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

[Velok the Younger]

MUSEUM

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

She really should have worn her powered armor, but the dull-gold suit would have to do. She knew better than to face a big Djem So stylist blow for blow, not when he was swinging a blade she knew intimately -- Daesumnor's mate, Derriphan, the sword she'd traded for the Belia Darzu holocron. Instead she met the downstrike with a glancing parry of Entropy, her blood-mottled single-edged weapon. Unlike Derriphan, it had no power to trap souls; unlike Derriphan, it could shear through and withstand just about any Force powre known to man.

Even the glancing impact sent a shiver down her arms and her spine. Her parry redirected his blade down to her right, but she was already moving, stepping in and to the left as she twisted her wrists in a clockwise partial helix. Her light, quick sword slashed up and in, aiming to skid along his metal-clad arms and take a chunk out of his face.

You know, in a friendly sort of way.

 

[The Hydra Queen]

DA LOCATION: Cinnagar rooftop to the SKY
DA ALLIEZ: The One Sith, The Hydra Queen, @Morningstar [member=Smeg] [member="Tsavong Kraal"] [member="Krazhmir Tsaak"]
DA ENEMIEZ: Mandalorians : [member="Ava Lok"] @B'Arin Graad
DA OBJECT: Fly with me baby


"Ha̡hah̵a͠ha͠h̸ahah̡aha̷ha̵HA̡HAH̶A͏HA͝ḨA̸HAHA̢HA̕AH͠HAAHAHHAHAHAH́A"

Came the roar of her laughter, the Hydra Queen's claws reaching from the pinning of Ava's wrist and throat to curl around her intimately once more. She grabbed a hold, and just before B'Arin would have crashed against the two, would have met air.

Her vast wings expanded, and with a sudden thrust of them beating down, would take the newly infected Mandalorian up for an intimate flight. They would be airborne, flying higher and higher with every beat of her wings.

In the background, the massive carpet bombing of napalm against the Chorm Vorne worm would cause a reaction as intended. At least, in the form of stopping the spewing of plasma globs as the tubes would return back to the mouth of the circular glowing mining shaft. Yorrik coral stood up well against the flames, but like all things would likely not continue to sustain consistent damage.

One massive maw would attempt make a grab for [member="Arrbi Betna"].

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Location: In the sky
Allies:???
Enemies:???
Objective: Survive [member="The Hydra Queen"]

The upwards flight made her stomach lurch, but the wind granted her some luck as the bile shifted from her eyes. She could open them, but she could feel its movement. The bile had a mind of its own, creeping through her pores seeping its way into her blood.

She wanted to fight against to grasp the woman had on her, but she found her body slow to respond. Her mind almost confused about why she should fight her.

"What have you done to me!?"

 

[Pa'Kar Sang]

Location: Somewhere up in the air
Objective: Get the kark out of Dodge
Allies: The Mando'ade
Enemies: The One Sith
His Next Hot Date: [member="Quinn Vos"]

You know, usually when things went bad for Jaden, nothing went right. The girl's shield had survived the power of a laser cannon and once again, these Force users continued to amaze him. He hadn't failed to notice her lithe form slidding underneath him and his droid. What he wasn't expecting was the half tackle, half hug that awaited him.

"Ooof," he grunted, his jetpack suddenly launching him skyward. On instinct he wrapped one arm around her small waist to keep her from not splatting on the ground below, or becoming his bes'uliik's next meal. "You're a lot cuter up close and personal Cyar'ika...If you wanted a date, you could have just asked," the young Mandalorian said. Would Mia's ghost kill him for flirting with a Sith? Probably. He wouldn't have been surprised if-

"Oh by the Manda..." he groaned as Mia's vengence came to fruition in the form of falling bombs was signaled by the screams of the payloads. The metalic roar from his war beast brought a sense of calm to him as the giant form flew over the pair, grasping them in its claws gingerly. The woman was lucky that these beasts were smart enough to know their riders...Or she would have been shredded to pieces by its armor piercing claws.

The beast roared out of the blast zone at breakneck speeds as all around them, the 500 meter stretch of city was obliterated by the bombs. Behind his helmet he let his thoughts drift to the brave men and women who had no doubt lost their lives in the blast...

