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

[Slot 19]

Location: Cinnegar Streets

Allies: [member="Alaki"] [member="Darth Vidar"]

Enemies: [member="Nolan Detta"]

Objective: Kill


Luminara felt the sudden surge in Dark Side energy come from the Mandalorian. How interesting that he would choose now to use it instead of before. She fed upon the energy around him, making herself stronger with it. As he charged at the young Alaki with weapons ablaze, she chose that time to intervene. "Ah ah ah," She said as she focused on his gun and pulled it from his hand. Catching it, she then sent a powerful second shockwave into him, which would throw him off of the girl's path. The Twi'lek clicked her tongue in a nagging fashion. "How very rude, indeed," She remarked, studying the weapon of his. "Using Force Rage in such a careless maneuver. And here I was, thinking you Mando scum knew a bit about tactics..." She shook her head in mock disappointment.

 

[Arjant Clevenger]

Location: Cinnigar Streets
Objective: Annihilate
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Sith

His charged had stopped when the lunatic had done a Force Push to him. Bane was then sent flying in the air and had stopped when he impacted on a wall. It was a heavy hit, very painful, and while it didn't break his back or anything the back of his head was what hurt the most. Blood came out of a gap in his head and he could feel like it as he touched it and it slid on his skin. After a few moments from sitting on the ground, recovering from the attack, he charged at the girl to try close in the distance between them.

[member="Pandora Liline"]

 

[Pa'Kar Sang]

And just like that she was gone, falling. But so was he. Cursing under his breath he called out to his War Droid who screamed past him like an X-Wing. Reaching out with a gloved hand he caught the beast at the neck, nearly ripping his shoulder from its socket. Wincing in pain he swung himself back into his seat. She woulds till fall, even with him being propelled down...Without a jetpack or some other propulsion she would fall to her death.

"What, is she karking crazy?" Flying forward his droid reached out to catch her in its claws, not to harm her but to save her from her inevitable fall.

[member="Quinn Vos"]

 

[Logan]

Location: Rooftops of Cinnagar
Allies: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"], Mandalorians
Foes: [member="Darth Helios"], One Sith
Objective: Change of Plans
((OOC Note: Jennek is male.))


Providing precise cover fire from a distance was actually quite pleasing. The CZ-836 was a nice piece of kit, though he only wished he had a suppressor at the moment. No doubt he and Jennek were going to attract the attention of something sometime soon and he didn't exactly expect whatever it was to be friendly. By now, he had regular 5.56mm slug rounds in the chamber and was busy firing semi-automatic bursts at [member="Darth Urak"] and [member="Darth Atrace"]. Before he let off another round, the rifle clicked in absence of a slug to fire, thus telling Jed it was time to reload and relax his trigger finger for a few moments.

"Uh Jed, you hear that?" Jennek's tentative question rang through his helmet's comm unit.

"Nah. What is it?"

"Sounds like...buzzing. I dunno."

It took Jed's attention away from his task at hand for a moment, clicking the back of his tongue to enhance the hearing amplifiers in his helmet. His comrade was right, there was something buzzing. A fraction of a second later, something smashed into the debris that Jennek was hiding behind.

"Oh god! What are these things?!"

His cries could be heard even from where Jedediah was - only a building behind him - and the agonizing sound of intensified buzzing and scraping at metal. Luckily, Jed's younger vod was adorned in the same beskar'gam as he was and had more than a fighting chance to save himself. "They won't get off! They're trying to dig into my beskar!" Jed's eyes widened at his words, subconsciously snapping another magazine of FLARE slugs into his rifle.

"Use your crushgaunts!"

A gasp of hope could be heard over the comlink, accompanied by heavy breathing and even more buzzing. A few moments later, a pair of sharp cracking sounds erupted over the distant echoes of war. "They're dead, I think." Jed sighed in relief although it was cut short by a pounding sound behind him. With narrowed eyes, the Mandalorian commando spun around with his rifle jammed back into his shoulder, training the weapon directly upon some creepo with pale skin and a knack for meditating. Actually, he seemed to be meditating or doing something along those lines right now.

Ysalamir.

A smile crept across Jed's face as he rose from his crouch and took a few cautious steps towards the Sith. His rifle didn't sway, he blinked only as fast as he could, and adrenaline clouded his last minute thoughts regarding running away. Jed took a few more steps, hopefully bringing this bozo into range of the ten meter bubble that these little yellow beasties created.

