Sith. Mandos. Bar. Boom.

[Caulder Dune]

[[ Edited previous post. ]]

So it wasn't a slugthrower. That was a relief, it made everything so much easier. Hell, if any Mandalorian had brains, they would be using some kind of rapid-fire slugthrower against Jedi and Sith. Much more effective that way, what with increased rates of fire and decreased visibility. However, Mandalorians were not famed for their intellect. Tyrin realized this when the one he was fighting decided to repeat his previous tactic despite knowing what had happened prior.

The Mandalorian made the visible effort to run faster once again, but it hardly mattered. Even if he was a better shot this time around, Tyrin still had his lightsaber and the force. With the same ease as before, Tyrin deflected the two spaced shots. Had this guy been using a blaster rifle, or something that fired remotely faster, this would have been much harder. Lucky me, Tyrin thought to himself, throwing another telekinetic push at the Mandalorian once the blaster bolts were out of the air. This was going nowhere, quickly.

Provided the Mandalorian was successfully knocked to the floor once again, Tyrin would immediately follow up by seizing his windpipe with the force and squeezing. Tyrin wasn't in a particularly murderous mood today, so once this uppity warrior was unconscious he decided he would abscond.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn was glad that the man pushed him with the force. This time he was prepaired Jorn had in his spare hand a pressure grenade instead of his delta pistol. Right when he was pushed back he threw the grenade at the man. If he used the force to throw the grenade back it would explode in his face.

Jorn was thrown back again and he really didnt want to look like a fool on his ass. But he expected pain and didnt receive any. Again he was standing and not on his ass for the second time within 5 minutes. Jorn smiled slightly in pain and curiosity

 

[backera95]

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[Kad Kando]

Kad was on the street, coming back from shopping for more steel when he suddenly heard explosions and blasterfire. "Shab", he muttered to himself. The big cat slammed his helmet down and unholstered his slugthrower and sprinted toward the bar. It was already in flames when he arrived. Who could cause all this chaos in such a quick amount of time? his question was answered by the sound of deflected blaster bolts. Jetisse, he thought to himself. he slipped on his crushgaunts before kicking open the door. He roared his rage at the Sith for destroying his favorite bar and hurtled himself into the fray, laying down supressive fire for on the Sith who was gesturing at the Mando he knew to be Jorn Mair.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[[ We're outside, Kad. ]]

Despite attempting to shield himself from the oncoming grenade, Tyrin was thrown backwards from the resulting explosion. There was simply no stopping it, and Tyrin realized he probably should have gone with the Lightning instead. Scorched and angered, the Sith quickly staggered back to his feet. He re-ignited his lightsaber, fully intending to electrify his opponent, when a deafening roar erupted from out of nowhere. Great, a Cathar. Tyrin thought, before quickly correcting himself to Great, a Cathar with a slugthrower.

Facing a fight that had suddenly diverted from being in his favor, there was only one thing Tyrin could do now. He sure as hell wasn't going to fight a Cathar on top of this guy. Maybe if it were one on one with either party... No, probably not going to happen. Tyrin began to backpedal, visibly struggling to deflect what slugs came his way. It certainly seemed he had spoken too soon in regards to that. The ones he missed knicked his shoulders, arms, and legs. Eventually, once he had gotten far enough, he abandoned his defense altogether in favor of a full out sprinting retreat. Tyrin had no intention of getting caught, or even giving the opportunity for them to catch up to him, and thus used the force to speed his movement.

He needed to get back to his ship.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn saw the cat come towards him to lend a hand and he was greatful. Nodding his head once he faced back at the sith an ran after him with seemingly increased speed. And oh how he used it. Jorn chased after him and threw another grenade aiming ahead of his prey to compensate for the speed.

