Operation Hammerfall | Invasion of Mandalore and Concord Dawn [TSE/UCM]

[Scherezade deWinter]

Objective: Sundari
Location: Landing in the inner city
Allies: TSE & Allies | [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"] [member="Alkor Centaris"]
Enemies: UCM | [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Nicair Claden"]
Wearing: Armor | Pathfinder Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | Sofitor
Wielding: 8 Nozhi Blades | 2 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Combat Gauntlets | Knight Obsidian Sword | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader K-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets | Pouch of Vita Stones
Post: Eight

Though she had not lost her footing, it had taken several unsure steps before Scherezade finally stabled and settled, all while performing her Force Spark at the Mandalorian. She had not noticed him taking the cloak off, but when she realized that it had, she cursed inwardly. It was easier to take down those who were cloaks. No cloak was pretty much a cardinal rule of most battle gear. But she was focused now, she was in the now, the sparks ever flying from her hands, wondering what protection that armor he was wearing included that it did not care that it was electricity flying straight at a type of iron.

She could feel [member="Alkor Centaris"] ' approach. She knew, or rather hoped, that [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"] was still inside that building, his presence only covered by his spell and not because something bad had happened.

Only once did she pause – to hear him utter that word. Scherezade went through all the flash memories inside her mind, everything given to her by her grandmother, who had started the blood feud between the deWinters and the Mandalorians almost a thousand years ago. But there was nothing there, not a hint of that word anywhere. She did not know what it meant.

But then came the screech, and she knew other things would be joining soon.

Her lightsabers were called back to her hands, but she clipped them to their place her belt, gripping Copero's Wail with her left and more dominant hand.

But that was not the big reveal. As the smile spread on her face, so did the other blades she carried come from her body; many that had been in plain and open sight, but those that had been somehow concealed beneath that skin tight armor too, sixteen blades all together, of varying sized and uses, including the two lightsabers, now ignited.

All the pointy ends were aimed at the Mandalorian in front of her.

Scherezade was a veteran sword fighter. To call her a dual wielder would be an understatement – for the entirety of her existence as an adult, she had trained to control the blades with telekinesis too, reaching the point where she could use them all individually while still maintaining a spar or full out fight.

In the distance, gobble gobbles were heard.

Scherezade smiled, and grabbed her Dissuader K-30 Pistol which was full of lovely Glitter Bullets. Whatever few seconds she had before the beast atop of them decided to land, she was going to make full use of them.

"Happy birthday, motherkrakker," she grinned as she shot three times at the Mandalorian before charging forward with her sword, ready to strike it into the area she knew had a weakness in most armors, between shoulder and torso.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Sundari Palace
Objective: Kill [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Valdus Bral"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Reyn Australis"]
Enemies: Sith [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Darth Prazutis"]

Once more the flow of battle could continue unimpeded by the young. As a child Yasha was far less flamboyant than her son, for a life of silence was a life survived. Noise was the destroyer.

No whimpering, no tears, no speaking.

A childhood of silence, paid forward to the new generation, who took his mother’s unused words, and made his own way with them all. Reyn had a surplus and wealth of words. With the clarity of her son in line with their goals, she trusted him to reach behind and strike for Carnifex’s feet.

Carnifex grabbed her spear, the Longinus’ dovin basal triggered to increase gravity, make any movement hard to bear within a metre of its’ spearhead. Even for a man with the strength of genetic engineering on his side, gravity won. The repulsor-laden spear was most difficult to cling to, even for those with superior strength.

With gritted teeth, Yasha swung for the meat of Carnifex’s torso… and the sky above them exploded with shards of transparisteel and slag. Cascading bodies smacked into the throne room, twisting Yasha’s torso as the beskar blade met beskar’kandar thick plate.

“Aaaughhh!” The teeth of Carnifex’s blade dug into silicar armourweave between two plates, crimson stain his reward… but the wound would have been worse if not for the interruption of the nuisance [member="Vaulkhar"] and sack-like fall of [member="Kaine Australis"]. Rolling away on the ground, Yasha leapt to her feet.

To her left, the Dark Lord loomed in killing fashion, growing in strength seemingly with each strike. Her firstborn son snaked in, following his mother’s order. To her right, the comatose and still body of Kaine Australis, her spouse. No lifesign chimed on her HUD, nothing to indicate his condition but the pool of crimson staining the marble beneath his arm.

“No… Kaine get up…” Yasha’s voice was a mumble. Stolen of its’ agency by the horrific stillness she’d seen before… [member="Kaden Farr"] on a hospital bed…

The ringing in her ears betrayed the cacophony of the battlefield.

“Kaine… Kain’ik… get up…”

When Vaulkhar walked toward Kaine, the Infernal let out a wolfish howl. The inhuman sound penetrated the walls, shaking transparisteel as she dove for her husband’s body.

“LEAVE HIM ALONE!!!” The war hammer left her arm before her voice finished reverberating out of horrified vocal chords. Sparking with electricity, the war hammer with enough force to break speeders veered into the space where Vaulkhar’s back remained.

A snapping growl tore across the room, as a grey furred Gurlanin in full lupine glory lunged toward Darth Carnifex’s back leg, from behind. Tuulu refused to leave Reyn to the clutches of this lethal Lord.

Diving for Kaine’s body, Yasha rolled herself and her husband away, calling her spear into her hand.

“Kaine! Kaine, you shabla son of a bantha headed zerg, wake up!” A crushgaunt clad fist clattered for the clasps on his buy’ce, hoping to release him from it… to see.. she had to see. “General Australis, you are not allowed to die until I give you that order, now get the feth up, so we can… so we…” wrestling off the helm, Yasha reached into her pouch and pulled out a Kolcta tab, pressing the advanced healing agent to her husband’s neck. “We need to get Reyn home.”

After smacking into whatever remained in the trajectory of its’ target, the war hammer would return to Yasha’s outstretched hand.

 

[BobertEZ]

LOCATION: NEW KELDABE, MANDALORE
OBJECTIVE: DESTROY NEW KELDABE
ALLIES: [member="Tehkyram"] [member="Darth Vitium"]
ENEMIES: [member="Arla Ordo"] [member="Mishka Larraq"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]


It was unfortunate to the Darth that none of their kin answered the call, but Raptious could not be angered by this. The Karkaradon was busy with a Basilisk of all things, from what Raptious could sense, and Vitium was carving a path of destruction throughout.

While various champions ran amok against the Sith in this city, it seemed difficult to believe they could hold back the tide in its entirety should the assault prove successful. Sundari, from radio chatter blasting through the Sith Lord's helmet, indicated that the Sith forces had made their way into the palace proper. It would fall and the glorious Emperor and his forces would reduce New Keldabe to molten metal.

And perhaps they could hold back Emperor Carnifex if he was by his lonesome. But he was far from alone.

Malaks from orbit continued to rain down hellfire upon the city of New Keldabe and hundreds of thousands of Legionaries still marched upon the city, slaughtering all in their way. And Darth Raptious, purple, gold, gilded and brightened with blood and smoke ran through the city, escaping the larhe group that had caused them momentary worry.

As they moved, they sliced and gashed and carved and destroyed. Women lost their hearts, men their heads, girls and boys their future. Raptious held no qualms against slaying every single Mandalorian they came upon, even those that proved no challenge or threat. Their inner demon of conquest had taken over without their knowledge.

And New Keldabe, what was once a gleaming, shining star of Mandalorian progress, now looked little more than a Balmorran battlefield.

