The Magnificent Probably More than Seven [Primeval Invasion of Mandalorian Wayland]

[Mard Szaks]

Objective: A - Destroy the generator
Location: At the hangar gates
Allies: The Primeval | @[member=Anja Aj'Rou] @[member=Keira Ticon] @[member=Boo Chiyo] @[member=The Dark Man] @[member=Ue-‘Kuo-‘Koe’c’cu-Eou] @[member=Zambrano the Hutt]
Enemies: The Mandalorians | @[member=Olivia Dem'adas] @[member=Draco Vereen] @[member=Arrbi Betna] [member="Anyone Else"] at A
Gear: LL-Interchangeable Weapons System | Advanced Agent Tactical Armour | BTI-WB "Woebringer" Heavy Blaster Pistol | 4 EMP Grenades | Vibroblade

NPC Unit: Primeval Golden Banner 5th

Spoiler

Unit:Primeval Golden Banner 5th
Strength: 120 troops + 20 1 MIFV
Objective: The Siege of Fort Monroe
Location: At the hangar gates
Controller: Mard Szaks

"Are you all that's left?"

The Host Lord was hanging off the side of his MIFV. Right next to him. This would be a story to tell in the future, if he had any future left.

"Aye, my command got mostly wiped by the artillery. Then that napalm finished us off."

But he had to focus, if any of them were to survive the assault. The tanks had apparently at least been hit by his missiles, since they retreated a bit. That was all he could ascertain of the situation before the curvature of the road put their target - the military building - square between them and the tanks.

Already back at full speed, Mard was concentrating on holding onto the vehicle, while watching out for the flames on the back. He didn't want any of the hellish substance getting on him, if he could avoid it.

They were half-way from the gate to the hangar surrounded by flames, when a thought occurred to him. They would guard the entrance. And in their current state, they would be slaughtered if they just went in the front. There had to be another way...

"Fire on the wall to the left of the gate! On one position only!"

As they arrived at the gate, Mard saw a sizeable chunk knocked out of the wall. The rods inside were spaced far enough apart for him to squeeze through, as he noticed while jumping off the rapidly slowing vehicle - which was still shooting the wall, making the hole bigger.

"Your Worship, please, we need to get inside the building!"

He felt surprisingly uncomfortable at addressing the Host Lord directly, but it could not be helped. They had to get inside quickly, out of sight.

 

[Boethiah]

Location: At the gates.
Objective: A -- Find the generator.
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="The Dark Man"] | [member="Mard Szaks"] | [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"] | [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] | [member="Cadan Tazi"] | [member="Alkah'Kahtel"]
Enemies: [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Rhodessa"]
Gear: Armour | Amphistaff

She didn't expect many survivors, it was a suicidal attack from start-to-finish and many would lie dead. Yet that didn't mean they'd be defeated, not yet, there was no amount of death that could deteriorate the morale of The Primeval. This galaxy was worth nothing to them -- no amount of loss, no amount of wealth, nothing could hold them to it. If they would die then they would die, if they would live then they'd do that just the same. Victory or defeat; meaningless words. This was not a war for Anja Aj'Rou, it was a step forward and her March would not end. If she could not walk then she'd crawl, if she couldn't crawl then she'd drag her dying body as far as she could.

"Then allow us to make use of their sacrifices." Her voice was drowned out by the wind but perhaps just loud enough for him to hear. The orders were given for the vehicle to fire on the wall, she observed the tactical intelligence of Mard closely, sizing him up and judging his place in their future.

Her attention was quickly brought to the results of his commands, it wasn't much and it surely wouldn't be what they were looking for but it was something. The MIFV slowed down enough for her to run with him side-by-side. Her armour was significantly lighter than it looked and showed the agile prowess of the Host Lord, her true strength on the field. Before she could even glance back she heard the sound of a large projectile hurtling towards Boo's convoy behind them.

Making her way through the gap she reached back with a hand, offering to help pull the slightly slower Mard inside.

 

[Auswyn Nothrael]

Location: Wayland; Jungles
Objective: B
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Gut Wound; Unconsciousness
Gear: Two well-blooded daggers (one stuck in the ground, after being dropped), one lightsaber (stolen by [member="Garrus Garon"]).

