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Location: Cinnagar
allies: Sith
Enemies: More than he could count.
By some sort of miracle Sero was still breathing and able to take advantage of [member="Azrael"] ‘s distracted state. While the mandalorian warrior turned his attention toward, some other foe Sero could not see, the formor gladiator crawled away. His body on fire with pain, each desperate movement felt like he was dying, but if he did not persevere he would die.
Crawling, bleeding and crying Sero was able to escape the main action of the battlefield, slumping against, a wall or something he once again lost consciousness.
“Hold on Sir. Medics on the way.”
By the force he was the luckiest man in the galaxy, he had been found by the last remaining Reapers who, had to exit the battlefield or risk being wiped out completely.
The medics worked furiously and quickly on Sero hoping to save his life, would it be enough? Only time would tell.
Location: Cinnagar's Airspace, approximately 50 feet in the air
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Sith
Theme: "Epsilon's 2nd Movement" from Megaman X Command Mission
Current Mood: "Defense Mode"
Current Objective: Save Basaba
"A royal purple suited Mandalorian male of the Luc'Ta clan... not something most people would see helping the Mandalorians these days. But now you see it." ~Caraddo Luc'Ta
A man in royal purple flew past the battle between a mando and a sith, neither of which Caraddo knew, and noticed the Sith had the upper hand. He then took out a rifle of nondescript origin and fired not one time, but twice, assumingly as warning shots, then put the rifle down, literally and took out a Particle Beam Rifle and shot directly at the Sith.
Location: Sky
Objetive: Get Free of Ordo's grasp
Enemies: [member="Ordo"] [member="Darth Junra"]
Allies: The Mando'ade
The old Mandalorian grunted in pain as the blow from the large head of Ordo slammed into his own. His HUD fizzled and flashed for a moment, the sensors becoming incredibly disoriented before returning to the altitude warning. Cursing under his breath, his eyes shot open in surprise when his Bes'uliik flew past, ripping the Sith speeder to shreds. As the roof of the building came closer and closer he held tight, using Ordo's weight and the speed of their fall to slowly turn the pair. With Ordo's backpack and his control over the Force he was confident that the fall wouldn't kill them both, though he was sure that if they were to land, Ordo would be the one to tank the fall.
For a split second he thought about using the knife tucked away in his thigh to blow Ordo's arm in half...But with that Sith aboard his Bes'uliik, he wasn't sure if he wanted to take that particular fight, despite his advantage atop his own beast.
He felt their decent slow, probably through the Force. Cursing under his breath, he called out to his Bes'uliik silently through his helmet's complex HUD as the compartment on his thigh sprang open and shot his combat knife into his hand.
"ORDO!!!" he shouted, gripping the knife with his free hand and bringing it down between plates in his arm. If the blade sunk in he would squeeze the hilt, releasing the COT at 850 psi, possibly severing his arm, if not making it useless and frozen from the inside out.
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The Bes'uliik knew this woman was not Gilamar. The fleshy thing crawling along its back was no where near as heavy as the Old Man, and the way it gripped the controls was filled with purpose, but uncertainty. The beast bucked mid air, trying to fling its unwanted passenger off. It sped up, flying up through the clouds. Without the experience and without anything really to keep her on the thing, it would have to be through sheer strength and will power that she stayed aboard.
But it didn't have time to deal with the little one. Gilamar had sent a signal, and the photoreceptors on its head flashed red, turning sharply in the air and diving right back to where the fight was taking place at breakneck speeds.
Allies: [member="Azrael"], [member="Navio"]
Enemies: [member="Sosu Deviron"], [member="Sero Valrel"],[member="Hion the Herglic"], One Sith
Objectives: Try not to be such a damsel in Distress
Azrael may not have thought of himself as a ducking hero however to Anastasia he was her knight in shining armor. He had saved her and now when she had come to a battle quite ill prepared he was providing her medical care. Nobody had ever done that for her before. She had always been left to lick her wounds on her own. There was no such things as medicine where she was from but that had never really bothered her as she didn't know what that was at the time.