With rapidity, Raptious eventually landed within what appeared to have previously been a public park. Silence, beyond the sounds of battle encircling the Sith Lord, permeated the carnage and the Sith Lord fell to a knee, their lightsaber digging into the soft ash and dirt. Waiting. A duel perhaps? This was indeed the perfect place for it.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Sundari, outer city​

Allies: The Sith Empire - [member="Funami Teriyaki"]​

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It wasn't her? The child professed innocence. The evidence clearly went otherwise.

But Sam merely smiled at the little girl who shuffled awkwardly to avoid eye contact. "Oh it was not you? I must have been mistaken." Although she sounded pleasant and looked friendly, Samka's crimson eyes would burn through the girl, making her well aware that the Ren knew the lie and was merely pretending to be fooled by the flimsy excuse.

The Sith troops seemed have cleared this area for the time being, at the least pushing the Mandalorians back for a moment, giving them a moment's respite. Sam took Funami by the wrist, firmly but not unkindly, and led her back to where she'd been before she'd noticed the child's absence. As they walked, Samka took a few glances back at the child. She looked totally unharmed but judging from the burst of rage she'd felt earlier, there had been some provocation between her and the victims. What could have happened?

"Thank you for the help," she drily called out to Typhos, her large reptilian companion had disappeared in the earlier fray but had been awaiting her return. It gave a screech of acknowledgement and Sam noticed fresh blood on the beast's claws, teeth and tail. At least it had been busy. Hopefully that was Mandalorian blood too and not that of their allies. There didn't seem to be any Sith troops around them anymore come to think of it...

"So Funami," Sam didn't release her grasp on the girl's wrist just yet. Instead she crouched next to the child so that they were at eye level. "You appear on the Emperor's Super Star Destroyer on the eve of an assault on Mandalore, capital of the mighty clans. You join the ground assault and not only prove capable of navigating the battlefield without a scratch but using the Force to fell a number of trained Mandalorian soldiers." The Ren smirked and rose both her brows at the pink haired youth. "Who or what are you really now?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuZFLL-nVag​

Everything moved so fast.

The Emperor's knuckle-blade bit deep into Yasha's flesh, scarlet liquid coating the serrated blade as it was violently yanked free from her midsection; chunks of meat clinging to the barbed edges. The child moved in at that moment, striking at the Emperor's leg with his blades even as Yasha reacted to her wounding by slamming her weapon into her midsection. Left without any recourse, the Emperor was forced to retreat by flinging himself back and rolling away to safety, black blood oozing out from the multitude of wounds inflicted upon him by the Mandalorians.

Rumbling thunder reverberated through the throne room, its roof collapsing in with blossoming flames and shrapnel shards. Two bodies slammed into the partially melted floor of the throne room, one being Vaulkhar and the other being former Warmaster Australis.

Before the Emperor could re-engage his foes, he was struck from behind by someone that he had completely dismissed as being a threat. The hulking Gurlanin smashed into the Emperor's legs, both of them falling to the ground in a heap of armor and muscled fur; Carnifex's weapon skidding from his grasp as he hit the ground. Claws lashed at the Emperor's armor, carving faint marks in the Impervium plating and easily shredding through any armorweave the nails managed to catch. However, the Emperor was physically stronger and far larger than his Mandalorian opponent and had been trained in the art of Hellyni wrestling from a young age.

A punishing blow slammed into Tuulu's midsection, crumpling the Gurlanin and allowing the Emperor to pin him down against the ground; one knee positioned against his stomach to keep him there. Knuckle-blade still engaged, the Emperor seemed poised to ram it right into Tuulu's neck.

But he paused, there was an unforeseen hesitation in the Emperor's actions.

He glanced towards Yasha, distracted by the injured Australis as he recovered from his fall. Vaulkhar, his son, in immediate danger from the wrath of the Infernal and the rising Australis. His eyes glanced back down to Tuulu, who struggled to catch his breath against the crushing pressure mounted upon him. Through clenched fangs he managed to speak, "Y-you will nev.. never have her, aruetii besom." The Emperor cocked his head to one side, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Perhaps not, but neither will you."

The blade descended, slicing through the soft flesh of Tuulu's neck before bursting out the other side and imbedding into the floor beneath. Tuulu gasped in surprise and pain, struggled for a moment, and then fell silent as blood began to gush out of his wound onto the floor.

Carnifex tore the blade free, rising above the body of Tuulu and looked up past the burning wound in the palace's ceiling. Beyond he could see the ever-raging battle around the Palace, great gaps blown open in the Sundari dome large enough to allow gunboats and other similar craft to enter under heavy anti-aircraft fire and harassment by Mandalorian starfighters. From his point of the view the tide seemed to be turning, the Sith advancing on every front and pushing the Mandalorians deeper into the city from all directions. Heavy shelling of the city was an ever constant, artillery round falling like rain to smash into the multitude of skyscrapers rising from the ground and descending from what remained of the upper dome.

A Sith corvette, one that had managed to slip through the planetary shield and the Sundari dome, was accosted on all sides by repeated ground fire. Limping along, it chose the path of martyrous vindication by angling down and smashing into the Palace's eastern approach in a tumultuous explosion of fire and metal that rose high above the Palace walls like a mushroom cloud. Troop transports and other dropships could been seen pushing into the region, disgorging fire teams and rapidly deploying walkers and repulsorlift tanks to widen the gap wherever possible.

Truly, it was a scene of chaos. Fire and brimstone, death everywhere.

The Emperor never felt more truly at home than in the midst of such carnage, and with a contemptuous growl for the lives he and his Empire had just taken, he picked up his glaive once more and turned to face his assailants as they arrayed themselves before him, united in their mutual desperation for survival.

"Shall we continue?"

[member="Yasha Cadera"] | [member="Reyn Australis"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Kaine Australis"]​

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

Location: Sundari, Outer City
Allies: Sith Empire, [member="Samka Derith"]
Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore
Objective: Bond with Samka some more
Equipment: Vibroscalpel

A small frown curled her pink eyebrows, clearly displaying discomfort as Sam kept her under scrutiny. A gulp went down the girl's throat. The horrible red eyes continued probing, peering straight through Funami’s adorable mask. Was the woman poking in her head as well? The girl quickly flooded her thoughts with cakes, rainbows, cute animals. A cheap strategy incapable of fooling anyone, meant solely to protect her conscious thoughts from spilling out. Alas, lacking any sort of telepathic education, it was all assumption and guesswork. The Sithling did not know how to defend her head and the very idea of a skilled telepath reading her mind like a book outright terrorized her. After deliberately crafting this image of a young, harmless girl to make others underestimate her, enemies and allies alike, Funami could not bear the thought of losing her greatest weapon; deceit.

Eyes wide with uncertainty, she released a gasp as Sam’s fingers curled around a tiny wrist and the woman led her forth, clearly not trusting the child’s words of staying right behind. “H-hey,” she squealed and unwillingly padded after Sam. “L-let go! I can follow you on my own!”

But the brunette Sith had made her choice and there was no escaping it, demonstrated by the bodies who served as silent witnesses to Sam’s power. Coming to a stop, Funami concealed a grimace as Sam dropped into a crouch and cast an eye on her again. Acting purely on instinct, Funami looked away, like a child caught in a lie. Her stick-like arm tried to yank out of Sam’s grip with little success, sentencing the pink-haired imp to a nasty interrogation. One concussive wave would have set her free, one flick of her finger to summon the immeasurable power of the Force and use it against Sam. The thought had most certainly crossed Funami's young mind.

