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Relevant Equipment: Lightsabers and Family blaster (in bio), 2 Thermal Detonators
Well that was egg on his face. Then again he also didn't usually keep track of who was who, so it made enough sense not to be really embarrassing. Regardless the following events were what took his attention by far. The declaration that Mandalore had fallen mattered little, if it was true they could do nothing, if it was false then it was a cheap and inexpensive fear tactic. More likely than not he assumed the latter, considering Sith were very fond of postulating their victory, before they even got started with the fight. This was overshadowed by the death to come with Joycelyn's release of, well, rather disgusting creatures into the city proper, and bringing her beast into the city as well. He frowned, considering the options, and came to a conclusion on how best to handle the civilian problem.
The Fear produced by the beast was easy enough to handle for himself, his ceaseless hatred for the Sith and determination to hurt them was enough to keep his grip on reality, combo-ed with his less murderous determination to protect his adoptive family of sorts. For any civilians that weren't safe on the ship and unable to get there in time, he began using the Force to pull them over, and pushed them towards Taozi. "Then get everyone on the ship that you physically can and make sure it's ready to leave. The Sith are going to try and shoot it down if it takes off but I think I have an idea on stopping that. It just might kill us all anyways since I've never done this before, but that's only like a sixty percent chance, maybe seventy. Better odds than letting them take a shot."
There were a few clan Gred members nearby who hadn't yet succumbed to the Fear, and Darlyn quickly pulled them in to try and explain his plan. Before he could though, there was a scream as a swarm of the wasps came through the streets, headed straight for them. Darlyn immediately went to work, charging the Force in his hands and considering the shape of the group. Swarmed, clumped together, he couldn't risk using too much energy even with his Tricksaber helping to mitigate exhaustion. Chain Lightning would do. He held out his hands, sending two bolts directly into the center of mass for two of the leaders, which then began to burn through and bounce wasp to wasp. It was rather delightful actually, as he would send more bolts into the swarm to keep them at bay.
Even when at last the first swarm was being dealt with, alongside the help of the Clan Gred alongside him, a glance through the Force told the story of exactly how many there were. He would need a lot more power to manage this, a lot. He turned to the clan Gred members and gave them a very direct order. "Keep them at bay, I need a minute." And with that he stepped behind them, kneeling down on the ground and closing his eyes. There was so much death now, if he could just take a part of that energy, that darkness, he could do this. He had to do this.
[SIZE=11pt]It was carnage, that was all the void was. It took but a single well placed barrage to kill thousands, thousands of little fleas living their lives aboard vessels that so utterly dwarfed them. Irilius, Irilius could watch it all. The thundering barrages of the [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Peace[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] were music to his ears, for he knew he shot that connected was such thorough and absolute power being brought down on the Mandalorians.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The battlefield was chaos, was it hopeless for Irilius’s fleet? Not entirely, he could leave them with a black eye before they went down. And with the swarm of nearly 500 fighters around his now still formation of warships he knew the casualties on both sides would be large. And with so many Scorpios, 360 at initial deployment, he knew that reliably the Mandalorians could be crushed under the sheer weight of metal; that wound ring true for their fighters, at least. Or so Irilius hoped. The swarm blotted the stars, industry would make itself feared.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]He was overjoyed at the final sacrifice of the Task Force, so viciously effective in removing both the enemy and those he would have to share his glory with. The carnage of the void was absolute, indiscriminate, the true proving ground of men.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The Commodore rose from his chair, barking commands across the deck. And the fleet so reacted, whilst the remaining exterminators died. It was just another sacrifice for the fleet, firepower wasted killing those crippled beasts instead of barraging the more fresh warships. Even with the barrages, the Harrowers continued their barrages when able, even with the devastating blow the Firebrands were able to unleash. Irilius cursed those damnable things, and had the long ranged batteries turn to unload on the artillery vessels: maximum firepower, the slowed beast had not been defanged: merely centered in it’s relentless assault. The remaining batteries split between their various targets, unleashing scathing bombardments at the Storm-class vessels, accompanying Harrower barrages just as those who had engaged the Torrents continued to relentlessly the barrage the sneaky attackers: even with the return fire that burned across their hulls. The [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]Enigma [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]itself was targeted by any tractor beam within range, merely an attempt to slow it down so it could be torn apart by the dozens of cannons that were placed at the bottom of the vessel. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]The Athenas merely shot out a handful of pittly shots, their weapon systems crippled just as much as the rest of their systems: thankfully the shields returned, making them a bit less vulnerable than before.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]With the fighters, it was little more than raw chaos. With little room to analyze or think, while the barrage of the Storm-class were indeed dangerous there existed the simple problem of just how thick the metaphorical wall that was in front of the bombers was, while some missiles and lasers hit their target many simply were lost in the horde of droid fighters that swarmed the close-ranged battle. Lasers turned the void bright, the barrages from the various laser cannons scattered through the 500 something vessels was as relentlessly vicious as the capital ships they had emerged from. Towards the more high risk fighting of those vessels less expendable the Beskad that had gone on to hunt the missile boat were given a particularly vile surprise: the Mailoc Gunships, these vessels unleashed all their firepower that could be mustered to shred the enemy before they could unleash their own firepower on the far more “explosive” brother vessels behind, of course, the missile boats themselves merely reloaded, waiting for the next chance to unleash a volley. [/SIZE]
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[SIZE=11pt]Fleet Actions[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Remainder of Exterminator Corvettes destroyed [/SIZE] Peace [SIZE=11pt]opens fire on Firebrands with long range cannons at maximum power, attempts to use tractor beams to slow [/SIZE]Enigma [SIZE=11pt]and then attack with cannons on bottom of ship, provides fire support to any [/SIZE][SIZE=14.6667px]Harrowers[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt] it can: especially against Storm-class vessels. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Harrower takes devastating damage from Firebrand[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Athenas reactive shields [/SIZE]
Fighter swarm thickens, attempts to overwhelm the enemy. Absorbs firepower directed at bombers
Mailocs attempt to shred the missile Beskads trying to attack the Chariot Missile Boats.
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Location: Planetside Allies: The Sith Empire Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore; potentially [member="Kaine Australis"] and/or [member="Reyn Australis"] Objective: Find Old Man Zambrano, maybe 2v2 as a family?
