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

[J3C0]

Location: Cinnagar City Streets
Enemies: [member="Navio"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Azrael"]
Allies: [member="Sosu Deviron"] | [member="Sero Valrel"] [member="Darth Carach"]
Objective: Squash Bugs

Mierin saw the projectiles fail, and she also knew there would be a counter attack. As soon as the metal bearings and pieces of rebar lodged into the heavy concrete her eyes flashed. Her palm shot up and the air around her seemed to shimmer slightly.

Within seconds a bubble formed around both her and Carach.

The ability should be a familiar site to the Mandalorian that was before the two Sith Lords. The Protection Bubble was one of the staples of Darth Mierin, she had used it in the fight against him on Coruscant, though that hadn't really been much of a fight. Still, it was a common sight to see when fighting Mierin, and as soon as the Mandalorian heavy ripper appeared, the bubble surrounded Mierin and Carach.

Before it could be completed, one of the round tore across her arm. It bit into her, slicing flesh and muscle and cutting through her arm. The Sith Lord bit her tongue, but blood began to spill down her arm.

Heavy slugs struck against the bubble, running against its smooth surface and chipping off. They ricocheted and bounced off, flying back at the Mandalorians, into the ground, and towards the buildings surrounding them.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Cinnagar City Streets
Enemies: [member="Navio"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Azrael"]
Allies: [member="Sosu Deviron"] | [member="Sero Valrel"] | [member="Darth Mierin"]
Objective: Squash Bugs

It was convenient Azrael’s reflexes were fast enough to avoid any damage from the barrage of rubble thrown at him, almost bordering on improbable, but Carach wasn’t in the mood to start a discussion about how darn quick these projectiles moved.

Bullets started spraying around as the Mando tried to shoot them, the Sith Lord wasn’t overly concerned though. He had been fighting with Mierin for some time now and he knew that a Barrier would be surrounding them in a matter of seconds; she didn’t disappoint him, although a single stray bullet managed to hit him in the shoulder. Blood started seeping with the skin broken, pain hit him immediately.

This was the difference between the Jedi and the Sith, one would have had his concentration blurred by the pain, but the other would only become stronger in resolve and pure strength. Carach used the pain, bathed himself in it and then started to take cues from Kerrigan the Asteroid Chucker.

His hand had been still raised up high and with a flourish it closed itself, the Force wrapped itself around the building closest next to Azrael and his lackeys, with a groan portions of the building started to fall down as duracrete and other construction material were ripped from the foundations and started crashing down.

Objective was simple: Crush them under the Rubble, while Mierin protected them against the gunfire.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: Cinnagar City Streets
Objective: Live to see another day
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: One Sith

The streets battle ridden buildings which had once stood tall now were nothing more than dust and twisted metal. Arla knew it was her duty to fight where the Mand'alor decreed, and Arrbi had trained her on every weapon he could find to put into her hands. On her hip she carried a ripper a common weapon among among the vod and it gave her a level of confidence when it was fit snugly into her hand. She had tucked her val into the slip on her left side. She knew that from the dead littering the streets she could pick up additional weapons.

The one thing that none of them could do for her was take away that feeling that the first time soldier had when walking onto the battlefield. The first time to see all of this up front to hear the explosions to her left and right the queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach and to fight that fight or flight feeling. But her family was on the field of battle this was the place she should be. She prayed she would not meet her Buir here. Ordo was one person she knew she could not kill.

Her black armor with splashes of orange on the upper arm, orange the sign of life today was about life. Living a life well. She and Arrbi had discussed the need to fight, or kill. Could she kill another person? This was part of her test to find out. She knew she should feel safe inside her armor, but she did not. She felt exposed even with the basic crushgaunts no modifications adorning her hands. A reminder to herself when done design new armor.

As she contemplated the mysteries of life and death her comms went off and a familiar voice crackled through. It was time to face her fears and pray to god that Arrbi had trained her well enough to survive. Arla headed toward ground zero and whatever fate lay ahead of her.

 

[Cira]

Location: Leaving Random Rooftop
Objective: leave Ava to beat on Ashe and find new quarry
Enemies: The Mandalorians [member="Arla Balor"]
Allies: One Sith

With the poison of the Gila stomach already running amuck within [member="Ava Lok"] 's veins, it was only a matter a time before it would completely consume her. She would first, of course, live through about two to three hours of going insane. There was a window there, where she could still find a way to beat the virus, but that all depending on what she did next.

