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

[Neskar A'toll]

Location: Cinnagar City
Allies: [member="Azrael"] [member="Navio"] Anastasia
Enemies: [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Darth Angrel"]
Objective: Survive

A company of Legionaries, dispatched without as much as a parting glance. Neskar felt the need to gulp, but he wasn't a cliche. He was in the big leagues now. No mistakes. Immediately after jettisoning his grenadiar's payload, he thrust the launcher at the ground. He needed something with a little more... closeness. He smirked. He had the perfect item. A Vornskr Mark 8 scattergun. Gripping it from its holster - he wondered how people could hold so many weapons, himself included, but this wasn't the time for semantics - this would definitely be useful. Besides, he had recently acquired it and had never really given it a good spin. This would be as good a time as any to test out an anti force user shotgun. Designed with a large range of shot, as well as armour piercing chunky ballshot serving as rounds, it would be an efficient weapon of war.

Back to reality.

Neskar frowned, watching the grenade canister invariably flipped back towards him. Oh. He hadn't accounted for that. Cursing internally at his poor life choices, he raised the barrel of the shotgun, squeezing rapidly and repeatedly at the oncoming explosive charge. Being some distance away from the Sith when he fired, Neskar judged he had 'some' time before he was mauled. Seconds were all he needed.

Ker.. bloom! The charge detonated a half-dozen metres before Neskar. Luckily, the shot had torn through all the netting of the entrapment grenade, preventing him from the cruel twist of fate that would've befallen him. The explosion, however, was another thing. Erupting from the canister, it, alongside the rubble thrown at him, carried him off his feet and flat on his back. Keeping a firm grasp of his Vornskr, Neskar couldn't help but smelly a faint whiff of cheese in the air for a moment, before rising again. He was certain his rib was broken now. Maybe more than just one. Daggers of pain stabbed deep inside him, but he still had to fight. Duty, honour, all that. As well as the fact that if he ran, he'd probably still be killed.

"Now, defying the laws of physics? That ain't groovy, pal. Let's go."

Cocking his shotgun, the semi auto one, he squeezed the trigger rapidly, a number of three times, shelling out a hail of shotgun shell towards the Sith at a rapid pace. Immediately after, he tapped his jet pack button again, rising sharply into the dusty sky, somewhat clouding his presence. He had to be mobile, a constant moving target, in order to prevent being bogged down where the Sith could just cast his fancy moves on him. Perhaps his ysalamir would help. Maybe.

 

[Ordo]

Location: Skies
Objective: Fight Mand'alor
Opponent: [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
Allies: Basilisk War Droids, Beskar, those little umbrella straws, and Soup

There was little Ordo could do to defend against such an attack at this range. His droid locked in on Gilamar's in a death grip as he fired ripping a hole in the beast abdomen. The metallic scream could be heard for miles as the droid continued to fall toward the ground. Ordo unlocked from his seat and crawled across the claws toward Gilamar before stopping just in front of him.

"Maybe now we both die." he said darkly. As his droid fired it's shock rod generator at Gilamar's droid in almost identical fashion as it had done.

 

[Sheff Zee]

Location: Cinnagar.

"I didn't say speak."

His hand shoved out towards [member="Mala Kulan"] in the blink of an eye. He was pushing the Acolyte out of the ship and it'd be up to him to survive.

Immediately after, the Sith Pureblood leapt out of the shuttle as well, directly above the Sith Lord that was [member="Hion the Herglic"], and he pulled his lightsaber off of his belt as he landed on a building that was overlooking the area that the Herglic was fighting in. From there, the Sith Knight began to run with the aid of Force speed to the Herglic's location. It'd only be a few moments and then he'd engage with the Mandalorians...

 

[Metus De'cal]

Location Cinnagar
Allies: [member="Darth Acarus"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Mala Kulan"]
Enemies: The Mandos
Objective: Aid an ally
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Metus found himself about to reply to his comrade's words before the master answered for them both, pushing the other student out of the ship to fend for himself. He knew how the master felt about those who spoke out of turn or unnecessarily, but to see the reaction kept his mouth shut until he was spoken to. Soon after the Sith warrior jumped from the shuttle as well, and Metus had no choice but to follow or face his wrath later for cowardice. The fall was not too brutal, having used the force to defy the harsh mistress known as gravity to land safely next to his master.

