Invasion The Empire Strikes Back - TSE Invasion of VJE Wayland

[Adenn Kyramud]

Location: Mount Tantiss, Wayland
Allies: VJE and Allies
Enemies: TSE and Allies
Tags: Ellie Mors | Ardana Vorco
Links(background NPCs closest to Adenn): Gunner | Beskad Elite
Links: Ammo(Gargaru Slugs)

Clan Mortui fought on from their fortified positions, pouring death towards their enemies. At the same time, the fire from the Sith army pounded into their positions, prompting many to take cover. Nonetheless, they were ready for a fight, and it was a fight they got and gave. Eventually the very planet came alive to attack the Mandalorians, causing panic in many. However, lifelong training soon took over and they activated various flamethrowers, primarily wrist weapons. They burned the lines of plants coming at them, more than thankful for their trenches. While the trench lines had been dug into the ground and rocks, proper trench lines were more than simple dirt emplacements. Clan Mortui was a clan of siege masters, and since they had time to fortify their positions, the lines had been enforced with plasteel, permacrete, and other, stronger, materials. This stopped the plants from entering the trenches from under the Mandalorians, but merely slowed the plants above ground. This forced numerous squads of Mando'ade to be diverted so that the plants could be purged properly.

At the same time, the ground by the artillery's position gave way under them. Their positions had been similarly fortified, leaving most artillery pieces perched upon flat steel. However, as the ground shifted, so too did the artillery, causing at least a dozen shots to be shot far too close to their own lines, at the forefront of the enemy horde. This forced the artillery to fall silent, as the crews had to readjust their aim to suit the new incline. Nonetheless, only a handful of artillery positions had been truly lost to the landslide. Sadly though, their loss of firepower was noticed as the loud booms of artillery had fallen silent.

As Clan Mortui fought off the plant surge, Adenn's kill team fought on, a third of them activating their own flamethrowers to destroy the plants attacking them. Adenn himself shot forth a burst of flames, burning the ground before him, keeping him safe, for the moment. He heard then the taunt of the Sith echo in his mind. Roaring his fury at the taunt, along with the pitiful and cowardly attack, Adenn moved forward. He fired his weapon towards the closest Sith leader once more, before dropping the weapon, letting it become attached to his back. As the storm began to gather, Adenn roared once more, his voice amplified by his armors speakers.
"We are Mandalorians, and you are nothing!"

Gripping his sword with both hands, Adenn activated his jetpack and launched himself forward, soaring through the sky towards the pair of Sith. His sword would come downward, in a large sweeping slash, his sword ablaze in the Force, along with his mind's rage. Behind him Gunner led the Beskad Elite forward, creating a wall of beskar, steel, and pure destruction behind Adenn's general position, some 5 meters back. As Adenn fell down towards Darth Xanesh, he ignored the coming storm, letting the sword absorb the worst of it, even as he let out the age old cry of all Mando'ade.
"For Mandalore!"

 

[Taa Nul]

Location: Mount Tantiss
Post: 2
Allies: The VJE, K Kaine Australis Darth Vaktare Adenn Kyramud
Enemies: The Sith Empire, Taeli Raaf Ardana Vorco Ellie Mors

As the Sith prisoners were brought forth, Morcus approached in his Ommin Harness, gazing down upon them with a devious smile. His guards stepped back, forming a circle around he and the captured Sith. "Your deaths today will serve a higher purpose than that you have followed in the service of the Sith Empire. With your deaths, I shall be remade. Your power shall restore the one...true...EMPEROR!"

With one swift motion, Morcus thrust his hands forwards towards the prisoners, proceeding to begin sucking them dry of their power with force drain. In their weakened state from weeks of starvation and torture, they cried out in agony as their very essence was torn from their bodies painfully. Morcus cackled maniacally as his once frail and sickly body began to swiftly rejuvenate and repair itself as it feasted upon their very lifeforce, his once hazed eyes now glowing with the corruption of the dark side. This unholy act would likely be felt by the other Sith in the vacinity of the mountain, and perhaps further afield as well.

The now drained and deceased carcasses of the Sith prisoners flopped down to the floor after the ritual had concluded. Morcus released himself from his Ommin Harness, able to walk once again, his body strong and free of the sickness and atrophy that weakened it before. He gazed at his hands from beneath his hooded robes, a grin forming upon his lips as he addressed the corpses before him. "Look what you have made..."

 

[Orion Darkstar]

Objective: Decimate All Opposition
Allies: Darth Voracitos | 33rd Battalion | x2 Maelridae | TSE
Enemies: Trajan Fett | War Droid Squadrons | SoM | VJE
Gear: Red Lightsaber, Combat Armor & The Darkside of the Force
Post # 2

N O - R E T R E A T

The sundering clouds of smoke and terrorizing screams of the slaughtered began to surround him. The two forces of each side colliding like a massive orchestra of death. Soldier after solider fell in front of Orion. The sithspawn were hard at work as they ripped through the enemy forces. Blood splattering across the field like a crimson tribute to the gods that watched, if any. Orion took pleasure in watching his beautiful pets slice and chomp through the competition. The sly smile hidden from beneath his chrome mask that peered into the soul of one target. With little effort the creature was able to stabilize through the surrounding smoke and broke free from the congested ranks of his own men that continued to push onward. Orion eclipsed the smoke, emerging faster than before as fear was struck in the hearts of those in the way.

With balance and focus, Orion closed in on the Mandalorian and his basilisk war droid. He could see that the attention was all on him now. The shattering metal infusion of robotic engineering rippled through the air as they too began to charge. The metal claws dug deep as they rushed toward Orion and his creation. Still, Orion pushed forth, carefully clearing his mind as the drudging sound of the pounding metallic machine grew closer. The force was with him briefly before completely leaving him. Orion had predicted the use of force negation tactics. It mattered little now as the two were mere seconds from colliding.

3..

Orion closed his eyes, the sweltering tension between the two charging without giving any quarter. Orion jumped as the loud smash from below forced his creation and the metallic beast to collide. The wind caught him and Orion's eyes popped open. The sound of a small burst of propulsion forced his opponent higher into the air than himself. His eyes caught a steel shimmering blade furiously being swung downward at his head. If the blade connected in the air, Orion would be torn asunder. With little time to focus on the outcome between the Maelridae and the Basilisk, Orion used the momentum and twisted his body in a spiraling back flip. Just as his feet met the ground, one of his knees found solace in the dirt beneath him. The singing song of sharp irrefutable steel connected. Orion tilted his head upward. His mask felled by the tip of the blade, engraving a long etched scar, before latching itself abruptly in unusual fashion.

