Invasion The Empire Strikes Back - TSE Invasion of VJE Wayland

[Thaelius]

NPC // Rear Admiral Valen //
NPC Location // Primary Bridge, Behemoth II //
Tags // Maximilian Unipeg //

The body of Lord Admiral Vandubered drooped unto the floor at the feet of Valen. The traitorous bastard shot himself in there back of his head in the name of the long-dead Mandolorian Empire, yet another reason why the Emperor decreed thier extermination.

Before the Lord Admiral died he disconnected the First Captain of the Behemoth, believing the ship would be doomed without a commander. How wrong was he. That was Valen's purpose. Thaelius never trusted Vandubered and placed him on the ship to monitor the former commandeers activities.

"Read Admiral, we have incoming two incoming fleets. One of them is heading directly for us!"

The crew were worried. They were used to either Carnifex himself commanding the vessel or the Artificial Intelligence or Vandubered himself. He had made the crew into a liability. "Signal the 387th Escort Force and order them to press the attack on the enemy line. Redeploy the Support Force to cover our flank. Prepare the Superlaser and target the largest enemy ship in the nearest fleet"

Immediately the crew begin issuing orders to the rest of War Fleet Black Iron as Turbolasers began dancing on the stars

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Location // Black Sword //
Tags // Lucien Dooku //

"Enemy fleets approaching"

"I'm not blind, Captain"

"Should I order our fighters to intercept"

"You would be wise to not do so" Thaelius had a feeling someome would show up as one of the few nations which opposed the empire was crushed into dust.

"Attention vessels. This isn't your fight. Turn away while you still can."

 

[Warchief Waddles]

// JUGGERNAUT// War Droid
// LOCATION// Akitagrad
// OBJECTIVE // Aid the Sons of Mandalore
// ALLIES // Careena Fett | Tace Kurze | Caedyn Arenais | K Kaine Australis | Lucien Dooku | SoM | VJE
// ENEMIES // TSE | Darth Voracitos | Darth Ledgermayne
Armor | Main Weapon | Side-arm | Melee |

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H E A T

In an instant what had been a charge towards the Sith had been redirected into a forced tumble. Thrusters fired in an attempt to fight the invisible grip to no avail. Isaiah could do nothing but brace himself, crouching low on Uriel, locking his legs on it as the two Basilisk’s slammed into one another. Hurtling through the air Isaiah’s vision spun, the 360-degree hud display doing nothing to aid a sudden sense of vertigo.

The Mandalorian's stomach almost felt as though it were about to fall out, till he felt that faint tingle at the back of his mind. That sense of danger. As he continued to spiral through the air, Isaiah found his world consumed in a cascade of cobalt lightning. The manifestation of the dark sought to strike at the exile only for it to stop short. Uriel protecting its rider from the damning attack, it's shields activated. Flaring green the shield began to absorb the lightning that cocooned the Mandalorian. Then with a mechanical roar, Uriel released the electric barrage back to its creator.

Releasing control of the basilisk to the droid brain, Isaiah let the mount right itself in the air. Coming to a stop, facing Voracitos. All around the city of Akitagrad began to collapse, hundreds screamed out in the force in the first few seconds. The wave of terror, fear, excitement, washed over the Mandalorian causing a sense of nausea and dulling his senses. Yet as he looked across the city he saw Kaine fleeing, the ones the Sons of Mandalore had come to aid, fleeing. The sight disgusted the one-time Jedi. To know that his brethren had thrown it all on the line yet those they came to the rescue of wouldn’t do the same. How could they call themselves warriors? How could such individuals have ever sought to take Mandalore when they weren’t even willing to give their all to defend what they had?

Activating the coms and reaching out to the Oathsworn and other Sons on the planet. “The city is collapsing in on itself and Australis is fleeing. Do not come to the city, I repe-” Isaiah started before yet another party entered the brawl. The shields having been busy with the barrage of lightning couldn’t do anything against the pillar of earth that sought to penetrate Uriel.

The spire of earth slammed into the creature, but the Imperivium and Beskar metal that comprised the hull was Uriel’s only saving grace or else it would’ve been destroyed. It didn’t stop the fact that the earth of Akitagrad was literally dragging Isaiah down towards what could be a fiery, and painful end.

Power claws whirring the basilisk tore into the stone bit by bit. Chunk by chunk as Isaiah fell through the sky. “Get aid to the Sons outside the city!” Isaiah called out. He cared not for himself, for what fate befell him. Death was only fearful for those who didn’t expect it. Who cowered in fear of the unknown. For those who feared their fate, Isaiah held no such fear anymore. He’d come to this planet in the name of the Sons and he would fight till his final breath for them.

With a screech of defiance the basilisk tore itself free of the stone, Isaiah at its reigns diving towards the crystalline Sith that had spawned the stone. Caught between two Sith, and a collapsing city. “No better place to be,” Isaiah muttered as he raised his sonic pistol and aiming at Darth Ledgermayne before pulling the trigger.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Akitagrad: Above it -> Field of Blades -> Outside of it, ground level
Fast Food: K Kaine Australis
Side Piece: Warchief Waddles
Beef Cake: Darth Prazutis
Rock Candy: Darth Ledgermayne
Tasty Morsels: Caedyn Arenais, Trajan Fett , Careena Fett , Niamh Raste, Mig Gred
Leftovers: Ingrid L'lerim , Lirka Ka , AMCO , Orion Darkstar
Number of Bites: 5

"Hmm, yes. Greetings," Voracitos casually exchanged pleasantries with the crystalline figure beside him, as he stared disappointedly at the fleeing Kaine Australis. Then, his face was full of bemusement at the presence of the second Basilisk riding Mandalorian remaining vigilant before them both. Voracitos became amused by this and remembered his prototype.

"Hmm, this battlefield won't do," The Chaos-God of Gluttony shook his head at the geologic destruction below him. "One moment." For a moment, the single eye of Voracitos glowed bright red, as well as the teeth within the maw of his stomach, which began to grow too large for the body of Voracitos. Suddenly, the darkness within his stomach glowed green with the rays of Ligier, as the image of a bloody battlefield took place within him. To those observing within the proximity to Voracitos, it would seem as though the Maw of Voracitos flipped the Sith Lord inside out and to consume Warchief Waddles , and Darth Ledgermayne ...

