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

Location: B, Jungles
Allies: [member="Vheissu Ireles"]
Enemies: Amusing yet thinly veiled passive aggressive insult, oh and Mandalorians
Equipment: Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, amphistaff, a fanny pack of plasma grenades

Let's get down to business.

Despite a childhood spent in serious study, Kiber Dorn wasn't much for the history or culture of the Mandalorians. The first image that came to his mind was guys on the holonet that talked about lifting at the gym (skipped leg day though) and how great bacon was. As if anybody doubted the greatness of bacon in the first place! I mean, he'd been to the oft destroyed, oft rebuilt Dex's Diner, the restaurant of historic legend and he'd had the tailring bacon there and yeah, it was off the chain, but y'know, we get it, get off the holonet about it.

They were burly men who lifted, with beards who liked to perhaps rub beards together in their spare time when in fact beards were a crutch for the insecure, a kind of make-up for men to hide pouting feminine lips, double chins and weak jawlines.

Or maybe Kiber was jealous because his beard growing skills were null. Either or.

The skinny man grimaced, the vonduun crab armour that he had practically been forced into was nipping at his nipples. Who wore this? Who would wear something designed for pain. Those Sith masochists really needed to work on their pleasant design aesthetic. How about armour with a velvet interior, that could be worn without underwear. What a smooth sensation that would be.

He stood awkwardly behind a man on his side, another beard wearing burly dude who he probably wasn't going to make eye contact with, in the fear that he might have made him lift something. The amphistaff in his grip seemed fairly dazed, having been present in the cloud of narcotic-related smoke that Kiber had been engulfed in not so long before this occasion.

What? Go to war sober? Get outta here!
 
Location: Jungle, Wayland
Objective B
Enemies: [member="Auswyn Nothrael"]
Allies Mandalorians:
Equipment: See initial post, page 1
...holding her aloft by the throat Garrus was momentarily struck the mental caress that Auswyn stroked his own consciousness with. The Warrior seemed to stumble, his grip may have loosened enough to allow her to suck in a breath but then he would recover as the -memories- she shared with him started to flood his mind. One memory, two, however many. The man whose mind Auswyn was touching was an alcoholic, his mind was almost constantly dulled to block out the horrors of his own existence, he was also an insomniac that had trouble sleeping on the best of days. Not just because of the atrocities he had committed but because of what he had went through. Did Garrus ever had his neck ripped out? No but he had been shot, stabbed, bludgeoned, burnt and a few other less than savory things which meant he had seen his fair share of horrors. Now smelling your own skin as it burnt, hearing it crackle and pop, feeling it slowly corrode and retreat. Now that was a horror...

...Auswyn had one chance when her knife came up, maybe it wasn't even a chance at all. If she intended to stab him she failed. If she intended to prompt him into brutalizing her she may have succeeded. The Knife Auswyn held came up towards the underside of Garrus chin, beskar there, then chose a softer spot at the start of his neck where the armor was softer. Smart but she would still need to chew through a bit of obstruction before she sunk deep into the meat of his neck. The Mandalorian meanwhile, maybe spurned on by her or maybe by his own buried burdens and horror, would react with an extreme and barbaric prejudice...

...her hand splayed across his helm, obstructing some of what the visor saw, the other held the knife which touched the soft piece of his armor. Using his left hand, which he'd held in reserve for just such an instance, Garrus would sweep it between them, upwards and out to catch Auswyn's arm on the inside and knock it away from his neck along with the knife she was holding. Adreneline flooded his limbs ensuring he moved faster than it might have been expected, he rolled his hand as he went to knock her arm away so that he could grab her wrist in the process...
"GET OUT OF MY MIND!!!"...the howl sounded more beast than man, beneath the cover of his helm the mans spittle covered his visor and then he struck...

...harder, she wanted harder? When Garrus tensed his right hand, wrapped around her throat it was like a vice. In one instant she could suck in a labored breath and in the next nothing. Abnormal amounts of strength would ensure her windpipe started to close in on itself robbing her of any semblance of breath. The Warrior took a knee then but not a gentle knee, not one to dodge or deflect, he dropped to a knee while dropping his right arm down to literally slam Auswyn into the earth with every ounce of strength he had. The Impact would have been felt reverberating through her body, her organs would be able to feel it shaking them, yet even then his hand wouldn't have relaxed over her throat. Gripping at her wrist with his left hand he would have wrenched it with the sole intention of shattering it into countless pieces beneath the skin and rendering it useless....

....
"HARDER!!! YOU WANT IT HARDER!!!!"....

...woe to thee who unleashed the war machine, Auswyn may have felt like her eyes were about to pop out of her skull considering the amount of pressure Garrus was applying to her throat...
 
