Invasion The Empire Strikes Back - TSE Invasion of VJE Wayland

[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 # 4

The momentum from the blast continued to force Orion's body through the air like a rocket. The Sith looked like a bleeding mass of black and steel ripping through the defenses that tirelessly fought against the 33rd battalion and many more that overtook the battlefield. The mando's forces were beginning to lose ground. The Legionaires that came with Orion were fearlessly pressing forward, creating cracks in every formation they stood upon. Even with massive machines at their disposal, the numbers weren't there. It would have been a sight to see, provided Orion left the field of battle alive. His current circumstance was dire and with little time to adjust his shoulder teetered forward. The left half of his body turned slightly enough as the first blow found purchase.

The sonic blast that erupted from the quick drawn blaster sung a different tune than what Orion anticipated. The Sith's body dipped lower as he was submerged in an aura of infectious consequence. Almost making contact with the Mandalorian the invisible projectile of sonic compressed pressure tore through his shoulder piece. Tiny specks of metallic plate scattering in between them. The blast ricocheted downward forcing Orion's entire body gyrate toward the left even more. This led to exposure of his right shoulder, with little control left of his own devices, his eyes followed through with the blow that finally connected. The searing burn of a sharp blade punctured through his skin as a mucus of green enveloped the blade. The force behind the blow allowed the Mandalorians blade to dig deeper, clipping a tendon lightly as his arm began to tingle with numbness.

Orion's body rang with pain, his once confident face showing his adversary the brutal truth. Orion shoved his left arm upward. This was supposed to create space between them. Unfortunately, the quick impact of the blow suspended Orion in a backwards drop. The flesh eating blade that invaded his right shoulder slipped out from the wound. Orion knew it, before he tried, his arm fell limp. Any effort would cause serious damage to the other nerves, but if it kept him alive, he would have to fight through it. Orion's mouth separated as his back slammed into the ground. The metal piece that slipped into his shoulder blade from before created even more devastating pain. Orion's back arched upwards towards the sky, a slight tear manifesting from the shock.

Orion wanted to scream, but the seconds that transpired took his breath away. The straining veins that hid so well before the fight popped as his body went through the experience. Almost stunned, his body made the final descent back to the dirt. The sounds of war were non-existent, his mind on the verge of trailing off. His eyes watched as the Mandalorian came down for the kill. A bright spread of blue and red flame greeted him above. In a way the Mandalorian looked like a steel angel, ready to vanquish the Darkstar legacy for everything it had done and would do. Orion considered it, death that is; only his mind exploded with infinite possibilities. The what if's, regrets, guilt, loneliness, complacency and everything that could flood one's mind before the last chapter of a life was snuffed out. The final possibility chimed away at his restless body.

Move! There's still so much to do...

He blinked and in that moment of sheer will, he listened to the virus that hid beneath all of what and who he was. Even though the Mandalorian saw a beaten sith, Orion was actually lively. His instincts told him one thing. To fight for his survival and to continue through it all. The reality of the situation gave him little choices, but the drumming sounds of war slowly began to take hold of his hearing once more. The jolt it gave him was all he needed. With a useless right arm, at least for now he quickly jerked the mass of his upper body to the side, pressing on the already numb arm. He was careful though, not giving his back to his opponent. All that the Mandalorian would find with his knee would be the solid ground. Another twinge of pain forced a slight groan from Orion's lips.

It would take more effort now to actually utilize everything in his arsenal. The seeping blood from from front to back, left him less optimistic, but ready to retaliate. Orion would have his head or lose his own before the dawning of victory was decided for either of them. The sinister thoughts of his experiments took hold for only a slight second before the sith spun to his knees. He swung low at exposed areas of the Mando's legs. The hilt of his saber swept under and upward in silence. At the very last second Orion pressed down on the activation switch. The crimson saber came to, the jaws of hell releasing it from its inner sanctum. Orion would have blood...

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

Location: Mount Tantiss (Hellmouth)
Allies: Adara Raxis Stardust Solus Skirae Cynthia Solus Darth Prazutis
Enemies: R Reyn Australis K Kaine Australis Madalena Antares

In all his years among the living hes never felt as revitalized and strong in energies then he does at this moment, His singed armes healed themselves instantly due to the all the dark side energy around him, with the energy the newly formed Netherrift oozed out had limitless amounts of power at his disposal he never felt more alive and energized. He could see everything before him clear as ever and it was so easy as he witnessed and saw the approach of Kaine Australis and one other he knew nothing about as well as the Terror Australis being a pain.

The ship looked so small to him now as he practically was coated in raw energy more then enough for him as he called forth a orb of force Destruction in the palm of his hand, The orb normally would be sizeable enough to handle groups of people and vehicles and the like but now with all the energy he had at his command the orb was 10x stronger and bigger more then enough to cripple that ship. He launched two such orbs towards the ship he had hopes it would be enough to strike the ship if not he had so much more he could do and was ready for them.The Lord of the dead was awake and was ready to reap the souls of those who come to challenge him and his family.

 

[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​

”Have you finally finished whining?” she asked mockingly as the other woman spoke.

Ingrid was not hit unexpectedly by the upcoming attack, she was counting on it. That is why she chose psychological warfare, and the Jedi failed. The morality victory was hers. She could use words perfectly if she had to provoke an attack from her opponents. This made her a dangerous opponent on the political scene as well, not just on the battlefield. And what made it even more perfect was that she could enjoy all this damn thing. Adrian got some red dots when he started answering that they really should go. The woman was also attacked at this time.

