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

[Shaw McKeller]

Location: leaving McYoda's
Objective: save the damsel in distress
Allies: [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Grozurra"]
Enemies: [member="The Hydra Queen"]

The giant, four armed creature seemed too bogged down by the ball pit to do much more than wade through. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem for Shaw, but fate seemed to have it's own plans.

Ignoring the you rookie that seemed to wield the Force like it was a balsa wood bat (and would find the strength of said bat to be the same) and shrugging off the heavy fire that occasionally struck his armor, Shaw felt a... Tug in the Force. A pull, as it were. Outside. Away. Near, but coming closer.

It was scared, maybe desperate. Running from something, but what?

A wall of flames outside answered his question. Vong. Another Mando'ad in trouble. Leaving his Wookiee companion to deal with the reckless would-be Sith, Shaw turned and lumbered out the door.

He let the Force flow through his limbs, giving his body speed and strength as he picked up the pace. The fire breathers washed flames over his body, but his beskar held. His training and experience kept him strong against the heat, unflinching against the flames. The Vong behind slowed him not at all.

His momentum was too much, his armor still burning, but strong. Vong were smashed aside by the shield or trampled underfoot by his armored boots. Those that did not move met the edge of Jag'Kyramud: the Man Slayer. Those that saw their comrades fall moved. Those that didn't, fled before the terrifying visage of the Demon in their midst.

For a demon Shaw was.

There! Up ahead, the vod in trouble. He took the engagement in at a glance, his helmet systems quickly identifying targets and movement to help his assessment. The potential for the woman to meet her demise, or sever injury, were there.

Neither was acceptable.

Shaw dashed forward, the flames licking his armor as they died out. The image was a frightening one as the fire around and upon him cast upon his armor and its twisted, demonic stylization.

"Vod!" he shouted, hoping she would keep running to safety just as safety tried to rush to her.

 

[Azrael]

Location: Confronting Ordo
Allies: Mando'ade
Squad: [member="Navio"] | [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Neskar A'toll"]
Enemies: Dar'Jetti: [member="Ordo"] | [member="Darth Junra"] | [member="Lieutenant Kir"]
Objective: Wake Ordo Up


How could a man matter so much that two armies would fight both for and against his cause with such ferocity that the planet in their wake would turn to ruin? It was truly a matter of perspective loyalties that had changed hands, warranting said display of force. It was a question he didn't quite understand coming from the mouth of his big brother. Ordo had fought under several Mand'alors of old. Further back than Azrael's career spanned, and he'd seen war countless times. He was born and bred from it, cut his teeth in the thick of battle and had suffered loss, and wrought great victories. Was was never a chagrin to the Mando'ade, unless they were facing their own on the battlefield, and then it was gut wrenching crime that tore their brethren apart. The Deathwatch was certainly an apt tale of such despondency in their history. Azrael had come onto Mandalore just after the rebuilding project had come underway. Just after a nuclear strike had cratered a major portion of Keldabe, in a fight that had cemented the end of days for the rogue clan of separatists polluting the name of the Mandalorians and going against their own. All of these examples had one solitary thing in common, it had started with a single soul - and those that followed wrote the rest of the historical archives.

"How many more will your influence take? Who else will you sacrifice for this grand delusion? Me? Rianna? Ginnie? Who else are you willing to step on to climb this ladder of false peace?" Azrael exclaimed keeping his visor locked on the larger man as Ordo took measured steps forward towards the edge. "Do you think we are blind Ordo? That we cannot see that beyond your benevolent words is an army of darkness? The Dar'Jetti have destroyed our land, killed our family, and betrayed us on every hand - yet you not only side with them, you become their leader and encourage this." The pleasant tones of Ordo, and questions of his loyalty didn't phase Azrael's mindset, or calm his ire. The Field Marshal knew of his loyalty, of his bravery and selfless heroics. He respected the man greatly, and even now at this moment, he only saw a lost brother, and not a true villain. "What good are your tales of loyalty if you turn your back on who you swore to serve? The Manda called us vod from that first day on Mantell - and that is what I want back...I want my brother back."

