Scratching Names Off The Naughty List [Sith Empire VS Mandalorians - Invasion of Yaga Minor]

[Marcus Faust]

So he was calling his bluff, his men. But Marcus had a few tricks of his own up his sleeve, slamming to the ground with a resounding thud as they fell from orbit, three pods landed. As the doors flew off a crimson saber from one, cut the branch holding up the soldier, then in a blur of speed a golden figure snatched him up before he could fall. The saber returned to its owner who stood and faced the figure through the smoke. Suddenly six crimson blades, including the one already ignited, lit up in reverse grips, and their users stepped forward, Marcus' saber guard, and they'd formed a perimeter around the soldier.


Silently landing behind the figure, was Marcus himself, who ignited his saber, though leaving it on this time. "I'd surrender now, it'll make life a whole lot easier." Marcus said bluntly, staring down the figure.

@[member="HK-36"]

 

[Zykhan]

RIVER GROUP
DUEL: @[member="Basaba Willamina"]

There he was, trapped again like a damn rat. He had let himself fall victim to these tricks cast by the Mandalorians. He had allowed his entire squad to get slaughtered and he allowed the opposition to get the upper hand. There was no denying the severity of the mission at hand, and he knew he had to do whatever it took to ensure his survival. He had very little concentration left to devote to the Force, and very little Force powers to spare. His alabaster skin was painted with mud and greens, his robes had been torn to shreds in the excitement, and his armor was being melted as he spoke.

The Mandalorian female taunted him; question his authenticity as a warrior, questioning his honor. That would not stand with Mortivious but at the same time he didn’t want to get himself killed over his own pride, he knew better than that. He saw the frag grenade drop next to him and he knew he couldn’t outrun whatever trap the hunter had waiting for him if he tried to evade. His mind was racing to make up for the lack of Force to instruct him, he had not used his real instincts in quite some time. He had almost no time left to decide so he tried his luck with escaping. The Sith apprentice leapt from his crouching position and decided to tuck and roll away, but at the exact same time he decided to do that the frag grenade exploded, sending him flying toward the trees ahead.

He landed on his back, the wind knocked out of him, but somehow he managed to avoid too much serious damage, his already damaged leg was hurting more but the Sith were trained to endure much stronger pain. @[member="Aedan Miles"] voice of salvation rang through just at the right time, Mortivious chiming in. “I need an evac, they’ve got me pinned down and are somehow suppressing my Foce abilities, send me a ship.” He stood up, resting most of his weight on his fully intact foot. “I’ll hold her off until then.”

He stumbled forward, taking a moment to regain his footing through the pain. “Honor me with a real duel then.” He shouted from behind a tree, using it for cover. “You’ve stripped me of most of my Force abilities. Duel me one on one, what could you stand to lose?” He made sure to muster whatever Force control he had left to evade the slew of blaster bolts he was half expecting to come whizzing by him in response.

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="Kila Cadau"], @[member="Paega Anginous"], @[member="Allison Willamina"], @[member="Noah Corek"]

As a matter of fact many of the soldiers from the newly arrived Omegan platoon were not utilising blasters, but boltguns of the Mark Two variant. These fired explosive rounds, which could not be blocked by lightsabres and detonated on impact, so force pushing them would inevitably backfire. However, on the flip side they had a slow rate of fire and a law ammunition capacity.

Regardless the Omegan troopers kept up a steady volley as the Sith retreated, bolters barking, though the first line soon had to reload their magazines, with the shooting being taken over by a fireteam of soldiers with light repeaters, salvoes of red laser bolts being sprayed towards the fleeing Sith soldiers. The laser fire returned towards them by the Sith forced the Omegans into cover, two overeager Omegan soldiers were blasted and sent into the realm of the dead. But they had a very visible trail to the woods in form of dead Sith. The smell of death filled the air, of burnt and charred flesh, to Moira it was normalcy. There was no exultation, no reaction at all. Eyes flashed as she homed in on the Sith who had taken cover in the woods, the flash of a crimson lightsabre had not escaped her. A force-user....now things were getting interesting from the perspective of the HRD. Some laser bolts had struck Moira, but while smoke came off her armour and she twitched slightly, she was not seriously damaged yet.