Where they would find themselves within the Field of Blades!

"I've been meaning to speak to you Ledgermayne, come." The abomination commanded, as once again the Maw of Voracitos grew, and once again the reality around them seemed to turn Voracitos inside out as his maw ate through it. They would appear once again upon Wayland, and still near Akitagrad... just outside the geologic activity befalling it.

But where there was once three, there was now four.

"The adults are talking Mandalorian, play with this while you wait." Voracitos smiled as he gestured to the kneeling form of an Anzati Hungered Vassal, wearing A'dan... the cursed Beskar'gam Wrath! A most fortuitous exchanged for his old apprentice, Darth Empyrean ...

 

[Trajan Fett]

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

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D U A L I T Y

As soon as the line of gold from his grappling line was enveloped in the madness of Orion's outburst of the Mandalorian pressed his thumb into the button along the vambrace to break the tether and let it be lost in the rupture of the earth beneath the Sith. A short lapse saw the Sith dispose of his Basilisk before firing out a blast which rended the metallic monster from effective use. There went his exit plan.

Regardless, the intense outbursts of the force from this Sith couldn't last much longer if Trajan was going to walk away upright. Pressing down on the crimson switch attached to the ysalamiri cradle affixed to his abdomen, the Mandalorian awoke its pet, the being which might've been his most reliable ally. He'd yet to ever name it, nor had he ever really peered upon the creature as it rested in a sedated slumber within the enclosed durasteel and cortosis cradle. With a snap of the button it began to emit its bubble well around the Mandalorian. Inside of this aura, the voice was null, dead in the air around it.

With the Sith eventually rearing himself to tackle Trajan, he would inevitably be caught in this array of force nullification. Within it, if he enhanced his speed by calling on the force at all then his emergence into the bubble might've slowed him enough for Trajan to draw and aim the pistol before firing off a round in its sonic setting toward the chest of the Sith as he reared his other arm back, activating the concealed vibroblade from his vambrace before slamming the bladed hand toward his abdomen to force him down to the ground again. No quarter.

“The city is collapsing in on itself and Australis is fleeing. Do not come to the city, I repe-”

It was then that the dispatch from the wayward Mandalorian exile followed through to Trajan's own comms system. Kaine ran, likely mustering his host and ordering them to tuck their tails with him. This only left the Sons and their New Imperial allies to thwart this Sith here.

Outnumbered.

Outgunned.

Trajan's kin awaiting his death throes in the high heavens of the afterlife looked on in revelry as they slammed their fists down in a rupture of praise in all but envy of the warrior's predicament. He could only imagine and hope, at least. If the Network was running than the Sons would have to bloody the Sith all their own. This would be opportunity wasted and a disgrace upon their very being of the Mandalorians joined them in retreat. No. They came with the beating heart of a proud people broken and scattered reverberating through their being. They would not fail them, not like the others did.

<"Out of the city- we'll regroup and fight them in the field. Vode an."> Trajan patched back through in his characteristic coldness before he was forced back into the engagement before him, hoping to press the advantage with a brief pulse of his jetpack angled toward the Sith as he sought to slam his knee into the man's abdomen were he still in pursuit of the Alor'aan.

 

[Adara Raxis]

Allies: TSE Mig Gred Stardust Solus Skirae Cynthia Solus Skorvek Darth Prazutis Darth Voracitos Taeli Raaf
Enemies: Vegemite Caedyn Arenais (Not Engaging)
Location: Outside the Ruins of Akitagrad, Above the Crater

The Light was always frigid. It bit at her cheeks like frostbite, its’ presence around her a confounding and oppressive ice-blanket. On Wayland, Adara’s cheek felt the bitter nip of the Light as a cutting breeze. The breeze faded step by step, her feet touched the ground of the outskirts of Akitagrad in a way none had permission to accomplish.

Darth Prazutis’ eldricht Dark soaked into the nature of the world, its’ putrid pestilence destroyed without limit everything around the Epicanthix teenager, who with the utmost faith of a daughter never denied, walked forward. Her Anubian guards retreated to a ‘safe’ distance, safety a dream many would ne’er sup upon again. Yet, each footstep was easy as the Dark was easy. Horrors and demons shrunk away from her linen and crinoline dress, the leather boots adorning her feet. None would harm the Devil’s little girl, nothing but the emotions she brought with her.

This was a planet for which her mother once felt pride. If she turned her back upon Akitagrad, Adara wondered if she could see the rooftops of Yasha’s first house built and barely occupied before they ran to Erebos after her brothers were born during Eshan.

Wayland was the land of Mandalorian promise. A freer world than Mandalore, where Adara didn’t have to hide. To shrink away and be the dutiful, quiet daughter whose inner anger at being forced to powerless subtlety went unheard. It was a land her Baba reinforced, the place where she roused the Clans which escaped Mandalore during the Sith attack. The vaults of Mount Tantiss once held the clone-formed bodies of Yasha’s family, lest they perish and require rebirth. Such vaults emptied months prior.

A promise broken. Fertile ground which spent itself now inside a demonic disaster without limit. The creatures of Braxus’ terrors waned and flowed away from her, as she knew they would. One culture’s promise of dashing her powers and hopes to the rocks became another’s redemption.

Braxus Zambrano would always spare a moment, even in the midst of war, for his beloved daughter’s comfort. Hidden so long, so as to hold to both sides of herself, Adara’s affiliation with Braxus ripped at her soul. He promised authenticity and paternal affection, where her mother and Baba were far too consumed with outside affairs. Battles and ulterior motives, while speaking their intent to be decent parents, until Verd’goten. Yet, Braxus was honest. He took her to the killing fields, and held her shoulders while she shook in horror at ‘what must be done’. He carried her, when her former physical afflictions tired her on their training walks.

It was the Sith Imperial Family’s best revenge against the Mandalorians for the deaths of millions over Dromund Kaas. For the United Clans’ troubles against Bastion. For Prince Ancius in the Red Coronation. The Shadow Hand, despoiler and horror-monger stole an innocent’s heart, and turned her from the family who declared love, through abandonment. His unclad fingers were warm on her cheek as he stroked away his daughter’s tears.

“Remember this pain. Remember the sting of betrayal and hold the agony of your wounds deep inside.” For none did Darth Prazutis disarm himself. For none did the Shadow Hand of the Sith Emperor remove his protections, but for his wife. But for his nephew. But for his gene-spliced daughter.

