Skirmish &nbsp; Take Their Eyes - Raid of Argovia

Shai Maji
Enemy Combatants: Maw |

Tegan Starfall | Sisserith
Engaging: Sisserith

Vulcan kept his circling flight pattern for a few more minutes, only breaking rank when buildings were shattered by the melee and copious amounts of explosions and cannon fire. He dodged buildings and str

The evasion tatic seemed to be working and he wasn't mincemeat, yet. But that can all change in a blink of an eye. He hasn't gone in guns blazing, no, he needed tact and if Jos saw he used his head rather than all his weapons, he would be proud. Vulcan had to focus every ounce of his energy on the fight. Given how the reputation of the Maw solidified itself into everyone's worst nightmare, Vulcan had to start using common sense.

That is why he hadn't been using Perun's yet but he will and will use it at its full potential. He needs to find the right opening before he gets shot down and a world of pain on the streets below. Speaking of his fellow Vod had their hands full as well so he was facing Sisserith alone, at least for now. Once he finds himself overwhelmed he'll call for backup.

<"SHABUIR!"> Vulcan yelled loudly.

The Ubese's vision suddenly turned a violent orange as he was spun head over heels and away as Sisserith's explosives went off making him orange blind, the intensity made Vulcan see stars and checkerboard. That was highly unpleasant and a building was fast approaching, altering his trajectory, the Mandalorian smacked into the glass of the building, and he soon was able to get back into the open air again. His vision soon cleared of the checkboard pattern enough to aim his weapon at Sisserith and fired sending a lightning blast at her. He hoped it might hit or at least give him an edge in the fight.

Vulcan gave his armour a look over and wondered if it is time to upgrade to better Beskar.

Tegan Starfall · Aug 11, 2022

Kralmus Orr | Sisserith | Ada Infernum |

Sinestra
Enemies:

Juno Wren | Solus Beroya
Tags:

Shai Maji

Tegan body was flung through the air with great strength not that it was hard Tegan wasn't that heavy or big. Tegan often combated brute strength with speed and the sheer power of the force two weapons strength and Tech could not easily beat. She small frame slammed into the outer wall of the protecting the city. Her body hit it violently and her body fell in a heap to the ground. Bones were broken but she had broken them before. Muscles were bruised and possible torn, but they would mend. Here head pounded and ached, but her control of the pain was stronger. Much like the chaos besieging the pain fueled her and only made her stronger. She pushed herself back to her feet as the Mandalorian disappeared to save the one remaining child.

Tegan let a wicked little smile cross her pain ridden face under her white mask. She had won already weather Shai admitted defeat or not, the Mandalorian had taken an innocent's life. The girl she now saved was scarred with trauma of seeing both her father and brother die, no doubt her mother would not survive the day either. Tegan could feel that woman still lived as her web now covered the whole city and she could feel every living being with in it. She could feel fear of the town's inhabitants and the foolish pride of the Mandalorians who thought they were defending it.

"You're in for it now, lady!"

Those Words that echoed out as the Shai returned from her Heroic duties. Tegan's Back was to the woman or at least an image of her back was. A missile came and then sonic shots fired at the Tegan had left behind. Tegan had moved so fast she left a residual image of herself behind the missiles and sonic shots passing right through it the image itself and slamming into the city outer wall causing to start to collapse and break apart in this portion.

Tegan right shoulder slumping slightly due to being dislocated stared at the Mandalorian from behind her. "Mandalorians are hard nuts to crack but once you do they have the same gooey chewy center as everyone else." As she said that Tegan dropped to a crouch and her left hand touched the ground in front of her. "I Gave the city a choice surrender or I would destroy it." A purple Magickal energy began to swirl around Tegan. "You saved one life today." If only Shai could see that crazy smirk beneath Tegan's mask. As the energy swirled down her arm into the ground the ground itself began to surge and vibrate. Little rocks began to bounce, dirt and sand began to slide.

"I have summoned a great Whuffa, even if you try to kill me with your next shot this city will be leveled in a matter of minute and you will be swallowed hole." Tegan's eyes flashed a violent orange like a raging fire where her eyes should be. "You saved one life but condemned the rest." Tegan slowly let out a wicked laughed as she awaited the Mandalorians next volley as the rumbles in the ground grew more violent and ground behind them began to heave. Many Mandalorians had faced krayt dragons but the Giant Whuffa Worm was just a formidable summon from the Jungles of Dathomir through the dark Magicks.

"Yeah I am the crazy witch that brought a giant freaking Sand worm to a gun fight! So none shall live."

Shai Maji · Aug 11, 2022

ARGOVIA | ARGOVAS CITY
ALLIES: Not Maw |

Kragr Krayt
ENEMIES: Maw |

Tegan Starfall | Sisserith
ENGAGING:

Tegan Starfall
GEAR: In bio

BOYS WANNA BE HER

What Shai thought was the Sith merely turned out to be a shadow, a distraction for her to waste her ammunition. This fight just became a lot more interesting. As a chunk of the town’s wall came down, Shai spun around to glare at the Sith with a snarl. Her jetpack cut out and let her drop to the ground below.

Tegan Starfall said:
"I have summoned a great Whuffa, even if you try to kill me with your next shot this city will be leveled in a matter of minute and you will be swallowed hole."

"You saved one life but condemned the rest."

The Shistavanen’s grip tightened around her pistols. With speed like that, there was no hope of landing a lucky shot on her to take her out. She was going to have to pull an ace of her own for this fight if she wanted to kill this witch.

Tegan Starfall said:
"Yeah I am the crazy witch that brought a-"

Shai didn’t let her finish her sentence. In the blink of an eye she was in front of the witch, her right hand shooting out to grip her neck and clamp down hard as she tried to force her to the ground outside of her magic circle. The Wardog had made her true power known.

At the same time, the Sangnir Mutant pulled the trigger of her pistol in hopes of dumping round after round of deadly sonic bolts into the Sith at point blank range, capable of liquifying her insides entirely.

”You talk too much for a god.” She growled as glowing crimson eyes glared through her visor at the woman. The ground began to rumble around them, but there was still time to deal with that. The confirming beeps of Baby in her helmet reassured the Wardog of that.

All she needed to do was make sure the Sith stayed down for good… or at least a few moments.

Sisserith · Aug 11, 2022

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Location: Argovas City - Argovia
Direct Engagement:

Vulcan Krayt

Sisserith didn’t remain idle as her rocket went off, sending the Mandalorian into an uncontrolled spin as a result. Sprinting ahead, she let loose with another rocket less than a second after firing the first, which proceeded to home in on her target’s head from 20 meters away, before potentially detonating once it reached within a couple meters of its mark. The Seseli had survived her tribe’s murder pits only through relentless, uncompromising offense, by giving her opponent no chance to recover even after a blistering rain of blows. While such an aggressive style could be exhausting, it had always resulted in her victory, so she had never abandoned it in favor of something else.

