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

[Sawa Ike]

Location: Rooftops
Allies: One Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians, [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"]
Objective: Fight

Sawa looked at [member="Luminara Rikanati"] and spoke as she stood in the streets. The mandalorians in some places were retreating and going to evac as her eyes flicked around. "Direct your energy and efforts into the shield, join one of the hunting parties and push to destroy as many of their fighters as possible." She smiled while spying a mandalorian and lept towards him as she grabbed his throat. Fangs extended and piercing the armoweave before she flew up into the air to the rooftops and dropped it into the streets. The flash of something purple moving about brought her attention while the renewed energy came in. Sawa slid the hold out cannon from her hip and held her hydrastaff ready for a fight as she moved to join the rest in firing on the lone mandalorian. She took aim preparing to squeeze the trigger when the moment came.

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Rooftops
Allies: [member="Darth Urak"] [member="Darth Atrace"]
Enemies: [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] [member="Chloe Hinata"] [member="Atin Kandossii"]

The Mon Calamari quickly retracted his hand holding the lightsaber and flicked downwards, avoiding the blow from the sword just he raised his other hand and opened it in a palm, negating the Force push with his own. As a duelist and a Makashi user, the Mon Calamari could easily wield his weapon in one hand, leaving the other hand free to bind the Force to his will and swiftly use the Force to attack or in response to his oppponent's powers.

One of his eyes glanced at the other Sith before swiveling back at the pink haired woman. Making sure all noise around his body was silenced, including the hum of the lightsaber, the Mon Calamari started shifting the light around him, becoming transparent before completely disappearing. His next steps carried him to the woman's right side; he wished to avoid getting to her back as he guessed that move was expected and therefore he had a greater chance of scoring a hit if attacking one of her sides. He took one or two strides back as well before pointing the weapon's tip at her torso again, the target with the greatest chance of being hit. Two quick steps forward to close the distance and Darth Veles attempted to drive the weapon's invisible blade into the woman's body as he fully extended his arm to increase the weapon's reach, his legs positioned so he could retreat out of the pink haired opponent's if necessary.

 

[J3C0]

Location: Lower Levels
Allies:
Enemies: [member="Atin Kandossii"]
Objective: Kill

Mierin reacted differently this time.

She didn't allow him to charge, that wouldn't due. Her off hand came up as soon as he moved forward. Eyes were somewhat adjusted to the dark, but she did not yet see the grenade rolling forward. Luckily her move countered all of his attacks in one go, her palm pushing forward and releasing a force push directly towards him.

The wave pressed forward, pushing the flying chair, rolling grenade, and hopefully Atin himself back. At the same time Mierin ignited her lightsaber, the bright red searing blade popping into life and illuminating the room.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Cinnegar Streets
Allies: (Ground - [member="Kable Detta"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Ralize Tor"]) (Air Support - [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]) Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Alaki"] Sith
Objective: Survive to fight another day


Briika had been so focused on caring for her injured vod'ika that the medic hadn't paid attention to what was going on around her. Well that wasn't totally true because the battle was all coming through on her HUD; she was aware, but not in great detail. It was just a matter of prioritizing and knowing your role on the team. She knew her riduur and other vode had her back while doing her job, and that is exactly what Bree was doing; treating a downed verd. There would be more to treat once they got out of there too. Just because the literal fighting might be over for them, the baar'ur would still be fighting for her fellow Mando'ade lives once she got to the medical frigate; working diligently to treat their battle wounds and to bring her vode home to their loved ones alive, if at all possible.

After getting [member="Nolan Detta"] stabilized, she helped him up and they began to make their way to the LZ where an EVAC ship was awaiting them. That's when Briika noticed something hit her back, not hard but enough to definitely get her attention. It was a sticky grenade and it had stuck onto the nutrient frame that was housed around her jet pack. The young Mando'ad immediately pushed the quick-relase button on the jet pack's harness and shugged it off post haste, then flung away the combined unit as far as she could just in time to watch it explode near where a Chiss, who had been working with the Sith, was taking cover in the rubble. A slight smirk hidden behind her darkened T-visor graced the face of the golden blonde.