“Hey, I know this uniform looks weird, but some of us still have to go to school,” the girl replied with the corners of her lips curling into a smile. That oily, drippy, disingenuous smile of a child. Her gaze lifted to fiercely oppose Sam’s.

Her mind once again wondered what the woman actually knew.

“We all have to start somewhere and nurture our talents,” she said with caution dribbling from her every word and shrugged, “I control the Force and enjoy the occult, so I thought becoming Sith would make a nice hobby. Something to do in my free time!”

 

[Kaalia Pavanos]

Location: Mandalore - Sundari
Objective: Burn. It. Down.
Gear: Twin lightsabers, Valkyrie Founder's Armor
Allies: TSE - [member="Charlyra Araano"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Alkor Centaris"] | [member="Vaulkhar"] | [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
Enemies: UCM - [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Valdus Bral"] | [member="Yasha Cadera"] | [member="Reyn Australis"]

With the drones that ones contained live Ysalamiri in tow, Darth Avacyn watched carefully as Charlyra began taking aim at the Bral fort that now hovered above them. Her right hand was held up in the air as she kept a firm grasp on the durasteel shells with the Force. Her apprentice gave the signal and in response, Avacyn shot out the drones into the utterly devasting wave of Force Destruction that was sent towards Charlyra's target. As a result, the drones barraged the Bral fort while the wave of Force Destruction too crashed into it. Whether that would spell the end of the transport would not affect the Valkyrie duo's next move, however, as Avacyn received a message through her comms. The sender, a Sith commander.

"Lady Avacyn, Emperor Carnifex has entered the palace, though it's surrounded by Bral forts."

"Copy. I will handle those located on the western side." Avacyn turned towards her apprentice. "We're heading towards the palace. Let's go."

The woman looked upwards to locate the palace, then suddenly a flow of wind the Force of a hurricane shot her upwards towards her target. She had begun her approach.

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The palace took up more of the skyline above Avacyn as she came closer to its walls in rapid fashion. Though she came down to the ground from a great height, the wind she manipulated around her allowed for a quick landing. A quick look around revealed two Bral forts nearby, one on her left, the other on her right. Without delay she ran towards the one on her right and when she entered its range, the Force around her dissipated. She slowed down to a speed a human being was supposed to be able to run at, though she remained unfazed. Her reflexes had slowed down too, however, making it much more difficult to deflect the incoming blaster fire with her saberstaff. Her armor had to mitigate a small amount of blaster bolts, which did not go unfelt, though as a Sith Avacyn readily embraced the pain it caused.

Only when she was within an arm's length away from it did Avacyn come to a halt, and once again she activated her armor's Ysalamiri Neural Disabler. Moments later, the Force was no longer suppressed. Quickly the woman turned on her heel and made her way over to the other Bral fort she had spotted in much the same way, disabling its suppression bubble. Part of the palace was now no longer under the Bral forts' protection, though other forces were on the way looking to take out more of them.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location; Sundari
Allies: TSE peeps
Enemies: UCM
Engaging: [member="Aedan Miles"]
Equipment: In sig

" The Sith? Where the onyl sith I see is me. Who else could cause such destruction." The red giant cracked exposing his chest and outstretching his arms to their full length. Practically asserting himself as Champion. Undefeated and unchallenged. With a thought his helmet retracted back revealing a all familiar face with glowing red eyes. He had to see this man for himself. " Aedan Miles. It has been a very long time. Is not my very presence an affront to you?" He asked in query concerning His own resurrection. It must of been strange for an old friend to see his long dead clan member before their eyes alive and well. Better than well actually. Unfixing his aim on the mans figure once more he grin'ed wide with pearly white fangs. Sounds of destruction erupted in the distance not too far away. It was the Palace.

" You of all people know my nature and I know yours... Hurry the kark up and attack me." He remained smiling and then glanced over in the direction of the Palace. Realesing this grip on his Magma cannon the Gen'dai positioned himself sturdy in a position of defense. An odd sight. In a flash his free hand stretched out gripping what was left of a land speeder and hurled it down toward the beskar clad warrior. The darkside flowing through im like a constricted blood vessel. It built more and more in pressure.

He was holding back. Saving the power for something. Unnatural.

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: Royal Palace - Throne Room
Allies: The Sith Empire; [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] | [member="Sith Muse"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore
Objective: Escape!
Post: 14

As the thunderous roar echoed behind him, Vaulkhar turned to face the hulking woman. The moment the hammer left her grasp, Vaulkhar plastered the most are you serious face he could manage before slamming himself down into the ground to avoid the hammer. The grunt of pain as his battered form made contact with the floor below was masked via the tumultuous booming of her hammer crashing into the wall behind him. A series of fissures erupted and spread like webbing for half a dozen meters on impact. Dust and rubble rained down on the downed Sith Lord as the hammer tore itself free of the wall an flew back towards its master's outstretched grasp.

What the kark are these people?

Once more, Vaulkhar struggled to his feet. Pain assailed him, but the dread of literally burning to death pushed him away from the battle. Seeing the Mandalorian was in good hands, he opted to back away from the coming conflict. Soon enough he was out of the hot zone, literally. With the burning flames on one side of the room, Vaulkhar moved towards the exit.

Another loud explosion echoed through the Palace Grounds as a Sith controlled corvette accosted the region at the cost of its drivers life. As many turned at the sudden explosion and ensuing chaos, Vaulkhar began to slip away. With another look over his shoulder he managed to confirm the Mandalorian General had survived the crash, only to run headlong into conflict with the Dark Lord. While Vaulkhar personally would've chosen survival, he couldn't blame the man for seeking to defend both home and his family. Hurrying from the Palace, the injured Sith Lord pushed his way through the sudden warzone as Imperial soldiers and weaponry began their assault on the eastern quadrant of the region.

Vaulkhar unhooked one of the three grenades at his belt before tossing it to his left. The small explosion sent a few warriors, both Mandalorian and Sith alike, to the floor. He hurried past them into the throng of warring bodies. His lightsaber burned to life, a vermilion beacon in the sea of armor. Wasting no time, Vaulkhar cut left and right, leaving a swathe of dead in is wake as he carved through the battle.

Finding the nearest Blackblade officer, Vaulkhar motioned towards the palace.

"The Emperor stands alone among the enemy. Storm the palace by any means necessary. Sundari falls this day, it's Mand'alor with it."

Allowing himself a moment to rest, Vaulkhar surveyed the battlefield before issuing commands to the gathered Blackblade Legion.

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Location: Royal Palace - Eastern Grounds
Allies: The Sith Empire
Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore
Opposing Forces: [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Adenn Kyramud"]
Objective: Storm the Palace Grounds.

The Blackblade Guard have long followed the Emperor into battle. Upon the Behemoth alone they number in the tens of thousands, though more reside elsewhere in the galaxy. Very few reserve the right to issue orders to these battle hardened warriors, hand selected by the Emperor himself. These warriors are trained to face any foe in any and all environments. Of the few fortunate enough to command these soldiers, Vaulkhar Zambrano, of the Zambrano bloodline stands among them. So it was only fitting when the imperial pilot who so bravely sacrificed himself to create an opening for the Sith army, did the Blackblade Guard flood into the palace grounds via various modes of transport.

Dropships and walkers alike deposited the emperor's elite to the battle before departing to ferry more towards the palace. While many transports fell at the hands of the palace's defenders, others broke through to return to the core of the battle.

Soldiers garbed in black and gray descended upon the Palace Guard, meeting them blow for blow.