Location: Wayland Jungles, Objective B ( Rumble in the Jungles )
Allies: Mandalorians ( Idk who is near me honestly )
Enemies: Primeval fanatics [member="Kiber Dorn"] ?
Objective: Show em who really rules the jungle.

Gear:
Dark-Devil Helm ( Head )
CEAS-Final Cybernetic Armor Suit ( Armor)
Mk.I Convergence Rifle ( in hands)
Bone Crusher ( Back )
Convergence Pistol Sidearm ( holstered on side)
Ray Shield Grenade x3
Bandoliers of Ammo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kr8-E8may2Y​

*Thump...Crack...Thump...Crack.* That was the lovely sound of a nice girthy and sharp cleated metal foot breaking whole branches that had fallen from above. If that was only the foot then what of the rest of this...Person? Well I honestly dont think person is the right word for him. How about Brute? Thats it! As the dim lighting in the Wayland jungles got slightly better one could see the owner of such a bruteish approach and walk. 8'8ft of armor wrapped with weapons and various ammo straps all around. Holding his Particle beam Rifle close the brute shrugged adjusting his sling of ammo and rifle. Two red glowing eyes faintly glew from the fierce bone helmets visage, Along also came a low growl of annoyance it was not as intense as the brutes gaze but warded off most creatures that glanced at the giant of armor.

Kezeroth had seen war after war after war. It was nothing new in his eyes and wouldn't be later after. Destruction was the goal and he would have it! It had been so long since the Gen'dai cut back and just went all out. His Force signature reflected this in every way, Wild, Raw and Bloodthirsty. Coming to a fallen tree Kezeroth slammed his foot on the trunk and briefly dropped his rifle from his grasp, only the weapons sling held it near the brutes body. Shaking his head and bringing back painful memories kept him on his guard and quick to react naturally. Raising his hands up and roaring the Gen'dai demanded a challenge worth his time.

After all he didn't karking come out here to hug trees. This was his jungle and here he was King Kong.

" Karking Wurms! Face me!"
 
The Admiralty
Codex Judge
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Location: B, Jungles[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Allies: [member="Kiber Dorn"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]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 powers of nature were strong here, they were [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]strange[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px] though. Mutated and hostile to any interaction made, as if the flora and fauna was tired of the meddling of mortals and was using every opportunity given to push back, and push back as hard as possible.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]This musing was interrupted when shouting was heard, Vheissu jerked his head up and stumbled back twice as a rain of gunfire hit against the carapace of his Vonduun. It hit his chest with the force of thunder and rain, trying to make him fall against the tides of the storm, but Vheissu Ireles was not so easily disturbed by the usage of modern firearms.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]He planted his feet deep in the earth of the mother, pushing away Kiber so he wouldn’t face the same fate as himself and then snarled.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]A rising of power, the creation of something new.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Be as swift as the wind.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]And as Nolan tried to faceplant the Master Shaper, Vheissu moved with the wind. Detta had a full motion going on with the thrust of the jetpack behind him, action breeded reaction and it would be difficult for him to change his momentum while still finishing his early trajectory.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]So anticipation turned into action at the exact moment that Detta hit the ground with his beskar-plated feet, Vheissu had moved, two side-steps giving him enough room to hit the Mandalorian brother hard in close-combat without having to take an armored foot into his mouth.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Fire lashed out from his hands in an attempt to engorge the Detta brother, an inferno of epic proportion designed exactly for one purpose. To scorch and boil his enemy within his protective suit of armor, there were ways… and there were ways.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But Vheissu would stay staunch, for the Gods had given him direction.[/SIZE]
 
Objective: B
Location: The jungle
Allies: [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Conner Garon"]
Gear: Chain-sickle, Primeval Advanced Agent Tactical Armor, Lightsaber,

It appeared as if Perla had buried the Mandalorian under a jumble of heavy tree trunks. He was most likely dead from a blow to the head or crushed by their pressing weight. Or dying perhaps.
She would inspect that damage later. Perla started to climb down the tree, but stopped when she heard two boulders crash into each other nearby. The perch she was on vibrated when the rocks hit the ground. But above the rocks, she spied the other Mando, flitting around gnat-like. Then he rocketed off and jumped through the trees like a Kowakian monkey-lizard. Eventually, he ended up directly in front of Jemmila Kyrgen, her Primeval ally.

Perla glanced down at Xana. The rancor's limbs moved occasionally and her massive chest heaved up and down with the labor of breathing, but she was not in the death throes yet. The Dathomir witch knew very well what death looked like for a rancor. Using their tight Force bond, she mentally whispered to her loyal mount to rise, appealing to the creature's baser instinct. The reptilian beasts were semi-sentient but right now, nothing else would make her fight. No promise of glory. Or praise from Perla. It would be one thing.