"Bring down the trees on them. Give them an inferno," she ordered flatly, indicating the heavy weapons troopers in the platoon. One of the soldiers wielding a missile launcher loaded a missile into it and, placing the heavy weapon above his shoulder, squeezed the trigger, sending the deadly explosive flying through the air towards one of the larger trees, quickly reloading the heavy weapon to fire another missile. Almost in the same moment other soldiers opened fire with bolters, explosive rounds barking out. Moira advanced, apparently even as blaster fire from the Sith came towards her, firing two rounds at a tree already under fire with her boltgun before she grabbed two incendiary grenades and, perfectly calculating the velocity and the force needed with all the calculating power of a machine, pulled the pin and hurled them with great strength. These were not ordinary grenades, but Anti-Force User Grenades that had been provided for the Pyre by Sergeant Martin. Any change in acceleration would cause them to go off prematurely once they were safely out of the way of the thrower due to an internal fuse. "Corek, have your men move to flank and cut down escaping Sith," she ordered at that.

 

[Jsc]

Yagai City Outskirts
Vs: @Kaine Zambranohttp://starwarsrp.net/user/136-kaine-zambrano/ & The Blackblades (p5)

It was time to break the spell. Karen raised a high block in Form V to match. Echoing the smashing weight. She gave ground by digging dirt, gritted her teeth, and digging in her heels. She could take it. Her Force and faith was unwavering. Only the ground buckled like a quake. The powers of Master's rising.

She spun up her staff and cut upwards with the lower blade. A Rising Ocean to counter the Falling Mountain. The Force was snapping like a dragon all around her senses. Two iron wills, fighting for control. Like crashing waves upon a distant shore. She countered the darkness with light.

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Marcus Faust"]
And so, Marcus has walked right into HK's trap.
Once his additional Sith Knights had grabbed the trapped soldier, they would realize then why he was pulled into fetal position, his body was clenching a large explosive trap. It was too late for them, as they grabbed him the trap was trigger in the right moment, obviously someone was watching them to trigger it so.
Large fireball and rain of shrapnel projected from the trap, as the additional Sith Knights Marcus summoned screamed out, their screams quickly silenced by the blast and fire of the explosion, their bodies skewered with shrapnel and fractures of the trap, their corpses covered in blood and gore of the booby-trapped soldier.

To make things worse, Marcus could have seen three holes from a shatterpistol projectiles, perhaps he would be able to notice them at the same time he noticed that the dark figure he was speaking was a shadowy hologram, projecting from a small spherical object in the foliage.

As Marcus' knights flew back, blasted by the explosion from the soldier they held, something silently shimmered behind him, a quick distortion as with a sudden hiss-snap a white blade of a lightsaber was thrust, aimed to slam into his back.
It seemingly emanated out of nowhere before the visage of whoever held it quivered and shimmered, the camouflage of his cloak, which was literally a cloak, returning to its light-grey state, a metal hand thrust out along with the blade, aimed to grip Marcus' throat if he would be unable to react to the surprise. The droid also had his sound dampeners activated, making him eerily silent as he sprung the trap on Marcus.

HK was adorned in his usual thick armor, helmet adorning his head, he was possessing his combat body at this time, his other weaponry hanging off of his belt.

 

[Caulder Dune]

GROUNDSIDE, FOREST
#TEAMROFLSTOMP

@[member="Marcus Faust"] | @[member="HK-36"] | @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] | @Jacen Cavill

Tyrin had watched, but when Marcus and his Saber Guard approached the trap, he intervened.