He was not given much time to react however as Acarus sped away, and did his best to try and keep up as they headed towards a skirmish within the battle. Soon either the blood of Mandos would stain his already red robe, or Metus' own life would be taken from him by either cruel fate or a superior foe. For now all he would do is silently follow his master's lead, and fight who had to be fought.

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

Location: Outside the City
Allies: Whoever shows up
Enemies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Objective: Breach outer defenses, Reach the City, Support Infantry, Engage and Eliminate Key Targets


Olivia watched numbers scroll up, becoming larger and larger on her viewscreen as the distance between her squadrons increased. She had no idea why the Sith formation had not opened fire yet, but it mattered little. Whatever trick they had up their sleeve could be withstood by the Beskar-Durasteel alloy armor of her Canderous tanks. "Squadron two and three, focus fire on the left and right escorts. Use missiles to engage the VTOL." She said into her communicator, her own voice sounding echoed and muffled in her ears thanks to the helmet she wore. Flipping a switch on the console, Olivia switched off of the Platoon frequency and limited herself to Squadron One's channel. "We're targeting the big one." She said simply. "Bravo and Charlie, focus on the legs. Alpha will target the head. Give it everything you've got."

Olivia switched back to platoon frequency and felt the turret move ever so slightly as her gunner targeted the Sith walkers. "Platoon halt." She said at last, feeling the vehicle immediately lurch to a stop at her orders. She gave the gunners a moment of silence to adjust their aim... "Fire." She said with venom in her voice. A fraction of a second later the tank shuddered as twin mass drivers roared to life. From the view-slits above her head, she could see One-Bravo and One Charlie open fire as well, their combined fire aimed at the massive Sith walker's vulnerable sections. Briefly her eyes registered the cavitation of Squadron two and three's mass driver projectiles rip through the atmosphere towards their targets, followed quickly by a rapidly approaching volley of anti-vehicle missiles aimed at the VTOL craft.


Combat Force

Spoiler

OLIVIA'S PLATOON
SQUADRON ONE
One-Alpha: Canderous-class Assault Tanks (Olivia): Targeting AT-AW (Cyrus)'s head w/ dual Mass-Driver
One-Bravo: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Targeting AT-AW (Cyrus)'s front-right leg w/ dual Mass-Driver
One-Charlie: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Targeting AT-AW (Cyrus)'s front-left leg w/ dual Mass-Driver

SQUADRON TWO
Two-Alpha: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Targeting right AT-HK w/ dual Mass-Driver & Targeting right Hellhawk w/ 2 Anti-Vehicle Missiles
Two-Bravo: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Targeting right AT-HK w/ dual Mass-Driver & Targeting right Hellhawk w/ 2 Anti-Vehicle Missiles
Two-Charlie: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Targeting right AT-HK w/ dual Mass-Driver & Targeting right Hellhawk w/ 2 Anti-Vehicle Missiles

SQUADRON THREE
Three-Alpha: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Targeting left AT-HK w/ dual Mass-Driver & Targeting left Hellhawk w/ 2 Anti-Vehicle Missiles
Three-Bravo: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Targeting left AT-HK w/ dual Mass-Driver & Targeting left Hellhawk w/ 2 Anti-Vehicle Missiles
Three-Charlie: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Targeting left AT-HK w/ dual Mass-Driver & Targeting left Hellhawk w/ 2 Anti-Vehicle Missiles

 

[Shaw McKeller]

Location: Dropship
Objective: Convert the Wookiee to Cath- I mean, the Lightside
Allies: [member="Grozurra"]
Enemies: Red Glowstick Wavers and the Bug People.

Shaw shrugged slightly at the Wookiee's question.

