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

[Darth Veles]

Location: Up there
Allies: [member="Darth Banshee"] but not really
Enemies: [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]

With his friend nowhere to be found and no allies in sight, the situation started to look grim for the ship. Sighing at the sight of all shots coming from his vessel missing the intended targets, the Mon Calamari glanced at the crew. "Are you sure you know how to man these turbolasers?" he asked with a frown before turning back to the window. Laser shots bounced off the shields of the large ship as the enemy flew at the Fury before diving down and flying under it. This move drastically closed the distance between the Fury and the Mandalorian starfighter, greatly increasing the chance of the turbolasers hitting the enemy. If only the gunners could find the right moment to fire! This gave Veles an idea. "Turn the ship slightly to the right and intercept the starfighter's loop," the Sith Master ordered and moved away from the window. The shields could hold a few more attacks and if everything worked well, there would be not many of those in the future.

Replacing the man firing the turbolasers with himself, the Mon Cal firmly grasped the controls in his webbed hands and opened his mind to the Force, letting it guide his hands. As the enemy starfighter came for another pass, he was more than ready. Although he did not know it, it was being piloted by an AI for that moment, swiftly turning the dogfight in his favor. Flying straight against the starfighter, Veles waited until it got close enough and right in front of the Fury's turbolasers before firing. The Force itself told him the exact moment to release the devastating attack at his enemy, much like how Skywalker had destroyed the Death Star.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: Cinnagar City Streets
Allies: Mando'ade
Squad: [member="Neskar A'toll"] | [member="Azrael"] | [member="Navio"]
Enemies: Dar'Jetti; [member="Ordo"] |[member="Darth Mierin"] | [member="Darth Carach"]| The Leviathan: [member="Dralshy'a"]
Objective: Keep an eye on Azrael and Stab Sith

It was no sooner after she felt something was wrong that those feelings were confirmed. Anastasia seriously had been hoping to be wrong about that one. The last thing that any of them needed was more grief and heartache. It seemed though that the faiths thought differently.

If she was hearing things correctly the Mand'alor was dead and now the Dark Lord was trying to take his place. She never had the chance to meet the man in person but even at that she had respect for him and knew he was a good man. It was a crying shame that she hadn't met the man whom was such a huge influence on Azrael. She really would have liked to meet him. Azrael from what she understood and read was his son so she could only imagine how crushed he was to lose his father. To Anastasia, Azrael was like the father she never had even if he didn't see himself that way. She would be broken if something happened to him.

As she turned to check on his status she found herself being pulled on the back of the Bes'uliik war droid behind him. She had a feeling that they were going after Ordo curtesy of the array of emotions he was feeling right now. She understood the wanting to stab him a million times thing but rushing in there wouldn't abode well for either for them.

The young witch had no quarrel dying for the cause but she didn't want it to because of his sadness and pain. They couldn't just rush off on some bloody crusade without thinking things though. She believed he had a plan forming in his head and if not it would be up to her to keep them safe and out of Sith rule. Everything that she had been though would not be for nothing. They would not be ruled by a Sith.

Her hand gently squeezed as he reached for her. It was a way for her to show him that she was here for him not only in battle but if he needed someone to lean on emotionally she was here as well.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: On a roof
Objective: Deal with the kaiju wrecking the city, and hang out with some pals
Allies: The One Sith, the Hrosha-Gul, [member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, [member="Dralshy'a"]

….and there they stood. Three Sith Lords facing a Leviathan of old, and yet they didn’t falter, instead they stood firm and awaited the upcoming storm, they would not yield against such a thing for it wasn’t in their nature to do so. Or perhaps the writer was a tad too overzealous in establishing a cool and nifty descriptionary scene, that was also a very real possibility.

Several Imperial Troopers caught on what was happening and converged on the location of the Sith Lords, they would try and guard their Masters, to make sure nobody would try and snipe ‘em in the back while things were in progression. It probably wouldn’t be enough, but Overwatch was a real thing.

