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

[Anija Betna]

Location: Cinnagar airspace
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Darth Veles"]
Objective: Deal with the traitor

Muttered curses filled Anija's helmet as she again yanked on the flight controls. She felt bolts from the rassilion fighters slam into the side of her bes'uliik. The force of it slammed her head forward, only her crash webbing keeping her head from slamming into the canopy. For a moment, she saw stars. When her vision cleared, she slammed her controls sideways again and sent her bes'uliik into a tight corkscrew to try and avoid them.

It was then, that she got Arrbi's message. As much as she wanted to cloak and hit and run, some one had to keep their attention. Shaking her head, she kicked the bes'uliik into a spin, getting a target lock on one of the remaining Rassilion fighters she had seen the flaming debris from the other two.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Skies
Allies: [member="Aedan Miles"]
Enemies: [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Ordo"]

As the volley of shots missed yet again, the Sith Master rose up and swiftly moved to the cockpit. Although he thought it to be strange that the massive turbolasers could not hit a target this close, there was no time to ponder about that. Since the enemy Mandalorian went for the exact same move again, that was flying under the Fury, the Mon Calamari saw only one option of taking her down. Grabbing the pilot and tossing him out of the seat, ignoring the surprised faces of the rest of the crew, his webbed hands firmly grasped the joystick. The ship shook upon receiving a hit from one of the starfighters, the sensors showing nonsense and the shield indicator displayed a slow, yet constant drain on the shields. "Get a hold of something!" he informed the crew before violently moving the yoke up, away from himself and causing the ship shake violently as it went down, ramming the starfighter flying under it.

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

Cinnagar Airspace
Engage Bandits
+ United Mandalorian Clans [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Ordo"]
- One Sith [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Darth Veles"]

One custom-fitted MMSA-10 Combat Flight Suit, one MMSHMD-A01s Special Flight Helmet, one Motion Interface Package, one Deathbell Starfighter; these were the simple makings of a budding ace; a force to be reckoned with. Technology even the infamous Captain Miles didn't have access to lay in Saera's repertoire. Such were the perks of being the temporary majority-shareholder of a major interstellar R&D company in lieu of a retiring queen.
Active cloaking, sensor scramblers and negators, gravitic modulators, thrust dampeners all operational, the stealth fighter descended into the Cinnagar theatre. There wasn't a single chance in Manda anything was going to find it until she wanted it to be found, especially at the low envelope she was approaching. Her visor glowed to life as she pressed in and twisted the Liquid Pontite Display switch on the right side of her helmet, turning a once-opaque viewport into a solid screen before her eyes. Multiple IFF signatures, both friendly and hostile, filled the visor. Though her eyes were all but shut out from the real world, a fully three-dimensional view of the world around her transmitted from RRDI's patented cockpit systems to her helmet's display, revealing her point of view through its display in whichever direction she looked. The fighter was now an extension of her very self.
Beep-beep. Beep-beep.
The holo-communique rung out.
"This is Initiate Willamina of Deathbell 01. Please state your status and targets. 01, weapons are hot."
As soon as the cloaking went down, the weapons went up and the trace vectors went open. With a superior speed for its class, the rare and acclaimed Deathbell gargled off onto the tail of an unsuspecting NPC Rassilion at pipper range. Trails of blue light and excess plasma streaked closely behind as it approached its target, rotary cannon now spooling up. Pulling up into a soft yawing turn, the reticle turned red and a hailstorm of long, pink bolts suddenly rained down around it in an arc from the Deatbell. It's chance for survival in the engagement was low. Resistance was futile.
The Rassilion was not the strongest fighter in the galaxy, not by a few models.

 

[Garza]

Starting Location: In the air
Ending Location, Rooftops headed towards, [member="Dralshy'a"],
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Darth Mierin"],
Allies: [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Music Selection: War of Change - Thousand Foot Krutch

War never changes.