::S-Sir...:: a weak call came over the radio. ::S-Sir...I-I can't feel my legs...The Bral...its crushed, its gone. Who's coming for us? Sir!?:: Desperation clung to the young woman's voice. She was the only survivor...And it pained Jaden to know that no one would be able to dig her up from the wreckage...Unless they could push the Sith away from the planet. ::Stay calm vod...Stay calm:: It was all he could say.

The Mando'ade would not die today.

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

Location: Rooftops
Enemy: Laufeia Carzi
Allies: Mandos, [member="Dred Varad"]

Hearing Dred order to follow him. Letting herself push a few buttons which in turn made a beeping sown on her arm. That was all set she could control the wardroid to cause damage. This putting a smirk on her face under her helmet as she jumped off the monster of beast fighter. Her feet not touching the ground as she blasted off in the direction of Dred as she got closer. Finding him already ingaged in a fight with a sith. It was as if the dance had started with out her. He was his back up that what she would do.

Getting her sniper rifle from the back of her shoulder as she let herself scope out those below as she started to pick them off one by one. All Dred had to do was say the word and a bullet would come whiz past Dred and strike the sith between the eyes. Knowing that Bear of a Man lived for battle it was glorious to watch she would replay it back later. Learn from it even those he was doing this by force there was still things to learn. If she would every have to face someone so big to know weakness that was the key in her own fighting style.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Within the Cinnegar Museum of Arts and other whatchamacallits
Objective: Duke it out with an old acquaintance
Allies: The One Sith, the Hrosha-Gul, and others
Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, and surprisingly; [member="Rave Merrill"]

Music:
[media]https://soundcloud.com/themostepicmusic/two-steps-from-hell-black[/media]

With his sword deflected, and Rave moving in to strike at him, Vornskr released his right hand from gripping his Sith sword. He now held "Derriphan" in a single-handed grip, but he did not bring it around just yet. Instead, Vornskr brought his right arm up to protect his face from Rave's attack, the plate armor protecting him from her slashing strike, and his Mandalorian crushgaunt suddenly lashing out to knock her blade aside so he could execute the next phase of his counter. Vornskr would change his hold on his sword from a standard grip to a reverse grip, and with the strength of a warrior, he would then attempt to bring the pommel of his weapon right towards her head.

He wasn't looking to kill her exactly, because he respected and had ambitions that could yet still require her aid, but he would break her if it meant putting her out of commission for a time.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

And as if he wasn't hitting her with a sword that could trap souls, she winked at him.

Daesumnor and Derriphan were Force-imbued blades, in a sense, or at least a composite of that art and of alchemy. Both traditions shared a quality: Things made by them worked best for their makers, responded best to their makers, loved their makers. The weapon twisted in his hand, bringing its crossguard to point toward and away from him, its point to aim down somewhat-

Entropy's light blade whirled back from where his gauntlet had sent it. The blood-mottled sword slammed out and down at the underside of the inverted Derriphan's crossguard, right beside Kaine's knuckles, aiming to jar the weapon in his grip. On the assumption that he would keep it in his hand with effort -- the pommel alone should guarantee that -- she brought her weapon around and down at the back of his right knee.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Within the Cinnegar Museum of Arts and other whatchamacallits
Objective: Duke it out with an old acquaintance, and curse angrily at disobedient swords
Allies: The One Sith, the Hrosha-Gul, and others
Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, and surprisingly; [member="Rave Merrill"]

Music:
[media]https://soundcloud.com/themostepicmusic/two-steps-from-hell-black[/media]

Well, that was unexpected.

Perhaps it wasn't the most brilliant idea to use a force-imbued weapon on its creator, but at least you gotta give him an A for effort.

Vornskr snarled in annoyance as he now was forced to change strategies, but he didn't need a Sith Sword to be a capable and deadly opponent. While his other hand was holding the disobedient sword, his other was free to do whatever it pleased, and it now lashed out like a viper to try and wrap his strength-enhanced fingers around the wrist or forearm of her sword arm. If it was successful, all he'd need to do was begin to apply the appropriate pressure needed to crush flesh and bone, but then again Vornskr was unfamiliar with the properties of Rave's armor, and he didn't know how much would be required to achieve what he wanted. However; he wouldn't be deterred at all, and would just keep applying pressure if he could.

That wasn't the only thing either, should Rave be caught in his grip, he would then use his impressive size and lunge forward at Rave. Vornskr was six foot nine, and was quite a built man.

He wanted to crush her under his bulk.