For Ingrid, fighting was almost an art, she had barely begun to walk, but was already subjected to cruel training. She spent a significant part of her life that her Force Sensitivity was dormant. She was trained as a plain human to be a worthy opponent of a Sith, or Jedi. She killed not even one before that accident happened which one makes her Force Sensitive. As she moved around her, she watched her movement with the Force.

When the other woman attacked her leg, she jumped aside with a somersault with the help of the Force. She tried to kick the other woman in the chin while jumping. If she succeeded, she succeeded, if she did not, she did not, but she came down to the ground a few meters away. During the jump, she hung the sniper rifle on his shoulder in an instant, by the time Ingrid arrived on the ground, she already had the two vibroblades in her hands. Her movement was very flexible, elegant and graceful throughout which was hidden the threat that every move she was deadly. Her movement culture was not military now either, but it was not even typical of the Sith. She was something different but not less deadly.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw that Adrian was okay too, based on their conversation – flirting – on the ship Ingrid knew she had to keep the woman away from him. And the man spoke insulted, though it is a fact and true that his words were correct.

”Do not attract her attention to yourself, handsome. Even if your indignation is legitimate. I’ll keep her away from you.” she sent the message telepathically again.

She turned the two blades in her hands while barely noticeably taking an offensive stand. She was still watching the woman, not reaching for the lightsabers, which might have been surprising. As she really enjoyed psychological warfare, she wanted to continue, not to mention that Dun Möch was also a form of lightsaber fencing.

”Is that all you can do? My last Ultranaut is better than that and he already gets punished for not being good at anything. Come on echani, show me what you got! ” she continued mockingly, miserably.

Ingrid is prepared for the other woman's attack if she has to physically, but if she has to, she will also use Force against her. And of course she will do her best to keep the echani from reaching Adrian.

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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

Though she had been fast, she knew they both expected her to strike. The conversation had clearly been steering towards it. So it came as no surprise when the woman tumbled out of the way. Though it may have surprised her when Niamh tilted her head backwards in the roll so that the foot meant to catch her chin sailed harmlessly through empty space a scant few centimeters from her chin. This wasn't her first bout of combat. She had been fighting ever since she was born. It would take a lot more to break her defense.

The Sith may have felt they won a moral victory but they had much to learn. She was not the Jedi they were used to facing. She was a Rogue, following her own code and a very simple one: don't fall to the darkside, but destroy it. When they had entered the system and discovered the Sith presence she had made the decision to fight. Their conflict was inevitable. Besides, the Sith had no moral high ground to stand upon when they were sinking cities and sending combat forces into heavily populated civilian centers. Let them theink what they wished.

As she rolled back to a poised to pounce position they both spoke. She didn't hear a word they said. Combat was talking and they both had said much in their actions. She knew enough to know that the woman was a skilled combatant, and that the man was a sorcerer. If she left him be and focused on the woman he would rip her apart. If she focused on him and let her be she would end up stabbed in the back. No, she had to fight them both at once, and she knew how to do that.

Force assisting her again, and having assessed her opponents armor, she moved forward faster than a normal person could, aimed directly for Ingrid. As soon as she had sprung, and using her cape for concealment, she had dropped her lightsaber from her belt to the ground. She was counting on them focusing on her and not noticing it among the debris that had fallen when the city shook and sank down upon its base.

The armor she wore wasn't impervious to kinetic attacks and she knew how to strike swiflty at the pressure points exposed in places like the armpit, the neck, and other exposed soft areas where armor needed to move in order for the wearer to move. Even though she had activated her blades, Niamh felt no fear or worry as she closed, fingers precisely striking at Ingrids hands, aiming for the points that controlled her fingers ability to grip while also avoiding being to close to the lightsabers the woman wielded. Niamh's own armor provided good protection against the blades, and she could still maneuver.

As she had moved in to strike, the lightsaber she had deftly dropped lifted gently from the ground and moved swiftly just above the surface as it flew towards Adrian. Would his eyes be drawn to the larger movement or the small? When the blade was close enough, she mentally depressed the activator sending the silver blade screeching out in an sttempt to impale the sorcerer before he could unleash whatever he was working on. At the very least she could hope to disrupt his casting.

 

[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 [Evacuated]
Writing With: Ingrid L'lerim | Niamh Raste
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He had to admit, his companion was right - there would be time for indignation, however righteous, later, but for now he ought to shut up, keep a distance, and work on finishing the fight through the weight of numbers and his own sorcerous tricks.

Even so, his anger remained, fuelling his power - the Jedi claimed to be champions of the peace and yet every time he had met one on the field of battle, they had been the aggressor. Granted, he had invaded a temple once or twice, but mostly to rescue any holocrons present.

That was hardly an excuse for wanton- eyes snapping to the blade as it ignited, his instincts saved him, if only barely.

As the silvery blade collided with his hand, it fizzled out in an impressive display of Tutaminis, albeit one that left him focused on it above all else.

Sorcerous construct abandoned and body tensed, he focused his will on pushing the blade backwards, forcing it away from his own body before attempting to return it to the sender, giving her a taste of her own medicine - at the very least, it might be the distraction Ingrid needed to make a move, preferably one to tie up the Echani for ten seconds or so.

