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

[member="Azrael"]

Ordo shook his head and looked down.

"The Mirror seems to be too harsh of a mistress for the both of us, ner vod." He said, "very well, if it must be."

He lifted heavy hands mind filled with the dead he had hoped to avoid. Thoughts of [member="Rianna Ordo"] and the children at the front of his tortured mind. His wrist touched and he looked through the broken visor of his buy'ce.

"But you are taking me to the death you yourselves brought to this world."

He stood waiting for his Vod to take him away.
 
Location: Rooftops
Enemies: [member="Darth Urak"], [member="Darth Atrace"], [member="Darth Helios"] [member="Darth Mierin"],
Allies: [member="Jedediah Bagely"],
Music Selection: Courtesy Call - Thousand Foot Krutch

I was on the verge of bringing both of the men down. When I could feel a sudden constriction on my neck. Unguarded, I had let my concentration rest solely on the two apprentices. (Pyrrha thinks you two are apprentices from an IC stance) not to have noticed the Master who I had tried to attack earlier, only to have her pick me up, and throw me back down.

I slammed the ground hard. Cracking the roofing beneath me. And in that instant I knew what to do. I would not have to fight to win, but fight to survive. I was on my back and looking up as the released Sith apprentice. My off hand pressed on the roof beneath me, I then fell through the roof. Using a force push on the already twice cracked surface, it was fragile and likely to break anyways.

Somewhat escaping from the three Sith, I landed hard on my knees. Likely to be bruised later on, I powered through the pain to stand up. In that time, I gathered the force around me. In an enclosed space, filled with the force, I let it explode from my body in every direction in a blast much like a bomb. Exploding in all direcions. With the two apprentices above me, and mostlikely thinking I was retreating. Instead I was fighting back.

The room I was once in, is no longer existent. Blown up all sky high in every direction. The rooms over were blown to bits. I had a wide berth of about 7 meters in diameter in the response of the blast. Standing in the center, sweating profusely, was I. Already prepping myself for another attack by my body having a silvery-blue aura that swirled around. A force barrier around myself. Ready for the next strikes at me.

"Mando'ade, requesting backup. I repeat, requesing backup against three Sith. Master and two acolytes." speaking loud enough that they could probably hear me, but like they would care. They would believe that by killing me fast enough that the backup will be out numbered as well.

But I would continue to fight. Even if the storm above was becoming rogue and going against anyone, while I was on a lower level, it would be likely that I would not be struck, but I had another idea. One that could get me killed.
 

Urak

Umbra Bellator|Sith Assassin
Location: Rooftops
Enemies: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] / Mandos
Allies: [member="Darth Atrace"] / [member="Darth Mierin"]
Objective: Defeat Nikkita

When the smoke cleared Urak, was in the rubble of the destroyed room, the reason he and Atrace and Mierin were alive was because of a force-shield of his own he used. Though only minor injuries like cuts and bruises were given, he was surprised by the explosion the Dark Jedi was able to do.

He knew the retaliation of the sith had just begun, and the enemies would soon meet a dire end. Urak, now with his allies here to distract the enemies, could move on to his next tactic. Stealth.

Urak moved to the back where the shadows started from all the broken parts of housetops there were, and then vanished in the view with Force Stealth. He also used his training in the ways of shadow to remove his presence in the force by a bit, although not completely, it was good enough to confuse the enemy where he was unless he/she was constantly focusing on his presence the entire time.

Urak's lightsabers also de-activated (for stealth purposes), but he had other weapons aswell, so he did not need to rely on Lightsabers as much.

He watched in the shadows, viewing his target, and waiting for someone to make a move.
 
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"]

The man came at her with axe, it hit her in the arm. The blow was so powerful, it sent her flying to and across the floor. Though did not penetrate her armour, the blow still manged to make her bleed a bit. She looked up and saw the blow had moved her nearly out of the bubble. She pushed her self back a bit, then used the force to pick herself up. She then stood in position again, this time she opened fire on him. Full blast with wrist blaster, she was aiming at his axe.