2...

A delicate face was shown beneath it, a plastered wicked smile greeted the Mandalorian. With the effort from his opponent to dislodge his protective mask, Orion retaliated in the mere seconds his mask had begun to preform its ascension to the sky. The loud pitch hissing of his pet Maelridae comforted him as a blindingly fast stream of red sprung to life. The saber shifting horizontally as it clashed against the sharp edge of the blade before it continued its assault. The strength behind the swing was carefully allocated onto his left side, allowing his body to recover from the previous stunt. His breathing calmed as he was face to face with the so called, honorable Mando.

1...

Orion's mental clock came to a halt as he stared into the T-shaped visor with disgust. Pressing against the blade he leaned in for only a brief moment before a quaint clicking sound escaped his lips. The black beast responded, it rushed forward and with its lengthy body frame lifted its tail from behind the sith. The sharp end of its tail slowly moved back and forth, almost waiting for the right time to strike and assist its master. With another command, Orion sneered. His tongue clicking like moments before. The Maelridae stiffened its sharp tail and thrusted it forward aiming for one of the exposed areas of the Mandalorian's armor. Orion's black lengthy hair lifted as the creature's precision just missed his ear, extending like a bullet toward the mando.

The ominous crackle of his lightsaber pressed harder now. The drumming sounds of warfare finally came back in full spectrum as heaps of metal and blood continued to spray over them. The two of them were beacons of hope for both sides as they locked into place like magnets trying to reject one another. Orion could feel it again. The thrum of his heart, the steady pace of his mind calculating what was next. The only thought present in his mind was...

Victory.

Trajan Fett | Careena Fett | Tace Kurze | Warchief Waddles | Mig Gred | Cynthia Solus | Niamh Raste | R Reyn Australis | Darth Zveris | Darth Vaktare | Ingrid L'lerim | Menelik | Stardust Solus Skirae | Taeli Raaf | Thaelius | Caedyn Arenais | Darth Carnifex | Ardana Vorco | Fiolette Raaf | K Kaine Australis ​

Template Made By: Annasari​

 

[Niamh Raste]

Location: Akitagrad, Wayland
Allies: VJE and Allies
Enemies: TSE and Allies
Intent to Engage: Ingrid L'lerim and AMCO
Gear: 1 Silver-bladed Lightsaber | Circlet | Accuracy Gloves | Double Brand | Echani Moonwrought Armor

By the time the ship was ready, the dropships had already left with the droids loaded up. They took off after them, heading down towards the planet. There was a particular city that seemed to be the place where most of the populace resided, so she aimed them towards it. They were fast enough that they quickly passed the other ships and flew down to one of the larger thoroughfares. The RAL settled down and she walked to the door and stepped out without a second thought. The ship took off again, leaving her alone in the middle of the street. The Echani Queen looked around at the buildings around her, taking them in, wondering how many people were inside for the Sith to slaughter.

She waited for a time before the Kaertos caught up and dropped their pods. Twenty-eight EMBU Mk 4's exited one of the pods, and two Monsterjager's exited the other two. When it came to the Sith, it was likely that they would deploy sithspawn. When they did, the droids she'd designed to fight them would be there to take the fight to them. It would be messy, but it would be an awesome fight and she relished another opportunity to deploy them in the fight against evil.

"Hunter twelve," she called as the droids assembled.

"Ma'am?" the droid asked, stepping forward.

"I want you to lead the others in a sweep of the city. I don't doubt you'll encounter resistance but focus on killing the Sith and protecting the civilians. If any Mandalorians challenge you and they aren't marked as one of the clans you've been programmed to distinguish, you are free to engage them but don't seek them out. Keep Beta and Rho at the rear of your formation and protect them from the fighting until they're needed. They're large targets."

"Understood."

The droid motioned to the others to roll out and the much faster EMBU's disappeared into the side streets as the monster hunters plodded after them. She was glad she wouldn't have to fight the large droids. Even for standard infantry, they would be a nightmare. Regardless, this left her alone to plan what she was going to do. She had come down with every intention of fighting against Sith herself. First, she'd have to find them. When they'd been coming down, though, she'd seen a few ships landing, so she had a general direction in which to travel at least. For the time being, she made her way boldly down the middle of the street, ignoring everything that wasn't a threat.

Come out, Sith. I would have words with you.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

// JUGGERNAUT// War Droid
// LOCATION// Entering Weylands atmosphere
// OBJECTIVE // Aid the Sons of Mandalore
// ALLIES // Careena Fett | Tace Kurze | Caedyn Arenais | SoM | VJE
// ENEMIES // TSE
Armor | Main Weapon | Side-arm | Melee |

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Determination

Many people in the galaxy would be better off if they suffered a heart attack, if they didn’t survive it they would be removed from the misery of their lives. Isaiah had once been one of those people. At one time all he could see in his life was sorrow, misery, and hate. Every day, every minute, every hour, a torment. Whining and complaining about the ultimate blessings that he had. Life and freedom. Upon leaving the Jedi he thought he was nothing, that in a way he’d lost a part of himself. When the Mandalorian Empire tried to strip him of the force and he was forced to flee, he had felt betrayed. Every waking minute afterward he blamed them both. He blamed the Jedi for falling off their path. Faulted the Mandalorian’s for their flawed mentalities. In truth, it had always been Isaiah holding himself back. He could’ve gone on to do great things, yet instead, he let the weight of other’s sins weigh him down. To limit him. Blaming others for what he didn’t accomplish. He could’ve been better than that.

The wealthiest place in the galaxy wasn’t Mandalore with its stores of Beskar. It wasn’t Muunilist with its banks and repositories. No, it was the cemeteries that populated the galaxy. It was there where potential never realized was buried. Dreams never perceived. It was there where you find people who were imprisoned by fear, who let opportunity slip through their grasp. Who had truly been wronged in life and stolen away from the material plane all too soon. Many in the name of a galactic power that simply sought to increase their own wealth and expand their territories.