Either way, the Horde of [member="Smeg"]'s rats or her own Yuuzhan Vong would soon overrun this room to claim the woman. In what state she was in then.. well.. only time would tell. They would attempt to claim Ava for the Hydra's brood none the less.

However, there was still a fight to go on, and in this the vessel of Yun-Harla knew she still had to work to do.

Airborne she went, the Hydra staff curling round her body as the woman flew off to find a new opponent. This is where the rather unfortunate [member="Arla Balor"] came into play.

Large wings would soon send the Vongshaped female behind the armored woman. In no time, the first strikes of the Horde would be felt as a thought through Vongsense coaxed the tentecles of Umrach to go reaching out to tangle the Mandalorian in their grasp. All the while, Yuuzhan Vong Thud Bug 's shot from Chitin Carbines would seek to strike the woman's armor for massive kinetic energy damage beyond the beskar would attempt massive internal damage.

 

[Ordo]

[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Ordo watched as the Knife rose and streaked toward his arm. His hand shot up to grip the Mand'alor's wrist as he let go of his collar. He grimaced behind his mask at the thought of his once friend dying but Ordo would bring peace to the galaxy if he had to burn it back to the stone ages to achieve it. He Would then pull them man to the side with force enhanced strength in an effort to throw him toward the nearing building while he blinked his jet pack active. It would take several seconds for him to slow but there would be no crash of death today.

"Good bye Gilamar." he would say calmly as he let go of the man.

 

[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/alby-liaw/kingdom-hearts-the-13th-struggle[/media]

Vornskr was attempting to not put much pressure on his right leg as possible, but being that his right side was his dominant side, it was quite difficult to avoid such things. But, he clenched his teeth down hard and continued on despite the nagging sensations of pain running through his right leg and arm, and ignoring the blood flowing down from the wound under his arm, which by now had stained his armor crimson where it had smeared during the struggle. There was no doubt bruising underneath the sections of armor that had been hammered by the pieces of flying debris, but those were minor grievances in the eyes of the Sith Lord, and were not to be bothering with in the heat of battle, but occasionally he would unleash a guttural roar whenever something rather large or heavy crashed into his back or his side. By now the museum was a complete wreck, most of the shelves and display cases broken and scattered about the cracked floor, and pieces of art and culture so important to the people of Empress Teta crushed into ash or broken against a far wall.

Another thing to blame on the Mandalorians, I suppose?

It was inevitable, anyways.

Then came Rave's back-flip, which luckily placed her out of reach of the long, and powerful swipe that Vornskr had just unleash a millisecond prior. Vornskr was moving to rush her as she landed, but his armored sabatons dug suddenly into the broken ground as the hair on the back of his neck prickled up when she began her Nightsister incantation, and green forks of electricity began to erupt from her severed stump of an arm. Vornskr muttered his own incantation, this one in the language of his people, and conjured forth a barrier with the same coloration as Rave's lightning to defend against her pincer attack. However; this energy barrier required Vornskr to be immobile while using it, and thus he was stuck standing there in concentration while the lightning burst and crackled all around him, further devastating the museum.

"I've seen this attack before, Merrill. Copying Velok, are we?"

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Building
Objective: Survive
Enemies: One Sith
Allies: Mandalorians


The lightning missed him by a long shot, as he was already in motion. Luckily, the Sith had thrown him off the roof of a high-building- meaning he had time to remove the grappling hook he had taken out from his jetpack. He didn't need to aim anywhere specific- the anchor would slam into the side of the building wherever he shot it. He smacked the tube, and the gas shot the grappling hook out from it's sheath, and the anchor impacted the building. Preliat swung into the wide window of the building, throwing himself into a roll to minimize the damage dealt. He huffed, landing on his probably either cracked or broken rib. He couldn't quite tell which one. Preliat found himself on an empty office floor, and sat in one of the office cubicles, and would take a moment to re-energize himself. He did a quick equipment check- his Tomahawk, his two Westar-34s, and the Ori'ramikad CO2 knife on his leg.