Get up, Xana. Get up and fight. You are hungry and there is food across the way. Just over there. Perla urged her to target the Mando who was still alive. I know you are in pain but by the Daughters of Allya, it will be over soon. So go feast on the heathen while you still can!

Hearing Perla's words in her mind, the bull rancor rolled over and crawled towards him, then gathering power from the promise of food, despite her pain, her wounds and broken body, she stood on both feet. She ran in a hobble but thumped towards him and jumped on top of the Mando, her giant open maw open to crush his head with her powerful jaws and pointed teeth. Her front arms would simultaneously reach out to envelope his body, to hold him steady, so she could swallow him whole.
 
Objective C
Location: Landing on the east side of Tantiss [MAP]
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


OOC: This objective has no PvP, so as Anija said; don't shoot.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TipM0RqX0QM


So having eyes, in the end, turned out to be quite enough. The Primeval were generally very open about their followers, clientele, friends, slaves, and all the rest, but in order to join the army one had to pass a few tests; one of those made sure that any and all who would wield a weapon in the name of the Gods didn't wield it in the wrong direction. Basic precautions; you understand.

In any case, missing the Harvester would be akin to overlooking Darth Vader in a throng of white-clad Stormtroopers. The towering structure of durasteel and circuitry was like a cybernetic implant for the planet itself, an foreign object amidst the mess of wild, verdant greenery and sprawling jungle. Crouching possesively atop the decapitated peak, the artificial giant was little more than a black silhouette against the slowly failing light.

Laguz, of course, was oblivious of the fantastic panorama, focused instead on getting them past the shield without losing their lives in the process. It would have been a daunting task, too, were it not for the courteous ping on their radar.

"Well, hello there," the shifter grinned, the needles in xir mouth glinting in the red shine of the displays as xe leaned over the pilot's shoulder. Bad for the mission overall, perhaps, but Laguz valued entertainment above all else, and an enemy translated directly into that in xir head.

"Take us closer," the sniper murmured to Adre Li Coel, stalking back to xir unlikely companions. They were a motley crew indeed, but they'd all come with diverse skillsets and backgrounds. That was just one of the many beauties of working for the Host Lord; you could count on the fact that no task would leave you at a loss, for the agents of [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] were always prepared for anything and everything life and its many twists and turns could throw at them.

All those poetic accolades aside, however, the team truly was shaping up to be quite capable, which was good when you were supposed to dive into a half-destroyed mountain in the middle of enemy territory with no map and a war going on. Good times.

Xir attention shifted again when xe heard a victorious chuckle from the cabin, whipping xir head around — quite literally — to check what had the pilot so triumphant. The source of Adre's satisfaction soon became apparent as they sped past the massive legs of the Harvester and into the shadow cast by its belly, still cloaked by the virtue of the shuttle's stealth generator.

It took some creativity and a good deal of maneuvering, but the pilot finally had them touch down on the east side of the ravaged surface, and then their arrival was announced by the hiss of the door. Laguz sniffled a bit, peering curiously out into the dusk, xir free hand surreptitiously feeling along xir midriff to feel for the knife xe always carried there, and then xe promptly stepped out onto the craggy, uneven surface of Tantiss.

"Be quiet, quick, and for kark's sake; Don't. Shoot." Laguz ordered the smorgasbord of people behind xem, praying to lost Gods that they wouldn't do something stupid.
 

Kurt Meyer

Let Me Push That Button
Location: B, Jungles
Allies: Primeval
Enemies: [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Gear: Annihilator, Signature

Jedi.

No. Not Jedi. One of those force using Mandalorians that were running around now. He had never encountered one before, though he had known they existed. The lightsaber was a dead giveaway. The plasma shots flew away from her, and he noticed the plants beginning to grow around him as he ran. He bit his lip, and suddenly dropped to the floor.

Kiran slid beneath the vines that had grown to ensnare him, his trigger finger squeezing once, then a second time to send red plasma spewing forth. The lightsaber blade like shots tore through and splashed upon the plant, burning it to cinders and dragging it away.

The smoke began to set, and Kiran slid forward from his earlier momentum.

His HUD flashed, detecting the womans heat signature. He slid further...until suddenly he struck something. A solid wall of something that had not been there earlier came crashing into his foot, stopping him dead in his tracks instead of running into the woman. “What the-”

At that exact moment a beep went off in his head, the automated call function kicking in to call [member="Laguz Vald"].
 