“I shall, father… but Uncle Mig… Aunt Star, and Aunt Cynthia.. Uncle Skorvek is so far away, but… Papa, the rift…” She swayed from the heady energy of the necromantic powers of her beloved Uncle, Aunt Stardust’s anger and rage a caustic and spectacular fount. Death whispered to the cochlea of her ears, threaded into her with promises of gluttonous power. “It feels like I could never be hungry again.”

The Mandalorians took from Adara without limit. Condemned her for being the Force Child, the hidden daughter with ‘creepy eyes’. They would lock her in armour, or slit her throat… but for the powerful lesson in retribution Darth Prazutis taught this day.

Her breath caught at the influx of power Braxus called in. A boot slid in a defensive stagger, hands flung out from the demure and polite clench in front of her navel. Adara’s eyes went wide. Apocalypse rained, but for a small circle of hallowed ground which protected Adara from a gangle-limbed stumble. Adara’s wide-mouthed scream at the wholesale destruction of Akitagrad was drowned by the rumble and the horrors.

And the silence.

‘Mig… you taught me control. Remember it. I will not let death take you.’ Adara’s clarion clear telepathic voice settled on Mig Gred . Combined it with images of his time teaching his niece to control her emotions. The second gift she could give, aside from the safety of her familial love. Thousands of voices stilled, while at her back she felt the necromantic rift of her Uncle Skorvek widen and rip and tear.

Shock stole her, this angry child. Still inside the cocoon of her father’s protections, she felt none of the destruction her eyes and senses saw. The dead and sorrowful called to her, intrinsic siphons opened in the back of her mind, the instinct to claim this energy and sorrow for herself, to pull it into her and thus heal and feel her own power was insatiable.

His hand grabbed her, and the intense fount of energy overwhelming Adara’s consciousness began to overflow from her aura to her father’s. His crash, never a man to allow such weaknesses, shocked Adara more.

Fathers were indefatigable creations, who snarled at their children's pains.

“Papa.” She yanked her eyes away from the assaulted city with a pained whimper, and took his hand in both of hers. “Take what you must, Papa. There is plenty more.”

“Uncle Skorvek… Rip and Tear.” The ground beneath her feet turned to grey ash and char, the ash radiated in an ever growing circle with every ounce of energy she stole.

Adara opened her aura and the energy of her soul to her father in abject trust. Relied on his instruction to refill her cup without fading to the Netherworld. Between the chaos of the city, the deaths of Akitagrad, and the Rift of her Uncle Skorvek, Adara stuttered an inhale, and began to drain the remaining death-glow, and life-blood of Wayland. The Hell Wolf’s Daughter became a conduit of the Dark Side, a battery for Braxus Zambrano to recover from the exhaustions of his Apocalypse.

 

[AMCO]

Location: Central Akitagrad, away from the frontlines in the middle of this clusterfeth.
Objective: Contain the Australis menace, once and for all. Observe Darth Prazutis ' anomaly.
Equipment: Gildenweave Turtleneck | Changeling Commandos [Evacuating]
Writing With: Ingrid L'lerim | Niamh Raste
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"Quite... though I think you'll find I'm well-equipped to fulfil my promises."

Even as their playful telepathic banter continued, the bulk of Adrian's attention was focused on the Echani as he was... at least until he felt a mighty surge of power unrestrained in the distance, quirking his head in confusion even before the Jedi - was she a Jedi? - before them noticed.

The Shadow Hand, if he was not mistaken. As the city shook and began to sink, he could only wonder what the Dark Titan had done...

... and more importantly, what he could learn from studying such a feat.

"You wound me, my lady - the Sith Empire is a beacon of civilisation in these trying times and those not immediately deemed guilty due to obvious crimes against the Sith will, of course, be processed by the Courts in accordance to the appropriate laws and regulations." Smiling wryly, he shrugged, raising an eyebrow at the mounting devastation. "Those not caught in the crossfire due to Australis' refusal to surrender, that is."

Gaze turning cold - and the moment slightly ruined by a request to evac which he promptly approved - he continued to face the woman, seemingly confident that the city's destruction was more inconvenience than threat.

"And make no mistake, that Clan you so hate is at the heart of this; I would suggest you not interfere as they are handled."

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

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Location: Akitagrad Outskirts
Objective: Provide Evac Support for Wayland
Opposition: The Sith Empire.
Inventory: Knight-Errant Armor | Lightsaber | Force Imbued Blade

"Wait, what ?!"
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Caedyn Arenais turned to stare back at K Kaine Australis in disbelief, only his adopted Uncle had already moved to throw himself over the side of the Bo-Katan leaving the Jedi Knight to man the controls of the Mandalorian War Droid completely unfamiliar with the technology. "Power distribution and comm's" Caedyn repeated aloud to himself, "Propulsion and Weapons Systems" he frowned in no small amount of concern. He was a Jedi Knight, not some blasted Warlord or battle-master, or whatever the hell Kaine called himself these days...

The Bo-Katan felt like some sort of flying tank, the potential carnage it's weapons looked capable of unleashing doing nothing for Caedyn's comfort in the Operator's seat of control. Kaine had brought them closer to Mount Tantiss where Caedyn could only assume the Mandalorian had left with the intent to engage those down below...-He had suggested calling for reinforcements to assist with the evacuation of injured and civilian life, something much more agreeable in line with his world views and moral code.

"This is Jedi Knight Caedyn Arenais, requesting immediate evacuation and medical relief to Akitagrad. The City has been overrun, estimating high number of casualties, survivors are at risk and without means offworld. Repeat. Requesting immediate evac!" Caedyn spoke hastily into the mic of the War Droid's comm's hoping that someone on the defending side of the fight would hear him and come answering the call for aid.

Maintaining control of the Bo-Katan was proving awkward as chit, yet Caedyn managed to bring her down on the outskirts of Akitagrad within sight of those fortunate enough to survive the catastrophic attack and trying to flee the sector.

"This is a bloody mess...".

