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Tsavong frowned as he met with devastating impact against them and the gigantic behemoth merely bounced off, rattling his bones and sending him flying from the limo. He landed behind the Drive Thru Order Menu.
He didn't quite know what to do at this point, dusting off his shield and resuming a crouching stance, attempting to hid his massive bulk behind the drive thru sign.
"Oh... uh.... my bad...what were you ordering?"
He was just kind of winging it as Tsavong heard the cock-and-locking of the opponent's vast weaponry.
LOCATION: Outside the city, western flank ALLIES: One Sith, [member="Kymaero Vol"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] ENEMIES: Mandalorians, [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] OBJECTIVE: SHOOT THINGS?!
Mantorok sat cramped inside the infernal machine of war otherwise known as the AT-AW.
Thankfully the large and uncomfortable Chistori was not piloting, nor was he managing the impressive weaponry that the top turret held. CREW OF SEVEN, MY SCALY ASS. That was his general line of thinking as the six legged walker followed the rest of the assault group.
“IT IS TOO LOUD IN HERE.”
Nobody really engaged Mantorok's comments, more inclined to focus on the heat of battle and defending what was theirs. Fair enough. Although the large reptile did let a large huff of air leave his nostrils upon being ignored.
Whooooosh.
It was not just one proton cannon that fired upon the Mandalorian forces, but several. Poor Olivia, talk about a bad day for your men.
Whooooosh.
The sight of destruction stirred the lust for violence that lurked within him. Mantorok was tired of being cooped up within the walking death box, his amphistaff, coiled loose around his right arm felt much the same, head hissing and snapping at the air. Suddenly he got carried away.
“FIRE MORE!” the Chistori demanded in his usual shouting manner, “FIRE THE LASERS! FIRE THE CANNON AGAIN!” His claw balled into an excitably fist and whacked hard against the (thankfully) helmeted pilot. “MORE BLASTER FIRE! MORE MORE! GRAAAAAGGHHHHH!!!”
"Well, for starters," said the beskar plated former Death Watch soldier. "I heard good things about the McYoda chili-cheese burger."
He'd managed to get his shield on the way out and set the bottom edge ahead of his foot to the left. The massive beskar plate, much like the armor he wore, had seen decades of service and countless battlefields. The sword he rested on his right shoulder, however, was newer. A replacement for the beskar battleaxe he'd left behind on Concordia the day he'd left the terrorist organization. Despite his relaxed body language, underneath the armor he was tensed, coiled, and ready to strike.
"Though I have to admit it's a toss up between that and the McYoda spicy-fried chicken sandwich. My doctor says I shouldn't have it because of my cholesterol, but sometimes you just gotta get some fast food," he finished. He fought without the Force just now, but after decades of combat, he knew well enough that the Force wasn't always needed.
Grozurra blinked. He was... Unsure if the creature was serious or not. He could truly use a Mon Calamari to tell him if he was being lulled into a false sense of security or not. To be honest, if it wasn't for his inability to sense the creature in the force he would not have been able to tell if it was Sith or Yuuzhan Vong.
Glancing over his shoulder at the Limo, Grozurra saw that the windows had been rolled down and the automatic weapons had been pushed forward so that their barrels were protruding through the shielding. Likewise, he could see a pair of soldiers at each of the other two port windows, weapons protruding partially through the ray shielding.
Whatever this creature was... Whatever its intentions... It was an enemy and it would be dealt with.
Food would have to wait.
"Stay sharp." Grozurra said into his communicator, directed at the platoon of soldiers in the Limo. "Keep an eye on the surrounding city streets and engage anything that gets too close. For now... We'll handle this thing."
Switching back to external speakers, Grozurra yelled at the Vong in front of him. "I WANTED A HAPPY MEAL!" He screamed as he charged the massive creature.
Cinnagar Airdrop Target Acquisition The United Mandalorian Clans The One Sith
Curious, there were Vong of sorts there on the ground below, according to numerous reports. How very curious.
