Since Everyone is Ripping Off Borderlands...[CIS Dominion of Aduba III]

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Aboard The Sanctum - Hangar Bay


It seemed as if the assault were well underway, Isley and his legions tearing across Aduba III. Ripping the High Hounds into shreds, by the sound of the comm traffic. The Lord Inquisitor sat a moment behind the comm console of his private ship, The Deceased Star, within the Sanctum's hangar, pondering the assault in silence. Cold sapphire orbs seemed lost as he collected his thoughts, when a red light began to gleam bright on the very console he sat at. Moving his hand with purpose, he tapped it lightly, and the small screen flickered to life, neon green hues reflecting on his hardened features.

.//Incoming_Communique

- Sender.ID: Dar'jetii
- Priority.LVL: Code_Purple

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Ahroun, Operation New Haven has commenced. Assault underway. Orders are as follows: Infiltrate subversive element's base. Gather intel on base structure; retrieve black box containing ship schematics. Wet-work consists of Chief Ull'vok'toss, all subversives considered fair game.

.//Message Ends

.//Angel Protocol - Initiated.

The screen flickered a moment more before the message auto-deleted. A small grin appeared on Ket's face as he began his pre-flight checks. The Deceased Star's engines roared to life, and Ket muttered to himself with a slight pang of satisfaction.

"Time to go to work..."

 

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Darth Metus"] @[member="Siqa"], @[member="Ginnie Verd"], @[member="Jason Sisk"], @[member="Marek Starchaser"], @[member="Montag Card"], @[member="Ashlyn Roberts"], @[member="Phoebe Draclau"]


Ruusan continued the assault now finally pressing the ravagers back. BAP BAP, BAP BAP came the sound of her slug thrower as she fired on the closest enemies first. She was starting to develope a rhythm when a high hound swooped in and began to carry her off. She let go of her assault rifle, which fell and dangled from her shoulder by the sling.

She grabbed the man hawks legs and kicked her feet wildly as she tried to pull free. She reached dowm and pulled her blaster pistol and fired it over her head striking the creature in the chest, which was good, but it quickly let go of her, which was not so good.

Down she fell from about thirteen meters. She tucked her chin and covered the sides of her head as she crashed through the roof of a poorly built house.

"That's gonna leave a mark" she said as she rolled on to her stomach and pushed to her feet. She wobbled a minute as she stood.

She would have to be more careful next time.

 

[Phoebe Draclau]

The master paused for a moment just to watch what her lover could do and he was very impressive himself. Phoebe saw a lot of power in him and even more potential. She in the past had surrounded herself with powerful people and she meant to the same here. What hadn't been expected was to feel the way she did about him but that didn't bother her much, it was rather nice feeling like this again. The only thing she would need to keep in check was her emotions and not allow them to take control of her. Phoebe needed to keep her head in the game and not be sidetracked. If truth was to be known however she wanted to be sidetracked and leave most of this behind her. She wasn't whom she once was and she wasn't sure she wanted to be that person again. It was a dark road that led her to being frozen. The last thing Phoebe wished was for history to repeat itself. She would for now watch things and see where they did end up taking her.

As cute as it was seeing the hell hounds fight each other Phoebe wished to also be apart of the action. It was no fun sitting on the sidelines especially when she had energy to burn off herself. She had also just begun to show what she was capable of, playtime was hardly over. She could feel the dark hated for living beings surrounding the hell hounds. They were quite literally saturated with anger and hated which only fueled the master more allowing her to conjure up a fireball and throw it in the mists of the hell hounds killing quite a few. This party was just getting started however she was growing tired of the hell hounds and she wanted to move on to something not so boring.

 

[Darth Metus]

It was not the nudge of his beloved, younger sister that broke the concentration of the Mandalorian's spell. Likewise, it was not the fireball conjured at the hands of his lover. Hell, it wasn't even Ruusan's unceremonious flight which concluded with a mighty fall and crashing through the roof of one of the adjacent shacks. No, what tore Isley away from summoning true fear and projecting it upon the High Hounds was an ungodly roar which filled the valley. There was power behind it, immense power...power that could only be achieved through being in touch with the Force. The noise was loud, and carried with it waves of primal emotions: anger, hunger, pure ferocity...they had finally gotten the Behemoth's attention. Lowering his hands, the Mandalorian watched as the hulking figure emerged from the base of the spire, its form obscured by the shadow cast by the structure.