<Air support… We are clear of our location. Commence your strafing and bombing run, and vor entye, > Briika called in over the comms in her buy'ce, then jumped up into the EVAC ship followed by Kable to get the hell out of the chaos. The others in their group were already aboard thankfully.


(exit)

 

[Cedric Dorn]

Location: Cinnagar Rooftops
Allies: [member="Laufeia Carzi"] [member="Mya Munro"] [member="Darth Angrel"]
Enemies: [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Navio"]
Objective: Regroup

Kir suddenly touched his ear just as he put down Laufeia for the medic. He heard a radio call go out over the public comms and nodded to himself. It seemed that his Royal Guardsmen were massing in the sector next over. A dozen AT-AW's had come together and more than twice that number of AT-HK's. He smiled slightly, thanking the 501st in the back of his head for bringing in much needed heavy armor.

The Imperial Guard swept through this sector of the city, pushing the Mandalorians out and back.

Slowly he then turned towards the direction of the armor, receiving another radio message of a Sith fighting two Mandalorians.

“There is reports of combat over there.” Kir pointed towards a nearby roof. “We should head there immediately.”

Again his words were phrased in a suggestion, but before any of the women could object, Kir already took off at a sprint. Before he moved Kir swept his S-11 off the ground, moving towards the edge of the roof. Whether or not they followed him was up to them, but as the massive power armored Lug jumped from the roof of the building, his remaining jets boosting him just enough to not cause him to die when he landed on a lower roof, it was clear that Kir wouldn't wait.

He moved quickly, jumping from roof to roof with the aid of his jump jets. He never quite flew, simply fell with a little more dignity, until eventually he reached [member="Darth Angrel"] and his opponents.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Location: Undisclosed Residential Area, Empress Teta

Allies: [member="Ferian Adair"], [member="Mantorok"], [member="Evard L'Rik"], [member="Eikrie Daom"], [member="Darth Ares"], [member="Darth Banshee"], One Sith
Enemies: [member="Olivia Dem'adas"] (Squadron Two), [member="Sherruk Fett"], [member="Anastasia Rade"], Mandalorians
Objective: Play Chess


As the warlord and his not-so-young companion [member="Ferian Adair"] continued their fast-paced trek towards a segment of the armored columns, forward scouts had spotted and reported even more of the armored elements spread throughout nearby areas. Whoever brought them would surely face the consequences of their actions in bringing tanks into a hostile world, especially when the Imperials were on the defense.

"That's right, sir, even more armor," the 501st scout reported, "I'm even a little antsy about this, sir."

The lowly Sergeant wouldn't be charged for speaking freely like that, especially on battalion-wide staff communications. Though Lord Arcis never mentioned the possibility of defeat, the thought always lurked within the rear of his mind and grew even more so when faced with overwhelming odds. Another spark of thought flashed into his mind.

"And the Ysalamir?" It was common knowledge by now that these Mandos had smartened up to conventional tactics and had tried something more nontraditional. Dranok had to admit, it was a very good move and neither he nor the Imperial High Command had expected it. "I haven't seen many, sir." The man admitted. "Although I wouldn't just assume they're all gone, sir. They're even probably still able to live some time even if their Mando host is a rotting corpse."

This mere scout, was correct. He made some good observations and paid attention to detail.

"Thank you, Staff Sergeant."

A second of hesitation. "Thank you, sir. Shall we exfil?

"Not just yet. Once you have a visual on us, feel free."

"Aye, sir."

Lord Arcis slowed his pace to match that of his Stormtroopers. Even these war-hardened veterans of the feared 501st couldn't keep up with the tense and articulate steps of a Sith Lord bent with concentration on conquering yet another planet. A plan was slowly forming together in his mind. Fleet elements were extremely busy with the ongoing musings up above in the dark heavens of space. Dranok couldn't bear to ask for even more infantry and armor from another Star Destroyer. All he had left in the Chimaera were some walkers and artillery pieces.

Artillery.