It had been a long time since Ashelotte had seen a piece of Vong biology, even her own hand. Placing the sharply clawed beskar gauntlet against the glass of the Diva of Mandalore, for one last moment she absorbed all the beauty and tranquility that was the quiet horizon of a world from the stretches of orbit.
A single invisible fighter quickly left the forward hangar of the flat, rectangular corvette, invisible to every piece of modern technology known to man. It quickly descended unto the world below, before its only biological occupant slid the canopy back and let themselves fall free from its grasp. The Deathbell fighter flew away through the AMD's own autopilot, but Ashelotte continued to descend upside-down, falling gracefully against the draft, to the top of the city. Her fall was broken by a careful exertion of the Force into a wall of wind and gusts of fire.
There she stood, an unassuming young vixen clad in cosmic black hair and six white tails, two Dauntlesses strapped to her hips and a 'Crushclaw' over her right hand. The Force wouldn't help her any more, but each one of her blades would.
Dred was broadsided with a volley of blaster bolts coming from the alley. Most of the shots either struck armor or hit his droid which did nothing to deter the robotic beast doing its job. Problem was one of those bolts nailed the mandalorian bear in the head, even with the beskar helmet the impact of a hit was still enough to daze even the toughest of warriors. And in those few moments of black dots and stars the battle field around him erupted with devilish insects and rodents intent on swarming the Mandalorians trapped on the streets. There was a lot of explosions, screaming and death.
Then lick a light switch the mountain of a warrior snapped to, his veterened reflexes quickening into over drive as he commanded his war droid to continue the onlsaught of the pests before it. His HUD targeting system kept track of the person who had peppered him with bolts, watching her as she changed focus upon two mandalorian women and taking the fight the roof.
"Follow me Cyar'ika!" Dred would command The countess to follow him and watch his back while he gives chase to sith.
Dred would ignite his rocket boots and ascend to the very rooftop [member="Laufeia Carzi"] was upon, leaving his war droid far below to keep up the battle. The very moment He landed on the rooftop he caught sight of the slippery woman, her back turned to him as she fired upon his fellow mando'ade, and with out hesitation he would charge the smaller framed warrioress with his large sword in the high guard. There would be no back and forth monolog, or even a return fire of blaster bolts. No Dred wanted this Sith cut in two, his sword thirsted for blood and his eyes hungered for the view of her insides.
The very moment he got into range he would bring his heavy blade to bear upon her with all intentions of cleaving the woman in two with one swell swoop of his beskar great sword.
"Jawa Juice?" Shaw said with a frown. "Oh, you mean Juri Juice. I could go for one, honest- Wait, they sell alcohol at McYoda's?"
Before anything else could be said from his end, Grozurra shouted something about a Happy Meal and charged.
"Oh, I guess we're attacking then. Alright, then."
With that, McKeller lifted his shield up and lumbered forward. The blade still sat on his shoulder, but the muscles bunched under the armor. He'd open up with a simple swing of Jag'Kyramud and gauge the reaction. Reading your opponent was half the battle.
Location: Charging the city with his best buddies and loads of minions Objective: Remove the Mandalorian infestation from the city Allies: The One Sith, the Hrosha-Gul, and others Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, and surprisingly; [member="Rave Merrill"]
The charge had begun, and soon enough the entirety of the Vornskr'ei poured into the city alongside the Hrosha-Gul and other One Sith infantry and armored forces, plowing through most of the Mandalorian forces that were caught unawares of the blitz. However; the Mandalorians became quickly aware of the charging forces, and began to fight back. Many had even decided to ignite their jet-packs and fly up into the sky to escape the ravaging horde storming the streets, but even they were not safe from the Vornskr'ei's ferocity. The winged Vanr, their natural flight making them swifter than the artificial flight utilized by the Mandalorians, were quickly to rush those that came into the air. Four of them could easily swarm a Mandalorian, and peel off the armor while he or she struggled, and destroy the jetpack before letting them plummet to their deaths on the grounds far below.