As the violet and cobalt veil of hyperspace pulled back revealing star lines, Isaiah swore that he would no longer be one of the lost. The lines turned into orbs that filled the viewscreen, accompanying them the assault force of the Sith that bore down on the planet of Weyland. Balls of flame erupted as vessels met their fiery and violent ends.

Hand rising to his chest, Isaiah placed it over his heart, forced to stabilize himself against the control console as he approached the planet. The emotions overwhelming, the death, unlike anything he’d felt in decades. Anger, bloodlust, passion, all blended into a cocktail meant to drown the one-time Jedi.

Head swimming Isaiah’s eyes looked upon the planet. This was what he was meant to stop when he was a Jedi, as a Mandalorian he was meant to ensure such a fate never befell his brethren. He’d failed on both fronts, failed in both his duties. He would’ve failed once again if he left the Sons of Mandalore to die on the force forsaken world. Never again would he forsake them, he would fight for what was right.

Seizing the steering yolk, Isaiah swerved, dived and dodged around the Sith fleet. Flashes of crimson energy sought to halt the warrior’s progress, yet in the face of them, Isaiah braced himself, the vessel as a whole shaking from near impacts. Sweat formed on the man's head, his hands shook on the stering column. It was in his eyes that you say the determination. They would not stop him. Flying past the Sith vessels Isaiah entered Weyland’s atmosphere.

 

[Inanna Harth]

Location: Akitagrad

While the players in this war drama duked it out in the open, nameless soldiers ventured deeper into the streets, preparing the way for their leaders. They were the ones who came after civilians, brandishing their weapons threateningly. For the most part, they didn’t fire their guns—it would be a waste of ammo. Instead, they chased the fleeing citizens of Akitagrad into the shadows of abandoned houses, debris-strewn alleyways, and scrapped vehicles, corralling them for exploitation and extermination.

Children were torn from the arms of their mothers and fathers. Men were beaten into the dust with the blunt ends of rifles. Women were dragged away screaming, their captors tearing at their hair and clothes. The violence of the battlefields was quick, too chaotic to follow. The violence here was slow and visceral.

Out of the smog-filled sky came the drexl. Huge, fanged, and furious, it swooped down and decimated half the soldiers’ ranks in a single blow. The rest were taken out by the second swing around, extinct in this particular quarter of the city.

When all were dead, the civilians regrouped. The young ones were reunited with their parents. Those who were too injured to move were carried by their fellows. They hurried away from the sounds of battle, suddenly aware of a subliminal command echoing through their minds, a set of coordinates…

The coordinates led to a Guardian class frigate bearing the Red Sigil, nestled in an out of the way area on the outskirts of the city. By the time they reached it, the drexl had long since moved on to other areas. It did not discriminate. Anyone it spied assaulting civilians, it attacked from above, moving swiftly and efficiently, leaving behind only the mental command for the survivors to board the neutral evac ship.

Trajan Fett Careena Fett Tace Kurze Warchief Waddles Mig Gred Cynthia Solus Niamh Raste R Reyn Australis Darth Zveris Darth Vaktare Ingrid L'lerim Menelik Stardust Solus Skirae Taeli Raaf Thaelius Caedyn Arenais Darth Carnifex Fiolette Raaf K Kaine Australis Lirka Ka Darth Voracitos AMCO Lucien Dooku Orion Darkstar

 

[Lord Venari]

Objective: Take Akitagrad, secure an operations base.
Allies: Vallaro Kindall , Leon Amun , TSE & Allies
Enemies: VJE & Allies
Equipment: In Bio
Theme

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Death lingered around every corner of Akitagrad's war torn streets, the set stage of the Empire's latest play.

A final conflict on Wayland had been inevitable, never a question of if but when. Smoky air did little to mask the stench of charred corpses and melted armor that wafted through the city. The rank odor returned Venari to the recent battle of Muunilinst. A putrid smell all too familiar to those acquainted with the vagaries of war. It dug into the nostrils and took root, unrelenting until one either found themselves soaring away from the battlefield or among the corpses left behind and forgotten. That same smell often determined the victor before the warring parties even met. Who anticipated the aroma of battle? Who whiffed it in and embraced it? Despite, recent setbacks against the Empire's enemies, Venari's Legion Undying stood near full strength and ready to spread Sith-Imperial doctrine, law bringers doused in those perfumes of war and determined to bring order to the galaxy.

A crimson cascade of TIE fire sent a great reverberating shudder through the city street. A large duracrete wall of a nearby storehouse burst into the dust and debris, within a klatsch of Mandalorians and their ilk sprung for their weapons. Fiery irises haloed the void like pupils of Venari's eyes, his gaze fixated on his next meal. With his allies nearby and his Legion at his back, it was time the Sith Lord devoured the world's impurities and regurgitated them as the bogan power that was the force's purest form. Likewise, legionaries spread through the streets to remedy Akiragrad of disorder's infectious ways.

Battle hardened instinct led the Mandalorian renegades to train their weapons on the Sith in a flash yet still they were too slow, locked in Venari's hungering well. Twin tendrils erupted from the Sith Lord's hands and pierced his foes. Uncaring for their Beskar defenses the tendrils feasted on the enemy depriving them their life and any attachment to the force. A half dozen of the armor-clad warriors fell immediately, the others joined but a moment later. Still he hungered. Meager was the appetizer those misguided warriors offered. With this lot dead, his troops continued to mobilize.

The clattering of Imperial boots against the ground faded as the Sith Lord looked skyward. Above, the Reclaimer rejoined the armada after breaking through enemy lines. Beyond the assets deployed in the initial assault there would be limited support until the enemies above were quelled. Venari's legion would not shirk their duties. It was time to silence this distraction so the Empire could focus on their growing number of enemies. Even here the whispers of the cowardly NIO-Alliance opposition could be heard beyond the Network forefront.

An emerald streak of blaster fire whizzed by the Sith Lord stirring the shrieks of his pet and tearing him from his space bound sojourn. Spinning on his heel, the surging powers of the dark traversed through his arm then erupted into a bolt of Sith lighting frying the armored fool who dared to fire and miss.

Without a word he broke into stride down the street accompanied by his hunters and the legion clad in their lightless armor. With no clear battle lines drawn their first objective was to establish a proper operations center and staging area. Despite their limited supplies, the Mando-Network threat was not one to be underestimated. Such a mistake had recently cost the Empire some of its territory, it would not be repeated. Now, their eyes were set on the closest security garrison within the trade zone.