So many times have I seen men and women fight to the complete death over ideals that would help the Galaxy. Only now, that I was part of the Mandalorians, did I understand why they fought so hard.

They did not need to prove anything. For eons the Vod have proven time and time again that they are people not to be messed with on any scale. Attack them, and they will come back with a fury that would challenge a mother looking for a lost child. Nothing, but death, would stop them from reaching their goal. Currently, that was defeating the Sith, while also staying away from the Leviathan that was running around on the ground. I had not been on Empress Teta, but had been called by a few to come. And so now I was here. Late, but still here.

Dressed in my Goddess armor, it shone because of the clean plate metal that was attached to my figure. I activated my Echani dueling shield, and drew my Beskad, a melee weapon that was an icon to those within the clans of the Vod, and jumped from the ship.

At first I was headed feet down. The feather battle skirt was flapping up towards my back as the hum and rummaging of the air passing by my ears was loud enough, the war seemed miles away, when I was just a little over a thousand feet above it. By using my arms and legs, I adjusted myself to be face down now. Folding in my arms and legs to increase my speed to terminal velocity before using the force, Telekinesis, to slow myself down, just enough to where I could survive and do one more thing.

A courtyard lay under me. Filled with Mandos and Sith who were fighting hand in hand, talon for talon, and by using the force, as I came down, I slammed a force push into the ground, the effect was a wave that washed off the Sith that were beneath me to be sent flying away as I landed on the ground. In a single second, my shield was activated, Sword was up, and I was prepared for battle. However, the others were not. Still trying to get up, I rushed over to the first, and by using my shield slammed it down on his exposed throat. Hearing a snap I flicked my beskad out to a second man getting up next to him, and ended his life with it deep in his chest.

Using my foot, I planted it on his chest next to the sword when I heard a man yelling a war cry at me. Saber in his hand, he charged me. He tripped up by the force as I pulled my blade out with my dominant hand. and in a flash, I was ontop of him, slicing the blade across his throat. Feeling a twinge on my left side, I brought my shield up and heard a ping sound. A blaster shot had hit the shield indicating that the man really was there. My left hand twisted out to his direction, and with the force, crushed down on his windpipe.

Standing up straight, I walked over to a fallen Mandalorian woman, visible by the breastplate that she wore, and helped her up. She gave me a thanks as I walked on in silence towards the towering beast of a leviathan. In the confusion of wanting to kill everyone in its path, I would attack those trying to aim at it. I took another step, before I was a blur moving across the rooftops.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Moving into the city, watching the big dragon overhead
Objective: ^
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians


So here she was -- out an arm and with a sore bruised knee. Really, she would likely be worthless in a melee fight as an attacker, but the stubborn woman was known to go until she completely and utterly passed out as a shield

And a shield she was willing to be until death.

So, when an escort of One Sith came, Nephthys would join them, as they would make way into the city, the flap of large wings drawing her attention.

 

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATION: Cinnigar Airspace
ALLIES: AST [member="Darth Veles"] (maybe I mean wow ram me much)
ENEMIES: [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Særa Ayña Savan"]
OBJECTIVE: Leave my job is done.

Aedan saw his men flash downwards and he sighed pressing a button on his comlink that signaled his men to fall back the remaining four pulled off two vectoring down to land near where the other two men had landed after ejecting staying down long enough for them to hop in before they took off flashing in various directions with no need for dodging they were after speed. Aedan pulled back on his stick arching over the stream of lasers as he caught sight of the new ship and shock his had a dark look in his eyes as he to started to jet away from the dog fight. He was done in that area and he had somewhere to be he glanced around with his eyes as he sighed and let thee force guide him away from that fight.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Not sue where [member="Ordo"] was, but I was their
Allies: Tos [member="Lieutenant Kir"]
Enemy: Mandalorians, [member="Olivia Dem'adas"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Azrael"]

As soon as she asked Darth Ordo the question, was he mandalore know. Tanks rained fire on them, she leap to one side for safety. Then sent message to commander of her fury, Take off, and neutralize those thanks know! He responded Yes my`lord, the fury then went straight back up in the air. Soon it would be tank hunting, which tanks would be on losing side off.