[SIZE=10.5pt]Objective:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] C[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Location: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt]Following [member="Laguz Vald"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Allies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Jun Nez"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Enemies: [/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt][member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | [member="Verz Horak"] | [member="Briika Detta"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.5pt]Gear:[/SIZE][SIZE=10.5pt] Sexy good looks, Sonomax Sonic Pistol, purple lightsaber, jungle variant of Armor[/SIZE]

Token was… not really ready. The Siren was still unsure how she was allowed to come on this trip, but it was a jungle and jungles were fun. And she had her sonic weaponry. So, it wasn’t like she’d hurt people. Just sort of… control the crowds? She could do that, let one of her compadres do the actual killing. Her team, they were something else. She wasn’t sure how to handle them all, especially not the leader.

The Witch checked her weaponry again, her lightsaber and her pistol. She wanted to make her own armor, but finding the proper metal that… sang to her? That just hadn’t happened yet. Some day, she figured.

She made sure her gear was set and was waiting for the door. When the shifter stepped out, the Witch heard them order one shooting. She could do that, do that real well. But if someone came at her? She would scream.

Oh, The Old Gods, could she scream.
 
Objective: A (Sorry about being late to the party)

Location: Approaching the Fort, also?
Allies: Primeval, [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], @Ue-'Kuo-'Koe'c'cu-Eou, [member="Boo Chiyo"], [member="The Dark Man"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Mard Szaks"], @anybody else I'm missing
Enemies: Mandalorians, [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Zathra Fett"], [member="Olivia Dem'adas"], @Arrbi Betna, @anybody else I'm missing
Gear: Hover Throne, Dalek Hands, Vaapad Familiar

Unit: Zambrano Terror Runners; A unit full of criminals, captives, and other slaves with the most basic armor, and dysfunctional vibroblades, each one rigged to run away from their Warlord Zambrano the Hutt into enemy lines no matter their level of exhaustion... and explode.

Strength: 150
Objective: A
Location: Approaching the fort or something
Controller: Zambrano the Hutt

A ghastly being hovered above the ground of Wayland, with over a hundred frightened beings held in cages, similarly being transported across the ground. They were treated as animals, nothing more than weapons, things. These were people, who once had lives, dreams even... and were instead now destined to die whether the Primeval is in defeat, or glorious victory.

They would all die today, but none of them knew it. This was their first test in the field, and only wanton destruction was in the future ahead. The only thing that need happen to cause it, was their release. The group as a whole was slightly separated from the other groups heading towards the base, so as to keep from friendly fire as much as possible. The Warlord was itching to chase them, to maim them... but it was not yet time. The Warlord needed permission from a higher authority, before he could play with his friends.

Then the true fun would begin.

(OOC: Someone on the Primeval tell me what to do, of if I got anything wrong :p)
 
Location: C Mining Platform
Allies: [member="Anija Ordo"] , Mandos
Enemies: Primeval, [member="Token Waters"]
Gear: Full Beskar armor, one Bwatha Heavy Rifle, one Bolter Pistol, 4 thermal detonators, one Beskad

The Mandalorian warrior looked to the sky when the rai alarms sounded. Not just alarms in the base, the alerts had resonated across the planet, every Mandalorian comm going off. Verz Horak had been leading a patrol around the area of the mining platform. One might wonder why a famed Field Marshal would lead a simple platoon. The answer was because he karking felt like it. This was his current deployment, and Verz wanted to stretch his legs, not be an armchair general.

When Mando signatures appeared in his HUD, he figured that they were here for something important. He signaled them with a quick comm hail, giving their HUDs his unit's location. When he pulled up the comm signatures to see what Rally Master was leading this deployment, he was moderately surprised to se that Anija Ordo was leading the incoming Mandalorian squad.

"Oya ner vode, I heard the alerts. Anija, why are you here at this mining platform?"
 
Objective: B - 2 - PvP
Location: Jungle
Allies:
Primeval, [member="Lord Daemos"]
Enemies: Mandalorians
Primary Targets: [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Bestala Vizsla"]

Gear:
x1 Hoversled, x8 lightsabers

Well, the loricated quadruped appeared to be very laconic, so Bal'gul turned the attention of most of his eyes back to the nimrod and the bumpkin. Locamotion on his tentacles proved rather irritating, so he delved into that field of energy that some people called the Force and used it to bolster his appendages as he pushed off from the ground with all eight of them.

The cephalopod leaped in a single hopping motion, eerily similar to that of a spider, and landed beside the nimrod. He then struck out with no less than five lightsabers, all coming from different angles toward the mandalorian's back. Two swept in from opposite directions toward the small of his back, aiming to chop him in half and sever his spine. Two other blades thrust for the back of his knees, one for each. The final blade slashed at his bum.