Turning to his Tribune Venari spoke. "Waldar, secure the flank and coordinate any forces that come to ground. As soon as we clear the garrison, you move your unit up and see to its defenses."

"It will be done my lord, good hunting."

"Likewise," the Sith Lord answered, a toothy sneer stretched across the features hidden by his helmet.

The hungering lord shifted his attention three blocks further to the four-story garrison and started to march. So began the hungering lord's great feast.

 

[Darth Ledgermayne]

Allies: Darth Voracitos Orion Darkstar TSE
Enemies: Mandalorians? Trajan Fett
Location: A base of operations. ​

Much time had passed.

These warriors known as mandalorians were an enigma to me. I had seen and read the reports about there ferocity during the invasion of Mandalore. A nest they could not defend correctly and thus the result was loss: Loss of life, culture and honor. A people scattered to the furthest edges of the galaxy by a swift fist. One would think this warrior culture would learn their lesson, fall under Sith dominion and propagate the Empires cause. For a time this was so.

For a time.

A brief period of history was lost in my mind. Narrative of disbelief. The Sith Empire had festered and birthed something that took apart of itself. What exactly it was alluded me for the time being but the effects could be felt. It could be seen. Like tremors of a seismic quake. The march of thousands of soldiers. Heel and toe into the earths below. The dust that arose from the drop of each and every man and woman that gave their lives. A schism. There were those that believed that this was the beginning of the end for the Sith Empire. They were wrong. This was just the beginning.

Strength. My crystalline lips mouthed the phrase as if to say aloud. The utterance timed exactly as a explosive shell expanded past its limits to shake the drop ship and stir the hearts around me. They did not fear what was to come. The Empire as a whole had been tested, weighed and measured. Yet here it stood united and fortified against a threat. The vessel twisted and turned till it hovered closer to the ground. The barking of orders pressing to drown out the irrelevant thoughts that crossed my mind. Closing my eyes I let the planet speak to my body.

To establish contact. The pattering of feet. Firing of missiles. Slugs and blaster bolts. The vibration of each and every movement rebounding in the earth; waves and then from myself. Slowly the positioning and various presences began to make sense. It painted part of a picture. Geological mapping. The planet could tell me no lie.

From base camp the armor robed crystalline figure began to piece together the puzzle. The battlefield itself. Red eyes blazed poised like daggers into the face of the opposition. His attention was drawn foremost to the front line of the siege. Donning a smirk, simple gray and black armored robes hidden by a tattered outer cloak Darth Ledgermayne made it way forward through sith ranks to the front lines.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Akitagrad: Above it
Lunch: K Kaine Australis
Tasty Morsels: Caedyn Arenais, Trajan Fett , Careena Fett , Niamh Raste, Warchief Waddles , Mig Gred
(Currently) Inedibles: Ingrid L'lerim , Lirka Ka , AMCO , Orion Darkstar
Maybe Edible?: Darth Ledgermayne
Number of Bites: 3

Breathe in, breath out.

It took mental effort to command the remnants of the lungs within him to expand and contract, his whole body participating in a kind of meditation as his focus upon the earth far beneath him increased to its apex. His focus on the ground could be felt by nearly everyone in the city now, as now the shaking turned into shifting.

Breathe in, breathe out.

The Maw on his stomach sucked in air and blew it out in rhythm to his decrepit lungs, though the air it drew was symbolic only. The ground beneath a Bral began to crack beneath it, buckling from pressure. Suddenly, a spire of earth erupted beneath it with such ferocity it would catapult the War Bral and the ground beneath into the sky like a rocket. Then, two more spires erupted likewise beneath the other Bral, launching them all far away from the city, to be crushed by the massive pillars of rubble Voracitos just created. In the place of where the Bral used to be, now existed three cavities in the earth, and the ground began to shift of its own accord to fill these cavities.

His eye opened up, to see K Kaine Australis rocketing towards him on a war mount.

"Interesting." The Sith Lord spoke to himself, smiling.

 

[Careena Fett]

[ Theme ]
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C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Akitagrad​

| Objective | Fight and Resist​

| Company | Trajan Fett / Tace Kurze / Warchief Waddles / Judas Priest ​

The Basilisk that Careena rode on soared through the skies as her war droid made for the surface, dodging and weaving through laser filled skies as the Sith forces present began to engage the arriving Mandalorians. The war droid spat lasers in kind, tearing through any unfortunate craft that might have gotten in its line of fire. Careena and her mount disappeared into the clouds as a hostile starfighter chased after them in hot pursuit. The Sith Imperial pilot chasing after her would quickly lose sight as he glanced around inside of his cockpit to get a bearing on his quarry. He'd emerge from the clouds, no sign of the war droid or its Mandalorian rider anywhere to be seen in his field of view. Suddenly, like a hawk emerging out of the clouds came Careena and her war droid, the mechanical behemoth's claws outstretched as it buried its metallic talons into the TIE fighter's cockpit. ​

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Careena would tap a few buttons on her gauntlet before hopping herself up, getting into a crouched position before leaping off her war droid, sailing gracefully into the air as she performed a backflip away from the interlocked machines. The war droid's talons would sink into the TIE fighter and crush it as the starfighter exploded into a fiery ball of carnage that burst into sparks and smoke, the silhouette of the Basilisk flying off on its own as it went on to aid the others for aerial superiority.​

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Air rushed past the woman as she dived straight towards the surface of the planet, shifting her direction as she steered herself, gracefully bobbing and weaving like a bird through the sky. The rush of adrenaline, the thrill of battle - how her warrior soul yearned and missed these feelings. If there were ever a thing to thank the Sith Empire for, it was for giving her and her people the reason to fight once more. A warning beep was sounded inside of her helmet as a TIE fighter was on a collision course with her. She'd glance off to her side as she spotted the fighter, twisting and turning her body as she reached back and gripped the handle of a Ifrit Pattern Vibro-machete. The slightest miscalculation in her movements and she would be a bug splattered on the cockpit of the fighter. ​

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She twisted her body as the fighter just barely passed beneath her, using the momentum of her spin as she slashed the rear with the superheated plasma blade. The TIE fighter began to trail smoke as it flew past her, exploding a few hundred yards as the engine gave out. Careena would continue to twist her body as she sheathed the blade, diving towards the surface.​

 

[AMCO]

Location: Orbiting Wayland, en route to Akitagrad.
Objective: Contain the Australis menace, once and for all.
Equipment: Gildenweave Turtleneck | Changeling Commandos
Writing With: Ingrid L'lerim | Niamh Raste
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A slight smirk dancing across his features, Adrian responded in a similarily half-joking manner. "Oh, I don't know, it might be me watching your backside; I'm much better at a distance, you see." Tone turning wry, he shrugged. "I may have skipped swordsmanship class at the Academy."