Not exactly an arsenal.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Location: Skies outside of city
Allies: One Sith, [member="Sawa Ike"]
Enemies: Mandalorian Caraddo Luc'Ta
Objective: Pray that this fight doesn't go stale like all the others

So, McYodas had been pointless. The Hand of The Dark Lord had been forced to move along. He was wasting time. Time was valuable when one had the goal of intergalactic peace through order on their minds.

Moving once again at a suprising pace, Vindica reached the battleground of Sawa and Caraddo, it was a fight that could, and would be finished quickly. As Sawa fired, Vindica reached out in the force, wrapping a telekinetic hand around the Mandolorian to hold him in place as the slug of the handcannon slammed into him. Surely it would wreak internal havoc, then he and the knight could move onto more important things. No saber ignited in his hand this time, he simply watched from behind the empty soulless eyes of his mask.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: Cinnagar city streets
Enemies [member="Zhaera Shai"], One Sith
Allies: Mandalorians


[SIZE=12pt]The sounds around her grew louder as if something were bearing down on her she stopped to look, a mistake for certain it was then she saw it. She had never seen anything like it before and a brief second it took to register Arla turned and began to run.[/SIZE]


[SIZE=12pt]She zig zagged through the debris looking back she drew the ripper and shot off three rounds. Yes Arrbi would be upset about that but her heart was pounding and three was a good number to give her some assurance. She came up to a wall which had fallen during the attack scrambling over it she turned and ran into the wall. Stunned. She backed up only to feel one of the thud bugs grazed the back of her armor, “FRAK!” She yelled that was a sensation of pain that she had not been prepared for her insides felt as though they had quivered on impact. She stumbled for a moment but pushed herself as hard as she could to move to standing wall flattening her back against the wall, trying to control her breathing.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=12pt]She didn’t know where her attacker was at the moment and she would not waste another shot without knowing. She peered around and looked to the air, where was it. This was a day to stay inside.[/SIZE]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

https://soundcloud.com/yui-chan-ichinose/vogel-im-kafig-attack-on-titan

[member="Ordo"]
@Drashy'la
[member="Azrael"]
[member="Rave Merrill"]

When was it he decided that the Mando'ade were to be his children?

Was it when you thought you had lost everything?

He blinked, and he was whole. The ghost of his wife appeared before him, reaching out, touching his hand. All of his failures, all of his victories, all of the good and the bad things he had done to this world. All the things he had put in and taken out flashed before his eyes as he felt Ordo's hand release its grip. At that point he let go, the face of his young daughter, now an adult, alive and happy flashed before his eyes.

All around him his helmet blared warnings, he could see the Mando'a text coming from his droid that was struggling to catch the old man. Gilamar closed his eyes and smiled, letting the wind flow through him, accepting the Manda for what it was.

The destruction of the proton cannons and the raging battle around the city had left many buildings in ruin. He thought that his droid would have caught him long before he hit the ground, but Ordo's strength had launched him into another building. Crashing through the wall he felt bones break as easily as the duracrete he had passed through. Ruptures, snaps, he felt his shoulder mounted cannon shatter on impact.

He tumbled.

The old man gasped as he felt a familiar chilling sensation run through his body. Icy cold and then suddenly warm. He blacked out for a moment, coming back into consciousness, his vision blurred.

"Damn...Helmet," he muttered weakly as he struggled to throw his helmet from his head. Blood dripped from his lip and brow. He looked down at his lap, hands shaking, vision just as blurred as before. Grasping the slick, durasteel rod that protruded from his gullet he puked crimson. One lung had collapsed, likely from the sheer force of the impact, the other...well, it was quickly filling up with blood.

In the distance he could see his wife, dressed in her beskar'gam. He could feel the Manda's pull on him. All around him, friends from the past, his wife, Rekali, and even his father nodded in approval. It was finally his time.

In the hole he had created his war droid hovered into place, landing and lumbering over slowly. Its photoreceptors flashed bright red and it lifted its head up and released a sorrowful cry as if a close friend had passed.

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As the Mand'alor passed the locks on the giant cage disengaged. He had one parting gift for Ordo and his Sith.