Arcis jabbed a finger at a legionnaire toting a backpack, wires and cords stringing to various places on the piece of equipment. No doubt a radio operator. "Come here." The soldier responded instantly by altering his course to walk beside his commander. "Sir?"

"Contact the Chimaera, bring down those walkers and artillery. I want the walkers at the FOB that Besh company is at. The artillery should be taken to Cresh company's location with the anti-air guns."

"Yes, sir."

The trooper nodded in departure and eased away from the warlord, talking into his radio all the while and relaying his orders immediately.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location: Evac Shuttle

Allies: the Detta/Tor Family

Enemies: Sith Bubble Blowers.


Now lying on a medical cot in the bottomed the Evac shuttle, Nolan's adrenaline and Force Rage had worn off and now the flood of pain and emotion came crashing down like a broken dam. As the shuttle lifted off, Nolan began to cry out in pain, the pain of the 1st degree burns all over his body, the hole in his abdomen, and the mental pain from releasing that much emotion from behind the walls of his mind. He writhed in the cot in agony as he struggled to maintain his sanity. He ripped off his helmet and blood was pourin from his nose and mouth. Then, like a wave passing by, the pain subsided, and Nolan blacked out.

(Exit scene)

 

[Kad Tor]

Location: Cinnegar Streets
Allies: (Ground - [member="Kable Detta"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Briika Detta"] [member="Ralize Tor"]) (Air Support - Anija Ordo Arrbi Betna) Mandalorians
Enemies: Sith
Objective: Survive to Honeymoon!

Ral had managed to get the two newlyweds to safety after the airstrike had been called in. Everything was so crazy that Kad lost sight of what was going on. All he knew was that the evac shuttle had arrived and Ral was hurt. She had ensured the two were the first on the evac followed by Briika and Nolan. Once they we all safe, Kable came next.

<"Get us the hell out of here,"> Kad said as he helped get Ral stable. They would honeymoon later. Enceri sounded really nice.

[ooc: exit for Kad and Ral per her loa post. Mine as well.]

 

[Muad Dib]

LOCATION: Lower levels
ALLIES: N/A
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Mierin"]
OBJECTIVE: Eliminate dar'jetii

Instincts. Reactions. Training. These things helped make a mando. And as the plan of attack was stopped before it began these three things kicked in. Pushed back he went with it. When two forces of strength slammed together chaos ensued. Not against chaos, Atin chose a different approach as he flew backwards.

Engaging the boosters in his boots he flew backwards, assisted by the force push, and reached out with the force and pulled with telekinesis not just the sith but the desks, cubicles, and other office equipment behind the sith toward her back.

Having retreated even faster then the sith was planning (hopefully) the grenade went off sending a shockwave combined with shrapnel outward riddling Atin's armored lower body and speeding him even faster through the wall and into a small office.

 

[Not Ordo]

LOCATION: NO CLUE I GOT NO NOTIFICATIONS
OBJECTIVE: GET UP
ENEMIES: YOU

As nice as sleep was the intense discomfort the thing felt was not letting him sleep. He first opened his eyes blinking several times and began testing his limbs. Nothing felt broken and now it was time to grab a snack. Dralshy'a began to push up to his massive feet and shook away the man-things that were around him. A deep hunger filled growl rumbled in his throat, he was not pleased. Not even a little.

 

[Galatea Raste]

Location: Cinnagar Rooftops
Allies: Mya Munro Darth Angrel [member="Lieutenant Kir"]
Enemies: Neskar A'toll Navio
Objective: Kill more Mando's

The bacta patch was a quick fix. It would end her pain momentarily, but in the long run she was still going to need medical attention. Not that she particularly cared about such things. Having lived for as long as she had, she'd learned to deal with the pain. It fueled her and gave her newfound strength. In addition to that, it reminded her that she was alive and she still had a purpose in this galaxy: to bring suffering to all living things for forcing her to suffer as she had.