Anastasia couldn't help but flinch slightly as he stabbed her with the needle. She knew that he was of course only trying to help her and the green liquid wasn't anything bad. It was just that old habits died hard and she was used to being shot up with something that would give her seizers or worse. The young witch tried to hid it but she still had side effects from everything she was given. This though would only help, she trusted him. He was the only one she fully trusted in this galaxy. Everyone else she was slowly warming up to.
As she was told to rest and not die the young woman signed and grumbled a little. She had been though much worse and she considered her wounds to be nothing more than flesh wounds but she would listen. There was no use in fighting him plus she didn't wish to be a bigger pain to him than she currently was being. "I promise to stay put right here and rest. Next time I'll be the one protecting you," she grinned as she tore off a loose piece of her jacket to wrap around her arm. If he wasn't going to allow her to fight anymore she had to find something productive to do. Cleaning herself up seemed like the best option at the present moment.
She hadn't been lying when she said she was going to be protecting him. This battle showed her not only how much she still had to learn but how much she really needed some armor of her own. Anastasia wouldn't be in as bad of shape if she had. "I think I may need some armor as well." She could work on that and learn a few some spells along the way.
Location: Outside the City
Allies: [member="Mantorok"], [member="Kymaero Vol"]
Enemies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"]
Objective: Destroy enemy tanks
For a second time, one of the Mandalorian tanks came through a shot from a proton cannon relatively unscathed. That was telling. They were proving more durable than the assault walker Cyrus was seated in. There were not a lot of materials that could shrug off a hit from a proton cannon, and one in particular was almost unique warrior tribes of Mandalore. Beskar-armored tanks, how much of the 'mandalorian iron' did they have that they could afford to armor tanks in it? Not for the first time Cyrus wished he had one of the heavy mass driver cannons on the AT-SA's now held by the Fringe.
Time to change the game. You didn't need to blow a tank (or any combat vehicle, for that matter) apart to take it out of the fight.
"All units, focus fire on the main guns of those tanks. They're armored in Beskar, hull shots are ineffective."
Additional commands were issued out via control consoles. In a handful of seconds, Cyrus had devised a new strategy. While the enemy armor focused on his allied forces, his light units would begin to engage the tanks with every light weapon they had. Lasers, grenades, blasters, all designed to frustrate the crew of the enemy vessels, force them to button up, and hopefully confuse their sensors. Then the walker or Hellhawk's would fire a volley of concussion missiles targeted directly at the main gun. Missing would be hard, the enemy tanks had cut repuslors and turned themselves into immobile batteries.
The walker would play bait, attempting to draw fire or disrupt the enemy formation. A direct hit form the proton cannon would probably still take a tank out the fight, so they couldn't just ignore it.
They began their first run, focusing on the eastern squadron (Squadron Two). The AT-HK's moved in first, firing volleys of grenades aimed to throw up smoke and damage secondary weapons, and opening up with their blaster cannons at any open hatches and sensor ports. The AT-AW joined in with its anti-personnel blasters, with the main cannon firing as often as possible to interfere with enemy fire control. The Hellhawks followed in next, one after the other, the first laying down waves of fire with its blasters, the second with a volley of four missiles walking down the long barrel of the mass driver.
All the Beskar in the world wouldn't protect from a mission kill.
Location: Free Faaaaallin'
Enemies: [member="Quinn Vos"]
Allies: The Mando'ade
The woman was incredibly strong, forcing open the Bes'uliik's claws with little less than a grunt.
Things just got better and better.
Or worse and worse. Her arm wrapped around his neck, bringing the wondrous woman closer to him. He couldn't help but smile as they fell from the beast's claws, but he wasn't going to end up a bloodstain on the ground, and he wasn't liking the way his arm was pinned. Activating his jetpack, the suddenly jerked her arm as she brought the blade to his armpit, catching the armor and cutting through his flight suit, but not through the flesh. Sucking his teeth, he brought his head back and went in for a Keldabe Kiss.
At least she couldn't say he wasn't trying to be romantic.
