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

[Ordo]

[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Ordo let go of the beast and shot after the Mand'alor as he began to free fall. This was nothing new, Ordo had down this before when he killed the czar on coruscant. He tucked his arms to the side and shot like a bullet at the older man. His golden eyes blazed like twin suns as he streaked for Gilamar and only opened them as he reached the man. He reached out to grab the man's armor so he could pull him close and then if he succeeded he would bring his heavy fist around to the old Mando's head.

 

[Galatea Raste]

Location: Rooftops
Allies: [member="Sawa Ike"], [member="Quinn Vos"], [member="Commander Orin"], [member="Lieutenant Kir"]
Enemies: [member="Dred Varad"], [member="Countess Calum Teramo"]
Objective: Win

Parried. Dang blast it. On top of that, she now had a fist coming at her, as she could see out of the corner of her eye. Turning her head to the side, the strike failed to have its full result, and instead skimmed across her ear, tearing it, but not removing it. It hurt like all get out and this time she did whimper a little bit, but it was short lived. She'd endured much pain in her life, and she was certain that she would survive this little nuisance just as she had all the others.

And then help arrived. Thank goodness because she was outmatched. Shots were fired at the giant Mando, and she used them, and Dred's haymaker momentum, against the big man, pivoting in towards him, moving in the opposite of his momentum, and bringing her blade towards the weak spot at his knees once again. She was going to take him down or her allies were. One way or another.

The bigger they are, the harder they fall.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Cinnagar
Allies: [member="Azrael"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Navio"]
Enemies: [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Sero Valrel"] [member="Darth Angrel"]
Objective: Don't die!!!


Anastasia's flesh burned from where the bullets had gotten her. She was loosing blood fast which was making her feel woozy and like she was going to pass out. What the young witch really needed to do was stop the bleeding however there was no time for that. It wasn't as if in the middle of the battle she could call timeout to lick her wounds. The Sith in front of her would never allow that.

"Come on Sia. You can do this, you have been through worse.[\i] She spoke to herself as she gritted her teeth struggling to bring the bow up to shoot again. The truth was that she had been through much worse before and she couldn't just pass out. That would mean certain death so she had to keep her head up and herself awake.

Shooting arrows hurt her aching body that just wished to rest but it was the only thing she could do while she tried to dance around his blasts. He was bigger and stronger than she and as such she would be quite overmatched in a fight. Sure she could bite and scratch but that would only take her so far.

Anastasia's only saving grace was that he too was hurt and shooting rather poorly which made it easy to dodge his bullets and they instead hit at her feet. This whole thing was madness.

A part of her wished to run but she knew that wouldn't do her any good plus she wasn't a quitter. It wasn't in her nature to just give up like that even when the chips were down. "You know I'm not giving in. I'm stubborn like that."

 

[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]

Vornskr could handle all the stuff Rave was throwing at him, for a time at least, but eventually it would begin to annoy him greatly and wear down on his concentration. So, he decided to fight fire with fire, or in this case, inanimate object with inanimate object. He opted for a one-handed grip with his blade, and with his left hand he summoned forth the powers of telekinesis to rip stone edifices from their places and fling them with brute force in the general direction of Rave. He would also be able to counter some of the stuff thrown at him, but mostly he concentrated on throwing stuff that was most likely very important the museum and to the art and culture of Empress Teta as a whole towards his one-armed frenemy.

Besides, Vornskr enjoyed the arts of his own people and culture to this trash.

It wouldn't be missed.