He wouldn't need more time than that to end this, unless he was underestimating her.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Location: Mount Tantiss, Wayland
Objective: Fight the Sith, let Clan Mortui escape
Allies: VJE and Allies
Enemies: TSE and Allies
Tags: Ellie Mors | Ardana Vorco | Taa Nul | K Kaine Australis
Links(background NPCs closest to Adenn): Gunner | Beskad Elite
Links: Ammo(Gargaru Slugs) | Particle Beam

They fought on, swords flashed, lightsabers clashed, and shots rang through the air like a swarm. Clan Mortui fought on like demons, slaughtering dozens for every one that fell, but even Mandalorian determination knew when the enemy outnumbered and outgunned them. In this case, outgunned via the Force. An oversight that had been seen before, but not taken all too seriously. Now though, they had less ysalmir's and other Force blocking tools, the deficiency was keenly felt. It was an oversight that would be corrected after this battle.

A battle that was seemingly coming to an end, sooner than Adenn had expected. As Adenn had fought, he received the message from Kaine, telling him and a Morc that the battle was lost, so it was time for them to retreat. Growling in frustration to that, Adenn responded quickly and succinctly via comms.
"Very well vode. My aliit with begin ba'slan shev'la now, while I help hold these dar'jetii back."

Around the same time that Darth Setrus, or Morc, arrived from the mountain. The man's very presence ground against Adenn's patience, because he was here to fight dar'jetii, not fight alongside them. Then there was the man's tone, so dismissive of both what his clan had been doing and what Adenn was doing himself. Lowering his arms as Xanesh teleported away, Adenn stared hard at Morc, with only half his attention on his current opponent. When she spoke, Adenn merely nodded before speaking to her, voice a low growl.
"Both your heads will be on a pike of my own making. I called for no interference, you deserve a more dignified death at a warriors hand than what he'll bring. And that man there is no Mandalorian, rather another of your ilk. A dar'jetii." Adenn practically spat out the last word, anger evident at the thought of fighting alongside an enemy of his, even if they seemingly joined the Mandalorians. He had sworn he'd never fall for the machinations of outsiders again, not even if they were helping his vode and he. Raising his voice, Adenn shouted out to Morc. "This is my objective dar'jetii, and they are my vode's and my kills. Pray you die at their hands, or escape beforehand, for I don't take kindly to those who interfere with what I am doing. Particularly if they aren't vode."

Ripping his gaze from Morc, Adenn's blood boiled with rage. At the same time, the tactician in him knew what he had to do, but he hardly cared now. He also knew his vode didn't care. They had lost much and always fought on, fought like few other clans. Yet few outside their numbers would remember their actions. They also knew that they had to fight on, for those who had died, and so that they could continue to bloody the Sith in the future. As such, at the command of Gunner, the back lines of the Mandalorians began to grab their fallen and wounded, before falling back to the mountain entrance. It was slow going, but they moved with all due haste. As it was, only those furthest back could truly do this. At the same time, some back elements of the vanguard fighters did the same, moving to bring themselves further back and provide fire support, or help move their vode. Those that made it to the mountain moved inside, taking their vode to the transport, so that they could be brought to the next stage. At the same time, those on the front lines doubled their attacks, their rage and anger doubling, knowing many more would die, but knowing that for every Mandalorian that fell, many more of the Sith would die in turn.

As this happened, Adenn allowed his gaze to shift over the position where the Beskad Elite had fought. At least 2 of the Elites were dead, while 6 others were severely wounded. The rest of their number were injured to some degree or another, but they fought on, despite the pain and their wounds. Straightening at the sight of his closest vode fighting on, Adenn focused fully on Xanesh. Holding his sword loosely by his side, Adenn called out to her.
"Cease your cowardly running sorceress. Face me fully, and know defeat."

Walking towards her, Adenn slowly increased speed, going from a walk to a jog, then from a jog to a full blown sprint. He was there to fight, not chase after someone for hours. Thus he truly hoped that Xanesh would take up his challenge and actually fight him. As it was, Adenn ran at her, sword held by his side, ready to move as soon as needed.

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Location: In the forest, whereabouts unknown.
Allies: Mandalorians, Stardust Solus Skirae , Skorvek , Adara Raxis , Darth Prazutis
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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-IG-88 force-
IG-88 - 185
The IG-droids took slight losses as their too damaged bodies blew up from damage as they ran in amongst the Demagol'ka gun fire, and the Terror Australis. However their movements made it hard for precise shots. They did not stand still nor did they move in straight lines. These we're droids that was designed to make killing look easy. These we're droids built in the art of blood. With the droids up close their shots was pinpoint. There was no single target just many. These mandalorians would witness the IG-88's torso's spinning as they now walked amongst them. There was three to one droid being lost every moment.

The moment the IG-88's was mingled inside the forces, a single programming mind shared between them. There was more droids than the forces they was fighting. With the covering fire and the hard to plan move. Almost half the droids charged jumping onto the remaining forces clinging onto them for dear death. Explosions from self detonating IG-88's wiped the field any stragglers would find group shots from the remaining IG-88's.