Vaulkhar stood to the side of the majority of action taken thus far. Aside from the few orders given and aid afforded to cracking open the dome, he stuck to himself as he moved towards his father in the distance. As Vaulkhar neared the emperor the man disappeared in an inky darkness. Beneath his helmet his eyes widened and his mouth fell agape. He activated the electrobinocular feature within his helmet, panning across the battlefield to find the emperor. As if on queue, an explosive bolt slammed into the earth near his brother, sending various soldiers to either the floor or an early grave. Deactivating the binoculars, Vaulkhar scanned the cloud of dust and sand until he made out the form of his brother moving within.
"Good, good..." Vaulkhar muttered to himself before activating the stealth function of his battle armor. His form disappeared as the cloaking device triggered and turned him invisible. He quickly moved towards the bio-dome. "Brother, I am off to find father. I have an idea on where he may be, but it's a gamble. Stay safe, ensure the Blackblade soldiers continue the assault."
Constantinius was a far better general than he, as far as Vaulkhar was concerned. Unlike his elder brother and father, Vaulkhar's skill fell to espionage and other such abilities. Leadership and tactics were for more charismatic individuals. Individuals other than himself. With this in mind, he moved swiftly behind the Rumbler piloted by Charlyra. As it punched yet another opening into the bio-dome, Vaulkhar dashed through behind it before various Sith and Imperial soldiers could flood through and out of the tunnel. With the dome cleared and the city in view, the cloaked Sith Lord began what would likely be a long and arduous infiltration.
Streets and buildings passed by in a blur as the former assassin utilized the environment to his advantage. With his enhanced pace it had become too difficult to report what he found, however his helmet allowed him to continue ongoing scans to ensure his risk of running into warriors of the various Mandalorian clans was low. The palace slowly came into view through the HUD within his helmet, however a considerable distance stood between him and his objective.
Mig glared at the Sith in front of him, ready for any move. So he felt that might was how one decided the claim of the land, and it sent a shot of anger through his veins. He focused, quickly re-centering before speaking.
"And who is mightier? Those that bring fleets and armies dwarfing those they fight, or those who will fight those odds, even when the end is near certain, and who's culture has never died? The one's that don't need the place to define them!" The Alor kept his blade ready, keenly watching for any approach. The acing of Force Lightning cracked between the two edges of the odd weapon Mig held. The Hakai wouldn't notice, but the Mando'ad'jetii's eyes were closed. waiting for a stirring, and then his opponent pounced. Mig's eyes shot open as he darted back from the initial thrust, and quickly coming back with a downward, angled slash. Unlike Hakai's katana, Mig's Lightsaber Trayc'kad would be considered unbalanced and unwieldy to most. The beskar blades and blaster components made the weapon blade heavy, and the added lightsaber components did it no favors. For the Gred Alor though, this was the type of weapon he'd trained with his whole life. He knew how to make the heavy weapon move like a lightfoil when he needed it to, but weight could also be a good thing. Raw momentum could be a powerful thing.
Ilik meanwhile slipped around firing on the Retainers with his Trayc'kal before quickly coming in close. It was like he was twenty again. A warrior. A Mando'ad'jetii. When he was close, he flicked the weapons into their melee mod, and quickly began to slash out at the enemies their. He wouldn't let them win. He wouldn't let them get to Leddie!
Elsewhere on the ground, the Gred began to fight off the swarms of Sith Wasps. Six of the Claymores that were in the city took aim with their anti-air cannons, while also aiming for the AT-HTs' legs with their main cannons. Those Mando'ade'jetii that knew Force Lightning sent it out into the swarm, while the handful that had trained in Force Barrier made a field around the Free Enterprise and the nearby civilians Darlyn pulled in. They need to be kept safe for a little longer! Just enough to take off. A few of the Greds followed Darlyn command, trusting their Vod knew what he was doing. The rest did their best to keep fighting. Whether their enemy be soldiers, wasps, or the Sith themselves, these Mandalorians would keep on fighting. Until everyone was safe, until every enemy was crushed, or until they became one with the Manda. They. Would. Fight!
In space, the fight had begun to turn south. The fleet was ravaged, by the Sith suicide attack. The again, sur'haai par sur'haai (An eye for an eye). The tactic worked for sure, but they couldn't focus on that. There was another fleet to fight! The Storm-classes took their hits as another fell to the Sith's guns, but they lashed back. Firing their last four BM-1's at the damaged Harrower, and sending four more cluster missiles into the enemy strike craft. The Firebrands took heavy hits to the shields from the Peace, but kept to their targets, letting their turbolasers join in if anything came close enough. The Taanabian Spirit and bomber Beskads quickly joined in on the assault on the the Harrowers, unleashing their weapons.
The Enigma meanwhile bobbed and weaved, trying to avoid any sort of weapons. The FAC continued the fire her weapons, but added one more surprise. The vessel used her mine launchers to drop seeker mines near the Peace's hull, allowing her to get out of the way before they hit. As this happened, the strike craft continued their mission: Wipe the black of these Sith!
TheDoge also approached, opening up her plasma batteries on the Peace, and her point defense weapons on the enemy fighters. The ships commander narrowed his eyes on the fellow star destroyer, intent on not letting her take anyone else out of this fight. He continued to watch until more ships came up on the screen. Friendlies? The ships looked like Cadera-classes, but scans showed that they were different, and then the message of the apparent commander of the fleet heard their message. The man quickly opened the comms.
"This is the Gred flagship, The Doge! Are you friend or foe?"
1 Storm-class is destroyed while the others are hit, and fire there last to BM-1s, 4 in all, at the damaged Harrower, while also launching 4 heavy cluster missiles into the enemy fighters.
The Firebrands take shield damage, and continue firing on their Harrower target.
The Enigma avoids the tractor beams for now, and continues her attack on the Peace, firing all her weapons, including laying seeker mines close to the hull, giving her enough time to move it.
The Doge moves into range, firing her plasma cannons at the Peace, and firing her point defense weapons at the enemy fighters.
Taanabian Spirit fires on the Harrowers with all her weapons.
The bomb module Beskads move in to bomb the Harrowers while the missile module Beskads are torn apart, but the 2 survivors attack.