"It does and it doesn't," he said after a moment. "If you take the Jedi views on the Lightside literally and with a closed mind... yes, they are vastly different. However, if you keep an open mind and allow the views of all to color your vision, without sacrificing your integrity... they are very similar. Even the same in some areas. For example, to defend all life and to love your fellow sentients is integral to the Jedi. Is it not the code of the Mandalorians to love and protect your family? The sentients you call your fellows? The Mandalorians and Jedi viewpoints are similar, the Jedi simply apply it broadly whereas the Mandalorians apply it in a narrow region. This does not mean that one is narrow minded or the other too broad minded. It is just... the way each applies the same perceived views."

The dropship rocked again. The incoming fire was becoming heavier the further down they descended. He knew there would be a nasty fight to be had. It was simply a matter of who would walk away from the bloodshed.

 

[Grozurra]

Location: Somewhere in Cinnagar City; a city as large as a Continent
Allies: [member="Shaw McKeller"]
Enemies: One Sith


Grozurra listened to Shaw and shrugged. "Fair enough." he said simply. He hadn't thought that the too viewpoints were quite so similar, but Shaw made it sound like they were nearly identical. The Jedi simply viewed all creatures as a member of their family.

The dropship shuddered once more, then light flooded the cargo compartment on the other side of the transport's opaque window. A second later, the transport accelerated smoothly and daylight displayed city streets and impossibly large buildings for as far as Grozurra could see. Grozurra could feel the excitement and tinge of fear ripple through the Mandalorian soldiers filling the transport. Each one of them readied their weapons and watched the world roll by out the windows of the transport as it accelerated through the empty streets. Wherever the fighting was, it wasn't here.

Grozzura turned and looked at the interior of the Ani'jarkiv Limo. Expensive finery lined every inch of it, and Beskar plated the outside of it. The wookiee had never been to a core world before, and chose to do so in style. Turning his head to look in the direction of the Droid DJ that was built into the hull of the expensive speeder, Grozurra laughed and gave a simple instruction. "Play something good. And play it as loud as you can." The wookiee said with a laugh and a smile. "Yes Mr. Larraq." Said the droid, programmed to respond to the owner of the vehicle. A moment later, music and bass blared from the vehicle and echoed down the streets of Cinaagar as Shaw and Grozurra's stolen limo accelerated towards battle.

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P0OW5a7P0EY

 

[Kad Kando]

Outside the City
Allies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"], Mandos
Enemies:[SIZE=14.3999996185303px][member="Darth Banshee"], Sith[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.3999996185303px]Objective:Fight back[/SIZE]
[SIZE=14.3999996185303px]Kad pressed on with the rest of his squadron, and toward the city. When they made it into the city, He knew more than one Mando that could use some Bassilisk support. these plans were halted when laser cannons drilled in ground in front of them from above. The Mandos screeched to a halt and appraised the Sith corvette above them. Kad knew it would be a tall order to take it down but with [member="Gilamar Skirata"] fighting [member="Ordo"], he couldn't leave it alone. Besides he had to get in the city, something the ship clearly didn't want to happen. Only one choice. <[/SIZE][SIZE=14.3999996185303px]All units, prep your missiles and ready for launch> [/SIZE][SIZE=14.3999996185303px]He growled into his comm. The bassilisk droids were deceptively quick and even more armed than an average starfighter, despite being much smaller than them. A terrible rumbling began as 10 high-boost engines warmed than activated, sending the war droids screaming into the sky. <Fire Missile salvo!> Kad barked. Missile pods from all of the Bassilisks opened and launched their salvo of shatter missiles, sending 50-odd missiles to their designated target; the Sith Fury.[/SIZE]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Location: Skies above the City
Objective: Live to eat pudding another day!
Enemies: One Sith [member="Ordo"]
Allies: The Mando'ade [member="Kad Kando"] (KEEP POSTING KID)
Music Choice: Treachery

He had expected Ordo's beast to release the death grip after being dealt such a blow...But it seemed the beast was just as tenacious as the rider. Curing under his breath as he heard the smaller metal legs ripped from beneath him and his own beast's cry, he looked up at Ordo, visor to visor.