He certainly had more he could say, but at the moment, things were becoming too close for comfort. The glaring stare of the Sith Lord holding her saber at bay, another pair of watchful eyes from a Sith at the other end of the roof, and a newer threat - that of a armored royal guard attempting to capitalize on a moment of discourse. Flames licked out of the guard's armored hand, tearing up the side of the war-droid causing a shift of focus for the Field Marshal. Charred metal casing licked up and down in the stream of fire. For as tactical as he was in battle, he was also balancing the responsibility for his little sister in her first true fight. Making the calculated choice, he brought the repulsor engines in reverse, letting the flames instead torch his right side. While the armor could take a good dousing and not ignite, the transparisteel tube wasn't going to fare so well. While he couldn't feel it, the repelling bubble produced by the lizard inside waned heavy as the little creature inside was forced into an early grave. Azrael pulled a hard bank around the bend of the roof's edge to flank Ordo's standing frame and hover a few meters in distance away. His bionic arm reaching back to protect Anastasia who was getting to hear an earful. Azrael wasn't always so verbose or wordy. This was not something he generally did often, but this was Ordo. How could he not try to win back his brother? Drawing out the BOAR.D, Azrael hit the charge and listened to it whine while he kept it pointed with laser focus on the red guard's form. His visor turned, focusing on Ordo once more.

"You offer me a choice of retreat, and I'm offering you one in return. Call off your dogs, Ori'vod - make an end to this madness and face the Mando'ade with the honor of a true warrior on Mandalore." He kept the piece trained on Kir for the time being, refraining from blowing another shot of the rail run directly against what he assumed to be heavily fortified armor. "We did not come for this world, we came for you. If you're so comfortable sacrificing for your vision, lay down your own life and save all of these." Azrael meant what he said, if Ordo halted the hostilities, the Mando'ade would do the same, he'd ensure it. He wanted to end this, as it was not for glory or fame that they had come to Teta. This was a war over one thing, and one thing alone. It was a Reckoning.

Spoiler

[member="Neskar A'toll"]
[member="Navio"]
[member="Anastasia Rade"]
[member="Michael Steelfang"]
[member="Itessa"]
[member="Kaia Brin"]
[member="Countess Calum Teramo"]
[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]
[member="Mac O Shenanigans"]
[member="Kad Kando"]
[member="Dred Varad"]
[member="Vilaz Munin"]
[member="Aedan Miles"]
[member="Gilamar Skirata"]
[member="Strider Garon"]
[member="Preliat Mantis"]
[member="Basaba Willamina"]
[member="A'den Prudii]
[member="A'den Shereshoy"]
[member="Adelaide Baldesarra"]
[member="Aeron Kreelan"]
[member="Ailyn Kelborn"]
[member="Allison Willamina"]
[member="Anaye Li KaTar"]
[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Anita Willamina"]
[member="Aran Ordo"]
[member="Arla Balor"]
[member="Arrbi Betna"]
[member="Azrael"]
[member="Axiom Keirn"]
[member="Ava Lok"]
[member="Bane Rade"]
[member="Bendak Garett"]
[member="Bertolt Shereshoy Vhett"]
[member="Briika Tor"]
[member="Buliwyf Jarhulda"]
[member="Cabur Aranar"]
[member="Captain Larraq"]
[member="Cassus Vhi'torr"]
[member="Craliet Verd'un"]
[member="Cross"]
[member="Davin Starrunner"]
[member="Desmond Verd"]
[member="Dex Cavall"]
[member="Draven Fett"]
[member="Dred Malachore"]
[member="Dunta Feskitt"]
[member="Edric Keiser"]
[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Emberli Garett"]
[member="Erebus Vivant']
[member="Ermac Laith"]
[member="Elara Lok"]
[member="Fear"]
[member="Firax Ved"]
[member="Flynn Mercado"]
[member="Galaar Tal'Verda"]
[member="Garrus Garon"]
[member="Genet'orar Detta"]
[member="Ginnie Ordo"]
[member="Henry Garon"]
[member="Hunter Yagami"]
[member="Hutuun'Kyramud"]
[member="Illyria Skirata"]
[member="Inara Ka"]
[member="Iris Harper"]
[member="IxChell Kai"]
[member="Jaal Rocker Tono"]
[member="Jaden Taacyn"]
[member="Jathin Fallin"]
[member="Jedediah Bagely"]
[member="Jon Swanson"]
[member="Jorkus Ordo"]
[member="Ka'ika Skirata']
[member="Kable Detta"]
[member="Kad Tor"]
[member="Kadala Skirata"]
[member="Kadesh Tiamat"]
[member="Kalzor De'Hallen"]
[member="Kane Chansul"]
[member="Kara Cabor"]
[member="Keltin Gelfon"]
[member="Khull"]
[member="Kila Cadau"]
[member="Kor Rinn"]
[member="Kote Tal"]
[member="Kyle Tethair"]
[member="Kytarra Hawk"]
[member="Laaran"]
[member="Lavania"]
[member="Lee Bane']
[member="Lilly Tenshine']
[member=Lord Daemos']
[member="Lynx Vhette"]
[member="Mando Skyre"]
[member="Merec Vizsla"]
[member="Mirshen"]
[member="Mirta Kar"]
[member="Natalie Kolesnikova"]
[member="Nick Gamastar"]
[member="Niki Manson"]
[member="Nob Soldat"]
[member="Nolan Detta"]
[member="Oberon Drexel"]
[member="Ordo Ka'rta"]
[member="Ploog"]
[member="Ragnar Fett"]
[member="Ragnar Ordo"]
[member="Revy Khai"]
[member="Rickon Ordo"]
[member="Rion Ke Teldan"]
[member="Sandis Veeran"]
[member="Satara Hawk"]
[member="Sea'ika Vel"]
[member="Seriem Vhett"]
[member="Shane Sisko Skirata"]
[member="Shaw McKeller"]
[member="Silas Ward"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
[member="Skye Mertaal"]
[member="Spar Malachore"]
[member="SyDen Kes'sin"]
[member="Taneith Jy Vun"]
[member="Teroch Gra'tua"]
[member="Tiberius Rex"]
[member="Tyrl Raines"]
[member="Vash Ordo"]
[member="Verz Horak"]
[member="Xander Lok"]
[member="Zoe Kelborn"]