A powerful force push buffeted Marcus and his Saber Guard, attempting to fling them to the side and out of harm's way (or mostly) when they came within range of the trap. HK-36's attack would find nothing, meet no-one, and his trap would leave Marcus' retinue unfettered. Tyrin had provided the Knight with those five Saber guards. He would be damned before he saw them wasted. The Umbaran blinked into existence, a Force cloak vanished, standing to the right of the droid.

"Pesky droid. I remember you." Sniggered Tyrin, now older and having allowed his hair to grow for a change. "I want my mask back."

A violet blade ignited in Tyrin's hand. A new lightsaber- one with an electrum finish. A symbol of his retirement.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

GROUNDSIDE, FOREST

@[member="HK-36"] thought himself a king among lessers: superior because of his age and body count. And he sat on that superiority like a throne.

He needed to be broken.

A pale hand pushed aside foliage, revealing a blue-eyed, raven haired man. Clad in a leather jacket and plain black clothes, Mikhail casually walked into view of an explosion. A blistering wave of heat washed over his face even at this distance. Eyes readjusting, Mikhail blinked rapidly, the vision of destruction slowly being revealed before him. He glanced over to where @[member="Marcus Faust"] stood, about to be impaled by a hunter killer droid. HK-36 to be exact. Mikhail didn't exactly care who the droid was... he didn't care about Marcus' survival either. But the Lord of Chaos had come to do what he did best: ruin the best laid plans.

Then, a familiar figure stepped in and swooped.

Of all the people, @[member="Tyrin Ardik"] came to Marcus Faust's rescue. Funny, he thought Tyrin retired to a speeder dealership after being cast down. And here they met again, on the battlefield. Mikhail felt nothing for Tyrin. Perhaps a bit of derision, but not hatred. The Thronebreaker felt so very little these days. It seemed the adage would hold true.

Mikhail smirked at Tyrin. "Enemy of my enemy, blah, blah....."

Shorn's ice-blue eyes gazed mischievously at the HK and he raised a hand full of little metal balls. He blew the droid a kiss that sent fifty phrik ball bearings slightly smaller than a knuckle bone screeching through the air with enough force to puncture beskar.

"...boom."

 

[Dakil]

Aboard the Harbinger
Yaga Minor [SPACE]
ORBAT:
1 x Pellaeon-class MKII Star Destroyer (Upgraded) - Harbinger (Flagship)
2 x Xo'Xaan-class Star Destroyers - Breaking Silence and Eternal
10 x Subjugator-class Assault Ships (Second Loadout) - Blaze, Shepherd, Blood Funnel, Vengeance, Bonegrinder, Crimson Sparks, Hell's Angel, Dragon's Mistress, Damnation, and Resolute

Almost 720 droid fighters had already been deployed from the Subjugators. A whopping fighter screen was set in place with the heavy guns of the Xo'Xaan's firing continuously. TD-30 tromped along the bridge of the Harbinger, a metallic hand curved up towards the bottom of his head in a thoughtful manner. The droid's internal processors and modified cognitive functions kicked in as he watched the battle from afar, his internal comlink analyzing the data that had been endlessly streaming into his software. An electronic voice barked out stoic orders, "Breaking Silence, Eternal, and Harbinger, move towards the hostile ships (@[member="Noah Corek"]). Fighters keep up the screening and target the gun positions of the enemy vessels."

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Tyrin Ardik"] @Marcus Faust @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]
A force push should be able to save Marcus, however, it would do little to help his guards, since they HELD the trap in their arms, the trap would then be pushed WITH them, still doing its work.

As for Tyrin and Mikhail, they took their time to talk, as usual Sith do, as well as Mikhail had to take his time to raise his hand with ball bearings and blow them.

Yeah, HK was not going to wait for that.
As long as either of them showed up, it was unclear who showed up first, Tyrin just kind of popping up or Mikhail strolling in, HK's hand went to his belt in lightning-fast reflex, before the two could finish first sentences a large cloud of mixes of gasses erupted from the belt as cans of grenades his the ground. It seems that the cloud was a mixture of gasses, both smoke cover as well as Force breaker, which would begin to overpower them, especially Tyrin who was in close proximity.