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

 

[Menelik]

Location: Mount Tantiss
Allies: Taeli Raaf Fiolette Raaf Ardana Vorco Ellie Mors Darth Zveris
Enemies: K Kaine Australis Taa Nul Darth Vaktare


A pool of sweat was collecting underneath the meditating young sith as he attempted to keep a force link with both his allies and his foes. The mental pressure this put on him was massive and truly showed the gap in skill between himself and force users who could do a similar feat with dismissive ease. it was taking every once of his focus to hold on. the four walls of the small infantry support vehicle seemed like a prison as he sunk deeper and deeper into the wells of the force in order to continue contributing to the battle-effort. his crossed legs and rested arms felt as if every cell in them had came to a abrupt stop, locking them In a type of paralysis or almost as if he had forgotten the manner in which to use these limbs. all he could see was a sea of endless blackness, all he felt was the growing pool of sweat underneath him, all he could hear was his own labored breath and all he could smell was the metallic-durasteel air of the vehicle. every sense he could remove attention from he did in order to truly submerge himself in utter battle mediation in a way he had never attempted before. This phenomenon was something Menelik had read about in his countless hours in the ancient sith library on Korriban. A force user in deep mediation, so deep that he or she felt that they may never return to their bases senses. sounded like some kind of force-coma to Menelik but now he knew that it was quite real and quiet scary.


Maintaining his force link for the time being he continued his mental attack on the his foe and the supplement of his allies moral and ability to fight. the mind was a powerful tool, a even more powerful tool if it could be turned to your advantage. Menelik wished to apply a nightmarish image in the minds of his enemies things that lurked in the deepest corners of their minds as well as things that were mostly universally horrid to all. Death,Destruction, another mandalore, plagues that kill entire systems and more this in a twisted type of way for Menelik to apply his imagination.

 

[Ingrid L'lerim]

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

Location: Central Akitagrad, away from the frontlines, Wayland
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​

Thanks to her work, Ingrid could be surprised by very few things, but Adrian's response was exactly that. She almost regretted being close to a battlefield and not in some more private place. Almost. Fortunately she was sufficiently disciplined, otherwise she would have flashed a satisfied or naughty smile. Not as if anyone had seen it, but it mattered to her. First she sent Adrian her soft laugh, which through the Force could have been like when one lover strokes the other's face kindly, caring.

”After what I heard about you, I dared to hope." she purred playfully in her telepathic message.

Fortunately she was able to divide her attention into two, the playful, telepathic part was subordinated to her cool, fully controlled emotions, covering it with the rational, cold half. So even through the Force anyone could only feel the cool, perfectly dominated emotions, if anyone tried to scan these. Then Ingrid felt the familiar presence, she raised her head for this and he also looked at it for a few moments. She had felt this before, at the wedding, so she found out immediately who was it. It was the other Emperor's Hand, Darth Prazutis . Impressive power, again, she thought.

And the woman up to that, that the Shadow hand was here, didn't want to fight. And she does not support Clan Australis. Didn’t she? She will let them go? Let’s say what else can she expect from a Jedi? Nothing more. She felt the city tremble beneath them. It would have been nice to know what was under them when the whole thing would collapse. Ingrid let Adrian finish what he wanted to say, she spoke only after her companion.

”Is that all you can do or you can say? Let us go? I hope you are aware that we will not allow you to prevent all this. On this day K Kaine Australis and those on his side, will pay for their crimes. This is not revenge, it is not about the struggle between the Dark and the Light side. It is justice, that’s all.” she might have skewed the reality when she mentioned revenge, but she could not know the real reasons.

”What do you want to do now? I'll stay on your side handsome, but I think we should go high ground soon.” she messages telepathically again.

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[Niamh Raste]

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

Blast it. Looks like I have no choice.

The ground beneath them was stable for the moment, but she had no idea how long that would last. Hours? Minutes? She wasn't going to count on any time. It meant she always had to know her routes, which she fortunately did. At least the city had fallen down on hard ground and not right into the lava. The heat was going to be detrimental, but she would survive it considering she had lived for a good amount of time on Krag and learned to get used to such temperatures.

"This isn't justice," she said, still crouched with her hands on the ground. "It's murder. You all are no different from him. Perhaps thats why the Imperial Order destroyed you at Muunilist and Mygeeto."

Many innocent people were likely to die thanks to what the Sith had done. And yes, she knew all about the NIO attack on the Empire. She had direct knowledge of it even though she hadn't personally been there. She was related to someone who had been.

If they weren't going to leave then she was going to have to fight them despite the circumstances. It ignored her that someone was playing with lives in this way, but it was what it was and she wouldn't allow them to go on unchecked. Especially since they intended to go after someone she intended to hokd accountable, as she had a direct and personal grievance against the man thabks to what he had done to Eshan City. It wasn't something she could just allow to go unpunished.

She sprang forward, using her low stance to her advantage and funneling the Force into her legs. She aimed to dart around the woman, though at rhe same time she would twist in an attempt to scissor her legs and take her to the ground. In the process of the spin necessary to make that happen, she also directed a blast of the Force at her counterpart, aiming to send him flying a distance awya to buy some time to take the fight to the one wearing armor.

Meanwhile, in space...

The Sword of Eshan received the call from Mig Gred and relayed it to the Captain. He was already under orders from Niamh to evacuate civilians so it wasn't a stretch to take on others, especially given his clan was known to have helped the Echani when Eshan was attacked.

"You are cleared to land your ships in our hangar," she sent to the Mandalorian before cutting the communication and turning to the chief of security. "Have a detachment of soldiers on standby just in case."

"Yes, ma'am."

Never hurt to be cautious.

 

[Madalena Antares]

Location: Aboard the Terror Australis
Allies: The Vegemites | Y Yobo of Clan Australis +Open
Enemies: The Sith Empire | Adara Raxis Skorvek Darth Prazutis +Open
Wearing: Armor (tinted deep red)
Wielding: Meymad

Wayland released a shudder, and far above the world, aboard the Terror Australis, Madalena had felt it. It was not the death of those who had not had the fortune to escape. It had not been the deaths of those who had been left behind to battle the Sith forces. No. Something else was pulsing through the Sith Sorceress' body, and when she raised her hand to look at it, she could see the hair-thin tendrils coming out of it, calling, yearning, to be pressed against something that she currently was too far to touch.

It had not been too long since the incident. While fighting the Confederate Forces, Madalena, in ways she could not properly describe, had managed to jump after the Altar of Spirits as it was hoisted into another dimension. It had felt natural at the time, like something that was part of her as sure as breathing was. She had seen the tendrils then as well, though much more tangible than they were at present. But then, she almost always saw them these days.