When the army broke through into the city the Graug served as the vanguard, their size and numbers making them perfect tanks to throw at the enemy relentlessly to overpower them. Their armored glycons smashed through buildings and crushed Mandalorians whenever they could, although the beskar made it difficult to sufficiently crush them into a pulp, the impact from such an attack was usually enough to shatter and crush bone. However; it would be the Blackblades that had an intricate knowledge on how to kill a Mandalorian efficiently on the battlefield, a skill that had been honed on the battlefields of Junction and Concord Dawn, where the Blackblades had slaughtered many, many Mandalorians in droves for the glory of the Old Empire. They would put those skills to use now in the name of their Lord and the One Sith.
Vornskr was rushing through the city astride his vong-beast, before the latter was slain by a long-range missile fired by a nameless Mandalorian that Vornskr didn't even really see. With his mount slain, Vornskr was forced to traverse the rest of the way on-foot, but before he could continue onward, the mighty [member="Tsavong Kraal"] suggested that Kaine move to the rooftops to aid his One Sith brethren against the Mandalorians. Figuring anywhere was fine, Vornskr lunged onto the side of a nearby building, and climbed up until he reached the rooftop. From his vantage point on the roof, he was able to spot a curious gaggle of Sithspawn running from a ship into a nearby establishment that Vornskr determined was a museum. Vornskr narrowed his eyes and decided to investigate the mystery surrounding these sithspawn, and made his way towards the museum in question.
En route to the museum, Vornskr sensed quite a familiar individual within the museum.
Someone he had never expected to see in this battle.
Tylan cursed inaudibly under his breath as his saber cut into the rooftop, missing Ava completely due the entropic nature of this entire affair upon the rooftops of Cinnagar. Clicking the trigger of his lightsaber, it deactivated rather quickly as he stood up, dusting himself off yet again. Watching Ava, The Hydra Queen, and Smeg roll around like a wanton ball of chaos, jetpack and vomit, Tylan shook his head a moment, before rolling his eyes and sighing just a bit. This situation was well out of his hands at this point, and truth be told, the Knight really wanted nothing to due with this whole now disgusting, stomach bile covered fight.
Idly, he turned his attention for a moment to the streets below, where he saw a single Mandolorian cutting a swath through various Sith soldiers littered across the cracked pavement. Cracking just the slightest grin, he could hear him below quite clearly in a moment of pure clarity...
"This is too damn easy. Feels like training."
With that, Tylan bent over, grabbing the edge of the building he was on, and let centrifugal force do it's thing, flipping heel over head to the building's side. Igniting the saber once more mere inches from the wall, he used it as a sort of anchor, rappelling down the building in a few rather clunky but effective bounds. Such improvisation was necessary with the BRAL still active. He trusted that LAdy Junra would have the insidious machine disabled soon enough. For now, no matter, as he answered the rather backwoods sounding Mandolorian in kind.
"Then perhaps it's time someone taught you a new lesson, mein junge."
With that, the violet blade lifted up over Tylan's head, angled 45 degrees behind him, both hands clasping the saber's hilt in the Djem So style.
Location: Outside the City
Allies: Whoever shows up
Enemies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Mantorok"], [member="Kymaero Vol"] (SHAME ON YOU for interrupting my fight with Cyrus.)
Objective: Breach outer defenses, Reach the City, Support Infantry, Engage and Eliminate Key Targets
As soon as her platoon had opened fire, Olivia had come under fire herself. Sensor pings showed additional walkers diverting from the main column. What sounded like a loud explosion echoed through the vehicle as tank one-bravo spun and then crashed into the dirt. Olivia grabbed the edge of her seat with one hand and channeled the communicator with the other. "Status report!" She demanded from the microphone. "What the frell was that?" She inquired. Canderous tanks were the most heavily armored assault vehicle in the Mandalorian arsenal. Thanks to its Beskar armor, it was likely the most heavily armored vehicle in the galaxy. A single hit should not have destroyed the vehicle.