 

[Nyxie]

( Edited, since I debated and decided I didn't want to become a Mando for this. Yet, anyways. )​

 

[Basaba Willamina]

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

Basaba didn't see the bubble but she felt it in her head, the sonic grenade going off and her hand went to her ears as she tried to grasp at the other one sending a needle of pain into her arm. She wanted to scream more and without her helmet she couldn't block the other noise before everything was quiet. Her hand came away with dark red on the pale blue and she was guessing the other side sounded the same. Her eyes flaring for a time with hatred as she felt something, her mind misplacing the sensation of someone slipping away and she knew it was one of her vod... No she knew this feeling... It was like a family member and their father. Yellow eyes as she rolled over and felt her gut tear, with fresh blood warming her lower body, her vision in one eye covered in red with puffed up skin. She drew the lazy eye heavy pistol and fired it at the sith now more in rage while her only free hand wanted to deliver just as much pain to he as she was in. Her anger making her eyes flare and she had never tried acknowledging the force, Tysk had shown her that she could feel it but she hated it with every fiber of her being as she let it out and poured all the rage of the A'den, she was her clans wrath, she wanted this sith to suffer.

 

[Darth Rixas]

Neskar A'toll


Head held high, Angrel's eyes focused on the floating Mandalorian. The Sith Knight's shield vibrated in pain, the organic tower silently crying as it pushed shells and debris from it's "skin." Helios tilted the shield to view it's damage, and decided it was still functional enough to upkeep it's usefulness.


Neskar sought to keep distance from Angrel, something the Sith Knight could do little about. He lacked the tools required to lasso the Mandalorian to the ground and he saw nothing high enough to propel him to the target. Telekinesis crossed his mind but he doubted he would be able to pull a mandalorian out of the sky, especially when said warrior could possibly resist the tug with his jetpack. Crimson eyes stared from behind a dark helmet, the mind behind them wondering how much time this would take; If he would be able to deplete Neskar's ammunition or Jetpack fuel. Typically they only held enough gas for 20 bursts or so, but Angrel wasn't technical enough in battle to count the seconds. His guess as to when the Mandalorian could descend was as good as anyone's.


Then, Neskar moved. Angrel, from his disadvantageous position knew that while he stayed on the ground, an impending aerial assault was impending. He only hoped he would be able to retain his mortality when it ended.


Angrel saw the mandalorian release two small objects from his possession, most likely explosives. A hand went forth, naturally, as a barrier erected around the Knight. Angrel eyed the detonators as they neared, fearing his shield to be underdeveloped. The detonators exploded, enveloping Angrel in flame in smoke. His shield, despite his worries, remained in tact- but he failed to see the remaining attack. Although Angrel had yet to dissipate the barrier, it wasn't being fed additional energy to not only strengthen it but to also reinforce it after the detonator's explosion.


The missile slammed into Angrel's weak bubble, dissipating it almost on contact. The barrier served little purpose, being able to absorb the initial impact but nothing more. The explosion forced Angrel's outstretched hand down as the force and fire of the explosion tore through Angrel's cheap armor and looked to cook him. The armor surrounding his arm and torso were completely destroyed or entirely missing altogether. The explosion also claimed the majority of his helmet in addition to his actual injuries. Burns covered the Sith's skin. Writhing in agonizing pain, Angrel shivered as he erected Force Energy to protect him from the flames and smoke he continued to stand in. The Sith couldn't explain his shaking, finding it embarrassingly ironic that this wasn't a snow planet.


Emotions developed thereafter. Rage, anger, fear, passion, and most relevant of them all; pain. Angrel channeled his pain through the Force, creating a stronger defense for himself as he contemplated his response to the Mandalorian's assault. He bore injury, but by the Dark Lord and the Force itself, Angrel refused to fall. If he would allow scorched skin to stop him, Angrel felt as though he shouldn't have survived his apprenticeship. The torture might not have been to this degree, but he learned to cope with pain and block it out. No matter the severity. Should he attempt to blot out a type of pain that he couldn't, then the injury was most likely of a magnitude that should result in the Sith Knight's death. So Angrel would endure.