Something had unlocked within her during that battle. It had cost her her face - the explosion of the altar while her head was unprotected had quite literally caused her face to fall off in the hours that followed it. It had been glued back on and healed with both the bacta and the Force, but Madalena wasn't about to win any beauty pageants in the foreseeable future. The scars still decorated her face and neck, and it was only a miracle that had kept them from just blowing off completely.

But something else had happened then as well. Since waking up, and after the initial bursts of pain had stopped causing her to lose consciousness, Madalena had discovered that she could open rifts. Quite literally. Coming originally from another dimension combined with having hopped into two more had opened the gateway for her.

And it was not something she could always control.

Thank the Force, most of the rifts she had opened so far had been small, and all of them had been temporary, ranging from seconds to hours. She had spoken with ghosts of the pasts, powerful people who had once walked in places where she now did. A few had tried to harm her, but she had luck on her side with that matter. At least, so far.

But now, with the bigger rift being opened on the planet… Madalena blinked. Yes. She moment she wanted to give words to what she felt now, she knew that was what had happened. A rift, opening, not by her hand, but by the hands of others. She could feel the power of it calling to her, dark and delicious in its own right. She could feel it wanting more.

This was not what she had come here for. Madalena's original purpose was to help K Kaine Australis with the attack by the Sith Empire, another interplanetary government that was on her chitlist, though somewhere off in the future after she'd dealt with more pressing dangers. She did not share her family's racism and bigotry towards the Mandalorians, though even if she had, she knew that keeping Wayland in the hands of the Vegemites - the first organization name she discovered that was even more ridiculous than the Agents of Chaos' name - was a top priority.

Small nations. That was the dawn she had promised to usher into the galaxy. And what was she, if not true to her word?

And this rift… She knew she had to make use of it. It would bend to her will. And if she went out of control again, she hoped to every morsel in the Force that it would take out the turncloak Mandalorians who had joined hands with the Empire, suck them into the Netherworld and keep them there, chained for eternity. That would be the only acceptable way.

"Okay little guy," the scarred Sithling grinned at the little Yobo next to her after Kaine's transmission arrived, "We're going to fly down to the rift and show them you never wanna open cans of worms when people like us around. Ready?"

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Location: In the forest
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)

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-Hammerhead-
IG-88 - 204 (1 rouge with Cynthia)

Both shield generators had finally failed as they stuttered to no more. Blasts hit the hull of the ship and sirens deafeningly sounded out the intercoms. The P1 droid stood there knowing this was defeat. This vessel was supposed to help mandalorians and yet Demagol'ka's intent to watch their people burn to ash was apparent. "All IG units it has been an honour to serve with you. If my visual receptors could shed a tear they would. Now run my comrades find Cynthia Solus." The P1 unit said knowing they would be the only ones to make it off the ship. It was then The droids began to run off the ship from out the hanger into the enemy that was still outside. A force of seventy eight Assassin droids with a wicked aim and deadly moves. Those on the top charged for the same side jumping. These was droids that could take the fall and take a nasty landing. However they took losses on top. Out of the one hundred and fifty three they was down to a hundred and twenty seven. As all the droids was now one full fighting force they rushed into the enemy slaughtering their way through them as they pushed for the forest.

Moments later the hammerhead went into critical. Panels blew off from their bolts junctions exploding. Yet the P1 had one last trick. The reactor still was online and the engines had not been targeted. "Full thrust forward, then cut all systems close to the lake. all droids not on the bridge power down." It was slow at first but the colossus hammerhead, the largest of its type rushed forward long enough for all systems to cut and slide making a trench in its fallen path. Scans on this ship would indicate there was no power, nor possessed a threat. It was just a scrap pile now. "May our receptors see soft ground again." it said in its last moments powering down with the rest.

-Cynthia Solus and IG-88-

There was no sneaking up on Cynthia, she knew where every enemy was closing. There was a smile under her buy'ce. "Ca take over." She said watching the single jetpack soldier drop off their leader above as the volley of shots came for Cynthia. Her body fully relaxed and Ca took over gaining full movement over Cynthia. The IG droid dodged the shots with a roll and opening fire onto the closest group making sure to take out the companion droids with them. It would weave through the trees avoiding shots. This was not the same kind of IG droid they was fighting this one was smarter. As for Ca who was now the one Reyn was fighting would jetpack up narrowly missing the shots before they would have hit their mark. the same time the trigger finger squeezed blasting out fletchlets at rail speed towards Reyn.

The jetpack cut as the repulsors in the grav-boots changed the direction of Ca trajectory just before being in his reach. Her feet would plant onto a tree trunk and push off it towards a different group. In the air time she swapped to the Alor's Reach deploying the Scyth like blade as several shots rushed out to the foe's droids. As she landed in the middle the blades went to work slicing to kill, her movements was very fast all been calculated by AI who though faster than humans abilities to react. It was hard for anyone to track which direction she would take. Each definite kill was counted so far she was at four out of thirty, including the ones that star was dealing with and Reyn.

The IG droid had managed to take out his first group before starting the climb out of line of sight. Processing it's next move a move that would be lethal. As Ca kept on the move moving high and low she'd make her way towards Stardust. "Star grab hold!" Ca shouted as the bloodied cable launched out out of the vambrace just as Ca jumped high and the jetpack boosted the high above the tree line. Enough so to get star out of the range of the Ysalamiri.

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[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Location - forest
Objective - take out the troop
Allies - Cynthia Solus Skorvek Adara Raxis Darth Prazutis
Enemies - R Reyn Australis

The hug ended quickly as it started, she felt everyone gather for but a second before they were gone as she felt those damned lizards growing closer as she growled and reached to her back pulling the Dente dracones to her hand as she gripped it tightly. Four rushed her with what she could only describe as saber knives, chuckling a westar was drawn as she let a roar out and started a jog to meet them

The first was not so lucky to meet her, the axe was swung with her full might into his chest plate. The blade was embedded pretty far in, trying to pull the axe out she felt a slash at her back and turned around drawing and swinging a lightsaber with a roar right at the neck area watching the body and head fall away, three remained before, she deactivated her saber and stepped on the dying mans chest and pulled her axe from it as she growled

I apologize my brothers, that you have been lied too

Ca's words reached her ears, she stepped back one step and put everything away as she grabbed that bloodied cable and wrapped it around her hand once before she was suddenly lifted off into the high above out of those damned lizards reach.