She didn't know what to expect, coming into this; she'd had no expectations at all and given that, she had done well for herself. Were the wounds she suffered a worthy cost for her accomplishments? In the light of how little power she had attained, the wounds were a necessity to have accomplished anything at all, considering the severe disadvantage she had been working from. When her attacker loomed over her and taunted with what course the shotgun wounds could take, all she could do was laugh - a small blip of an interruption in her delirious prayers to a god she was no longer certain existed yet clung to as if he were her only buoy in this sea.

A sharp impact with her skull was the next interruption to her murmurings, causing the struggle to remain conscious to become a futile one. She was slipping, hard and fast, and the last thing recorded to her memory, the very last thing was a thing that would alter her objectives in the coming weeks, months, and years: she felt the tug; the fether had taken her lightsaber, the only remaining item that connected her to her once master and lover. As she slipped from the land of wakefulness, wild anger surged, a face was etched hard into her psyche, and she petered out. Her senses stopped recording. Given time, that could be permanent. Death could set in.

Unless...

~End of invasion participation - Character has blacked out~​

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Jungle
Objective B
Enemies: [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Garrus Garon"]
Allies: [member="Damien Daemon"]

As it happens, a being with eight eyes is not easy to sneak up on.

Rockets hissed through the air, filled with the promise of oblivion. But Bal'gul had already visited, once. He had no intention of going back.

The humming energy of the Force surrounded the Iyra. Drawing upon its vibrant power, he infused his limbs with strength and leaped sideways in another spider-like hop that carried him directly behind a Fijisi tree. Bal'gul flattened his body as best as he could, which was a fairly considerable amount owing to lack of significant bone structure.

Then the jungle exploded for the second time that day.

Successive blasts rippled through the undergrowth, but Bal'gul only heard the first before his sensory organs began to buzz and his head spun with disorientation. Shrapnel sprayed hot shards of metal, shredding plants, tearing into bark and leaving a swathe of devastation.

Bal'gul felt a sharp pain, then a flowing warmth along one side. The grenades had fragmented up and outwards. With Bal'gul not only hunkered down behind a tree but also laying as flat as possible, he'd been shielded from the majority of the damage.

His sensory orientation had yet to return. Moving now would be a very laudable suicide attempt. Death-by-Mandalorian. Blasters, flamethrowers, grenade launchers. The list really did go on.

Instead, Bal'gul deactivated his lightsabers, and squirmed down until he was lost in the morass of overgrown flora. The Mandalorian would have a relative idea of where Bal'gul was, since he'd undoubtedly witnessed the side hop. But knowing the general vicinity and pinpointing the exact location of a slime-green tentacle monster in the midst of a very floridly green jungle were two entirely different affairs.

 

[Cordelia deWinter]

Location: The Jungle.
Objective: A
Allies: None
Enemies: @Draco Vereen

Cordelia would observe in her mind's eye with a stoic expression. Lavender eyes would thin into a tiny circlet as her pupils would enlarge behind the thin skin of alabaster lids. So it was a woman that he bore as his sin. His failure.

Curious.

A mental tick, would sweep the golden dry lands that he sat upon, a mental shift that would bring about an expansion of the scene he had painted for himself.

A Corellian Hell was it?

Then she would paint it so.

Corellia had seen its share of the Nine Hells come to life during the Event that would birth the demons of another Universe and send trillions to the Netherworld. A howling wind would tear upon the Mandalorian, and eerie howl that would cut to the bone. In the distance, like a living thing in agony, the mass of clashing Mandalorians and Primevals writhed and twisted, their even lines having dissolved into the fury of battle. Battle cries and screams of the injured and dying would fill the air, accompanied by the crash and echo of saber against beskar. Bitter smoke from the naplam would sweep over the scent of blood and seared flesh that now splashed under the feet of those who remained standing, fighting.

Meanwhile, Cordelia would continue to manipulate the sands of the hourglass within Draco's mind, and that time had run out. A keening sound would appear at the uppermost range of Draco's hearing, slowly moving down the scale. The earth cracked under him, dry and parched as the apocalyptic remains where Corellia now stood, an amalgam of two different planets.

And from that mist, Cordelia would reach out to Draco through the Force, Chiasa's own aura, hot desert winds tinted with humour and blood brushed against his mind, not taking anything, only communicating.