To keep him on the run Jorn fired the last rounds from his angel blade.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Seeing the grenade arcing to the ground ahead of him, Tyrin ground to an abrupt halt. The grenade exploded some distance away, leaving him unharmed, but he still had other things to worry about. He whirled around quickly, deflecting Jorn's running shots with ease. After that flurry of slugthrowers, it was a welcome return. It was Tyrin's turn to strike once more, and as his Mandalorian opponent continued to bound towards him, Tyrin unleashed a storm of lightning at the man. Certainly not as powerful as a Knight or Master's, but the difference in pain would probably be a trite matter. Lightning was lightning, and it would both immobilize and fry the persistent Mandalorian. Tyrin willed the strands of lightning to home in on any other grenades the Mandalorian still had on him; an act that would detonate them if successful.

Hopefully this one would either collapse or explode quickly. Tyrin still had that Cathar to outrun, despite the considerable distance he had put between himself and it.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn saw him stop and saw the hand fly up to shock him. He rolled to the side to try and evade the tendrals of energy. Sadly they caught to his greandes. He dropped his sword and yanked it of throwing it a few meters before it exploded. He was still hit with the blast throwing him back to land on the ground once more. He was in pain as his left hand was now broken as well.

Oh he hated the sith and just wanted to kill them all and be done with it. Jorn shook his head and realised that he was missing His weapon. He got up and tried to walk over to it.

 

[Caulder Dune]

The Sith Apprentice watched with glee as his impromptu attack was a smashing success. Now his opponent appeared disarmed and further wounded. His hand was twisted at an awkward angle, his armor severely damaged from the grenade blast. Perhaps he could squeeze in a few more minutes to torment the man. Yes, he decided to chase after Tyrin and now he would pay the price. This was going a lot better than it had been a few minutes ago.

He stopped spewing lightning for a moment, and the Mandalorian began to crawl towards his blaster-blade thing. Such a stupid device that was, Tyrin would do the Mandalorian the favor of getting rid of it for him. As Jorn struggled over to his weapon, the Sith Apprentice outstretched his hand and snatched it from the ground with the force. He quickly pulled it towards him and examined it for a moment. He gave a derisive laugh, before using the force to lob the sword into the distance behind him, towards the direction he had been fleeing in. He would pick it up on his way back; a little prize for the day.

"I hope you weren't sentimental towards that thing. I'll take care of it, though." Tyrin snarked, sending a quick blast of lightning forward to keep Jorn grounded and send him back into agonizing pain. He began to walk forward, relishing in his opponent's pain. "I've already taken your weapon. I think I'll take your fingers next. Perhaps a foot, for good measure."

He gave another quick spurt of lightning. He didn't intend to start confiscating digits and limbs until he was certain his opponent was pacified. That pistol he had was probably flung somewhere else by the blast.

 

[Jorn Mair]

OOC Sword made from Beskar (Mando iron) cant be cut by lightsaber.

 

[Caulder Dune]

[[ Edited. ]]

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

Alliera got up from the confusion and looked at @[member="Tyrin Ardik"], before walking over and idly deflecting his force lightning with her lightsaber, looking at the lowly creature that would torture one of her Vode through her Black Visor. "Boy, give me a reason to restrain myself from killing you." Alliera said, readying her sith sword "and send your helmet to the Sith Empress on a platter made of the rest of your armor?" Alliera looked the Sith apprentice up and down, and fired out a Force Push into the Sith Apprentice's stomach, powerfull enough to do damage.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn was pissed when the Sith took the Prototype blade. He was the first of the Mandos to have one and was glad that it had saved his life a few times. As the man threw it behind him He reached out as thought he could stop him from throwing it. He wa fuled by anger and pain. Suprise to him the sword flew back to his good hand with a smack. He tried to think how was this possible?

First he expected the blaster bolts and then he stopped himself from flying twice! Now the sword was in his hand? He would half to talk to the Manda'lor later about this crazy crap.

He knew the sith would be as suprised as he was. Jorn almost laughed at him. The lightning came at him again but he was ready for it. Jorns grip on the blade was not conducive and he held it to the ground as the lightning disapated, bot still gave him a good shock.