At as if beckoning to its wrathful call, the High Hounds halted their assault upon Venom Squad and began to turn tail. With immense haste, they fell back to the Spire and resumed fluttering about it, as if drawn like a moth to a flame. Isley took a moment to look around and take stock. With the exception of Ruusan, everyone was within eyesight. On another note...Isley would have been blind to have not seen the sudden change overcome his sister. He had no idea that his power would have had such a reaction upon her, but it quite frankly worried him. He reached out and gave her a gentle pat on the helmet, demonstrating just a shred of the affection he had for her before facing Venom Squad. "The beast has finally arrived, this is good...Now let's go put it down."

With that said, the Mandalorian reached out with the Force and summoned to his hand Tal'galar, his signature saberstaff. With its signature "snap. hiss", Isley ignited the first of its dual blades into existence, then held it aloft. Motioning for them to follow, he then led the way down into the valley, rushing forward as fast as his legs could carry him. "Siqa, Phoebe, Ginnie, I want your focus on the Behemoth! Montag, Ashlyn, and Ruusan, give us cover fire from the High Hounds!" His words were loud and filled with authority as he reached the bottom of the hill; just in time to witness the High Hounds begin to swarm forth from the Spire again. There was one helluva fight coming their way.

@[member="Siqa"], @[member="Ruusan"], @[member="Ginnie Verd"], @[member="Ashlyn Roberts"], @[member="Montag Card"], @[member="Ket Van Derveld"], @[member="Phoebe Draclau"].

 

[Siqa]

"Yes sir, master!" I gave my understanding of what he wanted to do. I looked to the monster we were sent to fight and drew both my blasters. Moving to the right I began firing at it, trying to drive it's attention towards me. "Get it from behind!" I called to the others while I fired. This was the plan, to hit it from all sides to find a weakness then exploit set weakness. I just hoped the others would be ready to make the same move when the time came. What I needed was more cover fire from the swarm of Hounds coming our way.

@Ruusan @Ginnie Verd @Ashlyn Roberts @Montag Card @Ket Van Derveld @Phoebe Draclau @Darth Metus

 

[Ginnie Dib]

The Behemoth roared in anger, ferocious hunger and the diligent dominion of an ageless killer. Through the Force the waves of the Behemoth hit a child whose one knee pressed in the dirt as she fired at the retreating Hell Hounds. Ginnie dropped her gun. Her fingers groped at the dirt to pick it up, put it back in her hands and fire. Her gauntlets shivered like the girl shivered as the Force in this beast brushed past the beskar and into her tempestuously beating heart.

@[member="Darth Metus"]' hand rested on her helmet and perspective came back to the tiny soldier. All that fear, the cruel hunger and disastrous anger was another representation of the beast which lied yawning and contented at the base of her brother's spine. Ginnie would kill it. She would kill this Behemoth and bring her Isley back so he didn't have to use fear anymore. The child who rose from the dirt held her blaster carbine steady as her helmet's HUD focused on Isley's helmet Ginnie took a second to wrap her hand around his finger before the light staff came out, and her position was sure.

"Just like the dragon in the storage room, @[member="Siqa"]!" Ginnie said, remembering in her play with the Pureblood they had defeated a box-dragon with elastics and pieces of rolled up paper. The girl took off at a run, leaping and deking away from the Hell Hounds who thought best to double back and consume them. She broke off from her brother and rushed the hind legs of the Behemoth. It was just a big animal, she said in her head, cut its tendons, that's what hunters did. Negate its mobility, its vision and Isley and Phoebe would have the chance to kill it dead. She found a ridge and planted herself on it, firing at the Behemoth's flank with the booming jets of her carbine's plasma seeking the space between the belly and the thigh. She monitored her position, knowing at any moment she'd have to get out of the way.