"The Emperor has engaged the enemy within the Throne Room. We must engage the enemy and take the palace," Vaulkhar's words surged through every Officer's comm link, only to be distributed to the soldiers beneath them. Hundreds of Blackblade Guardsmen begun the process of flooding the eastern grounds, crashing into Mandalorian defenders with a single goal in mind.

Storm the Throne Room, take Sundari for the good of the Empire.

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Forward Unit - Blackblade Custodia Division

Spoiler

Storm the Palace - Eastern Front
Commander: Vaulkhar Zambrano

Actions Taken: After an opening was created for the Sith, the Blackblade Guard have begun the battle for the palace. Under Vaulkhar's orders, they are trying to cut their way to the throne room itself. More troops are to join the fight as they are ferried to the palace, under fire from Mandalorian defenses. The Custodia Division is broken up into smaller units in order to arrive at the opening created.

Custodia Division: ~ 25,000 remaining.
Unit 1: ~ 5,000 - Contesting the Palace Grounds
Unit 2: ~ 5,000 - In Transport
Unit 3: ~ 5,000 - Awaiting Transport
Unit 4: ~ 5,000 - Awaiting Transport
Unit 5: ~ 5,000 - Awaiting Transport

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Sundari
Allies: UCM
Enemies: TSE
Engaging [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
Equipment: Scythe, Ring, and Armor

Aedan watches as Kezeroth revealed himself chuckling Aedan shock his head lightly as he moved his stance changing as he brought the scythe around the blade poised over his head as he prepared to move the ring on his finger seeming to pulse as the very air around Aedan seemed to become heavy with fear. Smirking under his helmet Aedan focused on his body fueling it with the force before he seemed to leap forward amplifying his movements and speed through the Force. He closed with Kezeroth before he swung the scythe whipping it towards Kezeroth's torso as he reached out mentally with the force grabbing hold of a large piece of debris behind Kezeroth and yanking it forward at the same time. He twisted something on the scythe triggering the release of a capsule of Hurlothrombic gas into the head of the scythe where on impact it would burst scattering the gas into the air. He spoke finally as he looked forward knowing that today would bring about new things for the galaxy. "I don't see why I should be affronted by you being here. It is good you are alive my friend. Even if it is only at the end that we meet again. Did you know I got married and have 2 children now?" Aedan spoke in an almost conversational tone of voice as they fought his eyes tracking everything around them.

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Sundari, Outer City​

Allies: The Sith Empire | [member="Funami Teriyaki"]​

It was evident that Funami wasn't going to give up her secrets so easily. Good. Samka found herself smiling genuinely. It was much more interesting, and respectable that way. She could always peer into the child's mind if she became concerned, Funami's mental defences earlier felt terribly weak when she had barely tested them, but the girl deserved better. To have worked so hard on creating this image when so young only to have a mindreader steal it with a click of her fingers, why that wouldn't be fair for poor Funami. If there was one thing Samka understood and respected, it was playing the game of faux innocence.

So she didn't press any further at all.

She instead released the child's wrist. Tutted and began to brush off dirt from Funami's school blazer. "And just what would your teachers say if they saw you like this? Rolling around in the dirt and blood as you have. I hope you have spares, Funami, or I'll have to take you shopping before I head home. That would be irritating as I have no idea even what planet you attend on."

By now she was attending to the girl's general appearance. Dusting off her clothes, straightening her tie and readjusting her hair. "There," Samka stood up once she was finished. "As good as I can make it right now."

 

[Amaya Cardei]

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Embattled the Mandalorians look to hold the line within the domed city of Sundari. [member="Valdus Bral"] looking to pinch General [member="Kor Vexen"]’s forces from all sides in the inner city! While [SIZE=11pt]Bral[/SIZE] may have Vexen pinned - the Mandalorian find that his own men and women are trapped as well. Imperial Legionnaires pushing in from the outside have bled their way through the cracks of the Mandalorian defenses with more reinforcements on the way. Meanwhile the Undying unleashes his own brand of justice upon the Confederates [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Bedrovelse Hevn"], and [member="Alkor Centaris"].

Far beyond the reaches of the dome, at the Or’dinii Mining Complex forces led by [member="Taeli Raaf"] and [member="Skorvek"] clash. Their battle fierce and tactical, as high above them in Mandalore’s low orbit [member="Olivia Dem'adas"][SIZE=11pt]’s[/SIZE] fleet were met by the Sith Armada who knew that only death and damnation awaited them. The fight in low orbit would no doubt render consequences for the forces below them, as the Armada’s fallen would descend unto the planet. Their vessels at the mercy of the Manda itself, as Mandalore’s gravity, willed them to their deaths one by one - as their engines and shields failed.

In New Keldabe, [member="Darth Vitium"]’s reign of terror going seemingly unchecked and [member="Lorale Farmar"] awaits his foe.

Over at Concord Dawn, Colonel [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] continues to battle [member="Mig Gred"]’s forces. [SIZE=11pt]Gred[/SIZE] is not alone in the fight on the ground, [member="Darlyn Excron"] would be there to help. As @Hakazi Shizukana on the side of the Sith Empire works to bring his own brand of death to Clan Gred. Still, there are those on the surface working to aid the non-combatants such as [member="Taozi Fuyuan"] and [member="Marina DeVoe"].

As for the fleets - Commodore Tiam’s stand was enough to let Solieau gain positioning on Gred’s naval forces. A pair of battleships from Dem’adas along with a stealth battleship that lurks in the system itself. At the Third Moon of Concord Dawn, having commandeered a gunship. Lieutenant Zeak of the Imperial Starfighter Corps and four of his comrades, work to tag various asteroids within the Belt.

Back on Mandalore, an emotional battle rages between Clan Australis and the Sith Emperor himself [member="Darth Carnifex"]. The palace continues to play host to the fight, as the Infernal herself fights the man who had once given her the galaxy on a silver platter. Now he stood to tear it all away, all the while a Sith corvette having slipped past the planetary shield made [SIZE=11pt]the aim[/SIZE] for Sundari. Fired upon by Mandalorian ground troops, the corvette limped until it could make its final destination; the Palace.

Now, as Sith Imperial ground forces spill around the palace grounds, Sundari has become a wound, open and ripe for infection. The Sith Empire - would be that infection with their forces flooding into the city.

The Siege of Mandalore continues...

The Defender’s reactionary repulsor field came into play pushing whatever the Doge had returned away from it entirely. Rear Admiral Solieau held onto the railing as the Dowager-class vessel shook. “Status.” She [SIZE=11pt]requested[/SIZE] and listened as numbers were fielded to her. The shields and hull were holding, minimal damage. “Load the mortars, gravity bombs.” Her voice seemed lower on the words gravity and bomb. It was a lowly tactic in her opinion but one that would be necessary.

Scans revealed the making of the ship they now faced. Extreme armament and defenses? Near impenetrable, even. It was a wonder that Almeyda held out for as long as she did. “Mandalorians...” a loathing tone over her voice, “blasted Mandalorians....” The Corellian raised Coruscanti muttered beneath her breath. [SIZE=11pt]Solieau[/SIZE] pushed her hair back with one hand while the other still held onto the railing.

Standing upright, she listened for Lieutenant Santos. “Ma’am, it appears the Mandalorians have a stealth ship out there - a big one.” [SIZE=11pt]Solieau[/SIZE] resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

“Thank you, Lieutenant - but do define big for me, will you?”

She crossed to Santos’ station once more where she could not only hover but see what he was talking about. The disambiguation had been cleared, “keep an eye out, Santos.” [SIZE=11pt]Solieau[/SIZE] ordered and stepped away.

“Bombs loaded, ma’am.” Captain Haakenson reported.

