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

[Nyos Val]

Location: Cinnegar Streets

Allies: Mandos

Enemies: Sith

THundering down the streets with his Reaver in hand, the behemoth soldier turned a corner to see a handful of Sith taking on a handful of Mandalorians. He decided to engage, building up steam at the nearest Sith, [member="Darth Vidar"], and unloaded his repeater on him. The goliath trooper was now bearing down the Sith with all intent in turning him into a hole riddled corpse.

His visor let him know of the flames on the other side of the street, moving his way, he slammed into a passing pile of debris as the fire rolled over the area. Once it passed him by, the burning ground was being stomped out in 2 meter patches as the titan planted giant boot after giant boot in the ground, kicking dust and dirt all over the flames, suffocating them.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

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

My mental attack didn't seem to have much of an effect on the pink-dyed girl, but I wasn't in the mood to go around and start asking nasty questions about causality and rationality. Instead I sent a simple Force Push against her, hoping she would trip or something and then jumped from the roof to the balustrade - there were other targets to take out and they would have to be taken out fast. I could sense a shift in the battlefield, though I didn't exactly know what it was yet.

Before jumping I gave out a shout to the people who were in close proximity to me, mostly the Sith who were allied though.

' It's time to hit the road. '

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Cinnagar - Streets by the Fallen Lizard
Objective: Hunt the worthless remaining Mandalorians
Enemies: Mandalorians - [member="Preliat Mantis"]

Thunder went roaring above me, rain pelting my armor as flashes of lighting reflected off my eyes. A shroud of death hung over Empress Teta, the great Koros planet weeping for the destruction of an ancient jewel.

Such foolish Mandalorians, to so frivolously come expecting a measure of victory. All that they would find would be sorrow, woe, and the reaper of Death itself.

Devilry would crack the corner of my mouth as sweet anticipation for what was to come sent a surge of adrenaline through my veins. The weight of my great Sithsword at my back yearning to taste the kiss of blood, anxious to sing like the howling wind above me before it would strike down my foe.

A mind locked like mine would not be able to directly be manipulated by the Dark Lord of the Sith, however, it still allowed me to hear his call. The summon. The Judgement to be cast down upon the wretched vermin of Mandalore.

Judgement that would sing sweet tonight.

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Location Cinngnar streets
Allies [member="Darth Vidar"] [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enimies Mandos
Objective Assist Vidar

Seeing his elder beckon the young pure blood having heard the mandolorian call in the airstrike ran to join his elder.

Seeing what he was doing, Melkor sheathed his saber and threw his hands up, he wasnt very good at this but every litte bit helped he supposed. Closing his eyes he envisioned a field protecting them. He allowed the force to run through him until the were one entity. Let the Mando's do there worst he thought grimly

 

[Marcus Faust]

Location: Cinnigar Streets
Enemies: Tracyn, Mando'ade
Allies: One Sith
Objective: Round 2 apparently

Normally, aside from slamming the Sith Lord into a wall violently, the kick Traycn dealt to his chest would've been fatal, Vindica's chest would've caved and all that important stuff inside would have been pulverized. But training, and some recently acquired beskar kept that from happening. Assuredly there would be heavy bruising, of this he had no doubts, his chest screamed in pain. But he would use that pain.

Once again he grabbed at Traycn with the force and attempted to jerk him to the right, then back to the left ferociously. With any luck, the Jedi would've just acquired a mean case of whiplash before Marcus attempted to slam him into the dirt. Shoving off the crumbling wall, he finally ignited his saber, slowly advancing towards the Jedi warrior.

 

[Alan]

Location: Cinnagar Streets
Objective: FIGHT
[member="Darth Vindica"]




He felt his neck go forward, then yanked back. Everything went dizzy- he was dazed, confused, and he knew right away what was afflicting him. Whiplash. His natural senses went haywire, screaming in the sharp, quick and unexpected pain, and the fact that he had no idea what he was doing anymore. That is, until, Tracyn closed his eyes- and opened his mind to the force. Things went into a deep blue, before outlines showed and the force guided his hand to the ground. He felt the dirt, showered with blood and debris, the chaos around him like the center of a hurricane. He was the calm in the storm, the beacon of light in the dark cave.

His hand grasped into the dirt, the crushgaunt breaking the concrete up and slowing his fall. Tracyn braced his armored arms for the impact, to roll to try and minimize the sting. Tracyn felt his body impact, the jolt of the concussive force sending him tumbling around for a few seconds. Tracyn picked his lightsaber up, and activated the Solari crystal-infused blade again.

He took the defensive Djem So stance."You really wanna do this, Marcus?"