-Ca/Cynthia Solus - IG-88-

Their altitude kept increasing as they began to move in a slight direction, Ca saw the ten droids following and had remained to cut star from the force. They still had the advantage, they could not be seen through the thick canopy of leaves and branches. Cutting off the jetpack and putting the repulsors on full power to hover in the air, Ca managed to keep a steady position in the sky above the forces that was bugging out below. "Hold on tight star and get ready to take out the ones in your path." The Ai said, using the other bracer A blast of repulsor energy shot out spinning Ca and in turn Star. As Stardust Solus Skirae swung taking out the droids in her path, Ca would take out the D-13 from her thigh into her right hand. The AI in control of Cynthia's movements began blasting the small droids out of reach. Each shot was silent as it left the barrel leaving no flash with it. The second the tenth droid was taken out the wire would retract pulling star up. "Cynthia ready to take control back." "Mhm." Cynthia said not having to focus on complete relaxing.

Her body ached all over. The movement that just happened was taxing, but despite the pain there was still a job to do. It allowed Ca time to get the frequency they needed and block out the Demagol'ka from tracking and hearing them. "Lets move behind them. They are moving towards Akitagrad. We can ambush them." With her wife's arms around her shoulders, they began to descend moving in to the left and backwards of Reyn's forces. Below the two the IG-88 had kept track of Cynthia and Star. The droid would meet then at the top of a tree the two had landed on. "Thank you IG, for taking out that group."

"It was beneficial to my own survival. I did not do it for you."

"Either way. You helped us in doing that, and honestly with the forces we have been up against. It is survival. However now it is different." As Cynthia moved along the tree, dropping down to lay prone on the length of a branch thicker than three of Stardust shoulder to shoulder. She would pull out her sniper rifle.

"How so?" The droid asked seeming confused.

"We are no longer the hunted, we are the hunters, isn't that right Riduur. You have seen us fight, join us IG." She began scanning the gaps watching Reyns forces move further.

"Serve a meatbag. No." It said adamantly.

"No, not serve us. You will be your own droid. I can see that is what you want." She did not have to look down the scope since its feed was going direct to Cynthia's HUD that was still in night vision and a infrared at an opacity of 35%.

"Get to the end of the battle meatbag, we will see if I join you."

"We will get to the end. With you me and Star. We will be a trio to be feared by Demagol'ka."

TLDR;

Spoiler: Spoiler

Cynthia silently took out some of the droids and swung star to take out the rest
Cynthia and Star are now atop a tree a fair distance away from reyn in an unknown direction to reyn.
an equal amount IG-88's to Reyns forces at the ex position of the downed Hammerhead self detonated on the remaining troops there, the remaining droids group shot the stragglers.

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[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Location - forest
Objective - get a closer look at the terror Australis
Allies - Cynthia Solus Skorvek TSE
enemies - K Kaine Australis R Reyn Australis

Up up and up

Star could see plenty of things now, the massive ship that was above them, the chaos and destruction around them, and soon as the words reached her ears her first target. Her axe came out as she bared her teeth and let a roar out as that axe tore through the first striking the creature within and tearing it apart, the next four ended with the same fate as ca took the rest out and she felt a massive rush of the force hit her like cool water making her gasp a little as she was pulled up into the arms of her riduur and held on as they flew

They landed on a massive branch, a sigh coming from her as she started drawing that force back into her body. Turning to the droid she stared it down and then spoke

I think you'll find out, that we are not to be looked down upon

Skorvek sent them a blessing, she chuckled and grinned as she started pulling in the force and looked to that massive ship bombarding the forest around them

such a bother....I want a closer look

While cynthia did her thing star began to reach put towards that massive ship, pushing her full power as she felt its massive power. This was enough...she began to draw in that raw power, being a massive surge of energy like never before! Her hands reached out and then acted as if grabbing the massive ship as she started to pulling back, arms shaking and sweat appearing in her brow as she grunted a bit and closed her eyes to focus

She was gonna pull this damned ship down to the ground, either that or she would hold it where it was

 

[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​

She also tried to keep an eye on Adrian during the fight, she saw the man struggling with the lightsaber. An uncomfortable feeling gripped her for a moment, she suppressed this in a fraction of a second, as expected of her. But even then, it didn’t happen often to worry anyone. She kept an eye on both the man and the woman, she didn't want to cross his partner's plans. Due to her genetic heritage, she could think terribly fast, so she had already set up several possible tactics in her mind. Which she could have thrown out when the lightsaber changed direction.

From the echani's gaze she saw what the woman was up to, Ingrid saw the direction, she knew what points were in those parts. They were equal, maybe if Adrian did not interfere in the duel, it could be draw. She pretended to be inattentive, she let the enchani woman – she had two hands, so it didn’t matter – her right arm. Of course she moved so that the woman would not hit exactly those points that she wants just near them. However, she jerked her left hand completely away. When the queen hit her, though the armor protected her but she still felt the unpleasant numbness, she pretended to lose so she dropped her knife. Which, however, she did not care now.

She moved so that she could not notice that she was directing the other. She danced and moved to avoid attacks as if her arm hurt a lot and she couldn't use it. And in the meantime she tried to control the woman so that it was completely showing her back to Adrian. If it succeeded, or pretty much succeeded only, Ingrid reached out to the Force and tried the debris on the ground and pounded the dust into the woman's face with telekinetic. Trying to take advantage of the fact that the echani did not wear a helmet.

At the same time she tried to grab the woman with invisible telekinetic hands and throw her at Adrian, making things easier for the Dark Councilor. If apparently these attacks fail, or the other doesn’t even feel – for example because of her armor – then Ingrid just tries to keep the woman in that line so that the man can do what he wants.