"Jen? You still there? You might wanna come over here."

Whether or not the man was unharmed enough to come to his aid, he wouldn't know, at least not yet.

 

[Garza]

Location: Rooftops
Enemies: [member="Darth Urak"], [member="Darth Atrace"], [member="Darth Helios"]
Allies: [member="Jedediah Bagely"],
Music Selection: Courtesy Call - Thousand Foot Krutch

A plethora of shots fired from a distance were evident when they screamed in my head of danger. My precognition kicked in and showed me different outcomes from the shots being fired. It showed a bullet, looking like a sniper rifle round, zooming past the Sith in a miss, I acted quickly. My eyes closed even as the sith was aiming to go after me. And using telekinesis in the same way I had with the sword, used it on the projectile.

Now correctly aimed to slam into the Sith as he charged me. And because the bullet was many times faster, it would be nearly impossible to dodge, and likewise to defend against it. As the two were not much better for my skills from their ranks, I began to move. Letting my hand down, but despite this, the Sith still hung in the air choking as I lunged forward using my my offhand foot to slam down into the ground twisting with my hips, followed by my core, chest, and shoulders, to send my beskad to come down at the man as he was still in mid stride to cleave him in half in a overhead cut. Followed by an uppercut with my sword, and my off hand in the form of a force enchanted punch.

The thing about my punches. Is that a force push is what I used. The inital hit would be my armored fist, followed by a wave of the force much like an afterdraft from a vehicle, only, it was powerful enough to send a man flying into the air.

As that took place, I could see something off to my right slam down into the ground, knowing that the screams that were heard from there, and the com system, I could hear Jed as he tried to deal with whatever it was that attacked them. Once these pair of Sith were done, I would be going to return the favor in his help to me.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Cinnegar Streets
Objective: Aide brother-in-law in outnumbered fight
Allies: [member="Nolan Detta"], Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Luminara Rikanati"], [member="Alaki"], [member="Darth Vidar"], Sith


Briika was returning ground side in a med-evac LAAT after evacuating wounded verde up to the Mandalorian medical frigate stationed in orbit above Empress Teta when she noticed a fellow Mando'ad in trouble on one of the streets fighting three Darjetii. She knew that beskar'gam well. It wasn't just any Mando, it was her riduur's vod'ika. The combat medic immediately shouted for the transport pilot to circle back around and for the gunners to give cover fire as she used her jet pack to bail out.

<Call for backup to this location!> she instructed via her buy'ce's comm unit just before flying out the open side door.

With a nutrient frame tucked onto her back as well as the jet pack, the silver-armored Mando'ad made her way down to where Nolan was in the fight for his life. Bree threw Force breaker grenades in front of the Sith, then brought her M-12 "Kath Hound" shot gun that was in an attached sling to bare down on them as her booted feet touched the pavement at a run.

Briika's goal was to give some time for Nolan to do what he needed to do to survive and/or kill his attacker(s), staying far enough away from her brother-in-law so that the ysalamiri wouldn't affect his Force use. If his buy'ce had a good seal, and hopefully it did, the gas from the grenades wouldn't affect him either; only the Darjetii nearby, if they breathed it in.

<Nol'ika, I've got your back.>


[member="Kable Detta"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Ralize Darkfeather"]

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: Residential Area, Empress Teta
Allies: [member="Ferian Adair"], One Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians
Objective: Operation: Stronghold


A solitary crimson-shrouded figure amongst a sea of pristine white and accents of black. The vision was almost reminiscent of a memory of the days of past. As a being conceived by war, it wasn't hard for outsiders to picture him as a chaotic man who liked nothing more than to strip his foes of their life in the most cruel and agonizing way possible.

They were wrong. Every single assumption borne of those cruel few were all horrendously incorrect. Dranok Lussk was not a man of cruelty and chaos. Even during his reign, he had been a wise and benevolent ruler. Benevolence the foundation he had preached. Perhaps that was why he was merely nothing to the Empire anymore. As of late, they'd even captured his home, his little kingdom forgotten to the dusty pages of history. Because of his need to keep the Sith race alive, even more of them were out here in the streets, dying for a cause that would never truly disappear from the galaxy. If only these Sith rulers had a mere speck of wisdom in their souls, then perhaps, peace and order would be restored.