“Acquire targeting solutions for that monstrosity.”

Captain Haakenson nodded in acknowledgment. The Defender seemed quiet across the bridge, and even in the void. Her guns were silent, and the twin Stormclouds were also silent, awaiting their orders. [SIZE=11pt]Solieau[/SIZE] would give them via encrypted text, they were to maintain their firing on the MWS Taanabian Spirit.

“Targeting solutions acquired.”

“Fire.”

All seventy-two of the Defender’s space mortars fired, each mortar bore eight barrels making for a total of five hundred and seventy-six gravity bombs that had been launched toward the Doge. Unfortunately, [SIZE=11pt]Solieau[/SIZE] knew that in this range, “all hands brace for impact, dispatch the escorts to the Third Moon, now!”

The rest of the Defender’s escorts moved with haste, as the Defender and twin Stormclouds braced for the backend of the gravity bomb’s disruption. The five Dagger frigates would maintain their fire on [SIZE=11pt]an enemy[/SIZE] corvette and escort vessels watching in abject horror as the gravity bombs went off...

At the Third Moon, the six DOKAWs found space to [SIZE=11pt]maneuver as[/SIZE] the first half of escorts from Task Force 44 arrived. Lieutenant Zeak and his comrades watched as the DOKAWs left the system, and then they returned to their task.

Zeak had launched another [SIZE=11pt]tag[/SIZE] when Armada reinforcements arrived. The reinforcements were led by none other than Lord Admiral Raaf with the HIMS Elidibus - the Elidibus’s guns would not fire today. Neither would the portion of Seventh Fleet that had arrived, in fact - they had towed their own asteroid from Sith space. There it was, being held by the Elidibus’s tractor beam, it was seven kilometers in length but it was not intended for Concord Dawn’s surface.

Rather, it would be used to knock some of the Third Moon’s own asteroid belt around.

Combined with pressor and tractor beams from various escorts, asteroids from Concord Dawn’s third moon would begin to make way for the planet itself. Pushed by the Sith Armada it would only be a matter of time before these asteroids would be pulled by Concord Dawn itself.


After Action Report:

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HIMS Defender reels from the Doge's return fire, shakes off some of the backfire from the Hailstones.
HIMS Defender shoots gravity bombs from space mortars - aim for the Doge with all mortars, no other weapons were fired.
HIMS Stormcloud and Stormsurge fire their hypervelocity cannons in tandem with their turbolasers, continue to fire on their target.
HIMS Danae, Dryad, Diomede, Damocles, and Daedelus fire on CR 90s (corvettes) with their turbolasers and ion cannons - continue to fire.
Daggers, and Stormclouds reel from any return fire and possible friendly fire.
Second half of escort group departs for the Third Moon.
DOKAWs link up with first half of escort group.
DOKAWs depart the Third Moon with first half of escort group.
Lord Admiral Raaf emerges with some of the 7th Fleet near the Third Moon's belt.
HIMS Elidibus shoves seven kilometer asteroid into the asteroid belt surrounding the Third Moon.
7th Fleet pushes asteroids toward Concord Dawn until gravitational pull takes over.

OOC: I will leave the asteroids to the Mandalorians, to determine, if they hit and where - along with how much damage if any is taken.

Task Force 44 Composition:

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HIMS Defender, Dowager-class
Battlecruiser: SP 3572 | HP 3721

HIMS Stormcloud, Stormcloud-class
Cruiser: SP 840 | HP 840 HP

HIMS Stormsurge, Stormcloud-class
Cruiser: SP 840 | HP 840 HP

HIMS Danae, Dagger-class
Frigate: SP 258 | SP 258

HIMS Dryad, Dagger-class
Frigate: SP 258 | SP 258

HIMS Diomede, Dagger-class
Frigate: SP 258 | SP 258

HIMS Damocles, Dagger-class
Frigate: SP 258 | SP 258

HIMS Daedalus , Dagger-class
Frigate: SP 258 | SP 258

20x Tachys-class Corvettes [Combined]
Corvettes: SP 3000 | HP 3000

40x Bolt-class Corvettes [Combined]
Corvettes: SP 2320 | HP 2320

Total Meterage: 6846m
Total Ships: 8

Escorts have departed.

In Mandalore’s system, the six DOKAWs from Concord Dawn would emerge with their escorts - as would six others making a total of twelve that would be guided to Mandalore’s surface. Reverting from hyperspace behind the new DOKAWs was [SIZE=11pt]Vice-Admiral[/SIZE] Sentongo. Sentongo had brought a small token force to ensure that the DOKAWs would make it. Rather, at least some would make it to their intended targets.

As Sentongo arrived she watched as parts of the Armada fell victim to orbital defenses. One of those ships being the Crimson Valkryiehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/126298-the-crimson-valkyrie/ which had set itself on a collision course for an orbital space station. Perhaps it was a manner of finality, or perhaps it was simply the closest target it could find. The station had been the target of ion cannons, thus corvettes and drop ships [SIZE=11pt]have[/SIZE] been able to slip through the planetary shields but now this looked to be a more permanent end to the station.

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Damage on the space station, if any, I will leave to the Mandalorians.
How many, if any of the DOKAWs make it, along with the where and how much damage is done I will leave to the Mandalorians to determine.
Part of 7th Fleet has reverted with their six DOKAWs, however I will not be manning them - they are story elements, and may be fired upon/destroyed as the story calls for it*

Slowly, as more troops were ferried to the surface, albeit slowly. A [SIZE=11pt]build up[/SIZE] along the outside could be seen, with beasts from Darth Arcanix’s labs were ready to charge - a new wave of soldiers, beasts and machines ready to make their way inside the dome.

The fires of hell would welcome all who made their way inside the dome. The Legionnaires pushed now from the outside, and as they pushed into the inner city the fighting became bitter, fierce as the Mandalorians refused to yield. Something that would be rectified by the sight of a lone Sith corvette careening toward the palace.

Heavy fighting in the city occured, a bitter battle as Legionnaires and Mandalorians fought street by street, house by house fighting took place within Sundari itself. Led by their Blackblades, the Legionnaires would push forward and be shoved back, only to surge again. A waxing and waning of blood and armor, both sides determined to have their way. The Mandalorians were built for war, meant to fight to the death and the Legionnaires swore their fealty to the Emperor.

It was in his name they would fight, crimson hues of terror crossed through the [SIZE=11pt]smoke filled[/SIZE] battlefield. Fires on all sides, as Sundari itself, had begun to burn. A scar formed from the inner city to the walls. The Sith Empire knew this would not be an easy fight and prepared for the long fight, digging into their trenches - stretching the barbed wires, placing the mines. Dead men lay in their own filth. Helmets with heads still inside lopped off to the side, as their brothers used these bodies as cover.

Mud, and blood - they who fought for the Sith knew they would become martyrs. They would be elevated to such great status for their sacrifice. March on they would, and continue with the battle; the Legionnaires would not leave without victory no matter the cost. This is where legends would be made - when a leader fell, a hero would rise to the charge. Kill, fight, die - kill, fight, die this was their purpose.

Domed and caged, the fighting ensued. All along the eastern front machines of all manners fought one against the other, yet all along the western front came the push and shove. [SIZE=11pt]Beskads[/SIZE] making their weight known against vibroswords, while the sheer number of legionnaires would be shown. “C’MON BLOODY SITHSPAWNS DO YOU WANNA LIVE FOREVER?!” Shouted an Imperial officer who shoved his vibrosword into the exposed joint of a Mandalorian’s beskar’gam. Second to none, the men and women would be the deadliest weapon that the Sith had to unleash. They were the war machine, the very cog to keep this battle going, and as they fought and pushed - the :Legionnaires would be turned back by the Mandalorians.