 

[Rhodessa]

Location: some roof top
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemy: One Sith, and the traitor [member="Aedan Miles"]

Her seat landed on top of some building with a BANG, her body was jarred, and she was in shock. How could one of her own open fire on her, was went through her mind, as she getting her self out ejector seat. The very second she was out, she could see one fighters, making run for her. She ran as fast she could in to the building. Her hart was pounding against her chest as she did, she needed away warning the mandalorains of what happened. The very second she entered the building, the door was blown off it`s hinges by blast form a traitors ship. She recognized it as one Aedan ships.

She began to run the stairs, where she found a dead mandalorians and sith soldiers. She began to scourer, the bodies for a weapon, and a comms unit. She eventually found a comm unit what worked, it was covered in blood, and what looked like someones spleen. She began to gag, but she manged to keep her stomach contents in. She then sent a message to all mandalorian forces, Aden Miles has betrayed us, him and flight wing shoot on sight. This Itessa, part of [member="Strider Garon"]s pilots. I repeat Aedan Miles and co have betrayed us. She then could hear feet running towards her position, she put down comms unit and ran hiding point. Then got ready to defend herself. She may die today, but at least she got the message out.

 

[Velok the Younger]

MUSEUM

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

Her blade, unblocked, sheared into the back of his knee, though whether it caught flesh or just armor she couldn't say. His crushgaunt snapped down, staggeringly fast for a man of his bulk, down at her sword hand. He snared her shaper hand, and Entropy with it.; his mass shoved her out to her arm's full extension, a human ping-pong ball, but she snapped back. Got a foot on a statue, too, to add a little spin to the return. His right hand held hers, he was a foot and a half taller than her, she fit neatly behind him-

A Derriphan's Eye, an alchemical, serrated knife, whipped from the small of her back in the grip of her off hand. Airborne, knees resting against his right side and back, she drove the dagger up at the place where armor segmented beneath the armpit. A hit there could take the heart, though this angle wasn't ideal and she wasn't about to kill her best contact in the One Sith hierarchy. With luck she'd only cut the brachial artery.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Cinnagar skies
Allies: [member="Darth Banshee"]
Enemies: [member="Kad Kando"]

Moving through the air, high above the ground, Veles’ Fury scored several kills as they gunned down a few Mandalorian fighters. The crew cheered after every enemy taken down and Veles could feel the wave of relief that washed over them after every victorious fight. His large eyes glared through the cockpit window and searched the skies of Empress Teta’s capital for more enemies to fight, always trying to find smaller groups of fighters instead of joining anything major.

The sea of missiles caught his attention and he simply watched the scene, realizing their target was nothing else than Lady Banshee’s ship. At least he believed that, not knowing of anyone else other than her and himself currently flying in a Fury. Slightly worried, Veles turned to the crew, the large eyes of the Mon Calamari Sith glancing at the computers for a second.

“Target the missiles with everything we have.”

His gaze returned to the window and he watched the first shots of the turbolasers rip their way through the sky and hit the missiles, rapidly destroying one by one.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

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

Basaba moved with it and as his saber connected with her beskad she pushed back. Her hand clenching the knife with a step forward and she used his talking, used his range and that lovely pride all the sith had. From right there her fist struck looking to try and plunge the blade into his chest, her booted foot coming up as she kicked to try and bash the kneecap and collapse him to the ground. Her sword pushing to send his saber back into his face. "You talk to much."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Within the Cinnegar Museum of Arts and other whatchamacallits
Objective: Duke it out with an old acquaintance, and curse angrily at disobedient swords
Allies: The One Sith, the Hrosha-Gul, and others
Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, and surprisingly; [member="Rave Merrill"]

Music:
[media]https://soundcloud.com/themostepicmusic/two-steps-from-hell-black[/media]

There was a monstrous roar of anger and pain as the alchemized dagger pierced through the durasteel hauberk he wore underneath his plate armor, and cut deep into the flesh of his torso and arm. Thankfully, it managed to miss the brachial artery, since said artery, if cut, could pump out thirty liters of blood in a single minute. The average human only has five liters of blood, and so if that artery had been cut, Kaine could have bled out in roughly fifteen seconds. This may have been the closest Kaine has ever brushed with death before, and it was kinda unnerving, but more than that it made him unbelievably angry. With another roar of pure rage, Kaine unleashed the fury of a small maelstrom of Force out from his body, blowing anything that wasn't bolted down in the nearest vicinity away. This meant that Rave most likely would also be blown away, if Kaine hadn't relinquished his firm grip on her arm.

