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

[Darth Morgoth]

LOCATION:Cinngar Streets rubble
ALLIES: [member="Darth Vidar"]
ENEMIES: [member="Kad Tor"]
MISSION: Leave none alive, Assist Darth Vidar


Melkor smiled when he saw the pureblood preparing to return to battle. He was amazed by the amount of weapons he carried. Melkor nodded when he heard his elders command, and took out the long handle of his Lightsaber. He hit the hilt and activated it quickly, the black blade was thin and crackling with dark energy. He brandished his weapon and then followed his elder out onto the street.
The street was in ruins, torn by the battle that was being waged upon it. Melkor grinned, his veins were pumping and his excitement made his blade crackle even more. He was enthralled with the excitement of the oncoming battle.
He saw the mandolorians across the way, his elder drawing there attention to him. He roared as his elder let his whip swing towards one of the warriors.
Melkor hit a button on his saber and it broke into two blades, each about two and a half feet long. He crouched and put his hand to the ground, his muscles tensing like the coils of a spring. The tension release propelling him into the air, his blade arcing gracefully above his head, as he came down just slightly to the left of [member="Kad Tor"] .
His intent was to block any chance of escape for the Mandolorian Warrior, knowing full well if the warrior tried to dodge the while his blades would most likely catch him.

 

[Vora Kaar]

Location: Rooftops
Enemies: [member="Darth Urak"], [member="Darth Atrace"], [member="Darth Helios"] [member="Darth Mierin"],
Allies: [member="Jedediah Bagely"], [member="Atin Kandossii"],

Redacted due to messup. Please do not think of this post. Thank you.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: The desolate streets of Cinnagar
Objective: Leave no mongrel alive / Search and destroy
Allies: The One Sith, the Hrosha-Gul, [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Luminara Rikanati"], [member="Darth Vidar"], [member="Alaki"], [member="Melakoth Tyrin"]
Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, [member="Kad Tor"], [member="Ralize Darkfeather"], [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Kable Detta"]

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

Vornskr froze for a moment, his body tingling as he cocked his head up towards the sky as if listening for something that could not be heard, at least no on a level any mortal could comprehend. With a quick readjustment of the armor that covered his chest and arms, Vornskr turned back towards Nephthys and smirked like a mad-man who had been let loose to do as he pleased upon the world. His eyes blazed a dark scarlet, and in the gloom of the desolation it made him look absolute demonic, his hair billowing wildly in the breeze as his gaze slowly moved from Nephthys towards the direction she had indicated with a jerking motion of her head. In one fluid motion he unclipped a singular curved-handle lightsaber from the leather belt across his waist, but did not yet activate it's crimson blade.

"And done it shall be."

With those words, the duo made off towards their fellow compatriots currently beset by mongrels of the highest caliber.

And in their wake, doom would soon follow.

 

[Garza]

[member="Zero"] was posted on the wrong account. Sorry guys!

 

[Atrace]

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[Muad Dib]

LOCATION: Rooftops (rubble and debris field)
ALLIES: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] [member="Chloe Hinata"]
ENEMIES:[member="Darth Atrace"] [member="Darth Mierin"]
MISSION: Survive, assist vod, eliminate hostiles

His riduur's voice came to him through his buy'ce. A smile came to his lips until he saw Mierin's lightsaber coming straight for his head. He had no time to bring his hands up with any weapons so he did the only thing he could. He dropped his head and took the slice across the face of his helmet. The force of the attack drove his head back and he felt the tendons in his neck scream as he staggered back just as his E-11 came between them courtesy of Atrace.

Using the momentum backwards he dropped back rolling as the micro flechettes pierced the blaster and the power pak. It exploded sending the energy into them. Hittng hard he rolled again to his feet his armor steaming and scorched. But his buy'ce was damaged irreparably from the strike and energy wash.

His left hand came up and removed his buy'ce while his right called his beskad to his hand. "We got off to a rough start darjetti. I'm Atin and I'll be the one killing you today." Despite the snarky comment that was out of character for him he was angry at the loos of mando lives. Having dropped his buy'ce he wrapped his left gauntlet with detcord. Then he leaped forward bringing his beskad down from above while striking out with a force enhanced punch at Mierin's chest. But the hair on his head stood as he felt the electrical charge in the air.

 

[J3C0]

LOCATION: Roofs
ENEMIES: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] , [member="Atin Kandossii"]
ALLIES: [member="Darth Urak"] , [member="Darth Atrace"] , [member="Darth Carach"]
OBJECTIVE: Kill
(I linked the arm's sub earlier, will link it and Amphistaff again. If you need any explanation just PM me, really enjoying this fight. )

In and instant she bound back, using the force to repel the blaster away from her slightly and keep the explosion at a distance.