With the patch on, and her trophy in tow, she watched as the red armored guy took off like a shot. Well, they'd worked together well so far, so she figured she might as well stick with him. Their tandem could seemingly take on the best that the Mandalorians had to offer, after all. Might as well make use of that.

"On your five o'clock, Red."

She didn't run as fast as she could have, but she was still able to keep up with him thanks to the Force. It fueled her when she was weary and hurting. From rooftop to rooftop they moved until they arrived near a fellow Sith, and took note of his opponents. More fighting was always good for her.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Location: Cinnegar Streets
Allies: One Sith - [member="Darth_Morgoth"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], [member="Melakoth Tyrin"], [member="Alaki"], [member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Ares"], [member="Darth Tsolan"], [member="Luminara Rikanati"], [member="Alexandra Lianne Feanor"]
Enemies: Mandalorians - [member="Titan"]
Objective: Obliterate Titan

Darth Vidar held the Force Barrier with the united One Sith combatants. He had become a form of defacto leader as he and Nephythys had shepherded the others to find cover, and to unite the Sith in their defence. His former life as a Republic naval officer and later General of the Sixth Battalion seemed to shine from him, showing he still possessed the necessary leadership skills to command and simultaneously hold respect without showing arrogance or self-righteousness. A trait few Sith seemed to grasp. It was not a problem the current generation of Sith faced, for millennium countless there had been two archetypes of Sith. The foolish and the wise.

The Mandalorians began to retreat en masse. Whilst his objective on crushing the resistance had not been completed, another that was as equally satisfying; forcing an evacuation. It was a defeat on their part nonetheless, albeit with less bloodshed. He heard the thunderous hooves of Titan, and the subsequent gun shots. Darth Vidar should have detected him, but the bombing runs kept his mind occupied. He felt a slug strafe his shoulder. Thick blood began to ooze out, then another hit him, slamming against his shoulder and forcing him onto a knee. He swept his hand wide, the Force Barrier stretched to cover the front of him. It took the full blunt of Titan's attack.

Darth Vidar unleashed an animalistic roar in pain and anger, clutching his left shoulder. He pushed off his knees with his right hand, taking a stance. "Any fighter that gets too close, redirect it," Darth Vidar informed the Sith present. He wanted revenge, and it would be loud. He gathered the cosmic energies that had been summoned by all, a power unlike anything he had experienced before swelled in the body of Vidar. He began to breathe in deep, and out. His great chest rose and sunk. He repeated this process, all the while Titan converged on him. Closer and closer.

A final intake of breath occurred. So powerful that for a moment a vacuum in the air was created, seemingly sucking in all oxygen his lungs could contain in a Force-enhanced state. The sound of the sudden vacuum was a deafening sucking noise. All went silent. The Force Barrier trembled and collapsed, its power drained from it. Darth Vidar curled his arms before him, raising a knee high. He slammed down his foot, arms flexing backward and opening wide. His mouth shrieked, letting out a tremendous Force Bellow with the power of a dozen Sith. A thunderous clap was heard, as though lightning had struck. The sound of a firing cannon as it were. The earth beneath Darth Vidar's feet began to buckle at the sheer pressure. Nearby buildings developed cracks in their permacrete. If there was one Force power Vidar had ever mastered in his life, it had been Force Bellow.

He had waited for the prime time to strike, when Titan would be closest to him. The sound travelled at 1,245 kilometres per hour and carried with it enough energy to tarnish the inner organs of anyone caught in its way. Melakoth Tyrin had been a victim of this, when Darth Vidar had almost killed him. He had maimed his fellow Sith, and point-blank Force Bellow at him. He now survived on life support systems. With Titan slightly further away, perhaps he would not suffer the same fate. He may heal, given enough bacta. With little time to take cover, and the inability to dodge, he would almost be helpless. Even negating force abilities could not negate something as natural as sonic noise wavelengths. For that was all a Force Bellow was, the ability to manipulate the strength of wavelengths from ones own mouth, and from thereafter, the wavelengths did their own job.