Probably not. Oh well, it couldn't hurt to hope.

"Sir, area secure. Task Force Sigma has reported some instances of skirmishes, but they're under control." Commander Veya reported. "Cresh Company has also began establishing Anti-Air operations. Their projects are expected to be completed within ten minutes. Orders, sir?"

Before the Sith King could utter a reply to advance his troves of elite infantry into the city itself, a flicker of darkness caught his eye. Near the wall of an apartment complex, a black-clothed figure had dropped from apparently somewhere around the third floor of the building. It - no, he - was unarmored. If Darth Arcis hadn't been attuned to the Force and detected his presence mere moments prior to his actions, that was his first clue as to the man's affiliation.

"Hold position for the moment. Set up a sentry line, communications, and begin force recon."

"Yes, sir." Commander Veya scampered off the moment Darth Arcis began to stride towards his new guest, no doubt relaying the orders to other commands via helmet comlink.

As the King reached the man, sun-hued eyes sized him up. He smelled different, definitely not human. Of course there were lots of offshoots of humanity, but the Sith Lord couldn't place a finger on which one this man sensitive to the Force belonged to.

"I wasn't expecting guests." Arcis simply stated, straightening his already ramrod posture until he looked like even a Drill Sergeant might shed a tear at his sight. "Now what brings you here, brother?"

 

[Kad Tor]

Location: Cinnegar Streets
Objective: Aide brother-in-law in outnumbered fight
Allies: [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Briika Tor"], Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Luminara Rikanati"], [member="Alaki"], [member="Darth Vidar"], Sith

Kad Tor was acting as escort for the wounded in the battle and responsible for cover fire when a familiar voice came over the comm frequency. The beskarsmith quickly ordered another to take his place as he ran to the location which came across his HUD. His eye blinked as he switched to a privae frequency reserved for him and his vod'ika. Of course since Bastion that included Nolan and [member="Kable Detta"], as well as his cyar'ika, [member="Ralize Darkfeather"]. There was no way he would allow Briika to go in alone. Yes, her well being was Kable's responsibility, but Kad and Briika had lost their oldest vod'ika, and as such, they took care of each other.

< "I read you, and coming up on your location now. Nolan and Briika you're going to want to stay clear. P is for plenty coming right up." >

Kad rushed to the site and kept cover. Eyes scanned the location for a building or something that he could send crashing onto the Darjetti who were causing problems for Nolan. With his EE-3 Carbine strapped to his back, well secured by a sling, Kad went to work. There was a decent sized building near the conflict which should do the trick. The green armored Mando'ad attached enough explosive at the foundation of the building to send it crashing down on the Sith who threatened his brother in law. Clan Tor was small, and clan Detta rebuilding. Kad saw himself as both, and would defend both with his life. Taking cover once more, Kad pressed the detonator sending the building careening down on the enemy. If it didn't kill them if would at least serve as a distraction to buy Nolan even more time.

Clicking back to his comm he sent another message to Ral.

< "Ral, Nolan needs another Force User to back him up. And I want to see what that armor does for your shebs. If you can make it that would be helpful right about now. You've got my tracer frequency." >

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Location: Outside the City
Allies: Mantorok, Kymaero Vol
Enemies: Olivia Dem'adas
Objective: Destroy enemy tanks

Crippled as the walker was, there was little it could do to avoid the next volley of shots. Even if the machine had been structurally sound, the man in command of it was not, and he didn't even flinch as four of the Mandalorian tanks used Cyrus' AT-AW as target practice. The first volley of two blew the forward leg apart like so much scrap metal, pitching the machine into the dirt. The next group of shots aimed at the main body hit dead on. The thick armor, designed in the same manner as the ancient AT-AT, held up on the solid main section. Unfortunately the main gun and secondary batteries were not nearly so well protected, and in a stroke the machine was rendered effectively an unarmored hulk. To say nothing of the impact as the crippled vehicle was rocked by the shots, which left most of the crew wounded or otherwise incapacitated.

The AT-HK's, crewed by Sith regulars and lacking advanced countermeasures, were unable to keep their luck up. The first all but walked into a volley from the main guns of the enemy tanks and all but vanished. The second was hit by a pair of concussion missiles and collapsed into a ruined heap. The Hellhawk's, piloted by veteran Helldivers, fared somewhat better, suffering minor damage. Enough was enough for them, and as soon as they had visual confirmation that the walker with Cyrus was down they beat feet, intending to gather a search and rescue team for recovery some time when the tanks had moved on.