She covered her face as the explosion rushed between them, fleck of shrapnel flew through the air, stabbing into her cybernetic arm and embedding in her Vonduun Skerr Kyrric armor. She flinched slightly as she felt some of it pierce her skin, but only took the pain to draw on more of the Darkside.

Shifting, the Sith Pureblood let her lightsaber fall into her offhand, dropping it backward into her palm. She didn't answer him when he spoke, instead she simply dropped back into a defensive stance. When he came at her, the lightsaber flicked up to meet his beskaad. The heavy blade clashed against the bright red, sending her reeling slightly. His punch came next, the heavy gauntlet covered hand striking her in the chest.

Immediately the wind was knocked out of her, the Vonduun Skerr Kyrric covering her chest cracked and broke, splintering and falling apart. Blood spewed from her mouth as her internals were shocked and shaken, pain lancing through her on all sides.

At the same time as she was struck in the chest her cybernetic hand had raised itself to be at face level with the Mandalorian, and in an instant the trap door in the palm snapped open. From it came a similar creature to the Hydra-Staff, only it had one head and was somewhat smaller. The Amphistaff opened its maw and spat its poison directly at the Mandalorians eyes, then immediately jumped towards the Mandalorians face.

It snapped and hissed at him, aiming to bite his neck and deliver a final killing blow.

 

[Charlyn Nairne]

LOCATION: Roof top
ALLIES: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] [member="Atin Kandossii"],
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Urak"] , [member="Darth Atrace"] ,
OBJECTIVE: Fight the Sith, Survive

She hadn't been there a minute when the Sith began to swarm around her like bees. Chloe should have expected this after all the request said there were five around him. She could handle two of the three no sweat. She had to believe her riduur would be alright. He had to be and instead of worrying about him she needed to worry about the Sith in front of her. He would be alright. "Be safe, my love." If something happened to him Chloe would be lost.

Taking a deep breath she hit the ground to avoid his sabers before summer salting towards him throwing a beskad at him. She had spent years training against Force Users at the Jedi temple. As the only non-force user in her family she had to learn to protect herself. She was not going down without a fight. She could hold her own against them which it seemed they didn't see her as a threat. That she could also use towards her advantage.

Jumping to her feet she turned to the one who spoke. "I absolutely do believe that I can beat you," she smiled as she continued to shoot at him. He wasn't threatening her at the moment and she wasn't scared of him. "Wanna test your theory?" Two could play at this game.

 

[Soeht]

Location: Skies near Darth Veles's downed Fury.

“Roger,” replied Kirk to [member="Darth Veles"].

An alarm rang as [member="Anija Ordo"] made her approach from Kirk’s left. The ship rumbled as her starfighter’s fire rained down on Kirk’s ship. Darth Veles seemed to have something else in mind that did not include getting rescued. Kirk had to think of a different approach to this fight.

Kirk’s eyes twitched as he saw [member="Arrbi Betna"]’s starfighter uncloak and move toward the other side. Being pincered by two strong starfighters would not bode well for the Chiss. His ship’s shields were already dwindling.

Thinking fast in order to evade some fire, Kirk pushed down on the steering yoke. His ship began to make a mad dive at a high speed - due to being aided by gravity’s downward acceleration - in an attempt to avoid some shots from the starfighters.

As the inside of his ship shook, Kirk radioed One Sith command and asked, “Anyone at Station Gamma?”

 

[Muad Dib]

LOCATION: Rooftops (rubble and debris field)
ALLIES: @Pyrrha Nikkita @Chloe Hinata Mandos
ENEMIES: @Darth Atrace @Darth Mierin One Sith
MISSION: Survive, assist vod, eliminate hostiles


He flexed the fingers of his gauntlet hand as the sith fell back. The blood at her mouth revealed serious injuries, probably sustained before his involvement. But any pity for fighting an injured foe dissipated with the knowledge that the sith could still easily kill him still. All it took was one mistake. Her palm opened and a new staff spit at his face. Turning his body, instinct was what saved him as his raised armored arm blocked the poison. Reversing his spin he swung his beskad at the wounded sith.

But the serpent sank it's teeth into his neck. Staggering back, his blow weakly following through still but he felt the fire in his body. Tripping on debris he fell to his back only two thoughts of action in his torturous mind.

The first was with his connection in the force he began pumping blood from his body and his wound in attempt to flush the venom from his body.

The second was his left hand's grip trying to will his thumb to activate the detonator that would explode the detcord that Atin had left attached on the shattered plate on the sith's chest. His thumb pressed the button as blood flowed freely from his wound.

