Invasion The Reckoning [Invasion of Empress Teta: Mandalorians vs One Sith]

[Valiens Nantaris]

Location: Rooftops

Allies: [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Ava Lok"] @anyone else who is close by

Enemies: [member="Smeg"] [member="The Hydra Queen"]

Objective: Try keep up with thread. Not get killed.


As an OOC note, this writer apologises for the delay. This is why they dislike Invasions.

Regardless, Elara followed her sister, avoiding attacks and using her jetpack wherever possible to keep out of range. Occasionally she’d fire her rippers at the monstrous Sith creature attacking them, other times she’d just try and keep up with Ava and hope this battle would not only be her first but her last as well!

 

[Soeht]

After [member="Tylan Toarinar"] left, Daella heard [member="Aedan Miles"] call for orders through her holocomm.

Instantly, Daella sent him the approximate location of the Bral. She then talked into her wristcomm and told Aedan, “This is Darth Junra. Bomb these coordinates - no matter what’s there.”

 

[Quinn Vos]

Location: Cinnagar
Objective: Fight the tincan man who is hiding the real Bral
Allies: Sith that smell funny
Enemies: Mandos that smell funny - [member="Jaden Taacyn"]

Calloused-palm gripped the beskar coated staff of her spear as she slung the bow around her shoulder. Sith troops clashed with mando-troops all around the pair as air-strikes shook the surrounding ground. She rose from her semi-concealed perch to meet the metal beast and rider. The huntress cocked her head, astute, tracking ears picking-up on his words above the chaos of battle.

Why would he have to find a different location and for what?

Fiery-eyes narrowed as she silently regarded the being. "This one hides something." She spoke to [member="Laufeia Carzi"], without turning from the beast-rider. She took a step toward the mando. "Will you fight me honorably or will you hide behind that beast?" Proud-chin tipped toward Jaden. Her free hand stretched out at him as she pounded the blunt end of her staff on the earth. "Come."

Little did they know airstrikes were headed their way.
[member="Darth Junra"]

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Growling? Who let the dogs out on the battlefield? Neskar frowned, upon hearing the snarls, swiftly turning the direction of his jetpack so he could face the origin of the noise.

"Oh." He muttered, seeing his doom. "Bollocks."

Wallop. Neskar, smashed by all of twenty five kilograms of pure fury, was flung back mightily, crashing in a clump some distance away from [member="Darth Angrel"]. His world went dizzy, his brain went into overdrive in an attempt to take advantage of the situation.

Despite all odds, he still carried his AST-1 entrapment grenade launcher. This was a fine beast of warfare, for many reasons. Before now, Neskar had been using incendiary grenades in order to damage Hion. But now, he simply fumbled around for the main ammunition for this launcher, entrapment grenades. A twenty centimetre length, which was propelled out of the breech loaded barrel with significant speed. The purpose of this was that the grenade had two specific functions; a high explosive charge to damage and potentially kill and a large net with durasteel prongs, designed specifically to slice through flesh and armour in order to ensnare the victim in a lethal coil. Coupled with the explosion, it was a deadly combination.

If it hit. Neskar smirked. Applying a lather of false over confidence, he took a few steps forward. He judged it to be at optimum range. And he doubted his foe would have little time to react, as Red Legionaires began to pepper [member="Darth Angrel"] with disrupter rifles. Hopefully, Neskar had gone down with enough force and with enough conviction so that his foe thought he was dispatched in a single blow. Hopefully.

He aimed expertly. Straight at the torso. In an instant, he squeezed the trigger, and out erupted the canister, flying at a fierce pace, as fast as any bullet. With all luck, the canister would explode a metre away from its target and ensnare it long enough so that Neskar could swoop in and dispatch him. He in no way expected the net to hold the Sith Knight for a long time, but it would be enough.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

She still shook her head and even got a bit mad now as she could not find this damn mandalorian. "Tsolan, i cant pinpoint the void, i need you too focus on the ways up to this roof and keep focused on them incase i can't track him until hes right on top of us." Thankfully they were on a roof, which left two options, for him to shoot at them or for him to get up to the roof himself, both of which Alexandra was prepared for.

