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

[Mantorok]

LOCATION: Outside the City, Western Flank
ALLIES: One Sith, [member="Kymaero Vol"]
ENEMIES: One Sith, [member="Sherruk Fett"]
OBECTIVE: Freeeeeeedooooom!!!

“Uh, Sir?” came the voice from above.

Wait, who was Sir? Was Mantorok Sir? Sir Mantorok the Scaly? The Shouty? The Cramped? If the Chistori was anything he certainly wasn't a Sir, but the gunner wasn't taking any chances with Barney the Purple Monstrosity.

“WHAT IS IT, PEON? WHY HAVE YOU HALTED FIRING?”

The gunner sighed.

“There are men approaching. On foot.”

“ON FOOT?!”

“Affirmative, they're firing upon the cockpit. Shields are coping just fine.”

Mantorok was evidently pleased by this reveal, having been cooped up in the walker for long enough. The Chistori roared, startling pilots, technicians and gunners alike, not to mention spraying thick globs of saliva all over the viewscreen.

“FRET NOT. MANTOROK WILL DEAL WITH THESE MEN.”

Thus like a large purple scaly child emerging from the womb, Mantorok burst forth from the cockpit, actively getting winged a couple of times by the hail of blaster fire. All praise the Vonduun Crab, am I right? Leading to the ground with a heavy thud, the large Chistori slammed a clawed fist upon his own chest and began to advance towards the firing men with thunderous steps.

“FORGET MACHINES. WE FIGHT WITH TOOTH AND CLAW,” he roared, intending to battle quite literally hand-to-hand.

A pity, Mantorok might have made a decent Mandalorian. He'd never fit in that armour though.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Outskirts of the City
Objective: Neutralize Basaba.
Allies: @Nevizkut
Enemies: [member="Basaba Willamina"]


// Failure is not an option. //

Came Nephthys' voice through to the Acolyte.

// Work as one. // she told him, encouraging him to work with her as one. She worked better with her Onii-san, but she would require Nevizkut's aid in this to succeed.

The swipes came at her, fast and hard. The Sith Lord began to back up, dodging left and right. Her hand came upon her hip and the snap-hiss of her violet blade ignited, bathing them with the amethyst hue of her saber.

Sparks would wash over them both as saber met Basaba's beskad, the tiny petite woman appearing more like a child than one full grown. Her free hand would extend anew, shoving the Force through to blast the woman with another Force push to shake her off her feet.

 

[Sherruk Fett]

Location: Near Mantorok's walker

Objective: Slow the assault on the mandalorians right flank, and to beat the kark out of the darmada scum

Auxiliary Objective: immobilize mantorok's walker, and then reinforce the vod distracting mantorok.

Allies: The Mandode

Enemies: One sith , [member="Mantorok"]


Suddenly, while reaching the war machine, the cockpit was opened with pure brute velocity as it flew with a christori. A massive ,and muscular warrior like Sherruck, the bait worked twice as much as expected; the demolition expert never expect the sith to leave his men, vulnerable to an ambush. The two vod , then started engaging the sith who lacked tactic's firing their blasters at the sith while maneuvering like they were trained to when fighting force beings. While it was in the mandode's ways to crave battle, and go to the manda, strategy was just as valued, the black armored figure was finally able to reach the leg of the walker placing several charges in a quick manner. At any moment the sith, or the operators could spot him, this had to be done quick. Settings for each charge were being made, when the leg came back down, this was what the brute trained for, and why he was so good at it. As soon as the charges were planted the mandalorian warrior threw a thermal detonator in the cockpit , and then began running toward his men. Once the brute had reached his men, the alpha plus charges would then be set of, to bring the walkers functionality down completely. Debris flew from the front of the walker as the thermal detonator boomed, more men would die when the alpha plus charges were set. This gave a smile to the crazy, explosives addict, while running toward the sith his wrist blaster was aimed at the christori, hopefully his men had survived, if not, they would at least go to the manda.

 

[Smeg]

DA LOCATION: A rooftop (they're all the rage)
DA ALLIEZ: One Sith
DA ENEMIEZ: Mandalorians, [member="Elara Lok"]
DA OBJEKTIVE: The number to call if you find an abandoned Skraal is...

Of course, in the ensuing action there was a world of flying men and beating wings. The woman that he had so happily vomited delivered threats of the gutting variety and something about mounting, which quite frankly excited the disgusting creature, as he did not realise what mounting one's head truly meant. I suppose one that lives in the gutter keeps his mind in the gutter. Silly Smeg.