 

[Grozurra]

Location: McYoda's
Allies: [member="Shaw McKeller"]
Enemies: [member="Tsavong Kraal"], [member="Darth Acarus"] / [member="Aeon Caedus"], [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"]


"Hold fire on the MT-40G." Gozurra said into his comm as he watched the Sith (Acarus/Caedus) fled deeper into the building. Thermal imagers in his helmet tracked the Sith's movement as he fled and Grozurra relayed his position to the platoon of men inside the Ani'jarkiv Luxury Limo. "Continue firing with the Support Weapons. Bring up by 5-degrees and track right 10-degrees."

The wookiee sensed a second target nearby and continued walking forward, through the hole in the wall made by the grenades and heavy weaponry that had previously been aimed at the spot. Smoke continued to pour from the forcebreaker grenades, spreading deeper into the building and outside of the building as well, making swirling patterns in the air as bullets tore through the smoke and raced towards the fleeing Sith (Acarus/Caedus). He exited the building and turned to his right to stare down the approaching figure. Massive and hulking, the creature was... wearing the most ridiculous armor that Grozurra had ever seen. <What's with the shoulder pads? Can he even lift his arms over his head?> Grozurra thought to himself as he sized up his opponent. The readings from his environment scanner and thermal imaging were enough to tell him that the figure was an oddity, but the sensation the creature (Kezeroth) left in the Force was enough to make Grozurra's skin crawl. As a lover of the wild places in the galaxy, Grozurra could feel the wrongness of the Sith Creature.

Knowing that his Lightsaber would have little effect on such massive armor, and because he wasn't all that good with it anyway, Grozurra put his lightsaber away. Instead, he reached out with the force and focused on Kezeroth's disgusting body. "Shock Grenades." Grozurra said on the platoon frequency. A second later and five Shock Grenades were tossed through the window of the limo and landed around the massive hulk. In two seconds they would detonate and Grozurra would continue to focuse on Kezeroth's body. His senses flowing over and through the creature as he explored his physical body as well as his presence in the force.