Then she saw Darth Ordo giving himself up in the background, this took a bit fight out of her. She wanted to stop him, they would kill her friend and her lord and master. She new this, and could bear it.
 
Mya lurked always, the silent clad warrior that tailed Ordo, that followed his fight. She fed off thew despair that came when Gilamar fell. Mandalorians were fearless, but they felt the death of their beloved. Now she watched silently her anger rising ten fold as the mandalorians refused to bow. She wanted to feel their fear, she wanted to feed off it. The had to be destroyed, broken down before they could be reborn.

And [member="Ordo"] ruined it all.

For the first time since the battle started. Mya drew her weapon, a blaster from her hip and point it at Ordo. The Dark Lord was not in control, she could not allow his vision to fail, she could not allow him to become trapped while the mandalorians secured Ordo in cell on Myrkr.

"Existence is fleeting."

The words preceded to screaming bolts, aiming for the base of Ordo's neck. She reach up and tugged her helmet from her head, amber eyes settling on [member="Azrael"] .

"Time for you to leave, mando'ade." she said coldly.
 

Ferian Adair

Guest
F
Location: Residential Area, Cinnagar, Empress Teta
Allies: [member="Darth Arcis"] | One Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians
Objective: Operation 'Stronghold'

He regarded the Sith that stood before him, only four inches less his own full height, skin as red as the one that made demands of him to be called 'master'. This one felt different in a more familiar way, and smelled of better. His nostrils flared, and compressed.

"The same as you, I would imagine," he replied, twisting around and glancing over his shoulder towards the bulk of the battle, "assuring that our hold on this world is maintained..."

The ancient flicked glacial eyes back to the red-skinned one, torso untwisting to face him fully, ears listening to the bustle of activity from the troops, a background to discourse.

"...as our 'brethren' continue to work to drive the sons and daughters of Mandalore back to the land from whence they came."

He blinked, glancing this way and that to the places the multitude of white armour had went.

"Your stormtroopers are efficient," he said, in slight compliment, "a testament to ages long past."
 

Sawa Ike

The Dark Matriarch Darth Shōjō
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: [member="Anastasia Rade"]

Sawa continued to watch the mandalorian and she was getting interesting. Ignoring her but going after the commander as Sawa moved to the side and let him go to work. Her hands searching while she looked for something to throw at the woman's face. Didn't need the force when your body was naturally stronger and faster then a humans as she picked up a rock. The jagged edges biting into her hand while she turned it over slowly before winding her arm back and locking silvery eyes on the woman. She threw the rock forward with her own enhanced strength giving it the momentum and force needed to try and smash into her face. "Bring me some grenades." She looked at some of the soldiers as they started getting grenades out, sticky was what she wanted as one of the masters suggested sticky grenades for the lizards tubes. "And prep the soldiers we are bringing in more men, I want them surrounded and ready to be fired upon." Another nod of heads and the soldiers went to work getting men, getting vong, getting massassi and sithspawn while Sawa waited to see if her rock connected before she threw a second and a third this time with a gas and stick grenade to force her out of her hld.
 
Location: On a roof
Objective: Feth this, feth that and kark you.
Allies: The One Sith, the Hrosha-Gul, [member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, Pink Hair Girl

Building started collapsing, ain’t nobody liking these odds, I broke away concentration from the Storm. It flew out of control as expected, but the lizard was KO for now and in the end we could go on and blame this on the Mandos later on. So only good publicity if you ask me, I started running; trying to escape the clutches of the rocks crashing all around them.

One rock hit me full in the side as I was almost on ground level, broke several ribs and as I smashed against the wall I could feel another bone breaking in my left arm. Good thing I was a mentalist, my brain was still fine, with the capitalization on ‘still’.