 

[Darth Metus]

The Behemoth was not the sort of beast to simply roll over and die without a fight, of this there was no doubt. As the little Mandalorian took her position on the ridge, peppering its hulking form with blaster bolts, the harrowing realization would befall them all: they bounced off its scaly hide harmlessly! Isley recognized this as he came surging forth, zig-zagging across the sand with his saberstaff held at the ready. Relying upon the Force to augment his physical prowess, he charged boldly past the High Hounds that divebombed at him and leapt into the air, bringing his saber down in a deadly arc...yet, as if expecting such a tactic, the Behemoth simply elevated one of its four arms and took the blow. Tal'galar's crimson blade sparked against its forearm before being harmlessly shoved away!

"What?!" Isley exclaimed in disbelief...before the Behemoth counterattacked faster than he could bling. One of its fists, easily the size of the whole of the Mandalorian's form, came roaring forth and impacted Isley with tremendous force, hurling him back. He sailed through the air and landed upon his back, skidding to a halt several feet through the sand. His beskar'gam had protected him from the majority of the damage and had broken his fall quite effectively, but the blow karking hurt beyond belief. Dazed, the Mandalorian struggled to get to his feet, but he began seeing double. He stumbled to his feet and staggered back a step, shaking his head in order to right himself.

"Be careful everyone, that hide of his is immune to even lightsabers...Hit it with your heavier weapons!"

@[member="Siqa"], @[member="Ruusan"], @[member="Ginnie Verd"], @[member="Phoebe Draclau"], @[member="Ket Van Derveld"], @[member="Montag Card"], @[member="Ashlyn Roberts"].

 

[Ginnie Dib]

The sight of @[member="Darth Metus"] pinging off the side of the beast and into the dirt wasn't one to instil confidence in his younger sister. She counted how he panged on the ground, ending up sliding through rubble. By the time Isley landed his little sister was beside him. Ginnie helped pull her brother up and checked the readouts coming from her helmet. "Breathe it out, Isley."

Slugs and plasma pinged off the Behemoth's body. They couldn't be dominating and powerful against something that large. They had to be sly, smart, they had to be more like a little girl fighting a bully. The Mandalorian pulled a frag grenade off her harness and hefted it in her hand. "Got it. See you in a minute." Blasting away from Isley with her jet packs, the tiny girl veered away and allowed the Behemoth to hone in on @[member="Phoebe Draclau"] and @[member="Siqa"]. A tiny pink blip wouldn't alert the beast would it?

Clicking the frag grenade on her gauntlet launcher, Ginnie held a Kal dagger in the other. She tagged her carbine on its webbing on her thigh and brought out the smaller pistol and flew up from behind to the Behemoth's eye. Firing at close range, she kept the blaster pistol in her hand and thrust the dagger jaggedly into the eye of the beast with the other. It roared, and as the Behemoth bucked and lashed at the little Mando, she launched the grenade directly into the sliced crater within its' eye.

Now, to get away before the bang. "WOA!"

 

[Neskar A'toll]

@[member="Desmond Voralis."] @Sephoria Lasrane @[member="Serock Hoath"] @[member="XV-265"] @[member="Strask Ak'lya"] @[member="Darth Malificete"]

Time to shine. The time was now. Neskar despised waiting around like this; he'd sooner blow a few heads open, perhaps disembowel an unlucky couple. "I'll take the top of the gorge, and rain down slugs on them. If needed, I can always... drop in." he replied, a smirk coming to his face under his helmet. Not waiting for an answer, he boarded the drop-ship, strapped himself in and waited. He clutched the D-56 close to his chest, yet he still stretched out, letting his long legs relax whilst sitting down. It wasn't like he hadn't the liberty to snooze while on the way down. Right... right?