The least damaged of the two hit the afterburners towards HQ, while the second took off just far enough where it still had visual on the scene, but was well out of range of the enemy guns.

Cyrus himself was unaware of all this, since as he had lacked the presence of mind to buckle himself in when he'd forcibly taken control of the walker, he had been launched into the console in front of him and knocked out. He needed the rest anyway, it'd been a stressful day.

Spoiler

I'm out. I'll bring some cavalry tanks next time and we'll see how it goes then.

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Crumbling building
Objective: Survive
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] | [member="Darth Carach"] | [member="Darth Mierin"] | [member="Darth Helios"]
Enemies: Mandalorians



What manner of strength was given to Nepthtys by Darth Carach gave her the ability to stand, the bubble of protection she'd summon dissipating. Her heart thundered within her breast, roared in her ears. Warm liquid would drip from her nose, trailing a sanguine trail over her mouth and stained her teeth with that metallic tang. A find trembling took her, after her brothers and sister were able to strike at the Leviathan. However, it was clear that danger was still among them all.

The strike from the leviathan began to set in motion that which they would all need to flee from. Balance was precarious to her, and the petite sith's body would start to sway back and forth, having spent the bulk of her energy feeding Carach and shielding them all from the Leviathan's fire.

Her body would slump against [member="Darth Vornskr"], appearing more like a child than ever before, momentarily losing her balance. But she was determined enough to control her own ability to remain conscious.

Onii-san.

Would come the cry for her twin. Her strength. Her life. His face would flash over her eyes, as the roof would start to collapse.

All the while, a single thought went rushing telepathically from her mind, screaming at them all.


// RUN!!!!!!!!!!!!! //

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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 Carach"], [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, [member=Dralshy'a]

Music:
[media]https://soundcloud.com/metalbladerecords/cannibal-corpse-unleashing-the[/media]

Their combined efforts initially bore fruit, and from the heavens came down a retribution that rivaled one from a vengeful deity, and the city of Cinnegar was momentarily blanketed in a natural, yet unnatural, darkness and briefly illuminated by a myriad of lightning strikes that delivered destruction that could perhaps rival the devastation unleashed by the leviathan in mere moments. His concentration wavered for a split second as the beast let forth a ferocious roar that nearly deafened him, but only succeeded in leaving a horrible ringing in his ears that Vornskr suspected would last for hours after the fact. What came next nearly through the imposing Sith Lord to his feet, as the building swayed back and forth, and began to buckle inwards as the Leviathan let lose his own vengeance against those that had called down the storm upon his head.

Great cracks appeared in the permacrete beneath his feet, which soon gave way to mighty fissures that rent the roof asunder in moments. Vornskr stumbled around as chaos became his existence, and in the confusion of sound and sight, he felt a form smaller than his own collide into him. His hands quickly grabbed hold of the smaller individual, whom he quickly deduced to be Nephthys, and he began to sprint across the roof to escape the devastation that threatened to engulf them completely, spurred on by Neph's telepathic pleas for flight.

Swift as he was, he was burdened by Neph in his grip and the wounds he had received at the hands of Rave Merrill, and the roof collapsed around him before he could reach the edge. Thick sections of permacrete slammed into his body, sending him ragdolling over the edge and down onto the street below. Where it not for his soldier and Sith instincts, he may have been crushed and buried underneath the rubble that followed his plummet, but his senses were with him and he lunged out of immediate danger before he could be crushed.

When both himself and Neph were both out of harm's way for the time being, he quickly assessed his own wounds and those of Neph, and utilized the old art of temporarily healing one's wounds through the Dark Side of the Force he set to work fixing up Neph and himself.

 

[J3C0]

Location: Rooftops
Allies: [member="Darth Urak"], [member="Darth Atrace"], [member="Darth Helios"], [member="Darth Carach"] @Darth Nephtys, [member="Darth Vornskr"]
Enemies: [member="Jedediah Bagely"], [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"]

Mierin fell.

No, that was not right. Her legs tumbled out from beneath her, stretching themselves, and in that instance she lost control of the storm. The massive thundering massive above their heads began to lash out at the skies, lightning bolts screaming and lurching from the sky to strike all over the rooftops and streets of Cinnagar and the fighters in the sky. Power loosed itself uncontrollably, and the Sith Pureblood found she did not care.