With some difficulty I was able to get up and admired the view. Mierin was engaging some girl with pink hair, I didn’t think, I just acted thusly: lashing out with my mind against the girl, while channeling through my Sith Amulet.
 
LOCATION: Atmosphere/roofs
ALLIES: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] , mandos
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Urak"] , [member="Darth Atrace"] , [member="Darth Mierin"] , One Sith
OBJECTIVE: Lend support to vod

Medical frigates dropped from the skies, many with reinforcements. Sitting in the bay strapped into a hasty retrofitted seat lining the walls among several squads of mandos Atin rested with eyes closed. On the exterior the black beskar armor with red highlights bristled with weapons. E-11 on chest, DC-17s on either thigh, flechette in right shoulder holster, slugthrower with acid filled ammo in left shoulder holster. Enough ordinance to destroy several blocks in his kama, beskad in sheath along left side of calf (from knee to ankle), and his lightsaber hilt at the small of his back.

The ship shuddered from external forces, quick entry into a planet's atmosphere combined with the raging force storm. Flickers of unease was felt through his connection in the force. But Atin didn't need the information as he heard the muted gasps of more then one vod upchucking into their buy'ce. A small tilt of the corner of mouth as his HUD accessed the forward view of the ship's course.

A side wind from the storm hit the ship with enough force to drop it hundreds of meters before the pilot arrested the fall just enough to manage a very hard landing rather then a crash. Sometimes a crash is a hard landing. The ramp opened and the mandos hit the release on their restraints. Boots hit the ramp with a thud as the moved out of the ship quickly. Jumping from the ramp he hit the roof and staggered as a bolt of lightning hit several meters away.

Dropping to his knee he unclipped his E-11 blaster and opened the folding stock bracing it against his shoulder. The scope was linked to his HUD and so Atin was able to aim at the roof across the street and opened fire on hostiles who were targeting the mandos while moving forward, his eyes taking in the four overlapping views on his display. Scope, forward, rear, and the transport views were flashing across the inside of his helmet. or anyone else the view would be distracting, dizzying, nauseating. But for mandos, this was their way of life.

Stopping by a fallen mando'ad he accessed his vod looking for vitals. None found. A hand reached out and removed the tally, the ID chip, of who this fallen was. His communicator picked up a distress call and as he turned to where the signal originated he watched several individuals disappear as the roof fell in. Rising he ran across the roofs leaping from block to block as he battled the storm and returning enemy fire. As he neared the opening in the roof he felt the force swirl below, a swirling storm of energy that nearly matched the power of the storm that raged above.

Touching the force and pulling it to himself he reached down with his left hand and pulled the beskad from it's sheath while bracing the E-11 with his right. Then he dropped from above.

Falling straight for [member="Darth Mierin"] Atin lead with an overhead strike with his left at the sith's head. His heavy combat boots with the built in rockets followed his strike down while his right arm traced a line of blaster fire to where the second sith was [member="Darth Carach"]. His sense of danger was resonating in him as he felt another sith presence but could not locate the source.
 
[member="Mya Munro"] [member="Azrael"] @EVERYONE.

Arms outstretched he waited. He could feel her, he knew what she must think. How could she not, she was his creation, his daughter, she held more of him than most in her poor divided mind. She knew what he would do in her shoes, she knew what his sister would do. He closed his eyes as the storm raged, He would have peace, in this life or the next. That's what he had said, now he wondered if that would be true. The Manda he knew wouldn't take him, not after Mia and Gil. The Force care for nothing but itself. Chaos perhaps? That was Anaya's wish. He thought about the people he had taken into his life, the children that had needed a father, the people who needed a brother and friend. The lives he saved and took. What was left for him? A life with Rianna...He had wanted that more than anything. Quiet, peaceful, solitary, without the sorrow and pain he had spent his life embraced with. Just the two of them, enjoying each other as husband and wife for a time.