The maniac fell. With half a head. The rest of it was painted on the barren rocks, and more cascaded downwards as the man fell from the rock he was standing on, just a moment before Neskar had imploded his brain with one of the steel-tipped slugs. "Four!", he shouted out, keeping a rather morbid track of the people he had killed in the past few minutes he had been on the surface. He was at the top of the gorge, not quite so far up he had to lean over to shoot down, but rather in an alcove, knelt down, the shade of the rocks all but disguising him; the sheen of his armour, and his vocal aspirations, were easily visible. He aimed once more, at a second, one with a rather nasty looking rock, wrapped around a thick pole with rope, making a fetching longaxe. He sprinted across the floor of the gorge, dodging some shots, until Neskar stared through the sights of the slug-thrower, and aimed at the neck of the man. He knew it would not hit the neck at that aim; the speed of the man would put off the shot, so he moved the aim a second in front of the man, and squeezed the trigger. A shower of blood exploded from the man, and he crumpled, dead. Another red decoration had been placed on the wall of the gorge. Neskar would hate to be the one who had to clean that up. "Five!", he shouted out once more, a confident air about him, but he wondered how many would come; he could see dozens more assembling to make a mass attack, and even more scaling the cliffs around them. They would not bend easily, but nor would the Phantoms. This would be a good fight.

 

[Darth Metus]

The Behemoth was not the type to notice a little pink blip, but it was the sort to flail about when exposed to compious sums of pain. As Ginnie sliced open the beast's eye and planted the grenade, it did just that; flailing about as the pain wreaked havoc on its body. It's arms flew about swiftly and periously close to the young girl, so much so that Isley had to shake off his own pain and focus on making sure his baby sister got outta there alive. She had the guts of a Mandalorian alright, but she was also headstrong...just like her older brother. Frantically, the Mandalorian reached out with the Force, time and time again, projecting well-placed telekinetic pushes and pulls between the flailing arms and his younger sister.

This only took a few seconds, for she had jettisoned away thanks to her jetpack...and the grenade did what it was designed to boom. The explosion caused flesh and goo to spew into the air, and an angry, pained roar to fill the valley once more. The Behemoth flailed about wildly, grasping at its wound...and amazingly steam began to pour from the gaping hole. Muscle, bone, and flesh started to repair itself in the blink of an eye, until finally the eyeball was back to its original state. Isley gaped, for he could not believe what he was seeing; no wonder the walls of New Haven stood no chance.

"Everyone, fall back and hit it at range!" commanded the Mandalorian, concerned for the safety of his team. He, however, stood his ground and reached out to that malevolent part of his mind. Thrusting his palms forward, he projected dual arcs of Force Lightning into the face of the beast, causing it to stagger back; but also producing a cloud of steam where the lightning impacted. It was healing again, but perhaps there was a way to overload this regenerative process.

@[member="Ginnie Verd"], @[member="Siqa"], @[member="Phoebe Draclau"], @[member="Montag Card"], @[member="Ashlyn Roberts"], @[member="Ruusan"], @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"], @[member="Kage CC-743"], @[member="CC-837 Vanator"], @RC-252 "Galaar", @[member="CC-827 Tauranov"]

 

[Revenchent]

Oh, kripes, this pilot must be blind.

The Dread Guard were Isley's special secret. His newest toy still fresh with red paint from the workshop. That toy was wrapped in a nice little metal package that was just happening to break through the atmosphere. The ship shuddered and screamed as it exploded through the thick drag. Calico stumbled in multiple different directions as he steadied himself up on the dropship's railing. The Gunship was a blast from the past. New technology, new upgrades, but the same aesthetics of the old LAAT's from the Clone Wars. It was steel black with green stripes running down the undercarriage and wings. Nasty yellow teeth designs were splattered across the front of the monstrous vessel.

"Kage, how far out are we ner'vod?" Calico grunted, still growing used to his new set of Katarn armor. The retrofitted DC-15s swayed across his hips, accompanied with his beloved 'Deece'.

His squad comm lit up as he spoke to the ground forces. "Colonel, my lads are en route. We'll rain fire on this di'kut." He paused to look around at each of the other occupants in the cargo bay. "And a furry monster with big ears...Galaar's found him a Strill." The Commander grumbled in mild annoyance, staring at the slobbering beast.