All throughout the engagements that did involve them clashing blades, Vornskr began to mix and match the styles of various lightsaber forms into his swordsmanship. Normally he would rather focus on one style that he was a master of, but he found that mixing them all together could keep an opponent on their toes, never expecting what specific move he might use from one of the forms.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

Location: Outside City
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Nevizkut"]

Basaba kept her eyes trained on the sith before her making... something and then she felt it. Her arms being grasped and legs but her chest and body were protected by the double gunbelt going from thighs to shoulders. The field marshal grunted dropping the blade as she flew up and back, as her teeth ground. The snap back of her head against the wall as Basaba fell into the ground and looked up towards the new sith who had arrived. Her hand going to the shoulder clips as she stood up and the pack slid off with her rifle. The blades and pistols remaining on while she held the beskad and fett knife. Her head popping to the sides and Basaba took off her helmet spitting some blood and a small chunk of tongue at the dirt. Basaba licked her lip and just glared at the sith lord clenching her fists until the knuckles were white. Then she was moving towards Nephthys and slashing for her waist to try and bisect her while keeping the fett knife to ground lightning strikes.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Missile infrerno
Allies: [member="Ordo"] [member="Darth Veles"]
Enemy: [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Kad Kando"]

After she fired warning shot`s, the mandalorian forces prepped to fire the missiles at her. All of them, she turned to ship commander, and order him Reverse thursters KNOW! The ship pilot did not hesitate, as the hailstorm of missile was launched at them. Her gun batteries opened fire, at the missiles as they came at the fury. They also fired a barrage of photon torpedoes at them, to try get the one`s that where in bound. They weaved to avoid other`s, though some inevitably struck at their mark. As they did they ship, bounced around and started venting toxic fumes back out of the ship. Internal alarms where going off, making one hell racket, but the ship was holding together. She returned fire at them with dual laser cannons, as photon torpedoes where rearmed. The ship engineer, was know busy trying to keep ship running. The hyper drive was out, but thanks to matrix veneer the ship was still in one piece. Then she saw Darth Veles coming to lend a hand, she sent coms message to him. Leave our dark lord and mandalore alone, the rest we kill.

 

[Rhodessa]

Location: Running to the roof tops
Allies: [member="Dred Varad"] @b'arin graad
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Mierin"]

After taking position the troops ran past her, she then head out building. Then saw a fight on the roof tops, she decide to lend a hand to her fellow vod. She ran as fast her legs could carry her, and then into next building. The sith troops where swarming else where, she then began running up the stairs. She was going to fight to death if need be for her kin.

 

[Sero Valrel]

Location: Cinnagar
Allies: OS
enemies:[member="Anastasia Rade"]
objective: Kill [member="Anastasia Rade"]

The under mesh he wore clung heavy to his body from sweat and the blood that was running fiercely from the arrow wound in his shoulder, he continued to lay down fire, regardless of how ineffective it was.

Hiss, Karking hell the power cell was out and his arm wouldn’t be of enough use to load another one on the fly. No choice then. Sero slung the rifle over his back and sprinted covering the little ground he had left that was between him and the mandalorian woman as another arrow went over his head.

He kicked at @Anstasia Rade ‘s arms hoping to knock the bow out of her hands.

 

[Velok the Younger]

MUSEUM

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

She took a hit or two, some of them heavy, statuary-to-the-face kind of heavy. The armor helped to some extent; it was good armor. The mobility helped; she still had good Ataru footwork, good Sokan strategy.

Kaine's ability to switch between Forms did not help. Not at all. Rave knew what she was doing with Ataru, and with Shii-Cho, but beyond that her classical swordsmanship was underwhelming -- to say the least. That, and she was fighting left-handed, using mobility and timing and slanting parries to avoid engaging directly with the juggernaut. She moved in quickly, in and out again, from time to time, aiming to take advantage of the injured arm and the knee -- right arm, right knee. That left a side vulnerable, though vulnerable from Kaine Zambrano was still a notch above fully competent from most people she'd fought.

He was less shy than her about using their surroundings, less hesitant to spend energy on massive telekinesis. Between his blood loss and that energy expenditure, it occurred to her that she had a chance of outlasting him if she played this conservatively. The downside, of course, was that she looked weak and did less damage, and risked taking another heavy hit. And she absolutely could not take something of that caliber.