He took a step arms out, wrist together, almost hearing the echo of his beskar boot as it struck the permacrete roof. He never heard the shots, the flash though seemed to fill him. Surprisingly there was little pain, there was heat, then the feeling of warmth filling his body as muscles went limp. He managed a gasp, the sharp intake of breath, but whether surprise or relief is hard to say. His knees bent against their will as he felt himself fall. His knees hit the ground hard as thunder rumbled again and he pitched forward onto the ground. The man was done fighting today.
 
Location: Cinnagar
Allies: [member="Darth Vidar"] [member="Luminara Rikanati"]
Enemies: [member="Ralize Darkfeather"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Nolan Detta"]

Yes! The blue skinned teenager excitedly clapped her hands as the detonators went off, along with the grenade attached to the Mandalorian's jetpack. The powerful spear of the unknown Sith Master who had just arrived only ensured the success... or not? Hoping to see the mutilated body of her enemy, the blue skinned Padawan briefly turned her gaze away from the exploding Mando, smirking at the albino Twi'lek as she did so, before looking back at what should have been a corpse. Instead of bloody bits and pieces of the enemy, she found a very living Mandalorian who showed little to no signs of being blown by six thermal detonators. The look of disbelief and shock that appeared on the young Chiss' face clearly displayed her emotions. If this amount of punishment was not enough to take down one man... what chance did they have against more? Slowly shaking her head in denial, her gaze fixed at the indestructible Mandalorian. Despite her limited training, she could sense the strong emotions radiating from under the armor. Much to her unpleasant surprise, he returned her gaze, focusing all his hate and anger right at her. Why did he hate her the most of all people? The teenager's knees shook as he suddenly launched himself at her, helping his speed with whatever remained of his jetpack. Luckily for her, she was the one furtherst away from him, giving the others the chance to react.

Wielding two weapons at the same time, one of them being a blaster shotgun, most of the Mandalorian's shots missed wildly, the poor accuracy, only supported by the fact the weapon was a pump-action shotgun, thus required both hands to be fired more than once. As a result, only one shot has been fired towards the teen. Her hands flicked, bringing the lightsaber up and in way of one incoming blaster bolt, a well practiced move of Shien sending the deadly projectile back at the man. She still had to deal with the blade, but upon seeing the man barely lived, more like a corpse attached to an engine, the Padawan felt a sudden boost of confidence.

Upon seeing her savior, Luminara, pushing the man from his intended path, Alaki came up with an idea of her own. To put him out of his misery, once and for all, the blue skinned teenager sidestepped to the side, lifted her left hand and tried to telekinetically grab the man's head and violently jerk it backwards. The jetpack still pushed him forward, meaning this would effectively break his neck. On the other hand, if the device on his back ran out of fuel or succumbed to the damage and he found himself utterly tossed away by Luminara's push, Alaki's attack would only support the telekinetic strike of the albino Twi'lek. Whatever the case, he no longer posed much danger.

More Mandalorians made their way to the area, unfortunately. The Sith Master appeared to be handling the situationvery well, tossing away the Force breaking gas grenades. Using that moment to move, the Jedi Padawan quickly jumped backwards, launching herself away from the battlefield and gaining much more distance between herself and the newcomers. She waved her baby blue lightsaber for the Mandalorians to see. "Don't shoot! I am a Jedi, can't you see?!" she yelled at the group, hoping to confuse them a bit. It would be pretty much impossible for them to tell whether she lied or not, unless they witnessed the fight that had just taken place. Luckily, that move also saved her from being crushed by the falling building, which now only threatened Nolan. The dust and rubble flying all around made it extremely had to see, thus Alaki let the Force guide her. She felt some presences around, those who reeked of hate, but not the refined hate of the Sith. So many enemies! The Sith were outnumbered.

Finding herself overcome by panic, the teenage Chiss slumped towards the ground, on her knees, and pushed herself against a nice mound of rubble. Scared, the Padawan silently let out several choked cries while she tried to connect with the Force as much as possible and draw some power, be it from Light Side or Dark Side.
 