The Torrent-types that are uncloaked take more major hits, but fire back with whatever they have left. The cloaked vessels uncloak and fire 8 BM-1s into the Harrowers, and 8 advanced proton torpedoes.
Without a moment to spare, deWinter had lunged at Ra eager to claim the man's life. She would find even with the force he would be more than a handful. As her weapons ignited he noted their presence was slightly different in the force then the one he felt before. Kentarch's deduction that there were two them was correct, however her accomplice seemed unwilling to make themselves known. He would need a change in approach. Quickly he moved around the area around the area where Ra and deWinter faced off, still using his force cloak and concealment.
Anyone who was anyone knew not to interrupt or interfere in a duel with Ra Vizsla.
"An Incantation." Kentarch said out-loud suddenly, his tone flat. The cloaked figure drew closer to the location Hevn had carved the eye rune. "Not as effective as mastering the real power."
"But you know what I don't understand." The Sith Lord's voice dripped with disappointment. "Why your hiding from me? I mean I saw that mess back there. You know. Where you killed the child. So tell me." As he spoke each word, his voice grew louder and filled with anger. "Are you afraid to confront a real challenge. Or are you just a coward!" Kentarch could always just goad his opponents of hiding too.
Location: Sundari city (Outer City, fallback to the Inner City defense line)
Post: 3
Objective: Command the UCM Armor (Tanks, Walkers, etc.) within the Inner & Outer City zones, hold the line.
Macro-scale Enemies: [member="Kor Vexen"]
Enemies: TSE, Exiled Mandalorians, TSE Allies
Allies: UCM, UCM Allies, Mandalore
The muffled sounds of explosions were an unrelenting drumbeat of the true battle rapidly approaching. The durable structure held firm, the energy from the artillery and smaller assaults had been naturally dispersed throughout the duracrete and beskar reinforced dome of Sundari, a testament to Mandalorian engineering. While a few smaller teams had bypassed the defensive measures that Valdus Bral had enacted, the main threat of the Sith Empire were yet to enter the capital. Valdus’ eyes flicked over the numerous hangar entrances and passages that allowed transit into the city. It was only a matter of time before the amassed opposition broke through the dome or worked their way through the uncontested hangars and into Sundari.
As he surveyed the landscape he heard the voice of [member="Nicair Claden"] and recognized the infantry that had been taking position between and behind the tank line directly in front of Valdus as the 8th - a unit of those who were, in one way or another, close to death and decided that they would end their mortal lives on the battlefield. They held no fear of death, no fear of pain, every deployment was considered to be their last and all of the members knew this. “Understood, it is appreciated, vod.” the gruff voice rumbled out into his helmet’s internal commlink. He then switched his comms to the Mandalorian forces, “We have all fought for glory, for fortune, or for revenge. Today we fight for family, for the right to exist, we fight for Sundari - for Mandalore … We will not bend the knee to those that disguise themselves as allies only for them to expose their true intention of selfish betrayal at the time we needed them the most. Stand your ground and show the galaxy what it means to fight as a Mandalorian! TO DIE AS A MANDALORIAN!” The volume of his voice coming into a crescendo as his normally contained demeanor grew rabid, adrenaline coursing through his veins pushed onward into every part of his body by his racing heart.
As Valdus finished his rallying cry to the armor and infantry of the 8th, the Sith’s opener came to light. A quake that rocked all but the heaviest tanks rippled through Sundari, dissipating drastically the further away the observer from the main breaching point of the Sith. Quickly after that the duracrete pavement gave way, sinking, cracking, shattering as the pits created by the explosions filled with material from above. There was no time to react for those on the line, a sizeable number of the armor and the 8th slid downwards or were entirely swallowed up by the Sith-made sinkholes. The saving grace was the duracrete floor surface of Sundari. While the loose sand flooded into the void, filling every nook of free space, the duracrete shattered and fell, but the majority of the duracrete became a sort of ramp, a dip around the holes created by the explosion. While these indentations would not support the full weight of the mighty battle tanks, infantry could expect to cross over these depressions in relative safety. Whether by design or circumstance, the burrowing Rumblers were successful in digging deep under the sand and far enough into the dome as to reach the battle lines that Valdus had constructed unopposed and undiscovered due to the constant sounds of unceasing artillery that pounded away at the exterior of the dome.
Many of the soveriegn-class and kyramud-class tanks sunk into the depressions, few were entirely engulfed into the void; buried by sand and duracrete rubble, but otherwise intact, if not entirely unusable due to their current subterranean positioning. The missile batteries were nearly untouched due to their positioning several meters behind the forward most row of the battle line. The Imperium-class tank also had avoided the brunt of this opener. Before Valdus could give orders to reform, explosions of duracrete erupted all around and some beneath the line of tanks and missile batteries; the Rumblers had surfaced. The infantry did not need to be told what to do, they all knew that they were to fire the moment contact was made with the hostile forces of the Sith Empire as so they did. Blaster rifle fire, grenades, and so forth were hurled at the Rumblers. Meanwhile, the remaining heavy tanks began to use their main weapon systems to engage the Rumbler vehicles with terrifying explosions and the sounds of heavy cannons that moved the ground in their own way. One of the benefits of the Sovereign-class heavy tank was the addition of dual 40mm chaingun turrets. These turrets began to lay into the opposition infantry as they made their exit from the Rumblers.
“Reform the line! East facing forces, converge on my location! Flank them!” Valdus roared into his commlink. While the opener had caused severe destabilization to this section of the battle line, there were other friendly units that would now flank the elite vanguard of the Sith from the north and from the south. Valdus did not order the Imperium-class nor the T-55 Artillery to open fire on the Rumblers, they were too close to the friendly forces. Valdus knew he had the upper hand in the battle for now with his remaining forces receiving immediate reinforcement from the flanks of their enemy, but this skirmish was not the real battle, it was just the beginning. This was a tactic to destabilize and occupy the battle line so that the main force could enter the dome in a more successful fashion than if the battle line had been entirely focused on their incursion, and it was working - there was nothing that Valdus could do to stop that now. As the embattled forces of the Mandalorian aligned tanks and infantry held what was left of the line, Valdus received the communication that he was now in command of four unused War Forts. “Keep them to the Inner City, there is no use wasting them here. All units in the inner city, ready yourselves. We have not yet lost the Outer city, but we cannot hold here.”