And with it she felt the force returned

Inhaling deeply she looked down at the ground before the air around her heated up

burn with the words of a liar

The air hummed with power and heat as she inhaled and pulled her hands back as green and blue plasma began to form. Focusing it on the area she felt each troop it would be a wide area to engulf them...

And suddenly she roared and sent the massive wall of plasma to them feeling the energy drain of a massive attack as she used the force to push her towards the area skorvek was.

 

[Warchief Waddles]

// JUGGERNAUT// War Droid
// LOCATION// Akitagrad ----> Outskirts of Akitagrad
// OBJECTIVE // Aid the Sons of Mandalore
// ALLIES // Careena Fett | Tace Kurze | Caedyn Arenais | K Kaine Australis | Lucien Dooku | SoM | VJE
// ENEMIES // TSE | Darth Voracitos | Darth Ledgermayne
Armor | Main Weapon | Side-arm | Melee |

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H E A T

Falling through the sky towards the crystalline Sith, Isaiah felt a sudden disturbance. The air itself grew cold, a chill that bit into his bones despite the armor he wore. It was only due to the HUD display that he was privy to what was taking place. The anomaly that was taking place with the mass of fat that hovered above the city. It was a sight that would make a lesser man retch. Just how far had the Sith gone into perverting the nature of the force? Where were the limits to their power, the boundaries? Would they not cease till they could manipulate all of reality?

In the blink of an eye, the collapsing city of Akitagrad vanished from around Isaiah. What had been a civilization on the verge of damnation turned to an empty field. One where there was nothing but blades impaled into the ground, and gears hovering in the sky above. A field of blades. Never before had Isaiah seen such a thing. Before he could even truly take it in, the field was gone, replaced with the green grass of Weyland.

Looking towards the sky, Isaiah was never more thankful than to be back on the battlefield. Yet, just what had he witnessed? Beginning to stand, Isaiah felt his hands empty. Both his blade and his pistol having been left behind during the transmission from the city, to the outskirts. Even Uriel had been left.

Activating his location marker for both the other Sons of Mandalore, and Uriel, Isaiah would have to wait for his companions to arrive. For now, though, there were two, wait no three entities he had to deal with. The eyes of the warrior were instantly drawn to the newcomer, landing upon the kneeling figure.

Being a Mandalorian it was almost impossible for Isaiah to not notice that the armor of the third figure was crafted of beskar. Yet above that Isaiah could feel torment, pain, rage. The emotions of his people, that had been stolen and harnessed inside the armor. Jaw muscles tightened within the confines of the helmet, as Isaiah eyed the other. Day after day his people were massacred, treated like trash, now they weren’t even allowed to rest in peace. The Sith truly knew no bounds. They didn’t know respect. They only knew death and destruction.

There were no words said, what could be in these moments? It was a battle for not only Isaiah’s life but for his people. For the entirety of the Mandalorian culture. Charging forward, Isaiah’s right arm raised and from it, two crimson darts shot towards the Hungered Vassal.

 

[Ellie Mors]

W O N D E R L A N D

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

Darkness. Power. Death.

The Empire built a triumvirate of Sith Lords around the realms of the arcane, of strength at arms, and forbidden knowledge - the lightning found itself grounded to a pillar of earth that rose as Setrus made his entrance which was erected by none other than the Sith that embodied all of the power of the Sith Empire, the triumvir of power herself. The hissing of the amphistaffs that were coiled around her and grafted to her head muffled the cackling of lightning as a field of visible blue energy enveloped her, pulling in the man's electrical display like a lightning rod - all of its tendrils attracted to her, and away from Xanesh. The amphistaff she had held in the grip of her hand was released, the serpent wrapping around her arm and coiling around her neck, as flames ignited in a circle at her feet.

"I am my own master, sent by no one." She replied, her voice distant, distorted, as she began to walk towards him - the field of energy, which twisted and turned with fluidity rather than the common rigidity of a barrier, putting a stop to the attempts by the surviving Mandalorians to put her down with suppressing fire. "You seek my nephew? How quaint. A man I do not even know seeks out someone so far above their station and yet so far beneath me." She cackled, her pace slowing and yet the sound of her footfalls became echoes on the hills, the ground shuddering with each and every step she took. "You will settle for me, and when I have finished with you I will eradicate each and every one of your desperate men with my own hands and use them as fuel for the shipwombs of Metalorn." Alekto declared, the field of energy which surrounded her fading as she came to a halt at a modest distance away from the man.

"To the man that seeks out his death, I am your maker."

The scent of ozone filled the air as electricity cackled around her finger tips and a smile carved itself into her lips.

"You will remember me as Yun-Ne'Shel."

She would leave the Mandalorian, Adenn, to Xanesh.

 

[Dekar Calloglast]

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\\ Akitagrad, the skies
\\ Providing air support for Warchief Waddles
\\ Flying a Mandalorian Fang-class Starfighter
\\ Allies: VJE; Sons of Mandalore, Trajan Fett Lucien Dooku Careena Fett
\\ Enemies: The Sith, Darth Voracitos , Darth Ledgermayne ; Dar'manda

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D O N ' T _ D I E

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Click, click - vroom.

Five Fangs' engines rumbled in unison like a pack of well-fed nexu. Several quickfire roars echoed through the hangar as each pilot ran the preflight checks. The Mandos were riding out to war again and come hell or high water they were going to let the Sith know that messing with the Sons of Mandalore was signing up for an awful time. It had been months since Tace last had the blood of an S-IMP on his hands, he was already picturing the combusting TIEs through the canopy. The scene made his fingers glide over the starfighter controls with heightening enthusiasm. A low rumble, a facsimile of a laugh, escaped him into the wing's comms system.

<"Looks like Kurze's excited,"> Haran-Three said.

<"Means we're in for a good time,"> Haran-Two chuckled in reply.

<"Hey, any plans on what we're getting the prince for chauffering us around?"> Haran-Four asked.

<"Far as I see it, he gets to thank us for letting him drive us around!"> Haran-Three followed it up with a hearty laugh.

<"Cut the chatter, Haran-wing. Minds in the sky,"> Haran-One cut in.