Location: Frigate Crash Site

Allies: [member="Ralize Darkfeather"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Briika Tor"]

Enemies: [member="Alaki"] / Luminara ??? / @Darth Vidor

Obj: Survive/ Kill Sith

Nolan felt the presence of his allies draw near as Bri, Kad and Rali joined his side. He'd been blasted again to no avail at the anchoring of his Force Rage. After his gun was yanked from his hands he felt his head being pushed back, he felt his helmet meet the top of his pack and snapped it off its clasps. Altering his swing at the Chiss Padawan, leaning the blade slightly off a vertical axis to come down on the young woman's clavicle. The storm above decided to at the moment of Nolan's attack, to strike the ground between Nolan and the Twi'lek and off to the side of Kad and the spear thrower Sith. This created an ominous aura around the scene that made the Mandalorians menacing armor even more so, while Nolan's now shredded armor had exposed skin where his Force Aura escaped and acted as a conduit through his body for the lightning to travel to the best conductor on his person, the Beskad.

Nolan would look like Thor, the thunder god as he swung his blade down upon the woman, while the crushgaunts clamped down on the hilt of the blade, steeling it to his grasp. Nolan's Rage was empowered through his pain, his vision went cometely Red even as Rali assured him of her presence. Every muscle pulsed from the mass amounts of Force Lightning now arching throughout his body. He was now a six and a half foot pillar of lightning with a blade full of the electrifying substance now coming down towards the Chiss woman....until the busing collapsed around them. He felt the ground shake under his feet, bringing him to his knees, but his blade continued to the ground. Setting off the charge of electricity into the ground and up through the mass of rubble to the building above. Like and explosion of lightning, the crumbling building would light up like holiday lights of pure white and purple...

The building crashed around Nolan as he faded to black, the last thought he had before the Rage and Darkness surrounded his mind was a thought of gratitude to Rali. The area he was burried under shattered on top of him. He saw nothing, felt only pain from his injuries. The lightning had cauterized a few of his wounds but he still bled from everywhere.
 
Location: In orbit, approaching Cinnegar Streets
Objective: Aide brother in outnumbered fight
Allies: Nolan Detta, [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Kad Tor"] Mandalorians
Enemies: Luminara Rikanati, Alaki, Darth Vidar, Sith

Throughout the battle, Kable's duties as a Ralley Master had kept him in orbit at the command table. But once the call for back-up came over his private frequency reserved for his family, he excused himself from the bridge and rushed to the hanger where he fired up a light fighter. His jetpack wouldn't allow him to fit in the pilot seat, so he stowed it in the small cargo compartment screamed out of the hanger and throttled his way planet-side.


He plotted a course which would get him to his family the quickest, but that meant he had to punch right through the Force storm. Now normally, a smart person would try to go around the storm, but Kable, while he isn't dumb, is a Detta, and recklessness tends to be running trait in the family.
He open the private frequency to his family <This is Kable, I'm coming>
He punched the throttle all the way forward and rocketed into the black clouds.

Once the ship hit the clouds, the sensors went haywire and the ship rocked violently. Kable wasn't sure if he was on course or not, but he remained a firm grasp on the yoke.
Kable wasn't sure if it was seconds or minutes, but everything stopped in an eerie calm. The good news was he punched through the storm, the bad news, his engines were destroyed and the ship began it's free fall.

Kable released the jettison lever to launch himself out of the wreckage. The pilots chair had a built in repulsors, so he should be able to make it to ground safely. But nothing happened!
He yanked on the lever again, and still he remained strapped to the wreckage as it plummeted to the surface.
He quickly began to release his restraints and manage to free himself from the chair. Then he did the only he could do. He jumped out of the ship..