 

[Bubák]

Location: Cinnagar
Allies: [member="Luminara Rikanati"]
Enemies: [member="Nolan Detta"]

Alaki raised an eyebrow upon seeing the enemy focus entirely on the Twi'lek Acolyte. Perhaps her blue lightsaber made him believe the Chiss was an ally? Whatever the case, the tug of his leg did not work as intended, much to the teenager's dismay. One of her hands went to the belt and removed one sticky grenade she had obtained earlier from a dead soldier. Since the Mandalorian gave all of his attention to Luminara, Alaki had enough time to feel through the Force and scan the man's mass. As expected, he was heavy. Alaki had by no means mastered the secrets of the Force, but Force sense and various applications belonged to the basic training of Padawans, thus she could tell the enemy weighted over 200 kg. If she gave the flesh, muscle and bone hidden beneath the armor half of it, 100 kg, the equipment alone still must have had about 100 kg as well. The armor, the large amount of weapons and ammo, the jetpack with fuel; once the jetpack on his back ran out of fuel of the Sith succeeded in destroying it, Alaki guessed the man would be very, very slow. Even now, in the air, the jetpack had to burn through its fuel very quickly to support the mass and keep it flying.

As he flew towards the Twi'lek, Alaki walked several meters closer to the two and simply waved her hand and telekinetically set off two of the six thermal detomators on the man's bandoleer. A fairly easy application of telekinesis for someone who had spent her entire life among Force users, learning how to use the Force and fight with lightsabers. This was meant to distract him more than anything else, as she set off the sticky grenade in her hands as well and tossed it at his back after Luminara's attack, aiming at the jetpack and guiding it with telekinesis while walking backwards, away from the explosion at the same time. There was nothing else that needed to be done; even though the badass beskar armor could no doubt survive the explosion of the sticky grenade, the jetpack not so much. While the Mandalorian would be busy with the two thermal detonators, he logically would be unable to tend to the sticky problem on his back. And even if he could, what chance did he have? Fully clad in heavy armor, one could not easily reach the back of their jetpack.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cinnigar; rooftop
Allies: Mando'ade, [member=Azrael], [member=Anastasia Rade]
Enemies: OS, [member=Darth Banshee], [member=Ordo] and whoever the heck is with them
Objective: Kill

Vilaz was still charging at the retreating Sith, for she probably knew of the ysalamir strapped to his back. He was still firing bolts at her from his dual WESTAR pistols as he was running. As one of his previous bolts hit the Sith on her armor he could see something absorbing the blaster bolt and he knew that she had a personal shield until with her, for it was, perhaps, the only thing that could absorb bolts and slugs. Then, as the Sith was more than ten meters away from Vilaz saw a piece from a wrecked basilisk war droid coming towards him. This also caused several of the bolts impact on the piece rather than Banshee. He didn't think. He simply just laid low to dodge the piece that was thrown at him by the Sith Lord to avoid getting thrown off the building if he was to be hit with such magnitude.

The warrior then reloaded both of his dual pistols and continued closing in the distance between him and his opponent which would, once again, put the woman in that nullify bubble.

 

[Arjant Clevenger]

Location: Cinnigar streets
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Sith
Objective: The little girl

Quite a show he was enjoying. There was blood coming from the girl and Bane was treating her like an infant playing with a doll, smacking her, throwing her, and mistreating her in any way. The Dark Jedi ignored her message through telepathy, for it meant nothing to him. Just a crazy message from this psychopath. He finally had enough and threw the little girl far away from him.

Then he could feel a bone in his spinal cord moving in a direction. He knew that if something jacked up his spine he was in trouble. Something that this little girl never knew about him was that he was tortured in various ways by the Graug when he was their lab rat. They mistreated him physically, mentally, emotionally, and would sometimes do things to the inside of his body. Those days made him stronger as they also made him work out for many hours just so they could torture him to the next level and see how long he could last in their experiments.

In conclusion, this was nothing new to Bane.

While the possessed girl did got a grip on the bone she was focusing on and sent it in a direction his body was strong and he would not break down that easily. That bone would still be connected with the rest of his body, but it would push up another bone in the direction it was going and that bone would stab in the temporal lobe of his brain. While the temporal lobe was important it wouldn't affect with his movements or anything he would really use in combat.

Bane would grab his head with two hands and he would let out a fearsome roar because of the pain his brain received. It hurt, indeed, but this little girl just unleashed his demon. There was a reason why he was given the title "The Animal" from the Graug and that was because of his uncontrolled savagery, his brutality, and how he would treat his prey. He even acted like an animal that would tear the flesh of his prey with his hands and teeth. He would kill anyone in his way whether it be Mandalorians or Sith.