Instead he was left to stand and stew as the Hydra Queen took off for other more glamorous and intimate pursuits. Leaving the Skraal left upon the rooftop without so much as even a ladder to climb down from. Not all roofs are built equal, you know? They're not all meant for access.

Thinking that his grand task had been complete, the rotund rodent lurched over. Still feeling the dregs of acidic goodness clogging up his tubes.

HHHOOOOOOOORRRRKKKKKKKK.

The last of the viral vomit found itself at King Smeg's feet as he spat the remnants of the gila stomach alongside his own saliva upon the ground. You're not supposed to leave that stuff in your system, you know?

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Smeg"], [member="Ava Lok"]

Consciousness returned painfully to Elara. She looked groggily through her helmet at the rooftop she'd landed on. Memory came back slowly. She'd been flying, using her jetpack, and then an impact and she'd crashed down.
Hitting the release straps on her pack she saw a weapon had impacted it, presumably causing her crash.

Struggling to her feet she was pleased there were no obvious broken bones. Fishing around for her pistols she found them and took a deep breath.
"Ava?" she said into her comm. "Ava, are you alright?"

It was then she spied the horrible Skaven Skaar creature. It certainly wasn't an ally, so she took cover behind a spur of all and fired two shots from her ripper at it....

 

[Darth Rixas]

[member="Neskar A'toll"]

Pain stabbed into Angrel's body as his Rage leveled out, allowing him to keep his technical awareness although his burst would be less noticeable. Hefting his Kraetos onto his left arm once more, he lifted the tower shield to protect him from the shower of ammo being sprayed towards him by his opponent. Angrel's arm shook with each wave of shells, as he ducked his head behind the Kraetos and advanced forward, sliding his right hand to his belt to retrieve a Tir Stunner. The annoyance of having to use it caused evident expression of annoyance, although the emotion was hidden behind his helmet.

Angrel' excelled at melee combat, but wasn't the best at ranged combat. He'd had the training for it, but where others would advance, Angrel would remain complacent. As the fire from Neskar subsided, Angrel peaked around the tower shield and quickly lifted his Tir Stunner to fire four shots in the Mandalorian's general direction. Two of the shots seemed accurate enough to tag his torso, but the remaining two bolts looked to pass Neskar's left and right shoulders. Angrel himself didn't study the technicalities of the weapon in depth but he was sure if the power settings were set to High, it would not only stun a target but potentially stop their heart.

 

[Sosu Deviron]

Location: Cinnagar Streets
Enemies: [member="Azrael"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Navio"]
Allies: One Sith, [member="Sero Valrel"]
Objective: Protect & Destroy

War never changes. I finally realized that after centuries of life. All around me dead bodies lay some armored others without. The smell of burnt ozone and corpses assaulted my nose and clung to my black robes becoming a mere nuissance. These things no longer bothered me as I pushed forward with a small squad of soldiers at my back. I lead the charge but not as a attacker but as their shield. My double bladed lightsaber activate I spun the blade as though it were a cyclone before me. The speed and dexterity which I spun the blade almost made it appear as a red shield. Intercepting bolt after bolt I helped my squad push through the crowded streets against the Mando's. How dare they show their faces on this planet? They had picked this fight and I hoped they were prepared to deal with the consequences that it came with. I know I wasn't. I had started with a small unit of maybe twenty soldiers to where now my numbers had dwindled to a measly seven.

The Mandolorians were a great race of warrior's something I would never take away from them. Yet they couldn't stand to the One Sith, we had Vong, and a large amount of force users. Pushing through the streets even more I was taken by surprise as a group of mandalorian soldiers came down from one of the alleys and began to fire upon my squad. Pouncing I jumped over the soldiers I had been protecting and landed among the Mando's drawing their fire. The group of four turned inward to face me yet weren't prepared for such close range with a double bladed saber. Crouching into a spin I cut at the back of one Mando's knees where the armor should be somewhat weaker and thinner. I sliced clean through the man's leg's falling to the ground, but that wasn't enough for me. Raising up I spun the blade at around neck level for the mandalorian's beheading the last three. The one without his legs fell to the ground screaming in agony but I ended his torture plunging the red blade into his neck.