DA LOCATION: Rooftop DA ALLIEZ: One Sith, [member="Silara Vantai"] DA ENEMIEZ: Mandalorians, [member="Elara Lok"] DA OBJEKTIVE:I can't get down...
Was that it? The end of King Smeg's reign? No! No! Say it ain't so! I mean, to be the killer of such an amusing character, one would have you hung, drawn and quartered in the chambers of creativity. A galaxy without Smeg is no galaxy that I want to be a part of.
So let's all take a moment to praise our new favourite Force User. Introducing, with a wham-bam-thank you-wall, here we have Silara Vantai, whatta babe.
The Skraal scrabbled back up onto his feet, still clutching his wounded tail as the dust from the rubble settled upon his already grimy coat. Getting behind cover would have been a capital idea, I mean there was no pedestrian roof entrance or ladder to climb down on this roof, and without wings, jetpacks or the Force the King of Filth was stuck up here until somebody took him down.
And so as Mandalorian and Sith engaged in battle the noble rodent known to the galaxy as Smeg unclipped the second glass vial from his belt, this one filled to the brim with a cloudy pus-yellow substance. Nothing deadly, nothing explosive, just...vaguely colour coordinated bodily substances.
“SMEG KAN HELP, BOSS!” he declared, throwing the glass vial at the Mandalorian. Not like it would do much, after all, armour. Duh.
LOCATION: Walkersville, Western Flank ALLIES: One Sith ENEMIES: Mandalorians, [member="Sherruk Fett"] OBJECTIVE:Puppydog tails and dreams...
The crew of Mantorok's walker
“Sir! Are you seeing this?!” the gunner shouted downwards at the pilots, observing Rambo the Detonator Man at work upon the ground.
The thermal detonator thrown by the Mandalorian bounced off of the walkers upper metallic service, sliding a few feet before exploding. The metal dented and warped under the explosive force, leaving a large gash in the central “head” of the walker.
“If you're seeing it, then why aren't you dealing with it?!”
Meanwhile, as the Mandalorian dodged beneath the massive walker, the narrator took some time to consider the poor neglected anti-personnel laser cannons and fast acting shields. Let's hand-wave it, I am dope also fly like that.
Several soldiers within the cargo hold of the walker stirred. The men shifted their packs, shouldered their weapons, and opened the hatch at the belly of the massive Sith war machine. They dropped out just as the Mandalorians ran away, spotting the explosive charges and diffusing them swiftly. The soldiers then promptly followed behind the Mandalorian warrior, their weapons raised.
The crew of Mantorok's brain
Where did we leave our dinosaur friend? Oh yes. Running. Charging. Furiously stomping across the grounds as a hail of fire erupted at him. Vonduun crab was a sturdy foe, and from his distance the organic armour kept him from well, being gunned down before the fun could even begin.
“PUT YOUR TOYS AWAY AND FIGHT LIKE REAL WARRIORS!”
With his considerable arms outstretched the beast quickened his pace, the Force guiding surprisingly fleet feet. This was no, dramatic kill blow with a lightsaber kind of deal. This was a double clotheslined. We're taking it back, for some good old fashioned wrastling.
Location: Descending the Stairs of Heaven Enemies: Anyone? Allies: [member="Darth Mierin"]
Impassively Carach watched Mierin attempt to wrap the Force around the mostly broken body of the Mando Barbarian, who had tried to stand against them and had failed pretty miserably, if everything went well then [member="Preliat Mantis"] would find himself flying off from the roof towards the ground.
Beskar wasn’t a good cushion when crashing into the ground, blunt damage would be a thing, the Sith Lord also known as Carach wished the man luck with a simple flick of the wrist.
Said flick generated lightning, which was sent towards the Mando. Always go for a double whammy, no mercy in war, that was his creed.
Then he waltzed off towards the stairs, with Mierin following close by, there were sounds of battle coming from the streets. It seemed this day wasn’t over just yet.