He was free falling surrounded by debris. Well, this wasn't how he hoped everything would go. His thoughts began to turn to his family. Then he angrily shook his head. It wasn't his time yet, he wasn't about to give up yet.
Yes, the stubborn Detta seemed to think there was a way out of this predicament. But that was the Detta way!

He looked around at the falling debris, which now included himself, when a glint caught his eye. Light had reflected of a metal surface. A familier metal surface. It was his jetpack! He couldn't help but grin to himself. Clumsily he guided himself to the falling lifeline and grabbed the jetpack and hurriedly began to strap it on.

Unbeknownst to Kable, during the turmoil of the storm, he had somehow managed to stay on course, so his beloved family below could easily see the turmoil overhead. But at the moment, Kable was preoccupied with his jetpack.

The pack was finally strapped securely on his back, but he was just under 1000ft from impact.
He oriented himself so that his feet were pointed at the ground and activated the jets at full power. His decent slowed, slowly as the ground continued to rush up and meet him. Gradually his decent slowed to a survivable pace and his feet touched down on the surface.

Relief swept over him. He was just about to let out a triumphant whoop!, when he looked up and saw his wife standing right before him. Mandalorian armor had a knack for hiding ones facial expression. But her body language more than showed that Kable was in the dog house.
He shrugged, he was already in trouble, might as well enjoy what he could. He spoke through family shared frequency. <Detta on Board>
 

Mantorok

Guest
M
LOCATION: Walker Town
ENEMIES: Mandalorians, [member="Sherruk Fett"]
ALLIES: One Sith
OBJECTIVE: Do the hustle.

The Mandalorian had forgotten Mantorok's armour. The Beskar knife panged against the Vonduun Skerr Kyrric, Stabbing into the organic creature and piercing only a few millimetres before coming to a stop. The raging Chistori growled slightly, and then squeezed his hand. The Amphistaff that he had carried there quickly went from a rigid form to something far more lithe and serpent like.

Mantorok let go of the Amphistaff, allowing it to slither from his hand and jump towards Sherruk's throat. The Amphistaff would strangle him.

At the same time the Chistori reached out and grasped Sherruk's hand, attempting to use his massive clawed appendages to grab the man's wrist and hold him in place, though there was a chance that the Mandalorian could roll off and away from him to dodge his grasp.

At the same time the soldiers behind Mantorok had stalled, coming to a stop and opening fire against the Mandalorian forces, holding them at bay so Mantorok and Sherruk could fight.
 
Location: Cinnagar streets
Objective: Get rest and heal
Allies: [member="Darth Vornskr"] One Sith
Enemies: The Mandalorians

A silent scream would rip from Darth Nephthys' lips as the God King would surge Dark heal through her body. Unlike the lightside counterpart, dark heal was meant to be a vicious savage mending of bone, sinew, and flesh.

Her small back would arch, as she felt Vornskr's power shoot through her with a powerful electric surge. Heat would rip through her, her bones feeling as if they were hot molten rods of iron, burnt flesh mending as her body would mend under his dark gaze.

Tears of blood would trickle from the corners of her eyes, smearing over his gauntleted hands and over her porcelain flesh. Her heart would thunder. Her ears would roar to the tune of the vast Force Storm over head.

Bright fervent crimson eyes would widen, as lips would part for breath, her small body shuddering in his arms.

Strength and vitality would come to the Shield once more.
 
Location: Rooftops
Enemies: [member="Darth Urak"], [member="Darth Atrace"], [member="Darth Helios"] [member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Darth Carach"],
Allies: [member="Jedediah Bagely"], [member="Atin Kandossii"],
Music Selection: Courtesy Call - Thousand Foot Krutch

Within a second of my release of the force, I looked up to see ships flying everywhere past over my head. I lifted my off arm up high into the air cheerin that more people were coming. It was while my force barrier was still up that a sting of pain laced within my head. It may have been nerfed slightly by the barrier I had up, but only slightly. I could feel the power in the shield weaken and I knew he, whoever he was, would break through it. Soon.