Exiting the alley I found my soldiers engaging the mandolorian's though some had broke off to assault the mandolorian, [member="Azrael"] but were quickly dropped by his shots. Rage filled my mind as the man effortlessy killed the forces and I channeled it into the force and used it to reach out and push the man backwards with a powerful push before then using it again to yank him forward to shake him up inside his armor. Using the small distraction I would run at the Mandolorian darting to and fro to avoid shots by other mandalorians and himself.

 

[Tylan Toarinar]

(Sorry for the delay, RL can be a queen!)


Location: Cinnagar Streets
Allies: The One Sith
Enemies: The Barbarian Horde, [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Objective: Teach the Dixon Clone humility



The BRAL had already made Tylan's connection to the Dark Conduits of the Force falter and fail. He was used to such tactics. The scattergun was expected just the same from scum such as a Mandolorian warrior. As the barrel of the gun made it's way to being pointed toward him, he leapt to the left as hard as his legs could push him, just barely making it out of harm's way from the gun's payload. Diving into a somersault, Tylan made it to his feet in quick fashion, charging at Vilaz at full speed, violet-hued lightsaber bearing down at the Mandolorian's head full bore. The Force was a powerful ally, this was true. But sheer willpower, determination and hatred could be just as powerful when wielded by the right person. And there was no way he would be denied this shutta's head on a silver platter this day.

 

[Smeg]

DA LOCATION: Rooftop City
DA ALLIEZ: One Sith
DA ENEMIEZ: Mandalorians, [member="Elara Lok"]
DA OBJEKTIVE: Lie.

He had just finished spilling the rest of the gila stomach's contents up onto the ground, a feeling of pride circulated his being. Smeg had been useful and in front of the Hydra Queen to boot. Perhaps later he would get a satisfying scratch behind the ears for his trouble, oh he could practically feel it now, it made his half-tail wriggle with pure anticipation.
Of course, his fun and games were spoiled when he heard the voice of a woman speaking into her comm. That's not a friend, Smeg. In a frightened state he perched upon the balls of his feet, which was fortunate given how the woman pointed her weapon at him.

He squealed and dived off to the side, actively tripping over himself in the process and landing on his gut with a soft thwup. Thank goodness for rodent obesity.

At least he didn't get shot.

“STOP SHOOTIN' AT SMEG! I IZ AN INNOCENT IN 'DIS WAR!!!”

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Cinnagar streets (behind a piece of fallen building.
Allies: [member="Azrael"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Navio"]
Enemies: [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Sero Valrel"] [member="Darth Angrel"]
Objective: Retreat?!?

She was trying her best to stay afloat and not pass out. Anastasia had to give herself credit, she wasn't doing too bad for her first fight. She hadn't known what to expect and as of late she had been more focused on herself and learning the ways of the witches than properly using a blaster. She needed more training which she would receive before doing this again. Learn some spells and be even more powerful.

Her goal was to one day be able to protect her brother the way he protected her. To stand on her own two feet and be powerful instead of weak as she was once again feeling. It was a lofty goal but the young woman was determined.

As she heard Az tell her to take cover she had shot another arrow before falling to her butt. The reason she used the bow instead of the rifle at her hip was because she had better aim. Apart of her wanted to disobey him and stay to help. She hated to give up like this however she also didn't want to be a liability.

Getting on her knees she crawled herself over to where there was shelter behind a piece of fallen building or something. She couldn't really make out what it was but it would do. Instead of sitting there and licking her wounds she pulled out the rifle and began taking potshots at Sero. She wanted to help still even if it wasn't much.

 

[Michael Steelfang]

Michael pushed his fighter's engines to the limit as the warhead gave chase he activated his sunburst flares causing the warhead to collide with the flare he swung round a building and charges head on with [member="Aedan Miles"] opening fire with all he had on board if this didn't put a dent in the enemy fighter then nothing could he heard his astromech droid chirp to him"N4 this is not the right time for polite conversation now put me through to [member="Anastasia Rade"] " the droid beeped a rather vulgar beep to him before connecting them "Hey sunshine what's your status do you require some air support" he snarled to the droid "As for you , say that about my mother again and you will be walking back home "

 

[Galatea Raste]

Location: Rooftops
Allies: Lieutenant Kir Commander Orin Laufeia Carzi Sawa Ike
Enemies: Countess Calum Teramo [member="Dred Varad"]
Objective: Track the Enemy

Parried again. She was finding it hard to fight without the Force for some reason. When the red-clad ones appeared and opened fire on Dred she was alright with it, as she was suddenly freed from the lack of ability to manipulate the Force as the ysalamiri on the Mando's nutrient frame went poof. Not literally but it did die, and the Force came back to her. She strengthened her injured arm as she stood, prepared to do real battle with her foe.