Darth Carach nodded simply at the words of Zambrano, the Sith Sword strapped onto his back was pulsing with anticipation, it felt what was coming in tune with the Amulet that hung from his neck. Waiting for a second longer, the Sith Lord finally began to draw upon the Force, through his Sword and the Amulet.

His eyes closed he could feel Zambrano and Mierin combining their Might too and sharing it with him, power coursed through him and Carach used it accordingly. A figural net was being constructed, with a bait in the middle of it, a bait which would attempt to tug at the slumbering semi-sentience of the Beast.

It would come as a whisper, a whisper of a promise to the Giant, a promise of Death, Destruction and Despair.

‘Chaos… requires an essence of Control.’ he whispered throughout the Force.'

A little brother of this Leviathan was owned by Carach, somewhere deep in space, and experiments had been made. How to best control them through the mind, its tricks were anticipated and if the thing tried anything… the Sith Lord would act accordingly.

 

[J3C0]

Location: On a roof
Objective: Guard Duty
Allies: The One Sith, the Hrosha-Gul, [member="Darth Carach"] Darth Vornskr
Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, [member="Dralshy'a"]

Mierin stood in place on the roof.

More than half of her strength was being gifted to Carach, an ancient technique that took almost no concentration on her part, save for a feeling of constant draining on her body. She didn't like it, she didn't enjoy sharing her considerable strength or giving the other man control of that strength, but she knew that it had to be done.

Swallowing her pride, the Sith Lord drew her lightsaber from her hip. She didn't activate the blade yet, but if any of the Mandalorians caught on to what they were doing, then they would likely try to stop Carach, she would prevent that.

Scanning all around them, Mierin watched for any signs of danger.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Location: Cinnigar
Objective: Protect [member="Ordo"]
Enemies: [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Allies: [member="Ordo"]

Lieutenant Kir had made his way through the city, detaching himself from the rest of the Red Guard and finding his own opponents to fight. The Mandalorian he had latched onto on his last attack had somehow disappeared, probably slipped away into the rubble of Cinnagar. Those that had been with him had also disappeared, running off to retreat or fight someone else. Kir had in turn sought out more opponents.

More than three Dozen Mandalorians lay dead behind him throughout the city streets.

Each one had underestimated the massive Power Armored Royal Guardsmen, not taking his S-11 rifle or his armor seriously. They had payed for their mistake, crushed within their own Beskar armor or their organs turned to mush due to the Sonic Projectiles striking them. They had not been all easy fights, his armor was scratched and well beaten in many places, but its integrity was still above 90%.

Eventually the Royal Guardsmen came upon the scene of [member="Vilaz Munin"] and [member="Ordo"]. He heard the man challenge the Sith Lord to a fight, and his eyes immediately drifted over towards the challenged man. Behind his HUD Kir's eyes narrowed, recognizing the distinct Mandalorian armor.

It was the Dark Lord.

He didn't wait for an Order from the Dark Lord, he didn't wait for the man to begin fighting. He simply raised his S-11, and began to fire at the challenger. Four quick successive shots directly towards the Mandalorians torso.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Cinnagar Office Building, ground floor
Enemies: Sith
Allies: The hulking giant, [member="Dralshy'a"].


He heard it, and he knew what it was. He walked out into the street, catching the beast. He stared up at it, narrowing his eyes. No helmet. No jetpack, no rifle, a cracked or broken rib, a probable concussion, hyper-extended muscles, fatigue, and a head rush occupied the body of the Mandalorian. He looked up at the beast, holding his ribcage.

He looked at it for what it was- a living thing. With needs, desires, and wants. That were similar to his. He leaned forward, and screeched at it.

"YOU!"

Preliat looked at it- animal to animal.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

[member="Darth Angrel"]

Neskar hovered above, observing the flames and smoke ripple across the landscape. He kept a stern grimace on the scene, reminding himself to not become relaxed, not to let his guard down. If he allowed himself to become comfortable, it would allow his opponent to rip victory from him; catching Neskar off guard would be effective. The Mandalorian was, of course, constantly wary of the Sith's force powers, and whilst he knew the Sith couldn't exactly tear him down from the sky, he was still at risk. That stun gun was still a formidable weapon and packed a major punch. His left side still felt rather numb. Frowning at that fact, Neskar kept a steely gaze on the smoke cloud, as it was too shrouded to see what movements were going on inside.