 

[Darth Rixas]

Location: Cinnagar
Allies: Hion the Herglic, One Sith
Enemies: Mandos Azrael Neskar A'toll @Anstasia Ra
Objective: Purge the Land of the invading Heretics!

Angrel's growling continued to churn as his shield slammed into his armored target. His momentum had carried the Mandalorian several more feet into the air before Angrel's ascendance slowed to a halt and they both began to fall. Keeping his posture straight, Angrel freed his hands and pursed his weapons once more as he realized the distance that would be put between himself and Neskar. Using the Force to slightly cushion his fall, Angrel's armored feet slammed into the ground, producing a dynamic sound as he lifted his chin, clinking the armor around his shoulders and head.

Eying his target, Angrel finally drew quiet as at first it seemed as though Neskar was dead but then he heard noise, as if the Mandalorian was fumbling for something. Angrel's reaction was one of annoyance and anger as his Rage-induced state intensified, reintroducing his ever-present growl. Enemy soldiers opened fire on the Sith Knight and found their ammunition ineffective as Angrel first deployed a wall of telekinetic energy. Under Force Rage, every little thing amplified Angrel in battle. His anger was driven by many factors at the moment. He was infuriated that [member="Neskar A'toll"] wasn't dead, the Red Soldiers angered and annoyed him extensively with their constant fire, and this Mandalorian's cockiness angered him, although that's what it looked like to Angrel as he was being approached.

As Neskar strode closer, Angrel's eyes bucked behind his helmet and his body became incredibly tense as he focused the aforementioned Teleknetic energy on the Red Soldiers and essentially released a Force Wave in their direction which drove a powerful wall into the units and threw them asunder. Immediately returning his attention to Neskar, Helios saw the lifted weapon and with incredible speed pushed his hands forward as the weapon fired.

"WOOOOOOOOO-AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

A rage-induced yell burst from Angrel's throat as he directed instinctively precise, yet violent waves of energy forward from his being. The direction of the object fired from Neskar's weapons obeyed the Laws of Newton and were pushed back towards it's caster almost instantaneously, along with other various forms of debris that were currently on the ground in between the two fighters. This included dirt, rocks, and scraps of metal.

Stumbling after the counter, Angrel let loose another rage-driven yell as pain enveloped his being, a product of Force Rage. Angrel could feel his muscles and skin being painfully pulled and stretched under his armor. The Sith Knight yelled once more.

 

[Galatea Raste]

Location: Cinnagar
Allies: [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Dred Varad"], [member="Jaden Taacyn"], [member="Elara Lok"]
Objective: Kill Mando's

"They all smell funny, but their brains will taste sweat."

She licked her lips, even though she wouldn't taste anything with her tongue. The Mando she'd been firing upon seemed oblivious to being attacked, but that could be because of all the peon mando's that were moving about in a somewhat chaotic manner due to being ambushed from below. Such was life. Quinn seemed to have it in for one in particular of the Mando's, so she decided to let the woman handle it unless she needed help. Instead, she singled out a new target. She saw one jetting above the roofs, so she tapped Quinn's shoulder.

"I'm going up. Yell if you need me."

Darting into a building, she climbed swiftly. On the roof, she searched for her opponent and lifted one blaster, cocking it on her arm for stability. Taking aim, she fired several shots at [member="Elara Lok"], intending to take out her jet pack.

 

[Smeg]

DA LOCATION: Cinnagar Rooftops
DA ALLIEZ: [member="The Hydra Queen"], [member="Nickolas Imura"], [member="Tylan Toarinar"]
DA ENEMIEZ: [member="Ava Lok"], [member="Elara Lok"]
DA OBJECTIVE: Om nom nom nom nom...

The glass smashed.

A symbolic victory for King Smeg as his own putrid waste matter decorated the armour of Preliat Mantis. Of course, it wouldn't affect the man much, well, unless he still had his sense of smell while encased in whatever armour the man was wearing. There will be no heroic lady kissing after the battle, young man. You smell like rancid Skraal excrement, and that's because you're dressed in it.

Suddenly he was grabbed, another panicked squeak echoing from his filthy jaws as he was taken into the skies by the Hydra Queen. So this is what it feels like to be a pigeon. How the other half lives, eh?

“CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

That was the war cry that erupted throughout the skies, likely confusing many Mandalorians that were around to hear it. Those hordes of rats upon the ground heard this and began to move upwards, funnelling into the buildings like an unstoppable (and smelly) force.

The Mandalorians that encountered the hordes would fire, fling grenades and gain impressive kill counts from the Skraal but they were born to die like this. Eventually the wave would reach each man and woman, large rodents climbing onto them and pulling them down to the floor. Feverish claws worked to remove the armour so that they could get into the tasty prize instead. In their frenzied feeding the Skraal sometimes found themselves accidentally eating a brother or sister in their maddening skrabbles.

With another squeal he was dropped, landing on his fat arse with a soft thud.

I could have been cruel. Unkind. A third pair of hands striking the enemy. I could have. Remember me as a saint, and as a giant rodent that hit your comrade with a vial of poop. Make me a shrine. Smeg, King of Kindness.

Instead of scrabbling onto the escaping woman or her vaguely positioned friend. Smeg pulled out of his raggedy trousers a bag of salt and vinegar crisps. Happily, the King of Filth remained upon his arse, and began to munch greedily upon his snack. What a team player.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Cinnagar
Allies: [member="Azrael"] [member="Neskar A'toll"]
Enemies: [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Sero Valrel"] [member="Darth Angrel"]
Objective: Shake it off! Shake it off!

One minute she was up on her feet ready to take down the big bad Sith and the next Anastasia lay flat on the ground with her face in the dirt. Luckily or unluckily however you wanted to put it this didn't much faze her. The girl had worse, much worse in her time locked up. While she was alright, her bow had managed to fly out of her hands a few feet away.

Groaning Anastasia looked up to find that which she had lost to only be blasted with another wave of dust from the aftermath of the fall of the beast. The beast was unlike anything she had ever seen before but that wasn't saying much. Again hands went to push herself up which this time the young seer managed to do.

It wasn't long till she felt a hot searing pain hit her all at once which almost sent her to her knees however she kept her balance and composure. It felt like a shock, a very high voltage shock which had man on the ground still.

Eyes raced around looking for her lost bow. She needed that as those whom she was with all carried a mini ysalamir with her which made it nearly impossible for the young witch to use her abilities. Anastasia wasn't strong enough to withstand that yet however that didn't mean she was useless. She had gotten decent enough with her bow.

As she dodged though the insane chaos that was occurring she was able to collect the fallen bow and arrow. Slinging the arrows on her back she grabbed one and too aim at [member="Sero Valrel"] before letting it fly. She would leave the rider of the beast to Azrael.

 

[The Upright Man]

Location: Skies
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Itessa"]
Objective: Evasive manoeuvres

Cannon fire strafed down the wings of Lilys skyfighter. The shields absorbed most of the incoming damage but they were beginning to overheat. It hadn't been long before another starfighter joined the attack. Time for evasive manoeuvres. she pulled hard on the controls and flung her fighter in a nosedive. The sudden turn was enough to slam her head against the back of her chair and hold it there as she spiralled towards the ground. She pulled back on the controls, slowly levelling her craft out, then turning a sharp right in-between the skyscrapers. She continued to descend until she was almost scraping the road. Keeping it low and tight, making any form of attack harder.

 

[Sheff Zee]

Location: Cinnagar
Allies: [member="Mala Kulan"], [member="Metus De'cal"]

The Zabrak stepped off of the roof, and Malphas didn't care.

He glanced behind him to Metus De'cal and beckoned him over to the shuttle that was beyond them on the roof. How else had they gotten there? The roof to that building was blocked off anyway, and besides flying and using a ship to get there there wasn't really another possible way to be there.

It looked as if his Apprentice couldn't handle it however and leapt.

Bye have a great time.

Once the both of them were within the shuttle, it lifted off and started to head deeper into the city, more or less towards the mass of Mandalorian troops, and to [member="Hion the Herglic"].

 

[Pa'Kar Sang]

Location: Cinnagar; Near Parking structures and buildings (Group 1 and 2)
Allies: The Mando'ade
Enemies: The One Sith and their Vong buddies [member="Lieutenant Kir"] [member="Laufeia Carzi"]

The Besu'liik grunted and shifted at the woman's words, comprehending them and taking a bit of a blow to its simulated pride. Jaden smirked beneath his helmet. He knew it wanted to fight...He could dispatch her with the droid, with the Bral so close her primitive self...Seemed unfit to take on this army of Mandalorians. He would oblige his droid's want for battle. The laser cannons on the nose of the beast began to charge up.