And so it was the case now, as it had been before.

Once more, a mental command primed her helmet’s systems for a short burst of sensory protection, polarizing her visor and activating her sonic nullifiers in the process. Of more concern however was the fact that her rocket launcher was now empty. She had more of course, but loading them would take time which she didn’t anticipate having in the midst of such a fast-paced, kinetic engagement. Fortunately, in the event that her rockets failed to incapacitate the Mandalorian, she still had stun nets and her wrist blaster, which she could set to stun if needed. Nevertheless, the tiny Sithspawn was eager to finish this one, nostrils flaring at the exciting prospect of bringing

Sinestra a live Mandalorian captive!

Pulsiva Bodysuit
- Gauntlets
  - Hekler'Kok WMMW-01 - R
    
    Blaster
    
    ~~Rocket Launcher -~~ ~~Lumablast Rocket~~
  - FAE/M-02 Energized Gauntlet Vibroblade - L
- Energy Shield
  - Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
- Utility
  - Kirino Visual Interface
Hekler'Kok SMG-01
- 11.43x23mm Standard
RL-40 Stun Net Launcher
Hekler’Kok MHG-01 - Stun Gas (2)
Hekler’Kok MHG-01 - Flashbang (2)

Kralmus Orr · Aug 11, 2022

Location: Argovia, Argovas City
Nearby:

Vulcan Krayt
Engaging:

Kragr Krayt

The teeth-rattling boom of the hammer's impact reaffirmed Kralmus in thinking that he really, really didn't want to get hit with it.

"You talk too much, aruetii," the towering Enclaver rumbled, and the cannibal laughed - a high, nasal, deeply unpleasant sound, more a predator's cackle than a warm, mirthful thing. "So the big brute can speak," he mocked. "I was beginning to wonder." There was no more time for banter after that. The two of them were charging straight at one another like a pair of reek bulls in mating season - Kralmus even had the horns for it. But they weren't about to butt heads; they were poised to pulverize each other. Kralmus cackled again as his exaggerated feint tricked the Enclaver, leaving him open to the kneepad dart salvo. The darts exploded, knocking Kragr back...

... but when the smoke cleared, Kralmus's foe wasn't visibly wounded at all.

A slight shimmer in the air around him told the whole story - an energy shield. The cannibal's cackle turned to an irritated scoff. That shield would protect Kragr even beyond the extraordinary protection of his beskar armor, making him an extremely tough nut to crack. Energy shields provided powerful resistance against blasters and explosives, but could be penetrated by melee weapons. That meant getting up close, though, and risking the powerful sweeps of that pavement-shattering hammer. Kralmus pivoted to turn his feint into a real strike, trying to follow up after knocking Kragr off-balance, but it was too late. The next move in their dance had already arrived.

There was only a split second to react to the bracer-mounted rocket that Kragr had fired; the two of them were quite close together, and rockets travel fast. With the reflexes and canniness of an experienced warrior, Kralmus spotted the threat and began moving just before the launch, which was the only thing that kept him alive. He trusted his beskar, and it might not break even for a point-blank rocket, but he was soft and squishy inside that armor, and the simple kinetic energy of the explosion might well break his neck and scramble his organs into ground meat. So he twisted out of the way, feeling the whoosh of the rocket's passage as he moved swiftly...

... and then the rocket blew against the far wall of the alley, only a couple of meters away.

The explosion threw Kralmus past Kragr, catapulting him through the window of one of the houses that lined the alleyway. His armored bulk crashed through some family's kitchen table in a hail of wood and glass; he shielded his head with his arms as he fell, doing his best to protect himself from the bone-jarring impact. Someone screamed nearby - a woman huddled against the far wall, two young children hugged against her. Well, that was embarrassing - he had an audience to his clumsy entrance. No matter. If all went well, they'd be collared and sent off to some Mawite munitions plant within the hour. Then they wouldn't have much to laugh about, now would they?

Not that they were laughing now, of course. They were terrified, as they should be.

"Truly you are a master of the 'why are you copying me' game," Kralmus called out as he pushed himself back to his feet. His axe had flown from his grasp in the fall, but he simply raised one magnetized gauntlet and it leapt across the kitchen and back into his hand. "I flash-bang, you flash-bang. I fire rockets, you fire a rocket. The other children on the playground must have dreaded seeing you, huh?" Slapping his axe across both hands and readying it to swing, the cannibal hurried to the shattered window, taking up a position beside it. "Or is this official Enclave war doctrine? 'We're big, dumb, and out of ideas, so just do whatever your enemy does.'"

Axe readied to swing, Kralmus waited at the window. If Kragr came through it, or the door beside it...

... well, the cannibal was prepared to swing his axe right through the big brute.

Kragr Krayt · Aug 11, 2022

Nearby:

Vulcan Krayt
Engaging:

Kralmus Orr
Location: Argovia, Argovas City
Gear: In bio

The rocket didn't hit what Kragr had hoped, but at least gave him the next best thing, sending the kraker through a window and into the house behind him. Shaking his head, the annoying tinnitus ringing in his ears from Kralmus' sound rocket was still a distant noise.

As he got up, he cracked his neck a couple of times and pulled one of his blasters at shot a maw soldier passing by, no doubt looking for targets before turning his attention back to the building, hearing that annoying voice coming out of the Mandalorian's mouth. He really wanted to tear out Kralmus' vocal cords, even if he had to do it by hand, he would do it and then watch the cannibal suffocate on his own blood.

That man really didn't know how to shut up as he repeated spewing taunts toward Kragr which only made the giant warrior smile deviously as it also revealed exactly where Kralmus was. With an impressive deadset swing of monumental prowess, Kragr slammed his Warhammer directly at the wall beside the window where Kralmus' voice came from with a mighty roar of a Krayt Dragon.

Not only did the entire wall shatter upon impact but sonic energy released from the weapon would send a ripple effect through the entire house. House rubble and debris were torn down, crumbling from having its wall removed in such a violent manner and half the roof cracked under pressure. Sand and dirt whirled up, creating a thick dust cloud in the house and around the building.

Kragr stood in the opening, energy shield activated and Warhammer at the ready. With the bright light entering the dark but dimly lit house, Kragr's silhouette towered over everything as Kragr entered cautiously and alert, using his helmet's HUD to scan for Kralmus' signature due to the low visibility thanks to the sand cloud.