 

[Atrace]

Location: rooftops
Allies: One sith
Enemies: mandis
Objective: fight

Atrace was sent staggering back, the force push sent from [member="Pyrrha Nikkita"] he gripped his sabers, his force rage was taking alot of energy but it was necessary to defeat the jedi.

He ran towards the jedi striking once more, striking at her legs and arms, his force rage allowed him to strike harder and faster.

His robe covered his face, but his rage was evident.

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: Right karking next to [member="Dralshy'a"]
Enemies: [member="Dralshy'a"]
Allies: I'm Lying Alone...
Objective: Survive? Run? On a scale of 1 to kark, how fething karked am I?

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A growl resounded from the rubble that she had been standing beside, her eyes going wide as she let out another groan of pain and displeasure - for not only was she not alone, wounded and tired as feth, she was beside the accursed Leviathan that had woken her up from her combat-induced slumber, and it seemed it was hungry and anything but happy. "Kark it. Bring it on, fething make my day, I dare you." Silara shouted, although rather hoarsely. She had not yet gotten over the concussive force of the explosive rounds that been used to attempt to snipe her earlier, and the concussion from her fall was certainly not helping with the pounding headache she had been hammered with. As the massive beast rose back up, towering far above her, the Sith knew she was finished - there was no hope for her, no help that could come to her, and no allies that would be able to defeat the beast. Her resolve was that of a dying animal, one pushed into a corner, into a place of such discomfort that death and pain seemed infinitely more calming than running like some sort of coward from a beast even as awesome as this, as [member="Dralshy'a"]. Blinking away blood-stained tears, the apprentice clenched her fists tight, shut off her saber and tucked it away, and then put every ounce of willpower she had into running head-long into death's cold embrace - towards the Leviathan that would quickly destroy the fledgling without a second thought, and only hoped for some miracle of strength and fortune to intervene, for her to be given some saving grace by the power of the force, but now she knew - at long last - all of her ties, everything she had ever been impassioned for, loved, obsessed over, had abandoned her in her final moments, and she was ready to die. To die with dignity, fighting tooth and nail with something several thousand times her size.

Luck may have left her, but she would not back down.

Pulling the force in and around her, she began to accelerate with the power of force speed, leaping up from the ground using the propulsion of the force jump technique, and then utilized a gifted display of telekinesis to lift various amounts of rubble from beneath her to use as stepping stones to further lift herself towards the great beast. "I am not afraid!" Silara screamed, her body recalling the first time she'd felt real fear, the fear of death, of the time she had been struck by the electric surges of Force Lightning. Electricity arced through her arms, her eyes shimmering with tears as she flew towards the mid-section of the great Leviathan, like a shimmering arc of lightning. Thrusting her hands out she cried out in pain with her battle-cry, a wave of force lightning releasing from the tips of her fingers as her hands spread open towards the great and majestic beast while she, herself, hurtled towards it.

 

[Zac Grayson]

Again deleted because apparently I have no idea what is going on.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cinnigar
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Dar'jetti
Objective: Rescue


The warrior was still in the elevator and hearing the same music that kept on repeating over and over again, not even changing the rhythm or anything of the music. "Should've taken the stairs," Vilaz said to himself as he continued descending towards the ground. Finally, after waiting for arriving at the first floor of the building the Mandalorian heard a 'ding' and the doors of the elevator opened before him and the first floor of the building came to his eyes.

"Damn time I get here," and from the elevator the Mandalorian warrior ran and, eventually, exited out of the building as he went through a window of glass. It would reveal Vilaz's location via HUD and the window that he just crashed through. Both dual pistols were drawn out, his Beskad was in its sheath, the flamethrower hadn't been used at all, the mini concussion missile as well, and the ysalamir was still strapped on his back.

There were bodies everywhere, belonging to Sith, Mandalorians, Stormtroopers, vong, anything that was related to the Sith and Mandalorians. It seemed to Vilaz that some of the code were now retreating while others stayed and continued to fight. Vilaz was one of those that stayed and continued to fight until ordered to retreat.