He would run at full speed towards where he threw the girl and would unleash all the hell that was in him on her. She might be crazy but Bane was something worse than crazy.

[member="Pandora Liline"]

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member="Darth Carach"]

Lightning poured from the clouds that had gathered above and struck at the leviathan. His massive body reacting as any animal in pain would. He lashed his feet and tail at buildings and structures around him and shot his blue luminescent fire into the offending clouds a as if fighting back. He looked back to where the people had been gather to stare at him and reared up and roared. It was an act of desperate anger as he was struck again and again with electricity. He feel at the building and crashed into its side. the huge structure itself followed the motion and the whole building began to fall.

 

[Darth Rixas]

[member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Navio"]

Angrel's precognitive senses proved sharp, as he cast a dissatisfied glance back at [member="Navio"]. Continuing his predetermined path, The Sith Knight pushed his right hand outward. With his shield being on the opposite side of his body, Angrel didn't want to sacrifice his mobility to utilize the Kraetos. Angrel used a combination of force push and telekinesis to force the missile into the ground earlier than it should have, and the grenade that'd left Angrel's possession before hand would still find itself at Navio's feet. It would explode any second now.
Angrel's attention remained on [member="Neskar A'toll"]. Neskar had maneuvered himself out harms way, seemingly creating space between the two combatants.

"Nonsense, mandalorian!" Spat Angrel, angrily.

The Sith Knight pumped his arm and raised it in front of himself, commanding the Arkanian dragons to emit a second burst of flame as Neskar fired. The combining fire-fight proved neither side to actually overpower the other as Neskar's house-shaking shotgun went against the flame of the Kraetos. The Mandalorian's continuous onslaught forced Angrel to compensate or else meet his doom. His Kraetos shivered and discharged a 3rd and final blast of arkanian fire as Neskar's shotgun drew silent. The dragons on Angrel's shield exhaled trails of smoke as they slowed their movements, coiled their heads around each other and went asleep. That left the organic tower shield with one remaining weapon and Angrel didn't waste a further moment as a singular hydrastaff erected from the shield, looking to impale itself in Neskar's neck. With his free right hand, Angrel retrieved his Tsaisi sword from his back and swung twice, once at the Mandalorian's right knee and afterwards, lifted the blade to swing at his right elbow.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: Roof top
Allies: Tos [member="Lieutenant Kir"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Tylan Toarinar"] [member="Laufeia Carzi"] @cryus tregessar
Enemy: Mandalorians, [member="Olivia Dem'adas"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Azrael"]

As the broken droid flew past him, she saw him start to stand up. He was going to try and close on her. Running would not help, as she soon run out space. She decide to face him, she ran towards him with lightsaber in hand. As he fired the first few bolts at her she blocked them, they closed in on each other. Next two hit square in chest it hurt, but only bruising her armour was designed for this. She then got close enough to lunge at him, she may not be backed up by the force, but lightsaber into chest will still hurt......

The fury finally came into range of the tanks, ship commander then gave his orders Open fire on the three clanderous class assault tanks, which are fifty meters in front the rest. Then crew chose their targets, and opened fire on the tanks, with all they had.....

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Outside McYoda's
Enemies: [member="Grozurra"] [member="Shaw McKeller"]
Allies: @Darth Acuras @Aeon Caedus

Looking up Kezeroth snarled at the wookie under his mask when the Shock Grenades came by him, Though strongly late Kezeroth made a stomp enhanced by the force to make the Shock Grenades fly away, but they only traveled roughly 1&half feet before Detonation. Kezeroth crouched with his stomp to have most of his armor take damage from it all. The Energy from the Blast and electricity surged through his armor and Kezeroths body jolted and shook but remained crouched holding his Light-Pike. For those looking through the force there sight would catch Kezeroths Gen'Dai body healing the charred pieces of flesh rather quickly under the armor. Darkside energy grew little stronger and Kezeroth grew bit angery.

Looking at where the grenades came from Kezeroth and subjected anyone inside with a Torrent of Force Lightning. Hopeing to have them feel his fury and pain. Meanwhile Kezeroth looked up at [member="Grozurra"] the Wookie and shouted " Get down here and fight, Wheres your Courage Mando!?" Kezeroth knew if he could dispatch the Wookie the little battle would end. If the Wookie refused again it would be time for Kezeroth to have little fun.