As soon as she lost control, her body began to tumble. It was a slow fall, the roof collapsing beneath her was not instant. Her heart lurched however, and so did her body. The force pressed against a massive piece of the roof below her, and Mierin was sent soaring into the sky. She flew through the air for only a second, landing on the edge of the roof top with a loud crunch.

She hissed, there was no other word for it. Pain lanced through her side as bones crunched and broke. Ribs splintered in her side, bone sticking into her flesh. Her eyes snapped shut for a moment, but then seconds later she pushed herself up.

Her power in the force spiked as the pain pressed through her, and in an impressive feat of acrobatics Mierin flipped herself up and onto the roof, landing on one knee and immediately turning to face [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"].

She saw the woman move to strike one of the Sith that had aided her, and immediately she raised her arm. Pyrrha was distracted, holding one Sith in place and keeping her attentions on a second. The cybernetic hand slammed closed then jerked up, in an instant Mierin struck, invisible chains of the force moving to bind around Pyrrha'a throat and instantly constricting to send her up, and then slamming into the ground.

It would be as if she was picked up by her neck, and then was thrown against the ground with enough force to break bones.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Location: Rooftops of Cinnagar
​Enemy: [member="Bane Rade"]
Allies: [member="Pandora Liline"]
Objective: Backup!

Though Javik Did not fight all the time his previous battle left him down and out, the Mando had fled and fought someone else. Looking around Javik recieved Orders to give [member="Pandora Liline"] backup. Javik wrapped his two Amphistaffs around his arms and started climbing to the location sent. Javiks 9'8ft Body looked odd climbing down buildings, his 6 arms looks odd aswell but gave him excellent grip and his wing like features gripped well too. He was made for picking up Heavy Objects and Digging, Climbing was a second nature to him. Drawing closer Javik drew his Chintin Carbine armed with Thud bugs. Sliding down the side of a building and Aiming at the charging attack Javik Fired 5 rounds of Thud bugs at [member="Bane Rade"].

If sucessful Bane would be hurting, Thud bug hits were comparable to being hit with Speedy heavy stones. Bone Breaking.

(( OOC: Just a Note I do not have and Lightsabers on me in this Invasion, Only got Vong Weapons))

 

[Atrace]

Location: rooftops
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Mandos
Objective: kill the jedi

Atrace fell to the ground gasping for air, he saw his life flash before his eyes he was almost certain the jedi would kill him and he would've been right if backup didn't come. He stood up, looking around he saw a lens flare "seems the mandalorian sniper is back .' he saw the muzzle of the mandaloians rifle, he used force telekenesis to alter the bullets course away from his brother and himself.

Atrace gripped his saber tightly, he was mad, mad at himself, mad at the jedi, he was angry, he felt the power of the darkside of the force flow through him. He looked directly into the dark jedi's eyes "im going to cut you up limb by limb for what you did to me." Using [member="Darth Mierin"] force attack to his advantage he ran at the jedi saber in hand, he slashed at her torso and head doing all he could to kill this jedi and fuel his rage.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Location: Cinnegar Streets
Allies: One Sith - @[member="Darth Arcis"] @[member="Luminara Rikanati"] @[member="Alaki"] @[member="Ferian Adair"] @[member="Darth Urak"] @[member="Darth Atrace"] @[member="Darth Acarus"] @[member="Smeg"] @[member="Darth Ares"] @[member="Darth Junra"] @[member="Eikrie Daom"] @[member="Darth_Morgoth"] @[member="Melakoth Tyrin"]
Enemies: Mandalorians - @[member="Kad Tor"] @[member="Briika Tor"] @[member="Nolan Detta"] @[member="Ralize Darkfeather"]
Objective: Slaughter Mandalorians with extreme prejudice. Let none survive.

Darth Vidar savoured the moment. A thin lipped smile grew across his cheeks in pure delectation. His aim had struck true, the spear of pure Dark cosmic energies had thrust itself into the abdomen of Nolan. For a moment he thought himself victorious, but could see and feel the presence of a Force Rage. Darth Vidar had experienced this himself, in his previous life. His headtresses had been cleaved from his scalp by the New Order, and they dismembered his left hand. Maimed and alone, the Exotic Weapons Master was still capable of neutralising a Sith Knight, and fatally injuring the other. He knew how unforgiving a Force Rage could be.