”For the last time today, but try to hurry!” sent another telepathic message.

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[Darth Voracitos]

OOC: Apologies for the delay, was hoping Ledge was around to talk, but he's a bit busy at the moment so I'll give you two a bit of combat to tide us over!

Akitagrad: Outside of it, ground level
Side Piece: Warchief Waddles
Spicy Curry: Tace Kurze
Fast Food: K Kaine Australis
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: 6

What stood before Isaiah, was no ordinary warrior by any means. A mind eating alien turned into a cannibal with maddening hunger, offered the power to control the dead spirits of Chaos collected by Voracitos, and then forced into an armor which would refuse to let him die while the dark side continued to flow through it. Thousands and more spirits roared in the mind of the Anzati who saw before him, only food.

Isaiah let loose the darts, and with a voice too large for its size, the sound of a pained roared let loose across the battlefield, drowning out all noise as the unnatural armored man charged forward with the speed of a Vaapaad (and thus struck by the darts, which did not seem to deter the charge). A vicious flame was produced from one of its outstretched arms towards Isaiah, just as the sound of explosions behind the Cursed One happened from above.

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Voracitos barely got the opportunity to speak before being assaulted from above (by Tace Kurze). The Sith Lord's display of power must have caught the attention of the eagle-eyed pilot as they were passing through. Nonetheless, the yellow energy seemed to impact and coalesce around the Sith Lord who grunted in what was either pain or annoyance. Blasts impacted around the Sith Lord creating craters, while the scorched fat man retaliated by returning the energy skyward. He did nothing to assist Darth Ledgermayne , as if he were a true sith he'd find a way to overcome such an attack.

"Pathetic bugs!" The Chaos Lord rumbled, as his alchemical skin smoked and steamed around him.

 

[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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T H E Y _ A R E _ N O T H I N G

Worked every damn time. The Sith fluttered, flew and struck like a hawk in the rage of battle. They all did, fire in those eyes behind a bulwark of hubris and confidence. Then he could see it all slip away when they realized they couldn't enslave the force to its will for another moment. That they couldn't rip from their unearthly pneuma to dispense death again. That fear in their eyes like they reached for the hand of a loved one only to have them slip from their grasp as they barreled into the unending blackness of a certain finality. Just as they forced unto him. He could tell Darkstar saw that same terror of grasping for weapons to bludgeon that weighed nothing.

He ripped that metal from flesh and seemed primed to deliver another blow to lay waste of the Sith's arm forever when he say the distortion of motion pull for his saber. He could only be so quick to shift and pull to his sword again, clicking the button to pull the blade out to its full fury barely in time to lock with that crimson saber as the beam of burgeoning light pressed into the side of his left leg. That burn of plasma against flesh drew his teeth to grind against one another until he felt as if they'd shatter from his mouth as he contained the pain.

Good.

Was all Trajan could think as he leveled himself back down, his sword held down in the ice-pick grip he leveled his other arm toward the head of Orion and angled his hand down, firing a burst of flame from his vambrace mounted flamethrower in the hopes to sending him back and away from the exchange. With this Sith nullified of any pull to the force, distance was key again.

 

[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 woman laughed at the man's words like having fun on it, and she did. She always found it fun to be threatened, so far, each has been just an empty threat in her lifetime. Many times they tried to kill her, for her Dark Council's position, or her apprentice to gain the knight rank. Or her father to possess her body. No one ever succeeded. So not the mandalorian called for the help. She didn't care about the insult, she just nodded.

”Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur bal bic cuyir haar ashi dar’jetii” ( Today is a good day for someone else to die, and it will be the other sith) she said.

Mer pronunciation may have been a little rusty but she had not used mando'a for nearly five thousand years. And since then the language may have changed much, though the word sith was the same. It was a pleasant surprise to her that the man had done what she had asked him to do. So they still had the honor they used to have, she found this commendable and regretted that they were not serving the Empire now. Such an alliance has always been and would be of benefit to the Sith.

”You are honoring me mandalorian, I am grateful for it!” she said honestly.

She felt the other's tension and anger, this man was a really great feast. Immersed in the other's emotions, she let it gain strength from it as well, there was never a sweeter food than these emotions. She chuckled contentedly again and she smiled almost kindly.

”Then get out of your armor and I'll not use force” she said her terms.

She had already seen here that she would not avoid armed struggle, so she took her lightsaber in her left hand and activated the red blade. Ireria was one-handed, Xanesh didn't care for consistency, and Benûwia was two-handed. But if she also wanted to use Force, one of his hands had to remain free. She was not a coward, she did not run away from the mandalorian. She waited for the man to arrive. So as not to wade down by the other she gracefully moved out to the side and struck the other with her lightsaber, vilely. For she wanted to cut the man at knee height, from the knee all the way up to hip but deliberately taking care not to cut off the man’s leg will only cause severe pain.

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[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 (3 approaching)

Mig clung tight as the two first Pikes began to break atmosphere. They had to get even a few dozen more. The two HA-2s would soon be followed by a third, that had to quickly grab hold of the remaining crew pod. While the others that needed medical attention were quickly pulled out, and those that could fly didn't take up too much hanger space for long. Rather leave it open for other relief ships that may have needed it more than them. Plus, leaving tanks in the Sword didn't seem like a best of ideas, if only to not just leave equipment that they could get off the ship there. Just not wanting to overstay a welcome. They'd just have to pick up the injured later. It was a sad reality, but one they were already sort of use too.