(( OOC: [member="Grozurra"] Shock Grenades on wiki didnt give me much of a description so i hope i did ok with that))

 

[Lunasi Vizsla]

[member="Bane Rade"]

Pandora was currently having so much 'fun' Her crazy mind was displaying nothing else but cruelty. The moment the man had charged at her so did the grip on her actually had vanished. A bright smile appeared as her completely black eyes started straight through Bane's soul. "I am going to GRAaah!" She screamed as the wind was flowing around the area, 'Kill you instead.." Her left hand rose up above her hand while debris started to flow around the area and gathered around her. It was covering the path for her as a protection as she let go of her left and focused on her right. She fueled the darkside within her body into a wide range force push, which if could go as far as slamming the guy into the wall, but it did not have the power to push him through the wall.

 

[Lunasi Vizsla]

woops >< don't mind this post.

 

[Alan]

Location: Cinnagar
Enemies: [member="Darth Vindica"]
Allies: Mando'ade
OOC: Edited to show more damage by throw.

[member="Darth Vindica"] threw him against the rubble, and Tracyn felt his body be slammed against the rubble. He grasped his lightsaber as it flew from his hands, and stood back up. He landed on his back, and if it were not for his training and years of experience and heavy Jedi robings that covered his body, he would have been severely injured. He felt dazed, but drew into the light sided nexus on the Solari crystal in his hands- beneath the metal of the lightsaber. He twirled his lightsaber as he stood, holding his crushgaunt adorned orange-bladed weapon of the Jedi tightly. He felt it. Marcus wasn't even there anymore. He stood tall, and then, he delved into the force, wrapping himself in it. He wrapped his legs in it, wrapped his arms in it. He wrapped his head in it, and sped himself up.

To Tracyn, the world went slower. Everything became calculated. The rate at which he began to run. The memorization of all the Teras Kasi techniques. The swiftness of both of the arts put together. He remembered how he was taught. Feet forward. Weight on your leg as you jump upwards. Extend your leg out straight- put as much power into it as possible. Don't let them see you. He fed off the nexus in the lightsaber, and narrowed his eyes. He couldn't remember going this fast- ever. But he had to. He aimed square for Marcus' chest, putting as much emphasis as he could into the hit- as much power as nearly 20 years of fighting would have given him.

"You could have been someone great, Marcus."

 

[Galatea Raste]

Location: Cinnagar Rooftops
Allies: Darth Banshee Ordo Darth Vindica Sawa Ike Lieutenant Kir
Enemies: Vilaz Munin Azrael Neskar A'toll Anastasia Rade
Objective: Live

"Well, this is undignified."

She found herself over the shoulder of a man in a huge powersuit. Now she looked even smaller than she already was. That and her nice little prize was now lying on the roof without anyone to ensure that it didn't get taken away from her. She wanted a carbonite mando statue, dangit! Oh well. If the body was there after this was over she'd come back and claim it, but if not, well, it was better that she was alive and without a statue than dead anyways. Right? Right. Yeah, definitely better.

They were going to draw trouble from the Mando's, so she did what she could and lifted a barrier around the two of them. It wasn't the best barrier the galaxy had ever seen, but it would certainly work better than nothing at keeping them protected from most weapons. Granted if they got close to the mando and his droid it would be useless.

"I've got us a barrier up... Can't say how much it will hold back, though. Use it wisely."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cinnigar; Rooftop
Allies: Mando'ade [member="Azrael"] [member=Anastasia Rade]
Enemies: one Sith [member=Ordo] [member="Darth Banshee"]
Objective: Kill

The two figures closed into each other and Vilaz had stopped firing blaster bolts at her. He put away his dual pistols in its holsters and continued running towards the Sith Lord. Many would question why he put away his pistols. But Vilaz had his own reasons of why he did that. Right when they were at the range of hand to hand combat Vilaz would have his right hand go for the beskad that was in its sheathe, and right when the woman lunged at him the warrior would unsheathe his Beskad and using the same momentum as he unsheathed the Beskad he sent the blade upwards where it would impact the lunging arm of the Sith with great force. Her lightsaber did meet the chest of Vilaz but the Beskar would protect him against the lightsaber, but it did leave somewhat of a bruise on his chest.