Bright yellow eyes would flash into his mind.

I want to know about what you want, what you need, and who you are.

Lies. The word would echo.

I have everything I ever wanted right now.

Cui ogir’olar, all lies.

I will be with you

You lied. And with my death, Viyi'ee, is all your lies ever wrought.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: The Jungle
Objective: A
Allies: None
Enemies: [member="Cordelia deWinter"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7szXET41U0​

Desert became hellscape, land became fissures, sky became fractured and filled with fire and lightning, tearing the sky asunder. The scene pulsed with sorrow and loss. Hearing her voice again, it was soothing, calming, I would have given anything for it once. But her words they cut through me like a knife. Pain and suffering pulled at me, tears welled up in my eyes and I reached for the voice, "Mesh'ika" I cried. "I spoke the truth, from the deepest recesses of my heart I loved you. I still do. I always will." Pain wracked my voice causing them to be choked out, half through sobs.

"You are my everything. The only reason I have to go on living is your memory." I was practically begging now. Anything, even just hearing her voice, seeing her eyes peer at me through the veil, my heart did not want that to end. Not now. Not Ever. I was not ready to cross over yet. There were questions that needed answers, people who needed to answer for their crimes, friends that needed me just as much as I needed her now. "I will join you, Mesh'ika, I will join you in the stars again. We will be together again when I am done." My voice became softer. I spoke from the heart, I was honest, as I had always been. She was gone and it was my fault, but nothing I had said had been a lie.

I stood, attempting to console her, "I will be with you again soon, and we will be together for the rest of eterntity." In our short time together she had never doubted me, we had always been honest with each other, and we had never argued. But something was off. I could not place it, but it was there. Her being upset, understandable, she was my fire and sometimes fire burnt you. It was one of the many things I had fallen in love with.

 

[Kurt Meyer]

Location: B, Jungles
Allies: Primeval, Laguz Vald (On Communicator)
Enemies: [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Gear: Signature

The woman would find that the blade she was reaching for was firmly attached to the gauntlet of his armor, there was no removing it, there was no dislodging it, and when she reached for it Kiran could only grin.

The blade removed itself from her shoulder, and instead moved towards her outstretched palm. The sharp blade sought to slice into her palm, cut away at the muscles, ligaments, and tendons to render the hand completely useless.

At the same time he felt plants wrap around his ankles, sliding across his legs and tighten.

A curse escaped his lips as the pressure built on his feet, but Kiran slammed his elbow towards her face in hope to end this once and for all.

 

[Matreya]

Objective: Defeat the Mandalorians in the Jungle
Location: Jungle
Allies: Primeval | [member="Bal'gul"]
Enemies: Mandalorians | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Garrus Garon"]
Gear: Tantibus | Kalligs Scorching Saber | Sith Beskar'gam | 3 Betty Blasters | 12 Ammo Packs | 1 Bodo Bass Gun belt stocked with Traditional, Incindiary and Cryogenic Grenades

Suddenly, despite his planning, Damien found himself slammed repeatedly - the full auto fire had enough time to propel several shots into his chest. If not for the Beskar inter-woven in the plating along his torso, the blows likely would have pierced with how many struck. But they did not; in place of utter destruction of his armor, he faced denting, and severe burns from the heated metal.

But he had felt the very epitome of burning. This was nothing.Besides pushing him closer to the dark side, the attack also did one other thing: it occupied Muad's free arm. So when the blow did not meet the block, and Damien's body continued its fall which ended in a low crouch, he knew he would surprise his opponent.

Deactivating his saber, he began fueling his limbs to super enhanced speeds - speed being the physical attribute he had utilized during his days as a Non-Force User, and having only gotten better after being placed into the body he possesed. Drawing his hand around the block, he lunged his hand forward towards the mans unguarded chest; he then activated his saber once more, with little to no distance to dodge.

Followed swiftly by a drawn Betty blaster, courtesy of his company J.A.C, he did minimal movement - simply leveling the gun as close to center chest as he could. Finally, in quick succession all three of the supercharged rounds were loosed.