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Cinnagar Building
Objective: Maintain survivability
Enemies: Everyone, [member="Darth Akron"]
Allies: Mandalorians...if there any around.




He looked down at his leg, crushed and broken. The Beskar had been cracked, and he knew the bones and legs and skin underneath faired no better. [member="Azrael"] would not be the only Mandalorian with a metallic appendage that he knew of nowadays. He reached into his side pouch, removing the picture of [member="Aditya Amadis"]. He held it tightly for a moment, before pressing the stock of the hefty M45 rifle to the ground, pushing himself upwards to a stand. He limped to the corner of the building, concealing himself from eyesight. He pulled the bolt back on the M45, and either waited for rescue- or for someone to come and take him to some forsaken hole in the middle of Sith space.


"Not without a fight. Come and get me you sons of bitches."


He growled, checking his gear. Flamethrowers- almost empty. Westar-34s, operational. Ori'ramikade knife. Spear was outside.




Damn it all.


Damn it all to hell.

 

[Evard L'Rik]

"Alright. Corvettes, hold fire on those tanks. We'll cover your back."

The Resurgent same ponderously forward, with its escort ahead.

I felt an evil grin on my face. The command tank was right there.

"Everybody, fire on that big tank. If we pierce its armor, that tank squad is going to be putty in our hands. Let's go!"

 

[Marcus Faust]

Location: Cinnigar Streets
Enemies: Tracyn, Mando'ade
Allies: One Sith
Objective: Round 2 apparently

"Are you?" He retorted, surging forward as if to meet Traycn head on before jolting to his right when he was a few meters away and coming in at an angle. His attack came in a furious barrage, the first slash went for the head before being jerked down as an attempt at the ribs, the second went for the chest, the third for the leg, the fourth, the chest once again. There was no pause in his attacks, seemingly no time to think, but every move was thought out and calculated, every strike he loosed now was compared to one he'd loosed before to ensure effectiveness. He'd long awaited this fight, he'd prepared and trained for it tirelessly. He had no intent of letting the Jedi walk away.

Rage roared inside him, the voice of anger bellowed within his mind, screaming for him to tear apart the man before him who held a blade emitting nothing but raw light. One could learn to see in the dark, to adjust, but light? Light would blind a man if too much came, and at this point, Traycn was blind. Vindica would see that fixed, hopefully.

 

[Zac Grayson]

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[Urak]

Location: Rooftops
Allies: [member="Silara Vantai"] / [member="Darth Atrace"] / [member="Darth Mierin"] / One Sith
Enemies: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] / Mandos
Objective: Enter the building

Urak, with his grip still on Nikkita with the force, used the force to throw her off the building, and then jumped down onto the balcony while signaling Atrace and Silara.
He knew he had to regroup in the building and then come up with a strategy to take down the enemies, and he had to make sure his brother made it out alive.

He was tired from the battle, although his force was not completely drained, he could still fight, but he knew it would be better to rest. Urak stuck to the shadows while entering the building, waiting for his allies to come.

 

[Slot 19]

Location: Cinnegar Streets (Below)

Allies: [member="Alaki"] [member="Darth Vidar"] [member="Darth_Morgoth"] [member="Melakoth Tyrin "][member="Darth Nephthys"] [member="Eikrie Daom"] [member="Darth Ares"]

Enemies: A very large group of Mandos and assorted war machines

Objective: Get out of the rubble

As the wall struck the surface of the streets, the ceiling above a sprinting Luminara would completely cave in mere minutes later. The white Twi'lek would only escape the majority of the collapse. The very last piece of it would catch her and bury her.

At first, everything was dark and quiet. Her hearing was filled with ringing, and the sound of her escalated heartbeat. For a short time, she lost consciousness. To any inspecting the more deeply located rubble, they would see a single white hand amongst the last pile of debris in the under-street. Luminara could barely breath, let alone move. She was pinned tightly to the cold hard ground. Her entire body flared with pain. Her focus was disoriented as she'd hit her head especially hard. As of that point, she was a sitting duck. She could do nothing to free herself.

Luminara did her best to gather some force energy. If she lost consciousness again, she might never be found. So she sent a sort of mind shout to what few people she could sense the Dark Side within.

"Could use..... some help......"

 

[Garza]

Location: Rooftops
Enemies: [member="Darth Urak"], [member="Darth Atrace"], [member="Darth Mierin"],
Allies: [member="Atin Kandossii"], @Chloe Hinta,

As I began walking towards the other Mando that was fighting the Sith Lady, my mind was piercing and breaking. And with a sudden let up, I looked around, seeing a Sith lord jump away and run. I was half tempted to run after him, however, I let him go since my brethren were in trouble. I looked around only to feel a constriction on my neck. I turned to my left over my shoulder to see that the Sith had gripped my throat now. I shook my head as he then attempted to throw me. I allowed myself to fall. Using my beskad as an anchor, I slid down only one floor and with Telekinesis threw myself back up as he was attempting to leave.