His attack would do greater damage for his attack would somewhat nullify the sith's arm and it would be impossible to retract the arm once she had lunged forward and Vilaz attacking at the arm before the saber into contact with his chest.

 

[Garza]

Location: Rooftops
Enemies: [member="Darth Carach"], [member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Darth Urak"], [member="Darth Atrace"]
Allies: [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Jedediah Bagely"], [member="Dralshy'a"],
Music Selection: Courtesy Call - Thousand Foot Krutch

I smiled greatly as the young man tried to get out of my grasp. He used a force push, but like all youngers, it was expected. My body had a blue hue to it suddenly and the force push made me slide back a few inches, but nothing more. "Try you might, and you will fail." I smiled daring either of them to challenge me further. I was not afraid to kill. Nor die for my brethren of the Mando'ade.

At the end of that thought, I heard a voice break out in my ear piece. Knowing already that it was a mando that was close to me, he asked if I needs back up. Smiling, I might as well accept it. Being almost secretive, I nodded my head. Hoping that the nod in a yes would tell him to do it. Almost speaking to both my brother, and the Sith who I had not began choking yet, "Take a shot darling."

Telling for the Sith to try and test his luck, and Jedediah to take the shot as the man standing on the ground, clearly in control of the man who was now being tightened down on. "I would have hoped that the Sith would have gotten better in their fighthing skills. None the less, you were probably sitting down wanking off to men from what it looks like. And you call yourselves Darth and yet you can't best me."

I smiled. Using my words to try and instigate them into fighting me with rage. From there, their soul would be in my control.

 

[Ferian Adair]

Location: Undisclosed Residential Area, Cinnagar
Objective: Unknown
Allies: One Sith | [member="Darth Arcis"]
Enemies: Whoever

While in other parts of the city the battle raged on, he was displaced from it. There had been plenty of pickings for those he had elected to call... comrades - insofar as he could throw them - and he would have been amongst them, if not for the plain fact that they seemed to have things well in hand by the time he arrived. Alderaan had been something of a disappointment with scrap he had been faced with, and it had left him hungry. Sating that hunger to a certain degree had been a priority, and the hunt had taken some time. On Teta, he had elected to stalk outside the edge of the battle zone, looking for any detestable invader to employ the ages-old skills of silent, untelling assassination upon. There had been one or two, cowards perhaps, but neither had been Mandalorian. It disgusted him, that there would be those amongst the Sith who were so cowardly to hide, but even so, it had been that way in his time, and in every time. Putting them out of their misery was a kindness he could extend with ease, and was a service to the cause, weeding out those that were not worth the air they breathed.

This was his course of action, until something else caught his attention - gunships, coming into the vicinity. He watched, wordlessly, as the vessels descended between the buildings and whatnot.

Curious, and yet... his eyes narrowed, watching from three floors up in an apartment building through a blown-out window, as the vessels touched down, ahead of his position and below. ...power rides with these.

He could feel it - the taste of power, his own in the past, and in others, was all too familiar. The gunships were silent but for a scant moment. He stepped up into the frame of the window, craning out for a closer look when several dozen stormtroopers came spilling out. It occurred to him with quite a touch of humour, how the universe played on the same themes over and over again. History truly did repeat itself, even if not in a precise and identical fashion at each interval.

Another red face? I should question whether time and the universe are having some jape at my expense, he mused, chuffing at the ridiculousness of the thought, Unlikely. Well, let us see who has come to our cause.

And with that, he leapt from the window - cloak fluttering with a seeming artfulness on the way down - hitting the ground below in a sharp twak made by over two-hundred pounds of pure-blooded, steely-boned K'paur, and continued to watch the many troopers spread out and secure the area, like a barrage of ants as he rose to his feet.

 

[Lord Gaius]

LOCATION: Cinnegar Streets
ALLIES: [member="Alaki"] [member="Luminara Rikanati"]
ENEMIES: [member="Nolan Detta"]
OBJECTIVE: Rally the Sith

Darth Vidar had come. A corvette shot forth from Hyperspace with a course set for Empress Teta. The battle had raged for some time, and it was nigh that it should end. A solitary escape pod was launched from the belly of the beast that descended through the atmosphere. Flames licked the hull of the cylindrical vessel, soaring across the sky and cleaving a path through the clouds. Within was twelve Massassi, the personal guard of the resurrected Sith Lord. Only days ago Darth Mierin had approached his spirit, and performed Transfer Essence.