"We're fine mam. Left repulsor is offline. Looks like a glancing hit." Came the voice from her communicator.
"Is the turret operational?" Asked Olivia, aware that the vehicle would serve just as well as a stationary turret than a tank. She was furious though. Nothing should have done that much damage to a Canderous tank with just a glancing hit. The only thing that did that much damage was a Proton Cannon. <Proton Cannon...> Olivia thought to herself. The only ground vehicle armed with Proton Cannons that she was aware of was the Skocha.
"Turret is operational mam." Answered the Sergeant.
"Then target those walkers and continue firing." She ordered.
A loud clang reverberated through the hull of the tank as a shot ricocheted off the front of her tank. <Another Proton Cannon, I presume.> Olivia thought to herself. She would have to contact [member="Popo"] about the matter once the battle was over. If the Supreme Chancellor's Tenloss Corporation was selling Proton Cannons to the Sith, she wanted to know about it. And if it wasn't the slug, then someone from the CIS was to blame for this nasty surprise.
Switching frequency to the entire platoon, Olivia gave her orders. "All vehicles, deactivate repulsors and go hull-down. Engage targets at your own discretion. Recommend targeting the legs." She said to them. One walker was cakewalk. An entire lance of them would be a problem. And she couldn't be bogging her soldiers down with waiting on orders. Right now she had to trust them to do their job and engage the enemy.
<Proton Cannons.> Olivia thought to herself once more. <We can still win this.>
The hull of the tank 'clanged' against the ground as it lowered itself into place and the repulsors were brought offline. The vehicle shook slightly as the main cannons fired once more at the approaching enemy walkers. "Make sure you're targeting the legs." Olivia said to her gunner as she thought about their situation. They could win this engagement, but it was unlikely she'd get out of it with more than a single squadron of damaged tanks. Sighing, she accepted that she had bit off more than she wanted to chew.
Not that she couldn't chew it.
She just didn't want to.
Flipping through frequencies until she reached the GROUND-COM channel, Olivia clenched her fist before forcing herself to pipe up and ask for help. "This is Canderous Platoon Sierra-Zero-Niner, off-grid and outside the city. We've come under heavy fire from assault walkers armed with Proton Cannons... What additional forces do we have in the area?"
Location: Rooftops Allies: [member="Quinn Vos"], other Sith Enemies: [member="Elara Lok"] and [member="Dred Varad"] Objective: Survive and kill Mando's
The sound of a jetpack behind her alerted her. Without the noise she wouldn't have known she was in danger. The whole not being able to control the Force thing wasn't very nice. She didn't have a lot of training in it yet, but it was still an important part of who she was. She'd grown accustomed to those gut feelings she'd had over the last few hundred years. Now they were gone and she was forced to rely on her senses instead. She could do so, she just preferred not to.
She kept firing on that distant foe, though she spaced the shots a bit and listened between them. The sounds of footfalls, Dred is one big dude in a lot of armor, alerted her to the danger. She made a decision at the last possible moment and went with it, hoping it was for the best.
Doing the splits at exactly the right moment, she narrowly avoided being cleaved in two. Close call, too, some of her hair got chopped off and she didn't have much of that since she kept it trimmed into a nice silvery white mohawk. Hairs were precious! She rolled forwards, and as she flipped over again, away from him, she fired a couple of shots at him. She didn't know what kind of arsenal he had on him, but she had to find out if she was going to fight him. Somehow.
The armored mountain was no stranger to sneaky acrobatics as he witnessed [member="Laufeia Carzi"] barely dip under his mighty swing with a risky split. She would then roll forwards and twist about in attempt to get some distance between herself and the beast that opposed her. Problem was, this mandalorian was a warrior through and through and he was a brawler to the heart. The moment she rolled, He took two long and quick strides in pursuit and keeping in close quarters with tactic on trying to never let her out of his reach.
Her gun rose to fire upon the juggernaut and with a armored back hand from the left, Dred would have knocked the weapon off aim. At the same time Dred would attempt to crush the female anzati's skull with a powerful downward strike with the pommel of his sword that was gripped tightly in his right hand.