Mentalism had not worked, and he not not felt that attempting Torture by Chagrin was worthy of such a fight. So he was left with his next best abilities: his martial skill. Trakata was his most known, as it did as seen, allowed for feints as well as combination attacks.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Objective: Destroy the main shield generators.
Location: Gaining entrances to the cerkeldab class heavy outpost.
Allies: The Primeval
Enemies: Mandalorians
Gear: Cybernetics and Gear
Post: Two


"Al, Cadan. Have my back I’m going in.” he addressed [member="Cadan Tazi"] and [member="Alkah'Kahtel"], the squeak and mechanical groan of the upper forearm to the tips of the finger’s as he adjust his coat. The band’s of steel that form the crescent badges shimmer with dull light. “And-” he said withdrawing a light-sabre, fluorescent and form and pushing shadows to the side as he applied it to the wall.

He began to draw a crude circle, round in form and features, he had no skill with the precise weapon but stabbing a wall and moving ones arm clockwise did not elude him. “Cadan, set the charges.” moving back the sharp specular nails of his pronged feet drawing neat lines in the dirt.

Taking a step back and allowing the wall to fall and reveal the metal beneath, with a metallic chuckle emitting his android head, he spoke up. “Cadan, plant the explosives, make it rubble.” he would then take steps backward.

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Objective: Destroy Shield Generators.
Location: Gaining Entrance To The Cerkeldab Class Heavy Outpost.
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: Mando's
Post Count: 2

As Flannigan order Cadan to keep guard he flicked up his weapon and began to scan the area all around them. "All good boss." He said as he was looking around.

As the second order came through Cadan nodded. He thought it best to get inside ASAP consider the fire spreading in the forests, and the in coming fighters. He threw his weapon back around his back and pulled out a charge. He then very carefully placed the charge against the door, somewhat in the center of the circle. "Timer or no?" Cadan asked the question more so to himself. "No timer." Cadan's answer to his own question seemed to be acceptable.

Once the charge was set Cadan would step back and looked to the group and give a small nod. "Better get back." Once the group was backed away enough, Cadan would send Jasper up with a stick. The monkey lizard would proceed to press the detonation button with the stick and sprint back to Cadan.

As the creature pressed down on the button with the stick the thermal detonator exploded. The explosion tore the door apart sending shrapnel both inside and outside of the door. The explosion left a semi-neat circle whole in the door.

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Alkah'Kahtel"]

 

[Raiz]

Objective:​

Destroy the main shield generators​

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Location:​

Gaining entrance to the cerkeldab class heavy outpost.​

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Allies:​

The Primeval​

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Enemies:​

Mandalorians​

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Gear:​

Here​

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Post:​

Two​

~​

With [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]'s order the giant would keep his weapons in hands to assist [member="Cadan Tazi"] with defending their leader. As the android finished his way with outlining the circle with deep gashes with his light-saber, Cadan was immediately ready for the explosives.

It only seemed to take him a moment or two to fix up the explosives to the outline, the giant frowned a moment behind his helmet as he began speaking to himself but shook it off once he was advised to step aside for the explosion.

As the monkey lizard made its way to the detonator, Alkah'Kahtel put both weapons into their holsters and readied himself for his task in this part of the objective. Immediately after the explosion, the Gen'Dai charged his way towards the remaining of what was creating.

Shrapnel ricocheting off of his armour, with some piercing through the weak points and large pipes of metal ripping into his body, creating large gashes and impaling the large Gen’Dai. Though once close enough, Alkah’Kahtel puts his entire body weight into the barge.

With a loud rawr, he would break his way into the base and for the moment stand with debris littered around his body. Soon after, as the dust and debris settles, the extent of his damage would be seen with armour ripped and destroyed, shrapnel and metal pipes sticking out of his body.
For a moment things would be quiet, then immediately a large shake would take over his body and a stream of anger would take over the Gen’Dai.