Despite all that, she was having fun.

She switched strategies midstride -- backflipped away to create a little distance, then raised the stump of her right wrist and hissed a Nightsister curse. A spray of emerald lightning slashed across the gallery, a sustained arc-series rather than a momentary burst. It split and curved out around Kaine, closing in on him like claws. It had been Velok's signature move, or one of them, and she'd used it to great effect.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Cinnagar Airspace over the worm thing
Objective: Avoid the worm, kill the worm
Allies: [member="Anija Ordo"]
Enemies: The worm thing, [member="The Hydra Queen"]


Betna saw the worm below lung up towards his starfighter and immediately reacted. He hit the controls and engaged the bes'uliik's booster engine. The starfighter gunned it forward and away from the maw of the creature.

Arrbi yanked the starfighter up and onto its back before rolling it back upright in a slip-S. He put the crosshairs back on the worm's now-exposed sections and opened fire. Three heavy blasters opened fire on the beast's face and maw, unloading their power in flashes of blazing light.

"How're you doing out there, Angel Two?"

 

[Sherruk Fett]

[member="Mantorok"]


Location: Near mantorok's walker

Objectives: Survive, and slow the walker advancement

Auxillary objective:

enemies: One sith, and the karking darmada Ordo, mantorok

The mandalorians were at work, the battle was of the largest scale Sherruck has ever been in. The city was being torn apart, fighters were being blown out of the sky, and here, walking death machines tore apart the brutes brothers in arms right flank. The explosives expert would move farther inward , with the two initiates becoming bait for the walker to break off from the main group. These brave vod fought with no chabs, just of pure honor, right to the resolar. While blaster fire roared from the two , the bulky, muscular, black armored brute sprinted as fast as he could, hoping he would not be sent to the manda just yet. His back compartment had carried heavy explosives, such as the alpha plus charge, a famous explosive throughout the galaxy, with this he also had his beskar trench knife, a good weapon against any enemy. With the Fett's already heavy armor, speed would be as fast as a jog. A bad thing to have when carrying explosives powerful enough to demobilize the walking death machine ahead of him, and kill multiple men unlucky enough to be close to such, an explosive charge. Sherruck was at the right of the walker, if he were to make it to the walker, he would plant a charge on the walker ahead of him. Hopefully this was the case, it would be rather disappointing for the crazy, karking zabrak to not see a decent sized explosion.

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

The first shots from the enemy tanks hit the walker dead on. Fortunately the shield had activated in time, but the impact still rocked the six-legged machine, shaking Cyrus in the commanders chair. The damage report was unsettling, impact had degraded the shield. It wouldn't be able to take another hit like that.

"Pilot, do your best to avoid getting hit again, unless you wish to trust this armor against mass drivers."

The driver muttered something in reply and the AT-AW started moving somewhat more erratically. It wasn't exactly fast, but there were techniques to make it something other than a giant target. The AT-HK's proved to be much harder targets, at max speed they could just outpace the heavy tanks turrets. One took a glancing shot from a mass driver, shredding the front section's armor and stripping away one of the blaster cannons. The walker staggered, but the pilot kept his sense and kept moving.

The Hellhawks had a tougher time of it. Launching flares and maneuvering worked for some of the missiles, and the rapid fire lasers worked on most of the others, but the right airspeeder still took a hit that blew a hole through the crew compartment. If it had been transporting anyone, they would've been dead.

"Escorts, avoid direct confrontation. You don't stand a chance of getting through that armor. Harass from afar and try to disrupt their formation. Hellhawks engage at will with blasters, but save your missiles for targets you can kill.

The two tripods darted out ahead of ponderous AT-AW, trusting to their speed to avoid the devastating twin-railgun cannons. Cyrus had done a quick check of the database and come up with little to identify the tanks except that were extremely heavy, almost a siege weapon and barely faster than the walker he commanded.