He remained in the smoke of the explosions, hiding his presence from Neskar. Although his location was of pin-point nature, Neskar wouldn't be able to see what he was doing. Channeling his emotion and pain through the Force, Angrel strengthened his connection using it to seek out...something...that! A large piece of jagged metal, debris. Most likely a remnant of a ship or land-craft. To give Neskar as little warning as possible, Angrel gathered the power required to execute his attack before attempting it first. Seeing something on the ground wobble and shake would be suspicious to even someone whom wasn't war centric, which is why Angrel gripped the metal and shot it towards the floating Neskar in one forceful rotation. It was taxing, but hopefully worth it. The debris looked to impale Neskar with its pointed side, which was considerably large. If it landed it wouldn't only pierce the Mandalorian's torso and poke a hole, it would leave an entire gash from the base of his neck to his bellybutton. Kneeling, after the action Angrel took a moment to regather himself, realizing his breathing became more and more difficult by the second.

Internal damage?


Leaving the question to float around his mind in a rhetorical manner, Angrel reached down to his belt retrieving his Tir Stunner. Two more shots buzzed from the cloud of smoke as the Sith Knight stood to his feet and dashed out of the smoke to get a better view of Neskar. Two more shots were issued to the floating tank.

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

Location: Outside the City
Allies: [member="Sherruk Fett"], Whoever shows up
Enemies: [member="Cyrus Tregessar"], [member="Mantorok"], [member="Kymaero Vol"]
Objective: Breach outer defenses, Reach the City, Support Infantry, Engage and Eliminate Key Targets


Another proton cannon round pinged off the front armor of Olivia's tank. Similar shots were likely striking at the rest of the tanks in her half-company of vehicles. Were she not wearing a helmet, Olivia would likely have spat in the name of the Sith and their machines. <We can't afford this.> Olivia thought to herself. She needed her forces to advance through this fight and get into the city where they could help the main fighting force.

"Commander. Friendly infantry engaging eastern hostiles." Came the voice of one of her squadron leaders over the radio.

"What's their status?" Olivia asked over her vehicle's communicator.

"Looks like the Sith want to engage them in hand-to-hand, mam." Answered the Sergeant.

Olivia almost wanted to laugh. Bloody Sith. Leave it to them to exit an assault walker while under heavy fire... just to swing a sword at a small group of loose infantry. "That's why your tank has anti-personnel weaponry, sergeant. Put your squadron's drivers to work and mow down the Sith." Olivia said coldly, a feral smile playing across her lips.

Her eyes returned to the viewscreen, scanning the battlefield. The western flank of the enemy was collapsing. (At least) one walker was down and the return fire was lightening up on squadron three. The answer to this was obvious. "Squadron three. Activate repulsors and press forward. Engage targets as they present themselves. Focus fire on hostiles to your east if you run out of targets to fore." Olivia said, continuing to sweep the battlefield for status changes. The hostile light walkers and escorting VTOL's were making an advance. Zooming in on the eastern flank where their attack seemed to be focused, Olivia watched as light weaponry was brought to bare against the heavy Canderous tanks. She was about to laugh, but it caught in her throat when she realized that they were aiming for the sensors and secondary systems that adorned the top of the vehicles.

<Clever aru'e.> Olivia thought before barking out new orders over the communicator. These orders directed at her own squadron. "Drivers. Assume control of secondary weaponry and engage the soft targets to our east." Switching over to squadron three's frequency, she added an amendment to her previous orders. "For bloody sake, use your secondary weapons. Their shields can only take so much, and those legs are vulnerable to lighter weaponry than the main body."

"SHEB!" Came a loud, near-pannicked voice from her headset. A quick glance at her display showed it to be coming from Two-Bravo.

"Report sergeant." Olivia said calmly, ignoring the man's disregard to radio etiquette in the heat of battle.

"Critical hit." The man said, coughing on what Olivia could only assume was smoke. Was he not wearing his helmet?

"That tells me jack, sergeant. What's your status?" Olivia said, irritation entering her voice.

"Forward hull breached. Driver dead." Coughed out the sergeant in response.

<Either he took shrapnel or the idiot isn't wearing his helmet.> Olivia thought at once. Choosing to assume the best in this case, and knowing which of the two eventualities would have the lesser effect on the moral of those listening, Olivia barked out her response to Squad Two as a whole. "Then put your bloody helmet back on and get back to work. Two-Alpha, reposition yourself in front of Two-Bravo and cover that breach. All forces are to engage central target with main cannons."

Olivia's lightly armored fist slammed down onto the armrest of her station. <Where is our damned support!?> She thought to herself. The lack of response over GROUND-COM frequencies was worrying... It was more than worrying, it was bad. Whatever the sheb the bigger picture was right now, the fighting must have been fierce over the entire engagement zone.