Repelled as they might be from entering the Palace Grounds, they would attack again. Repeat, this time and again, as they fought - attack, repelled, attack, repelled. The emperor’s own horde would feel the refreshing touch of the new troops. At the backs of those on the western front, came the beasts - beasts made by the Lady of Secrets. Ravagershttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/113122-ravager/, Behemoths [SIZE=11pt]and[/SIZE] Festerershttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/104740-festerer/ were among the more noticeable. Ghouls and Poisoners were next, while en mass the [SIZE=11pt]Hitas[/SIZE] were unleashed swarms surged forward to feast upon all the energy that the Mandalorians presented them. The troops would do their best to trickle into the palace grounds, only to be met with death.

Elite soldiers took to the tunnels created by the Rumblers, emerging right where they needed to be. Those in the thick of the fight included the Emperor’s own son, [SIZE=11pt]Alvarex[/SIZE] Zambrano - once a suitor for the Infernal - now a thorn in her city’s side. He directed his sword toward the palace grounds, “LEGIONNAIRES! ATTACK!” His voice boomed across the battlefield, as the glorious shouts of the men and women at his back could be heard.

More of the Rumblers could be seen breaking through. As one by one, new Blackblades, Valkyries, and unique units of the Sith Empire including the Massassi Janissarieshttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/139451-the-massassi-janissaries/ and the Iron Wolves emptied out of their transports. These forces no doubt making their way straight for the Palace itself, there to aid [member="Vaulkhar Zambrano"] and their Emperor.

As troops poured out onto the palace grounds, many were slain but this was known and accepted. Word soon spread that the Imperials were on the palace grounds, this provided a new wave of morale - a boost in momentum that would surely carry the Legionnaires forward. Pressing from the outside, more made their way inside - adding to the number of men and women who would now occupy the streets, the houses making the fighting that much more intense as the Mandalorians banded together to fight off their betrayers.

The sight of Sith Imperial dropships added to the morale boost, even if some of them would be shot down. It was the mere knowledge that the Sith Empire now bore down on the city of Sundari.

At the beck and call of Lady Raaf herself, the 173rd would hold and fight. Colonel Tarkin had conditioned his men for brutal fighting, conditioned in the way that the old First Order Stormtrooper Corps had been taught. No matter the circumstance, you kept firing - as a soldier, as a Legionnaire they would be Raaf's Black Talons working to tear apart their opponents. As Skorvek's own forces approached the men and women under Tarkin's command held no fear. Having witnessed the very monsters their patron had created there was little that could dissuade them now, they would die on this very soil if necessary. The Talons had earned their reputation for holding the line during the Rebel's invasion of Dubrillion where as a squad they had to hold a lone communication outpost against hordes of droids.

This was no different as far asr Tarkin was concerned, even now - he was reminded of Hoth. He recalled the reports and some of the holos of that battle, there was no taun taun for him to headbutt here but Force willing he would make sure that the Black Talons would be remembered at this mining complex. The army moved at [member="Taeli Raaf"]'s command as her own beasts surged forward, the battle at the complex was but one of many fights that had sprouted - but this one, this was one that Tarkin would have seared into his mind.

173rd Black Talon Legionnaire Armament:

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[SIZE=11pt]Legionary Equipment: [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Armorhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/132141-sith-imperial-legionnaire-advanced/[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Accessories:[/SIZE]

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  [SIZE=11pt]Predatorhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/141440-il-xv9-predator-sensor/[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Shield Generatorhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/136496-tthesg-001-barbican-pattern-portable-shield-generator/[/SIZE]
  

[SIZE=11pt]Weapons:[/SIZE]

• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Riflehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/136323-autokrator-assault-blaster-rifle/ - Infantry, Basic Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Daggerhttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Vibrodagger/Legends - Infantry, Basic Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Ion Pistolhttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/DEMP_Ion_Pistol - Scout, Advanced Legionnaires. [/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Blaster Pistolhttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/SE-44C_blaster_pistol - Officers, Advanced Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Heavy Blaster Riflehttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/F-11D_blaster_rifle - Heavy, Advanced Legionnaires[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Sniper Riflehttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/NT-242 - Scout, Advanced Legionnaires. [/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Rotary Riflehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/136325-brute-rotary-blaster-cannon/ - Heavy, Advanced Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Flamethrowerhttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/D-93_Incinerator_flamethrower - Heavy, Advanced Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Thermal Detonatorshttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Thermal_detonator - Infantry, Basic Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Ion Grenadehttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Ion_grenade - Infantry, Basic Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Thermal Imploderhttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Thermal_imploder - Heavy, Advanced Legionnaires.[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Sonic Imploderhttps://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Sonic_Imploder - Officers Only[/SIZE]
  

[SIZE=11pt]Droids:[/SIZE]

• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Scourgehttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/130846-sith-imperial-scourge-mk-i-war-droid/[/SIZE]
  
• 
  [SIZE=11pt]Titanhttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/137934-titan-class-heavy-war-droid/

• [/SIZE]
  

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[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location; Sundari
Allies: TSE peeps
Enemies: UCM
Engaging: [member="Aedan Miles"]
Equipment: In sig

The familiar sting of fear in the air was no palpable. Finally able to feel acknowledge it Kezeroth snorted gripping his Sithsword tight. Through it the fear, anger, hatred and a plethora of other negative emotions invigorated him with a perpetual cycle of force rage. In a sense he was already under the effects of fear but on a completely different level, The Gen'dai fed off of it all as if it was a substance. It only pissed him off.

Smirking under his helmet Aedan focused on his body fueling it with the force before he seemed to leap forward amplifying his movements and speed through the Force. He closed with Kezeroth before he swung the scythe whipping it towards Kezeroth's torso as he reached out mentally with the force grabbing hold of a large piece of debris behind Kezeroth and yanking it forward at the same time.

As the man approached the hulking giant's "heart" or what he knew as a collective of heart like sensations continued in speed. Faster and faster. Aedan was fast. " Haha! YES!" he exclaimed as the blade of the scythe swung in force. Closing the distance with a simple step forward the scythes blade made contact against Kezeroths Ultrachrome chest plate with a clash! The metal itself growing significantly cold. A interesting effect. *WHAM* The slam of debris breaking against the Gen'dais back was vibrant and loud across the metal plating that shielded him. " Hmm?! What is this?" He asked letting the momentum and interia of the debris strike push him forward into a range that was very personal for the mandalorian. The armor took most of the blow. He was going to be fine.

He twisted something on the scythe triggering the release of a capsule of Hurlothrombic gas into the head of the scythe where on impact it would burst scattering the gas into the air.

Gas filled the intial space. Sprouting up into Kezeroths face. Coughing mockingly the Gen'dais eyes shifted to with a flash of crimson. " Gah. Hahah!" he mocked and feigned the pain that Aedan might of expected. Augmenting his speed in the force Kezeroth left armed extended forth like a viper, seeking to grip the mandalorian like a Rancor with its prey. His body exploding with a intense heat that irradiated off his body in physical flames. He sought to warm the man within his own armor. Cause a good sweat.