Seconds passed, though they felt like hours. Just as Valdus had been waiting for, the percussive explosions that became the backdrop of Sundari had ceased with a final, shattering sound. A relatively large hole exploded open and soon filled with soldiers just like the sand had filled the voids created by the explosions underground. This was the moment Valdus had been waiting for, though previously under a much better condition. “THEY’RE BREACHING! UNLEASH EVERYTHING!” At his command the air grew thick with sounds of hundreds of missile igniting. A torrent of missiles sped towards the breaching forces of infantry. Smoke trails divided the air amongst the battling vanguard, leading into the horde at the narrowest point - the hole they had just made in the dome of Sundari. Though perhaps the most devastating force of all would come from the war machine beneath his very feet.
The Imperium-class focused its forward facing duo of triple-barreled Heavy Mass Drivers and its suite of Sonic Cannons and fired all of these weapons at the entering horde. The ground shook, dust exploded from the shattered duracrete, the relentless power of each of these mass driver rounds capable of rending some of the heaviest armor, let alone infantry and light or medium vehicles. Valdus was staggered by the recoil he felt pulsing through the vehicle, into his boots, and up through his body. “Kriffin’.” He muttered, gaining his balance. Only for the racks built upon towers behind him to open up and release their own vollies of Concussion Missiles, streaming them forward, their trails zigzagging just like the T-55’s, this sent Valdus crouching, looking behind him. “…glorious…” He whispered, awestruck by the sheer power of the Imperium-class Super-heavy tank.
Despite the damage done to the invading forces, which promised to be immense, there simply was not enough firepower on this single section to hold. Eventually the Sith forces would be able to push through the broken battle line, which had been hanging on by a thread after their opening move. “Imperium-class tanks, reverse and continue to fire. Move towards the the Inner City. Those of you within the Soveriegns and Kyramaud class tanks and T-55s, you will be remembered. Your stories will be told and your names forever preserved.” He then spoke to the 8th, “Those of the 8th, your destiny awaits you - your entry into Manda is guaranteed! Cover the Imperium class tanks, devastate our foes!” Valdus lurched forwards as the Imperium-class he stood upon began to reverse and he quickly regained his footing. The repeated firing and barrages of missiles would continue even as the the largest center pieces began to fallback to more defensible territory.
Meanwhile in the Inner City, those that circumvented the main battle line of the outer city would need to evade the patrols of Princeps light tanks and T-2 walkers. If they could do that, they were still not clear of the ground forces, for even more terrible, more powerful enemies awaited them at and around the Palace.
Actions Summarized:
Real Actions Summarized
The opener of the Sith was sucessful. The collapse of the ground beneath the battle lines inflicted heavy losses and succeeded in destabilizing the majority of the line.
Those that have exited the Rumblers are now under attack by anti-infantry weapons and the possible shattering of armor as the primary weapons of Mandalorian tanks have opened fire on the rumblers themselves.
The T-55 Artillery (also referred to in the post and otherwise as "missile batteries") have laid into the the main forces of the Sith as they enter they rush through the dome - as was planned in my first post.
Meanwhile, the Mandalorian armor that had been stationed elsewhere is now flanking the sith's Vanguard force, intent on clearing the battle line.
The imperium-class tank has launched a devastating assault on the invading forces coming through the dome, but now all Imperium class tanks (including the background Imperium tanks) are falling back towards the center of the city as the inner city defense is forming.
Those in the Inner City are not clear of danger, they will engaged by T-2 Walkers and Princeps-class Light Tanks on patrol, or if they try to go deeper and reach the palace they will have to evade a dense line of T-2 Walkers and AT-99 Forge Titans.
It happened in less than a second. Foe was on foe. Nicair knew better than to interrupt this, he could feel it. It didn't matter if she was who he'd been tracking, this was between the pair.
*There was something nearby, it was as if it were just out of the corner of his eye. Something in his peripheral vision yet in front of his eyes. As if it couldn't quite decide where it was.
Then the voice started to speak, once more he couldn't place where it was coming from exactly, but it spoke of a spell before drifting into an insult that would fit coming from a Mandalorian.
Did it just say they killed a child?
It took Nicair a moment to remember these weren't Jedi they were fighting. These were Sith and Confederacy, the rules of warfare were different. Something like that, though. It irked him.
It was an effort to strain his ears to pick up the sound. At least in the wilderness a general location could be assumed with a reasonable guess. A large outcropping of plants suitable to hide in, or a number of rocks. This was different. The place he was pinpointing the sound coming from didn't match with any sort of location. His visual and auditory senses couldn't agree and it too irked him.
There wasn't much he could do but wait and attempt to get into an appropriate position. He could only assume that the woman and this other individual both came from the same place.
8th Battalion will begin detonating their disruptor charges aiming for large groups of armor and infantry
*I'm not entirely sure how your force concealment and cloak work, [member="Darth Kentarch"] and time is running short for how long I can maintain decent(ish) writing ability
Location: Inner Sundari, Rooftops toward the palace. Allies: [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Charlyra Araano"] [member="Alkor Centaris"] Enemies: [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Reyn Australis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] Engaging: [member="Aedan Miles"] Objective: Murder a close friend. Equipment: HAVOC Magma CannonRapture Mk.I rest in sig
Movements were swift and blinding. A blurr of speed. Momentum gaining the armored Gen'dai rammed himself into a squardron of Mandalorian soliders sending the flying into the air with a scream. The sound of bones breaking under foot sounded aloud. The whistling scream of a incoming land speeder soared in the air over the giants head. A close miss. The vehicle turned around, the pilots smirking as their armored speeder punched into full throttle blasting anti-personnel plasma bolts down the street. Kezeroth slowed his pace some ready to dodge the speeder when it came by but instead took another route. Kark it all. The speeder took only several seconds to close the gap between the two. Armored hands extended forward grasping onto the front most portion of the speeder. Fingers indenting into the metal exterior. The total kinetic impact completely absorbed and halted by the Gen'dais own strength alone causing the Mandalorians inside to jerk with the sudden impact. They were dazed and suddenly terrified by the realization.
He did not need to use the force to get things done. He did bad all on his own, but it didnt stop him from having fun!