Location: Cinnagar airspace
Allies:[member=Arrbi Betna"]
Enemies: [member="The Hydra Queen"] | [member="Rytek'irk'intrano"]
Objective: Slag the worm. Stop the interruption
While Arrbi kept the enemy pilot engaged, Anija concentrated her laser fire on the chrom vrone. The creature was heavily injured, and she could see pools of black ichor gathering beneath the creature's seeping wounds. For the most part, it had stopped spitting plasma at them. It still did so occasionally, though it's aim was getting worse.
She had just dropped another flame carpet bomb on the creature when Arrbi's voice entered her helmet again via comm. As he spoke, she began to visualize his idea. It just might work. Spraying a few more laser bolts at the chrom vrone, she pulled the flight controls to the left. Her bes'uliik looped around towards Arrbi and the large fighter he was trading blows with.
As she came around, her weapons lock beeped. Pressing down on her during controls, she loosed a stream of laser bolts at the enemy craft. "Copy that, Angel One. Moving into position now." And then she did just that, dropping her bes'uliik below their enemy's flight path.
They wandered the streets for quite some time, this time it was filled with both Sith and Mandalorians Soldiers. Yuuzhan Vong and Royal Guard, Sith Troopers and Teta Militia, they streamed through the streets with Walkers and tanks, fighting Mandalorian troopers with surprising effect. Mierin asked several of them where the fighting was heaviest, and quickly they were directed towards and isolated area of the City, heavy gunfire and the sound of Mandalorian Rippers could be heard.
The two Sith Lords turned a corner, walking into a battlefield. They stopped suddenly and took a few steps back, peeking around the corner instead.
Directly ahead of them lay a barrier, nearly thirty meters away, three Mandalorians lay against it, one of them she recognized. His armor was familiar to him, if only barely. He had assaulted her on Coruscant, had taken Mia's body. The Sith Lord frowned slightly, and attempted to reach out with the force to snap the mans neck. The force quickly disappeared, turning into nothingness as soon as she got within a few feet of her.
Ysalimiri.
Her scowl became even worse. “Carach. Follow my lead.”
She stepped into the middle of the street, making no attempt to hide herself. The force swept up all around her, picking up tiny piece of metal. Ball bearings, rebar, broken pillars of dureasteel, and even chips of armor. Hundreds of pieces hovered in front of her for a moment, and then she pushed them forward.
Mierin launched the pieces of metal at insane speeds directly towards [member="Azrael"]. Not enough to pierce his armor, but enough to cause blunt force Trauma, and kill a lizard or two.
Location: Cinnagar City Streets Enemies: [member="Azrael"] Allies: [member="Darth Mierin"] Objective: Follow her lead
And so Carach did, his own hand raising itself up, wrapping an assortment of things in the Force and sending them off to meet and greet with the Mandalorian Soldier.
Really wasn't much else to say here; it was possible to discuss the feelings the Sith Lord had with killing innocent lizards, or perhaps describe how his hair flapped in the air with little beads of transpiration finding its way down his forehead. All of this was meaningless in the grand scheme of things though, it didn't add anything to the fighting action of the Sith Lord, and so didn't have a place in this particular prose.
Location: Outside of the City Objective: Knock Basaba the kark out! Allies: One Sith Enemies: Mandalorians @Basaba Williamina
Well Basaba managed to get into a weak point alright -- and Nephthys wasn't the best of melee fighters without her brother with her. So, the Mandalorian managed to get up in that weak spot of the crab armor -- and well... lopped her arm right off.
Oh yeah, that was painful.
But also served as fuel in terms of pain and rage for what the petite young Sith Lord would do next. The arm fell to the ground with a thud, blood spilling over her armor and onto the ground, but in that upward motion of Basaba's swing, the Sith lord would shove the force down her body, strengthening it as her left foot would brace to kick at the Mandalorian's chest with a powerful piston like blow, intending to send her flying back.
That free time would allow the sith lord to swipe her saber across the stump where her arm used to be to sear the flesh shut, the scent of burnt skin filling the air.