I had nothing about mind games linked in the powers that I knew. Most of them were straight up battle tactics. And man was I reliant on them. I lowered my barrier, even as I stood there and attempted to, by using the mind link that he had forced, to sap his power with Force Drain. While it may not work, I looked for him. Seeing across tue rooftops, a man in Mando armor falling towards the Sith lady.

I smiled greatly as I began to move after in that direction. Hoping that this nasty plan inhad would work. But now, it may involve two or more to get seriously hurt, or worse.

While I moved, I could feel the pain increase as the shield was down. Usin that pain from my years of training, I tried to use that as fuel to keep myself going, even when my body was tired, and beaten to hell.
 
Location: The desolate streets of Cinnagar
Objective: Continue to mend his wounds, and those of his battle-sister
Allies: The One Sith, the Hrosha-Gul, [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, [member=Dralshy'a]

Music:
[media]https://soundcloud.com/themostepicmusic/two-steps-from-hell-black[/media]

He could feel Neph's wounds begin to slowly mend as she let loose a howl of beautiful agony as her body began to burn brightly as the darkness that Vornskr commanded so easily surged through her very body. Although, this was not the pristine, sterile healing of the Jedi, this was the gritty, passionate, and violent mending of the Dark Side, and even though Neph's wounds would be healed eventually, she would have to pay a terrible price for her renewed strength. Part of that price was paid in part by Vornskr himself, as the further exertion and conjuring of the Dark Side continued to eat away at his very being, and new lines of age began to appear upon his marred face.

With a low groan, Vornskr pulled away from Neph's body, and he finally felt the pain of what he had endured to get them both here wash over his body like a wave. He collapsed backwards and slumped against the nearby wall as a pool of blood began to congregate around his armored body, and he soon realized that in the gaps between his armored plating shards of permacrete and durasteel had lodged themselves into his flesh. The wound underneath his armor, previously caused by Merrill's dagger, had opened up again and stained his armor crimson once again. With another groan, Vornskr began to exert telekinesis over those foreign items embedded into his flesh, and forcefully tear them out one by one.

More blood began to gush forth from his body, but Vornskr was quick to act and began to exert the same healing he had given to Neph on his own body now. Pain gave him strength, and his resolve was further renewed and reinforced at the sight of his black-armored soldiers thundered into view from the nearby street, and began to create a protective perimeter around their wounded lord. Several Blackblade medical officers, most of them battle-hardened and ruthless Epicanthix women, began to swarm him and doddle over every single wound that had been inflicted upon his being. Some medical officers worried over the wounds on Neph's body that Vornskr's healing could not immediately fix, but they did not do as well as a thorough look over as they did with their Lord.

Vornskr, slightly annoyed at having to be worried over by his own subjects, shoved them away with his armored hand and warily rose to his feet without their aid. He instead pointed a single armored finger towards the fallen behemoth in the distance of the war-torn city, and bellowed forth his orders to those soldiers nearby who would heed him;

"My soldiers, my butchers, my Blackblades! The beast has been brought low, and now your Lord commands you to secure the body at all costs! Redirect all Blackblade forces to the beast, and work to detain it! So says the God-King of the Epicanthix, so says your Emperor!"

Like the obedient soldiers they were, they answered his orders without hesitation or question. Then, like a swarm of ravaging ants, all Blackblades in the nearby vicinity began to move in on the body of the fallen Leviathan. They would kill, destroy, and mow over anything in their path that was a direct impediment to their newest objective, and while they rushed to do their Lord's work, Vornskr would return to Neph's side and aid her to her feet if she desired his aid to do so.

"Come now, dearest Nephthys, there are mongrels to put down. The fight is not yet over."
 