 

[J3C0]

LOCATION: Roofs
ENEMIES: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] , [member="Atin Kandossii"]
ALLIES: [member="Darth Urak"] , [member="Darth Atrace"] , [member="Darth Carach"]
OBJECTIVE: Kill

As he lay in place the Serpent would constrict itself around Atin's neck, further trying to kill him by tightening around his throat.

The explosion hurled Mierin back with enough force to send her reeling. Skin peeled from her stomach, the remaining plates of Vonduun Skerr Kyrric along with a thin instinctive barrier of the force kept her from being shredded into a thousand tiny pieces. The pressure of the blast tore at her however, and she felt her inside shift about.

Tumbling back across the roof, scrapping and pulling at her body as the Vonduun Skerr Kyrric peeled away entirely, leaving only bare flesh and a small cloth to cover what was left. Her hand released the lightsaber it had been clutching, sending it tumbling off the edge of the building into the ruins below.

Mierin finally came to a halt at the edge of the ruined building, almost falling off until she desperately stopped herself.

She lay there for a second, her hand clutching her ruined stomach. She could feel the marred and burned flesh, feel the pain lance through her body as her insides screamed of trauma. She could feel the force rushing through her, the darkside attempting to keep her together, attempting to keep her alive. She coughed, forcing herself onto all fours and letting blood spew from her mouth. The tips of her hair were dyed crimson as her locks splashed into the shallow puddle she had made.

Slowly, like a glacier moving through a Valley, the Sith Lord rose.

Pain lanced throughout her body, her stomach screaming at her, her insides telling her to stop moving, yet she pushed forward. The voice of [member="Darth Junra"] echoing in her mind. She began to hobble across the roof, only to collapse still some ways away from Atin at the very edge of the building. She panted, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth as she desperately tried to gather her strength.

The force welled in her, slowly building to something.

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Cinnagar Airspace
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Rytek'irk'intrano"]
Objective: Staying alive

In all honesty, Anija was...bored. And worried. Sure, a fight like this had a knack for getting one's adrenaline going. But, it just seemed like the whole thing was dragging on for.. .a bit too long. Frowning, Anija keyed in a secure frequency. It was one she'd only used once before. And she hesitated to use it now. But, something in her gut told her she needed to. Whether it was the Force or intuition, she didn't know. And when it connected, she gasped. The feed for Ordo's buy'ce. And right now, he was looking at @Azrael. She could see what he saw.. but most of all, she could hear what was being said. Both were speaking... eloquently. And while Ordo's words made sense, she didn't really hear much sincerity in his words. His entire manner of speaking made her skin crawl. As she listened, she eventually heard what were to be Ordo's final words... followed shortly by the sound of a discharging blaster, and then static from the vid feet.

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As much as she enjoyed the chance to face off against another pilot, she very much wanted to be alive at the end of the day. To that end, she juked and rolled her fighter, presenting her ventral hull towards a few of his incoming bolts. They weren't as strong as she'd expected. Her eyes narrowing, Anija squinted again as she pressed the firing controls. Breathe... squeeze. Things [member="Ordo"] hat taught her almost a decade ago. She sighed, and closed her eyes for a moment as she continued to send crimson laser bolts towards the large craft they'd been scrapping with. She could see her bolts spattering across the ship's hull, leaving damage marks and carbon scoring.

According to what sensors she still had, it appeared that his shields were either weakened severely or down completely. With that in mind, she looped back around and sprayed laser bolts across the ship's hull. She hoped that it might drive him ff, or damage him, but beyond the surface damage, she couldn't tell much with her damaged sensors. it was then that Arrbi's voice cut into her musings. Lifting her head, she turned to look in his direction as the HUD followed.

"A question.....?" Her voice was shaking, and laced with anger, and grief. Even as she spoke, she could feel tears beginning to trace their way down her cheeks. Her hands shook on the controls, causing the fighter to wobble slightly in turn until she managed to regain control. For now, she tried to focus on the task at hand. Which was quickly proving to be a moot point as she saw the other fighter try and disengage. She watched as the other craft went into a steep dive. Not one either of the bes'uliike could match from this angle. And so, she shook her head and looped around to form up on Betna's port wing. "What was it you wanted to ask me..?" her voice sounded tired... angry and.... immensely sad. She wasn't sure if she could even begin to explain it.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Cinnagar Airspace
Objective: Get married, Kill things
Allies: [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] [member="Chloe Hinata"]
Enemies: [member="Rytek'irk'intrano"] [member="Darth Mierin"], [member="Darth Atrace"], [member="Darth Urak"]

Betna pulled his starfighter up and away as the enemy ship dove down. To flip his crate around and reengage would be pointless. Not because they could not win, but because it would slow them down. The comm chatter told him that there were areas in the city that needed help which meant he and Anija couldn't waste time. He pulled the bes'uliik around and disengaged from the enemy ship and headed into the city, knowing that the other 'Starfighter' couldn't pull around and pull up in time to stop them with any real degree of success. And if it did? They'd blow him apart.