"Aaahhh!" The smell of fresh ozone leaked from one of the soldiers barrels. A blaster. The bolt was well placed as a hole marked a spot in Kezeroths visor. His facial expression hidden from sight he growled as the cells in his eye, head and brain by extension immediately started to heal. " You maggot!" He shouted heaving up the vehicle and hurling it down the street. A single new crimson eye showed from his visage surrounded by a broken visor. Twisting, turning and tumbling the metal screamed matching the pitch of the soldiers inside of it. Intent of finishing off the two a sudden kick was delievered into the torn up rectangle of metal sending it flying back like a hutt ball into a nearby building. Bouncing off the wall and around the corner the giant followed suit like a curious veermok. A vicious curious veermok.
Duracrete, metals and other materials exploded forward in a splatter of debris. An explosion alarmed his senses to a new presence, a man armored in the streets that wielded a scythe? Blinking hard. Kezeroth gripped his Sithsword once more instantly throwing himself into a Force Rage. A heat irradiated off his body in palpable waves. The felt more dry as if the oxygen itself was being siphoned away. A mere start. Leaning forward gnashing his teeth his focus was locked on a new opponent. Forming a fist, raising it high and slamming it down into the street below. A invisible telekinectic wave projected itself spanning the distance of twenty-five meters at the speed of thought. Poised to slam [member="Aedan Miles"] or the armored man ahead into the ground as if a obelisk was suddenly dropped on his shoulders.
Meanwhile the cold sensation of the force wrapping and lining his muscle fibers took hold. With a simple lean forward the Gen'dai propelled himself down the street in a dash of force speed. Switching to single handed grip and handling his HAVOC Magma cannon in his off hand. There was no lack of aim found. *Click Click* Plasma burst from the rifles barrel in a spray covering the adjacent area. From its mouth spat two molten slugs the size of a humans fist seeking to make impact with a would be knocked down man. Recoil backed the Gen'dais arm as he jogged moving forward closing the distance from twenty-five to now fifteen meters. The slugs themselves lacked penetration power in exchange for kinetic energy and extreme heat. Six thousand degrees roughly was enough to cook anyone inside their armor and make them a well done steak.
" Ni kar'taylir Ni klesir Akaata pe'nr eu! Meg katkrabagr narir gar heyr er waadasla? Hah!" He taunted.
(OOC Translation: I knew I smelt Akaata dogs somewhere! Whats wrong did you drop something valuable?)
Location: Planetside Allies: The Sith Empire; [member="Darth Carnifex"] Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore; potentially [member="Kaine Australis"] and/or [member="Reyn Australis"] Objective: Find Old Man Zambrano, maybe 2v2 as a family?
"This wouldn't be a problem if he taught me how to teleport."
Vaulkhar grumbled to himself as he slid to a halt at the end of one long alleyway. With each street he traversed there were a dozen soldiers, a series of tanks and other anti siege weaponry waiting for the Sith. If they hadn't arrived with such an overwhelming force, a part of Vaulkhar truly believed there was the possibility for defeat. Perhaps his father felt the same. His gaze slid towards the palace once more as he took a few seconds to rest on a lone balcony overlooking the city. The outer limits of the city had become a warzone in which he narrowly avoided. Explosions lit up the dome, drowning out the horrified screams of the dying.
It was at that moment, whether by a stroke of luck or guidance by the force that a stray Mandalorian exited their apartment to depart the home. Vaulkhar straightened and deactivated his cloaking device. He reached forward and took the stranger by surprise before slamming his head down into the guardrailing numerous times. With a brief exchanging of blows, Vaulkhar managed to beat the man into submission. The Sith Lord opted to leave the man alive.
"Enough blood shall be spilt this day," he muttered softly. As his gaze scanned the man's body, a grin pulled at the corners of his lips. Vaulkhar undid the man's jetpack before sliding it over his shoulders. With the aid of his HUD he began to plot out a path through the city.
It had become painstakingly obvious the city was well defended and the deeper he traveled the more dangerous it inevitably become. Fortunately, he did not see anything that was capable of picking up on his cloaked form. At least not yet anyway. With a sigh he reactivated his cloaking device and continued the journey through the city via the lesser guarded sectors. It was slow going for the most part due to the means in which he ensured his overall safety, but with the aid of the force the Sith Lord was able to clear numerous streets at a time in a matter of a moment.
"I'm going to wring your neck myself when I find you, old man."
Vaulkhar passed into the Inner City, the palace grounds growing ever closer.
Scherezade was never really great about taking direct orders. Certain things, like duck, sure, since that came more out of a sense of self perseverance rather than being given a grocery list of do this not that. But kneel? That wasn't in the lexicon. She'd never even kneeled to those who ran the Confederacy, and Force knew she was with those people for the better part of the previous two years, both in life and in failed death.
But by the Force, the tuna can was fast. Faster than any Mandalorian she'd fought before. But Scherezade was nothing if not prepared for a fight. The feats of the body were no strangers to her, and often had she been seen moving fast enough to be perceived as little more than motion blur by those not attuned to the Force.
As the Mandalorian moved, so did she. She caught the beginning of the movement from the corner of her eye, but she had no intention of dodging it, instead moving to come closer to him. Unless he moved quickly enough to dodge her, she would end her own blur of a move with her body pressed against his, her lightsabers still ignited, though they would not do much damage in the scenario considering beskar had a good resistance to them.
If the Mandalorian moved quickly enough to avoid their bodies pressing, Scherezade was more than ready finish her move close to the ground, hopefully avoiding being captured by the whip, though most likely not fast enough to avoid getting hit by it entirely.
The sound of [member="Nicair Claden"] speaking registered somewhere in the back of her mind - but she was focused on 50 shades of Mando for the time being.
The sound of two lightsaber blades flaring to life in harmony accompanied Darth Avacyn setting foot in Sundari. Countless Mandalorians ready to defend their home awaited the Sith and now one of their Triumvirs had made her way into the city. She waited for nobody as she strode forward, tightly grasping the ignited blades pointing towards the ground. Blaster fire shot towards her from one of the buildings and without even casting a passing glance at it her left hand flicked upwards, flourishing her blade to effortlessly deflect the bolt. The woman drew from the single most powerful source of the Dark side now, a well of power opened by the death of her wife. An unholy union of grief, anger, hatred. Wrath. The Force was never within her grasp the way it was now.