"Huh..." He murmured, leaning forwards as to come down lower to inspect the site. Still though, he kept some distance, for Neskar was still wary of sudden attacks, as what seemed to be the norm these days. A sudden influx of force energy would've taken him by surprise if it wasn't for the jagged slice of torn steel flinging itself out of the smoke and fire cloud. "Oh." was all he uttered before the metal sliced across his torso. Neskar was luckily in that he moved a second before the spike came. If he had not moved, he would had been impaled. That would've been bad.

No, instead of a slow death, the jagged spike made a startling course along his torso and breastplate. The metal tore through the side of the plate, sundering it partly - about a quarter of a way through until the middle - before it hurled itself away from him. A deep pain erupted from the left side of his body, cold for a second then burning fiercely.

He felt blood drip steadily from the open wound, cursing the fact that the spike had connected with the small, unarmoured section underneath his armpit. Neskar was unsure whether the wound was deep, though if he lingered for long, it was sure to become infected after the battle if it was untreated. If he lasted that long.

Reeling from the blow, Neskar felt himself falling backwards, yet still managed to raise his right arm, firing the last remaining missile down into the smoke as retaliation. He didn't care if it hit or not, he just needed respite, and a moment to respond to the new threat and adapt. The battle had only just begun.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Cinnagar Airspace
Objective: Ruin peoples' days
Allies: [member="Anija Ordo"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"]

Betna had followed Anija's pass, figuring the corvette's anti-air would have trouble targeting two separate passes rather than one single pass. What he saw made his day. The ship had no AA which meant it was nothing but a big, fat, juicy target.

He watched Anija's shots hit the enemy ship's shields, then saw her flight pattern change and he began his run. That was when he got ANNE's warning at the same time he heard the comm message Ordo had sent out.

In a second, Betna knew what to do, what needed to be done. He jinked right and armed one of the bombs mounted to the starfighter out of habit. He needed to put that corvette down quickly. They were needed elsewhere and he needed Anija somewhere away from the fighting.

The enemy corvette was turning to the right, the wing mounted turbolaser moving, targeting. It wasn't at him, he knew that. It was going for Anija. Betna yanked the controls hard to the left, arcing around to get a good shot at the weapon port. He opened up with his blaster cannons, but watched the shields flare up. No good.

Plan B.

Betna did the one thing he knew the Corvette wouldn't expect, mainly because he didn't expect he'd do it either. He was in line with the corvette's right wing, the right turbolaser. Risking it all, he pulled the nose up slightly and hit the booster.

The Bes'uliik starfighter gunned forward, the engines screaming as they maxed out. As he neared the guns, he flipped the trigger on the bomb release and yanked the controls up a second later. His ship arced up and away, still speeding through. Behind him, the flame-carpet warhead, one of the three he'd started with, flew forward towards the turbolaser guided by momentum, inertia, and Betna's skill.

A second later, it exploded and coated the right side of the corvette in flames. They wouldn't do damage to the ship, yet, but would stick to the surface of the hull, slowly leeching the shields with thermal energy and completely blotting out any sensors with red-orange flames.

"ANNE!" Betna said, pulling on the controls to get his craft back around. Behind him in his HUD, he spotted a turbolaser shot miss Anija's craft, but not by much. It passed close enough to give Betna a heart attack, but not much more. Between his napalm shot and, unknown to him that the Corvette's pilot was using the Force, the Ysalamir each carried in their fighters, it had gone just a little wide and off target. "Get Anija out of here! Now! Get her out of the engagement area and out of danger!"

Spoiler

Forgot to do it with the first use, but here's the booster result. Started with 90% success, used it once, so I'm at 80% success. Roll is 65. Next roll will be at a 70% success rate.