Well, most of her might go.

 

[Sero Valrel]

Location: Cinnagar
Allies: [member="Darth Angrel"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]
Enemies: [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Azrael"]

A second arrow came flying his way and this time his armor did its job. The arrow ricocheted off harmlessly as the reapers blaster bolts hit home on their target. She was hurt but not down, he had to admire her heart. Mandalorians were always tougher than what was good for them, Sero had learned that in his time in the arena and he also learned to show respect where it was earned.

“She is mine. Help the Sith.” at Sero’s command the reapers turned their attention away from [member="Anastasia Rade"] and once again began firing at the Mandalorian red legion further thinning their numbers.

While his men did their job Sero began to cross the battlefield hoping to close distance and render his enemy’s arrows less effective. As he made his way across the injured Mandalorian woman fired another arrow this one logging itself deep into his left shoulder between the plates of his armor. Sero let out a yell of pain and rage that was silent to the rest of the world behind his helmet. He tried to raise his blaster rifle but was unable to hold it past his waist. It would have to be good enough, he started firing from the hip his accuracy being poor at best he was just hoping to lay down enough fire to get in range to use his size and strength to his advantage and maybe if he was lucky one of these pot shots would put her away

 

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATON: Cinnagar
ENEMIES: [member="Michael Steelfang"]
ALLIES: [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Darth Veles"] [member="Private Rose"]
OBJECTIVE: Take out fighters.

Aedan saw a building coming up and he smirked pulling back on his throttle but remaining on the man's tail his lasers firing rapidly at him as Aedan's fighter wove above avoiding fire from various other fighters. Luckily his men had seen [member="Itessa"] heading into the building and pulled off not feeling like dying today they all circled the fight watching as Aedan chased around his opponent. Suddenly Aedan pulled up and launched a missile not at Michael but past him watching it connect with a skyscraper and sending chunks of it falling down towards the street in front of where [member="Michael Steelfang"] was flying. Sure he could avoid it but it was still a good tactic to use it also gave the Sith troopers on the ground cover and served to take out a fair portion of any Mandalorian's below it. Hearing the orders from [member="Darth Junra"] Aedan calmly commed back. "I will search it out in a moment the Mando's know I switched though someone managed to get a warning out."

 

[Velok the Younger]

MUSEUM
[member="Darth Vornskr"]

She kept a hold on the knife as the minor Force maelstrom erupted from him, but it snapped her out to the right like a whipcrack. Her Shaper hand stayed in the crushgaunt's grasp, sword and all, but the crustacean prosthetic broke away from her wrist in a shower of hot blood. Boots and knifeblade tossed up sparks as she skidded back, leaving a trail of red. Maybe some of it had gotten on Kaine or his armor -- a blood trail would be good for another time -- but she was currently busy dealing with overwhelming agony. She'd been Vongshaped, she'd earned that hand by not flinching in the face of torture, she knew pain, but this was...quite something.

She knew exactly two Sith spells, and she knew how to use them. One snapped out from her lips, a vicious incantation that redoubled her pain. The bloodflow ceased, glossy skin formed over the stump -- and wouldn't that be full of complications later. It was the same spell that Freedon Nadd had used to heal the shattered Exar Kun.

She had no time for an attack, but as she straightened up, her eyes refocused and a hard-edged grin found her face. She raised the knife, licked his blood off the edge.

"Come on."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Within the Cinnegar Museum of Arts and other whatchamacallits
Objective: Duke it out with an old acquaintance, and curse angrily at disobedient swords
Allies: The One Sith, the Hrosha-Gul, and others
Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, and surprisingly; [member="Rave Merrill"]

Music:
[media]https://soundcloud.com/themostepicmusic/two-steps-from-hell-black[/media]

Vornskr gently touched his fingers to the bleeding cut right under his arm, and could determine that the dagger hadn't caused any mortal damage to his body, but that he should also get treatment after the fighting was done or at least after he dealt with Merrill. He brought his bloodied gauntlet up to his face, and chuckled deeply as small droplets of blood rolled down onto his forearm. He then regarded Rave with her own severed arm, which was still firmly locked in his powerful grip. "I must admit, Rave, that you are more of a challenge than I had originally anticipated. It is quite an honor to face such a worthy opponent once again on the battlefield. I do hope that this doesn't hamper our relations off of the battlefield, I quite enjoy your work and respect you. I cannot say that to many others." Despite his words, he increased the pressure and managed to shatter the severed armor, and pulp the severed arm within.