Watching the scene for a moment, Veles observed the work of his ship’s weapons until those grew silent, no longer having any target to obliterate. The Sith Assassin then turned his large head and spoke to Lady Banshee through the secure channel between the two ships. “Let’s move out and ensure our air superiority, my lady,” he spoke with a warm smile on his face, happy that they were done and could fly to destroy more Mandalorians. What else could they do anyway, being aboard their ships? Hopefully his fellow Sith Master agreed with him. Motioning for the crew to get their attention, not that they would have ignored him otherwise, the Mon Calamari Sith Master spoke.
“Fly around and scan the area on our radars. Once we find something, we destroy it.” The ship moved again and he reached out with his webbed hand, one of his claws touching the window offering him and the pilots a nice view on the battlefield. It almost felt relaxing, being so detached from the horrors happening on the ground. The ruined city underneath looked insignificant when one realized it was just one of many in the galaxy. That obviously did not mean he would let the uncultured barbarians ravage the planet. Quite the opposite, this was a chance to stop the warmonging imbeciles before their filth started spreading and killing more innocent people.
The large ship ascended higher, its silhouette growing smaller to the spectators watching it from the ground. This offered Veles and his wonder-eye a good look over the battlefield, the cybernetic orb gazing over the damage and casualties, the other eye watching it with worry. There was nothing he could do for the soldiers except for ensuring they were not bothered by any pesky Mandalorians, such as those who have appeared on the radar as simple dots coloured red, trying to destroy a blue coloured spot that must have been a friendly fighter. Typical Mandalorian fight, as many as possible against one, honour level 0 0 nothing. “My lord,” one of the men behind Veles’ back summoned the Sith’s attention, “We have two Mandalorian starfighters, it seems. Should we approach?”
Walking behind the man and seeing the screen for himself, the Sith Master nodded in confirmation. “Indeed,” the eyes shifted back towards the window and he watched the scenery change as the ship changed its course, now moving to attack the enemy. Soon, the visual contact was established and Veles noted that moving in to help was the right thing to do, as it seemed their ally was in dire need of some help. “Get us on the level with those starfighters,” said the Sith as his ship approached the three ships from the side, the pilots of the Fury slightly turning its course to get behind the three. “All turbolasers, target their engines!”
Location: Outside of City
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Darth Nephthys"]
She had been surprised at a moment when the blade cleaved through and then felt it in her chest, even with beskar'gam armor protecting from sabers it didn't really protect from kinetic impact and that was what the petite siths leg gave while she flew back not being braced for the attack. A scowl and the pain in her chest coming as she felt like a speeder truck it her or a wrecking ball. The cracked ribs making her breathe heavily and gasp for gulps of hair. She didn't have her beskad or spear but there were other blades she was ready to use as her head looked up through blood stained vision and something was coming at her.
Her body moved to the side sluggishly but she felt something, a sharp pain as her mind was refusing to acknowledge it at first. To protect her until she turned and saw where the ball had impacted her, the right arm torn from its socket and a jerk of energy while she spun around. Her kneecap and ankle shattered while she was in place. Basaba was gasping for air and could feel it the tears in her eyes now from the pain as she worked to hold them back. Her features paler while she grabbed at the knife and squeezed sending the CO2 out to freeze the section of her arm.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Basaba screamed as her brain let her feel it, that sudden rush of pain overpowering the body while her scream echoed. She tried to rise and felt her broken leg give away under the armor as there was a snap and the warmth of blood, a piece of bone piercing the armorweave and Basaba stumbled to the side laying there on her back. She was keeping her arms trained on the woman and took two grenades off as she tossed them, one of the forcebreakers and the other a sonic grenade set to go off faster and detonate the breaker hopefully before the sith could react. She wanted to disorient her and buy those prescious moments until she could let the distance close and grab that woman's throat.
Location: Outside of the City Objective: Bubble Basaba Allies: One Sith Enemies: Mandalorians [member="Basaba Willamina"]
Determination and grit cut the angles of the tiny female's face as she took a step forward with her right foot, bracing her self as she dropped her saber onto the ground. Her right hand, now free of hindrance and extended from her original strike, merely reacted in exploiting her mastery over a particular force power.