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Jaden Taacyn"]

Sky-Battle
Episode 2

She went to entangle her legs with his with the sudden lurch of the jetpack. Arm tightened around the back of his neck as they went vertical. She felt the pinch to her forearm as he whipped his head back. She yanked her knife free and jerked her head to the side. The side of his helmet grazed along the side of her face as his head whipped forward and scraped her skin like feth. Blood dripped down her mocha-skin.

Dagger, already in motion, went for a stab toward the crack in his armor between the side of his shoulder and neck. At the same time, she used the darkside to try to manually wrench his helmet off.

She wanted to see the face of her attacker.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Cinnagar Airspace
Objective: Bring the rain
Allies: Arrbi Betna
Enemies: Darth Veles | The Hydra Queen | Dralshy'a

Anija was somewhat lost in her own world. She couldn't quite wrap her mind around what had just happened. Ordo.... her buir, was said to be responsible for the death of Mia Monroe. And now, he had slain Gilamar. Possessed or not, she knew the Mando'ade would seek justice for both actions. She blinked hot tears from her eyes, and swiped angrily at them with the back of her gloved hand - at least until her hand encountered her visor. Muttering a curse, Anija blinked, and yanked off her buy'ce to wipe at her eyes again before putting it back on firmly.

It was then that she realized alarms were screaming in her helmet. Target lock warnings. Cursing, Anija yanked hard on the controls of her bes'uliik, fighting them as the laser fire from the Corvette streaked past her canopy. The gunner on that ship was good, but his shots still weren't quite connecting. Her yank on the controls sent the bes'uliik into a corkscrew off the corvette's starboard bow. She took advantage of the proximity to pump laser bolts into the ship's ventral hull again.

As she did so, Arrbi's frantic message cut across her consciousness. She looped her bes'uliik up and around, trying to mirror his movements again - and completely ignoring his plea to ANNE. She would finish this. She rolled to port, and saw her lasers stitch fire across the corvette's belly. The shields there flared again. They were much weaker now. Maybe they could punch through.

Just as she was beginning to act on that thought, [member="Azrael"]'s words cut through the haze of frantic thought. Hope... and a renewed resolve surged within her. Gillamar was dead, but not in vain - she hoped. There was still a possibility they could turn Ordo from the darkness and rip that spirit from him. Rianna had spoken of a method to do so. What mattered no was to hold the Sith, and push them back. The Mandalorians had come for Ordo, and She intended to see that he leave the planet alive, and answer for his actions.

Spoiler

I'll remind you that both Arrbi and I have Ysalamiri aboard our fighters, which would make accurate tracking and targetting via the Force very difficult.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] @ALL OF THE PEOPLE

DRALSHY'A....DRALSHY'A WAS IT HIS NAME? DID HE CARE? HE SLAPPED HIS TAIL ON THE GROUND AND THE GROUND SHOOK FOR A FAIR DISTANCE. HE COULD FEEL SOMETHING STIRRING IN HIS HUNGRY MIND. SOMETHING, SOMETHING WAS TRYING TO REACH HIM. HE LOOKED UP AND SWUNG HIS HEAD LEFT AND RIGHT AS WORDS OF CREATURES TUGGED AT SOMETHING THAT WAS NOT HUNGER, NOR SLEEP, NOR WAS IT ANGER. HE DIDN'T LIKE IT...NOT AT ALL. IT WAS STRANGE?

A ROAR BOOMED FROM A GAPING MAW AS HE LOOKED DOWN TO SEE A LONE THING LOOKING UP AT HIM. WAS IT LOST...DID IT WANT TO STEAL HIS PREY....WAS IT A MATE? THESE SMALL THINGS MADE NO SENSE.

HE LEANED DOWN QUICKLY DECIDING TO TASTE IT AND DROPPED DOWN AND BEGAN CLOSING IT'S MOUTH. MAYBE IT WAS HAPPY TO BE FOOD.

 

[Ordo]

@Too many to find.