None of that was necessarily an advantage. A direct hit from the proton cannon would probably kill one of the tanks, and the concussion missiles mounted in the shoulder launcher and in the pods of the Hellhawks would do some damage as well. But other than that, there wasn't much that would do more than scratch the paint.

Grenades and laser cannons could still distract pilots, annoy gunners, and damage vulnerable pieces of equipment though. Which meant that this had become a battle of maneuver, at least for the force Cyrus himself commanded.

Or it would have been, if allies hadn't showed up. Right now it was the Mandalorian who was outmatched.

Spoiler

Sorry for the delay. Long week.

AT-AW firing at tanks focused on AT-HK's. Missiles on one, cannon on another.
Hellhawk's engaging at range with small arms, missiles at crippled tank.
AT-HK's just trying to survive. Grenades vaguely aimed at repulsors.

[member="Kymaero Vol"]
[member="Olivia Dem'adas"]

 

[Azrael]

Location: Cinnagar Streets
Allies: Mando'ade
Squad: [member="Neskar A'toll"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Navio"]
Enemies: Dar'jetti; [member="Hion the Herglic"] | [member="Sero Valrel"]
Objective: Trading dance partners


Tables were turning, the situation and landscape was changing by the galactic second, and every front the Mandalorians held was being swarmed with the amount of supporters that the Sith held sway over. They weren't just fighting the Sith, the Dark Sided counterparts to the Jedi Order. No, they were fighting an allegiance of the Vong conglomerate, as well as a heavy force of the Sith Imperial troopers that had joined their cause. Their great numbers were pressing the Mando'ade from every side, forcing their hand, and turning the vode into the complete underdog in this clash of ideals, all stemming from a single person. Their new Dark Lord, a Mandalorian that had rescued Azrael and brought him to Mandalore was their new rival, and the entire reason that Mand'alor had put the command out to face off against this Dar'manda, even if it killed them. Many had died at the hands of the One Sith already, and while there was great honor in the death of the vode - it wasn't their goal. Their goal was to make the Sith pay and to take Ordo into Mandalorian custody to answer for his war crimes. The city of Cinnagar seemed to be in ruins now, as buildings were destroyed, forces demolished, and various creatures of unspeakable nature littered the once prosperous streets of the planet capital.

Currently in locked combat, Azrael faced off against the large hulking and armored Herglic. They had been going back and forth, trading blow for blow. Azrael, with his team of Mando'ade and trained infantry against the mighty roar of the Sith's black and white killer whale. They had an army, but Hion was proving to be more than a match for one by himself. Weakened however from his various injuries at the hands of the iron clad warriors, his next blast down-wind from Azrael was not as triumphant a feat. Still the attack dulled out in his direction leaving Azrael with nothing to duck behind this time. The scattergun in his hands raised immediately as he drew it before him like a make-shift shield and crouched to present a much smaller target. The resonating blast of the bellow tore at the duraplast and durasteel shredding it in seconds as the first bits of the shock-wave decimated the weapon. The entire charge of his Echani combat shield however pulsed bright over his form taking the brunt of the damage, not allowing the waves of pressure to penetrate his armor and disrupt his organs. The last push drew him into a backwards somersault throwing him a few yards back which he stopped dead by tearing his clawed digits into the permacrete beneath his boots.

"Ner'vod, Lock onto that Herglic, and force break his head off. Take the lead and bring him down." Azrael relayed to Navio, as his close quarter combat was of a higher caliber than Azrael's, especially against a thing like Hion. He had the grenades and he'd need to use them to get the advantage to an orbalisk armored Herglic. Azrael had other pressing concerns in this battle, and the majority of them rested on his sister. It was time to change the battle plan and utilize his squad to their strengths instead of what was thrown at them first. His Ripper was drawn and leveled pot shots at encroaching Sith imperialist soldiers, taking out their heads and gun arms with each leveled strike as he made tracks back to the leveled form of his war droid. Collecting a few new armaments from the weapons cache on the droid, he came around the other side, guns blazing. The Roughcut in his bionic hand delivered devastating death and destruction in its path, while the other hand wielded a newly designed upgrade to the default Ripper pistol. The Heavy Ripper was fully automatic, and shot in three second bursts to level soldiers, transports, and even unshielded gunships to shreds in seconds.