" Gen'dai dont breathe! I thought my son would of showed you that! But congratulations..." He spat and cocked his arm back with a twitch of motion. If his grab was successful then Aedan might find himself flung toward the palace's general direction.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Sundari
Allies: UCM
Enemies: TSE
Engaging [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
Equipment: Scythe, Ring, and Armor

Aedan's eyes widened as he saw Kezeroth's reactions he goes to move just as his old friends hand flashes out and grabs a hold of his armor feeling the heat from outside he snarls and spins the scythe around ramming the haft of it into the chest of Kezeroth just as he was thrown propelling him towards the palace. As he flew through the air he reached out manipulating the force and slowing him as he spun around landing on his feet in the midst of a group of soldiers he snarled and swung his scythe in a wide arc cutting a portion of them down releasing more gas as the from the scythe as he snarls the aura pouring out of his ring enhanced by his anger.

 

[Funami Teriyaki]

Location: Sundari, Outer City
Allies: Sith Empire, [member="Samka Derith"]
Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore
Objective: Bond with Samka some more
Equipment: Vibroscalpel

And there they stood, as if nothing had happened, playing the weird game only they knew of. Funami lifted her chin and pursed her lips as Sam let go of both her hand and the entire subject. Relieved without feeling at ease, Funami felt her frustration swell. It infuriated her to no end that Sam knew, yet continued to play pretend anyway. The brunette probably knew everything at this point and feigned ignorance solely to toy with her young charge. Overcome with anger, the acolyte’s fists clenched into tight balls as she struggled with keeping up the entire façade. A part of her desired to tear into Sam, end the woman’s life to keep her secrets safe. No matter how much Sam had actually read in her mind, it was too much to Funami's liking. A shame, but sacrifices had to be made for the greater good. Her good.

Aside from her body growing visibly shaky, the little girl stood still and suffered through Sam adjusting her clothes. While true she had sustained some damage, mostly evident by her ruffled hair and little specks of ash all over her uniform, getting ready for school was the last thing on Funami’s mind. Drawing deep breaths and filling her lungs with the acrid stench of death and war, the girl had managed to retain control. Even with her nerves severely frayed, she continued to play according to the unspoken rules.

“A-atrisia. My school’s on Atrisia. And it’s not so bad, I had shields on most of the time,” Funami uttered nervously and quivered as if expecting Sam’s lightsaber to pierce her heart at any moment. After the woman had commented on her appearance instead, the girl reached out with her mind and telekinetically fixed her hair. Now she looked brand new.

The Sithling peered straight into Sam’s crimson eyes, her voice a whisper, “Don’t tell anyone. Keep it between us. Please.”

A pout and her puppy-dog eyes worked in tandem to coerce Sam into compliance.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location; Sundari
Allies: TSE peeps
Enemies: UCM
Engaging: [member="Aedan Miles"]
Equipment: In sig

As the haft of Aedans weapon was pummeled into his chest Kezeroth was forced to take four steps back with in a stumble. There was a surprising amount of force caused off that single strike and a medium indent to prove it. With Aedan sent airborn Kezeroth could now ease himself slightly. The flames that were expelled from his body ceased, though the heat remained. With a crouching leap the mad titan propelled his body into the air in a display of sheer might. In a similar manner to his opponent the Gen'dai corrected his course mid air. Angling himself to land atop of the man to crush him. Sith sword wielded blade down the Gen'dai roared unleashing a scream that rode on the currents of the force. A sound of his rage and terror.

Once impact had occurred, whether Aedan Miles was underneath or not, a shockwave or small repulse would be emitted.

 

[Darth Bellum]

K O R _ V E X E N

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Location | Mandalore, Sundari Outskirts
Objective | Occupy Sundari
TSE and Irate Mandalorians | Allies
The UCM | Adversaries

It was always the brink of extinction that brought out the true nature of oneself; the fear of death that drove base instincts to the surface in a violent manner of fight or flight. It was this thrill that motivated Vexen's actions and by extension the long running plot that he had developed to lead up to this day. Vexen had come expecting to be disappointed, but instead was slightly amused and pleasantly surprised with what he found. Whether Sundari had been successfully taken or the Sith's forces repelled, Vexen had seen enough to know that his goal had been accomplished and he had secured a potential stable source of sustenance for the future. That being said, he still had his obligation as Lord General to the Sith to fulfill; seize the city or leave it in ashes.

Vexen oversaw the erection of the ray shield generator that would serve to protect his troops advance towards the center of the city, keeping them safe from the usual and expected artillery that would keep his armored lines and troops at bay while simultaneously pushing the enemy back. Though the missiles would be a problem, the HAVt's were fending them off fairly well. Additional emplacements and counter measures could be set up to ease the pressure off the HAVt's to maintain missile defense. That wasn't to say the occasional missile wouldn't manage to slip past their defenses and detonate amidst a cluster of troops, sending body parts flying in a spectacular spray of blood, flesh and bone in all directions. But death was of little consequence to Vexen and his legion. Before they were trained elite, they fought as fodder who relied on sheer numbers and religious zeal; they fought and lived through every battle fully expecting death to take them at a moment's notice. Now that they were trained to be even more efficient and effective than before, they were one of the galaxy's fiercest fighting force.

Columns of Legionnaires spaced out to avoid collateral damage from any explosives that might have managed to slip past the HAVt's defenses would march forward along the rubble, sweeping the area that the shield passed over to ensure no Mandalorians had managed to slip past the shield. Their numbers were enforced as armored line of Monolith's, AT-HE's, and AT-SP's looming over them, and with the massive growing ray shield over them, a scene like it had not been seen since the Battle of Christophsis during the Clone Wars; It was a difficult defensive push to counter, and Vexen was curious to see how the enemy commander would respond to it. Reports would be coming from his forward recon Nightseer units coming in that the enemy was mobilizing their tanks and walkers in addition to one of their massive command crawlers to assault the front line. An interesting tactic to be sure even if it was suicidal. Did they plan to push only armored units through the shield without risking their organic troops attempting to get through the shield? It would be a long and labored push to try and get their own armored units to the breach where the shield generator had been set up. To compensate, Vexen had orderd that his forward troops begin to pull back, and plant anti-vehicular mines to leave a surprise for the advancing armored forces. This would soften the enemy's counter advance a bit while Vexen began to tighten up his own troop formations to be ready to defend against a three front assault. The express order was to make it look like a simple retreat to prepare for the counter offensive.

Vexen observed the front line from a distance, his arms crossed over his shoulders. Either the desperation had made them mad or there was a method to their madness. With his advanced age and experience Vexen was curious to see how the enemy commander attempted to get through to the shield generator; if not by a suicidal frontal assault with armored units then perhaps...

Vexen's thoughts were concluded in a brief instant as he came to a sudden realization. If not by land with armored units, then perhaps by air with non-organic units that would be unfazed by his deadly ray shield. Much like how Vexen had caught the Mandalorians off guard by a surprise attack from below, the Mandalorians had either intentionally or inadvertently attempted to do so from the sky as his gaze locked onto a few transports flying far above the city. The Sith had not managed to gain air superiority within the city, so the open air was under free reign to utilize by the Mandalorians uncontested. Large droids would rain down from the sky, and too soon for Vexen to react to command his troops to redirect their attention and fill the sky with return fire. The R-36 droids would manage to land on the HAVt's, though a few were caught by the anti missile countermeasures and blasted out of the air. Those that did manage to survive turned towards Vexen and the shield generator tower he stood in front of as they opened up with a barrage of laser fire.