Ordo looked at the man as he felt the overwhelming hate he now felt surging his way. Tank blast blew him from the edge of the building and tore a hole in its edge where he had been. He stood and looked at the man who came to him. A challenge? The burning eyes turned grey as he looked at the young mando.

"Challenge. Me?" He said anger welling up like lava in a pressurized volcano. "My brother! My father! Lays dead at my own bloody shabla hands AND YOU WANT A KARKING CHALLENGE FOR A TITLE!" Ordo the real war machine of Yaim bellowed through, "YOU SHABBLA CHAKKAR! A TITLE YOU WANT? COME AND CLAIM IT YOU WORTHLES NABRAL AND I'LL BURY YOU WITH THE DAMN THING."

Ordo threw Mand'alor's helmet at the man with one hand and sprayed flames from the other. His hand had released the helmet and went to his ripper in one smooth motion only to fire it at head height through the flames.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Cinnagar
Allies: One Sith, [member="Smeg"]
Enemies: [member="Dralshy'a"], [member="Elara Lok"]
Objective: Kill the Leviathan

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YaGAqO4TWmY[/media]​

Boom.
Boom Boom.
Boom.

Silara immediately abandoned the application of the force on the rubble that she had planned to crush [member="Elara Lok"] with, instead moving quickly back to the shelter she'd hid behind as the tremors of the ground beneath and around her literally shook the city and its structures to the core. Any semblance of confidence in a simple victory shrank and began to whither as she heard the roaring of some ridiculous beast and the explosive rumbling that caused the very planet's surface to shake. Her eyes did not have to travel very far to see the source of the chaos, and her resolve wavered momentarily until she found the focus - her center - on which all decisions she made were based on. It was not her pride that kept her employed among the Sith, nor a thirst for power or knowledge, but her love for perhaps the most unreachable of "crushes". Silara's flame? It was the Dark Side itself, and her unmistakable love for it was spurred her even into this fight with [member="Elara Lok"]. Although many could not understand or comprehend why the force had anything to do with what she did, the only thing the Vahla teen could say in explanation to those critical of her passion was a simple analogy.
"Would you not kill someone who wishes to snuff out someone you love? I kill Jedi and those whom crusade against the dark side because of their blasphemous hate of my beloved darkness."
In fact, perhaps she stayed within the One Sith for the fact that a few of their senior members seemed to be as close to the primal nature of the dark side, especially [member="Darth Isolda"] and [member="Ordo"], both of whom were idolized by the teen for their brutality and tainted lifestyles. Taking a moment to ensure that the female Mandalorian had not encroached on her location while she was looking at the leviathan, Silara moved away from the location, intending to make her way to the giant beast with the intention of killing it as a symbol of her tainted love. "There is no peace, only passion." She muttered, her mind whirling at the speed of light as she thought of a myriad of plans to defeat such a creature and bring ultimate glory to the One Sith in the name of her burning passion. Considering the location and size of the beast, it would probably not take very long to reach - though there were still numerous Mandalorians in the city to deal with.

 

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATION: Cinnigar airspace
ALLIES: Fish man AKA [member="Darth Veles"] AST
ENEMIES [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Ordo"]
OBJECTIVE: Clear skies

Aedan sighed as he flashed dangerously low through the city streets his violet eyes glinting fiercely as he looks around for a new fight. Finally he saw it what appeared to be a fighters swarming a giant worm flashing low he spun himself around it and a building coming it at the fighters low and fast. He watched as the other members of his security team in their own rassalion-class fighters tore towards them head on. He smirked and slowly brought his nose up aligning a shot with the rearmost fighter that of [member="Arrbi Betna"] his eyes gleaming fiercely as he triggered a burst off laser fire his fighter coming up to level off on the rear of Arrbi's fighter.