Neskar A'toll

Hail to the King, baby
[member="Darth Angrel"] [member="Navio"] [member="Azrael"]

His reactions were quick. Quicker than Neskar had expected, lugging around all that heavy armour and the gruesome, fleshy shield. But, it could be anticipated; the presence of the force in this character was strong, for Neskar's standards anyway. Yeah, quick. Quick wasn't quite good enough though. In Neskar's eyes, the best way to win a fight is to not get hit in the first place. Having defied that personal motto many a time, Neskar mused on whether it was actually effective. Either way, he doubted it was the correct thing to be thinking about in the midst of a fight.

Back at the matter of hand.

As soon as the first jettison of flame erupted again from the mouth of the shield, Neskar was already moving. Still clutching the Vornskr shotgun in his right hand whilst simultaneously snatching the hilt of the foot long blade - the lethal beskad - gripping the machete with an experienced nature, prepared to swiftly swoop in and slice at the Sith. That's if Neskar survived this first. At an instant, while quickly wheeling away from the flurries of sword strikes, first with fast feet, then a deflection with the blade of his beskad, parrying blows. His arm rocked with the exertion; he couldn't sustain a full-on melee fight for long, he had to either finish this or flee.

Steadily raising the barrel of his Vornskr, Neskar squeezed the trigger thrice, in rapid succession. Straining to keep the shotgun steady, he predicted the close range of the expulsion of high density metal pellets would have sufficient effect. His wounds roared with pain, the scything blow under his left armpit seeped blood, staining the body of his armour. Neskar had to move quick. Quick, then quicker.
 

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Location: Rooftop
Enemies: [member="Azrael"] , [member="Anastasia Rade"]
Allies: @Mya Monroe [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Darth Vindica"] [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Laufeia Carzi"]
Objective: Wat

The next few seconds was filled with so much activity that they were almost a blur to Kir. He saw the flames hit, and he heard the squeal of a dying Ysalimiri, he smiled grimly, having finally landed a hit on the damn thing.

Then something hit him in the chest. It felt like a heavy mallet striking his armor, a massive hit against his stomach that hit him squarely and tore through the lesser armor of his middle torso. The weapon struck against the armorweave bodysuit, sending a kinetic force against his stomach and striking a massive bruise onto his stomach. He wanted to reel back and fall, but he found that the Power Armor kept him standing.

“Hold on!” He called out through his helmet at [member="Laufeia Carzi"], not wanting her to get injured.

He shot forward again, the jets on his back pushing him to the side. He saw Ordo felled, but for some strange reason he did not care. The Royal Guard were loyal to Darth Mierin, and he had more important things to do than mourn. He shot across the roof and moved quickly, heavy feet dragging across the roof. He positioned himself perfectly behind Azreals Basilisk, at the edge of the roof, slamming a new fuel pack into his flamethrower.

Down below the stomping of feet could be heard. Dozens of power armored men began to pour into the streets. The Royal guard was spreading out in force around Cinnagar, moving to engage Mandalorians. Not all of them wore power armor, but one in twelve did, they lead their squads with fierce abandon, fighting without rest.
 
Location: Cinnegar Streets
Allies: [member="Alaki"] [member="Darth Vidar"] and whoever else he invited
Enemies: [member="Nolan Detta"] and his fellow Mandos
Objective: Survive

Luminara's attention turned to the gigantic wall that was now baring down on them. It's size was enough to completely cover the street on both sides. She saw Darth Vidar running like a madman in the opposite direction for cover. It was slightly amusing to see him that way. Rolling her eyes, it appeared she'd have to get a little creative with this one. The young Alaki was cowering behind a pile of debris, no doubt waiting for the end to take her. Luminara gathered her Force energy and shot off like a bullet slightly past the Chiss. She would continue gaining speed, but the building was still coming down much too fast. Lumi had to think ever more quickly. She spotted a manhole not too far ahead of her. Devoid of hesitation, she would take what she could get and jump inside it. Once under the street, she would continue sprinting with the Force. The size and weight of that wall would most likely cause the street to cave in a little, and she didn't want to stick around for that part.
 

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