The civilians were scared to death after watching the entire wall gets shattered as the mother with great difficulty tried to pull her cowering children away from the fighting.

"What, no more jokes? Come on, tell me a joke, funny man" taunted Kragr back, degrading Kralmus' many attempts at taunting Kragr.

Vesta · Aug 11, 2022

Close Your Eyes (And Count to Fuck)

"They're taking too long."

"Mistress they are engaged with the Mandal-"

"I don't care who they're fighting, I dropped a meteor on Myrkr to get rid of those damned lizards and I swear will do it here if it means opening a path to Rothana."

"Listen, I understand you're upset that things aren't progressing as quickly as they could have been after a setback like Teta bu-"

"All I need is for

Kyrel Ren and

Tu'teggacha to find what they can from whatever ruins the old rebellion left behind in the sensor complex."

"Understandable but that will take time -- especially with so many of the Enclave forces realizing an early defense could push us back."

Kings and politicians never saw the battlefield - that was how the saying went, anyways. Leadership always stayed behind, no matter the prowess, unless situations demanded their attention. Anything more forward, more brash, invited a courtship with disaster or caused the enemy to funnel all of their resources into targeting what they would inevitably perceive as the head of a snake. The Maw was different, though, or at least they liked to think they were - there was a distinct air of leadership that surrounded the Dark Voice but they were only a single part of a much larger machine. If she died, as her predecessor had, then she would be replaced by someone who would take her death into consideration in how they approached the galaxy from that point on.

While the Brotherhood had been making their steady progress in finding what they could in regards to taking control of the old Imperial sensor network in the nearby sectors the Enclave had thought this an early raid, perhaps a sign of something to come, and though they weren't wrong they had certainly underestimated how closely behind it was that the true hunger of the Maw lingered in wait. The primary invasion force, those that were coalescing from the various other points that the Brotherhood had been spread across leading up to the raid on Argovia, was only several sectors away - and their Voice was already on the planet, unbeknownst to all. One of the deadliest assets the Sith lord had was her ability to take on the appearance of whoever, or whatever, she so pleased - even as a small child led away by adults that were forced to treat her like their own or an elderly man being led away from the chaos.

Or just another woman bound and chained by Mawite soldiers, soldiers sent into disarray by the arrival of the Enclave to the odd frustration of their captive.

"Then it sounds like they need a different kind of distraction." The woman said, her body twisting and contorting from its feeble shape and into the far less diminutive stature of a woman with a purpose. Mori had been communicating by replicating her voice through electrical noise in the communicator that was placed into her ear, a practical application of what many would consider some sort of lightning or electrical manipulation through the force, voicing her displeasure with the state of things without ever moving her lips. The device, of course, had been hidden beneath a layer of flesh in her disguise, tucked away beneath what had appeared to be her ear, and only made itself apparent with her unmasking. An.. unfortunate.. side-effect of truly disguising herself as one among the population, however, was that the Dark Lord of the Sith was apparently unarmed.

The chains around her wrists and ankles melted to slag, dropping onto the patches of grass and moist soil, and quickly ignited beneath her feet as she rubbed at her knuckles and surveyed the fighting and chaos that was going on around her. It was like a colony of ants spooked out of their tunnels, scattered and dancing across the surface, as if she was the only one with an air of calm despite her frustrations. The man she had been standing with, chained to even, was screaming - she had disguised herself as the man's wife, which he had taken to meaning that the real woman he had taken her to be was either dead or already taken. He'd never find out the woman's fate, however, as she reached out with her right hand to grip him by his throat and tore out his larynx to shut him up - and ripped out a vertebrae for good measure, which she promptly tossed into the burning waste at her feet.

A lightsaber would be easy to pull from the ether, she was more than versed in the witch arts to do so, but she needed a weapon that would be able to deal with the beskar she presumed a great many of the Enclave made their armor from - she wasn't quite as familiar with them as she was with the Mandalorians that lived on their culture's birth world but it was better to presume the worst than to be defeated by misplaced optimism. She fell to one knee abruptly, ignoring the sounds of mortars being fired in the distance and whatever insanity it was that

Tegan Starfall was doing off in the relative distance for the meantime in order to improvise for the situation she had placed herself in. The flames that licked at the molten steel and bloodied bone and cartilage intensified as she reached into it, drawing the material and organic matter together with the dirt beneath it - incinerating the impurities and exposing the raw carbon as she used the force to give shape to the molten mass. Just as quickly as the substance came together into a singular, cohesive, shape the flames went out and the object's temperature dropped immediately - its heat being drawn out of it through cryokinesis - while her fingers curled around what appeared to be its haft.

As she rose back to her feet, lifting the large bludgeon-shaped mass with her, runic engravings spread out from where her hand rest along its handle and up into the crude tip of what was clearly a weapon.

"I'll just have to make one myself." She said.

Kralmus Orr · Aug 11, 2022

Location: Argovia, Argovas City
Nearby:

Vulcan Krayt
Engaging:

Kragr Krayt

Well, Kralmus hadn't seen that one coming.

Kragr's hammer had already shown that it was powerful when it'd cracked the pavement and let out an impressive sonic shockwave, but this was on a whole different level. Knocking down half a house with a single blow? Most earthquakes didn't cause this level of destruction. Each wall in the average single-level house of this size weighed about nine thousand kilograms, the equivalent of two cargo-laden speeder-trucks. How could a human man, no matter his size and muscle mass, hold in his hands something that exerted enough force to throw that around like it was nothing? How did the recoil of such a blow not tear his fleshy body to ribbons like it had done to the duracrete?

But physics was far from Kralmus's mind as he was hurled back from the shattered wall and slammed against the far side of the house. He blacked out for a few seconds on impact, just long enough that he missed the half the roof falling in on top of him. When consciousness returned an instant later, along with a thousand screaming aches and pains from the brutal series of impacts, the cannibal found himself buried in rubble. He could move his arms and upper torso, but his legs were trapped under heavy chunks of ceiling. His axe was gone, lost somewhere in the chaos. He could just manage to reach his belt, quickly working his blaster and a lone grenade free.

"What, no more jokes?" Kragr's titanic outline appeared amid the dust cloud as the giant warrior stalked forward, that building-shattering hammer still in hand. Kralmus pushed against the rubble pinning him, exerting all the strength he could from his seated position slumped against the intact far wall, but couldn't budge the pile of duracrete and rebar. Everything hurt, and hurt all the more when he pushed; he suspected several bones were broken. He'd held out against an Enclave supercommando force aboard the Avatar of War with a broken arm, even survived a duel with their warmaster, but he hadn't been trapped. "Come on, tell me a joke, funny man."