The squad comm could be heard by all members of the Dread Guard; very, very helpful. Calico turned to the other soldiers, giving Galaar a quick comradely nod. "Alright boys!" He roared.

"This is our first test! Our first victory! It's time to show the galaxy that our brotherhood is bested by none! We spread freedom throughout the galaxy! We will uphold the values of the CIS until death! He raised his fist in the air for good measure. "Now kit up! Boots on the ground in a few mikes!"

@Kage @[member="CC-837 Vanator"] @RC-252 "Galaar" @ CC-827 Tauranov

 

[Darth Metus]

There could not have been a better transmission to reach the Mandalorian's helm, for as he began to project Force Lightning into the face of the Behemoth, he received a transmission from his newly-formed Dread Guard. This caused a confident smile to erupt upon his face and he began to boldly step forward, pushing the creature back. Of course, with each passing moment, the cloud of steam simply grew larger and larger; denoting the fact that all the damage the Mandalorian wrought was being instantly repaired only moments after being inflicted. Regardless of this sordid fact, the calvary was on the way to lend a helping hand to the quelling of the beast.

"Excellent, Vod." he said over his comm, "Make this landing quick; this karking thing heals after we hit it!" There wasn't much else to say, and the Mandalorian did not wish to tire himelf fully out through the constant streaming of Force Lightning. However, he absolutely had to stall for time so that Venom Squad might get into position and for the Dread Guard to arrive.

 

[Darth Metus]

Surging boldly forth from the depths of hyperspace was a ship that originated from the Fel Imperium: a single corvette which had been claimed by the Archmaster of the Imperial Knights. This individual, known as Josiah Denko, was also a member of the Templar Order; and as such had been notified of the operation taking place on Aduba III. Though he had a mountain of duties to attend to in the north, he would never forsake his comrades in the South; and as such arrived just in time to lend a helping hand in the putting down of the beast known as the Behemoth. Josiah had heard stories of this creature, but nothing substancial to say the least.

Quickly striding forth from his position on the bridge, the Archmaster made his way down to the hangar of his vessel. There awaited a single dropship, which he would utilize to get to the surface. He opened a line of communication with the CIS task force which had been in orbit around the world, alerting them of his intentions and to inform those on the ground. "I'm on my way," he said, before sitting in the dropship. Upon his signalling of the pilot, the engines fired up and the dropship began to move.

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar stood in the bay of the drop ship with his newest friend, Lord Cabur the strill, affectionately referred to as Lor'ika. It was a drooling, musky beast that was ready to hunt,, growling estatically at its new master's feet. It had deep grey fur running over its wrinkled skin and was apparently as hyped up as Galaar with his new Verpine Rifle on his back and Deecee at his side.

The drop sit fluttered toward the ground and Galaar gave the strill a pat on the head and grinned under his retrofitted Katarn helmet. "Calm Lor'ika, Calm... Smart Lor'ika." It was repeated several times under the light tune of Calypso that was always playing in his helmet.

As soon as they hit the ground he shouted in unison with his brother, Calico and was right after following with him. His own loud speaker flared. "Oya! Lor'ika! Oya! Ca'ika!" As he ran he drew his brand new rifle, ready to blow apart this creature they had been ordered to kill. His voice soon echoed across the Legion Comms to Isley, Kage, and Calico.

"C'mon Di'kuts, lets get this done and get home for some ladies and Caf, eh? Kandosii! Oya!"

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Darth Metus"] @ANYONE IN LEGION

 

[Darth Metus]

The dropship immediately jettisoned out of the hangar bay with immense speed and lazily moved into the void of space. In comparison to starfighters, the vessel was not exactly the fastest of ships; but it was more than enough to get the Archmaster from point A to point B. After a handful of moments moving between the planet and the Corvette, the dropship began to breach the atmosphere of the world; relying upon its heat shields in order to not burn up along the way down. This entrance caused the dropship to rumble all about the Archmaster, but he had become accustomed to this process over the course of years of travel within space. As such, he patiently awaited their complete breach of the atmosphere and their full descent to the planet below.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

"Oi oi relax yourselves back there! We'll get there when we get there!" The pilot grumbles staring ahead. Despite how similar this new ship looked to the LAAT gunships he once flew, it handled completely different.