Then after that a man, using a jet pack came over. She was over a meter away from Darth Ordo, when he threatened Darth Ordo, she could not sense the man in the force. She new this meant he was ether vong like clone, or had one those lizards on him. How ever she was trained by the mandalorians, she then looked around. She then turned to run, away as she wanted to get ten meters away. As she did she opened fire on him with her wrist blaster.

As soon as she did, one the dark lords, bodyguards turned up. He was in his crimson power suit, they did some sort cutting dash to them. Then Darth Ordo scream out the enemy.

 

[Darth Rixas]

[member="Neskar A'toll"]

Angrel's eyes followed Neskar as his arm lifted to fire his remaining missile. Angrel bent his knees and launched himself backward into the air. Tucking his body, the Sith Knight folded and rolled backwards, slamming his feet into the ground as he landed. The missile punched into the smoke where Angrel formerly was, exploding when it touched the surface, mushrooming the cloud of smoke and fire even further. With half of his helmet missing, Angrel's face was halfway exposed. A singular, revealed crimson orb stared at the Mandalorian, reflecting emotions akin to frustration, anger, and rage. His gloved fists squeezed each other as he looked to the tower shield he left behind. The Kraetos was too heavy for the evasive maneuver Angrel utilized, but he believed his defense to be uncompromised. The Kraetos, although organic, was just a tool and was no more special to the Sith Knight than his connection with the Force.

His emotions continued to rise, fueling his prowess with the Force as a hand reached out towards the floating Mandalorian. Enveloping energy around his Jetpack, Angrel looked to ground Neskar. Instead of crushing however, Angrel hoped to cause an explosion via Combustion. It was one of the few techniques Angrel had learned outside of the basics, but it requires more concentration than Angrel liked to expend during battle, and it caused enough fatigue to discourage repeated use. The Sith Knight hoped the explosion would either kill Neksar, or at least ground him whereas Angrel would be privileged with initiating a melee confrontation. For now, however, Angrel kept his distance. He didn't know how this would play out, and decided to keep enough distance between the two that he would have enough time to react to a counter.

 

[Sheff Zee]

Location: McYoda's
Objective: Eatpls
Allies: [member="Tsavong Kraal"]
Enemies: [member="Shaw McKeller"], [member="Grozurra"]

The Sith Knight smashed through the window of the front of McYoda's. He had sensed the use of the Force simply due to his proximity, and he had also sensed a Jedi. The light side of the Force was a beacon to the cloaked Sith Pureblood, and the beacon would not go unanswered.

He didn't know who his soon to be enemies were, but what he did know was that his business partner and 'friend' [member="Tsavong Kraal"] really did enjoy McYoda's. He wondered if the Myrshavong had been feasting on Alderaan when they had been seizing the planet.

 

[Zac Grayson]

Location: On planet, but specifics can be decided by who jumps in
Allies: One Sith
Enemy: Mandalorians
Objective: Training, no other objectives at this time


A ship entered the atmosphere and immediately broke into a barrel roll to dodge incoming fire. Darth Ares wasn't much of a star pilot, but he could get from point A to point B and dodge incoming fire enough to stay alive. He skirted his starfighter on the outside of battle and made his way towards land. He landed his ship outside of a battlezone and powered dow. Grabbing his lightsaber he rose from his seat. "Let's go Angelus." Angelus was his apprentice and she was new to the sith much like he was, but Darth Ares believed in trail by fire and would earn his keep and train his Apprentice by battle. He exited the ship and smiles at the war playing out and lucky for him a few guards had seen him land, but they were no Mandalorians, most likily nothing more than rejects put on gaurd duty. Darth Ares threw his lightsaber as it activated in route cutting two down. He then leapt into the air as his lightsaber returned to him and landed cutting the other two down. He put his lightsaber way. "Can you feel it Angelus? The passion and freedom that comes from war." Darth Ares entered the battlefield keeping an eye open for a Mandalorian to test himself on.