There was a IFF tag that appeared on Vilaz's HUD and appeared on every Mandalorian's HUD that could see it which was a Mandalorian tag. And close to the tag there were other IFF tags in that area which didn't belong to any Mando'ade, but belonged to their foes. Setting his new primary location and objective Vilaz began running towards that direction, trying to avoid any mini skirmishes with other hostiles in the city.

[member=Preliat Mantis] [member=Darth Akron]

 

[Azrael]

Location: Flying above the Cinnagar Streets
Allies: Mando'ade
Squad: [member="Anastasia Rade"] | [member="Neskar A'toll"] | [member="Navio"]
Enemies: Dar'Jetti: [member="Darth Junra"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Vidar"] | [member="Melakoth Tyrin"]
Objective: Retain the hope of tomorrow (We're Done)


The grim disparity was all around him, and it had started to truly sink in how much they have given in the face of their original goal. When he had first looked upon the faded Mythosaur etching that rested now as the shoulder cap to his bionic arm, Azrael had thought of the virtues of the Mandalorian people. Their tenacity, their resolve, their undying courage. All of those traits were the stuff of legend. Now that he was a Mandalorian, and had been with the vode through thick and thin, serving and rallying his brothers and sisters into glorious war, another side of that coin had been revealed. The family of a Mandalorian was of such high importance that adoption and bloodline were one in the same to the vode. Azrael had been called by the Manda and brought into the fold from a life far distant from this battle ridden lifestyle. He would have had it no other way now, looking back as his hindsight was far clearer than the future of tomorrow. All he did know is that if this continued much longer, how many more Mandalorians would meet their grim fate on the destroyed and ruined streets of Cinnagar. His plan to strike once more was still well in the works, but he knew this was not a home streach. If this was to be accomplished, it would cost more than he was willing to sacrifice. He had already lost so much, they all had.

Roaring through the skies, the Field Marshal took a dive, as bright red and yellow streaks of energy surged onto the debris filled streets, tearing through permacrete and durasteel like it was paper, kicking up clouds of rock dust and soot in their path. Chunks of the broken streets risen by the Dark Side of the force shredded to pieces as Azrael came closer towards the epicenter of activity. The Sith were gathering under the command of the Dark One, and he aimed to put a bit of a wrench in their works with a tag-team assault. As the wave of light and sound passed with a massive roar - in the wake (and shrouded by the immense cloud of debris, a canister dropped from a few meters and rolled awkwardly to the ground. A nutrient tube containing a live Ysalamir contained in thick transparisteel slid into the area. It's five meter bubble in all directions removing the effects of the Force from all those in the area. Added onto this were several Force Breaker grenades, that once they hit the street, released their toxic cloud of gas that evenly spread out in a thick cloud to encompass the remaining Sith in the immediate vicinity. While the Ysalamir prevented interference with the drop, the force breaker gas would do the rest, keeping those affected without use of that enigmatic tide-shifting energy for a good four hours. Sweeping past, and still in air with his own spare nutrient tube riding along his back, Azrael banked hard and gave the signal.

"Let them burn!" His call went out to [member="Anija Ordo"] to light the dark army up with her payload while he began to jet from the vicinity and circle around. The plan was elegantly simple, but decisively brutal. His mind and attention though warranted another distraction as the might Leviathan he thought to be taken down by the collective power of the Sith Lords was rising, and roaring into action. No doubt, this time it would be far more aggressive and undaunted in its task to take every last life in its path and devour the souls thereof without warning. While it was a great distraction, and a formidable weapon, it was also blind in allegiance, and it would not spare the vode. Coupling that with Darth Junra's offer to the Mando'ade, he made a command decision as he rocketed through the air to draw his iron beast towards the figure of Darth Junra who he'd seen on the rooftops prior.

"Mando'ade...hear me.
This fight is over, their city is in ruins,
And our Mand'alor has fallen.
Leave these Sith where they lie,
And let them contend with the [member="Dralshy'a"] as they will.
We will not lose more vode to this reckoning.
Return to your ships, and exit while you still have breath."