Avacyn continued moving forward, uncaring for those behind her. As she moved through the city limits her eyes met with the first Mandalorian in her way, who immediately sought cover behind an abandoned speeder and opened fire. One by one the blasted bolts were deflected, leaving scorchmarks in nearby buildings as they found purchase in their walls.
Then, she lept. The Mandalorian defender could no longer count on the speeder for cover as Avacyn used the Force to close the distance and then some, causing her to land behind him. A quick pivot with her feet, a flourish of one blade to slice his blaster in half, a sweep of the other to separate his head from his shoulders. The still-helmeted head rolled away from the body as it crumpled to the floor.
Avacyn screamed, and the very ground underneath her shook.
Scherezade and the Mando wasted no time getting very close and personal. He wasn’t sure what trouble looked like to his ally, or what manner of interference he could provide without her becoming collateral to his methods of destruction. That concern washes away from him as something steps into the destroyed bottom floor of the residential building, and begins to speak.
“An incantation....not as effective as the real thing.” Bedrovelse was surprised, he could be the only thing to which the voice referred. That surprise was followed by confusion. Either a very force savvy stealth trooper had wandered into his midst, or a Jedi with a preference for cloaked tactics had tracked him down. The sword, he internally groaned, was indeed a beacon to his enemies.
While the voice was not wrong, just ignorant of Hevn’s struggle. There was a time that he preferred to employ those powers, and had done so with mastery. Upon becoming sithspawn however, his very existence made his aura too pungent to hide without the assistance of magic. It was too great and too wild for Hevn to subdue to levels that would functionally escape detection, and so he forsook then. This wasn’t to say that Hevn was more powerful than any other being on this battlefield, simply that the implicit darkness of his nature made his aura ‘loud’.
What Hevn could not imagine or dream in any possibility of the concept, was that a Sith would be fighting against Sith, and for Mandos. He incorrectly concludes that the second round of taunting, without no trace of Dun Moch, but be coming from a Jedi. Who else would feel remorse for a culture that murdered force users on principle? Only something even weaker and more despicable. He was going to get to crush Jedi and Mandalorians in one day and that was a thing of absolute beauty.
The thing was that as far as enemies went, Hevn held the Mandalorians above ALL. No other culture of beings had ever inspired hatred and strife in his heart the way they did. The list of brothers Hevn lost to their campaigns and crusades was in the dozens. They were hardened, relentless, disciplined, and above all, however much Hevn hated it, they had belief in something. That belief never wavered. Never changed. Jedi and Sith came in all kinds of shapes, sizes, colors, and belief systems. Bedrovelse is no exception to that.
The irony of the words the man chose next made him both sick and humored. It was approaching cloaked, and claimed Hevn was hiding from him? If you mean to challenge, then why not do so as openly as the Mandalorian? At least the Mandalorian had the sack to open the floor to the challenge and wait for answer. The duo had. Scherezade offering herself to the dance floor while no doubt Hevn and the Mandalorians stalking the street would wait to see for whom the tide turned.
Secondly, it charged him with a crime for which Hevn was unashamedly guilty, but...if it had seen him...if it had known it to be Hevn, he let it happen. The only way he could know which of the two had executed the child was to see it and have allowed it. Hevn had no qualms killing a child that would be raised to do the same as their fathers, and grandfathers. Would would have children and grandchildren raised to do the same. Kill all force users. Like killing a sarlaac or a rancor in infancy before it grew to make you regret that it had see the day it’s large enough to hurt you. That someone would do nothing, and then say something, was a crime worse in Hevn’s mind than the actual slaying. It took a monster to kill without mercy or remorse, it took a demon to do so against things to weak to fight back, but it took a wretch to just standby and watch.
The Sith approaching Hevn had done an amazing job of misleading his thought process down all the wrong avenues, but that was also going to come at a price. The figure had inspired Hevn as though he was about to get to crush a very useless, mouthy, tree hugging bucket lover. Hevn felt a disgust and contempt that was likely to rival and mirror that of the Sith, from their vastly different perspectives of the situation.
Hevn is standing in the center of his eye, aware that whatever was upon him must be close enough to see it. Within the confines of his bubble he pulls the dark side to himself. His disdain fumes like burning city, and the furnace is his hatred obliterates the hold of his own spell. Hevn’s near seven foot frame emerges from nothingness. The putrid angry cloud of his darkness declaring himself to all who could feel it. The qixoni gem on his left hand gauntlet gleams bloody bright. It was time for scum to die.
While Hevn was aware of the direction from which the voice came, it was not beyond him to imagine such a skulked could project his voice or mislead him in that sense. As a precaution Hevn has to take his attack to the next level. His left arm back hands the air, much as it had the child in the street, and a Force Wave rips out from his location in a 360 degrees. The debris, remains of furniture, and other appliances are thrown towards the walls along with hopefully whoever intended to attack him. With any luck it would get crushed, but Hevn was not so foolish as to be hopeful. Secondly, their battlefield was smaller than the street, but would be cleared flat for the engagement to come.
He would not flush his enemy out with words, or waste energy trading them. Hevn’s right hand is still gripping his Sith katana, and it’s hunger and excitement grow. Someone had answered it’s call to play, it was going to eat to it’s heart’s content this day. Hevn’s focus begins drawing on it again, opening his senses and letting his feelings flood them. Any ripple in the water and he would feel it, and be ready to act.
"I see the insolence of the Australis cur in this mongrel, this must be Reyn."
The familiarity with which the Dark Lord acknowledged the younger Mandalorian would undoubtedly come as a surprise, as the two had never met before in their lives. But with his dealings with the Mand'alor, the Emperor had managed to coax much out of her in their moments of isolation and intimacy. Knowledge that the Emperor now used to his benefit, to identify all of the things that Yasha held dear and hold them over a roaring flame.
Some of them even leapt into the flames willingly, as evident by the boy's empty bravado.
"Should you tell him, Yasha? Tell him what you did?"