Targeting wasn't a problem with the buy'ce as he stepped around in militant pattern unleashing shots from both barrels like a well oiled machine. It was a dance of death and carnage as he parried and side-stepped, letting the HUD do the work and get him the best trajectory. Tracking software shifted and focused on Ana'ika was having having quite a difficult time with the brute she had already wounded. A few pot shots launched up into the air, leveled at the precise trajectory to rain high yield shots directly at the feet of the approaching Sith soldier; Sero. Azrael moved quickly after that, body checking soldiers out of his way before leaping up against a downed lancer, and coming within range where he leveled both the Roughcut and the Heavy Ripper directly into the path of the soldier and let both barrels fly.

"Find cover Ana'ika!" He communicated through the commlink. Violence ensued, and if Sero didn't have adequate cover of his own, his world was going to get a lot more interesting with the amount of destruction Azrael was releasing directly into his path. Three second bursts came between each pot shot of the Roughcut as he peppered the landscape directly in the path of the former gladiator. Jumping off the transport to walk forward at a measured pace. Occasionally alerted to other Sith forces that he'd alternate a blast to each side and behind him, but kept advancing. Anyone that touched his little sister was worthy of unquestioned demise.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Sky above the Chrom Vrone
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
Enemies: [member="The Hydra Queen"]
Objective: Turn the Chrom Vrone into slag...


Anija half-heard Arrbi over their secure comm. As it was, she was rather distracted by the fact that the creature was now slinging plasma projectiles in her direction. Cursing under her breath, she snapped her bes'uliik up on it's side and then rolled to the left. The plasma projectile missed... but still some of the molten material splatted against her shields. The impact caused them to flare for a moment. Gritting her teeth, Anija frantically worked the controls, directing ANNE to reroute power to help balance the shields.

After a few seconds, she let out a breath as she watched the shields' power level even out. They had been weakened by that blast, and she knew that they couldn't sustain too many more hits like that. Keying her comm, she laughed slightly. Nervously. "A little busy at the moment, Angel One. That sithspawn creature decided it liked the look of me more than you..." She tried to joke, but wasn't sure if it would work.

Even as she spoke, she continued to jink and roll her bes'uliik to avoid more plasma projectiles that the creature slung in her direction. As she snap-rolled away, she let loose with her heavy blaster cannons, peppering the hide of the creature. As weakened as it was by both bombs, she hoped that they would be able to wear the thing down.

 

[Darth Veles]

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

The dual turbo lasers eliminated several missiles headed for his friend's ship, but not even great aim of the men manning the two dual torbolasers and power of said weapons could not stop the sheer amount of missiles launched by the Mandalorians. Was this the last time he could feel his friend in the Force? The thought unnerved him, Veles did not want his friend to die, definitely not to those uncultured barbarians she loved for some reason. Luckily, her crew was a capable one, saving the ship, Lady Banshee and themselves as well as they maneuvered out of the trajectory marking doom and death of anything in its way. Letting out a sigh of relief upon seeing Lady Banshee's ship survive the onslaught of dozens of rockets, destroying some in the process and avoiding the most, the Sith Master cast a glance at the enemy ships. Or droids, rather. As his eyes studied the shape, the Mon Calamari was led to believe his enemies used a very ancient piece of technology, Basilisk droids. While fearsome machines, they did not have shields to the Sith Master's knowledge, relying on their thick armor. Naturally, not everything could be covered by plating, such as the engines holding the droids above the ground.