And then he ran away. Her eye twitched at this.

"I never expected that tank of a man to be a coward."

She looked over at the others. Maybe they could nab the other Mando.

 

[Azrael]

Location: Cinnagar Streets
Allies: Mando'ade
Squad: [member="Neskar A'toll"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Navio"]
Enemies: Dar'Jetti; [member="Sero Valrel"] | [member="Sosu Deviron"]
Objective: Retribution


Did they even realize? Azrael wondered if those that sided with the Dar'Jetti even understood the ramifications of their actions, or what has transpired to bring them to this place today to face off against the Mandalorian people. Were they aware the history of their new Dark Lord? Mand'alor had issued the rally to charge the city planet of Empress Teta because of the shift in power with the Sith. Those that were close enough to have witnessed the change in Ordo surely understood why the Mandalorians were storming this planet - but what of the others? Were they just soldiers following orders, or were they invested here, in this time and place knowing that the Mandalorians were literally fighting a civil war at this point? These questions peppered his mindscape, but it didn't slow him down or cause the Field Marshal to react with any compassion. Despite their reasons, this was a time of war - and in the thundering of glorious combat, you didn't second guess yourself.

Within the helmet of his beskar'gam, Azrael was in a world of his own. Tracking both the progress of the vode near and far - while dealing with the threats around him and putting down the resistance that stood in his path. It had not been that easy when he first started out, but he'd adjusted to the life like a mynock to power cables. The readouts were second nature now, and he was responding in kind with efficient and practiced movements. His little sister moved from the scene, finding cover as instructed - and he knew that eventually he needed to get to her position, but right now he had to take care of the problematic Sith infantry that had shown up to do battle. The Heavy Ripper barked out its shots in rapid fully-automatic bursts, blasting out energy encased slugs to pepper the landscape, doing the most damage to both the cover the infantry was using, and to their own armor. Whatever it hit, the energy burned like white hot slag against the object before the kinetic energy of the slug itself buried into the target. With the sheer volume exiting the barrel, trying to defend against it was a fool's errand. You either got out of the path, or you were torn apart. Paired with this were the pot shots of the Roughcut - which while not shielded, was chosen for it's bird-shot like quality that spread the pain.

"Ge'tal Akaan'ade, re-group and draw out the snipers. Get a perimeter setup and concentrate your forces." The command rang out to the remaining members of the Red Legion that had not been decimated by the previous interactions with the Herglic. They needed a tactical advantage, and he wanted to make sure that they pushed through the resistance in the streets because it wouldn't be long until the Vong decided to really show themselves in the city proper. "Ner'vod, get air cover for the Legion, and drop supplies if you have them to the vode." The Field Marshal advised [member="Michael Steelfang"] as he flew overhead across the battlefield. Whipping to the side, against the downed Lancer, Azrael drew the Roughcut across his bionic arm to utilize the pump action for the next few rounds. Just in time, Azrael saw two metallic orbs bounding across the permacrete. Each weapon pointed directly forward let out a spray of slugs that ripped into the permacrete to alter the course of both of the orbs, and spread them to the left and to the right of him, enough to get out of the direct path. "Goore!" He shouted the grenade warning as he leapt forward, ducking behind the lancer as the twin explosions ripped apart the pavement and leveled shrapnel in all directions. He couldn't save the Roughcut however, as it was torn from his hands (even from the magnetized grip) and launched yards away.

Immediately, Azrael drew out a flashbang grenade to answer back and lobbed it up and over the lancer to land in the vicinity of Sero who had so generously tossed the payload of his thermos. The internal commlink he shared with Anastasia warning her to activate the dampening feature of their helmets so as to be immune to the bright light and deafening sound of the explosion to come. Cutting through the fog, the Heavy Ripper came next, as he turned around the Lancer and shot slugs with breathtaking speed directly into the path of what he was assuming would be a very disoriented and dazed opponent. That's when his attention lightly diverted to a new threat that had come into the battlefield. With one hand free, he drew upon the secondary side-arm of the MM-27 Charging Ryhno at his thigh and began to level slug shots directly at the advancing Sith. Sosu's hand motions meant nothing to the vode while he still carried the nutrient tube to nourish and sustain his personal Ysalamir. A good majority of the Mando'ade had come equipped with the yellow lizards to negate the Sith's direct attacks with their Force powers. The ten meter invisible sphere about the Mandalorian repelled his pushing and pulling attempts, and would do nothing to the firing of his weapons.