If the nimrod did the smart thing, and jumped, then the blow from the upper two blades aiming to chop him in half would instead hack at the back of his legs in mid-air. The speed of swinging lightsabers is, after all, greater than the speed of jumping, beleaguered humanoids.
 
Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Primeval [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]
Gear:
Conner Load-out
Armor
Weapons
Viccae Assault Rifle
Melee
Pistols
Tools
Ysalamari

Hearing a crawling, groaning, heavy breathing, gigantic, and generally loud rancor coming your way wasn't the hardest feat to accomplish. Really it was quite easy to do, especially with how far it was and how his father had crippled it beforehand. Now there was a few options to this situation, you could go luke Skywalker on it and get up in that maw, but rather than a piece of bone it would be a beskad ramming it's way up Into it's brain, but then Conner's new armor would smell like rancor breath and blood and that was smell that never came out. He could throw a thermal det at it and kill it, and it was within the range of the ysalamir's ten meter force neutral zone so that a force user couldn't manipulate the grenade.

But then there was the blast bugs, a good clip of that would bring her down all the way and paint the rest of her body on the jungle floor and trees, it would be a feast for the bugs, birds, and scavengers. But no matter what happened Conner's story was not going to end with "and then the rancor ate him, the end" so with that in mind he quickly used his jump pack and shot upwards once again. Along the way the Rancor made an effort to grab at him and was close enough to make contact. As Conner soared upwards the claw hit the back of his leg starting at the back of his upper thigh and tearing into the armor, as sparks flew outward they quickly turned from sparks to flicks of blood as it moved down his leg. Reaching his calf the armor gave way and the claw tore deep into his muscle.

Letting out a grunt of pain Conner pulled his leg forward as blood dripped down onto the fallen rancor. It was time to finish her off. Taking out the clipped rifle Conner floated a good fifteen meters in the air above the rancor. With his Beskad in one arm and the rifle in the other he opened fire on the downed beast sending two three round bursts at the beast. A total of six blast bugs to either put the beast out of commission for a while or kill it. Either way taking it down with his father was a family activity that Conner was enjoying quite a bit behind the sociopathic barrier he put forth.
 
Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandolorians [member="Conner Garon"]
Enemies: [member="Perla Pirjo"] [member="Jemmila Kyrgen"]
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

Had our mandalorian hero survived the witch's lumberjack force trickery? Had Strider Garon finally succumb to the patient grim reaper? Who will woe the women of galaxy in his absence? Who will pay child support for the army of bastards he would leave behind? Would [member="Garrus Garon"] finally grow some hair on his head? Well, stay tuned for this post.......

The world around Strider seemed a lot more condensed and far more darker then her remembered, as if the jungle had closed in on him. "Frak!" The jungle did close in on him, encasing the beskar clad warrior in a tomb of fallen trees. Reality was setting in quick that he was in a bad spot and his intensive survival instincts began to kick in. He tried moving, his arms and right leg were stiff but were free to move but his left leg was the issue. Seemed it was trapped and pinned between large branches. His HUD indicated his vitals were all good and that his yslamarir was still alive though its heart rate was beating faster then he would like it to.

Strider pulled his machete and began to hack away at the have branches that held him trapped. From visual alone he could see more extensive damage to the bionic limb and he mentally prepared himself for possible malfunctions were to insue when he eventually got himself back into the fitght. Hacking away at the tree limb was not that easy of a task while barried, it was time consuming but it was all he could do at that moment and he kept at it with iron determination not to let his son down. It was gonna take more then a few magic tricks and sticks to kill the hound of keldabe.

Moments later..........

The mandalorian warrior was free and began to crawl his way out of the rubble. The moment he poked his head out, he could see the rancor was on the move again. "You got rancor inbound Conner'ika!" The old man would inform, his deep resonating voice only audible to Conner with in the confines of their helmet and comm system. He knew his voice would be a comfort, letting the pup know that his old man was still in the fight.

Strider would remove himself from the jungle pile, quickly realizing that mobility in his left bionic leg had been greatly reduced giving the armored fighter a defined limp to his step. He would place the un primed det he still had in hand back into its pouch and raise his EE-3 carbine to the ready. IT was time to go on a witch hunt..........
 
Location: Siege on Fort Monroe
Objective: A
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="The Dark Man"] | [member="Mard Szaks"] | [member="Zambrano the Hutt"] | @Ue-'Kuo-'Koe'c'cu-Eou
Enemies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] | [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Zathra Fett"]
Gear: Armour | Weapon

Unit: The Gulandi Warriors
Strength: 150
Location: Beside Anja
Objective: Defend Anja
Controller: Anja Aj'Rou



The sound of rockets firing was not hard to miss, the Golden Banner units protecting their flanks had begun their assault as ordered, meanwhile the Gulandi and the witch followed closely behind their vanguard lead by Keira. Anja paid close attention to her surroundings, sure to herself that she did not miss any details which could be seen with her own two eyes. They were also still far enough out where the nature of any force-negation fields held no effect on her abilities. Through the force she was able to perceive beyond her physical senses... She could feel when something was coming, sense the presence of those who she did not see, and determine motives and nature of her enemies as they fought. Of course it wasn't a clear perception, it wasn't like it was written down paper or spoken to her -- she jut felt it; like an intuition.