"Okay," Kralmus said, a cold grin on his face. "Here's a funny one. 'Enclave protection'."

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Jonas Dondavi - Jojo to his mother and sister - was seven years old today.

His family didn't have much; making the rent payments on their house had been tough on his mom, who waited tables at the Runty Ronto cantina a few blocks over. But they'd done everything they could to make the day special anyway. His big sister Luna, twelve years old now and so grown up, had baked him a cake while mom was at work - chocolate with cloudberry jam between the layers, his favorite. It was a little lopsided, but it tasted really good anyway. Mom had scraped together the money she could and bought him the toy he'd had his eye on for a whole year: a miniature lightsaber, perfectly fitted to his small hands. It was scuffed and secondhand, but he didn't care.

Mom worked nights, so they'd done his party in the afternoon, when she woke up from the five hours' sleep she could steal in the morning. The cake had been delicious. He loved his lightsaber, and had immediately run around the house with it on a cake-sugar high, swinging the colored tube of light through imaginary Sith. But the best part was the part they'd done every single year, even longer than he could remember. They'd taken an adhesive decal of a star and stuck it on the ceiling, right above the couch. Twelve pink stars for Luna, and now seven blue stars for him. It made him feel seen. It made him feel like this house was home, a stable place in this chaotic frontier town.

But lightsaber or not, Jojo Dondavi wasn't a Jedi.

So when his seven stars fell from the sky, he couldn't hold them up.

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Kralmus grinned, his teeth bloodied by some internal injury, as he pointed at the mother and her children. Huge chunks of ceiling had collapsed on the little boy, smashing his legs like twigs. The woman screamed and wailed, bloodying her hands with her frantic efforts to dig her son free, while the little girl froze in panic at her side. "Turns out that collapsing a house with civilians inside has some consequences," the cannibal said, laughing nastily... though his laugh trailed off into a cough that hacked up more blood. "Little boys tend not to have beskar armor, ya see. A thousand kilograms of duracrete to the legs tends to mean they don't do much walking anymore."

Kralmus shrugged dramatically, slightly shifting the mound of rubble that trapped him in place. "Oops! This is what happens when our people try to help. 'Mandalorian Protectors'... what an oxymoron. We're conquerors, big guy. Our history is soaked in blood." The dust cloud was starting to settle now, and between that and his words, it was about to be obvious to Kragr exactly where Kralmus was. So he held up the grenade he'd snatched from his belt - a thermal detonator on a dead man's switch. If he stopped holding it, boom. Would it kill Kragr? Probably not, the guy was a tank, and he had an energy shield. But it'd finish bringing the house down on them all.

And that would certainly kill the family that was still trapped inside.

"Tell ya what," Kralmus said, raising his blaster with the other hand - and pointing it directly at little Jojo's tearstained face. "I can erase your little mistake. People die in war. 'Collateral damage', and all that. I'll just shoot them, put them out of their misery, and then you can tell everyone they were 'victims of the Maw'." His visor swiveled to look directly at Kragr, though his gun hand never wavered. "The only people who need to know the truth are you and me. Just you, after you finish me off. And the truth is this: we're Mandalorians. We don't care about anything but glorious war. We crave conquest, and we don't care who gets hurt along the way."

The cannibal chuckled again, blood on his lips. "So how about it, big guy?"

"Ditch the Enclave propaganda. Live like a real Mando."

"Finish turning this little house into a morgue."

Kragr Krayt · Aug 11, 2022

Nearby:

Vulcan Krayt
Engaging:

Kralmus Orr
Location: Argovia, Argovas City
Gear: In bio

Kragr hadn't been attacked yet, which made him highly alert for some surprise attack as he walked deeper into the building, Warhammer raised an energy shield ready to block whatever the cannibal would do. However, when he heard the vile voice of the other Mandalorian's haggard voice Kragr knew what had happened and when the dust settled the giant warrior confirmed his suspicion.

Looking down at a broken warrior, Kragr lowered his hand, holding the Warhammer, seeing as most of Kralmus' limbs were broken. Kragr's jaw clenched when he saw the family and a wave of anger flared in his eyes seeing some part of the roof had crushed entirely the little boy's legs. The large Mandalorian was quiet, letting the warrior clad in red speak.

Kragr's bloodlust had gotten the better of him and it had cost a family great grief of sorrow, making the kid most likely unable to walk again, especially with how much of the house was destroyed.

Kragr cursed himself as his eyes fell back to the trapped Kralmus and saw the dead man's switched thermal detonator along with a lone blaster pointed directly at the little boy's tear-stained face.

"I can erase your little mistake. People die in war. 'Collateral damage', and all that. I'll just shoot them, put them out of their misery, and then you can tell everyone they were 'victims of the Maw'."

Holstering his Warhammer again, but held his energy shield active just for the fact that the cannibal still held the thermal detonator. Kragr glanced back at the family and remembered the raid on his old clan, razed from the face of the galaxy from Imperial Dar'mandas. The empty eyes as they stared towards the sky. The flashes of the burned children left in a ditched like useless cattle.

Kneeling down to get on Kralmus' eye level, "You're right, people do die in war" The large Mandalorian agreed.

"I've lost far more than you can possibly imagine," spoke Kragr with a deep threatening tone. "But from what I can see, they are dead no matter what I do" deducted Kragr with an icy voice. It might have been a very cruel thing to say right when the family was not far from him and Kralmus, but the matter of fact was that Kragr's heart had already been cracked and what was left was hardened much over time. He, of course, would prioritise saving the family if he could, but with no way without giving the cannibal exactly what he wanted, it was no use.

The boy's crying scream filled the half-broken house, followed only by the mother and sister's frantic voices as the mother tried desperately to get her boy out.

The distant explosions and fighting from where Kragr and Kralmus were could be heard almost as background noise as the dust cloud had completely settled. More rubbled debris fell from the roof and walls, adding to the piles surrounding them all and truly resembled a morgue of war.

Kragr knew all about tough decisions and generally saw no way out of this scenario where he could save the family from getting shot by this Mandalorian.

Raising back up, expecting Kralmus was waiting for an answer, probably an answer that would cause great pain to Kragr. Bending his free arm, Kragr looked down at Kralmus behind his helmet's t-visor with a stare of pain directed at the cannibal. "The family's death might be on my conscious, but whether you shoot them or blow them up, won't change a thing," said Kragr with a crazed grin of his own.