Aboard Signet 7, the Netherhounds and Mig would soon be faced with another torrent of Force energy, and a cloud of ash that had begun to rise from the ruins of what was Akitagrad. The heavy assault craft would engage there lights as they went down, and the ships, gatling turrets would target any Sith fighter that dared to get close. As they flew through, the Mando'ad'jetii reached out. He wasn't good at this, but he had to find people. Anyone really. People running.... Fear.... He had to search for fear! He reached out, but he could only be so accurate. Maybe Mig needed some Jedi classes in then mental side of the Force. Or maybe a Mando with them. Still... he reached.

"There! I mean.... Vaydos! Port side. Should be civilians." An unsure voice soon came over, clearly not trusting the strange call.

"Are you.... Ok. You're the commander for this." The Pikes would angle to turn in the direction suggested by Mig, beginning to encounter rougher, low visibility conditions. Soon though... "We've got civvies!" Mig felt as the ship lowered, and Ollen looked at the Mando as she pulled out her bow. She just nodded as the door opened. The Netherhounds quickly jumped out, and began calling out.

"Over here!"

"Come on! Come on!"

"Evac ships this way! Hurry!"

Mig quickly began to lead people into the crew pods, looking up as he did. They had too hurry. Any more ash and it'd look like Hoth. In other words, good luck flying anywhere. He quickly directed people to the ships, as many as they could find. He looked around. They. Had. To. Hurry.

Elsewhere, the Gred pilots were starting to see the issues too. One quickly called out, grumbling practically. "Visibility's getting scarce! Hope your targeting computers are working!"

"Computers! We'll be lucky if the ion-jets can hold up in this!" The starfighters whirled around, continuing to fight until they got the call to leave. They couldn't just stop this. Not now!

 

[Skorvek]

Location: Mount Tantiss(Hellmouth portal)
Allies: Adara Raxis Cynthia Solus Stardust Solus Skirae Darth Prazutis
Enemies: R Reyn Australis K Kaine Australis Madalena Antares

Apparently playing nice wasn't enough as he continued drawing off the limitless supply of energy he had at his disposal he did several things first as he sensed Kaine approaching with guests as well as the warship of his still standing as well. He called forth enough energy to form a 8 layered strong dome shield around him while he remained in his gam the whole process as he looked up to the ship while the shields took the hits well he looked up to the clouded skies as crimson lightning surged through the clouds and with his command he sent a barrage of powerful lightning upon the ships engines and manifested the storm only enough for it to remain unstable without his help. After he was done doing so he turned his attention towards Kaine who approached his location with friends.


Kaine Australis took someone he cared deeply for from him and left her to rot and pretend he did it for the good of all Mandalorians , But that was a lie all that he did was cause more death versus saving more lives and think that was ok of him to do. he called forth several sizeable spears of flames that he heated to plasma based and sent them shooting forth towards Kaine and his forces, if the strike the ground or a person they will explode upon impact with the power of 4 grenades combined in each spear he threw.

He kept the barrier up and had several other tricks up his sleeve after he sent the barrage forth knowing Kaine's reputation he has a few tricks up his sleeve and he needed to be prepared to face him no matter how much energy he had at his disposal as the creatures of the Netherrift he opened up continue to pour out and meet his forces as well he kept drawing off the energies he had around him to keep him well supplied .

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

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

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Seated atop the Bo-Katan, Caedyn remained on the outskirts of Akitagrad as a drop-ship lifted off, survivors aboard and soon to be clear of the war-zone that had become Wayland's Capital. Standing upon the edge of the sunken ruin that Darth Prazutis had created, the young Knight cast his eyes down below; How many lives had been taken in that moment, Caedyn only narrowly having escaped...

"Kaine, Survivors are away but I'm not sure what I'm doing on this thing..." Caedyn spoke over the comm's frequency that K Kaine Australis held secure across his side of the fight. He wasn't sure how many were left of Kaine's people, what had once been the Network and now some Enclave of his Uncle's. With the survivors away however, there was little keeping Caedyn in on the ground; So much had been lost already, what remained was only the aggression between peoples and the Jedi Knight wasn't willing to further contribute to the death toll.

"I'm going to get myself clear of Wayand. You should think about doing the same, things are looking pretty bad from where I'm sitting" he advised his Uncle, though uncertain whether or not the man would hear him. Somehow the Bo-Katan had the capacity to fly, Kaine had proven that much although Caedyn had no clue as to how he'd managed it. The Controls were essentially in an entirely different language to him.

"Alright...Propulsion..." He warily looked over the controls with a sense of apprehension; the armaments of the war droid being the last thing he wanted to set off and get blown up in the process. "Power distribution..." he triggered, something green seeming to pop up over the display, confirmation of some sort from what he could tell.

"Aw chit, I have no idea what I'm doing here...-Kaine!?" He grumbled over the Comm's before kicking one of the lower panels out of frustration.

 

[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

Too easy. She knew when she was being played. Her head only got partially to the side, keeping her right eye free of debris but the left was utterly cluttered with it and hurt like heck. Dirty. Dirty fighting was just the worst. A good fighter that fought in such a manner really did themselves a disservice. Until that she'd had respect for the woman's fighting skills. Now? Now she felt that the woman wasn't as good as she appeared. However, she'd worked right into Niamh's hands with what she'd done.