The arrival of the gruesome Warlord, Zambrano the Hutt, was a welcomed event. Despite the Hutt's unpredictability he had proven himself effective in quelling an enemy threat, he had fought at Helska and assisted in many conquests. Now he would fight beside Anja directly as they assaulted the enemy fortress. Many obstacles lay ahead, obstacles to overcome and enemies to defeat. The nature of the Warlord's soldiers provided an opportunity.

Anja turned to one of her soldiers, "Get a message to the Warlord -- I want his terror runners up front with Keira's men." Without hesitation the message had been relayed and Anja placed her focus back on the fortress ahead. Surely they'd have more tricks up their sleeves than that.

The Gulandi were ready for combat at a moment's notice but it seemed the Mandalorians preferred to fight behind barricades or at a very long distance, it reminded her of the stories told to her by Mandalorians with different ideals... Of how the Xonin plains of Eres III burned for many years and how their people struck fear into the galaxy with an unmatched might, riding war droids which rained like meteors from orbit. These were tales of a great people, a proud people with a proud history... A history that seemed neglected, ignored; forgotten. Now The Mandalorians were the ones being attacked, they fought from afar and watched as their name become synonymous with politics rather than war, relying on Republic aid and soldiers who return from retirement because they do not start the battles they fight. Perhaps after this there will be some who question the change in nature, those who want to achieve glory in conquest rather than avoiding a fight when they can.

Such thoughts for now were a distraction, she shook her mind from the topic and saw the greater battle that lies ahead.
 
Location: Jungle
Objective: Rumble in the jungle
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Darth Vornskr"], Primeval
Gear: 1x MKI bolter, 1x bolt pistol, 1x sonic shotgun, wrist-worn flamethrower, vibroknife, grenades, lightsabre (lost), beskar'gam


He had taken an eye from her, in return she had imploded one of his lungs. It seemed like a fair trade to Siobhan! Her vision was impaired and beneath her visor her face had been partially burnt due to the eye dying so cruelly. But on the flip side the Sith Lord ought to have trouble breathing and be in plenty of pain due to losing a lung. There was a reason humans had two after all. At least this was what she presumed.


However, unfortunately Vornskr had managed to cross the distance in the interim and now fell upon her like a raging bull with the ferocity of a beast. Here he still held the advantage because, truth be told, Siobhan's lightsabre skills were abysmal and she had been concentrating on telekinesis. Never mind the fact that while he had stopped mechu-deruing her, her bionic hand was still unreliable. Not enough time to put up a Force shield durable enough, her blue blade was ignited and moved to block, but his ferocious attack crashed through her defences.


Ouch. It hurt a hell of a lot. Beskar'gam was good for several things, such as keeping you from getting shot by blaster bolts or your limbs being sliced off by lightsabres. However, it did not prevent blunt trauma. The sheer impact knocked her backwards and made her tumble, which coincidentally meant that she crashed against the log of a tree. Her organic leg had been a mess since she had battering rammed her way across Vong-infested Alderaan during the Akala Crisis, now white hot pain surged through it as her old injuries played up again and new ones erupted. Blood would be dripping out of these wounds. Suffice to say she would not be running anymore on this battlefield without using the Force a lot. Something snapped...nah, more like bones broke. Likewise her shoulder protested and made its discontent with the pain known, feeling dislocated. The only gain was that she had gotten some distance...but not a lot. Soon he would be upon her again. Her lightsabre had fallen out of her grasp and fallen into a small pool of mud.


With an Eldarai curse she tried to pull herself together. No time for darkside healing, so she tried to suppress the pain and, calling upon the Force, her hands found her sonic shotgun, quickly bringing it up. Her finger enclosed around the trigger and she fired twice, emitting high-intensity sonic blasts powerful enough to shatter most unarmoured targets and cause devastating wounds, though armour and such would obviously mitigate the damage. The spread of the blast was concentrated enough to shatter solid objects and cause small impact craters the size of a spread hand. In this particular case she was aiming for the chest to hit the side with the collapsed lung since the former Emperor would already be hurting there. Her aim was not that precise, but this weapon was less reliant on pinpoint accuracy and harder to dodge.