 

[Armand Temi]

[SIZE=9pt]Objective: B [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Location: The jungle[/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Allies: None [/SIZE]
[SIZE=9pt]Enemies:[/SIZE] [member="Strider Garon"]
[SIZE=9pt]Gear: Chain-sickle, Primeval Advanced Agent Tactical Armor, Lightsaber[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt][youtube][/SIZE]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jMMkP_ofpXg&ab_channel=YeahYeahYeahsVEVO[/youtube]​

[SIZE=9pt]The chain-sickle hit her intended target with all of the strength Perla could muster. She watched him lose his balance and then the barbs of the whip stuck into his arm. Before she could pull it back, she was suddenly flying towards him as he yanked her towards him like a terrifying game of Tug-of -War.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]She couldn't fight gravity and crashed into him face and arms first. The head butt to his chest piece caused her quite a knock on the head, but she managed to roll like a fish on a line and his blade came down through one Perla's arms which still held onto the handle of the chain-sickle. The cut was enough to tear through her armor and into her muscle, close to the bone. If she didn't get help for it and continued to damage it, it would be beyond repair and faced amputation. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]As her rancor did before her, the spellweaver howled in pain and let go with both her hands, crashing to the ground under him. Immediately she clawed at the ground with her undamaged limb, her hand digging in the dirt, scratching and clawing, along with her long legs to push away from him to scramble out of his reach. This maneuver required all her effort as she was in agony from the earlier fall, the collision with the Mando's armor and the lower arm wound.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=9pt]The chain-sickle hung down from his cybernetic arm as Perla was no longer holding it. [/SIZE]

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: B, Jungles[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Kiber Dorn"] | [member="Perla Pirjo"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Old enemies: [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Kezeroth the Malevolent"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Gear: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Hydrastaff[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, about it yo.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]The rages and chaos of the battlefield were no joke.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]This was a truth that Vheissu Ireles knew intimately, but it took a warrior’s heart to split the chaos from the idiocy and see through to the matters that really mattered. For instance, the fact that he was just about to be press-ganged into two individual bear-hugs.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But such was the way of things and Ireles was no complainer of fate.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]As swift as the river flow from the mountains above.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And the Elementalist used those elements to speed up his pace, avoiding a collusion with both the entities that had been harassing him, fire leaped from his hands onto the Detta Brother and the Red Colossus, but in vain because the former’s form seemed to fade away while the later?[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A different song caught his attention and Kezeroth utilized great and mighty leaps to leave the battlefield this time around.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Such was the way of things, the Gods had foreseen it and made a path for Vheissu known. The battle had started with his own apprentice and the Witch Warrior Pirjo, then he had diverted himself to other bounds of battle.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Irony in spades, an eternal cycle waiting to return.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Vheissu’s steps took him back to the sight of Perla Pirjo and her opponent, an older warrior. The Force Master saw the action, her form making distance between herself and the Mandalorian Warrior - Vheissu Ireles could only act in the only way he knew how.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Utilizing the spirits of the earth, his body, arms and legs made the articulate, arcane forms of the Shapers, earth trembling before half a dozen fist-sized rocks would separate themselves from the ground and be sent flying off… towards the back of one Strider Garon.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]((Detta is on a LOA and Kezeroth is retreating to objective A, so I am moving on to a new opponent that was nearby.))[/SIZE]

 

[Rhodessa]

Objective: Defend the Base
Location: Fort Monroe;
Allies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"][member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] [member="Taryc Ap'Irae"][member="Cadan Tazi"][member="Flannigan Mcnash"][member="Alkah'Kahtel"]

Gear: rail gun, Hyperion combat armour
Vehicle: Beskad Starfighter

Unit: Bes'uliike Traat'aliite
Strength: (12x Bes'uliik Starfighters)
Objective: Defending Fort Monroe
Location: In the Air sitting pretty compared to mud slings on the ground
Controller: Rhodessa

They finally reached the point, they could do a diving strafing run at the would be saboteurs. The formation was close nit, so the would be no stray fire hitting the rest of the base. As they dived down in sequence formation, to take down the last few people on the ground. After this it would return high up again and see if they can find a new target, but for know the squadron commander was doing anything, to stop command trying blame him for the napalm hit. After all they hit the target position they were given to hit. They did a bloody good of it as well, shame the position was wrong. They also did not want to go back to hanger, as she was sure there would be an angry reception for them there. This was the first time she knew the cantina was off limits to them, well till heat died down anyway.

Then all sudden they dived in a formation, and as they went to almost vertical dive position they opened up on the enemy. Each took in turns to try and sweep the enemy up, in the twin repeating mass cannons. Each dive was short but sweet one almost on top of them before leveling and gaining height again. They did not need to go really low down, as they could get fix on them at two thousand meters. This coupled with anything missing, they still have contend with ground rocks be sprayed at them as they came back in air after being struck.......