Attention momentarily diverted by the shuttle putting down, the Sith Lord was surprised by the redhead leaning forward to kiss him; surprised, but hardly upset, for soon after he returned the gesture, a glimmer in his eyes. "Luck, then."

Watching the woman disembark, he signalled for his own men to follow - all except their commander, whom he summoned with a wave.

"Pursue objective Besh independently, L'lerim and I should be fine on our own."

Ambling down the ramp with in a manner better suited for a board room than a warzone, he eyed his men vanishing into the urban jungle before returning his attention to the woman before him - a woman who, if he was being honest, was far better suited for such operations than himself.

"Shall we?"

 

[Skorvek]

Location: Forest area
Allies: Adara Raxis Stardust Solus Skirae Cynthia Solus TSE
Gear: In Profile save for a sith Amulet that hes wearing.
Enemies: R Reyn Australis

While the hammerhead was under attack he finally finished making his own defensible cave area with a proper ritual zone created, He muttered a few sentences in the old sith language as the sigils he had carve into his makeshift area while they where being created started to glow as a black mist started to ooze slowly from each symbol and swirl in a circle around the cavern as they started to form into various black smoke like creatures with hellish red eyes as he sent them outward to prowl around the forest, They take the manifestations of various beasts and things from peoples nightmares set out to hunt and kill anyone that is their enemy. Skorvek kept his senses alert while he kept the production of these demons as they shot out forth swirling around and through the trees, sometimes quite literally in that fact as they roamed forth taking various shapes and sizes of various people and creatures.


These beasts were meant to attack anything that wasn't apart of the Sith or Cynthia's group this includes any mandalorians that wish to escape this battle field but the rest were fair game to these beasts for they were hungry and only wanted to rip apart those they see as prey for they were on the hunt and this forest was now their hunting ground as the flames he produced when he first landed here continued to spread through out the forests these demons followed in its wake while he kept alert cause sooner or later someone may come to stop these demons from continuously coming forth.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Location: Akitagrad Craters
Tags: Darth Voracitos , Caedyn Arenais, Trajan Fett , Careena Fett , Niamh Raste , Warchief Waddles , Mig Gred , Ingrid L'lerim , Lirka Ka , AMCO , Orion Darkstar , Adara Raxis , Stardust Solus Skirae , Cynthia Solus , K Kaine Australis , Skorvek

T H E E N D​

A Short Time Ago....

Two worlds collided through the Dyad in the Force between the Sith Emperor Darth Carnifex and his infamous uncle. A realm split down the middle as two worlds connected. One side saw the cavernous throne room of the Dark Lord of the Cosmos, a massive throne of dominance oppressing the room that was filled with nothing but silence and cold anger spilling from the Black-Iron Tyrant. But on the other? It was a place drowned in infinite darkness where nothing could be seen not even the figure the Emperor connected to. It was a realm filled with an endless cacophony of noise. Whispers carried on the air and emerged at the fringes of ones senses crawling across the mind that mixed with the endless toiling of rattling chains, and some sort of bubbling noise. All the while a howling wind carried through a connection so powerful it blew clear into the throne room. But on this howling wind came the scent of withering decay, and an unending howl of agonized victims that never ceased to end. But nothing moved. Yet the Sith Emperor remained unmoved by such a sight. The silence was so profound, so deafening it oppressed even the aura of command held by both figures and it almost threatened to place pressure on the throne rooms very walls. The Sith'ari on his throne stared down into the darkness his gaze fixed on a point and he didn't move or look away, he simply waited.

Until a voice emerged.

"Where?"

It was a profound booming voice of authority fixed with an otherworldly power behind it that resonated through the throne room walls and dominated the howling winds. The Emperor was quick to respond after with his order, a simple word response to match the figures own.

"Akitagrad."

It was then that a single set of eyes thrust open a pair of molten orbs that looked like two suns in such a sea of darkness. The gaze fixated on the Sith Emperor's own and once again the silence overcame the chamber. No excess orders were needed, no further instruction was issued the two figures seemed to read one another in those moments. The very last words that were spoken were a set of three words that rang out from the darkness accompanied by the opening of hundreds, thousands of eyes that opened around the molten orbs.

"It shall burn."

Present...

Beneath the skies of a warn torn city and the sounds of war that assaulted the senses not far from the infamous Shadow Emperor were a series of craters created by the destruction wrought by the Corpulent One. Chaos surrounded such a ruined area that shook from the rumbling of explosive munitions and the toiling of war machines that collided in a battle for conquest. But the world started to blur within these large craters as the ground began to shake. Quite suddenly the ground split under them as a black liquid that to the eyes appeared thick as sludge, and hot as boiling oil emerged. The foul smelling pools reeked of death and radiated raw madness, an affront to the natural balance. The first things to emerge from these pools of sludge were long, wide, black spined tentacles that swung and annihilated everything around them. They flailed back and forth digging through the ground around them like roots that cut through the earth. They were deceptively fast and strong enough to effortlessly pound stone into a powdery spray of dust from just a single strike.

But then the howls emerged and with them came off the shores of sludge a stream of indescribable, nameless, formless horrors. They walked, stomped, slid, crawled, pulled, jumped, ran, and flew out of the portal. The shapes were irregular and defied known description of galactic races. Their biology seemed to defy logic as they took every shape of form or size with many or even no eyes, some bore mouths that were disproportionately large for their bodies. The creatures that emerged were as small as rats and crows to as large as rolling tanks or even bigger. These horrors took many shapes and their hides glistened with some sort of blight infused slime that sizzled as it touched the material world around them. A low rolling mist came out of these rifts that spilled over the area around them as these creatures flooded out in every direction it was a constant stream of nausea inducing horror. But out of these frenzied abominations that killed and destroyed at will came a single figure. A man.