Electronic charges would scatter as a Force bubble, normally used for defensive purposes now turned into an offensive maneuver. Yes that sonic grenade certainly went off first, but the speed of her manifestation and manipulation of the Force would start out as a half sphere around the area of the Mandalorian, the sonic boom resonating and bouncing back at Basaba as Nephthys would complete the sphere.
Trapping the Forcebreaker within the Force bubble and against the woman into a field of shrapnel and sonic percussion.
Location: Skies outside of city
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Mandalorian [member="Caraddo Luc'Ta"]
Objective: One down, now two
Sawa had moved on, the mandalorian she targeted proving little else before she was back int he air and flying. The renewed energy while she snatched one of the mandalorians and drank of him proving the most effective. Then there was another mando in purple armor who appeared and she moved to engage holding one of the dauntless blades and her hand cannon before the warden's cloak fluttered around her and she was on the battlefield looking at him firing a shot at Nephi, her own body moving and the experimental phrik sword catching the shot. The energies around the battlefield bringing her attention to the other mandalorians who were fighting and Sawa focused using air shaping to fill her lungs with enough oxygen before blowing out a large gust mixed with fire shaping to incinerate a soldier.
She turned silvery eyes towards the man and barred her white teeth as fangs extended. The crimson mask from his brother on her face before she was moving letting enhanced strength and speed give her the advantage. A small smile on her face before she was closing that distance and letting the force augment each fiber of her muscles to move faster and harder. "Hello little lamb." Sawa tucked and corkscrewed as she braced her arm and went in as close as she coudl to eliminate the blasters range, shaping whispering as the earth moved to root her in place and she fired near point blank the hand cannon with a thunderous crack aimed ccrack, if it hit it wouldn't penetrate the beskar but kinetic impact could cause heavy internal or straight up launch a person backwards.
For a moment, just a moment, she contemplated crushing the over-sized rodent herself for his ridiculous antics, but then quickly decided instead to take advantage of his distraction, calling on the force as she dashed back out into the open, pulling on the fragment of the wall that she had used to smack the Mandalorian out of the sky previously to topple over her, enhancing her movements with force speed to reach the other side and take cover behind another pile of rubble.
LOCATION: Slightly away from mantorok's walker ALLIES: mandalorians ENEMIES: one sith, mantorok OBJECTIVE:Slow the advance of the walker assault Auxiliary Objective: Beat the kark out of mantorok
As the mandalorian ran towards the sith, he threw four force breakers, grenades that could knock out a force user,none force user, and cut them off from the force. This would even the odds of the battle, for good measures the massive, bulky, muscular, black armored tank pressed his detonator to the explosives, a large click was heard. Were they karking kidding, no explosion? This made the warrior very angry, no one ruined his past time, with extreme force the brute leaped toward the sith, in an attempt to tackle the sith. If this connected, the large alien would have to deal with a painful, hit that would knock him flat on his face.The mandalorian soldiers, jet packed toward the troopers chasing the angry mercenary. The battle would begin, the two men had fired at the troopers immediately, with their extreme accuracy, some would die at their hands. Yet one thing had not changed, numbers continued pouring in the flank the zabrak hoped to slow down, yet explosions still neared them. Crushing them, the vod would not die in vain, the three would fight to the death, just to damage the assault slightly.
There was a moment's respite from the fray in this alcove that had once been a permacrete and durasteel building, now ruins and rubble - the casualties of war. This invasion was far from over however, and the fights raged on within and without the city, as well as in the atmosphere above. The sounds of the struggle flooded from all sides, echoing the din of destruction and chaos from all angles. The Mandalorians had brought war to the newly claimed Sith world - and they had done far more damage to their ranks than the Protectorate had managed on Coruscant. This world though was less heavily fortified and charged with defenses than that of their new homeworld. It was for this reason, and the strength of the Mando'ade that he assumed they were pushing forward far harder than they did when Coruscant was in play. Despite the dark shadow that loomed over all their hearts, that in the end, they were fighting against their own -- they would not relent, they would not back down or give in. The rally call of Mand'alor had driven these brothers and sisters to raze Empress Teta and leave the Sith in ruin. This was their price for Ordo's betrayal and Monroe's demise, the blood that littered the fields in every form of Mandalorian, and Sith alike rested squarely on the large hands of the Sith's new Dark Lord -- and he well knew it.