The Massassi now numbering in only four converged on their Master, pikes and spears thrusted outwards to keep Nolan at bay, their heavy cloaks dragging against the pavement. Blood smeared their bodies from the recent corpses of Mandalorian troopers. Their loyalty to the Sith Purebloods was undying, and even more to the Sith Lords. They would protect Darth Vidar, even if it mean't their own demise. It was the highest honour among the brainwashed Massassi to die in the defence of their Master, and Vidar had exactly those plans in mind. He cherished their willpower, loyalty and skill but he had only just come back from the realms of the dead. He refused to return anytime soon.

The presence of others turned Darth Vidar's attention, and that of the Massassi. He squinted his eyes, watching the movements of the Mandalorian. He saw her detach a set of grenades, lurching her arm back and hurling it towards him. He didn't consider for a moment they were ForceBreakers, but assumed them to be dangerous. Any tiny orb launched at a foe was to be taken with extreme caution. He held out his hands, feeding the cosmic energies around the series of durasteel alloy balls. He forced them to change direction, launching them far down the street where they would harmlessly land and expel their gas.

Darth Vidar made no move to retrieve his weapons. He still felt profound confidence in his abilities to fend off against his foes. The playing field was evening out nonetheless. The shotgun fired, the Massassi hissed and shrieked in agony. Three of their four crumpled onto the ground, having taken the rounds in place of Vidar. They had fulfilled their life goal, to serve and die by the side of their Master. Vidar raised his right palm high, the energy of the Dark Side swirled around his palm. He began to shape with the power of the Force an invisible spear of pure dark side energies. The Mandalorian would quite literally never see it coming. He thrust the Darkshear spear out of his hand, aiming to impale Briika.

He wasted no time in walking backwards, keeping his distance from the Mandalorians. His Darkshear abilities would prove largely ineffective against Force Users, but against those who couldn't defend themselves against the cosmic energies, let alone that which they couldn't see; it was his greatest strength. He craned his neck when a bombardment of explosives roared down the street. A large building began to pancake down, and time was of the essence. He had little time. A building that big could take out an entire street, there was no hope of surviving for those who remain on the street, given they didn't find cover in time. Sith and Mandalorian alike would become ketchup sauce on the street.

Darth Vidar turned and fled, empowered by his frantic desire to survive. His speed defied common sense, enhanced by the powers of the Dark Side. Beads of sweat drooled down his forehead and dripped from his chin as the powerful Sith Pureblood dove through the doors of an opposing building. He hoped to find cover within, but there was little chance of that. The street was about to be rocked with devastation. He let out a mental roar into the Force, alerting those nearby know he was in danger.

 

[Darth Imperatus]

LOCATION: In the air for about 10 seconds, then rooftops, then streets
ALLIES: [member="Luminara Rikanati"] Alaki
ENEMIES: @Kad Tor @Briika Tor @Nolan Detta @Ralize Darkfeather
FRENEMIES: [member=Darth Vidar]
OBJECTIVE: Save Hasjo. Wait, what???

The missile streaked upwards through the air, a trail of orange flame and black smoke arching up from the ground where it had been fired by a personal rocket launcher. The Mandalorians did love their gadgets, and while their weapons were often primitive, they were certainly effective.

"I can't shake 'em!" yelled the pilot desperately, throwing his joystick out to the right in a desperate attempt to save the shuttle. A warning klaxon, accompanied by a pulsing red light, informed him that his efforts had proved fruitless once more.

"I suggest you try harder." growled Melkaroth Tyrin, the shuttle's only non-expendable passenger who, conveniently enough, had already lost most of his important organs and therefore had the least to lose if the pilot failed.

"I can't! Yelled the pilot in an understandably exasperated tone which under different circumstances might have earned him a very swift end to his career and a few other things besides. Still, Melkaroth wasn't too bothered at present. He was probably going to die anyway--he did not, after all, have a metal body. "We're going to blow!"

This proved to be a fairly accurate assessment, as a moment later the ship was engulfed in flame as an ear splitting explosion tore through the air, sending the occupants of the shuttle sprawling. It took a moment for Melkaroth to come to his senses, but when he did he quickly realized that the shuttle's course no longer seemed to be very horizontal. This wasn't going to be a good day for the expendable ones.