"Not today aruetii," he spat as his shoulder cannon swung to meet Ordo's chest and fired as Gilamar swung the beskar lance to sweep the man of his feet and fired another shot into the beast's underside, hoping to disengage and regroup. The beskar claws released their hold on Ordo's beast and dropped away. The wings had taken a bit of damage from Ordo's attack and the beast was not stable. He could feel it struggling though, to keep its long time rider safe and alive.

Such was the nature of these complicated metal machines.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cinnigar
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: One Sith (I'm open for dueling. So, fight me!)

The Mandalorian couldn't make the jump as he saw the building to that was in front of him. He decided to give up his pursuit fir it would not do any good for him and the rest of the Mando'ade because he would just neutralize two enemies and not kill a whole platoon or decimate a battalion which would do more damage than eliminating the hostiles that he was after. From the building that he was in he jumped out of it breaking a window in that process and was free falling to the ground. To make the fall less hurtful he put his hand and feet on the wall and slid down towards the ground. After both feet touched the ground he began running through the streets of the city eliminating any Sith or hostile forces in his way and picked up a Beskad from a fallen Mandalorian warrior.

"This is too damn easy. Feels like training," Vilaz said under his T-visored helmet. And he wondered how the Sith were so powerful if they couldn't give him a challenge.

 

[Ordo]

Location: Skies
Objective: Fight Mand'alor
Opponent: [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
Allies: Basilisk War Droids, Beskar, those little umbrella straws, and Soup


Ordo smiled behind his mask as Gil's shoulder mounted weapon fired. Ordo let go of the droid as the weapon breathed death his way and struck at him as wind sucked him away. Several shots hit his armor before he was out of the way. He reached a crushgaunt out and grabbed the Droid as it moved to take his rider away. Ordo clamped down with a hand and began slowly clawing back toward Gilamar. He reached out with the force this time and wrapped it around the mandalore and tried to rip him from his saddle and straight at Ordo. They could make the trip to the ground together.

 

[Shaw McKeller]

Location: Cinnagar City
Objective: Drivin' it Like We Stole it.
Allies: [member="Grozurra"]
Enemies: The One Sith

Shaw watched the landscape blur by as the limo drove on. It wasn't every day one could travel in style, much less as a Jedi. The Jedi thought for a moment as they drove.

He took in the expensive interior of the limo. The premium leather they sat on and undoubtedly were scuffing with their armor. The top shelf booze in the liquor cabinet. The DJ droid and the barkeep droid. The huge, expansive space they sat in and how so many warriors could fit so comfortably. Shaw took in the blaringly loud sound system and what looked like holoprojectors sitting here and there. He took it all in and thought long and hard for a moment as the beskar-plated limo raced down deserted streets and empty roads. Only one question came to him and only one question the Jedi would ask.

"Where did you get a limo?"

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Approaching the giant worm plasma sprayer thing
Objective: Get its attention.
Allies: [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
Enemies: [member="The Hydra Queen"]

In the sky above rode two tempests. Unseen to the mortal eye and hidden from sensors, the pair glided towards their target. Unable to see the other, the two rode in a wide formation so as to prevent any accidental collisions. Both pilots had their waypoints and navigation systems and both knew when to drop their cloaking system. As the two hidden starfighters neared the giant worm that threatened their comrades as it dug into the rock and soil, preparing to spray plasma throughout, the two pilots realized that the time had come.

A pair of bes'uliik starfighters appeared from thin air. A variant custom designed by the very pilots that flew them. The Angels of Death had arrived.

"Angel One to Mando Command," Betna said, knowing it would most likely get passed up the chain of command that they'd arrived. "Angel Wing is on station. Big shabuir spotted. We're gonna try and take him out before we move on to the next waypoint. Angel One out."

He keyed his come over to his lover's frequency. They'd kept comm silence until now, unwilling to get caught by tell tale electronic emissions. He'd also stowed an Ysalamir in the passenger seat on both starfighters to protect them against the Force users they would surely face.

"Alright, Anija," he said over secured comms. "This thing's data files say that it's got starship grade armor on the hide, but I'm guessing that's not the same anywhere else. So, here's the plan..."