Globs of ruined flesh and splintered bone fell out of the torn opening, and flopped awkwardly against the ruined ground. The sudden crushing also caused the fingers to spasm and release the hold on her sword, which clattered to the ground loudly. Vornskr tossed aside the severed arm, and picked up Rave's sword by the hilt, before ramming it's blade straight into the ground all the way to the crossguard. He then did the same for his own blade, which had proven unreliable earlier when it adamantly refused to harm its master, and thus was a liability to Vornskr's possible victory. "None of that trickery now,." He unclipped the lightsaber on his belt, activated its crimson blade, bowed respectfully to Rave, and then with a cry worthy of a conquering warrior, he bounded across the ruined chamber and moved to engage Rave with a flurry of lightsaber strikes that resembled traditional attacks utilized by Ataru practitioners.

 

[Galatea Raste]

Location: Rooftops
Allies: [member="Quinn Vos"]
Enemies: [member="Dred Varad"] [member="Countess Calum Teramo"]
Objective: Survive

And he kept coming. Well crap. Her weapon was knocked aside and the blast went awry. On top of that, he was bringing the hilt of his weapon down at her head. Not good. She moved to the side just enough to keep from having her skull caved in, but his hand came down, with the pommel of the sword, upon her left shoulder. She instantly bit her lip hard enough to draw blood in order to avoid giving the giant Mando the satisfaction of hearing her scream. She wouldn't scream for him. She wouldn't cry. She would bleed, though, and it rolled down her lip.

But she wasn't done, despite the fact that she was certain her shoulder was broken. She slid inward, towards him, knowing that he was wearing armor and she just had one the Warden Cloak didn't bother her. She was going to find some way to take this guy down no matter what she did. There was no ifs, ands or buts. So she moved towards him, and dropped her blaster to pull out her dauntless blade, wreathed in delicious fire as soon as she handled it, and sliced at the side of his left knee. In close like this, she figured the worst she'd have to deal with was a brute strike. Must better than being cut in two.

 

[Sawa Ike]

Location: In The Skies Above the City
Allies: One Sith [member="Laufeia Carzi"] @Quinn Coss
Enemies: Mandalorians [member="Dred Varad"] [member="Countess Calum Teramo"]

Sawa looked down as she heard sounds and commotion, two of her sisters were fighting and Sawa let herself drop quickly towards the rooftops where as she watched another mandalorian was setting up a rifle, her snarl came when she touched down making an impact and roared. The tight ponytail she normally had loose and bangs appearing. Her muscles propelling her up into the air and towards the woman using their natural power. She had felt and fought within the bral's field before it was why an energy vampire had an advantage against a human with increased stamina and speed, the dauntless blades and warden cloak shifting for her while fire and ice shimmered along their lengths. She wanted to land and kick the armored mando in the ribs with a strength enhanced kick

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cinnigar
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: One Sith

With the might of his Vornskr scattergun he continued to kill off a platoon that he and a couple of his brethren were facing. No mercy was shown and the platoon was easily decimated for they were regular soldiers while the Mandolorians were proud warriors that were raised for war from the time they could walk and move. There was one more slug inside the scattergun before Vilaz had to reload the weapon. There was a soldier that survived the slaughter that he and his comrades faced from the Mandolorians. He was at Vilaz's feet and said to him, "Please.....spare...me," while taking heavy breaths. The Bounty Hunter had raised his scattergun towards the head of the fallen soldier and replied back. "You can go to the fiery depths of hell."

But right before he could pull the trigger he heard a lightsaber being ignited and was behind him. He heard the man telling him that the Mandolorian should learn a new lesson. Vilaz had enough lessons being taught to him. Maybe he could show the Sith what happens when you face a Mandolorian warrior. Vilaz then turned around and fired the last slug in his scattergun at the legs of the Sith instead of aiming at his chest. There would be no force for this Sith for Vilaz had a ysalamir nutrient pack on his back which would even up things with any Force user. Bral or no Bral there were other Mandolorians who have a ysalamirs on their backs which would also create a force null bubble and leave force users dead to the force.

"Fool of a Sith."

[member="Tylan Toarinar"]