By the time Mikhail did his hand-blowing trick, the ball bearings flew through empty air, HK was gone with the parlor trick of smoke cover.

@[member="Moira Skaldi"]
The HRD who was relatively close would receive a simple ping. Basic and mute signal, but she knew what it meant.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

GROUNDSIDE, FOREST


Blink. Gone.

No, @[member="HK-36"] would not be getting away so easily.

To defeat the force breaker toxins, Shorn did something magical. He held his breath. With a swift wave of his hand he launched a telekinetic pressurized wave of air that swept away the gasses like the afternoon sun burns away the morning fog. Then he delved deep into the Force, his powers bolstered by the Soulsaber at his hip, and he unleashed an unholy torrent of Force lightning from his left hand that crackled throughout the surrounding area, both were HK had been, where he might have gone, and where he probably was now.

Droids were fast, but the Dark Side was so much more.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

DUEL
@[member="Darth Mortivious"]

Basaba watched as the troop transport arrived, then another and another with the armored tanks. Her gaze perked up when he challenged her to a duel. A darker gleam coming over her face at the thought of taking the sith down a beg. She stood there not hunching over but her full six foot could be seen. The voice box making her inflections known as she spoke. "Fine then, one on one. Just us dar'jetii. Since you challenged me I will pick the conditions and I call for hand to hand. No weapons but our fists and feet." Her smirk wasn't visible but it was there and Basaba handed the pistol over to her sister while the super commando's filed out. The tanks began to acquire a position.

She could hear it over the radio, someone had been talking and giving away their location and tanks mortors could do so much. The canderous tanks prepared to fire on the FOB while Basaba strolled forward letting all but the flute on her hip go. The white armored Sorcha held her gear while the techies of the groups Zoey did as needed. Basaba held her hands out to her side and presented the armored hands. Yes they would be wearing armor as stripping down in a battle was foolish so just meant they would hist harder as her fists clenched then opened.

"Come on then, show me what your made of." She wasn't a fool and the other mandalorians still had their weapons ready while scanning the area. If the sith wanted to claim honor and try to attack her she could beat him with a rock. Or stab him with a stick. For now she wanted to test his strength with a simple challenge. Interlock hands and see who could over power the other.

 

[Jacen Cavill]

The Forest
Groundside

@Marcus Faust | @HK-36 | @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] | @[member="Tyrin Ardik"]

Standing nearly two meters tall, the powerful Sith Master already had his single lightsaber in his hand. The battle at hand was for the Empire which he loosely served, and his now activated, crimson blade was ready for battle. To say an invasion wasn't reason enough for him to come out from his secret life was like saying a moth wasn't attracted to flame. Force-killing ring and glasses were waiting for him on Coruscant. The swanky suits that didn't fit quite right were traded in for armor, and he was wearing Moridn's Gauntlet he had won in the auction. His other arm was empty, save for the Iron Skin Armor Weave he wore with simple durasteel plates over his chest and back. The hum of his blade was near inaudible thanks to everything that was going on, but his rage was already building.

Stupid fools, he though to himself as he took position.

They were all facing HK-36 while he had come out of the woods from behind, having carved a path of bodies on his way over. All of his rage built up instantaneously, a skill he had only been able to harness now that he was a Master. What would have taken minutes of precious time, or even seconds a few years ago happened in a millisecond. The fire traveled up his spin, as the darkside pooled into him and shot forth from his eyes.

"Burn droid, burn."

His gaze was locked on as it tried it's parlor tricks, and no simple machine was going to dodge a blow that could destroy force users and tanks on it's own.