He quickly detailed the idea and waited for a response. As he did so, he armed one of the three 250kg Flame-Carpet bombs mounted underneath his starfighter. Hopefully, this little trick would work.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Approaching the giant plasma-spraying worm
Objective: Get its attention.
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
Enemies: [member="The Hydra Queen"]


A frown crossed Anija's face as she listened to Arrbi detail the plan. It seemed straightforward enough. That was a good thing. There were, however, several outside factors to consider. Namely... How quickly would the Siit react to the attack, and in what way....?

As she mulled over it, she flicked through various sensor views of the..creature. The shable thing was massive. Even now, she could see that it had dug itself into the city floor, and started to rear upwards. Inwardly, she sighed and then rolloed her eyes.

The creature was of Vong shaping. As such, she wouldn't have been able to sense it in the Force. Even if she didn't have the fething Ysalamiri frame tucked behind her seat. Just the fact it was there made her roll her eyes. Again. She'd protested heavily, but she had seen the tactical advantage of it.

Sighing, she flicked her sensors back to their normal setting and then keyed her comm. "Ready when you are, Angel One... Let's do this...."

 

[Grozurra]

Location: Somewhere in the City
Allies: [member="Shaw McKeller"]
Enemies: The One Sith


"Well," Grozurra said to Shaw over the communicators built into their helmets. "It was just hanging out in the hanger. So I took it." The wookiee elaborated honestly as the vehicle glided through the city streets. He was going to tell the Mandalorian Jedi more, but a sensation in the force caught his attention. It was like a beacon of all that is good in the universe, and it was close. Grozurra switched his communicator frequency and spoke to the driver. "We have a new target." The wookiee said, his helmet's communicator allowing easy conversation between himself and those who did not speak Shyriiwook. "Take this next right." Grozurra said... A few blocks later, he gave his next instruction. "Turn left at this next building..."

And then they saw it. Massive and illuminated in green light. A beacon in in Force that even the non-sensitive embrace.

McYoda's.

"Pull around the drive-through." Grozurra told the driver. Switching frequencies so everyone in the limo could hear, Grozurra then asked. "Ok, So what's everyone want?" And began writing down their orders.

 

[Tefka]

Location: McYoda's
Allies: One Sith [member="Azal"] [member="Krazhmir Tsaak"] [member="Nas Vua"] [member="Smeg"] [member="Nam Karakk"] [member="Javik Quar-Kai"]
Enemies: [member="Grozurra"] [member="Shaw McKeller"]

"I'll take..."

Descending from his Rakamat through the air towards the group ordering at the drive thru of McYoda's, Tsavong attempted to land with his flame-throwing Kraetos shield heads first on the group as a jet of flame swathed over them all.

"....THE FLAME BROILED WOOKIEE."

 

[Michael Steelfang]

Michael swung his fighter around [member="Itessa"] "Are you alright?" As he saw the girl's fighter get rocked by enemy fire than his mind switched back to the young seer [member="Anastasia Rade"] he quickly opened a second comms channel "Hey sunshine you alright?([member="Anastasia Rade"])" he swearved into a firing postion and unleashed a torrent of bolts tearing through a sith fighter sending the flaming ruins crashing into the streets below "I wonder if that hit someone" his shields flared as he was peppered by laser fire "Oh someone is feeling cheeky"

 

[Tefka]

Location: Outside the City - Western Flank
Allies: One Sith [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
Enemies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"]
Objective: Destroy All Mandalorians

Kymaero tapped his peg leg on the innards of the AT-AW, knocking his co-pilot upside the head.

"Get the proton cannon ready!"

The mass assault group of AT-AWs that Kymaero led was rushing around the western flank of the Mandalorian forces outside the city. The battle had been raging for quite some time now, without any push or pull in any direction. The Admiral had received several reports, however, that the Mandalorian forces within the city were being overrun. Unsure as to whether this was true or not, Kymaero still had a battle to wage out here in the fields.

"Fire it at the center mass of that tank group," he said, pointing at Olivia's forces.

Whooooosh.