A monster.

The Lord of Lies, Death Incarnate. Many names they called the over eight foot tall behemoth who walked out of the pools. In the first few moments he emerged he was utterly unrecognizable. A body covered with thick black chitinous, almost bony substance. A face pulled in the shape of a skull with a crown of three bony protrusions on the front while a mane of black tentacles fell from the back of his head, a pair of black eyes punched into the skull. The figures hands were claws and a pair of bony wings on his back. The figures roar shook the ground around him and his very presence caused the stream of horrors to part around him giving him space. As he roared it was as if his undying hatred, his fury at the mandalorian culture streamed through them and cast them into a hated frenzy. They would slaughter everything that moved that didn't bear a flag of the Sith Empire, they would burn and demolished every single structure they came into contact with to sate his hunger for death.

The mist then overtook the man and he was concealed beneath it. But it eventually parted to reveal something that more resembled the Shadow Hand of the Sith Emperor. A figure clad in dark armor that stood in contrast to the abominations around him.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Location: Akitagrad
Objective: Desolate and Destroy
Allies: TSE and Allies
Enemies: VJE and Allies
Tags: Mig Gred

Carnage. Glorious carnage. The barbarian trash didn't stand a chance as Lirka's blade sent limbs flying from bodies, and massive clawed hands left bone into little more than broken pitiful shards. She grabbed a soldier by the helmet, the claws digging into the metal before she simply forced the man to become a ragdoll, flinging him side to side with brutal clash of armor against duracrete. Ultimately tossing him aside once the disgustingly wet crack of his neck told her she was done with that toy. A dozen battlefields clashed between her vision, a dozen enemies, and the deaths of thousands...all brought down by her hand.

The spirits of the dead gazed upon her that day, those she had killed herself: watching the life leave their eyes, and the deaths of all those millions that had come by her orders. A truth...dawned upon her. A sinister presence born within her fractured and damaged mind. Entropy. Decay. The death of all life. The so-called Dark. And as these thoughts burned themselves into the many-minds of Lirka Ka. The armored behemoth could only rear her head back and roar, barely caring for the soldier that was fried next to hear. A declaration to the Galaxy. A new self-given Title.

"I, AM THE END OF ALL THINGS!"

With that fire burning within her (and it wasn't just the drugs this time), her eyes turned to face Mig Gred and without another word she burst into life: leaping forward to bring the burning blade, pulsating with emerald fire from the Electro-Plasma Filament, down in a furious arc upon the man. She took solace in the death around her, for battle was peace.

 

[Trajan Fett]

// MANCATCHER // The Oathsworn | War Droid
// OBJECTIVE // Akitagrad | Make the gods bleed
// ENGAGING // Orion Darkstar
// ALLIES // Careena Fett | Warchief Waddles | Lucien Dooku | SoM | Mig Gred | K Kaine Australis | VJE
// ENEMIES // Darth Voracitos | Darth Ledgermayne | Darth Prazutis | Lirka Ka | TSE
Beskar'gam | Main Weapon | Side-Arm | Melee | Grenades | Cradle

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P L A Y _ G O D [ explicit ]

That adrenaline burst wrapped in a noxious high that came with a strike making purchase on arrived as quickly as it faded. There was no use in reveling in these small victories. Not here, not now. It meant nothing if the Sith walked away alone between the two of them. He would put this one down low. That masochistic smile flashing toward Trajan.

That T-visor Beskar visage showed about as much as his naked face would. Nothing. Nothing but cold determination. Kurze had the soul of a killer. Not one that played with his food in sadistic glee like the Sith cared to. Or a man who feigned from the act and repressed his power to enact finality in favor of ineffective ethics as the jedi did. This Sith faced him on the field today. He would either walk away the victor or be left in the dirt beneath.

Life and death couldn't be presented in simpler terms.

The exchange of crimson saber in a clash with sharpened phrik began to carried through with Trajan on his backfoot. He'd tangled with cloaks before and came out on top but he was not in his element in a prolonged clash of blades. A reprieve came in a disruption extorted by the Sith Lord as he willed his sithspawn over to jostle the Mandalorian even more from his daze of battle. He needed to get moving, get mobile if he was going to win. When that tail went to jab at his side, the dead area where the armorweave carrier clasped his back and chestplaters of his cuirass to his chest he twisted his upper body and grasped ahold of the fuller of the blade in his left hand before stabbing into down into the carapace of the creature's tail, following through harshly he aimed to pin it to the ground as it let off a whirring shriek of pain.

His monstrous automaton in the Basilisk War Droid was quick to follow up, moving to slam its clawed forelimb into the armored skull of the beast before a plasma cannon fired out in a splash of energetic death across its skull as it clawed for life, pinned to the devestated earth beneath. Again, he couldn't revel in the victory any longer. Retracting the blade again, Trajan surged back and away from the Sith Lord, angling his left arm up to fire out a grappling line toward his upper legs at an attempt to subdue him, should it land he'd angle his upper body back before shooting a pulse of his jet pack up with a rear of his arm to try and pull him to the ground.

Regardless of the success of his attempt to confine and assail, his sword retracted and his hand went for the pistol at his hip to deliver a bruising sonic blast toward the Lord.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

Ingrid L’lerim
The Red Witch; Emperor's right hand; Director of Blackwatch; Baroness of Vengard​

Location: Akitagrad, Wayland (now: orbit around the planet)
Equipment: Assassin armor with this look | sniper rifle | Black blade lightsaber | Red blade lightsaber shoto | 2x vibroblades | Stealth field generator
Tags: AMCO | Niamh Raste

Background music:
Elena Siegman – Abracadavre​

She laughed softly again at the response she had received from the man, Ingrid rebuked herself in thought, she should be serious already, because they are going into battle, only this was difficult to do with Adrian. True, fortunately she was soon able to switch between her two "selves.", thanks to her great control of her emotions. And during work or struggle, her father's personality traits were always stronger, long live the genetic anomaly, she thought. This is why she continued to play the game. The answer did not surprise her, she looked more closely at the man now.

”How did you survive all these years among the Sith?” Ingrid asked with played surprised, then she waved. ”Ah! I’m a trained sniper too, so if you want we can stay behind. Once we’re done here, I can give you some fencing and self-defense lessons, something that doesn’t have to be fought in words. Since we met on Lanteeb, your file has become thicker.” she winked at Adrian.