The earth shuddered and the street asphalt buckled as the pod lodged itself into the ground. A hiss followed by a series of minuscule mechanics unlocking the rear door whispered into the air. The hatch broke open, and the Massassi spewed forth wielding spear and pike, garbed in dark robes. They fled into the streets, engaging Mandalorian soldiers where they could be found. It was a wasteland with corpses from each side stacking the side streets. The fighting had been intense and vicious upon first inspection.

The Sith Lord emerged from the escape pod. Two heavy thuds accompanied him as he stepped down onto the pavement. His body rippled with muscles, a testament to his raw strength. He marched out into the chaos that curled its deathly hands around the throat of Empress Teta. He squinted his gaze, piercing through the veil of dust thrown up from an intense conflict. He reached out with the cosmic energies, sensing the presence of three within. Two of which he knew to be Sith, the Dark Side permeated from them, though their grasp in the Force was not equal to the Sith Knights and Lords that dotted the landscape.

He marched towards the conflict, determined to crush the opposition they faced and rally Sith forces. It was useless for them to fight in isolated duels, tactics needed to be in play. A strategy. Together, a united front, they would be unstoppable. Splinter groups would only mean defeat. He surged into the dust cloud, confronted by the sight before him. An intense fight between a single Mandalorian and two Acolyres.

Darth Vidar held out his hand high, summoning the energies of the cosmos. Dark Side energies swelled within his palm, forging an invisible spear of pure Force energy. An ability known as Darkshear. He held up his manipulation, and thrust it towards the Mandalorian with a mighty heave, attempting to pierce Nolan through the stomach, if it struck true, the invisible force-forged spear could injure him as though it were a real physical object.

 

[Urak]

Location: Rooftops
Enemies: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] / Mandos
Allies: [member="Darth Atrace"] / One Sith
Objective: Kill

Urak, as nikkita was being pushed backwards, quickly sped to her with the force catching her off-guard as she was distracted by getting pushed back, and stabbed at her in the chest with his saber with one hand and with the other hand attempts to use the force to choke Nikkita tightly so she loses her grip on Atrace freeing him.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: Cinnegar Streets

Allies: Vod

Enemies: 3 Sith [member="Darth Vidar"] [member="Alaki"] [member="Luminara Rikanati"]

Nolan was twirled and shoved, blown and fragged by the pair of Sith he faced. His armor held strong as the ray shielding absorbed the majority of the onslaught. But he was starting to see stars in the daylight as a third Sith joined in. He turned to see the red skinned one throw something... Then a mighty punch was felt in his abdomin. He looked down to see his ray shield shatter at his stomach and a small hole punched through his armor. He sank to one knee, the pain immense. He began to black out, the sides of his vision blurred as his trifecta of devil-spawned Force ghouls closed in....

But then, the anger he'd been taught to hold on to, the maelstrom that thundered behind his eyes and in the depths of his heart unleashed. A blaze of essence erupted from within Nolan. Pure, unfiltered hate, anguish, pain and misery flowed from his soul. Force Rage some called it, allowing the wielder massive strength, stamina and power, but at a cost of their sanity. Though Nolan had a trick up his sleeve. He had already lost his sanity. The moment his family was slaughtered and his blood spilled on his own soil. He'd been waiting for a time where he could exact his revenge. But now, he was out numbered and all he could see was red.

Nolan rose to his feet in defiance of death's call. He shrugged the pain away and looked for the first enemy he saw, the azure bladed one, a younger female than the Twi'lek, but this one was a Fallen. Shed abandoned her creed for the "loyalties" of the Sith. Her betrayal was the worst and Nolan was to bring down his judgement upon her. His pack was weakened and offered little to no lift but he did not need lift, only a push. He fired the only working engine of the pair and blasted forward, Beskad now drawn, and his Kath Hound in one hand, blasting away. His intended to reach the woman, discard the gun and slay her with his blade. Shell-shot ripped through the air as the 40 round barrel spewed it's scattered death all around the woman, being slugs, the girl had no chance of redirecting or overcoming the barrage.

"Dar'jetii, you will pay for your treason to your people!!"