The Mandalorians knew what they were coming up against when planning this invasion and had worked out strategic squads and tactics to deal with the oppression of the One Sith. That being said, they were still locked in heated conflict, and they had to be ever vigilant as while they were prepared, they were still outnumbered, just as Azrael was, dealing with a Sith infantry and the Force users themselves. Thankfully his squad was also keeping close ranks and working as a cohesive team. The half-blood was just waiting for a moment of opportunity to cut Sero and Sosu down, in order to secure ranks and re-form defenses.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

[member="Darth Angrel"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Navio"]

Neskar's shells ripped through the organic shield, causing damage to it, but not quite breaching it. He frowned, cursing under his breath. He would need more punch to destroy it. Flames from his jetpack licked at his armoured waist, helping him dart from side to side. Immediately after his shells rammed the surface of the tower shield, the foe raised what seemed to be a device of some kind. Four shots rang out in the air. They flung themselves at him, screaming through the air at him. At once, Neskar raised the power on his jet pack. Rising immediately, two of the bolts soared past him, a narrow miss. One more glanced off the side of his left leg, numbing that section of his body.

The fourth and last, collided with his left shoulder, having gone off course slightly. Originally aimed at his chest, it was a narrow miss, but crucial nonetheless. Electric streamed around his armour, acting as a makeshift Farraday cage, redirecting the electricity away from his body. It still burnt him though, singing that section of armour, and numbing his right shoulder for an unknown period of time.

Cursing his foul luck, Neskar leant to his right, his jetpack scooted him rapidly to the side of the Sith below. He had to stay away, Sith could be deadly up close. Stay at range and wear him out. He could barely lift his left arm, nearly dropping his Vornskr shotgun. Others plans had to be made then.

Lifting his right, he pulled two thermal detonators from his belt, activating the first and hurling it downwards. He was certain he had timed it right, so it would explode as soon as it hit the ground. Smirking, he also pressed a button on his gauntlet, which brought up two miniature missiles which still packed a major punch, about the same as the thermal detonators. Clenching his fist, he aimed downwards, firing a single missile in a cloud of smoke. The missile stalked the path of the detonator, making so that when the detonator exploded, a missile would follow and explode almost straight after. He had also left another missile, so that if the Sith managed to dodge both of them, Neskar could accurately fire again and finish the job.

And if that didn't work? His arm was getting less numb by the second, and the more time the Sith spent running, the more time Neskar had to compose himself. It was a bold tactic to try. Fortune favours the bold, they say.

 

[J3C0]

Location: Rooftops of Cinnagar
Enemies: [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Allies: [member="Darth Carach"]

She heard the gunship coming, with the sounds of war and battle it was difficult to, but it aided that her senses in the force told of some sort of danger. Unfortunately for her, the senses of the force were not pin point radars and as the gunship swooped overhead firing its missiles, Mierin was caught slightly off guard.

The bubble flickered and cracked slightly as missiles struck around around them. Shrapnel embedded itself within the invisible wall, but as Mierin released her grip on Preliat and focused her strength on maintaining the barrier, the cracks quickly sealed. Explosions tore apart the roof, duracrete ceiling quickly beginning to collapse in upon itself. Mierin frowned, and enforced the bubble further, huge chunks began to fall onto the floors below, piece after piece of the roof collapsing, until finally the space between Mierin and Carach fell out.

“Hang on.” She commented dryly, still maintaining the bubble.

They fell through the hole in the ground. The ceiling collapsing onto the top floor, and the top floor falling onto the next. The building didn't entirely collapse luckily, a few missiles not being enough for that. They tumbled into place on the second from the top floor, Mierin landing on her feet with a heavy thud. Almost immediately her eyes shone brightly, and the barrier was once again summoned around them. The ceiling fell down, burying the two Sith Lords beneath a light layer of rubble.