Combat Force

Spoiler

OLIVIA'S PLATOON:
SQUADRON ONE: (Secondary weaponry of each tank engaging light walkers and VTOL, independent targeting of main weapon, used by drivers)
One-Alpha: Canderous-class Assault Tanks (Olivia): Hull-down. Engaging [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] with primary weapon.
One-Bravo: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Hull-down. Left repulsor offline. Engaging [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] with primary weapon.
One-Charlie: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Hull-down. Engaging [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] with primary weapon.

SQUADRON TWO (300 meters east) (All vehicles also engaging [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] with main cannon)
Two-Alpha: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Moving in front of Two-Bravo. Commander engaging [member="Mantorok"] with Anti-Personnel Laser Cannon.
Two-Bravo: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Hull-down. Damaged front armor. Driver dead. Crew stunned. Accuracy reduced.
Two-Charlie: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Hull-down. Driver engaging [member="Mantorok"] with Anti-Personnel Laser Cannon.

SQUADRON THREE (300 meters west)
Three-Alpha: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Advancing, engaging [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] with all weapons.
Three-Bravo: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Advancing, engaging [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] with all weapons.
Three-Charlie: Canderous-class Assault Tanks: Advancing, engaging [member="Cyrus Tregessar"] with all weapons.

 

[Sheff Zee]

Location: Cinngar

From his position on top of a building the Sith Knight looked about, and then leapt with the aid of the Force towards a nearby skyscraper, and smashed through the window with the aid of the Force and his lightsaber to force his way inside. It was much faster than simply taking the stairs or a turbolift after all, plus it just seemed a lot more exciting and cool. If someone had been in the room, unfortunately there wasn't, they would've been in for quite a surprise for the black clad Sith Knight smashing through the window and then proceeding to lunge at them right after.

That had at least been the plan if he had sensed someone in that split second it took to go through the window. At that moment he realized that he had left his Apprentice's somewhere in the streets, but he didn't really care. If they died, they died. [member="Mala Kulan"] and [member="Metus De'cal"] would either have to work together to stay alive, or simply try and track their Master as Malphas himself continued to leap from building to building, in search of a fight and an easier mode of transportation that wouldn't drain him slowly but surely.

 

[Ordo]

LOCATION: Cinnamon bun city
Objective: Make the offer
Enemies:
Allies One Sith and Mandalorians.

Ordo landed in the wrecked building and looked at the howling war droid. His breath caught as he saw his friend resting bloody on the ground. Heavy feet pounded the duracrete as he slowly approached. He looked at the man that had called him a son and his grey-green eyes blinked away tears.

"Cantankerous old bastard." Ordo said as he picked up the man's buy'ce. Old checked the man's vital signs with a scan and shook his head knowingly. Soon he walked out again and used his jet pack to reach the roof.

"Get me the planetary comm he said over his helmet commlink as he stepped to the edge of the building and looked down at the war zone below. His damaged war droid found him and landed sitting like a giant pet at his side as he placed a foot on the edge of the building. News camera droids fluttered around him as they began broadcasting to the galaxy and his voice could be heard in the streets of every city and village on the planet.

"ENOUGH!" his booming voice exploded out across the world as images of the man is black and gold armor began being displayed locally and on the holonet. "This has gone on long enough. I, Ordo, have defeated Mand'alor [member="Gilamar Skirata"], and claim his title. We fought in fair single combat. He was a brave man, a strong man, and my Vod. I claim is title of Mand'alor and offer a truce. Leave now go reinforce Mandalorian borders and there will be no threat from the sith." He held up Gilamar's helmet, his buy'ce, for all to see, "Come ner vod and help me bury our Mand'alor the Fearless and our fallen, let us not lose more."

Ordo stood on the building top holding the buy'ce at his side and waited.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Cinnagar City Streets
Allies: [member="Navio"] | [member="Azrael"] | [member="Neskar A'toll"]
Enemies: [member="Sosu Deviron"] | [member="Sero Valrel"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Mierin"]
Objective: Provide Cover and don't get trapped under rubble

She was amazed at the good the drug did in such a short amount of time. Drugs in her world had always been a bad thing with negative side affects, never positive. They had always given her an option before hand. If she joined them she could have it all and the pain would go away. She would be a queen, with fancy dresses and anything else she wished. Anastasia chose to stick to her morals to not be like them no matter what they did to her.