"Sorry. You're a pretty face, but you chose the wrong side and Skarr's a bit grumpy," he joked. He wasn't taking any chances.

::Sir! We're under fire-:: A large explosion down the street rocked his coms. 'Kark it all...' the young Mandalorian thought to himself. Why couldn't anything go right for him? Not with women, not with simple jobs, not even this war was simple! Whatever the Sith had was blowing things up, and not leaving much room for error. He cursed in Mando'a, for a moment forgetting his foe.

<I really don't have time for this,> he muttered in Mando'a, prompting the droid to fire its laser canons at the young woman standing before him. "Keep the other one busy! Not much use without the Force!!"

::Sir, we've gotten the Bral into a different garage! Underground sir, one way up and out far as we can see!":: came the radio of one of the mechanics on board the Bral with the Force eliminating lizards.

::Good, keep her safe....In fact, seal the garage door any way you can. We'll dig you out after the fighting's done. And if poodoo goes south, take as many of the critters and book it. Get out, release them, cause some chaos for our Sith friends.:: He didn't forget about his enemy, he was expecting some sort of miracle to occur. Always did with these Forcer types, even when they didn't have the Force.

ONE OF THE DECOY BRALS HAS BEEN DESTROYED​

EDIT: IF I missed anyone in a tag PM me​

 

[Navio]

Location: Cinnagar City
Allies: Azrael, Anastastia, Neskar A'Toll
Enemies: Hion and the rest of those Sith guys
Objective: DO A BARREL ROLL!

Navio was raining hell upon the aerial creature one moment and performing feats of impressive instinct the next. As the beast was slowly being torn to bits by the repetitive fire from all of the Mandalorian fronts, Navio took notice of its inevitable trajectory. Soon after, its head bursted in a gruesome display of fleshy pulp and blood spray. This sent a feeling of accomplishment through his body, however moments later he knew just how much trouble everyone was in. The descending deceased Draxel shadowed the area as it came closer and closer, ready to flatten all in its path.

By this time Navio had been forcing his body beyond its limits in order to get as far away from the creature's inevitable collision as fast as possible. He quickly dove with one final push, performing an expert barrel roll, before suddenly being rattled by an enormous tremor created from what he assumed was the signal of the beast making impact with the ground. The shock sent him flying further off his feet, tumbling and colliding into various bits of debris, equipment and fellow Mando'ade. Kinetic force surged through his body as pain followed soon after, however his Beskar armor managed to absorb the majority of the force.

Momentarily sprawled upon the ground, Navio quickly recovered, catching a glimpse of Azrael. Luckily for him they were in close proximity to each other. Azrael's next movements warned Navio of the fact that they weren't in the clear just yet. The armor-clad warrior dashed towards Azrael's side and covered alongside him behind the Bes'uliik's. He quickly braced himself.

"Hrrrngh..."

What followed after was a scene of tremendous raw power, brutal carnage, and a deafening explosion. Before his eyes, countless fellow vode were torn asunder and crushed by the Force Bellow created from Hion. A tinge of regret crossed his mind, but he threw it out and focused himself upon the next steps in the battle. Navio turned towards Azrael, heard him shout orders, and quickly followed him into the fray. Navio holstered his heavy repeating ripper and quickly pulled the trigger, providing suppressing fire on the enemy in order to make use of the brief window they were given. Navio charged alongside Azrael at an angle as he shot, trying to get with in the specified 10 meters.

[member="Neskar A'toll"]
[member="Azrael"]
[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Location: Skies above the City
Objective: Talk Some Sense into his Son
Enemies: One Sith [member="Ordo"]
Allies: The Mando'ade [member="Kad Kando"] (KEEP POSTING KID)
Music Choice: Treachery

He didn't have time to respond. It seemed the time for talk was over. Grunting he raised his lance in defense, the blow shifting his position on his seat. While beast riding in itself was difficult, it was only true masters of the art that could fly them with grace. To fight another person, especially one just as skilled as himself in the ancient art was even more difficult. Cursing under his breath, his beast moved forward, pivoting, allowing Gilamar to sweep his lance to his right, guiding Ordo behind and away from himself.