She was pleased with the returned reaction, however, she was a little dissatisfied. She hoped Adrian would be bolder than that. On the other hand, however, she loved challenges, when she had to fight for something, and it doesn’t just fall at her feet.

”You know I wouldn't mind, if you kiss my lips properly, didn't you?” she teased. ”Are you always so shy and restrained, or just in my presence? I begin to doubt the reality of the stories I mentioned that I heard…” she referred back to what she said on Lanteeb.

Experienced many times in her life, that in her presence many men can be embarrassed and discouraged, Ingrid hoped this would not be the case for Adrian in the long run. After disembarking, the man also joined Ingrid, who felt it too, the woman had already scanned the area, with both Force and technology. She was a soldier, a spy and an assassin, it was the first she did in a foreign place, especially if it was a war zone.

”Shall we!” she nodded.

She also started forward so that Adrian could follow her in a few steps. Ingrid movements simultaneously combined the confidence of soldiers and the quiet, elegant and murderous movement of assassins. A murderous predator waiting for prey. The previous playfulness and flirting no longer had any trace in her movement or body language. She held her rifle in her hand, followed the barrel of the gun with her head as she looked down the street, at buildings. And a corner away she saw Niamh Raste.

“As I look at others are also underdressed. Or am I overdressed?” she asked switching to telepathy.

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[Cynthia Solus]

Location: Outside of the Hammerhead Destroyer Hanger >
Allies: Mandalorians, Stardust Solus Skirae , Skorvek , Darth Carnifex Taeli Raaf Adara Raxis
Neutral: TSE
Enemy: Clan Demagol'ka (Australis), Demagol (aka K Kaine Australis )
Combat with: R Reyn Australis

Spoiler: Equipment

Beskar'gam, SABR Hécate, SABR Hœnir, D-13 SMG, Alor's Reach, Dracones Ungula (sword)

-Hammerhead destroyer-

Spoiler: Hammerhead Battle Music

As assault pods and bombardment rushed from the black of night began to rain down towards the hammerhead near full force of every heavy turbo laser, ion cannon Octuple heavy turbo-lasers and point defence began to light up the sky that had sight of the pods. Even the pods that had made it into the hull of the ship got targeted, since the only life aboard now was those under the tyrannical rule of Demagol. "Activate the IG-88's, deal with these hostile intruders. No mercy." The P1-JK7 series commanded in its robotic voice. As its visual receptors looked down at the layout of the ship displaying the location of intruders and now the IG-88's that now powered up. two hundred and sixty five new green blips showed up all around the ship length of the craft, the same with red blips for any living soul marked as enemy displayed the second they entered the ship. There was a third colour set up for civilians and warriors who abandoned Demagols cause that was blue. "Lock down all levels leading to the bridge, shields and reactor. The rest of this craft holds no strategical benefit." The droid was calculating the best options to deal with the new intruders. Several strategies was apparent. Once there was no longer any more drop pods raining from the skies and the ones attached to the surface was destroyed by point defence turrets the port and starboard turbo lasers began to blast a trench around the large vessel and started to attack the largest clusters of combatants. The scanners took extra care to be alert of any civilians near by and would flag any as not hostile.

The locations of the attackers inside the ship was fed to the IG-88 droids. In fast actions they mobilised to locations where they would have the upper hand to do most damage.

Spoiler: Cynthia Battle Music

- Cynthia Solus-
As Cynthia unbuckled from the seat and felt the hand of her riduur upon her shoulder. "Don't worry, I will try to stay out of the fighting, and not bite off more than I can chew. I am not going to fight a sith's war, they are still our brothers and sisters out there. I will only fight if I have to okay." She said standing up. As she walked through the gunship a droid passed her heading to the cockpit wasting no time keeping the asset moving. The woman realigned each weapon making sure they was in their respective holster or attached in the right place. Cynthia would look up to see her wife stood at the ramp roaring to go. Star beckoned Cynthia, there was no hesitation not even a second though. Her mind was focused and she was calm. The mandalorian woman admired her wife, especially when she was battle focused. The ships engines roared up as it left both Cynthia and star stood there. "Cynthia, Star. I am getting readings from the life form scanners, motion sensors and echolocation that there are a lot of people ahead. I am reading approximately just over two hundred." Cynthia saw it too, at least on the motion sensors.

With the cover of night it was hard to see where these people hid. "So question, would you say this is over our head's or over theirs?" Cynthia asked as if to bring humour to a situation that became immediately tense. Orbital bombardment rushed down from the sky as the line ahead began to charge. "YOU DO NOT GET TO SHOUT THAT WORD CLAN DEMAGOL!" Cynthia yelled out as she reached for both Alor's Reach attached to her lower back and raising them up. The HUD flashed green and rapidly the outlines of attackers showed up. "FOR MAND'ALOR, FOR OUR VODE!" Cynthia waited for the precise second the opposition opened fire before returning fire herself. Ca assisted with making sure each shot has a low chance to reach its mark. "We need cover, choose quick star, forest or hanger?" Cynthia asked quickly judging her options of places to move too. As Reyn began to close ground Cynthia in the split second decision aimed for the legs seeing the lack of coverage. As the first shot rushed out the barrel expecting a reaction of reflexes, the second shot would lead into where the boy would move to aimed once more for the legs. Even if a shot did not land the boy charging first made it apparent he was the lead of the attacking force. Each second was two steps backwards, but her foe before her was two steps from hell.

On the distance it was easy to track the glow emanating form the forest kicking up thick clouds. Cynthia knew there was high chance the hammerhead would be attacked, just not this soon. It was far to soon for it to be attacked by a force this large the moment it touched down. With the barrages coming down and the advancing force this would be a battle fought wisely.


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Spoiler: Color Hex Code

#778ca3

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Location - outside the hammerhead
Objective - break through this force
Allies - Cynthia Solus Skorvek Taeli Raaf Adara Raxis
Enemies - K Kaine Australis R Reyn Australis

She nodded to cynthia, letting that shoulder go, when she arrived outside she spotted incoming pods and a hella lotta battery fire. Leveling her gaze with the ground she stepped forward a few feet ahead of cynthia as she let the force flow into her sighing at that warmth before she grinned and then chuckled

two hundred? Hah! Must not realize who's here then! You keep the supporting fire while i...