[member="Eikrie Daom"]

 

[Eikrie Daom]

The Dathomirian kept silent, obeying her Master's orders without hesitation, quickly and efficiently. Once they landed, Angelus stood up exited the starfighter walking behind [member="Darth Ares"]. The Acolyte was certainly a curious being, her expression was blank, cold and yet such anger stirred inside her that it seemed as though she would turn into a raging, blood-thirsty beast at any second. The self-control the young one possessed was admirable but she still had much to learn. She listened to the Sith Knight's words and answered with a serious tone that veiled a passionate one, one that shivered with desire for fighting, "It is most invigorating, Master".
The Dathomirian was covered in light armor of a dark color, heavy armor would give her no benefit since her combat style was developed around her grater agility and speed. The typical black cloak that the Sith carried she also wore. The Acolyte's expression did not change when she saw her Master cutting down the guards with ease but the dark emotions she felt did grow at the sight of death, she had also paid attention for she knew she should be very observant of her Master's actions since she could also learn by watching. Her light-sabers still hanged from her belt, since Darth Ares had taken care of the guards and they still weren't inside the battlezone she didn't see the need of igniting them until she entered the battlefield with her Master, when her hands finally took hold of both hilts and she brought the black and red blades to life.

 

[Grozurra]

Location: McYoda's
Allies: [member="Shaw McKeller"]
Enemies: [member="Tsavong Kraal"], [member="Darth Acarus"]


Grozurra absently watched as Shaw closed the gap with the Vong. The wookiee was distracted by a concentration of darkess that approached the building. His head turned to track the source of the sensation. A snarl escaped his lips as he saw the Sith burst through the building's wall and interrupt their fight. Muffled from within his helmet, shyriiwook flew from his mouth as he spoke into his communicator on platoon frequency. A moment later, the sound of repulsors filled the room and lights flooded in from behind the Sith as the limo finished repositioning to the far side of the fresh hole made by the Sith intruder. A volley of three Forcebreaker Gas Grenade and three Flash-Bang Grenade clattered to the floor at the feet of the Sith, giving him a moment to realize his error before their detonation. A second after the detonation, two .52cal Support Automatic Weapons and a MT-40G Automatic Weapon roared to life and spat a solid stream of energy enveloped slugs and contact detonation high explosive grenades at the Sith.

A feral smile crossed the wookiee's lips as he drew his own lightsaber, golden blade activating as the armored wookiee marched towards the Sith. He stayed well away from the bullets and explosives that tore into the building. He had little to fear from them beyond some severe bruising, but he would avoid them none-the-less.

 

[Mantorok]

LOCATION: On the ground, near the walkers.
ALLIES: One Sith
ENEMIES: Mandalorians, Sherruk Fett
OBJECTIVE: Dance dance.

Mantorok charged.

“GRAAAAAAGHHH!”

He paid no heed to grenades, to blaster fire, to nothing. He was Chistori, he was a warrior, a killer, a murderer. This was his terrain, this was his home, this was the battlefield. He let out a load roar, drawing his amphistaff and turning the living weapon into a spear. The dinosaur bounded over a dead Mandalorian soldier, pushing towards [member="Sherruk Fett"] with long strides.

The force breakers went off, and Mantorok felt the force flee from him. For a second confusion clawed at him, but he slowly shook it off as something pressed at the back of his mind. Pain rushed through him, hormones and adrenaline pushed throughout his veins and he let out a loud roar, he didn't need the Force!

He had primal rage.

The Chistori slashed out with the amphistaff, honing in on a single solider Sherruk Fett and hoping to cut off his head in a single swift slash of the organic weapon.