His security team suddenly swarmed around the fighter of [member="Anija Ordo"] they flashed back and forth before her fighter. Occasionally one of them would pop up behind her and trigger a burst of laser fire before dipping away and flashing by with fast speeds. Activating his comlink on the Mandalorian channel Aedan calmly called out to the two fighters. "WELL NOW WHAT DO I HAVE HERE HMM? TWO ANNOYING MANDALORIANS IN MY SKIES?!" His voice echoed darkly as he slipped back into view behind Arrbi's fighter triggering another long burst into the shields of the fighter.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat waited, waited for the giant Leviathan to come sweeping down on him. [member="Dralshy'a"] was it's name. So he waited patiently, waited for the right time, and turned his head for a brief moment. Twenty pounds lighter, he had plenty of time to move. First, he stepped off to the side, and then RAN LIKE HOLY HELL HOLY FETH SOMETHING WAS TRYING TO EAT HIM. Then again, Preliat was a pretty fast individual- but the fact that he was ABOUT TO BE EATEN was a huge motivation for moving his black-haired ass even faster. He could feel his armor being splashed with the saliva (or worse) of the beast, as it barely raked his armor. Gross.Preliat gripped the spear in his hands, and prodded the beast with it- the same way a wolf would snap at another to give a warning. He knew where to kill it- but he had no intention of killing it.

Preliat removed the thing he had procured on a whim- a harmonica. And he began to play it. He played a gentle lullaby, the same his father used to play when he went to meet with the Mandalorians on Ordo. He hoped it would work- otherwise he'd be running back into a building.

"Udessi..." He said, half-pleading, half hoping for a miracle.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Cinnagar airspace
Objective: Kill the dogpilers
Allies: [member="Anija Ordo"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Veles"], [member="Aedan Miles"]

Laser fire rattled into Betna's starfighter, jarring his controls in his hands. A quick glance was all he needed as his comm link sparked to life. Aruetii. Traitor.

His eyes narrowed as he took in the situation at a glance. With a quick order to Anija to do the same on their private, encrypted channel, he manually killed the booster engine and turned on the stygium cloak a few seconds later. The Bes'uliik disappeared from sight and sensors, Betna never once bothering to answer the traiter before him.

The starfighter now cloaked, Betna did the one thing a beskar plated starfighter could do that no one else could: brawled.

He brought his starfighter up above where he'd seen Anija's and where the enemy Rassalions still darted. In a single, sweeping motion, he slammed the starfighter down.

The first rassalion he smashed into found its left wing pulverized in a spray of debris before spinning away to smash into a nearby building. The second he caught directly over the cockpit, crushing the tail and damaging the engines beyond repair. It, too, spun away to decorate the landscape.

Betna checked his sensors after getting his ship under control once more. Many that were mounted underneath the fuselage were yellow or red on his screen, some were unresponsive. His guns worked, his Bes'uliik flew, so he considered it a good trade off.

Still angry, he pulled his starfighter around in a loop. He wasn't done yet.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

location: Outside Cinnigar
Enemies: Mandolorians, Basaba Willamina [member="Darth Vindica"]
Allies: One Sith, Darth Nephthys
Objective: Watch Basaba and the Countess leave, see Darth Vindica


Well, with the two opponents leaving, there was little else to do.

She would heed [member="Darth Vindica"] 's word, but not before relaying that there is much to be done.

// The Dark Lord Ordo will need reinforcements in the city. // came her telepathic relay to the Darth.

// I sense that many go to his side, perhaps to battle. It would be best, my lord, that no Mandalorian gets near him. //

 

[The Hydra Queen]

Location: Streets of Cinnigar
Objective: Neutralize Arla Balor
Allies: The One Sith [member="Smeg"]
Enemies: [member="Arla Balor"]


The Yuuzhan Vong soldiers would spread out, what manner of Mandalorian's squads they may come against finding the blast of Thud Bugs, intending to set off as much kinetic damage as they could. Those who had Ysalamiri backpacks would find themselves having to not fight sith, but the vast Battalions of One Sith Soliders, Yuuzhan Vong, and the Skraal horde.

Fire breathers would blast streams of plasma fire, intending to overheat the max potential of the beskar armor and bake the Mandalorians from the inside out. Beskar or no, temperature regulation could only do so much, and the Fire Breathers were fully capable of exceeding that threshold.