That was the plan at least. Siobhan took a very deep breath, drawing in air into her lungs and willing the Force to give strength to her aching muscles, then suddenly she took off and leapt into the air, surging upward much like a small, organic rocket ship. Drawing upon the tangled web of the Force she pulled up higher, trying to establish a better distance between them and once again becoming the eye in the storm. There was a strong wind and it swept towards her but she withstood.


Force Flight was an ability she had mastered a long time ago...but she was no longer as young as she had been then. She had landed hits on the Sith Lord, but also expended a good deal of energy. Conserving energy was important. So what Siobhan did was simply draw upon her power to glide through the air and then drop down once she had reached a safe distance. When her armoured boots hit the ground mud and water was splashed up. Around them the wind was becoming violent and the birds had long all flown out, for they knew better than to stick around for the carnage that was taking place.



So Siobhan drew upon the cold fury that had sustained her for so long and unleashed it. Her rage was like a fountain and she greedily drank from it. The urge to do something battering ramming such as try to chuck the former Emperor around again was there, but he'd probably just summon his bubble again and tank it. So she opted for something a little different. Her focus narrowed as she drew up an image of his back concentrated on that. Abruptly titanic telekinetic power would be unleashed upon his spine as she manifested a massive invisible beskar hammer and kept beating it...again and again and again in an attempt to break it. Exertion was evident upon her features. Indeed, so intent was her concentration that by now it had become painful for her, causing a painful throbbing that heralded the start of a headache. But still she kept pushing herself as she tried to break his spine the same way she would smash an egg. Success would...really make walking difficult for him.
 
Location: Wayland; Jungles
Objective: B
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: [member="Kiran Vess"] [member="Laguz Vald"]
Gear:
Ana had expected fireworks or something similar to occur within the few minutes that she couldn't see which was why the Mando had put up the shield in the first place. There was oddly nothing which confused Ana greatly and made her even more suspicious of her opponent. What were they up to? It had to be something because the Prime were tricky or at least that was what she had heard. Whispers really as she had more actual experience when it came to the Sith.

As the smoke cleared she saw him standing right in front of her after having run into the Force barrier which she now lowered. A great offense was a great thing to have but nothing beat also having that defense. It saved her from him running into her with a knife or perhaps something worse.

Jumping backward a few steps she swung her saber left diagonally right in front of her. Ana wasn't what his armor was made of but she did know not much other than what she was wearing was able to resist hits.
 
Objective: A

Location: Fort Munro
Allies: @Olivia Dem'adas |@Arrbi Betna | @Draco Vereen | @Zathra Fett
Enemies: @Keira Ticon |@Boo Chiyo | @The Dark Man | @Mard Szaks | @Zambrano the Hutt | @Ue-'Kuo-'Koe'c'cu-Eou
Gear: Mandalorian Ripper Long Rifle, microdite tipped slugs | Mandalorian Ripper carbine, solid slugs | Beskad | Kal | 4x frag grenades, 4x white phosphorus grenades, x2 fragmentation mines

Dariak had never faced this worthy foe. This enemy advancing to kill his kith and kin like they were animals. Yet he didn't hate the fanatics that were pushing through fire and pain to reach the gate. If anything he respected them. A rather outdated Crusader mentality that had survived within his clan. He had set up in a vantage point within the Fort and removed his helmet to secure it on the back of his webbing which was fitted over his armour. Dariak's armour had been passed down along with his sword from eldest child to eldest child. From the armour's creator who fought in the gladiator pits and the Outer Rim Campaign with a long forgotten Sith Empire as their allies Worn by warriors who had taken the fight to the Jedi Knights in both the Great Galactic War and Galactic War. Through the ages of conflicts and glorious battles. Now he had a chance to add to that rich history.

The black plates had been scuffed to a dull grey and the medals of the Old Republic which had been taken from officers in single combat were in need of polishing. Dariak had replaced the tattered wolf pelt around the shoulders and repainted the snarling sabre-wolf symbol on his right pauldron. Dariak had deployed his long rifle's bipod. The scope didn't link well with the helmet's interface. The rifle was too new and the armour was too old for the signals to properly connect.

Yet there was no substitute for the old fashioned way. His bright blue right eye peered through the scope as he cradled the rifle against his shoulder. Dariak breathed out and squeezed the trigger, sending a slug tipped with a small explosive. Not enough for splash damage. Enough to cause horrific morale-sapping wounds. He aimed for men and women with heavy weapons. Comm-packs. Those leading the vanguard who he thought would be officers. They were fanatics and they'd fight leaders or no leaders. Yet there was a difference between an army and a rabble.

He just hoped he'd have a chance to do more.
 