"My lord, we have incoming transmission from the Sith ship." One of the men informed the Sith Master who turned his head and stared at the man with one eye. "Well, open up the channel," the Sith Master ordered and his gaze shifted to the comms. "Leave our dark lord and mandalore alone, the rest we kill," Banshee's voice said, to which Veles nodded, even though he knew she could not see him. Turning his head back to the window, he spoke as well, "Indeed. I suggest we catch them in cross-fire. They will have nowhere to dodge."

"Fire at the enemy with both turbolasers," Veles ordered, "Target their engines and pilots. Once they fly to get closer to our ship and engage us, launch proton torpedos in their trajectory."

 

[Sero Valrel]

Location: Hell/Cinnagar
enemies: Mandalorians
Allies: Falling by the way side.
Objective: Take them with me.

Azrael’s shots first landed at Sero’s feet pock marking the permacrete street in a flash of hellish retribution. If Sero’s instincts were off by seconds, he would have been waste, luckily for him even in his injured condition he was still sharp enough to just barely duck behind what appeared to be a large section of either a building or it could have been a piece of the street itself torn asunder by the vocal explosion Hion had let forth earlier.

Sero sat with his back pressed against his cover, sitting so low he may as well be laying on his side. He only had moments to figure out what his next move was or he was dead. First things first he needed to patch up and fast, he yanked the arrow from his belly with relative ease, his armor had prevented it from going to deep, it was nothing more than a flesh wound, he had worse a hundred times over in the arena no need to worry about it.

His shoulder was an entirely different story. He grabbed the shaft of the arrow and bellowed a painful scream as he tried to no avail to pull the arrow from under his armor. Kark it must be barbed or something, he could feel his flesh being chewed up a second time as he tried yet again to unsuccessfully remove the arrow. He could taste blood in his mouth as he bit down on his tongue trying again to remove the arrow, kark, kark, hell, he needed to hurry, pieces of his duracrete hiding place were raining down on him bouncing off his helmet as the bullets from the mandalorian’s weapons were rendering his cover to dust.

His gloved hand kept slipping from the arrow now so covered in his blood it was impossible to keep a grip. With a crack he snapped the shaft off the arrow leaving the barbed head still in his shoulder, he would have to get it removed once he got back home.
His shoulder was not the only problem he had going for him, he had a load of shrapnel embedded in his left calf and it burned like a son of a Hutt, but he couldn’t lay here and die, that would be unworthy of him.

A whimper of pain passed through his lips as Sero jammed a medstim into his shoulder wound, man that hurt but it left him feeling a bit better if not loopy from the combination of blood loss and pain killers. To counter act this, he jammed an adrenastim in his shoulder this time not feeling the pain, only the rush from the stim.

He reloaded his blaster rifle and prepared himself for a last stand, if he was going to die he would take his enemy with him. Priming his only two thermal dets, he tossed one at where he could here the shots from [member="Azrael"] ‘s weapon and the other toward [member="Anastasia Rade"] ‘s last known position. Before rounding around the little cover that was left of the wall he was behind and opening fire on the advancing mandalorian.

 

[Quinn Vos]

SKY-BATTLE
[member="Jaden Taacyn"]

above the city

[member="Sawa Ike"] @ Laufeia Carzi



As tightly as he gripped her, she gripped him as she nearly blacked-out from the sudden elevation climb. Her Kiffu tribe was used to scaling high trees but not quite this high or fast. The mando's flirtatious comments snapped her back to clarity.

She scowled at his reflective-helmet.

But there was something else. Her numbness to the force was gone. Fiery-emerald eyes blazed with new intensity.