The message broadcast to all the vode within their comm links. The call to retreat was at hand, and with Junra's previous statement, the Sith themselves were already ordered to allow the Mandalorians to leave this city and this planet. He however wasn't as trusting as some others would, and thus the approach to the Dark Lord on his steed. Azrael would have words with this entity before the day was through, but he didn't present an attack, simply a shielded presence from the Force and his battle droid who'd endured the fray with him as a faithful and sturdy steed. Repulsor's flared as he got within a few meters of the woman, hovering before her to speak his mind to the new face of the Dark Lord.

"You have taken family from me, and my people. For the Liberator, for my Father, and for my Brother you will pay in ways even your dark sorcery cannot comprehend. This day we leave from this destroyed and ruined city. You have seen us fight, you have seen the extent at which we are able to stand against your forces. Tonight you contend with the beast, but soon you will fall - like every other Sith before you. You have been measured Dark Lord, you have been weighed, and you have been found wanting."



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I want to thank each and everyone who has been in this invasion with us, from those that been here all month to those who just joined. A lot happened here, but this is where we have to call it. Mutually, our two factions need a break, and it's been decided to stop dragging this thread out. It is been (as observed) one of the longest invasions this board has seen, not by length, but by time. ​

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So thank you all, feel free to continue posting, but please follow your IC orders. You all did great. ​

 

[Anija Betna]

Location:Above Cinnagar Streets
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"] | [member="Azrael"]
Enemies: Dar'Jetti: [member="Darth Junra"] | [member="Darth Nephthys"] | [member="Darth Vidar"] | [member="Melakoth Tyrin"]
Objective: Bring the rain of fire

It was difficult to keep track of all that was going on. So much had changed in the course of only a minute or two. Her fingers clenched around the flight controls as she rolled her bes'uliik away from a chunk of flying debris. According to what sensors were still functioning, it came from one of the Sith on the roof. She was mostly successful, though the projectile did send her ship skuttling sideways for a moment. She grunted and wrenched the controls back the other way and manhandled the bes'uliik back on course.

Her vision continued to blur now and again, and the headache raged. She'd need to find a medic when this was over. Her thoughts whirled. Ordo dead. Gil dead. Mia also. a soft curse fell from her lips then. 'How many more would have to die to prove their point to the Sith?' Hopefully not many. They had lost far too many already, and it left an empty spot - a gaping emotional wound which made her chest ache.

As she banked back around, she heard the call over the comm for covering fire. At the edge of roof, she saw the evac shuttle approaching fast. Wit that knowledge, she carefully lined up with the roof to provide covering fire as the group with Ralize, Nolan, Kable and the others made for the evac shuttle. Once it had cleared the roof and began to pull away, she continued to lay down suppression fire as she circled. She knew it made her a very tempting target, but she had to keep the Sith on the roof from trying to go after the evacuees.

She looped up and away from the roof again. It was then that Azrael's call came over the Mandalorian frequency. With his words. she snap-rolled to the left and came around in a tight loop headed for the roof again, flying low and strafing the roof as she did so. As she neared the target zone, she checked the flame carpet warhead again. Primed and ready. She was a few dozen meters from the roof now. Pushing the fighter's speed a bit more, she listened to ANNE's range countdown. When it reached 1, she flipped the switch to arm the bomb, and then launched it.

Between the Ysalamiri and the Forcebreaker grenades, there was next to zero chance of it being diverted. As the bomb dropped away, she pulled up and away sharply, kicking in the booster as she did so. She had no intention of being anywhere near the blast radius. As she leveled out again, she realized her hands were shaking. Clenching and unclenching them for a moment, she tried to breathe. It wasn't easy, and she felt her lungs burn with the need for oxygen. When she could breath again, she turned to follow Azrael and Arrbi Betna away from the collapsed building, quickly gaining altitude into the atmosphere.


[[EXIT]]

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[member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Darth Nephthys"], et al: I would remind you all, that not only is there a force null bubble on the roof, my ship is still surrounded by one as well. As such, you wouldn't be able to directly affect the warhead.