Melkaroth felt himself sliding down towards the cockpit and quickly grabbed onto a clump of wires that was hanging out of what was now the shuttle's roof. Almost instantly, one of them snapped. The full durasteel bodysuit probably had something to do with that. Melkaroth looked out of the gaping hole that had been torn in the side of the vehicle to see the ground rushing up to meet them, with a large collection of towering buildings considerably closer. Another wire snapped, and Melkaroth felt himself beginning to slide. Time for a new course of action. He probably wouldn't survive the impact any better than the pilot or stormtroopers anyway. One, two, three. Melkaroth swung himself outwards, using the full strength of his cybernetic arm. A moment later, his durasteel feet struck the roof of a building with a great clang that was entirely drowned out by the sound of the shuttle getting much more intimate with the side of another building than it ever wanted to be.

Looking over the edge of the roof, Melkaroth saw that below him a group of Sith were fighting several Mandalorians. Without any hesitation he jumped off the building, activated one blade of his saber in mid-air and struck the ground with an explosion of dust.

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Location: Cinnegar Streets
Objective:Find the Sith known as Darth Vidar
Allies: , [member="Darth Vidar"], Sith
Enemies: madalorians

It had been a year since the Sith Pureblood had awakened from his icy slumber. He was dressed in the traditional robes of a Sith chief, always ready for battle. He held his head high as he left the ship that was dropping him off. He smiled as it flew off leaving him in the battle. He hadnt seen much fighting since his awakening but his blood was pumping for a fight. Looking around he took off in the direction of the sounds of battle.

He stopped and let the energy of the force enter him, sensing the surrounding area for the Pureblood who he was told was to be found here. He grinned when he heard the roar in the force. Only a Pureblood could hit that level of resonance he thought.

Taking off he brandished his blade and followed the trail of energy. He followed it into a street and looking around he saw a building that seemed to be emmenating this signal. He rushed in hoping to find Darth Vidar

 

[Ralize Darkfeather]

Location: Cinnegar Streets
Objective: Give Nolan some Force-y back-up
Allies: [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Kad Tor"], Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Luminara Rikanati"], [member="Alaki"], [member="Melakoth Tyrin"], Sith
Soundtrack: Drowning Pool “Bodies”


Moving from rooftop to rooftop in the middle of a war-torn city was an epic task in and of itself. Doing it in full beskar’gam when it wasn’t your forte to begin with was another matter entirely. But she was a warrior in her own right, like the rest of her vod, and willing to do what was needed of her no matter how insurmountable a task it seemed.

Ralize was crouched behind a chunk of fallen masonry, trying not to think entirely too hard on where it had come from to begin with, considering the lack of masonry on the particular rooftop she was on. But the war was raging unchecked throughout the city...there were Sith everywhere, and powerful ones to boot, that pressed up against her senses like so many nails caressing the length of a chalkboard. Some few klicks away on another rooftop, she could barely make out the sight of an epic battle involving a gargantuan creature she couldn’t even put a name to.

Nimble fingers readied her Deece as the com chatter told her the squad she was playing overlook for was finally down below. None of them were vod she had met before landing on Empress Teta, but there were so many Mandalorians converging on the world in an effort to take it that she wasn’t surprised by that. They were nothing if not efficient, she noticed as she took position and scanned the street and the rooftops nearby. Trained, methodical movements and little chatter over their shared comm line marked them as a squad who’d been together a decent amount of time.

They made it through her line of sight and rounded a turn into the field of another one of her vod, it left her free to move to her next position. Her comm crackled to life and Kad’s voice echoed in her helmet.

< "Ral, Nolan needs another Force User to back him up. And I want to see what that armor does for your shebs. If you can make it that would be helpful right about now. You've got my tracer frequency." >

< “Middle of a war and it’s my shebs you’re concerned with? On my way.” > she grinned as she responded, before clicking over to the squad’s frequency. She was leaving the rooftops and they’d need to know to change their tactics appropriately.

Ralize blinked, changing the display of her HUD over to the tracer screen, and calling up Kad’s frequency as she moved to the edge of the roof. Mercifully, he and the others were close – if Nolan needed Force back-up, there was no telling what kind of state he was in. Recalling what had happened on Bastion made her chest tighten as her boots hit the street after a short drop from the end of the emergency escape ladder.