Back with the Skraal King, an aerial flying Yuuzhan Vong creature gave a kaaa, coming down to grab at the portly King of Rats. They would leave and fly off the roof, allowing [member="Smeg"] to land safely upon the ground once more to his Cheez crazed Horde.

Meanwhile, The Hydra Queen would be in pursuit of the fleeing Mandalorian woman who'd taken to hiding. She would near a portion of the city that held an Amphistaff polyp colony, and in this the woman would give a sinister smile.

Vongsense would bloom within the vessel of the Trickster Goddess, as she felt the serpentine bodies slide out from their polyps, sensing their surroundings. A coax from Hydra would ask them to be her eyes, and in this, she would soon narrow down the position of the wayward woman.

This way, her mental thought would relay towards a squad of Yuuzhan Vong Warriors, as she would blend into the thick fog created by the Thamassh.

 

[Sawa Ike]

Location: Skies to ground to taking the witch over the rainbow
Enemies: Mandalorians [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Allies: One Sith

The one Mandalorian had poofed, vanishing from her and Vindica. Now Sawa stood looking around as she heard the shield and turned her attention towards where the dark lord was. She was certain he would handle the real ones attacking him but what of the others? The ones who came to dogpile on their master? She would go after them and looked at [member="Darth Vindica"] and [member="Darth Nephthys"] before taking to the skies with a burst of fire from her hands. Elemental shaping and all she really needed while fighters raged in the distance and tanks fought the armor divisions of the one sith. She had a plan and moved letting another jet of flame from her feet and hands launch her forward.

She could see it then, a basilisk with two riders and her senses couldn't get a good read on them, just focus on what was coming while she moved corkscrewing and speaking into a comlink in her ear. "I will take the female, have everything we can attack." She dropped down and rolled into the dirt before seeing one of the large vong creatures up close. Tsavong was a voice of the master and his army grand but standing there in front of the Grokata as she directed the one being to launch her towards the mandalorian female was not something one would ask every day. The suction of it was something others would envy as she waited checking the hand cannon and her dauntless blade.

Then she was being launched through the air and kicking blue jets of flame to go faster, higher and without the force fully empowering her. She was coming behind Anastasia and she took aim with the hand cannon while the hydrastaff hiss slithering up her arm. Sawa sneered extending fangs and squeezing the trigger as it let out a thunderous crack to try and dislodge her from the seat. She could then just fight her on the ground for the cause while the energy vampire's fangs snapped into place. "Human." The kickback of the hand cannon sending her into a cockcrew as Sawa let her staff whip around to try and smack Aastasia, the heads hissing but stiffening when needed.

 

[Shaw McKeller]

Location: McYoda's
Objective: Kill things
Allies: [member="Grozurra"]
Enemies: [member="Tsavong Kraal"]

Shaw charged through the gaping hole in the wall behind Grozurra, arriving just in time to see the Vong creature fly into the ball pit. A sith randomly appeared and slashed at his armored chest, then vanished leaving only a small burn mark on the beskar armor. Frowning for a moment, McKeller glanced around to see what could be done.

Before he could truly react, however, the McYoda's deep fryer rocketed out of the kitchen and towards the Vong as it stood in the ball pit. For a moment, Shaw wondered if he was getting too old for this. He was very behind on his game for some reason, which was unusual. He shrugged it off, however, and wrote it off to overthinking things.

He, too, reached out in the Force, though not to throw deep fryers at creatures in crab armor. No, this was within himself, within his very being. He let the Force flow through him and focus within his core and body. He let it fill his muscles and bones, his tendons and flesh. The shield locked down, braced against the floor as Shaw gripped his blade tighter from where it sat braced on his shoulder. Only half his body was covered by the shield, the other half left open for his own attack.

He, too, had felt Gilamar's passing, but as soldiers were trained to do, he locked himself in the moment. He would mourn later. For now, the the vong would worry about mourning their own. Shaw waited for the Vong to exit the ball pit.

Tsavong would meet Jag'Kyramud.