Taking that as a cue, the semi-sentient beast rocketed forward. The G-forces strained his unprotected body, the only thing between the rushing air and biting cold being his black beskar'gam. With a quick tug on the control reign the beast flipped and turned to face the Dark Lord once again, this time not shying away from its enemy. It reached out, its beskar claws outstretched, attempting to ram Ordo's beast. The two beasts' cries and clashes reverberated through the sky.

"What we want, and the reality we know are two seperate things Ordo! Of course Sylvia wanted nothing but the best for us!! But when she died, we both knew that this was nothing but a way of life!! We are Mando'ade, you were one too!" He took all the time he could between the clash to try and reason with his son. "When did the notion of peace become so appealing that you would allow your own sister to be killed in the name of this...peace?!" he spat the last word like some sort of curse.

"Mishuk gotal'u meshuroke, pako kyore!! It's in our bones Ad!!" It was the first time he had truly called Ordo his son in their native tongue. Behind his helmet's ambiguous calm Gil was a mess of gritting teeth and sweat as he strained against the forces of the air.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

Location: Outside of City
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: One Sith [member="Nevizkut"]

As the sith approached he played the mandalorians game, the alchemical blade and her beskar baskad proving exactly what she wanted while hearing him mouth off but that was a confused notion. She looked at the saber he held ready for a fight and burst forward covering a small distance to slash with the twin blades the beskad going to combat the saber and her knife slicing to try and slice into his arm and sever it if she got a good chance.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Location: Middle o' Cinnagar, Streets. Surrounded.
Enemies: [member="Azrael"], [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Navio"]

Standing atop his dead mount, Orcus had the advantage of the high ground, which in this case actually proved a disadvantage. He did, however, manage to see the rather obtrusively grenade that softballed his way. Orcus got rid of it with a contemptuous kick that sent it flying fifty meters before smashing through the window of one of the many buildings lining the street.

Winded from the long blast, he began hauling in more air for a second bout. A bare handful of Red Legionnaires remained standing after his bellow. Many were still struggling to rise from the broken bodies of their comrades. When Azrael gave the order to fire, the slightly shell-shocked soldiers, though veterans, took a second to respond. In that second, Orcus drank in air as if he wanted to rid the planet of it.

His dark eyes remained opened, swaying too and fro with the uncanny mix of raw fury and primal intelligence so common to nature's predators. He saw the clear tubes strapped to the backs of several Mandalorians and recognized them instantly from his time in the Sith Empire. Ysalamiri. Yes, he could feel them now. Bubbles of absence. It was as though he was staring at a vast puzzle, and each one was a missing piece. How odd.

Then they all opened fire.

His lit greatsaber came up, managing to deflect a bare handful of disruptor shots before he was overwhelmed in a series of grenade explosions and high rate of fire blasters. The fragmentation ordnance exploded all around him, spraying him with flames and molten shrapnel. The chitinous carapace of his orbalisk armor shrugged them off with casual ease. Not so his face and flippers. He raised one massive flipper to protection his head, but shrapnel cut deep into the blubber of his neck and head. A sheet of flames turned the unprotected side of his face into a mess of burnt tissue. Several long shards of metal impaled his flipper, sticking out like odd decorations. Lasers tore into his body, taking a chunk out of his foot and scorching along his head, pounding against the orbalisk armor of his chest.

So much pain. Yet Orcus had known worse. He had died, once, but the Dark Lord had brought him back for a purpose. He needed to show the Dark Lord he was worthy of life. So he clung desperately to that pain, for the pain was proof that he could still draw breath.

His vision reddened and he submerged beneath the aphotic tides of the Dark Side, letting the Force Rage take full effect. The pain did not lessen, but it no longer seemed to matter. He felt anger, raw and primal, and it was directed toward one simple goal: kill.

He opened his maw and dipped into the strange naturalism of the Force, innate in his being. He did not try to discern, instead he simply reveled in the mystery and acted upon instinct. The songs of his people came to him then, their melodic trills the sound of beauty. But he did not desire to evoke grace this day. Only destruction.