 

[Caulder Dune]

GROUNDSIDE, FOREST
#TEAMROFLSTOMP

@[member="HK-36"] | @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] | @Jacen Cavill

Of course, Tyrin had pushed them out of the way prior to the poor Sith soldier landing in the saber guard's arms. They would be fine. This would, of course, tarnish HK-36's reputation as a ridiculous machine of war, but such things had to happen to everyone eventually. Mayhaps the Hunter-Killer droid could take his licks instead of trying to run. Or was one washed up Emperor, a Sith-gone-CEO, and a sociopathic rogue simply too much for the droid to handle? The same droid that had apparently slain three Emperors?

"Nope." Said Tyrin simply, taking position beside Shorn and releasing his own torrent of lightning upon the droid. Unless the droid had somehow been modified by Gods themselves, there would be little to no escape. Tyrin, like most human beings, could both talk and do things at the same time.

"Another coward to die with their back turned, apparently."

 

[Allison Willamina]

@[member="Moira Skaldi"], @Kila Cadau, @Paega Anginous, @Noah Corek

Allison watched as the sith retreated into the woods and the sounds of transports, of armor rolling towards them came. The large mandalorian hefted the turrets and set them on the harness checking the ammo while she shouldered in each hand a missile launcher. What was work for one of the others she could easily lift as the womans notion of dropping tree's on them was welcomed. Violence to answer their violence and she fired the missiles getting the others to reload her to fire again. This is what she was best at, being a walking tank who now saw a Canderous tank while she spoke. "How good is your aim?" She didn't know what Moira was but she did grab a bandoleer of thermals getting them activated and set before she spun around letting them loose. Into the tree's to detonate above the siths heads and send the fires into them. Now it was all about the attack and she looked to the Initiates with a nod while the e-web turret sat in her hands. She walked towards the river letting loose more fire into Paega's troopers and letting them see the full stature of the ten foot three mandalorian.

 

[HK-36]

@Tyrin Ardik @Marcus Faust @Mikhail Shorn @[member="Jacen Cavill "]@[member="Moira Skaldi"]

Unfortunately, it was too late,
HK was gone with the smoke, leaving them in the scorched meadow where his little skirmish took place. The place was silent now, more or less, only the crackling of burning wood and rising smoke sounded out.
In the foliage where the mix up and onslaught of force powers took place laid the small spherical projector, small red light flashing on it from time to time.

Somebody who practices evasion techniques is not going to stick around when more than one Sith Master tries to fight him.
Plus the Force Lightning stopped being effective against after the fifth time or so it was used against him, being a Sith's go-to weapon against him, he expected it to be used, as such it was something he suited his armor to protect him against it, Jacen had the best idea so far, as cool as Mikhail's ball bearings were, unfortunately, it missed by the time he caught up with them.

Gone with the Force pushed wind.

 

[Zykhan]

DUEL
@[member="Basaba Willamina"]
With the lack of blaster fire singing the branches just above his head, Mortivious figured her words were real and she wouldn’t betray him. Besides, what little Mortivious knew about the Mandalorians, he did know they believed in honor. Heavy boots walked from the cover, his gaze staying on the woman who had destroyed his squad. Her blood would spill for all the trouble she had put the Sith Apprentice through.

“You shall have your honor match. I will fight you with my bare hands.” The obelisk of a man shifted his weight around dramatically to make each of his steps appear far more intimidating, he had to compensate for the shooting pain traveling up his leg constantly. He stood fifteen feet in front of the woman, arms extended with hands out reay to go on the offensive. “I will show you your errors.”

Alaxander took a couple steps toward the warrior, awaiting her response.

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

A few moments after Adenn sent out his message to the other mandalorians someone responded, saying that a group of Mandalorians were about to attack a imperial squad and that he should be able to make it there to help "alright" he said and ran towards the location. He saw blaster fire, jumping off a ledge he activated his jet pack and drew his Mandalorian rippers.

@[member="Kila Cadau"]

 

[Basaba Willamina]

DUEL
@[member="Darth Mortivious"]

Basaba looked at the sith fully and closed that distance letting her helmet hide all of her expression. Her hand came up and she wiggled her fingers for a moment. An invitation, she wanted to see how strong her was before fighting him. "Come on then show me my error's dar'jetii and then I shall show you why you have already lost." Basaba kept a wicked smirk while finishing up. "Take my hands and lets see the might of the sith in your muscles."