Dred was an animal and fought with the ferocity of a beast.
Location: Cinnagar near the Bral Allies: One Sith, [member="Darth Junra"] [member="Laufeia Carzi"] Enemies:Jaden Taacyn Objective: "Let's Go Fly a Kite"
There were many things that happened among outside forces she failed to sense. One thing she didn't fail to see was the movement of Jaden's beast. She moved too, and quickly. Instead of going away from it, her shield slipped down and she held it between herself and the droid as she rushed forward and dove beneath its body as the Mando was distracted talking to his troops.
A plasma blast skidded off the top of the shield, the force making her arm go temporarily numb. As she skidded beneath the beast, she shoved her beskar spear upwards to jam and hopefully disable the beast's firing mechanism. Rolling back to her feet and now to the side of the rider and beast she sprung from the ground, her toned-form going on a collision path to meet the mando in a grapple.
She didn't count on a few things: the area around them suddenly being razed with enough fire power to melt skin from bone and metal to liquid pools, how much her body slamming into the mando's armor would hurt if connected, and her knee going on an impact path to brush against the activation switch to his jetpack which would send them both, flying skyward.
Location: Cinnagar Streets Allies:Mando'ade Squad: Neskar, Anastasia, Navio Enemies:Dar'jetti Objective: Beach the Whale; [member="Hion the Herglic"]
The glory of battle was upon the Mando'ade, and though the numbers were bleak, and they were truly the underdogs of this story - their bravado drew upon the conflict like the Dark Siders they faced drew upon the Force (those that could with the Bral being deployed). War was their heritage, their culture, their birthright. The Sith may have been proficient in fighting, but they were not raised in a culture that truly embraced conflict as the only way to grow and thrive. There was honor in this, there was even honor in the death of the 'ade. Every soul being taken by the Manda meant a victorious eternal reward for the Mandalorians, and they were proud to be counted among their brethren that fell in the heat of battle. Though despite their determinant resolve to make war - there was still sound strategy, and the Mandalorians were renown for their cut-throat tactics and brilliant strategies that helped them overcome forces far more oppressive than this opposition for thousands of years pre-dating some of the current civilizations and almost every faction in the Galaxy to date.
Besk'ar bootclips raced across the rubble strewn duracrete, keeping close watch on the distant fireworks that beat upon the Herglic who still stood atop his massive mount (though it lay dead) it was still an impressive focal point to which Hion had yet to come down from. He'd managed to catch light of the force breaker grenade which was tossed out before it could subdue his connection to the Force, but he wasn't going to combat the entire armada of the standing Red Legion and Mandalorian brigade here on the city streets all by his lonesome. That much was evident as other of his allies made tracks to their location. Azrael's focus remained consistent however as other vode from his squad met the Sith allies head on. Blasters, grenades, shrapnel and fire descended like a plaque on the black and white creature atop the dead Drexl. Ripping into the flesh of his flippers and face while the orbalisk armor protected the rest of his form. Much akin to the protection of beskar'gam, these creatures were nigh impenetrable - but came with a hefty price-tag. Soon though, the whale was preparing to strike back.
As the mighty drawing of breath was taken, Azrael turned his attention for adequate cover the moment the harmonic melody just began to leave the lips of the Herglic. Sliding into a dive, his left hand hefted one of the mighty wings of the Drexl (the one without massive tears in the flesh) and ducked under it's embrace. Encapsulated and out of sight, the harmonics rang over, the encampment. Not only was he attempting to shatter and destroy the tubes containing the force repelling lizards of Myrkr, but anything else remotely susceptible to the great sonic cry. Unfortunately for Hion, while the tubes were transparisteel, their visors were not. Most were highly compressed besk'ar, thin enough to see through but quite sturdy. Those that didn't have the fortune of that were mostly equipped with absorption visors. There were certainly a few Red Legion that suffered at the voice of this killer whale, but a good remnant were still going strong - their weapons weren't exactly faring as well though. The Drexl's thick hide however was adequate protection for the harmonic range, and buffered the intense vibrations to save both Azrael and his lizard from the devastation.