She lunged at him, a terrible roar bursting free from her lips. The Emperor did not move, he remained implacable despite the ferocity of the younger woman's assault. He twirled his bladed glaive 'round and 'round in his hands even as the former Mand'alor swung around her weapon in a horizontal arc towards him. Right before it was about to come into his vicinity, he struck out with his weapon to catch its blade against that of Yasha's polearm, the momentum of either weapons equalizing as both ground to a sudden halt. The impact was enough to rattle the bones in their arms, pure Epicanthix strength pushing against pure Epicanthix strength.
Carnifex reached out to grab the shaft of the weapon, locking his fingers tightly around it before whipping around with his weapon to strike at Yasha's helmet or upper breastplate.
The Battle Sister's lightsaber clashed against the beskad that had been drawn against her. She pushed forward just as the Mandalorian shifted their stance, it would have remained a stalemate had it not been for Kaalia's Force Scream. Charlyra took the opportunity to wench the suit of metal right off the soldier, Beskar, Mandalorian Iron reacted to magnetism the same as any other metal and as she honed in on his beskad it went flying toward one of his brothers. While he still held a look of dismay, Charlyra severed his head from his body.
Charlyra stood a moment gathering herself, and looked left and right as other Mandalorians drew closer. The Battle Sister gave them a smirk and welcomed them even and as they set themselves into a charge she flipped over them. Using the momentum gained, she let out her own Force Roar knocking them over like pins at a rumble lane. The Dark Side was so alive here as hatred, pain, and anger flourished all around them. Such energy was heaven for a Sith, let alone a sister of the Valkyrie.
As they set to get to their feet Charlyra used telekinesis to strip them of their weapons. Haughty laughter from them as they now urged her to charge them, and instead she only winked before focusing on debris behind them group. Calling it forward to flatten them - if only briefly and again they were sent to the ground. It was here that the Battle Sister took note of their surroundings, they would have to make it to the back lines and get rid of the machines if they were going to make a break in the lines. "Master," Charlyra called out, her breather mask distorting her voice. She gestured toward the tanks and walkers - if they were going to make an impact here they could not afford to toy with the foot soldiers. Such battles were better left to the Sith-Imperial Legion who no doubt would be making their way in via the tunnels created by the Rumblers.
Deep within Sundari Palace at the very tip of the protective shield over the Sundari Palace, high at the edge of the overlapping Bral fields was a shimmering glow, a shift and then a sudden rip. The veil had been torn and natural law so grossly violated it reacted with a shrieking protest as a rift in reality was opened into the physical world.
Then he came.
A dark shape emerged from the rift, a hulking brute clad in dark armor easily eclipsing eight feet in height dropped from the sky like a falling meteor, he crashed through the roof the building breaking under the speed of his immense bulk. He immediately dropped inside and reached for the first person he saw. Even under the effects of a Bral field the giant was so powerfully build, so strong he grabbed a surprised guardsman and ripped the head off his shoulders with a demonic roar. It was unreal, unnatural, wrong just how dangerous he was when faced with monstrously strong, similarly sized guardsmen. The carnage that unfolded painted the halls in a deep, spattering crimson sheen to the symphony of sickening bone cracks and tearing sinew. A storm of fire erupted as he made his way down a hall, unleashing a torrent of fire all on his own.
The Lord of Lies trudged along the upper halls locked in glorious combat against the golden guardsman.
C A R A _ D A L G A S Objective | Recon and Sabotage Company | Dragoons & Nightseers
The city had been breached and all that was left was for the Imperial Legion to come in and wipe out the existing armed forces. Walls were crumbling and buildings collapsed as munitions flew through the air. Not to say that Cara and her troops were completely out of the fire, rather they had come into contact with hostiles not long after departing from the Rumblers they came in as enemy troops came to investigate. From an elevated perch she would observe the streets, watching as enemy forces converged on the Rumblers that were above ground, the personnel carriers simply holding their position as they laid out oppressive fields of laser fire. Her gaze would shift as she eyed an active tank firing at the breach. A few moments would pass before the ground started to crumble beneath the tank, a metallic arm belonging to a Bandit Annihilator droid bursting through the surface as it pressed against the bottom of the tank. A burst of light would erupt as it began to unload a barrage of powerful laser bolts through the tank and its crew, perforating the hull as it was neutralized, the Bandit's arm disappearing as it burrowed off to find another unsuspecting target. For now they would serve as a brief distraction as most of the enemy's attention was focused towards the large breach in the eastern wall of Sundari's dome, giving Cara and her troops some time to recon the enemy's defenses and fortifications.
Cara's gaze would follow the trails of missiles that were barraging the breach, following them to the missile batteries stationed along the outer perimeter of the city behind the defensive tank line that the Mandalorians had established; or at least what remained of the defensive tank line on the eastern city limits after the Rumblers and Bandits were through with them. The unfortunate Legionnaires to enter the breach first would be obliterated as missile barrages came in, sending body parts flying while others were instantly vaporized, an unfortunate loss of troops after the single Sunburn missile that managed to avoid getting shot down had entirely decimated the Sith's fodder troop wave. Such was war though, there was nothing that could be done about it apart from dealing with the problem. She would activate her comms as she reported to General Vexen, advising he stay his forces for a brief moment to allow for the missile batteries to be dealt with. She would receive a simple and short response from the Anzati, " Make it quick Captain...The Mandalorians are in disarray and attempting to regroup. The longer we delay pressing the attack and our advantage, the more time they have to recuperate. "
Locations were already being highlighted in her HUD, marking the locations of the missile batteries as she dispatched her Dragoons to handle them. A report was coming in from her second in command who operated the Nightseer detachment that had inserted and breached through the North and South; The Nightseers primary function in the battle was mostly remaining to the shadows and feeding battlefield information. Currently they were reporting that forces were being diverted from the North and South were being diverted to the breach. A Rumbler would explode in a ball of fire in the distance as Cara was relaying intel to the General. A deep rumbling could be felt in the distance outside the wall, though with all the smoke and fire it would be difficult for the Mandalorians to discern what was coming. Judging by how the General responded, he did not seem even remotely fazed by the knowledge that the enemy was diverting a majority of their forces to the breach. After all, they had the dome surrounded. ___
As Cara was relaying information a blip would appear in her HUD, slowly approaching her from behind. She'd whip around to see a Mandalorian wielding a Bes'kad attempting to cleaver her in two. Her report would be paused as the Mandalorian warrior let out a warcry and swung at her, attempting to strike her from the shoulder down to her torso. Her suit's thrusters would flare to life as she shot herself backward a short distance, enough so that the blade would swing and miss before activating her thrusters once more to send a rocket powered knee into the man's helmeted head, disorienting him as she grabbed the blade wielding arm. Another expert burst of her thrusters would send her flying over the hostile as their bones cracked and snapped before she threw the man across the room. She'd unholster her twin blaster pistols as she began to pepper the Mandalorian who activated an arm shield on his one good arm to block the shots before attempting to rush her. Some of her shots would glance off his beskar'gam as he attempted to tackle her to the ground, though Cara was trained especially well for handling close quarter combat.