The saber, she'd felt it meet resistance, which meant she'd interrupted her companion, at the least. But her saber was also coming back at her, and she'd been positioned right in front of it. That was fine. Then she felt herself being grabbed and pushed back towards the saber and the man. She could work with that, but she had to do it quickly to avoid the lightsaber, so she flipped and used an application of the Force against the ground to propel herself up and over the saber, allowing its momentum to carry it straight towards Ingrid and the armor she wore that wouldn't protect her from it. Gotta watch the crossfire when you're fighting with a companion.

A shaft appeared in her hand and two blades quickly sprang forth as she redirected herself with a small application of the Force so that she could come down directly at Adrian. Truthfully, in this fight, he was the dangerous one. If he was given time to utilize his abilities he would unleash all sorts of hellfire on her. She couldn't allow that to happen so since he was barely even armored or equipped for direct combat, she could take him first without even revealing the rest of her arsenal of tricks.

She swung a blade at him as she came into land, but it was only a misdirection as she aimed to push his feet out from under him with the Force. She just wanted to keep him occupied long enough to compromise him, which would make life easier for her.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Location: Mount Tantiss, Wayland
Objective: Fight the Sith, let Clan Mortui escape
Allies: VJE and Allies
Enemies: TSE and Allies
Tags: Ellie Mors | Ardana Vorco | Taa Nul
Links(background NPCs closest to Adenn): Gunner | Beskad Elite
Links: Ammo(Gargaru Slugs) | Particle Beam | Armor | Sword

As Adenn moved towards Xanesh, Clan Mortui had further disentangled themselves from the Sith army. They moved back towards the mountain, seeking to set up shop once more in their fortified positions. At the same time, the wounded and dead were transported inside so that they could also be retrieved later. As it was, their bodies were transported further in so they could eventually be loaded up. Those who were dead were given short Mandalorian rights, by way of armor removal and remembrance of who they were. Nonetheless this would take time, and not all would be honored properly, some merely having their armor removed. They did this so that the dead couldn't be desecrated the same way that they had been on Mandalore, their armor forged into a Sith throne. Most of Clan Mortui's forces here had seen the throne, so they knew they didn't want this to happen to their vode. As such, the fighting retreat was slow, but it still happened, with only the Beskad Elite and Gunner himself staying near Adenn's side. They were there to assist with a speedy getaway, should it be needed.

All this and more happened as Adenn interacted with Xanesh, and though he recognized the things happening, he didn't acknowledge them more than that. He was fully focused on his target, having purged his stray thoughts towards Setrus. As such, he saw Xanesh in full, and heard her speak. His eyes narrowed as she spoke Mando'a, for the saying was quite well known. And upon hearing it, Adenn found himself nodding. It was indeed a good day for someone else to die, in this case, the dar'jetii attacking his vode. At the very least this dar'jetii deserved a more fitting end, for she recognized the culture more than most outsiders. Particular the language and Adenn's honor with not simply ordering their position to be bombarded, regardless of him being in the same area or not.

Adenn saw the attack from Xanesh clear as daylight, but he saw no need to even try to block it. Instead he laughed loudly in mockery of the futile attempt of her attack. If the lightsaber hit below the knee, it would hit the cortosis found there and thus short circuit. Most likely it would hit higher though, and even then it hardly mattered. Adenn's armor was top of the line, and virtually invincible to lightsabers. As such, the lightsaber hitting above the knee would only see it skidding upwards in a shower of sparks, even as Adenn counter attacked without a seconds hesitation. His sword flashed from one side to the other, moving to gauge into her with all the ferocity it had been created with.

 

[Darth Voracitos]

Netherworld: Within it
Fast Food: K Kaine Australis
Beef Cake: Darth Prazutis
Fridge Ajar: Skorvek
Cupcakes: @everyone surrounding the Nether Portal
Number of Bites: 7

While Voracitos Prime tried his damndest to have a polite conversation with a fellow Sith Lord, a dozen of his Flesh Golems within the Netherworld tasked with binding more spirits to the ever-growing collection the Chaos-God of Gluttony had amassed, began to notice a change in the mortal world. At first, when Skorvek had opened the portal it was not as noticeable, no more so than the "natural" Rifts left behind after Akala, or the tiny tears Voracitos Prime often traveled through. However, more spirits seemed to notice the freshly opened gateway to the material plane and began to rush it in mass. Then the truly bizarre occurred and the souls of - Mandalorians? - seemed to rush past the typical dark spirits of Chaos. Individuals who should by all accounts to Voracitos, lack any distinct presence within the Nether. Still, stranger things have occurred, and anomalies would not deter these constructs from their objective.

A half dozen Replica Flesh Golems of human Voracitos appeared through the portal, and in unison, they spoke.