"Not so fast you dar'jetti." This time the tables were once more turned on him. The debris that surrounded the two of us, seeing as how half a building was blown up, and even when everything was crumbling in the rain and storm that raged around us, was thrown at him in all directions followed by my rushing of him again. "I have you alone now boy, be a man and grow some balls to face me."

As my beskad came down upon his head, my left hand drew my lightsaber, and lashed out with the bright purple blade in a stab followed by the twin weapons being used in an X fashion followed by a double strike of beskad followed by a saber to his right side, then to his left in the opposite variation, then up again to come from both sides. Unleashing strike after strike on him. Even if he had two sabers, He would be hard pressed against the Blade of Kalee.

 

[Urak]

Location: Rooftops
Allies: [member="Darth Atrace"] / [member="Darth Mierin"] / [member="Silara Vantai"]
Enemies: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] / Mandos
Objective: Defeat Nikkita

Urak saw Nikkita flying back at him for some reason, he knew he had to fight. As she got close, he used Force Repulse, attempting to send her back flying, injured, and to hopefully drop her beskad.

"Let's do this then."

It drained even more of his force energy, but he knew he had to keep fighting. He put one of his hands in his cloak and continued to the inside of the building, to the sturdy area. Then waited for Nikkita to come back up.

 

[J3C0]

LOCATION: Lower Levels
ENEMIES: [member="Atin Kandossii"]
ALLIES:
OBJECTIVE: Kill

The time it took for the Mandalorian to set the charges was time that Mierin took to heal herself. The Darkside of the force was powerful, strong enough to sustain a man in a cybernetic suit, and certainly strong enough to give her the gift of flesh. Slowly, her skin knitted back together, her bones set back into place, and her being became somewhat more whole.

Oh she was still injured, her body was still broken in many places and parts of her would peel off in seconds, but she was better than she had been before.

When the Mandalorian showed up. When he moved through the hall towards her and cast them into the darkness, she smiled. Her eyes fluttered closed just as the bright spark of the smashed bulb flickered in the darkness, allowing her to adjust faster. Her eyes opened, giving off that feint yellow glow that could see so perfectly into the night.

“I fell eons ago Mandalorian. Before your sad little culture ever dawned.” Her off-hand crackled, and then a bolt jumped from her palm straight towards the Mandalorian.

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Location: Cinnagar Rooftops
Allies: [member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Sawa Ike"] [member="Laufeia Carzi"] [member="Mya Munro"]
Enemies: They All Ran
Objective: Regroup

There was still work to be done. Still Mandalorians to kill. Kir knew it, he could feel it in the air. The radio signals in his head also helped, but hey. He cast a glance over to Mya, and then to the woman in his arms, then over towards the other Sith Around him. Lieutenant Kir waited for a few moments, then spoke him mind.

He wasn't sure of the rank of any of those around him, but if he formed his opinion in a question, then there shouldn't be a problem. “There's still Mandalorians about. Our troops are gathering, The Blackblades and the 501st are moving in and my fellow Guardsmen are bringing in further AT-AW's and AT-HK's. May I suggest we move to coordinates A2-33? There are reports of gathered Mandalorians there.”

Of course that was where the fighting was still thickest, but he was more than sure they would encounter other forms of resistance on the way.

There were five of them, four Sith and One Power Armored Royal Guardsmen. Along with that there were more than a thousand Royal Guard still roaming the streets in this sector of the city cleaning up the remaining Mandalorian elements and quickly gathering in force to make another push.

From the corner of the roof came a set of three men. All three of them wore the ceremonial Royal Guard armor that would be familiar to most historians, one of them carried a med pack. Kir waved him over, and offered up [member="Laufeia Carzi"] for inspection. He didn't know if the womans legs would be reparable, but it was worth a try. The four Red Guard looked at one another, then nodded. The Royal Guard would stick with the Sith for now, though if a call came through they would readily move to where their commander ordered.

 

[Galatea Raste]

Location: Cinnagar Rooftops
Allies: Darth Banshee Sawa Ike Laufeia Carzi Mya Munro
Enemies: They All Ran
Objective: Regroup

Well, there were worse ways to survive. She wasn't all that happy about being carried around the way she was, but at least she wasn't dead, and her efforts had managed to help Kir stay alive. Not to mention they'd chased off the Mandalorians. That was a win in her book. Despite the fighting she'd been through, and the pain she'd endured, she chalked the day up as a successful one so far. There was more work to be done yet, but it was a good start.