Fire began to form around her, enhanced by the Sith amulet she wore she felt that power flowing into her veins as she calculated how far away they were

show them WHY it's good to have a dragon on your side

She knew they were still vod, however star had made the hard decision, to effectively be able to fight she must treat them like the enemy...and that meant no holding back. Focusing on calling forth that fire from her soul she felt around her grow hot, inhaling a little she drew her hands back and waited till she felt its power and then roared out towards the incoming group sending a wave of hell fire speeding towards them

Looking to cynthia she listened, looking forward as she activated her sabers she blocked a few incoming rounds

to the forest! Skorvek no doubt has has finished his work...I can feel it...we can set up a suitable defense there! Possibly even cut their numbers down for a counter attack...

She blocked a few more and then nodded her head

go! I will cover your reteeat

 

[Mig Gred]

Allies: Caedyn Arenais Niamh Raste Careena Fett Trajan Fett Adara Raxis Cynthia Solus Stardust Solus Skirae Skorvek K Kaine Australis (Yes, I know it's weird.)
Enemies: Ingrid L'lerim Darth Voracitos Lirka Ka Orion Darkstar Darth Prazutis
Gear: Lightsaber Trayc'kad, Mandalorian armor, Echani Vibrosword, Sith Vibroknife
Under command: 60 Infantry with a mixture of various refugees from TSE and former slaves, armed with various weapons (Netherhounds), Armored "division" of 6 T-1 Sluggers and 4 A-1 Frontlines (Wraith Division), 2 GF-2B Super TwinTail squadrons, 13 HA-2 Pikes

Mig quickly reacted to the massive Sith's strike by quickly jumping back, using the Force to vault himself into the air before landing a short ways ahead of the Sith. He glared under his helmet, and charged again, letting his Trayc'kad slash into the enemy's position. He was determined, as usual for the Mandalorian. He was Mandalorian. No matter what other thought with his connection to the Force, or his willingness to use it. No matter how his clan was bloodied by Hammerfall. No matter the fight. He attacked with the almost unworldly fight that few cultures had. After the first strike, whether it hit, was dodged, or blocked, the man would back step and strike again, aiming to hit the chest.

At the same time, the Netherhounds and Wraiths continued to fight. One, a female Dathomirian armed with an energy bow. She looked up at the Terror, and glared, quickly grabbing her comm. "Can you stop dropping hot plasma over our heads," she practically screamed over the comms before seeing something else. Something.... What was that! One of the T-1 tanks was almost consumed by an inky black... thing. She looked around, quickly yelling so Mig. "What in the spirits is that!" Mig broke his fight for only a second, about to say something before hearing Kaine.

They were retreating.... The city was... lost. An anger flashed through Mig when he heard that. They couldn't just.... Ok. He looked back, hitting his comms, setting it to every channel, as he avoided the fight for a while longer.

"Fallback, fallback! Any ships in the area please! We need to get as many civvies out as we can!" But noticeably, Mig didn't falling back with the others. He looked at Lirka, striking yet again. Someone had to hold they line while soldiers and civilians ran back. He wasn't going to let them get closer. He would hold them back for at least some extra time. He wasn't going to let them kill anyone else without a fight. Yeah. Some vod questioned if he could truly be a Mandalorian....

He knew the answer though.

 

[Ellie Mors]

W E _ A P P R E C I A T E _ P O W E R

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Location: Mount Tantiss
Allies: The Sith Empire | Ardana Vorco
Enemies: Vegemite Jedi Enclave | Adenn Kyramud
Objective: Raze Wayland
Equipment: Saberstaff, Amphistaffs

Mandalorians were willing to fight when there was no hope left for survival, that was the single trait she could find admirable in their culture - that was where any respect she held for them and those that stood against her and the Empire ended. Suicidal leadership and strategies were what put these people in the position they had found themselves in now, on their last legs and with their backs up against a wall; Australis had resorted to infanticide as a distraction to scrape by with his life, whoever this stranger was hadn't even registered as someone worth remembering the name of - only a man in a tin suit that thought he was more than just a single man. It didn't matter if they burned the roots as they were forcibly ripped from the ground, it didn't matter if the man moving through the air via jetpack was holding up a literal metal sword in the face of a wall of electricity, because it was their inability to comprehend the force that left them unable to understand the pointlessness of their actions.

Plants rose to loosen the soil beneath along the mountain side, whether or not they served a purpose beyond that was irrelevant - it was simply making her job easier, as she could control the elements themselves, the ground as well, through the force in ways that these brutish soldiers seemed incapable of recognizing. There was no telekinesis involved in the weakening of bonds between the soil, in the bonding of hydrogen with oxygen to moisten the ground and send it sliding down to push their artillery into their trenches, toppling them and keeping them from use - whether the trenches were man-made or wrought from rock and dirt mattered not when the presence of a gap was all that she had needed it for. The flames from their incendiary weapons? Mere fuel for the next act, willing the charring plant life to burst into flames with a sweeping gesture of her left hand - oxygen exciting in the air, atoms vibrating with such fervor that they burst into flames, turning their own weapons of fire into tools against themselves as the soldiers making use of their trivial flamethrowers found themselves bathed in flames.

Mandalorians prided themselves on their steel, on their armor, and how they protected them from the most persistent of lightsabers and the vast majority of blaster weaponry, but beskar - mandalorian iron - was still metal, and metal transfers heat remarkably well. The armors might withstand the heat, but the men and women that stood inside of them? She counted herself lucky that their armor was likely hermetically sealed, she would have hated to smell the stench of burning flesh as the soldiers that Adenn Kyramud had so trusted to hold his line were quite literally roasted alive within their armor in their rather amusing wall of beskar.

"Disgusting."

Turning her attention to Ardana Vorco as the mandalorian made his death-defying charge with his sword of metal held at his front, Alekto left little to chance - the drop of her right hand, like a shooing gesture, saw the ground beneath the men and women swathed in the wall of fire give way like a sink hole, swallowing the nameless soldiers that had offered up their lives for their commanding officer.

And for what? A chance to die?

She could admire a fighting spirit to make any victory Pyrrhic, but there was a reason she had directed this behavior to soldiers that were far beneath her - so, too, was this ultimate act of suicidal sycophanty.