She used the force to manually open the claws of the beast that held them. With a twist and squirm, she brought her hand to the hilt of one of her Nagai-blades and went to shove it within the crack of his armor beneath his left armpit. Her left arm wrapped around the back of his neck and gripped his shoulder as she pressed against him and prepared for the sky-battle and potential free-fall.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: in the air
Enemy: [member="Commander Orin"] & [member="Lieutenant Kir"] AT-WT
Allies: mandos
OBJECTIVE: Destroy the AT-WT

Through the smoke and flak that covered the city Strider's flight of Cabur star fighters broke through, they had a designated target, a lone AT-WT wrecking havoc with in the city and giving birth to walking man tanks. The seven multiple role fighters kept tight formation as they swooped in from above. Strider knew that this massive six legged metallic beasts were infamous for their anti air weapons, and he knew he was going to lose vode or even himself on this run when he accepted the target. The thing was, if he didn't take a crack at the beast he damn well knew that more vode then just his flight would perish.

"Target Locked!" Strider hailed as his targeted system picked up upon the AT-WT. it was if the damn machine had precognition for just as he finished announcing to his crew of the lock she began spitting all forms of death into the air at them. Strider's cockpit lit up with brilliant explosions all around him, enhanced by large laser bolts.

"HOLD!!!!!!!!!!!" Strider roared into his coms as two of his wingmen were evaporated from existence. This was a suicide run, there was no doubt in this.

They were in range, Strider could not keep track of how many of his flight had survived but it was time to drop their payloads "FIRE!!!!" he commanded as he unleashed his entire payload of four proton bombs in rapid succession upon the AT-WT. The three remaining fighters also dropped their entire pay load as well.

This was enough ordinance to bust through shielding and shatter the walking beast, but coming out of the other side Strider realized the cost of the run. His own fighter was banged up bad, warning lights and alarms were blaring advising him to eject. He also lost another wingman after the payload was dropped making a flight of 7 fighters only three survived and the commander more then likely out of commission.

 

[Ryan]

Location: Rooftop
Enemies: [member="Lieutenant Kir"] [member="Commander Orin"] [member="Laufeia Carzi"] [member="Sawa Ike"]
Allies: [member="Countess Calum Teramo"] [member="Itessa"]
Objective: Smack da sith ladies silly, Crush walking imperial beer kegs like tin cans

Laufeia was persistent in trying to clip him at the left leg by stepping even closer to the beast of a mando. This was pretty much the same attack and Dred, a master of the blade, really did not have to maneuver much to parry the attack once more away. All it took was re directing the momentum of his blade back down and across to swat the incoming weapon away as he peddled backwards to keep the advantage of his reach upon her.

Though she was not the only threat and before he could bring his over-sized sword upon the sith lady he noticed a skew of walking tanks enter the rooftop from the doorway. One of them, battle hardened, quickly took up fire upon the engaged Mandalorian with a sonic weapon. He had a split second to react and with a blink of an eye he activated his personal shield that absorbed most of the incoming fire, protecting himself and even his close enemy Laufeia from being hit. The one shot that did sneak past his shield hit him square in the back, making the big guy stumble a bit. The life line of the Ysalamari upon his back flat line before his own eyes with in the confines of his helmet and with out hesitation the Mandalorian would quickly flee........

He was no fool, he was outnumbered and knew he had to regroup and come at them with a different plan of attack. Going toe to toe with 11 imperial guards in over powered power suits and two sith ladies hopping about was certain death. He himself may have been a mountain of brawns but he was also a survivor and knew a few things about field tactics.

"Retreat!" Was his sole command at the moment towards his fellow squad mates as he flung himself off the rooftop.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Objective: Full Contact Skydiving
Enemies: @Ordo; The One Sith
Allies: His Fists, Gravity, The Mando'ade
Music Choice: Breakthrough Even

The old man was snapped back to reality as Ordo pulled him in for a whack on the head. The blow sent his head spinning. Even with the padding in his helmet taking a lot of the blow, Ordo was a big strong man, even without the Force aiding him. Taking advantage of Ordo's preocupied hand, he reached out with his own hands to grip the large head of his son, going in for a good old fashioned Keldabe Kiss. Maybe that would smack some sense into this man that once held so much potential.