As Anija's starfighter formed up on his, Betna swallowed hard. He was nervous, and not from the fighting. Honestly, he'd rather beat the Dark Lord of the One Sith with a broken table leg than ask what could possibly be the hardest question in his life. But he had to anyways. He cared too much for her.

"Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde," he stated as solemnly as he could. She would know what he was asking. His heart was in his mouth and his stomach in his boots and not from the G-Forces on his body.

Up ahead, he could see Mandalorian troops in trouble. A quick gauge of the enemy positions and he figured he had an idea. He outlined the concept on the computers in his cockpit and sent it to Anija's fighter before dropping his ship into position. He keyed the comms and gave a shoutout to the troops on the ground that they were there as he opened up with his heavy blaster cannons, hoping Anija had her napalm bomb ready. Help was coming, duck and cover.

 

[Atrace]

Location:roof
Allies:Sith
Enemies:mandalorian
Objective: kill the nuisance

Atrace saw the beskad being thrown, he sidestepped it.

Atrace continued the assualt on the mando, being as the girl was aiming for another shot at his brother, he jammed his blade towards her stomach If that failed his second saber would be coming from the side.

[member="Chloe Hinata"]

 

[Julm Surma]

LOCATION: En route to Rooftops
OBJECTIVE: Provide Relief and Emergency Exfil
ALLIES: Vod'e
ENEMIES: Dar'jetii


The sky shook with thunderous might as the air filled with smoke and lightning, fighters danced in the sky as a small dropship descended downward towards the capital of Empress Teta, Cinnagar. The Sith Lords of One Sith had summoned forth their mighty war machine in an effort to drive off the Mandalorian Attackers, vastly outnumbered the Mandalorians attempted to push forward through the Sith Infested territory. The Sith had mustered a force of power, yet they had forgotten that a single vod was worth ten of their infantry, and in the end the Mandalorians would not give up so easily. It was in their blood to fight, it was in their blood to win.

Brushing through one of the many walls of smoke that littered the sky in between the massive Force Storm plaguing the atmosphere, a Mandalorian Dropship raced to provide aid to ground forces in an attempt to rally forces dug in with Sith on all sides. The dropship carried many soldiers, however one such soldier was a man on a mission of redemption, a man who sought to save his brothers and sisters. Julm sat amongst his brothers exhaling as the sounds of battle grew louder and louder, he was restless, ready to fight amongst the ranks of vod'e once again. Julm slowly slid his helmet over his head as he readied himself for the final approach into Cinnagar, awaiting the airsupport before touchdown.

"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur."

 

[Darth Nephthys]

Location: Cinnagar
Objective: Neutralize Railize by smashing her with a big chunk of rock
Allies: [member="Luminara Rikanati"], [member="Darth Vidar"], [member="Alaki"], @Melakoth Tyrin, [member="Darth Vornskr"] Sith
Enemies: [member="Kad Tor"], [member="Ralize Darkfeather"], [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Kable Detta"], Mandalorians

It would not be long before Darth Nepthys and Darth Vornskr would come upon the group, surrounded by the God King's Blackblades. Her eyes would flare with crimson fire, doll-like features hardening into a stoic visage of determination.

Like the Skraal horde, they would soon descend upon them.

Her attention would fixate upon [member="Ralize Darkfeather"]. In an instant, her single remaining arm rose, immediately halting the large piece of pourstone debris midair, telekinetic tendrils of the Force hammering out through the distance at her will.

The corner of her cherub mouth would perk then. In an instant, Nephthys dove deep into her being to summon the Dark Side of the Force. It surged through her veins, rushing energy that would suddenly release in a powerful telekinetic push that would send the large chunk of debris straight at Railze Darkfeather, fully intending to smash against the woman to cause her internal injury by blunt trauma.

The fight had only just begun and the Dark Lord had made his wishes clear.

None would survive.

 

[Kad Tor]

Location: Cinnegar Streets
Allies: Ralize Darkfeather, Briika Tor, Nolan Detta, Kable Detta, Mandalorians
Enemies: @Darth Vindar, @Darth_Morgath Sith
Objective: Ah Ah Ah Ah Stayin' Alive! Call in the airstrike!