"Verd ori'shya beskar'gam." He recited to Anastasia at his side. The bacta would kick in immediately, not only numbing the pain and working rapidly to close her wounds, it would also regrow tissue while regenerating the cellular structure and forming clots to stave off the bleeding. It was pretty much a miracle drug, all things considered, and he was glad he always kept a spare vial for when issues like this would arise. "It does help though." A smile was offered in the space of the helmet where the mouth-plate had retracted. Azrael was quite a fan of his armor, and he had taken great care and time to fashion it together, enabling him to be the Mandalorian he was today. The armor didn't make him Mandalorian, it simply bolstered his already determined resolve. The mouth-plate soon snapped back into place with a small 'clink' as his right hand rose to his helmet listening carefully to a report being repeated over and over again. Company was coming their way.
"Navio, vod - incoming Dar'jetti -- two of them. Get prepped, and don't lose focus." He radioed to the far taller Mandalorian before he looked at Anastasia. "Get ready to provide some cover Ana'ika, when I give the word." Azrael admonished his little sister as he peeked around the corner to watch the strolling Sith Lords walk side by side in perfect tandem. As if the threat of war and the still fighting forces of the Cinnagar streets mattered not to the pair. The confidence to step out in plain sight was not lost on the Field Marshal, as their boldness was evident not only in their position but in their stride. The slight pause and glower of Mierin caught his attention, as the half-blood grit his teeth. This was her, the one he'd promised that he'd meet again on the battlefield. He was honestly shocked that his prophetic promise had come to a middle so soon. Digits of his left hand gripped tightly, scraping metal against metal with vigor. She couldn't touch him...that much he knew, but he kept a weather eye as her and her partner in Sith crime raised their hands to invoke their religious power to call for his destruction.
The moments spared between their conjuring gave him pause enough to utilize a new weapon to his arsenal. By no means was Azrael trained in the use of such a weapon, but as one famous Smuggler had done on the frozen fields of Hoth, Azrael ignited one side of the lightsaber he'd stolen from Sosu and flicked the red plasma blade across a small roof like ledge of thick permacrete at a crude but effective angle. The large stone slab pivoted and dropped thudding heavy directly in front of both Anastasia and himself as a make-shift shield. Seconds later the clattering of bits of debris, rubble, metal and stone rang against the thick slab. Some pellets and fragments embedding deep into the stone, cracking the exterior, but it would not penetrate it. A plan was forming in the half-blood's mind as he switched gears and leveled the heavy ripper to the side of the protective stone and began to fire brutal three second bursts of high-yield slugs in the Sith's direction. This time the Sith Lord that had caused Mia Monroe to fall on Coruscant was not alone, but it seemed she was still leading the assault as he mimicked her movements. A muted command was given under his buy'ce as more shots rang out in rapid fury attempting to draw their attention - and if they took purchase, actually deal some damage.
"The murdering demagolka of our Liberator has engaged my squad on the city streets. Bring the fire, vode!" His channel frequency changing to alert all vod near and far on the planet, and above that the one who had cut down their beloved Mia Monroe was standing in the middle of the battlefield on the Cinnagar main drag, ripe for the taking. Azrael had taken the body of their Liberator for a proper memorial on Keldabe and told the vode the story of her bravery and honor. He had seen the grief and the pain that it had caused his brothers and sisters and knew without a shadow of doubt that every available Mandalorian within range of that communication would be heading to ground zero, wanting a piece of the action. At the last, the war-droid a few kilometers away stirred to life again and leapt with repulsor technology ripping into the sky above for the second part of a three pronged attack.