 

[Vuhan Chen]

Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Primeval [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Vheissu Ireles"]
Gear:

Spoiler

Conner Load-out
Armor
Weapons
Viccae Assault Rifle
Melee
Pistols
Tools
Ysalamari

Somewhere in the thick of battle Conner had lost his opponent, this wasn't completely uncommon what with force gods destroying the forest and blaster fire going off in every which direction. So Conner would let the woman who could pull trees out of the ground go, besides who would want to fight the small fish in the pond when you could have the big one. So after losing her Conner circled his way back to his father and found that he was going pretty hard with the witch, and not in the fun way.

He also noticed another sith getting ready to bury his father in rocks, that wasn't a good thing at all. He still needed his father, so he had to save his ass for a second time today. Tracking motion on the his HUD the two Mando's systems were linked and Strider would be getting an alert that there was incoming and where along with a vocal warning from Conner.

"Rocks on your six! Engaging target!" Conner said as he gripped at his freshly loaded Viccae Assault rifle.

Bringing up the Vong rifle he aimed it at the Sith Lord and with expert handling manipulated the rifle to quickly snap up and squeeze a few rounds off. Sending three force dead blast bugs at the barbarian of a man Conner knew this wasn't going to take him down, that would just be too easy. So once that was done the man began to push forward with his rifle switched to semi automatic.

With a good seventeen rounds left at around thirty meters he began to pour force dead explosive beetles on the sith as he pressed forward giving off suppressing fire. The idea was to force the sith Into cover or blow him up, once that was accomplished he would try and move in with the beskad and finish him off if there was anything left.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandolorians [member="Conner Garon"]
Enemies: [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Vheissu Ireles"]
Gear: Link is in my sig for the rest of my gear. Just to clarify though my jetpack has been replaced with ysalamiri nutrient frame

Thee was no other sound like the sound of meat being cut into with a blade and such a sound was music to the Mandalorian's ears for his crude machete had struck true. Along with her deep cut she was knocked silly after headbutting his beskar clad chest. The witch was in rough condition and she knew it for all she could do was squirm and scramble defensively while the butcher was baring upon her for the coup de grace. This duel was coming to a close and this young beautiful woman before the old hound was about to be extinguished from existence. Such a waste, thought Strider as he moved in, his blade ready to deal the blow to end it all.

Conner then sent a alert that quickly got Strider's attention as small projectiles were imbound and an alarming rate. All the old man could do was tuck in roll roll off to the right side, abandoning the girl from his would be lethal strike to save his own life. Though he had the Ysalamirir as protection against the force he does not stop objects outside the ten meter radius from collecting enough momentum to be extremely deadly. If even just one of those rocks hit the old man square on, it would of been game over.

"Frak!' The old man hissed as he completed the lucky roll and stumbled to his feet. his malfunctioning left leg slowing his progress and the chain sickle still attatched to his left arm adding more to the mobility issues. Strider would begin to swing his left arm around, drawing the chain to wrap around his arm further an tightening up on the slack so it would not cause further issues of entanglement. This was happening at the same time as Strider would tuck his machete away into his belt while drawing the EE-3 carbine with his right hand and began to open fire upon the fleeing witch while chasing after her. He wasn't going to let the girl escape him now. This fight was not done, though the greater threat was the mighty Sith Lord behind him, he would have to trust that his son was able to deal with him on his own.

Strider's rush was wobbly and offsided due to his cybernetic leg being damaged, but he was still making the effort to keep up with the witch while at the same time sending bolts of lasers after her with the carbine.

 

[Ka-Aver]

Objective: A - holding the paremeter outside the fort.

Location: Outside the fort
Allies: The Primevil, [member="Alkah'Kahtel"] [member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Enemies: Mandalorians @olivia demadas ?
Gear: Blaster, double bladed vibro glaive. Seated at a turret inside a Multipurpose Infantry Fighting Vehicles


Unit: Golden Banner

Strength: Full - 20 [/FONThttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/55207-primeval-mifv/]MIFV + 120 infantry
Objective: Causing trouble forany mando reinforcement trying to reach the fort
Location: Outside the fort, fort paremeter.
Controller: Ka-Aver
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The armored vehicles flew forth in full speed, dust and dirt revealing their prescence to most. Driving like mad to reach their objective in time the convoy held a single column to avoid getting to spread out. In the second vehicle Ka-Aver sat in the turret, strapped with the command com of the unit.