 

[Moira Skaldi]

@[member="HK-36"], @Jacen Cavill, @[member="Mikhail Shorn"], @[member="Tyrin Ardik"], @[member="Marcus Faust"], @[member="Allison Willamina"]

Moira did indeed receive the ping, silent and mute, from HK as her minions presumably rained down hell upon the Sith in the forest. There was no verbal acknowledgement, no change in expression from the grim agent. She knew what it meant, apparently they had been successful. There was a flare in her eyes as she sent the transmission, so much more efficient than the verbal communication organics used. Tempest Squadron One to Four, priority target designated, you are weapons free. Implement Exterminatus solution. Carpet blanket.

Direct intervention was necessary, As much as HK's unwillingness to act like a proper machine and accept the necessity and imperative of processing all organics, she would like to keep him around for a bit. The message sent by her travelled at great speed and was picked by a flight of Inimicas, which had broken off from the small flotilla that HK had deployed. "Acknowledged, deploying," was the curt reply from the flight leader. Inimicas were heavy bomber-gunships, strictly speaking they were more meant for space combat than ground warfare, but these were high profile targets and in any case Moira did not care for protocol. Doubtless Sith Masters had awe-inspiring powers, but causing a blazing inferno would be most satisfying. As an old saying went, there was no such as overkill, there was only open fire and reload and this was one of the rare instances where Moira agreed with 'Exarch' Kerrigan.


Four Inimicas, four battering rams of destruction from above, soon came shooting through the air. One flight was all that could be spared, given how intense the battle in space must be. The small spherical projector that HK had left behind, which was flashing red from time to time was a beacon to help the squadron's aim. The fact that the meadow was rather scorched. Forcer-users might have magical powers, but there was the power of science and technology and right now it was being harnessed through bombers and the so the Inimicas surged towards the forest. Fingers swept over the controls as the gunnery officers of the four craft prepared the proton bomb dispenser, getting ready for release. In this case the proton bombs of the four craft were loaded with cluster munition, perfect for saturation bombardment.

The Sith had...very little time before the the bombers were above their location and the hatches opened for the bombs to drop down and unleash a blazing inferno.

Meanwhile further away Allison had linked up with her, looking very much like a living tank and apparently a real one linked up with them as well. "Very good," she said by way of response, holding her bolter in one hand like it weighed. "I approve of your style." She was totally going to board the tank.

 

[Paige Argous]

@[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Allison Willamina"] @Kila Cadau

Things were not at all looking good. Not good at all. Especially taking into account the fact that the trees that they had taken cover behind were now coming down on them, ablaze with fire from the missiles. As it also turned out, the shots that were being fired at Paega and her troops were explosive ones, and from what she could tell, Paega's Force nor lightsaber abilities were enough to block the incoming heavy fire.

As a burning tree crashed behind them, Paega made a split second decision. "Troopers, advance forward and out of the woods." said Paega simply. The stormtroopers advanced forward once more, no fear visible on their expresionless helmets. About five stormtroopers had died from the fire in the woods, and another good half a dozen were down from the downpour of blaster from enemy lines.

Although things certainly looked bad from the Imperial side, Paega could've cared less really. After taking a deep breath, the blonde Sith Knight charged forward, taking advantage of every opportunity that the Force gave her in rushing forward quicker than any ordinary soldier could. Utilizing the Force Speed, Paega soon arrived within the radius of the enemy line. Not giving her enemies any more time than to blast her down, Paega quickly extended out her hands, concentrated in balling all of her hate, fury, and frustration at the enemy before expelling it forth from her, generating quite a powerful Force Push. It was true that her enemy's grenades and ammunition may have been immune to the Force, but her enemy themselves were not.