Bellow was the only true Force ability he'd ever had any skill with, but it was more complex than simply shouting and causing enemies to disappear in a wave of overpressure. He could do more with his voice than create an impromptu bomb blast. Utilizing that one power with all the untapped potential of a full Sith Lord, Orcus loosed all the air in his lungs.

"EYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyk!"

The sound tapered off as it reached a pitch the human ear could not fully process. The amplitude was enormous, far exceeding that which would be required to blow out a human's eardrums and render them permanently deaf, but the Mandalorian's wore helmets that might protect against such things. The ysalamiri in the transparisteel tubes did not. As harmonic frequency of the Herglic's voice approached the resonant frequency of transparisteel, the tubes began to vibrate more and more rapidly.

The outcome could go one of two ways. Either the transparisteel would shatter due to the resonance, much like glass but on a much, much larger scale. Or, the transparisteel would hold, but the fragile ysalamiri inside would die from the rapid vibration and the bombardment of lethal sound. And though Azrael wore the echani shield, it protected against kinetic and energy force such as slugs or blaster bolts... not pure sound. Even if it somehow did provide some amount of protection, the volume and power behind the screech would overload the system.

Moreover, it wouldn't be just the tubes that received this effect. Most of the Mandalorian's helms had a visor composed of transparisteel. The visors joined in on the wobbling until the sudden abrupt shattering of a hundred visors filled the air, joining with the groans of the broken and dying. Mandalorians screamed, dropping to their knees in agony as blood poured from their eyes. Others stumbled back, desperately trying to get the transparisteel shards off their faces before they suffered the same fate as their comrades.

The screech tapered off and Orcus charged straight down into the stunned Mandalorians who'd clustered around his fallen pet. He lumbered forward with a speed that should have been impossible for a being his size and with his amount of wounds, but the conjoined abilities of orbalisks and the Dark Rage enhanced his physical speed and strength to ridiculous proportions. After all, the Force often had a way of turning the impossible on its head.

 

[Velok the Younger]

A|deraan Museum of Fine Arts

Every Witch worth anything knew the necessity of he|ping the Manda|orians who protected Dathomir. Rave had done so before, citizen of this territory that she was. She'd fought a|ongside them at Ord Mante||, channe||ed warbeasts to their aid, seen to it that advanced techno|ogy fe|| off the back of a truck in their favour -- she even made their knives.

Such were the consequences of fa||ing in unrequited |ove with Gi|amar Skirata. And, not for the first time, that a||egiance brought forth unexpected opportunities.

[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]In the Force, and then in the spectra| subset that was ca||ed Vongsense, Rave reached out across the city to get a taste of a nearby b|ood trai|. She had dozens of marks, and had |ong since |earned to get a sense of which mark corresponded to what, to whom. This one, she'd thought obso|ete after Coruscant. But the being she found was nothing she expected. [/SIZE][SIZE=14.4444446563721px]In her mind's eye -- she wa|ked the si|ent ha||s of the museum; c|osed due to batt|e -- in her mind's eye she bracketed [member="The Hydra Queen"]. Her Shaper's know|edge and a|chemist's instincts got at |east a genera| idea of the being she sensed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]As someone who'd brought her own modest horde, Rave cou|d appreciate what she found.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]Mind to mind, then-[/SIZE]

[SIZE=14.4444446563721px]We|| aren't you fascinating.[/SIZE]

 

[The Hydra Queen]

DA LOCATION: Cinnagar streets
DA ALLIEZ: The One Sith, The Hydra Queen, @Morningstar [member=Smeg] [member="Tsavong Kraal"]
DA ENEMIEZ: Mandalorians : [member=Azrael] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Elara Lok"] [member=Navio] [member=Fear] [member="Dred Varad"] [member="Countess Calum Teramo"] [member="Koyi Zythor"] [member="Michael Steelfang"] [member="Ava Lok"] [member="Lord Daemos"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Jaden Taacyn"] [member="Elara Lok"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Sarge Potteiger"]
DA OBJECT: Bring the Schutta to [member="Smeg"] --- get pissed --- maybe blown up?



Things were about to get REAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL interesting.

To say the least, with the tumult of actions happening at the same time via various parties.

Shining, glittering, diamond threads --- each of those strands interwoven round and round. How many of them were intersected at this very moment?