"For you see, I won't kill you. Oh no, but you will remember me" and with that, he stretched his arm out and aimed his vambrace directly at Kralmus's trapped frame. A burst of bright flames was projected directly at Kralmus as Kragr activated his vambrace flamethrower. Kragr was certain Kralmus' armour could protect him from dying, given the cannibal was a Mandalorian and looked to wear heavy armour like Kragr.

Whether Kralmus would let the thermal detonator blow up or not, didn't matter, all that mattered was the knowledge that Kragr left lasting scars of burned flesh, singing the song of Kralmus' defeat at the hand of Kragr Krayt and by extension, the Enclave.

Kragr did hope Kralmus would survive for the giant Mandalorian wanted a rematch.

Ada Infernum · Aug 11, 2022

EMBER
STREETS | ARGOVAS CITY
NEUTRAL:

Sinestra |

Tegan Starfall | Sisserith
ENEMIES:

Kragr Krayt | Enclave
ENGAGING: Solus Beroya |

Juno Wren |

Jas Katis

TORCH

A shot missed her by a second.

The sudden attack caused the Ember to miss her window and in once fluid, flexible motion, she regained her balance and cartwheeled away from her intended target.

As she touched the ground right side up again, a red blade ignited as her free hand flung a big, molten fireball at the Mandalorian that had been shooting with the aim of frying the jetpack. With the release of the ball, she then conjured a barrier from the Force around herself.

She was out in the open now.

All surprise blown as another attacker revealed himself while firing golden bolts all around. Blocking those bolts or the slugs would have been futile in any case. She had to take down one of the three. So Ada gripped onto

Juno Wren 's Verpine rifle with the Force and yanked to try and get it out of her hand. Hopefully the Mandalorian would be grounded and rid of her main armament so the Assassin could go in for the kill. Screw Acherus' want for a live Mandalorian.

Her own life was now in trouble.

Kralmus Orr · Aug 11, 2022

Location: Argovia, Argovas City
Nearby:

Vulcan Krayt
Engaging:

Kragr Krayt

"... huh," said Kralmus Orr, watching the hulking frame of Kragr advance toward him. "To be honest, I was expecting some kind of grand, heroic gesture. Jumping in front of them, or something." Kragr was a big guy, easily big enough to block any shot Kralmus would have at the family if he stood in front of them, and between his armor and his energy shield he could probably have tanked both the grenade explosion and any blaster shots directed his way. That intervention to save the civilians would have given Kralmus a little breathing room, maybe enough time to figure out how to extract himself from his rubble prison. Instead, Kragr had shrugged and written the family off.

"Guess you're a real Mandalorian after all. I respect it. It's exactly what I would've done."

Across the half-collapsed house, the woman wailed, a sound more full of utter, heart-wrenching grief and despair than any Kralmus had ever heard before. It was the sound of a mother realizing that she could not save her children... and that someone else, their only hope, had refused to. The glory of war, of claiming victory over an opponent, had won out over the value of their lives. Kragr loomed over Kralmus, raising his vambrace, and a stream of deadly flames licked out from it. The white-hot cloud engulfed the cannibal's beskar armor... which held fast. Beskar's melting point was well over 20,000 degrees. A flamethrower put out about 3,000 degrees of heat.

The fire would eventually cook him inside the metal armor, like a shellfish in a pot of water...

... but like that pot being gradually heated to boiling, it was going to take a while.

Of course, not everything on Kralmus's person was so resilient. "I don't think that's a good idea when you're standing that close," the cannibal calmly remarked, his vision completely obscured by the flames gradually heating his visor to an uncomfortable temperature. "See, I'm holding a grenade, and explosives and heat tend not to mix very we-" BOOM. The thermal detonator's thermite-axidite shell had absorbed enough heat to warm the notoriously unstable baradium payload, and the grenade went off. Even beskar armor couldn't save the hand of a man actively holding a thermal detonator when it went off, and Kralmus's left arm simply vaporized all the way to the elbow.

The cannibal had been holding the grenade well in front of him, away from his face, arm extended... but the blast still tossed his head back violently, knocking him out instantly. His crimson armor was cracked and blackened, one of his helmet's horns snapped off. He never got a chance to see what happened to Kragr, standing right in front of him, before consciousness fled him. The fate of the house, however, was all too obvious. The pressure wave smashed the weakened, half-collapsed foundations, bringing down what was left of the ceiling and burying everything - and everyone - left inside the structure. The floor, too, ruptured in the area around Kralmus.

There was no basement in these cheap row houses, but a network of utility pipes did run beneath them, carrying water and sewage. Kralmus's battered, one-armed, unconscious body, freed of the rubble when the grenade went off, tumbled into the pipes... and the water swept him away. Wherever he ended up, he was not on the list of bodies recovered from the residence in the aftermath of the raid. The wall of the collapsed house was tagged with a huge "3", and the town register had three names highlighted in red when the list-keepers moved through the carnage. Tarline Dondavi, age thirty-two. Luna Dondavi, age twelve. Jonas Dondavi, age seven.

Just a few more casualties in the Second Great Hyperspace War.

Three among the hundreds of millions all across the galaxy.

And the war, as it had for fifteen years, raged on.

Kragr Krayt · Aug 11, 2022

Nearby:

Tegan Starfall

Vulcan Krayt
Somewhere:

Kralmus Orr
Location: Argovia, Argovas City
Gear: In bio

Watching the flames devour the other Mandalorian, cooking the man within his own armour Kragr's bloodlust kept him from stopping the use of his flamethrower as he just. Wanted. To. Burn. Kralmus. As such, the voice of Kralmus was nothing but part of the background noise to Kragr and soon he stood to face a ball of monumental explosive prowess. Felt the superheating detonation hit him like a truck, followed by an equal if not more powerful and shockwave, launching Kragr back out of the house and straight into the house on the opposite side and through the wall.

Crashing into something hard in the other house, Kragr finally landed in some kind of minor storage room for construction. Everything hurt like hell, his head had a massive headache almost rivalling his body's pain coursing through him. He was laying completely covered in broken wood crates, sand from sandbags and something else Kragr wasn't sure what was.

Kragr could still hear the fighting happening outside and just laid there... with his own thoughts for a bit. After a bit of taking in the pain, Kragr bit the pain back and managed with a hiss to push into a sitting position. He removed his helmet and finally gave in to his lungs and took a deep breath of life, which only hurt his body more and coughed while sweat and blood were smeared into a mess on his face.

The taste of iron in his mouth, made him spit it out, before getting back up on his feet. The craziest part was, because of the adrenaline, he didn't even realise or feel that a small piece of metal had managed to pierce in between the very few gaps in his thigh armour. Only when he tried to walk, was when he felt a pulsating pain shoot through his entire body.