 

[Grozurra]

Location: Outside McYoda's
Allies: [member="Shaw McKeller"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Acarus"] / [member="Aeon Caedus"], [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"], [member="The Hydra Queen"]

Lightning rocked the Limo. Headlights flickered on and off and the vehicle dipped several meters in high as power systems struggled to deal with the electricity that coursed through its systems and wrapped around its metallic hull. Those inside were safe from the electricity, for now, as the EMP shielding of the vehicle absorbed much of the blow. Automatic weaponry continued to pour from the vehicle at the target inside the building. Taking matters into their own volition, the soldiers within let loose an even greater assault against the Sith targets nearby.

A volley of Incendiary Grenades launched from the limo at the McYoda's building. Bright fire erupted into existence and began to engulf the building as high caliber, energy enveloped bullets tore through the civilian structure. A duo of soldier with Missile Launchers appeared above the limo, peaking up from the sunroof's that adorned the top of the vehicle. Each aimed at the Firebreather warbeasts that marched through an army of Mando and Sith forces and fired a volley of four missiles each. The contrails raced through the air as anti-tank warheads raced to reach their targets, one missile heading for each of the massive creatures.

Grozurra continued to extend his senses through the force. He watched nerve endings and synapses fire as [member="Kezeroth the Hateful"] withstood the effects of the Shock Grenades. His mind raced along the neural pathways of the creature until he finally found his target. The creature's reproductive organs. A small smirk played at the corner of the wookiee's lips. Was the creature injured at some point? Perhaps a cloning accident? Maybe a disease picked up from a vacation on Zeltron? Regardless of the cause, Grozurra believed that he had found the reason for the Pauldrons of Compensation.

Focusing his attention solely on the right-most of the sensitive reproductive organs, Grozurra held out his hands before him. The smirk spread into a smile as the wookiee slowly began closing open palms into fists. With the Force as his tool, Grozurra attempted to crush the sensitive organ that he now focused on.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: The desolate streets of Cinnagar
Objective: Fight the powah
Allies: The One Sith, the Hrosha-Gul, [member="Darth Nephthys"]
Enemies: The United Mandalorian Clans, [member="Anija Ordo"]

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


Vornskr thundered onto the field of battle, his crimson blade now lit as he deflected several shots that had either strayed from their intended path or were meant for him, whichever one proved true he still deflected them away from his body with expertly delivered swipes of his saber. Behind him surged forth a company of Blackblade soldiers wielded not energy weapons, but rather an assortment of heavy-duty slugthrowers and sonic weaponry to better deal with the Mandalorian's fabled armor. Other than that, Vornskr simply added his own strength to the battle that was already being waged prior to his and Neph's arrival, both of them acting as the metaphorical hammer to break the Mandalorian's defenses and drive them into the ground. Vornskr became well aware of the use of the dreaded Force Breaker grenades spewing across the battlefield, and with his extensive experience with such a weapon he began to hold in his breath with the Breath Control technique.

It was then that Vornskr became aware of the ship that had roared across the skies, and on pure soldier instinct he acted.

He rolled to his right to take cover behind the crumbling permacrete awning of a nearby store, and managed to narrowly avoid the blaster fire from the heavens that tore up the street where he had previously been moments before. His soldiers were not as lucky, and many of them were cut to ribbons by the streaks of energy from above, their dying screams muffled by the high whine of a starfighter's engine. Vornskr poked his head out from below the awning, and kept his gaze fixated intently on the ship soaring above them, and as the fearful gusts screamed across the land he became aware of what the ship was about to drop upon them.

This was eerily familiar to what Vornskr had faced and weathered before on the mountain planet, and it once again came from the same people he fought on that day. Rolling back out into the open he reached out both hands towards the heavens, his lightsaber now reclipped to his belt, and he began to exert his telekinetic will upon the warhead that was coming down upon them. It would take a great effort of exertion and concentration in order to pull this off, and luckily Vornskr's greatest strength was his mind.

He sent out a quick telepathic plea to his battle-sister, and he hoped she would know what to do now as he brought the warhead to a slow crawl, if not a complete stop.