Zola

Knight of the Obsidian Order
Location: Jungle
Objective: 2, Mother Nature is a beeyotch.
Allies: [member="Perla Pirjo"]
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Conner Garon"]

Equipment:

Jem crouched on the ground, her head raised to the sky watching the soldier zing forward, as the boulders crashed together with a thud. The man ricocheted off trees like a bolo ball and then alighted on the ground a few feet away. The Hapan registered a dull pain in her body from landing in the mud earlier, but her adrenaline eclipsed it. She would have time to lick her wounds later, right now she had to deal with the boy in front of her. And playtime was over.

Jumpy McGee drew a large sword from its sheath and advanced upon her. The weapon was known as a Beksad. Jem remembered the name from Master Ireles' rigorous training a few weeks before they landed on the Mandalorian world. Like everything else in the Mandalorian arsenal she supposed it was lightsaber resistant. Timber time again. She quickly rose to her feet and spread her arms up in the air, yanking them downward in one fell swoop. A crunching sound could be heard as more ancient trees were ripped from the muddy earth. She turned her palms, and the four trees twisted sideways, parallel to the ground. There they stayed for a moment, just hovering.

A roar and a snort rang out as Perla's Rancor padded towards the soldier, with threads of saliva hanging from its fangs. Keeping her tenuous hold on the levitating trees, her eyes widened. Someone was about to become Rancor chow. The young man flew around the Rancor, as it snapped at him like it would a fly. Then she heard a shout. The other soldier had come to life. Jem's eyes turned yellow behind her crab helmet as she whirled towards the sound of [member="Strider Garon"]'s voice and hurled four jungle trees at him. They would fly towards the other Mando like large battering rams towards a fortress of Beksar.
 
Objective C
Location: Nearing the top of Mount Tantiss [MAP]
Allies:[member="Ebenezer"] | [member="Laguz Vald"] | [member="Token Waters"]
Enemies: :[member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Graad Hokan"] | [member="Darth Wyrrlok VI"] | [member="Chaos Maxtor"] | [member="Verz Horak "] | [member="Briika Detta"]
Gear: Personal Armour | Z-6 rotary blaster cannon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PJv7WCiBxTs​

None of the other people had said anything, was Jun Nez alone or was the others just very anti-social. Was this something he had imagined? No, wait. That person with the sniper had said something and someone HAD to be flying this ship. It wasn't another episode. As he was deeply concentrated in these thoughts, the ship had landed. "Be quiet, quick, and for kark's sake; Don't. Shoot." the sniper had said. "Quiet, quick? No shooting?" Jun Nez thought to himself. This wasn't what he expected, but he could be quiet. This wasn't his first Rodeo. However, he was tired of sitting on his ass for the gods know how long. As soon as the sniper was out the door, he was too.

As Jun Nez almost in a sprint ran out the door, his goggles shifted to match the light and his suit began analyzing the air. He saw how this big lump of rock was in the middle of what appeared to be a forest. The air was breathable for most species, but not him. He kept his armour airtight and began scanning the surrounding area. It appeared that there was a heat source under them, and a ton of radiation was shooting through the rock. "There's what appears to be either an entrance or a airvent over there." He said in lowered voice and pointed. He made notice of the ships' location and suddenly he could hear the battle, the real battle going on in the distance. There was a rumble in that jungle, shouts, shooting, entire trees was moving from the explosion from the warmachines. Jun Nez was thankful he wasn't in the middle of that. He held onto his blaster just in case. "After you, Snippy." (Laguz) he said as he extended his arm in the direction of what he had seen.
 
Location: Jungle
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Primeval
Gear: Standard, basic Mandalorian stuff (armor, blaster pistol, disruptor pistol, vibroknife. Think Jango/Boba Fett.)
[member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Lord Daemos"] | [member=Bal'gul]

Bestala watched as Muad Dib continued a close-quarters fight with two Primeval combatants. She looked back for a moment. Not far away in that direction would have been Strider Garon and his fight. When Bal’gul charged for Muad with his plethora of lightsabers, Bestala armed the grenade in her hand.

<Get away!> yelled Bestala to apparently Muad in the Mandalorian language as she took a step forward.

Then, Bestala chunked the grenade toward the group of three. She soon locked her disruptor pistol’s aim back on Bal’gul when she regained her footing. Yet, she still did not fire.

The grenade would zip through the air - aiming at the ground nearest Bal’gul, yet still dangerously close to Muad and Lord Daemos. As an anti-armor concussion grenade, it would stick to whatever surface it managed to land on. The explosion radius would be smaller than a regular concussion grenade - yet still potentially lethal to those within the blast radius.

<Group up!> she yelled once again in the Mandalorian tongue.
 

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