Kragr looked down and saw a small metal piece poking out of the gap in his thigh armour piece, forcing the large Mandalorian to lean up against a pillar for support. <"Shit..."> cursed Kragr in Mando'a but a burst of laughter broke through a pained hiss. Despite his wounds, smoking armour and a headache that kicked his ass right now, he had never felt more alive from a fight.

Sliding back down, he sat with his back up against the pillar and after removing the thigh armour piece, he pulled out the metal piece with a roar of pain, only to be drowned by the symphony of raging war outside. On the plus side, the metal hadn't gone completely through or hit any important arteries from what he could tell... though a lot of blood tainted his pants and dirty floor.

He had to work fast or he would lose too much blood, too fast to get help. Of course, he could try and reach out to

Shai Maji or anyone else on the frequency, but they were probably busy and didn't have time for him. So, Kragr did what he knew would work temporarily and activated his flamethrower's tube, letting the very same metal heat up, that had pierced his thigh in the first place.

Grimacing from another bolt of pain shot through Kragr, he watched as the metal heated to a bright orange colour and deactivated his flamethrower again. Folding his glove into more layers and biting down on the hardened leather, he placed one hand on the thigh to keep his leg steady and in the other hand, he held the metal with one end heated bright orange.

Pumping himself up, despite all manners of pain punishing him from doing so, he pushed the metal back into the wound and released the curse of Manda, roaring out unspeakable through gritted teeth as the searing flesh cooked while Kragr pulled out the metal again and threw it across the room. Having temporarily fixed the problem, he sat there for a bit, breathing heavy but painful breaths and wiping away some sweat and blood that had reached his eyes.

With sheer force of will, Kragr forced himself up and re-equipped the thigh armour piece, but closed it extra snugly around the thigh just as a precaution and placed the helmet back down over his head. Getting to the hole he had made when sent flying, he looked out with a blaster drawn and looked to see if there was any Maw nearby and luckily, there wasn't.

With great trouble, Kragr managed to get through the city and back to the spaceport. While he wouldn't be able to leave without having to get through Maw ships, his men on his freighter at least could look at the wound and heal it better.

With luck, Kragr would be able to get back out and continue fighting... Then again, who was he kidding, he would do it anyways.

Tegan Starfall · Aug 12, 2022

Kralmus Orr | Sisserith | Ada Infernum |

Sinestra
Enemies:

Juno Wren | Solus Beroya
Tags:

Shai Maji

Tegan saw it coming almost in slow motion as she finished her words, Shai came at her the right hand reached out for Tegan's Neck. Mere milliseconds before the hand wrapped around her neck and tried to crush the throat that was protected by the bevor of the white beskar she wore Tegan could have moved but she didn't she let the Mandalorian have her moment. Tegan's orange eyes peered out from the sith death mask right into Shai's crimson eyes. The Mandalorian growling at Tegan.

"You talk too much for a god."

Tegan was pinned against the ground that was rumbling ever more violently. The only problem was Tegan's web continuously grew which made it so Shai couldn't keep Tegan outside her circle very long with out moving her miles away. That did not matter though as it only took a matter of seconds for the trigger to be pulled with such menace into into the abdomen region of Tegan.

In a split second a vision entered Shai's mind one from an infant being birthed and ripped from her mothers' arms as the mother throat was slit. A vision of a brother stab another in the back in the middle of a battlefield. These vision flared in Shai's mind a Baby crying out in a dark room with a hundred other children crying. The crack of a whip on a child's back as they were verbally berated to work faster. A man and his son cutting at the flesh of a very awake and in extreme pain woman. Then an Eye was removed from the woman one that burned a sulfuric Orange.

The Vision continued on the woman who had her eye removed slaughtering the family. Then slaughtering the slaver s that had owned her. Then a vision came of a council of sith pointing at the woman branding her a betrayer fear in their eyes. The next image one of those lords on their knees begging the woman for mercy tears running down his face. The Lords world burning all around him his people dying on in the streets, the world was Lao-mon well before the Maw ever claimed it. The visions came faster worlds burning and even one where the fabled city Keldabe on Mandalore itself got glassed before it was popular to glass Mandalore every week. At the center this short dark-haired woman with glowing orange eyes stood fighting sith lords of long dead empires, fight self-proclaimed Mand'alors, and Jedi Grand Masters. The visions showed Tegan being anointed a master sith more then once, Becoming an Elder witch, Mastering the Shapers arts, and ascending to leader of the Sorcerers of Rhand.

The vision seemed to last a thousand lifetimes but only happened in a blink of an eye as the shots were fired into Tegan. The visions where not meant to garner sympathy or even fear but to impart on thing on Shai Tegan was toying with her. Tegan was toying with almost everyone very few realized just how long Tegan had existed and just how many empires she had seen rise and fall. How many Mand'alors she had taunted and tormented. Tegan was much more powerful than she ever let on. Tegan had died before and she did not fear it she had fought against being claiming to be death or death incarnate and came out the other side. She had walked through the nether and back to the land of the living more times then most could count. She had been a freaking Planet.

Her body phased out the grasp Shai hand only touching air now as the worm emerged from the ground underneath Tegan and Shai. Tegan let go and fell into he opening gaping Maw of the Worm as it breached the ground. Her last moment she sent a mental message to Shai. "If I'm not a God what is?" She fell into the wide chasm of the gap worms' mouth and she did she let herself go and let her soul begin to merge with that of the worm.

Shai Maji · Aug 12, 2022

ARGOVIA | ARGOVAS CITY
ALLIES: Not Maw |

Kragr Krayt
ENEMIES: Maw |

Tegan Starfall | Sisserith
ENGAGING:

Tegan Starfall
GEAR: In bio

BOYS WANNA BE HER

Shai found herself bombarded by memories on top of memories, years of suffering and pain burning into her mind as the Sith’s orange eyes stared into her visor. It seemed to never end, even after the influx of visions it felt like she just sat in the passenger seat of a horrid joyride for thousands of years. Except no time had passed. It apparently wasn’t even a second of time wasted as she fired into the Sith.

She phased out of the Wardog’s grasp as she clutched at her head, trying to process what the hell just happened.

Tegan Starfall said:
"If I'm not a God what is?"

And just like that, she sank into the ground and disappeared into the worm, leaving Shai with the fallout of her mental barrage. She managed to scrape her mind back together, relatively, and looked around. Her lightsaber was sinking quickly into the ground, but luckily the Wardog managed to snatch it with her whipcord before she took off into the air. Just in time for Baby to come around and snatch her with its cockpit.