Once the sonic emissions abated, the Field Marshal made quick work of pulling himself out into a combat role. His visor adjusted to track the motion of Hion who was already on the move. For a creature its size, the speed was impressive, but it wasn't going to beat the sophisticated tracking system of his HUD. Drawing out his left arm, Azrael fired his hook-shot which lanced across the path of Hion's force rage charge, and stuck deep into a duracrete building at the opposite end. Immediately he pulled the inter-twined monoflimant cable taught. Strong enough to lift several hundred pounds; he quickly jerked it upwards the second it would make contact with Hion. While the cable might break itself, the force of the stopping power against already damaged shins (at least that was the general area) should be enough to topple the creature over or at least make him stumble. A dead run was taken next, as the distance was closed in, and he resided within the ten meters needed to rip the influence of the Force away from the Herglic and level his Vornskyr scattergun at the beast squeezing the semi-automatic trigger with every footfall.
"Haatyc or'arue jate'shya ori'sol aru'ike nuhaatyc." The Field Marshal chided as he leveled blast after blast of the scattergun against the form of Hion without hesitation and without mercy. He didn't approach in a run anymore, he merely took measured steps as he kept the ammunition pumping out to lay thick against the armor and the exposed parts of his rubber like flesh. It was always good to have one enemy that he could see rather than hundreds of smaller ones he couldn't. Azrael had taken down a giant Sith controlled Terentatek with a team before, and he would champion this beast as well.
The bellow of overpressure had dealt a serious blow to the fore ranks of the Red Legion, those left alive still struggled to recover. The rear began to move up to engage the massive Herglic as ordered by Azrael. Against their overwhelming firepower, even a Sith Lord could not hope to survive. Yet Orcus was not alone.
These Mandalorians fought on the streets of Cinnagar. They would do well to remember who owned this planet.
Sith reinforcements, brought by [member="Darth Acarus"] and others, began to arrive, harrying the outer edges of the Red Legion and drawing their focus by firing on them from atop roofs and inside buildings. The Red Legion, standing for the most part in the open streets, clustered around a single foe, seemed ill-prepared to receive such an assault.
Orcus did not see the reinforcements, nor did he care. In the depths of a Dark Rage, he was more mindless monster than master tactician, acting purely on the instinct of a killer. He charged down on the ants before him, saber lifted high to smite them, when suddenly something zipped across his feet. The Force left him then as a warrior closed in on his peripheral vision. Orcus had the barest moment of pure dread as his strength deserted him and all his pain came flooding back, then his legs hit the cable. If it had been shins meeting the durasteel, they would have snapped, but his orbalisk armor stretched all across his body, ending only at the extremities of his flippers, head and feet.
The world spun upside down and Orcus found himself tumbling across the ground. He had the instinct to tuck his knees to his chest and curl his body tight so that he rolled over his shoulder instead of face planting. The hulking Herglic rolled across the street at a ridiculous velocity, plowing down or scattering Mandalorians in his path like a boulder down a hill. Scattergun shots ripped into exposed tricep, sending hot blood splashing across his neck, but the rest ricocheted across his orbalisks. He felt sudden relief as the Force flooded back into him, his roll carrying him outside of Azrael's range.
In this manner Orcus bounced across the battlefield until he fetched up against the side of a building. The Herglic uncurled himself got shakily to his feet, unsteady due to the massive chunk that had been blown out of his foot. Blood dripped in long strings from the shrapnel still sticking out of his flipper and half of his face was a melted mess of burnt blubber.
Nerves drowning in agony, he loosed another keen of fury directed at any coming toward him. Specifically, Azrael. The shockwave nowhere near as powerful as the previous, but it still sent incoming troops flying through the air like ragdolls.