Beneath the rubble, Mierin stood, sweat forming upon her brow as she held back broken rubble.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Rooftops of Cinnagar
Enemies: [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Allies: [member="Darth Mierin"]

In contrast to Mierin her dueling partner hadn’t been splitting his focus around multiple things. Instead Carach aimed for one thing and one thing only, to crush Preliat’s head slash helmet into itself and kill him.

So he didn’t notice the gunship flying over and the Sith Lord at first didn’t even realize they were under attack. That was how much trust he had put into the barrier Mierin had put over them, trust well placed, because when he finally lost line-of-sight with Preliat after he bugged off… they were still standing.

Alive at that.

The building started to collapse, which was annoying to say the least, even more real estate which would have to be restored after the invasion was over. Those barbarians really needed to learn something about focused strikes, instead of spraying around missiles as if it was candy during christmas.

They crashed into the lower floor and the rubble started to pile up over the shield, which was obviously putting a strain on poor Mierin. With a wave of the hand the rubble removed itself from the shield giving her some breathing room.

‘ Good teamwork, though that Mandalorian seems to have gotten away. You want to go after him and finish the job, or find someone more reasonable to kill? ’

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cinnigar
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: One Sith [member="Tylan Toarinar"]
Objective: Win

Unfortunately, he missed the Sith but he had much more surprises for the Sith. The question was which one should he use? His flamethrower; the miniature concussion missile that was one his left arm; his WESTAR pistols? He took out one of his WESTAR pistols and unsheathed the Beskar Beskad that he found earlier after dropping the scattergun to the floor. If the Sith had used the force to reach him then he would've overwhelmed Vilaz but because of the ysalamirs he had no connection to the force.

The Mandalorian saw the Sith running towards him with nothing except his lightsaber. With his beskad he used it to block and then lock in with the saber and with the other hand containing his WESTAR pistol he shot two rounds from the weapon at the chest of the Sith.

 

[Morpheus]

LOCATION: Rooftop
ALLIES: [member="Lieutenant Kir"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Laufeia Carzi"]
ENEMIES: [member="Dred Varad"] [member="Strider Garon"]
OBJECTIVE: Pursue.

As Dred and his fellow folks retreated, Orin gave his own simple command.

"After them," he uttered in a deadpan monotone, seemingly unamused and detached from the current situation. Him and his squad rushed forward, leaping off the rooftop just moments after Dred and co. had exited. They'd survive the fall intact, thanks to the armour, and they had some maneuvering capabilities thanks to the jets mounted on the armour's back.

ON THE STREETS BELLOW

A swooping attack run by Mandalorian bombers left the AT-AW column devastated, no match for so many proton bombs being dropped directly on top of them. To be fair, their shields were still recharging after power had been diverted to heat sinks, but no matter. The attack run may have been targeted on one walker, but three were destroyed, reduced to flaming husks of warped metal and charred corpses. The last walker remained standing, but with a leg missing and no shields. They'd likely not make it out alive if still deemed a target.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

LOCATION: Rooftop
ALLIES: [member="Commander Orin"] [member="Sawa Ike"]@ Laufeia Carzi
ENEMIES: [member="Dred Varad"] [member="Countess Calum Teramo"]
OBJECTIVE: Pursue.

Kir didn't need another word from his Commander, as soon as Orin gave the order, He chased.

The S-11 was nestled in his shoulder, and as soon as he saw the Mandalorains try to get away he began to fire a few shots. Three or four to simply harass the man and woman as they fell from the roof. Then, Kir began to chase after them. He rushed with all the speed that his Power Armor gave him, his massive steps clonking on top of the roof and causing cracks in the duracrete.

He pounced after the Mandalorian [member="Dred Varad"] using the thrusters on the back of his arm to shoot towards him.

A massive power armored form shot after Dred, with lightning quick reflex Kir reached out towards the Mandalorian, attempting to grasp onto his leg and throw him onto the ground.

 

[Rhodessa]

Location: eh what retreat
Allies: [member="Dred Varad"]
Enemies: [member="Lieutenant Kir"], [member="Commander Orin"], [member="Laufeia Carzi"], [member="Sawa Ike"]

She heard an order come from one the guys on the roof, it caught her by surprise. Where we losing this battle, no not while she was their with her rail gun, fully charged. She waited for the vod to get out of the way. She was hidden behind a wall waiting, for the their commander to come down. So she could shoot them in the back, she had all six shot`s ready. It would close range, and the force only know such a shot would.