When the medic came to inspect her, she allowed it, and didn't flinch as she was poked and prodded. Reaching through the Force, she called the dead body of Itessa over. She was going to keep her trophy nice and close to her. No way she was losing it.

"I'll live, so don't waste too much time. Slap a bacta patch on it and let's get going."

 

[Helios]

Location: Rooftops
Enemies: Pyrrha Nikkita / Chloe Hinata / Atin Kandossii / Jedediah Bagely / Mandos
Allies: [member="Darth Urak"] / Darth Atrace / Darth Mierin / One Sith
Objective: Neutralize Jedediah


Helios's aurete gaze bore into Jedediah as he turned to behold the Eldorai. The darkside continued to pour into Helios, his concentration remaining undisturbed. Helios knew the ysalimir had a range of 10m, and at the moment he was outside of it's negation bubble. This rooftop was particularly large and gave the Sith Lord room to maneuver should he need to. Which could be importantly depending on his opponent's reaction.


Reaching out with the force, the power Helios' previously drew upon was utilized as his will reached out with destructive intent. Helios broke free a large slab of concrete shaped like an extremely over-sized baseball bat. The length of the makeshift weapon was at least 20m and Helios' telekinetic grip was at the very end of the weapon. This allowed him to effectively swing into the ysalamir bubble to harm whom was inside of it. Raising his arms, Helios lifted the concrete-bat and slammed it down towards the mandalorian, as if to nail him into the ground. Afterwards he immediately drew the slab back and swung it horizontally, hoping the second strike would deliver the blunt force necessary to put the warrior down.

 

[Muad Dib]

LOCATION: Lower levels
ALLIES: None
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Mierin"]
OBJECTIVE: eliminate dar'jetii

Atin stood as his eyes began to adjust. As the sith spoke he closed his eyes and turned his head to listen trying to locate her by hearing. As she spoke he smiled as he located her in the room. The level below he had memorized the layout of the cubicle and layout of the open floor plan filled with mini offices. He was pretty sure the layout would be the same as the floors above and below all belonged to the same company of sale reps.

The faint crackle and smell of ozone gave him a hint of a second to react. Already flexed knees and braced feet launched him sideways as instincts honed launched him away. But even though he was fast the bolt of force lightning was faster. Instead of getting hit full on in the chest he took a blow to the left shoulder sending the current through his insulated armor. Insulated or not it still arced through his nerve endings. His dive sent him behind a cubicle wall and desk that stopped the current of energy burning into him.

Clenched teeth as steam rose from his armor, the scent of burned flesh emerging from him, as his hand pulled a grenade and activated it. As he rolled to his feet he rolled it along the floor as he charged around the corner of the cubicle, hooking the desk chair with a leg and kicking it toward the sith between them as he followed it with lunging punch with his right attempting to punch her in her gut. If his fist connected or not, he planned on activating the yellow lightsaber in her gut.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: Undisclosed Residential Area, Empress Teta
Allies: [member="Ferian Adair"], One Sith
Enemies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] (Squadron Two), Mandalorians
Objective: Operation: Stronghold

This man obviously wasn't just some lowly Sith hopeful. Darth Arcis could see the glint of wit and cunning in his eyes, the way his gaze scoured over his legion of white, analyzing the way their positions were erected and the speed in which they carried out orders. Mostly, the Forgotten One caught a glimpse of wisdom and understanding behind those dark hues. Although he didn't appear quite that old, he was well beyond his years mentally.

"There must be a strong few to carry the weak," he replied, "I've played this literal game of chess for quite some time."

Indeed he did. Born and bred by the blade; destined to perish by the same sword-edge someday. He knew it would happen eventually, so he expected it to happen any day now. Lord Arcis wasn't a pessimist; merely a realist.

"Come, friend, it seems we've got entertainment on the way." A sly grin broke across the Lord's predatory features. Not noticeable, he had an earpiece in and was constantly juggling battlefield reports and other information of similar intent. It appeared that some armored column had began moving into a city. A city. Not smart, not smart at all. Even though walkers and armor possessed some heavy firepower, they were practically useless when it came to maneuvering and escape routes.

"Sir, we're ready to move out when you are."

The Sith Lord turned to the commander. "Let's move out. Follow me," he cast a glance to his newfound ally, "and my friend here. Be sure to bring extra ammo for anti-tank weapons."

"Aye, sir."

The 501st legion's Aurek company was sent spiraling into action at that command. They gathered whatever anti-tank weapons they had brought down, extra explosives, and the tenacity of a legionnaire.

"Let's roll."