”You wanna see a god? Lemme send you to one.” She growled with a stubborn determination her people were known for as she took control of the Basilisk. ”Strap in, Baby, we’re in for a bumpy ride.” The droid gave a droning growl in response as Shai hovered over the center of the massive beast. The rotary cannon began to spin up, until a golden beam projected from it along with several more from the other cannons on the beast.

The particle beam, capable of sawing entire star destroyers open, started to drill into the creature as it steadily rose from the ground. Buildings started to crumble and the town started to shudder. But she kept drilling. Eventually a number of proton torpedoes and concussion missiles launched from the flex tube launchers, burning through just about the entire magazine of ordnance as the drill continued to fire. Burrowing deeper and deeper to get as far below the surface as she could.

All to make way for the grand finale.

A cylinder dropped from the Basilisk’s ventral heavy launcher, followed closely by another, into the hole as the drill ceased. As the Basilisk rose higher into the air, the cylinders would go off to make their notorious presence known…

Juno Wren · Aug 12, 2022

Jas Katis Solus Beroya Ada Infernum

Sinestra

The Sith flipped away with an assassin's grace, lightsaber igniting as she flung a massive sphere of raging flames at Juno. Beneath her buy'ce, a grin spread unbidden across her lips, even as her brows furrowed in determination. The thrill of battle surged in her blood, that ancient instinct that had guided her people for a millennia. Turning up the heat, eh?

In mid-air, she pulled her right hand from her satchel and held it aloft, almost as if she intended to catch the fireball. She fired her repulsor and the wave of kinetic force smacked the molten fire away, showering the ground with a spray of molten embers. She went to squeeze off another round from her Verpine pistol - to keep the Sith on the move if nothing else - but before she could squeeze the trigger, her pistol was snatched from her hand, yanked away by an invisible force.

Kriffing hell!

She dipped low in the air, as if she meant to try and catch it. In her short but busy career as a hunter, she had yet to fight a Force user that didn't try and snatch her weapon. It was annoying, and ultimately futile. She was a Mandolorian, not some two-bit bounty hunter; she had weapons on weapons on weapons on weapons. Losing one little pea-shooter wasn't going to stop her!

Some sort of mag-locks on the gauntlets should take care of-

!

The Sith rushed her, blurring forward, even as explosions sounded in the distance and the very ground itself rumbled and quaked. A searing red lightsaber carved through the air with murderous intent. Juno slipped her beskad free from its sheath with one smooth motion, answering the cut with a horizontal slash of her own to turn the blade away.

The dance was on.

Sinestra · Aug 12, 2022

Objective: Capture Slaves
Allies: Maw |

Kralmus Orr

Tegan Starfall Sisserith Ada Infernum
Enemies: Enclave |

Kragr Krayt

Shai Maji

Vulcan Krayt
Engaging: Open | Solus Beroya

Juno Wren

Jas Katis

More and more defenders surged from nooks and crannies. Rats scurrying from every hole of this force-forsaken town. It seemed this galaxy had no shortage of self-proclaimed heroes; fools throwing their lives to save a city so depraved.

He growled through the comms to Colonel Wilhelm (

IMPERA ): "If you value your life, Colonel, you will secure the skies from further incursions."

The red blade continued its smooth dance, parrying the bolts fired at the advancing raiders until a yellow round widened his eyes in surprise. Acherus recognized their nature a little too late. Particle beams. Projectiles he'd first and last seen fired by specialized Jedi hunter units of the Sith Empire during the Stygian Caldera. A time from another life, no longer his.

The first bolt exploded into the crimson saber, showering the Sith in fiery sparks marring his face into a grimace of searing pain. He groaned before spinning in a pirouette to evade the upcoming hail of particle beam bolts abandoning the raiders behind to their fate. A few collapsed dead on the ground before the rest scattered behind what cover they could find. Acherus raised his blade instinctively with one hand, the other opened its palm in the direction of the entrenched enemy positions.

The Sith Knight opened his mouth to call out at Ada, noticing the complications on her end, before the ground rattled wildly and a loud rumble thundered on the parallel street. Eyes shifted to the side to witness a worm of titanic size.

Starfall.

"Imbecile." Acherus seethed through gritted teeth. Nothing he could really do about it. The frustration grew into fury and the Sith turned his attention back on Mandalorians, the sole presence on this planet that could become the victim of his wrath. Empowered by rage, he hurled his open palm into the ground. At first contact, the earth cracked sending a powerful shockwave forward. Fissures began to violently open in direction of the Mandalorians and Ada, seeking to either impale them on a surging rock or bury them in the pits suddenly opened.

Tegan Starfall · Aug 13, 2022

Kralmus Orr | Sisserith | Ada Infernum |

Sinestra
Enemies:

Juno Wren | Solus Beroya
Tags:

Shai Maji

The worm emerged high into he air as it breached the sand, clay, and rock causing ginormous debris cloud to explode out from it. Then it came slamming back down onto the ground crush a great portion of the city wall and many building along with killing fleeing civilians those that remain from the other carnage and bloodshed going on. So much havoc and destruction for a world up until today had remained relatively free of the Galaxies bullshit.

The worm let out a loud grunting roar as the breath extinguished knocked down even more buildings as the worm began to writhe in pain as the first of the particle beams ripped into it's hardened leather exterior skin. Deep gouges were ripped into, and it began to bleed black blood live a river. The Massive size of the of the worm and harden exterior was hardly a match for the Basilisk war droid. As the battle waged on a small holo like image appeared in front of Shai. The image of a woman wearing war paint head to toe, the hair black and left wild and unkept. The image was graining like a holo image, so it was hard to make out finer details though the eyes seemed to glow on the woman.

The Image looked at various gauges in the war droid and at the monito screens of it destroying the worm. The image seemed to nod it's head with an impress look on it's face. The Image watched as the Seismic charges were released a gleeful smile cross the images face as it was done. It was hard to tell if this image was residual affect of Tegan passing her memories on, an illusion, delusion, or some other manner of Magick. It turn to face Shai as the Seismic charges were released the smile on it's painted face was one of wickedest smiles one could image so twisted and contorted. That twist visage hung there as the Image moved to a sitting cross legged position just staring at Shai.

"Boom!"

It said as the deadening silence enveloped the air the seismic charge sucking all the sound away for a split second.

"Boom!"

The Image said again as the sound was sucked away once more by the second sesmic mine the silence only lasted mere seconds as both devices imploded one after another sending out their violent shockwaves. Those shockwaves ripped through the worm shredding its right down the middle, but the shockwave continued on destroying people and buildings of the city. The bomb did not care if you were worm, civilian, Maw, or even Mandalorian. The bomb was like Tegan an explosive force that could not be stopped and destroyed everything that was in it's path without care or reason. That holo like Image of the woman looked at Shai.