At the same time, the tanks began their assault, cutting down stormtroopers all around them but missing Mantorok himself. The walkers behind the Chistori however noticed the tanks, turning their massive Proton Cannon towards the Tanks themselves. For a second their was a lull, then massive gun fire began to erupt from the tops of the AT-AW.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cinnigar; Rooftop
Allies: Mand'ade
Enemies: [member="Ordo"] [member="Lieutenant Kir"] [member="Darth Banshee"]
Objective: Avenge Gilamar

Before the duel between Vilaz and Ordo began Vilaz had seen an Imperial Royal Guard coming to the scene. He knew that he was an enemy, for the IFF tags didn't told Vilaz that he was a Mandalorian. Vilaz had time to react to the Guard's attack and he somersaulted to the right, dodging the four sonic projectiles that came from his weapon. The warrior had no time to deal with the guard and his main focus was on Ordo. From his comm link he ordered a Basilisk war droid to come to their location so it could deal with the guard and not have him or the Sith woman, that was with Ordo, interfere with the duel.

The Mandalorian then saw the helmet that was their fallen Manda'lor being thrown at him. He dodged the helmet as he did a quick side step to his left. After hearing Ordo's yells Vilaz unsheathed his Beskar Beskad and yelled out, "For Manda'lor!"

With one hand the Mandalorian took out one of his WESTAR 34 pistols and aimed at the chest of the traitor. While he was charging and shot five bolts from his pistol he slowed down as the flames of Ordo's flamethrower came towards him. While he wasn't inside in the middle of the flames the end of it touched Vilaz. Luckily, the Beskar'Gam protected him from getting burnt and the flames weren't at a degree that would melt his armor but it did heated it up. He jumped backwards to escape from the radius of the flames, and as he jumped in the air he was impacted by the slugs of his ripper. Once again, the armor protected him from having the slugs critically injuring him but that didn't mean that he wasn't harm. The kinetic energy of the slugs did leave not minor or major bruises on where the slugs impacted on.

The warrior was out of the void of flames and decided to go after the Sith woman who was in the area. If he wanted to kill someone so bad and it was between Ordo and Banshee then it would have been Banshee. For she made the galaxy and the dead laugh at them as they had a fake Mandolorian in their ranks for a long time.

Changing on who he should duel and, perhaps, kill he charged towards Banshee and pulled out his other WESTAR pistol, and fired at the Sith with both weapons, duel style. Once he would be close to her for close quarters combat he would put away one of the pistols and would unsheathe his Beskad to confront her sabers that she would eventually use. As he charged at her bolts impacted on his Beskar'Gam, making scorch marks on the armor. Still, the attack didn't penetrate his armor and only left bruises, similar to Ordo's slugs.

Still charging and firing at her he was closing in the distance at a constant velocity she would either deflect the bolts or accept the hits, for she, like Ordo, couldn't use the force due to the fact that the ysalamir was still strapped onto his back.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Cinnagar airspace
Allies: Arrbi Betna
Enemies: Aedan Miles | Darth Veles
Objective: Deal with the traitor

Anija watched her sensors, and saw the blips representing Aedan's security team streak away. And she shook her head. She couldn't fully wrap her mind around the fact that he had switched sides. But he probably didn't see it that way. But for Anija, she'd drawn her own line in the sand. One she wouldn't cross. And that was why she didn't rush to challenge Ordo. Her buir he might be, and that was the one thing that stayed her hand. Deep down, she knew he was still there somewhere, suppressed by the Sith who controlled him.

And so, she kept her attention on the matter at hand. As Aedan raced off, Anija loosed a few more bolts in his direction before she realized she had other concerns. Namely, the Corvette which was bearing down on her position. swearing, Anija tries to roll starboard to avoid the Corvette's bulk. She almost succeeded. The larger vessel slammed into her own at sufficient velocity to send the bes'ullik surging downward. There was a screech of warning from the control panel, and Anija clutched at her ears reflexively. In that moment, the sheer weight and inertia of the corvette itself caused cracks to spiderweb across Anija's canopy.