 

[Caulder Dune]

Tyrin was distracted once some sort of force-sensitive trollop in Mandalorian armor appeared. This was Mandalore, wasn't it? Where the hell had she come from? And she was a force user? Those who held the name Mandalore in the past were rolling in their graves, no doubt. Tyrin was not surprised when Jorn's sword returned to his hand, but this was entirely because he hadn't noticed. Now he had bigger fish to fry, or in this case, to run from with all the energy he could muster. A good Sith knew when to fight, fold, or flee. Since he doubted he would be entreated to very comfortable conditions if he folded, the logical choice was to flee.

"Man, can't a couple of people just fight in peace? Total buzzkill, really." Tyrin fired back, sniggering. "Do you always do this? Come out of nowhere to bail your worthless followers out of trouble they got themselves into? Mandalore the Nanny, they ought to call yo-"

Fortunately, Tyrin no longer had to worry about using energy to get back to his ship. Mandalore had seen it fit to throw a powerful force push at him, sending the unprepared Sith Apprentice flying. He flew quite a ways away, landing a few meters from where the sword would of landed had he flung it. He stumbled to his feet, deactivating his lightsaber hooking his lightsaber to his belt. His shoulder had been dislocated in the fall, and he probably had a few hairline fractures elsewhere. If it weren't for what little armor he had, it would have been much worse.

Still, that training on Umbara hadn't been for nothing. He blocked out the pain as best he could, immersing himself in the force. He composed himself before bolting towards his ship, letting the force speed him along once more. It wouldn't be much farther now, thanks to that lift from Mandalore.

 

[Kad Kando]

Kad leapt out of the window and sprinted after the hut'uun. He would regret his poor decision making. The enraged Mando arrived in time to hear Alliera's threat. "Why do you need a reason Nakamura?", he snarled. "We have this jetii dead to rights! We can't let them think they can walk all over us". The Cathar may seem violent and out of control but his breathing was steadied and his sight was clear. But given the word his predatory nature would be turned on like a light switch.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn was not happy that the Sith was going to be let go. He looked at the woman Manda'lor and took of his helmet. Shorn had broken his jaw earlier and he pointed to it now. It was ether asking to be healed or an excuse to leave her sight. He didnt care ether way it was going to hurt.

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

@[member="Kad Kando"]

"you would do well to remember who you are speaking too." Alliera said, taking an authoritative tone "The sith are all running with their tail between their legs, we have more important things to worry about than petty revenge." Alliera looked at Jorn and her presence softened considerably, and she immediately felt guilty, before gesturing for him to leave. "I'm sorry, but we can't afford to be petty." Alliera said, her guilt showing through as she addressed @[member="Jorn Mair"] "We need to wait for the opportune moment ner vod, and I promise, these abuses will not be forgotten...I never learned to heal, go get that looked at at the hospital."

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn nodded his head and almost left when he came back and said in pain "Malk latber? Fovce?" He needed an answer because apparently he had the force. as soon as he could talk again he wanted to learn more about it.

(Talk later? Force?)

 

[Kad Kando]

Kad took off his helmet and smiled a dangerous smile. "Aha Mando'karla Mand'alor, i like it! Worry not I will do as you say, in fact most of us will. But always remember that this is a people that elect their leaders in colosseums and cantinas." Kad turned to Jorn and pat him on his shoulder. "Make sure you get that taken care of proper." He walked down the street and called back to both of them "Maybe we'll meet again!"

 

[Ori'Alor Tal'Verda]

"Yes, we'll talk later." Alliera said, nodding "just make sure to get fixed up first my friend, meet me in my office in the gov't building when your ready to talk." Alliera walked out of the remnants fo the bar, on the way to the Holo-comm system, to work out the Diplomatic Shit-storm just unleashed by the idiotic sith.