"The Sith is not my Religion, but I learned it's ways once long ago." The Image said to Shai before they could celebrate their well-earned victory of killing the worm and possibly everyone else in the city. "You have taken the weapon of a master and you have defeated the enemy in battle proving yourself. You showed no remorse or concern for those around showing you can separate yourself from trivial things." With that the small image pushed herself up to it's feet once more.

"Tyro, I now grant you the rank of Disciple and Title of Darth Hetzen. I shall write your name in halls of Apprentices Shai." The Image then began to fade an odd sentiment or maybe a torment to grant a non-force sensitive Mandalorian a title and rank among the Sith. Though Tegan herself was no Sith hadn't been for a very long time she could still grant titles or so she believed who the hell was going to stop her. "Until me meet again my apprentice." The image was Gone leaving behind only devastation and destruction. Then again maybe it was a hallucination left behind from the shared memory and Tegan was dead for the millionth time but like the plague she would return.

Shai Maji · Aug 13, 2022

ARGOVIA | ARGOVAS CITY
ALLIES: Not Maw |

Vulcan Krayt | Solus Beroya |

Juno Wren
ENEMIES: Maw |

Sinestra | Ada Infernum
ENGAGING:

Tegan Starfall
GEAR: In bio

THE MARK HAS BEEN MADE

As she fought to drill into the enormous worm, a strange image appeared in front of her. At first it seemed to be a hologram, but she quickly figured out that it wasn’t the case. The small, grainy figure merely observed her and the war droid for a moment until the charges went off.

Everything grew silent for a moment as any sound was sucked out of the air, and then the droning explosion not only tore the worm apart, but swept through nearly every building in the city. The devastation around her left her in a state of shock for a good few moments, the Wardog unable to comprehend the sheer destruction brought to Argovas City by her hand.

Tegan Starfall said:
"The Sith is not my Religion, but I learned it's ways once long ago."

"You have taken the weapon of a master and you have defeated the enemy in battle proving yourself. You showed no remorse or concern for those around showing you can separate yourself from trivial things."

Her wide eyes shifted back to the figure as her hands tightened around the controls of the Basilisk.

Tegan Starfall said:
"Tyro, I now grant you the rank of Disciple and Title of Darth Hetzen. I shall write your name in halls of Apprentices Shai."

"Until we meet again my apprentice."

A vile snarl contorted along her features at the words. The fact that she knew her name was also not helping her, though the Wardog had no desire to even learn the name of the psychotic “goddess” she faced. With a growl she swung a clawed hand at the figure, only for it to pass clean through as it faded.

”I hope we do…” She snarled after the figure disappeared from the cockpit. The woman had started a raging inferno in Shai, one that was finally put to rest after what happened on Tython. A helpless rage that gnawed away at her mind.

”You know she’s right, mutt.”

Her shock and anger was broken by a faint whimper behind her. The little girl she saved was sitting in a tight ball, shivering from shock and fear. The rage subsided as she watched the little girl for a moment. With a sigh she pulled her helmet off and scooted over to the other passenger seat, pulling a blanket out from the small storage compartment to wrap around her. ”You’re safe. You hear me? It’s okay now. I’ll go get your mommy.” She muttered, moving back to the pilot’s seat. She had a feeling that she was going to get another foundling by the end of the day.

The Basilisk hovered over the torn battlefield with scanners searching for survivors. Fortunately there were still a good number of them. Civvies, Mando’ade, mercenaries, and even Mawites were still moving around and duking it out.

The most disturbing thing for her, above all else, was the lack of sympathy. There was no regard for the fallen aside from the Mandalorians, though she hoped that everyone was accounted for. No, there was no need for remorse. Between a giant worm and slavery in the Maw… this was a better fate to meet.

The Basilisk moved in, firing with its cannons at the remaining Mawites with ruthless efficiency. All the while, Shai looked for survivors to load in or guide to safety. The Enclave was going to have a lot of foundlings after this…

Jas Katis · Aug 13, 2022

ARGOVIA | ORBIT

HEX INCORPORATED | HELLION PRIVATE MILITARY GROUP

ALLIES: Enclave | Solus Beroya | 

Juno Wren

ENEMIES: Maw | 

Sinestra
| Ada Infernum

ENGAGING: 

Sinestra
| Ada Infernum

GEAR: In bio | unit equipment
Flagship:HNV-701 ”Tython” (Overlord) | (100% | 100%)
​
Front:2x Conqueror-Class Star Destroyers:HNV-724 ”Nimban” (100% | 100%)
HNV-712 ”Lorta” (100% | 100%)
​
Support:6x Tiburon-Class Corvettes:HNV-701-A ”Denon” (100% | 100%)
HNV-701-B ”Coruscant” (100% | 100%)
HNV- 724-A ”Lyran”(100% | 100%)
HNV-724-B ”Kestri” (100% | 100%)
HNV-712-A ”Vlemoth” (100% | 100%)
HNV-712-B ”Isis” (100% | 100%)
​
Compliment:Meteor-Class Starfighters
Vanguard-Class Gunship
Type 72 Orbital Drop Pod



SEWER WARS​


The two Mandalorians didn’t waste any time to take the fight to the Sith. Jas glanced at the two for a moment, eventually figuring that the women could handle themselves for a moment. His attention shifted to the other one as he watched him send a surge through the ground towards the assassin and the Mandalorian duking it out.


His hand reached out and a powerful Blast was sent towards the man, enough to hopefully break his concentration. Then he followed up with a volley of particle bolts at the Assassin as he made his way to the man, hoping to give the Mandalorian woman some breathing room.


Finally he tossed his rifle aside and drew a hilt from a pouch on his belt. He launched through the air towards the Sith as a crimson blade exploded from the hilt, swinging at the man’s head with ludicrous strength and speed. 

”How about a fair fight, huh?” He quipped as his visor glared at the Sith. He moved again, striking with quick, barbaric attacks intent on cleaving the Sith in half, though the discipline and precision hinted towards the years of training the Pureblood had. His concealment came undone, allowing the two Sith to feel the former Knight’s dark presence through the Force.

Vulcan Krayt · Aug 17, 2022

Location: Argovia | Argova City
Objective: Survive!
Equipment: Sword, M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1 M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol, M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2, Thermal Detonators x50, Magnetic Detonators x 50, Perun's Call
Allies: Enclave |

Shai Maji
Enemy Combatants: Maw |