The bes'uliik wobbled, and she watched several of her dorsal sensors reduced to nothing but black readouts. Gritting her teeth, Anija gripped the flight controls firmly and ignored ANNE for the moment as the AI listed damages to the fighter. Right now, all Anija cared about was whether it would still fly, and if the weapons were still usable. Both were correct, to a degree. Her canopy was damaged, and she would likely not survive another trip to vacuum until it was repaired. At least not without a sealed suit. Which she had.

Anija pulled the flight controls downward and then over into a slow corkscrew to try and avoid more damage. Even trying to avoid it, she heard and felt the starboard wing slam up into the ventral hull of the corvette before she managed to get clear. That alone damaged more sensors, as well as the heavy laser mount. Sighing, she took a deep breath and hit the booster to give herself some distance.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Location: Cinnigar Streets
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Mandolorains, notably [member="Azrael"]
Objective: Carry out the will of the Dark Lord

Marcus had never been one to argue, that alone had gotten him quite far in the One Sith, so when [member="Darth Nephthys"] informed him of the plight of his Dark Lord in the city, he didn't hesitate. He gave the woman a curt nod and mounted the speeder bike that had carried him here. As the robed figure mounted up, his robes shifted over the beskar protecting his chest, his fight with Traycn Ordo hadn't been without reward, and now he turned the Mandolorian iron against its forgers. Ironic.

Slamming the accelerator his bike hurdled forwards at tremendous speed. Even at his current distance, he could watch the Leviathan lay waste to Cinnigar. But even it would not deter him, another Hand of the Dark Lord was tasked with that, he had other things to attend too, other people. Out of all the fires of rage burning in the hearts of Mandolorians across the planet, the one known as Azrael's burned with a fury like no other, and if being a Sith taught one anything, rage was a powerful tool. Vindica had a target.

His eyes narrowed preadatorily, the sickly yellow flecked with red orbs were signs of just how much the man had in terms of connection with the dark side. Every movement of every muscle was fueled by anger and pain, and every bit of it made him that much stronger. Racing through the rubble filled streets the assassin hunted, every bit of training as a tracker he had kicked in as he slowed the bike to a halt, dismounted and moved into the ruins.

Vindica was coming.

 

[Zac Grayson]

Location: City Limits
Allies: One Sith, [member="Eikrie Daom"]
Eneimys: [member="Kad Kando"],[member="Navio"]
Objective: Crush the Enemy

Darth Ares now walked the streets of the war zone enjoying the sound of war around him. He spoke to his apprentice with his voice filled with rage and passion ready to emerge."Angelus, these Mandolorians have fought force users since the dawn of time, do not rely on the force, they know how to stop it. Do not let your anger cloud your judgment here, you will gain the power of destruction in time, but war requires wisdom as well." At that point a Mandalorian came into view with a war droids in tow. Darth Ares and his Apprentice were the targets of a stray missile which Ares used the force to change its path and send it into a building. He continued his slow walk until the Mandalorian came into full view. He banished his lightsaber and ignited it. He then smirked and leapt through the air using a Sith Leap coming down with a his lightsaber at Kad Kando with a battle cry that could be heard through the streets.

(OOC: Sorry it is short, I am not for sure the last post I read of yurs is that last one.)