She'd shift her aim and fire off a shot at the man's legs, the force more or less kicking him off balance as he fell forward flat on his face in a groan of pain. The Dragoon captain would walk over to the fallen warrior as she slipped her foot under him before tossing him onto his back. She'd level a pistol at the man's helmeted head before firing. The shot would bounce off, denting it as she paused. Oh right. Mandalorians and their meddlesome armor. As thick as their skulls... She'd press her knee into the struggling Mando's chest with her other foot planted on his one functioning arm as she presses the barrel of her pistol to the small gap where the head went into the helmet before squeezing the trigger. A single shot would go off and the Mandalorian would go limp as she stood up and resumed her report to the General while her troops were getting into position to ambush the missile batteries.
Post #: 2
Allies: UCM and Allies
Location: ArmaTech City, Concord Dawn
Objective: Defend Concord Dawn
Quintus had been proven right. The Sith had come to his homelands to pick a fight. Reports came in of fighting on Manda'yaim itself, and dogfights where Sith and Mandalorian fleets had engaged one another. He had flicked his energy shield on, beskad unsheathed. They were coming, the dark creatures of the Sith.
And to him, the sky seemed to darken. The thrum of insectoid wings began fill the air. A sense of fear spread into his heart, but he resisted. No, he would not falter. Not like he did so many years ago. Not when his people were in their most dire hour.
As the wasps descended upon the city, he would not allow fear to conquer him. He began slicing at them with his sword, cleaving the beasts as he encountered them. He saw noxious green fog vomit into the air. The Sith had brought some sort of monstrosity beyond the swarm that came down like a plague from the gods.
Throughout this battle, as he let the insectoid bastards taste his beskad's point, his mind flashed back to his years among the Hellyni. The Spathi and their dedication to war and family. How much that he had learned from them. One particular phrase stuck with him: E tan e epi tas.
"Come back with your shield, or on it." He snarled under his helmet. If that was the will of the gods, then this day will either bring victory or death for him. For Cadera! For Mandalore!
Location: Planetside Allies: The Sith Empire Enemies: United Clans of Mandalore; [member="Kaine Australis"] Objective: Distract the Green Machine Post: 8
Even within the Inner City, the ground shook. Dust, dirt and grime long dormant shifted and fell to the streets below as the fighting reverberated throughout the whole domed city. At one point an explosion far behind Vaulkhar swept him off his feet and slammed him against the exterior wall of one of the various buildings. Fortunately he was deep within one alleyway and far enough from any particular grouping of troops. It had become more and more difficult the closer he got to the palace. Eventually the force simply did not come to his aid, becoming a distant memory as he delved deeper into the city.
Vaulkhar forced his way into one apartment complex before moving quickly to the top. His hand reached back momentarily to familiarize himself with the jetpack now slung over his shoulders. He of course hoped it would work for the wild plan he was concocting during the climb, but it would take timing, skill, and a whole lot of luck to come to fruition.
The door to the roof was slowly pushed open before Vaulkhar creeped outside. His helmeted head settled on the palace. Dozens of soldiers roamed the palace grounds, making his goals to either find his father or deal with whomever directed the defenses, much harder. The idea to fly up towards the palace came to mind, however he momentarily brushed it off. As more time passed and nothing else came to mind, Vaulkhar released and aggravated sigh. The city was designed in a way that greatly vexed the Sith Lord. A part of him knew he had to get to the palace. He also knew the only "safe" route might be through dozens of meters of open air with nothing to hide behind.
Cloaking device or not, the force emitted by the jetpack would be seen and heard. While Vaulkhar would remain mostly unseen, it be nonsensical to believe someone would believe a rogue jetpack was flying towards the palace.
There wasn't really another option as far as he knew.
With a deep breath to lead him forward, Vaulkhar dashed towards the edge and leaped from the roof. He activated the jetpack and began to direct himself upward. Aiming to approach the palace from above, the Sith Lord continued his climb. Shots from various blasters whizzed by as he began the slow dive towards the palace at growing speeds. A large enough balcony for a cozy landing came into view, resulting in a shift in direction for the halfbreed. The closer he got the more intensely the fire came with dozens of bolts blasting past him, some even grazing his armor, only to disperse as the energy came into contact with the armorweave bodysuit beneath. Vaulkhar was perhaps a dozen meters from the balcony and breaking line of sight from the guards before Kaine Australis wandered onto the balcony.
"Oh that's unlucky."
Doing the only thing that came to mind, Vaulkhar aimed a booted foot at the Mandalorian. He deactivated both the cloaking device and the jetpack as his foot collided with the Mandalorian general's helmeted head. The duo tumbled into the hallway together. As Vaulkhar landed he rolled a few feet and pushed himself up to face the stranger before him.
The outer walls of Sundari proved less than worthy a foe. Between the powerful, thunderous strike from his own blade and the electricity that impregnated the Beskar with immense heat, and the explosive report from [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"], a hundred meter hole now existed in the dome that had once been thought unassailable. The Stormtroopers wasted no time funneling into the newly opened entryway, moving with purpose toward anything that they could use.
With Slicers on hand to make the lifts cooperative, all it took was the brilliant mind of a demolitions expert to turn the cargo bay equipment into a series of thift-store explosives that would see much more structural damage to the interior dome as time went by.
As they went about their business and got connected with the proper command for their new orders, Alkor moved purposefully through the corridors of Sundari toward the Outer City, where the enemy was making their stand. He could feel the conflict beyond, where other enemies had taken up arms to defend the Palace and the Inner City.
He made it to the point where he could see the engagment, glancing around for any sign of an influential opponent. Anyone who's fall meant a drop in morale.
