upon her temple in order to knock her completely unconscious.

@[member="Kila Cadau"]

 

[Ordo]

Ordo heard the chatter and the Mandalorian fighters had taken the fight to the Sith and despite being out numbered were slowing turning the tide.

His vode on the ground however were facing a tough fight against over powered Sith and had no back up. He hit the secure comm.

"Striil squadron break," he said loudly, "we just became air support."

Ordo and his squadron broke from the dogfights and angled toward the planet below.

"Striils full burn we have NO time." He commanded as he changed frequencies to reach ground forces.

"Ground forces, this is Striil leader," he said to avoid Sith knowing his name, "hang tight, Buirs coming."

He was getting to be more cliche all the time. He'd have to work on that.

@[member="Darth Avara"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Kila Cadau"] @[member="Darth Naefas"] @[member="Milo Osbron"] @[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Vinyata Nicashii"] @[member="Davin Starrunner"]

(You're but is mine NPC #23474.)