The main gun fired it's main weapon, while Kymaero began mobilizing his forces in the direction of Olivia's.

 

[Grozurra]

Location: McYoda's
Allies: [member="Shaw McKeller"]
Enemies: [member="Tsavong Kraal"]



Grozurra had just rolled down the window to place an order when a massive creature suddenly took up his entire view. Fire washed over the side of the Limo, inches from Grozurra's face. Fortunately for the wookiee, the Limo's Ray Shielding prevented the fire from entering the cabin. "CONTACT!" Grozurra yelled over his communicator as he backed away from the window and leveled his weapon at the creature. The wookiee felt the Limo lurch as it rose up and to starboard, getting as much distance from the creature as possible. Soldiers rushed into position on the left side of the Limo. Three additional windows rolled down and automatic weapons were tri-poded into place to shoot through three of the other windows on the left side of the Limo. Two .52 caliber Automatic Weapons and a 40mm Automatic Grenade Launcher were quickly manned as the squads of infantry prepared themselves for combat.

Realizing just how massive the creature was, and suddenly realizing that he had accidentally brought them right next to a large group of enemies, Grozurra turned to Shaw and voiced his decision. "We need to keep that thing off the Limo and away from the troops." He said before walking to the main access hatch. "So... Lets go say hi." He said as he threw the door open and lept from the vehicle, quickly followed by the Jedi. A second later, two pair of class 10 Beskar'Kandar boots impacted firmly with the ground and a Mandalorian soldier was hastily attempting to close the door to the Limo.


"You interrupted my meal." Grozurra said, his external speakers transmitting his voice into galactic basic. The armored wookiee lowered his bowcaster and slung it over his shoulder where it rested soundly against his back. Two beskar-forged Ryyk Blades found their way into Grozurra's hands as he adopted an aggressive combat stance. "Not smart."

 

[Soeht]

Location: A Cinnagar rooftop, alone
Allies: [member="Lieutenant Kir"], [member="Commander Orin"], [member="Quinn Vos"], [member="Krazhmir Tsaak"]
Enemies: [member="Jaden Taacyn"]
Objective: Destroy the Bral and return the battlefield to normal

As the proton cannons were fired, Darth Junra say a swarm of One Sith fighters and bombers fly overhead. She had ordered for a tactical airstrike earlier and it was soon to be delivered. They raced toward the approximate location of the Bral carrying the Ysalamiri. Unless there was something else going on, Darth Junra determined the location of the Bral due to the fact that the decoys did not have any Ysalamir. Therefore, the location that she relayed to all of the One Sith was the correct one.

Darth Junra had managed to determine the location of the Bral through the Force. As she explained to Tylan, this was as if observing a black hole. One could not truly see a black hole, yet one could note the disturbing absence of light if one was to assume stars and objects were behind it. Also, one could notice the effects that a black hole might have on the space around it. She said that Ysalamir were similar in how they blocked her ability to influence the area within it. Since Ysalamiri formed a semispherical bubble of Force negation from its underground garage, it was a simple case of geometry applied to her observations of the limits to the Force negating bubble.

The orders that Darth Junra had given to the bombers was simple: “Bomb everything in the area indicated and do not cease until otherwise ordered.”

On the rooftop that she stood on with a team of snipers and scouts looking out for her, Daella looked out to the distance to see the fighters and bombers approach their targets. Anti-aircraft vehicles that the Mandalorians possessed attacked the large squadron. Flares bursted forth from the aircraft as they attempted to dodge the fire. Daella witnessed several fighters and bombers get shot.

Then, she saw the first wave of bombers begin to drop their payload on the area that Daella determined the Bral to be located at. Regardless of the Bral being cloaked or not, the bombs were dropped. The One Sith had witnessed the Bral’s capability of being able to cloak itself on Coruscant - and thus had every justification for simply destroying everything within the area that Daella pointed out.

The wailing of the bombs would give plenty of warning for wary people near the Bral to make their escape.

Combined with the proton beam cannons, the devastation on the area surrounding the Bral would be tremendous and likely destroy it - and thus possibly return the battlefield to a neutral state.