Kad had no chance to respond to the vow Ralize had just made. Instead he had two Dar'jetti coming after him. A lightwhip came his way, but Ralize was on that. Still Kad sidestepped the attack and pulled out his beskad to intercept the lightsabers which came barring down upon him. His free hand reached for a flash bomb. The device would simply let out flash of light giving Kad time to escape. Pushing up on the sabers, Kad grabbed the detonator and pressed the button. Hopefully the bombs worked, if not he at least still got out of the way.

The comm was a buzz with the option for a napalm strike. Kad called out to the rest of his family.

<"Out of here now. Calling in an air strike to this location. They've got Napalm.">

Kad clicked over to the battle frequency. [member="Arrbi Betna"] and [member="Anija Ordo"] were nearby.

"Air strike on this location. Sending tracer signal now.">

His eye clicked sending his signal to the strike team which was just ahead of the med evac team.

 

[Muad Dib]

LOCATION: Rooftops (rubble and debris field)
ALLIES: @Pyrrha Nikkita @Chloe Hinata Mandos
ENEMIES: @Darth Atrace @Darth Mierin One Sith
MISSION: Survive, assist vod, eliminate hostiles

With the poison slowly being purged from his body the effects were leaving. But staff was trying to break his neck. Again. But this time he was weakened too much. His hands came to his throat trying to get a grip on the serpentine body but he was having little success. Dark spots glittered in his vision.

I tried riduur. I tried ner vode. But sometimes you can't win.

But as his vision grew dark a spark grew within. Anger at lying here nigh death. Shame at surrender. Hate for his enemy. As the spark grew into fire he felt the force fuel his body even as his comm chirped. His taloned gauntlets found purchase on the serpent and pulled it free. His head dodged right as it tried to bite him. He threw it away, aiming for the side of the roof.

He looked over and saw the sith rise as if from the ashes. The sith fell but knew that if risen once, rise again the sith would. But Atin wasn't done yet. Fear of what he was about to do nearly filled him. But these people were mando, aliit, family. And nearby was his riduur. He would do whatever he had to do to save them. He reached for the darkside and let the power fill him and fuel his body as his rage fueled the darkside.

The beskar armored mando rose.

 

[J3C0]

LOCATION: Roofs
ENEMIES: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] , [member="Atin Kandossii"]
ALLIES: [member="Darth Urak"] , [member="Darth Atrace"] , [member="Darth Carach"]
OBJECTIVE: Kill

She heard the fighters soaring above, heard its blaster cannons roaring and striking nearby. Duracrete was tossed into the air, obscuring her vision of Carach and the others. She tried to shield herself, but felt heat touch her skin again.

The force pressed inside her, reaching through her and stitching her together as best as it could.

The pain was almost unbearable, but slowly the force crept inside of her as she knelt on the roof. The Mandalorian rose, throwing the black serpent over the side of the building. She watched it for a moment, keenly aware that the fighters above would likely soon be coming for another pass. Her golden eyes flickered from the black serpent, then back to the Mandalorian. She felt the power of the force build within him, she felt the darkside.

A smile crept on her face.

“Lets fall together, Mandalorian.” Her cybernetic arm moved up against, and she gripped him. With an almost listless movement Mierin drifted to the side. She pulled the Mandalorian over the side of the building, letting him and herself fall over the edge.

Mierin fell for only a short time, only a second or two in fact, not even enough to reach terminal velocity. A buffer of the force surrounded her as soon as she saw the massive balcony. She landed with a thud on her legs, the cybernetic left limb taking the brunt of the hit, preventing her from getting injured even further, though a spike of hurt still lanced through her. A piece of her skin simply peeled away as she moved to stand, revealing living muscle tissue flexing slightly.

Her eyes popped open, and she focused on the force. She let the darkside fill her, let the strength she had left drive her on. Her entire body seemed to scream for a second, before she focused. Her calm returned, and the pain seemed to feed her strength and then flicker into numbness. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a cylinder, and she smiled, sweeping it up and standing, another lance of pain pushing through her.

As Mierin reeled and ducked into the building, she waited for a familiar thud from the Mandalorian.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Somewhere in Cinnagar.
Objective: Survive.
Allies: No-one.
Enemies: Everyone.


His leg. Crushed. Broken in too many places to count. The leviathan crushed it- there was no hope for the leg anymore below the knee. That much, he knew. He crawled on his forearms into a building, and hoisted a rifle across his chest. He checked the ammo pack in it- after all, he did scrounge it from a nearby Mandalorian. M45. Heavy bolt impact.


He placed his frame against the building wall, trying to support himself. He couldn't move. He couldn't think straight. No comms- radio was dead. All he could do now, was sit- and wait. And hope for the best.