"Blazted hellz!" he roared and cursed as he tried to get bearing of the enemy ahead ahead. Just as they exited from the tree line he saw how [member="Rhodessa"] and her squadroon swooped down unloading its deadly cargo.

"Blazted hellz" he repeated. "They gotz the airz!"

The convoy continued at full speed out onto the wide field seperating the treeline from the fort. Huge flames lit up the sky and Ka-Aver had to give it a second, just to grasp what must have happened here. At that time he noticed [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] and her tanks.

"Crapz! Heavy armor ahead! Fan out and open fire!" Ka-Aver realised his MIFVs did probably not have the fire power of heavy tanks, but they held a few cards that might turn the table.

Surprise, the fact that some of the tank crews had exited their vehicles, speed and numbers.

The column quickly fanned out into a broad line with its 20 vehicles continuing forward. At each ditch they passed one or two vehicles slowed down enough to have its infantry unit exit, then picking up speed right away. Firing under movement the MIFV concentrated on tanks parked with its rear toward the forestline and any of their crew visibly outside of their tanks. The infantry units would be following the vehicles but mainly focus on firing at any hostiles outside of the tanks. If none existed once they would try to dig in and offer what support they could against the tanks.

"Commenze grappling maneuver!" Ka-Avers intent with the MIFVs was to surround the tanks, before they got regropued, inside a circle of devestating barrage of fire. That is, if they managed to cross the field in time.

 

[Laguz Vald]

Objective C
Location: Inside Mount Tanis
Allies: [member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"] | [member="Token Waters"]
Enemies: [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | [member="Verz Horak"]| [member="Briika Detta"]
Gear: TS-1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SLjuE3XN2NI​

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Xir line of work came with many perks and downsides — objectively, the latter probably outweighed the former — but Laguz loved it for all its faults. If nothing else, it had taught xem a myriad of skills throughout the years, and though xe could only claim expertise in a few fields, the shifter was certainly a Jack&Jill of many trades.

One of those was also slicing.

Even with xir borrowed organs and legs, the sniper had to take a break sometime, for the path to the bowels of Wayland was long and winding, and the air wasn't exacty fresh the deeper xe went. During one such pause, as the lean shifter was leaning against the rusty wall and gasping for breath, xir shoulder brushed against something. Curious and nosy as xe always was, Laguz turned around, xir eyes taking a moment to adjust at the low, blinking lights of a screen.

"Wha—" xe uttered, raising an eyebrow as xe leaned a bit closer, trying to discern the small writing on the terminal in front of xem.

"Ooooh…my," the shifter purred almost absently, a touch of the felacatian bleeding into xir voice as xe reached for xir trusty knife to pry the panel off the wall next to it. A miniature map was there for xir eyes to feast on, but that wasn't the only thing that had caught xir attention; no, the thing that had xem going full-on cat was the pair of blue dots on the far left of said map, slowly but surely moving ever downwards.

With a low hum, the shifter slipped xir malleable fingers behind the panel, pulling it easily off the wall. Xe wished, for a moment, that reception wasn't so choppy in what was sure to be the center of the planet by now, and that xe could reach [member="Kiran Vess"]. Still, it couldn't be helped, and Laguz had gotten much practice since first trying xir hand at the art of making technology do forbidden things.

After all, it was just a general principle applied to a certain specific.

In the end, the shi'ido found the system to be old and unmaintained, slipping inside with a combination of manual tricks involving wiring and some manipulation with xir knife, with a touch of tech savviness added in to seal the deal.

Grinning like the cat that just ate the canary, Laguz hopped away and down the stairs again, having caught his breath successfully while also making sure that their fine Mandalorian company would be left with plenty bonding time; their lifts, as they would soon find, would choose to protest mid-motion.