Nodding she grabbed the rifle to get ready to provide cover. Anastasia wished that she knew some spells as than she could really assist with fighting the Sith. These same abilities were the exact reason that she was a prisoner for so many years so not being able to use them sucked. She had these abilities that she had tapped into before so why not now? They were after all the sole reason she had been imprisoned for so long. The reason now she found to be the lizards which worked on her but the Sith seemed to not be phased. It was probably because she was so close to them.

Before the young witch could take a shot she heard crumpling around her and as she turned her head she saw building pieces come flying towards them all. Anastasia had broken objects before and flung things around. It hasn't been the right way but she could help them if they would stop blocking her gift. "Incoming rubble. Everyone duck," she warned. The trouble with that thought was there was nowhere to duck.

She managed to dodge just enough to avoid being smashed by a falling piece of rubble which crashed down right next to her breaking into pieces along with another piece right next to her. Anastasia could see it now as the rubble continued to fall around them. She or someone she cared for would be trapped by the collapsing building.

She felt helpless to help stop at the very least the collapsing building. Anastasia felt like that weak helpless little slave girl still trapped in that cell by the Sith. She didn't want to be that though, so she had to try even though she had never done anything like that before. "Let me help, I can help keep us from getting trapped. The lizards are preventing that."

In the pit of her stomach she could feel that something was wrong here. It was more than just the war itself, something terrible had just happened. Anastasia couldn't put her finger on it right now but she had a sinking feeling they would all find out soon enough.

 

[Not Ordo]

@ALL THE THINGS


The locks burst and the ship cleared as the sound of twisting metal became audible. This was a last good bye from Mand'alor Skirata. A huge blue tail knocked a wall away as it un-curled and began to move. A blast from a tremendous blue breath weapon burst out melting steel and scortching air as it stood. Many feet pounded as it left the confines of the ship it came in and began to approach the battle field. It's skin glittered like the stars and the blister packs on it's back began to glow and pulsate with anticipation at the feast it so desired.

A roar split the air as the beast pounded the ground with its huge tail and dropped its tremendous jaws on a speader bus of evacuating civilians. Lives ended in a wink and the beast hunger was teased. Another roar split the air as the force of its roar tore people from their feet as they ran. Soon it would be seen approaching the City of Cinngar and I would kill everything in its path.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Above city
Allies: The One Sith, mandalorians I guess

Darth Banshee had watched and filmed the duel, between [member="Ordo"] and [member="Gilamar Skirata"]. She was pleased ordo had won, it meant he was know mandalore, and the dark lord. She wondered if she would have had followed mandalore, if he had won instead as dark lord. Though she did not have that burden to decide, the mandalorians did. She order her ship to land, near the dark lords position. It had some repairs done to it after the missile attack from a mandalore body guard.

As it landed she disembarked, and then knelt before Darth Ordo. As she rose back up, she said one word to him in mandalorian Mand'alor? It was question rather giving him the tittle, as she was unsure is he would be allowed to claim it. Then again would his vod, accept her dark lord as their leader. She was unsure on this, as mandalorains where honoured bound to follow him. Then again they hated her kind, they blamed the sith for bombing their home world.

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

"Transcending him."

The lightning kept up as Ordo's voice rolled in. But news of Skirata's defeat hit Rave like a sledgehammer to the face.

She'd loved him. He'd never reciprocated her affections, more than twice her age as he was, honorable as he was, but she'd loved him nonetheless. She'd given him everything he would accept.

Her lightning intensified to an all-consuming storm of green, too bright to look at. Statues cracked to dust. The museum shook. Her sabre took its place at her belt; Entropy broke free of the stone and shot to her hand. She left Derriphan where it was.

Very carefully, she withdrew the lightning from around Vornskr.

"I loved Gilamar Skirata," she said. "If I keep this up, it'll go too far. I don't want to get irrevocable with you, Kaine."

He would know, without her saying it, that she'd be back for those responsible -- that this had just turned personal. He would know, without her saying it, that she'd rather not fight him when that day came. The One Sith had plenty of enemies, plenty of places he could be and still do his duty.