The last checks came back green, and hangar control gave the go-ahead.

<"Acknowledged, hangar control, we'll be on our way."> Switching back to their private channel, Haran-One continued, <"Remember, we're the Shriek-hawk, they're the Shyracks. Show them why no other predator dares to dance among the clouds of Mandalore!">

<"At kyr'am, oya! Oya!"> Haran-wing roared their agreement loud enough to match the engines of their fighters. Tace's own acknowledgement came in the form of a mighty rev of his Fang's engines. It was the most he could do to show his solidarity without a tongue of his own.

All five fangs lifted off the hangar floor one after the other, slowly rolling through the open maw of the hangar door. The blue sheen of Wayland's atmosphere bisected the view out the canopy. In one coordinated manoeuvre, each fighter rolled over and commenced a dive towards the planet proper, eagre to join the fray.

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Yellow flashes lit up Tace's canopy. Inch by inch, the lasers raced past the TIE's frame closer with each shot. Its pilot was doing what he could to avoid the Fang's claws from digging into his hide, but his flying was becoming erratic. He was buckling under the pressure. The efforts to save his worthless hide were appreciated, on a purely martial level at least, but Tace couldn't keep himself from slowly curling the corner of his mouth into a grin filled with anticipation. He was well used to this sight, the last glimpses of his prey before he sunk his claws into that exposed flesh. The engines of the Fang growled as it whizzed through the air, ever so slowly turning to overtake the turn vector of the TIE. Just a little further. A few more degrees of pitch upwards and he'd have him.

And then, with the satisfying chime of the targeting computer, the shot lined up. Yellow lasers flashed one last time; the Fang had found its prey.

The TIE went up in a whining blaze of an explosion just ahead of Tace. The quiet rattling of small debris promptly followed the burst as he steered his fighter through the remains of its prey. The lingering smoke cloud briefly consumed the view beyond the canopy, and when he reemerged shock suddenly gripped him as his eyes adjusted to the sight before him. He didn't believe it for a second and, had he not been utterly convinced of his armour maintenance, would have tried to rub away the grime on his visor.

Akitagrad was falling, the city collapsing in on itself. Dust and rubble buried every living soul in its wake. From above Tace had a complete view of the callous act of mass-murder. He couldn't believe the lengths to which the Sith would go to break his people. To destroy an entire city full of innocent lives to kill the small number of warriors giving it their all to defend them. It was the height of hubris, a display of cruelty that fueled the Mandalorian's resolve with unending kindling. He could stomach them no longer.

The comms system suddenly drew his attention. “The city is collapsing in on itself and Australis is fleeing. Do not come to the city, I repe-”

The voice belonged to one of the Sons of Mandalore. A quick tap of the console revealed his locator beacon's position relative to Tace. He was close, just beyond the city. Tace muttered a voice-less prayer in thanks to the spirits of war.

On the matter of their vode fleeing, he only scoffed. Never let a dog do the wolves' job.

He reared the steering stick of the Fang around, rolling the fighter's vector to align with that of the warrior whose comms he'd received. The man's advice be damned, Tace wasn't abandoning one of his own. Even if they weren't clan-brethren, the Sons of Mandalore had each other's backs.

The scene below came into view through the fighter's canopy, its tactical display elucidating the details. Tace could see the green dot marking Isaiah moving quickly towards an unidentified dot. The system immediately assumed it as hostile, and Tace wasn't one to argue. Two more red dots appeared in close proximity, one larger than the other. An artillery emplacement or vehicle and its surviving crewmember perhaps, from his vantage point it all looked like tiny dots against a backdrop of dirt.

With his free hand, he put in a brief string of commands. A comm signal went out to Warchief Waddles , <Haran-Five, strafing run, danger close, bearing 223>. Without the Besalisk Isaiah was a sitting duck against hostile armour, but with the help of the Fang's twin-laser cannon, that problem would solve itself rather quickly.

The Fang began its dive towards the two targets close-by Isaiah. Its engine howled through the sky of Wayland, a defiant roar against the backdrop of war that raged across land and sky. Soon enough its cannons were in range, and with a rhythmic staccato of brilliant yellow flashes, they came to life to tear into newfound prey, Darth Ledgermayne and Darth Voracitos .

 

[Mig Gred]

Allies: Caedyn Arenais Niamh Raste Careena Fett Trajan Fett Adara Raxis Cynthia Solus Stardust Solus Skirae Skorvek K Kaine Australis Tace Kurze (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: 11 Infantry with a mixture of various refugees from TSE and former slaves, armed with various weapons (Netherhounds), Armored "division" of 3 T-1 Sluggers and 2 A-1 Frontlines (Wraith Division), 10 GF-2B Super TwinTails, 10 HA-2 Pikes

The pilot in Signet 3 smiled, looking at his copilot.

"Thank the Manda! We're coming in Sword." And with that the first civilian packed Pike quickly landed, followed by one carrying a damaged A-1 Frontline. The crew pod of the first opened as the second lowered its armored cargo, letting to upper hatch open and the tankers come out. One was injured, but a least alive, and the civilians quickly off loaded. In space, Mig continued to heavily breath before hearing another voice.

"A-Adara? Is that...?"

"Are you ok, Mig?" Ollen looked at the person that, to hear right now, was acting as a commander. Mig looked up at the Dathomirian, nodding.

"It's just.... I need to head back after we get these people safe." Ollen just looked shocked, and was about to say something before being rocked by the Pike's port landing gear slipping out from under them. Many of the passengers were thrown into the wall while Mando'a and Quarren curses could be heard above. The pod was roughly released from the latches as the assault craft limped away from it. The Netherhound, Mig, and the civilians they had managed to fit in the pod walked out. Mig looked back to the Pike, seeing it pull in it's latch.

"Sorry about the landing. Checking if we can jump out and not take up too much space." Mig just nodded as the pilot made some final checks before flying out as another Pike with a crew pod slipped in. Mig would tap his comms, heading over to the landing vessel.

"If you can, get another Pike on this crew pod! We're getting people off as long as we can, whoever ends up deciding that. I don't want to overstay this. If you can't jump, just land." Once the civilians filed off, Mig hopped on, and was surprised to be followed by the Netherhounds. "You think I'm crazy?"

"I think you're right." He nodded as the HA-2 quickly lifted off. He would thing out, hoping Adara could somehow hear him.