 

[Muad Dib]

Objective: 2/B
Location: Jungle
Allies: Mandalorians , [member="Garrus Garon"]
Enemies: Primeval , [member="Bal'gul"] , [member="Damien Daemon"]

He was beginning to laugh as his blaster bolts hit the descending man in the chest. He knew from experience that even with armor those hits would kick, bruising or possibly breaking bone if he was lucky. Of course in this battle Muad had not been too lucky. Left leg swiped and impaled by lightsabers, body sweaty and bruised, and psyche more then affected by mental assaults.

Now he was sure the tide was turning. Nothing like being wrong.

Muad held his saber up in a block prepared for the shock in his arm from colliding lightsabers. The rifle he angled as he saw the gun being drawn and aimed at his chest. The stock and barrel of the E-11 took the brunt of the three shots, shrapnel and excess energy washing lightly over his chest plate.

Then Daemos deactivated his lightsaber and passed under Muad's guard. Readjusting his own lightsaber with a mere twitch of his wrist aimed the tip of the glowing blue blade right for the unprotected arm pit where the articulated plates afforded little to no protection in the plan to let Daemos' own momentum skewer the knight.

Then Daemos ignited his lightsaber into Muad's chest. Beskar plating is great but unfortunately Muad was not wearing beskar'gam but night ops armor. A twitch was all the armor did against the burning blade as it seared into his body. Blood vessels exploded, left lung pierced, two ribs grazed, then the blade exited from his back plate.

Until now Muad had been operating with a code of conduct as befitting a warrior. But Muad was more then a warrior. He was a berserker. He was a force of nature. He was chaos. The darkness inside had been tempered but now a switch had been flipped. The man before Daemos was gone. The Mad Knight was home now. And the mad knight cared little for surviving as long as destruction was his shroud, death was his eulogy, and he shared his tomb with his enemies.

Mouth opened and left hand clenched and opened palm toward Daemos' chest. In the force Muad pulled at the force absorbing the energy from the lightsaber and it's blade. The blade flickered from existence disappearing with a wink and without an utter of resistance. Whether the lightsabers power cell had been drained was not known, only that it had deactivated from his chest.

With the added siphoned energy, the force flowing through him, and the pain, agony, and rage pouring from his soul he opened his mouth in a force scream that tore from his throat, a tidal wave of the force. Simultaneous the blue with runes on his left forearm and hand turned red, as did his glowing blue eyes gleaming to a crimson blood red. Force destruction flowed from his palm directly at Daemos' own chestplate in a fury of energy not to be denied.

 

[Garrus Garon]

Location: Wayland, Jungles
Objective B (Playing the Big Game Hunter)
Enemies: [member="Bal'gul"] (Primary), [member="Damien Daemon"] (Secondary. Aware of but not engaging)
Allies: [member="Muad Dib"]

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...the tentacle monster leapt, clearly, in the direction of a tree and assorted brush after Garrus had fired the successive grenades towards it. Whether or not any significant damage was done remained unknown. At this point the Warrior was satisfied to know that he likely had the attention of the creature which ensured that Bal'gul would likely change his focus towards him. Exactly what he wanted. Once the grenades had detonated and the debris had cleared Garrus was very much aware that the tentacled mass had went into hiding and knowing his general vicinity Garrus decided he would not take the bait. Instead Garrus took the time he needed to rearm himself...

...the Micro Grenade Launcher had spent its payload firing those three fragmentation grenades which meant that Garrus needed to reload it. A distinct -pop- would be heard when Garrus opened the Grenade Launcher and removed the casing for the four grenades that had originally been loaded into the launcher. Dropping them onto the ground the Mandalorian took four more and loaded them into the launcher. Keep in mind these weren't standard grenades as most weren't when designed to be fired out of a launcher. Once he'd loaded the launcher again he'd have clicked it back closed and prepared himself. The Vornskr Shotgun, which he would have needed to shoulder so that he could load the Micro Grenade Launcher, would have slid back into the capable hold of his right hand...

...during this time it might have seemed as though Garrus had left himself open however he could maintain a moderate scan of the surrounding area while reloading his weapon and he was secure in the knowledge that the tentacled monster would need to come out of hiding and make ground on him before it could attack. No easy feat to perform with any amount of stealth at this point...

...Garrus didn't move, didn't advance, instead he knelt down taking his right knee and adjusted his advanced optics to sweep from an ultraviolet spectrum to an infrared one, surprisingly useful despite the heat of the jungle, while he waited....​