"T͔̟̤̥͈ha̜̪̭̭͖̤̥̽t͆̔͐ ͪͪ͆i̱̱̅͋̒̑̈ș̯̜̉ ̰͉̝͎̌̽̾̿̍͒ͤq͓͛͋̒́ͥu̟̯̞̳̰̰̘ͪ̀it̂ȇ͚͖̎̿̆͌͊ͅ ̼̪̳̞̰̐ͧ̑͂̓e͍̲̘͖ṉ̥̟̹̱ͨͫo̜̱̔̍͊̌u͊̐̒g̓h.̪̞̗" Their eyes glowed all at once, and a ritual began as the restless spirits, Sith or otherwise, began to feel the power of Voracitos flow into them, invade the core of what they once were, forcibly binding them to the earth. For the moment, all the undead were halted wherever they were, as the colossal darkness of the Shadow Emperor called to them. It wouldn't happen all at once, but the weaker spirits began to disappear into one of the shapes of Voracitos, seemingly devouring them into its form.

The Dark side flowed through the Flesh Golems as Conduits, and already the damage it did to their relatively more fragile bodies began to degrade them. However, even still, as more spirits became absorbed by the copies of the Sith Lord, the portal behind them began to shrink.

 

[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 [Evacuated]
Writing With: Ingrid L'lerim | Niamh Raste
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Will against will, he came out on top, but it was hardly a fair contest, given the distraction his companion posed - fortunately, the Sith Lord had never been overly concerned about fairness when it came to matters of life and death; he would much rather be alive than honourable.

Responding to Ingrid's message with projected intent and the further acceleration of the lightsaber, he was confident...

... too confident, it seemed, as the Echani neatly bypassed the weapon, forcing him to deactivate it lest it hit his companion.

Taking advantage of his distraction, she closed the distance with frightening speed, swinging away with another blade and finding it countered by yet another barrier of energy. He did not need a lightsaber to block a lightsaber... but clearly he needed a tactical lesson or two, given that he never saw her true intent coming, never anticipated that his legs would suddenly be pushed out from under him.

"Chit!"

Crying out in surprise, he curled his right hand towards the Echani above him, projecting a beam of entropy made manifest even as his left was held back in defence, energies gathered to compensate for his rather unfortunate position. Doubly unfortunate, given the unstable nature of the earth beneath. Suddenly, Prazutis' feat seemed less intriguing and more worrying.

He could only hope it wouldn't collapse from under him until he could get to his feet... and that the Echani wouldn't breach his guard.

 

[Darth Ledgermayne]

Location: The netherworld?
Tags: Tace Kurze

Crash and burn. It pleased me greatly to see my powers work to such desired effects. The mandalorian Warchief Waddles was for better use of words "grounded" and now a trail of might could begin or so I believed. It was to my surprise the series of events that unfolded next...

The rippling thrash of ultrasonic sound waves was expelled out of the barrel of the warriors weapon. It left Darth Ledgermayne wide eyed in awe, for rarely did his foes think to use such a tool against him. If it had not been for the pillar of earth that arose in front of him to first soften the blow. He feared he might ended up like the pillar that he summoned. Fractured and fissured. The lefts overs of the sound waves rattled the crystalline outer layer of armor he forged for himself so long ago. Chipped away by pressure and concussion itself. The outer lining of his crystal body visibly cracked and weakened by the blow.

This was from an adjacent shot after it hit my earth shaped shield? How crude.

It was from this point that reality itself phased in and out of conceived perception. An enigma had arrived to decimate the city. This much as apparent. Yet still the next future moments gripped the mental. Ripped out of reality and placed into another by force. The sensation was strange to the sith lord. He knew and had experienced the feeling through the memories of another but never for himself. And the source of all this cosmic change was by the hands of one he knew. The gluttonous monster Darth Voracitos . A puppeteer. How kind of the monster to remove his fellow sith ally out danger away from the destruction of the city.

Or did he?

The familiar blurb of feels riddled the gutretees mind. Danger. Once more his ruby red eyed shifted to the mandalorian but it seemed he was tied up with something else to fight now? Where else then? What else? The right. With a snap-hiss Ledgermaynes crimson lightsaber came to life as the heft of his figure pivoted to face the incoming barrage of laser cannon shots. The blade smacking and glancing the bolts back into the sky could of been likened unto thunder claps. A simple flurry from the wrist, enough to send three ship grade shots back into the air redirected toward Warchief Waddles and enough to dig the gutretee sith lord back two meters in distance before ending his defensive flurry by turning his back on incoming fire.

The crater that was left was deep in the new estranged earth. Explosions from the barrage of fire had carved it well, leaving naught but charred remains and ash behind. It was from this ash and smoke that a red luminescent glow began to refract light back to the adjacent area. From a kneeled position Ledgermayne arose steaming, left side of his outer armored shell crumbling to the floor. Lightning crackled over his backside briefly in the shape of a shield before vanishing into his body and back into an sith amulet embedded in his chest.

" Mouldy welps." he hissed standing to his feet.

~" How quaint that you would remove us all from harms way, Johnathon."~ His thoughts shot into the siths mental before speaking aloud. His scarcasm was almost palpable.

" Impudence .Your hunger knows no end, but.. This morsel is mine Voracitos!" Ledgermaynes words echoed cold and collected but inside his spirit was as fire to behold. His anger burned like his now mishapen body and he wanted blood. None of the damage inflicted on him was necessary nor warranted in Ledermaynes mind. It could of been dealt with is more effecctive ways and the fact that he was interrupted by the likes of another sith, was a sleight.

A dagger of a finger pointed toward the mandalorian that fired apon him and then red eyes fell apon the pillar of knowledge accusingly. This day he would not settle for sloppy seconds or husked beskar armor.