Blasted bucket of bolts. I'll have to fix this thing once we're done. Make it fly nice and easy.

The scene ahead more or less made the pilot's heart skip a beat. A giant creature surrounded by what he assumed was allies. "Eyes on the Behemoth chaps! I'll be dropping you off close, so get those weapons hot!" He scanned the field ahead, watching as a Sith filled the beast with lightning. As it stagered back he pulled his trigger. Two concussive missiles fire off the top of his imposter LAAT. He didn't even bother to see the damage before landing close to the Sith.

"Lights green Comander!"

@[member="CC-837 Vanator"] @RC-252 "Galaar" @ CC-827 Tauranov @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Darth Metus]

And so the Dread Guard had arrived, heralded by the bold proclaimations of CC-252 Galaar. To say the least, the Mandalorian was amused beyond words by the antics of this man; so much so that he cast a blind eye to the occassional breaching of bearing and such. Now that a detachment of clones from his legion had landed, Isley slowly stopped his unceasing stream of Force Lightning and began to fall back. Through the Force, he called Tal'galar back to his hand and stowed it upon his utility belt before producing his machine pistol once more. He began to fire off a relentless stream of bullets into the beast, continuing to stall for time. There was not much else that the Mandalorian could do, as the Behemoth continuously healed itself.

"Heavy Weapons, I want them on that Behemoth ASAP!" he called over the open channel, blaring his orders to his men.

 

[Darth Metus]

Upon depositing its troops upon the ground, the LAAT piloted by Kage fired off a duo of concussive missiles whilst the Mandalorian fired off rounds in hopes of stalling it further. The explosive ordnance collided with its hulking form, one upon each pectoral, before erupting into fiery balls of flame. Propelled by the concussive force, the Behemoth staggered back several steps until falling over to its back. Steam poured from the gaping wounds upon its chest and an angry, gurgling roar filled the air. It would not be down for long, to say the very least; but it appeared that, the heavier the weapon, the longer it took to regenerate...

 

[Revenchent]

"Remind me to take you out to dinner Seventy-four!" Calico roared over the rumbling engines of the LAAT. Not that he needed to; the comm system worked just fine. It was more for show than anything else. The Commander thrust his fist in the air, and pointed two fingers toward the monstrous Behemoth.

Within seconds, his Deece was in both hands; the ordnance attachment heavy on the weapons barrel. It rumbled as a huge red canister fired from the rifle and exploded on the Behemoth's midriff. Two more anti-personal mortars erupted from the rifle until it ran dry, "Good evening Sir!" He called toward Isley, taking up a position next to the Sith. He expected his soldiers to follow suit. "I'm rather pleased you invited us to your party!"

The Commander opted to rush up closer to the Behemoth, motioning with his right hand for the soldiers to follow. Another ornance shell left his weapon; the last of the explosive rounds.

Get moving lads.

Calico stumbled back a few feet as he clicked in a clip of energy rounds; training it on the beast as the weapon adjusted to the change of system. He paid no heed to the other combatants; not until the issue was over.

"Kage, round about! Keep this di'kut suppressed!--and bring us start brewing us some caf!"

@[member="Kage CC-743"] @RC-252 "Galaar" @[member="Darth Metus"]



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oHO0xmVFmk4

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Galaar and his Strill arrived right behind Calico. The Commando looked at the creature in awe. He had never seen something of that size, a living being that is... "Ori demagolka..." Galaar uttered under his breathe and he aimmed his Verpine at the beast, he took three shots the razor sharp metal slugs doing hardly anything against it.

And then behind him his Strill began to yip and growl, jumping into the air its skin suddenly folded open and it engaged a straying bird-like creature, a high-hound. The monster squawked in pain and surprise as it spiralled to the ground. More High-hounds went to help their dying ally and Galaar started taking expert shots with his sniper, sending one creature by one down. "Slag yeah! I have the birds, you manage that... thing."

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Darth Metus"] @[member="Kage CC-743"]