 

[Azrael]

Location: In the Air above the Dark Lord's chosen perch
Allies: Mando'ade
Squad: [member="Neskar A'toll"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Navio"]
Enemies: Dar'jetti: [member="Sawa Ike"] | [member="Darth Vindica"] | [member="Ordo"]
Objective: Confront the Dark Lord


The great and throated roar of the Leviathan in the background echoed across the landscape as the massive destructive mythical beast rose from it's cage and laid waste to all that were in its path. The sound rang true as well in the heart of the Field Marshal while the war droid blazed across the sky while he and his sister rode as magnificent champions of the cause in earnest towards the epitome of this war, the epicenter where it would all come to light. Too long had Azrael waited and kept his patience on the hope that his brother would be saved from his own actions. He'd watched and waited as other of his Mandalorian brothers and sisters raced to confront the man whom he'd known since he first was introduced to the Mandalorians. Azrael thought of his sister - Kila, who had been one of the only two people in the Galaxy that had cared enough about a boy from a junkyard to save him from a fate of drowning in a city that had never given Azrael anything but pain. He'd sworn an oath to the Manda because of this cause, because of the family he'd been taken into. Now that family was being torn apart, rent asunder by the rising blaze of fire and destruction that the Sith had let loose. Worlds had fallen under their heel as the stomped out the resistance - but they had no encountered the Mandalorian resistance. They would not yield, they would not quit, they would fight on till the glorious end.

Wind whipped by without a damper to the resolve and ferocity of this war beast that the vode rode upon. Information still flooded in beneath his helmet, drawing him in different directions, but at the same time keeping him focused. Readouts of enemy fire, trajectories, and advanced vision enhancements all rallied to Azrael's aid with hushed commands as he cycled through the HUD. He had expected opposition in the way to get to the Dark Lord. Knowing the Sith enough to understand that a priority of theirs would be to keep their reigning champion from harm unless he demanded their obedience to keep from interfering. He could already tell that had not been the case as the first of what he guessed as many attackers rose to challenge him. A cascade of strange flame and the sound of a mighty cannon echoed from below at street level. A tilt of the buy'ce gave him telescopic vision to see the image of a woman travelling at great speed was ripping through the air ahead of them, coming in at a forty degree angle. Immediately, Azrael gripped the controls on the droid and drew it's repulsor to cut a five percent loss in lift, keeping them pushing forward but decreasing their altitude for the time being.

"Hang on!" He shouted to Anastasia behind him while he tracked the progress and saw the energy vampire rise from the winds, entering for only a brief time the field of the Ysalamir on his back. A great flood of yellow lasers blasted in tandem from the great maw of his besu'liik beast. He intended to catch the vampire in the spray of lasers on her ascension as a first line of defense. Her form was loaded with a dual purpose, items were not instantly familiar to the Field Marshal, or his data banks in his helmet's readouts. Her trajectory was already calculated and as such, Azrael ignited the five percent reduction into a full load, pushing the droid back up into the assumed elevation as Sawa Ike descended from gravity alone behind the droid. The loud CLACK of the hand cannon echoed into the air, but the range was already behind a point blank distance, making the only residual damage a firm clatter to the back of the droid. Had the slug been coated with a high yield energy like the Mandalorians, it could of done some damage, but it was just dust through the engine at this point. In an answer to that however, Azrael had ignited a thermo detonator in his right hand and tossed it back seconds before it would explode. It was aimed, but it wasn't an exact science. If it hit, great...if it didn't at least the explosion would be enough to cover his continued advance. "Keep your rifle at the ready in case she comes back." Azrael advised Anastasia as he powered through the air.

Meters ahead, the real perilous and all too real target had been spotted. He couldn't miss the armor, that dark beskar'gam that rode over the entirety of the Field Marshal of whom had shown Azrael the first glimpse into the life of the Mandalorians. His Ori'vod stood proud and bold over what he assumed to be the place where his Allit Buir laid deceased and welcomed into the Manda. Two others also joining the Dark Lord on his perch were accompanied by another of his brothers. He hadn't known that Vilaz had beaten him here, but it didn't matter as it seemed he was contending with the reinforcements that had managed to take their place near Ordo. The repulsor's flared to life slowing his advance and putting distance between himself and the formed group. The BOAR.D in his grip was leveled with laser sight onto the cracked visor of the Dark Lord, but he didn't pull the trigger. Before the invasion Ordo's wife; Rianna had come to him, and the other vode that knew and loved the former farmer. She had pleaded for the life of her Riduur, and begged that he see justice, and not death to free him from the grips of what she had called a Sith Lord possession. It took a great amount of resistance to not pull that trigger however.