Even as a Sith Lord, trying to fend off that many tank grade weapon fire with a lightsaber would be suicidal and even with his mastery over Force Stasis he would not be able to freeze that sheer number of laser fire and redirect them away from the shield generator. A vocoded sigh would be heard emanating from Vexen as he muttered under his breath, " How troublesome... " A pendant at his belt would begin to radiate energy as Vexen held out a hand towards the incoming wall of laser fire coming his way. The very air seemed to warp as the laws of reality were being forcibly bent to Vexen's will, channeling the power of the Shadow's Folly to tear open a rift into Otherspace, creating a gaping maw into the other dimension that swallowed the laser fire and rockets that came his way in order to shield the generator. It was not to say that the tower did not receive some hits, but not significant enough to decommission it. The only downside was that Vexen could only remain in one place and keep the rift open from one direction to protect the generator as the cast to tear open the rift was a taxing process. Though he showed no signs of external weakness, the exertion from using his powers to great degrees throughout the battle was beginning to tax his body.

For now the siege of Sundari hinged on the shield being operational in order for the other fronts to be overwhelmed and the city to be put into a stranglehold. Vexen's conviction was not so easily swayed by this minor unforseen outcome. He would hold the line to defend this generator and give his troops some time to react, as some of them were armed with newly produced IL-18A Disruptor Carbines that would be perfect for dealing with these heavily armored droids.

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The earth continued to tremble despite the two HAVt's having breached the city holding position as the ray shield was set up and subsequently . As the attention was focused to the bottleneck breach that Vexen and his forces had pushed through, his Dragoons would have been diligently working to sabotage and handle the missile batteries constantly attempting to barrage their position. He had faith in his Dragoons to lessen the burden. Even now though, the enemy was diverting troops to the bottleneck in order to outflank him and his troops. A bold and logical move, had the enemy commander not forgotten that the entirety of the dome's exterior had been abandoned and they were more or less blind to the fact that the city was surrounded. Rather than maintaining a tight perimeter to defend from all sides with overlapping fields of fire to cover all approaches, the enemy had played right into General Vexen's hands.

Since the enemy had diverted their northern and southern fronts in an attempt to close in and pinch the eastern breach, they had unwittingly opened up the floodgates. The East wasn't the only portion of Sundari's wall that was infiltrated by Vexen's Rumblers. In fact there was a total of five different points of infiltration made around the city, like the points of a star. The northern point and the southwestern point were in particular going to be troublesome as three large explosions went off in unison with a timed detonation, leaving large gaping wounds in Sundari's walls. From the rubble and dust that rose, a HAVt would slowly roll in, one each for the northern and southwestern breach. The city was surrounded and the Sith General planned to capitalize and punish any flawed move the enemy would make. It was a game of the mind. Sometimes ground had to be given in order to bait the enemy. The unfortunate tradeoff is that these troops and armored units coming from the northern and southwestern breaches would not have the same protection as the eastern breach had in the form of the ray shield, so their intrusion into the city would result in bloody skirmishes and exchanges with the enemy.

In fact they would have to deal with armored and suicidal turkeys sent by [member="Ra Vizla"] as they did not have the protection of a ray shield to dissuade any of them from attacking the eastern breach. Who would win? An elite fighting force or a bunch of armed and flightless birds?



[member="Kaine Australis"] / [member="Valdus Bral"] / [member="Darth Carnifex"] / [member="Darth Prazutis"] / [member="Kaalia Pavanos"] / [member="Charlyra Araano"] / [member="Alkor Centaris"] / [member="Vaulkhar"] / [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]

Spoiler

Apologies for the delayed post. Some events IRL required my attention in setting up and took up a lot of the time. I apologize for any delays and keeping anyone waiting.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Sundari
Allies: UCM
Enemies: TSE
Engaging [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]
Equipment: Scythe, Ring, and Armor

Aedan's head snapped up as he sensed danger all around him and he immediately threw himself backward pushing off of the ground with the force as he threw himself away from the incoming titan propelling himself even closer to the palace. His eyes narrowed as he slammed the haft of his scythe into the ground planting it like a flag as he shifted his stance his hands lifting as he started to exert his power through the force grasping a pair of duracrete boulders he moved them towards the titan suddenly aiming to catch the gen'dai between them as they steadily picked up speed. While this was happening he reached out mentally without using his hands to focus and exert more power and aimed a force push downward on the shoulders of Kezeroth.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location; Sundari
Allies: TSE peeps
Enemies: UCM
Engaging: [member="Aedan Miles"]
Equipment: In sig

Landing with a crash the Gen'dai heaved his blade with the spot it fell into. A miss. Gritting his teeth. A tremor shaking the ground Kezeroth furrowed his brow. It was time to push. The helmet he had previously seemed to removed was commanded to cover the rest of his visage from sight. The only piece of flesh that could be seen was a single crimson eye behind a shattered visor. Sensory acuity booming the enraged giant began to shift and grow in his armor, already he was a tower seven feet eleven inches tall and within the span of seconds he had contorted his biology to increase in size. He was now eight feet five inches! Feeling a sudden pressure on his shoulders, as if being restrained Kezeroth acted with haste cocking his head down to his chest and opening his maw wide. With a boom or pop his voice was thrown at the ground. His screams echoing off the ground stirring up dust, debris and physically moving the corpses in the area with a tug. Causing debris to weaken before making full impact the screams stopped when both boulders slammed into his arms and shoulders.

A inclination of pain and annoyance escaped his masked face briefly. With justa pressure down on his shoulder the monster took two steps forward with some effort. He began to speak.

"Bah! What are you doing Aedan." his mask retracted once more. " In the end you are a pawn the same as I am! To be used as a weapon! I can free you." He struggled forward more with increasing strength. He advanced slowly. " Vod. Get out of my way or I will send you to your family dead! Your not going to stop me from doing his, old friend." he barked. His voice full of anger. Crimson irises stared directly through the Pirate King. The giants head hinging forward leading his body and eyes wide ready to follow any given movement. He wanted to tear something apart. From the beginning of the fight the constricted blood vessel that was the darkside of the force pulsed and surged contained to a pocket. Now the energies verged on a horrific level of cosmic energy. It was palpable now.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: In the streets
Allies: UCM
Enemies: [member="Lorale Farmar"] | [member="Darth Vitium"] | [member="Tehkyram"]


She had seen it like this once before and then there were the stories told to her of how it looked. That field where the nuclear weapon had gone off the earth scorched and nothing would ever grow there.

Then one of their did the same thing..One of her clan...her buir, her leader did what he thought right and took the side of his sister. Why did that all feel like a hundred years ago right now. Why was she really thinking about it as she ran through the streets. That was when she stopped. All this running no...it had to stop she needed height. She needed to draw on the training she had taken.

Do what she did best she knew that [member="Gilamar Skirata"] was out there and [member="Mishka Larraq"] they needed her to be her best. She looked around the battle field was leveling. But she didn't have what she needed and there was no going back for it now. She would have to scavenge through someone's house or remains see if they left anything.

Meantime back at the First Responder's Avi had not yet moved from the door inside his emotions were twisting end over end about what to do, and how much trouble it would mean. There was a change that [member="Marina DeVoe"] was someone on Mandalore. But he didn't know and he barely knew her name only that she was associated with his family. Who pays attention to names when there's so many other things to do.

Avi looked over, he felt the pounding of pain and fear in his chest. He wanted his mother. He took a few steps in the back ground voice grew louder they shouted about getting aide to Sundari. A firm hand suddenly landed on his shoulder a bit of pressure made him turn and look up, "She wouldn't want you to do that."

Avi looked down that's not what he thought. "k" Everything hurt inside...he was leaving her here...while he...was unceremoniously guided to a ship to take him to safety.

Back with Arla she was knocking on doors then busting in doors to find a rifle. Admonishing herself the entire time about what she should have done.