Who knew?

What the Hydra Queen DID know, is the shaft of pain that went across the right side of her ribcage. Vonduun crab armor had crystalline properties, and was resistant to blasters,slugthrowers, and even lightsabers --- but it couldn’t stop against blunt trauma of the kinetic damage of point blank slug shots at her gut.

The right side of her ribs would suffer a bruise, and likely some were cracked as well. But that didn’t stop her momentum at grabbing Miss Sniper-Shot-Shutta-who-shot-my-hair.

Clawed hands would reach for her as her jetpack ignited, strong talons holding fast to bring her back towards [member="Smeg"]. Her body would go wrapping around the woman in beskar, very intimately, akin to a second skin. If the slugs hit [member="Ava Lok"] ‘s pack, well, the resulting effect would likely end up being very fiery and sending them both rolling in a fiery ball at Smeg’s feet.

Hopefully, with Ava pinned under her regardless of the blown up jetpack or not.

Granted, in this mess, the whisper of a new voice ( [member="Rave Merrill"] ) would bloom in her mind.

We|| aren't you fascinating.​

Vongsense~ or was it just a result of possibly being blown up and having her head rattled by Ava’s jetback?

Who knew.

For now, the voice would be ignored.

Too many things happening at the same time.

Below, the Implanters, down on the ground would continue to quickly move on arachnid like legs, carried dozens of surge-coral seeds on their backs. This Yuuzhan Vong creeper would inflict pain on and disable their victims by using their feathery appendages to disrupt the victim's nervous system, and only then would they attempt to implant the seeds.

Soon, those who had managed to get their beskar armor ripped off by the Skraal claws would find themselves disabled and stunned by the mass of Implanters. Their seeds would burst over them, sending surge-coral. Soon, those poor unfortunate souls would be able to receive mental commands from a yammosk or a dhuryam -- turning them into mindless slaves for the Yuuzhan Vong.

The Yargh'un, would attempt to horde through and over run any of the Mandalorians on the ground, while those that were flying would continue to feel the reach of the long tentacles of the Umrach as screams would fill the night.
One particular one would go straight at [member="Elara Lok"], the four meter tentacles going straight for the Mandalorian woman to trap her and bring her in.

While the Chrom-Vrone would continue to spit out plasma globs from the hundreds of meter-wide tubes that extended from the top of the Chom-Vrone, spewing the plasma out onto the surrounding ground of the destroyed Fob.

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

Location: Cinnagar; Near Parking structures and buildings (Group 1 and 2)
Allies: The Mando'ade
Enemies: The One Sith

Finding herself on the great beast itself as ran down fire upon all the sith. The mistake that was make was getting in front of her line of fire. As she contue to give back up suport to her fellow vode. It was after her job to be able to to protect them from her wardroid. As she make her way little by little leaving a path of dead bodies in the way. Letting herself make it known she one to be recon-ken with.

 

[Smeg]

DA LOCATION: Cinnagar Rooftops
DA ALLIEZ: The One Sith, [member="The Hydra Queen"]
DA ENEMIEZ: Mandalorians, [member="Ava Lok"], [member="Elara Lok"], his own expanding waistline
DA OBJECTIVE: Five Easy Steps to a Svelte New You

So as the horrors of war raged on around him, he simply sat on him bottom, munching happily on his half-crushed packet of crisps. Or was it so blissful?

Time slowed for a moment of consideration as Smeg looked downwards.

Vii Tennis with Tsavong wasn't doing it for him, it was all well and good getting a spot of well-meaing exercise, once or twice a week but then going back to the undercity below and gorging himself on mountains of junk food tributes was negating everything. In fact, it was sliding him backwards and onto the morbid obesity train.

He poked his own distended stomach like a furry lava lamp. It was time for change. Change! Shifting onto all fours he began to hack and spit, making terrible noises of regurgitation as in his own shame he began to bring back the masticated chips that he had so greedily consumed.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOORK!

HAK HAK HAK!

Those aren't chips.

From his diseased maw, plopped out a ball of matted filth and fur. Hairball. Pretty common occurrence in the world of Skraal. Swiftly he pocketed the mass of grossness (he was building a monument to himself with his own discarded hair).