"Thank you, Adara. You know I can't just run though. Not as long as civilians are still down there."

Back in the blue, the Gred TwinTails continued to fight off Sith fighters and attempt runs on the massive Darth. One with a "Jaig motif," a pair of stylized eyes, similar to the Jaig Eyes on Mandalorian helmets, on its bird'like forward hull, quickly unleashed it's torpedo load onto the Sith. It just didn't seem to be enough.

 

[Ardana Vorco]

Benûwia Antares / Darth Xanesh / Ireria Antares
Sith sorcerer, alchemist, historian​

Location: Mount Tantiss, Wayland
Equipment: Red blade lightsaber (Benûwia) | Red blade lightsaber (Ireria) | Multispectrum disguise suite
Tags/Attention: Ellie Mors | Adenn Kyramud | Taa Nul
Allies: TSE and allies
Enemies: VJE and allies

The fighting continued between Xanesh and Mandalorian. They may have been enemies, but the woman did not look down on the other. She respected Mandalorian culture in her time and now too, including her opponent. That's why she didn't look down on her opponent. She was never one of those who went into battle magnificently in such a way that they considered the opponent to be worthless. It was just confidence that she always considered themselves the winning party. Well, Ireria has always been the more rational and not Benûwia.

Since she had already dueled, she did not have time to deal with the person who was freshly entering the fight. She was just annoyed that the man had disrupted the fight. Benûwia heard Ellie Mors 's response, but didn't have time to deal with it either. However, she sensed and acknowledged that the other sith would leave the fight and deal with the one who disturbed them. It was almost commendable the way the man tore himself out of the woman's grip. The woman nodded appreciatively to the man after coming in front of him not so far away from her.

However, there was not much time left because the man immediately attacked as well. The projectiles immediately set off in the direction of Benûwia. She just grinned while she reached out to the Force again, and she used the teleport Force technique to avoid the missiles. With her previous injury, she did not risk lifting the ground in front of her with telekinetics, to use it as a defense. Teleportation was much more convenient.

When she was safe, she had not attacked yet. Through the Force he began to absorb the life force of soldiers – be they friends or enemies – with necromancy to heal the damage caused by the Mandalorian and the fatigue caused by Force using. Not so much to kill them there were enough to not be able to detect what the woman was doing. Until they were both healed, she spoke:

”Only so much is left of the Mandalorian honor after millennia? Do you interfere in each other's duel?” she asked. ”If there remain in your people any decency and honor from the old days, order him back!”

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[Careena Fett]

[ Theme ]​

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Akitagrad​

| Objective | Rally and Fight​

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

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The female Mandalorian clad in white held her arms and legs out as she free fell towards the surface, air rushing past her as her cloak billowing in the wind. A burst of static filled her ears followed by the voice of the young Isaiah Priest warning friendlies that the city of Akitagrad was being collapsed by the Sith. It came as little surprise that the Sith would stoop to such levels of depravity that they would unleash such despicable power as a means to an end. She'd twist and turn her body as she reoriented herself in the air, flying away towards the outskirts where they were to rally.​

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The Alor to Clan Fett held her composure despite all odds. The city may have fallen, the people scattered, but her resolve and will to fight on to fight the Sith remained as strong as the beskar'gam she wore. A metallic screech was heard as her war droid came flying down from the clouds, rapidly closing in on her position as she shifted her body once more, twisting and turning as her mount flew past, an outstretched hand grabbing hold of the seat as she was towed along towards the surface. Her war droid was soon accompanied by several more members of her clan as they flew in formation to lend support to the forces on the ground. She would hop into her seat as she shouldered her rifle, taking aim at the surface below from far away. Muted blue colored blaster bolts would fly straight and true from her rifle as Sith troopers caught in her sights fell from precision shots fired from the master marksman, even at the speeds she was moving at.​

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Another transmission from Trajan was heard in her helmet, calling for the rallying outside of the city, to where the real battle would be held. Careena turned to her accompanying clan members, making gestures with her hands as they flew low to the ground, a swarm of missiles being deployed from the wing of war droids passing over. A carpet of explosions would catch advancing Sith Imperial forces, leaving a trail of fire and carnage behind the passing war droids, providing a brief moment of relapse for the Sons of Mandalore and allies to regroup. Careena would posture herself on her war droid once more as she leaped off of it, using her jetpack to break her descent towards the ground. She'd hit the ground, immediately breaking into a roll as she deftly slung her rifle over her shoulder and unholstered her twin blaster pistols, leveling them up to chest level as scattered and dazed Sith troopers stumbled from the smoke and flame, quickly being dispatched by Careena with carefully placed shots to their chests.​

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A Sith Trooper came swinging with a power mace as Careena ducked and dipped her body to dodge the deadly weapon, snaking her arm around the soldier's as it passed by her, before roughly pushing up, dislocating the trooper's arm. The barrel of her blaster pistol in her free hand would press into the screaming soldier's neck before firing a shot into the vulnerable area as the mewling trooper soon fell silent and limp. She'd toss the corpse off to the side as she raised an arm up high to rally the approaching Mandalorians, speaking in Mando'a, << " For the blood of our family, for our people! Fight on! " >>​

 

[AMCO]

Location: Central Akitagrad, away from the frontlines in the middle of this clusterfeth.
Objective: Contain the Australis menace, once and for all. Observe Darth Prazutis ' anomaly.
Equipment: Gildenweave Turtleneck | Changeling Commandos [Evacuating]
Writing With: Ingrid L'lerim | Niamh Raste
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Justice and order, not spiritual drivel - with every word that left her mouth, he found himself liking the redhead more.

"I hate to say it, but it may be time to relo..."

Interrupted by the Echani's sudden attack - how rude of her - he only barely had time to condense the energy he had gathered into a bubble of invisible force, opting to let her assault propel him backwards, albeit in a mostly controlled manner, as opposed to countering it outright.

No need to waste energy in a fight, doubly so when he preferred to keep a distance.

Fingers swirling in an elaborate pattern as he began constructing the elaborate sorcerous construct required to pull forth a suitable spirit from the Nether, he trusted in Ingrid to keep the nameless warrior at bay. For now, anyway, the Echani were famously adept martial artists.

"Striking in the midst of conversation, how positively thuggish of you - you remind me of the Massassi Reavers."