With the Red Legion now engaged from a multitude of sides, the attention would likely shift away from the Sith Lord lest the Mandalorians have their position overrun.
Location: Cinnagar
Allies: [member="Azrael"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Navio"]
Enemies: [member="Sero Valrel"] [member="Darth Angrel"]
Objective: Dodge Fire storm of bullets
The screams and cries of battle were familiar sounds to the young witch. She had heard such cries and pleading on a daily basis. Sadly amongst all the newness it was a comfort to hear something so familiar that she could handle. She had always faced everything head on as she never had a choice in the past. Now that she had a choice, she wouldn't change a thing.
The pain from the Force bellow yet again had her down on her knees. It was worse than being electrocuted and a part of her felt like she was going to die. Well, maybe throw up first and than die but she wouldn't. Really that was her being over dramatic.
Gasping she struggled to get to her feet yet she managed to do so still grasping tightly onto her bow. It looked like while she was party of one going after a Sith lover he was not. He had an army of Sith following right behind him.
Glancing up she saw the fire storm of bullets headed in her general direction. She needed to get out of the way and fast but not before shooting another arrow at [member="Sero Valrel"]. With the help of some fancy footwork she was able to keep herself alive however not unscathed. More than half a dozen bullets ended up either grazing her shoulder or abdomen which if you asked Anastasia hurt more than those that actually hit her. Gritting her teeth she pulled back another arrow aimed at the so called leader. She was not going down that easy.
MUSEUM
[member="Darth Vornskr"]
Objective: Give Kaine his 5000'th post
Vornskr would find an odd tableau. In close-fitting armour of muted, matte gold, Rave stood before a gallery of statues. The educated eye would see them as Sith-derived, though anything blatantly Sith would likely have been taken by the occupiers. Behind her stood arrayed a half-circle of several dozen tuk'ata, several thousand pelko bugs, and a smattering of hssiss. She liked the classics.
She turned as he entered the statuary chamber, and the sithspawn melted into side passages. "I'd forgotten you worked for the One Sith, believe it or not." Entropy's blood-mottled blade hissed from its sheath; she whirled it experimentally. "How have you been, Kaine?"
Location: Within the Cinnegar Museum of Arts and other whatchamacallits Objective: Duke it out with an old acquaintance, and post my 5000th post! *Lots of rejoicing* Allies: The One Sith, the Hrosha-Gul, and others Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, and surprisingly; [member="Rave Merrill"]
The doors to the chamber were thrown open with a thunderous crash of metal upon metal, the impact of the doors cracking the walls from the brute force behind their opening. In strode the Sith Lord, Darth Vornskr, Emperor of the Pacanth Reach, and overall not-so-very-nice-guy. He was clad in intimidating durasteel war-gear, and a cloak of dark green wool was attached to both pauldrons, and fluttered behind him as he entered the room to stare curiously at Rave and her grim menagerie.
"You surprise me, Merrill. Of all people, I never thought you would throw yourself in with barbarians."
He continued to stride closer towards Rave till he was several meters away from her, his right hand gently resting on the hilt of the Sith-sword sheathed across his back, the twin-sister to Kryptus' Sith-sword "Daesumnor", the wicked blade "Derriphan". He brandished his shining weapon with a firm two-handed grip and stared down Rave with an amused smirk plastered across his face, although such a thing was hidden behind the mask he wore across his face.
"I've been rather well, Merrill. How about you?"
Vornskr then lunged at Merrill with a powerful overhead slash, his speed quite ferocious despite his intimidating and towering frame.
The Zabraki Acolyte instantly pushed his hands forward, propelling him into a dive, aiming for a softer landing place than the ground. A dead body. As he neared his landing spot, Mala Kulan spread out his arms, and continued his dive feet first, his cloak and arms slowing his plummet. He landed beside [member="Darth Acarus"], he whipped his lightsaber out of his utility belt, balancing himself, his head spinning with vertigo. "Sorry, master." he uttered, still blinking the sting out of his eyes.
The Mandolorians had spotted them and were quickly advancing.
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