It wasn’t a moment too soon, either, as a storm of epic proportions broke open across the skies above, sending lightning crashing down throughout the city. Energy screeched across her senses and nearly drove her to her knees as she bolted down an alleyway, fingers checking her weapons. Her Deec e was slung across her back and secured, a pair of Dissuaders secured in holsters on one thigh, and clasped to the other thigh, a lightsaber hilt.

Lightning danced through the sky and sent showers of debris falling in every direction as she came out of the alley in time to watch one building collapse up the street, while another still took a well-controlled collapse towards the women standing on the other side of Nolan. Her HUD flickered with information that she barely noted as she skidded to a halt near Nolan, watching one Sith disappear beneath the falling building but not before unleashing an attack on Briika. Thankfully the woman was wearing a nutrient frame and an ysalamir that would prevent any Force attack from reaching her.

Ralize did not turn to seek out Kad, she could not afford the distraction - it was enough that he was close. Ignoring the comm in favor of using the Force, she gently messaged Nolan through the maelstrom of rage she sensed him drawing on for strength. //Right behind you, Nolan...watch yourself, vod’ika...gedet’ye...// she sent telepathically, along with a rush of energy, before her head turned to find the sight of another Sith coming off of a rooftop and landing nearby.

The young Mando turned to face him, her brilliant emerald green saber hissing to life at the sight of his brandished blade. The Force-fed storm still raged overhead and didn’t seem to be dissipating anytime soon, as energy coursed through the sky and struck along the streets at random. Though her senses were open and she was mindful of it, she and Nolan both had the more immediate concerns of the Sith arrayed against them.

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Location: War Droid with [member="Azrael"]
Squad: [member="Neskar A'toll"] | [member="Azrael"] | [member="Navio"]
Enemies: The Leviathan: [member="Dralshy'a"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Darth Vindica"] [member="Lieutenant Kir"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Ordo"]
Objective: Ignore the Cat Calling Sith and protect

Taking a deep breath the young witch did her best to calm herself as she listen to the Sith call to her. They wanted her to come out and play which she did want to do. The young woman was itching to play. She however knew better and as such stood her ground. Azrael needed her by his side and leaving would do nothing but interrupt this little discussion and cause him to worry. She couldn't do that to him and as such would stick by his side.

In her mind, this was a test to see if she could follow orders. She needed to stay with the squad and plus this could be a trap. What if Ordo snapped and lightning Azrael or something? She could also get ganged up on herself. There were so many possibilities so she would not take that chance. She would stay here and listen. Perhaps she would learn something.

Whilst she had stopped firing at the Sith for the moment that didn't mean they didn't stop coming towards or after her. It was frustrating when they were trying to end it while the Sith kept coming after them. It made any sort of negotiations tough which honestly didn't surprise her. In her experience the Sith did not negotiate.

As she was under the wing for protection she didn't notice that the royal guard had his laser set on her. She hadn't been looking that way until it was a little to late to do much but turn so it hit her forearm instead of her chest. Bitting her lip hard as she was shot she turned her attention to @ Lieutenant Kir . Grabbing the rifle with the good hand she aimed for him and shot. She was going to protect them. They were not going to get away with blindly shooting at them. Azrael would do the talking and she would do her best to protect them.

 

[Arturious Engel]

Location: Hyperspace
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians



Arturious stood on the Bridge looking out into nowhere in particular. He spaced back and forth until the communications officer spoke up to the Captain.

"Sir we have a priority incoming transmission from Empress Teta."

The Captain order the message put through here a distress call from troops on the ground. It seems the One Sith forces were taking heavier loses than they had expected to on Teta. Turning to Arturious the Captain gave a questioning look knowing their destination was not Teta but serving in a different cause. Arturious frowned addressing the Captain.

"Captain our fastest course to Empress Teta let me know when we are getting ready to exit hyper."

Turning towards the turbo lift Arturious did not wait for an answer instead heading towards the quarters of the BN of Troopers on the ship. When he arrived the Troopers all snapped to attention with the CO making his way to the front.

"Colonel get your men prepped and ready for war." "We have received a distress call from Empress Teta." "We have Sith and troops dead or dieing." "The Captain is diverting course now." "We will be exiting Hyper in a contested system and landing in a hot zone."

Arturious paused letting his words sink in before continuing.

"Our primary objective is emergency evacuation of wounded." "Secondary objective is search and destroy." "If it is not One Sith then engage at will."