"JASPER ORDO BE AR'KLIM!" The amplified voice of Azrael cut across the chasm between them from his helmet - much the same way that Ordo's vocals had boomed in the tavern on Ord Mantell. "You have disgraced the vode with your treachery, you have torn allit and vod from each other - and you have laid waste to MY BUIR!" The pain and anger evident in the deafening roar of his voice. "By decree of the TRUE Mand'alor, and the Mando'ade you are responsible for everything you see here. Stand down...show the last bit of honor you can muster and end this now!" The whine of the fully charged weapon in his hand cut the silence after he finished. "Or...I...Will." No words Azrael had spoken today had been more heartfelt, more deeply rooted in his psyche, and as honest as the last words he had just said. His crimson visor locked onto Ordo and waiting for the man to give a response, and he still hoped - after all of this that it wasn't a response that would make him squeeze the trigger.

 

[Eikrie Daom]

Location: City Limits
Allies: One Sith, [member="Darth Ares"]
Enemies: Mando'ade
Objectives: Kill the enemy.

The young Dathomirian answered her Master's words with a voice that now expressed her anger, forgetting its once cold tone "Yes, Master" Still she knew what she was doing, she had a great control of the emotions inside her as to loose herself completely to her anger when she did not need it. It was a matter of minutes until a guard, covered in the typical armor of war and aimed a blaster at the Dathomirian who dodged the bolt by jumping to her right, shifting her figure in the air in a manner that allowed her to fall on her feet, which as soon as they touched the ground had positioned themselves in one of the foot-works of the Djem So combat form. Her upper lip went up as she growled slightly, her eyes had a vicious look that showed how the passion inside her begged to be unleashed on the guard. She moved forwards with great speed, making quick movements from left to right dodging blasts until she was too close and moving too fast for the guard to have a clear aim. Seeing as how he wouldn't be able to shoot the Acolyte he quickly let go of the blaster and unsheathed a vibro-sword. The spar between the young Sith and the guard, who was rather skillful in combat, begun. He would avoid her light-saber and try to strike her with the vibro-sword whenever he could but the Dathomirian was fast and was only cut one time on her upper right arm which was now bleeding. Still, the cut was not nearly deep enough like to unable her from using her right arm and so she kept on fighting, ignoring the pain. Her black light-saber came down, the enemy dodged it but was not fast enough to avoid the red saber that stabbed him right through the chest. The darkness in her cherished at the death of the enemy as Angelus returned to her master seeing he had engaged in combat with an enemy and decided to look for an opponent of her own.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Cinnegar
Objective: Aide in power
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Silara Vantai"]
Enemies: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"], [member="Dralshy'a"], [member="Preliat Mantis"]


The great beast would fly over head, circling for prey -- reckless in it's destruction. Soon, the position of those Voices of the Dark Lord would hum within the mind of the mute, and through the Horde and that of her escort, Darth Nephthys would soon come to be alongside that of her brethren.

She would bow her head in respect, the long length of her hair falling forward to hide her grimy porcelain face. Her petite body held the tangible reminder of what sacrifices are given for the Dark Lord's Vision, for Her Glory.

All shall come to pass for the One, for it is Her desire.

She was missing an arm, seared shut. Her knee was bruised and she would walk with a visible limp, but the command in power and determination would glint within those crimson eyes.

She need not say anything, her mere presence would state she was here to lend her power in any way possible, even be a shield if she had to.

For now, the woman would sit down, letting her body rest a bit before extending out her right hand. Power would surge and flow, feeding into Darth Carach for what was to come.