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

[Alan]

Location: Cinnagar Streets
Enemies: [member="Darth Vindica"] and his stupid lightning
Allies: I think everyone left
Objectlve: #Icutbrakes



Tracyn simply had to turn his powerful wrist to block the incoming strike to his chest, but was unprepared for what came next. Torrents of lightning ripped through his body, arching a painful path through his body. It ripped his nerves apart, and singed his flesh and his hair on his body. He whipped his arm around, catching the lightning back in the orange blade. It had been too late to avoid the brunt of the attack, but quick enough to avoid a more horrible fate. He knew the pain would come not now- but in horrible quantities later.


The outstretched hand. And with that, Tracyn put his hand out, and went to flip Marcus over his shoulder, the most basic of Teras Kasi moves- and among the most painful if it landed the blow. He felt the lightning course through the body, but the opportunity to conduct such a move ner came about. If landed, Marcus would find himself in a lot of pain- and give Tracyn some breathing room.

 

[Muad Dib]

LOCATION: Lower levels
ALLIES: n/a
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Mierin"]
OBJECTIVE: Retreat, kill dar'jetii if possible

Rolling over he raised his gauntlet and looked at the command to fall back coming in. A snarl covered his face as he punched in a code to transmit to any mando'ad in the area. "Building rigged to blow. Count down in ten." His eyes fell onto the sith lying nearby and anger washed over him. The desire to fight and battle until either she lay dead or he did.

But already the seconds were ticking by so he gathered his legs and ran from the room. The sith surely knew his departure was not in fear for burning at the forefront of his mind was a promise of their own reckoning, and in the not too distant future.

'7'

His feet driving him forward as he wove between the next room of cubicles.

'6'

He hurdled a desk and pushed through the door into the hall.

'5'

He bounced against the wall, his armor jarring him inside, he picked up speed as his armored soles smacked on the linoleum.

'4'

He rounded a corner and slid to a stop. A window at the end of the hall was his exit, but at his feet was a fallen vod.

'3'

He grabbed the belt and swung the man up to his shoulder with a grunt as he moved for the window.

'2'

He was halfway to the window as the vod on his back groaned.

'1'

He was out of time so he dove forward and activated the thrusts in his boot to carry him through the window.

KABOOM

As the window shattered, pieces of glass flying in all direction from the impact, the level behind Atin mirrored it in kind. The floor blew sending debris and a shockwave out in a flash that shoved the to mandalorians into the building exterior next door. The impact broke several of Atin's ribs and knocked his head into the wall. Then the two men fell, scraping down the outside of the wall.

Twenty feet below the hit a walkway and collapsed. His ears were ringing and he threw up down the plates on his chest, thankful for once he wasn't wearing his buy'ce. Standing he watched as portions of the building he had just left fell in upon itself. Shaking his head he swooned and nearly fell as the disorientation of a concussion almost got to him. Blood ran down his nose and out his ears as he pulled the other mando to his shoulder. He stifled a scream of pain as he felt his busted ribs shift.

Reaching to his left gauntlet he pressed a few buttons then felt the needles pierce his wrist delivering nausea meds, adrenaline, and pain killer into his vein. Squinting his eyes he began climbing the steps until finally they reached the roof. As he leaned over the ledge and rolled both their bodies to the surfac of the roof he looked around and located a shuttle swooping over their location with it's ramp lowering.

Grunting again as he shoulder the vod he moved and met the ramp tossing his ally up with his right arm then hopping to the foot of the ramp gripping a hand hold on one of the hydraulics and pointed to the neighboring roof tops. "We have more over there that need a ride."

As the ship moved for the appointed roof Atin began to search for [member="Chloe Kandossii"]

 

[Darth Morgoth]

Location Cinngar streets
Allies Sith Darth Vidar Darth Nephthys
Enimies Mandos Titan
Odjectives Kill Titan and help Darth Vidar

A laser blasted past Melkor, the Mandalorian was a good shot but his vsion was limited. Then a burst of laser fire came out. Melkor ducked and took a laser to his back the rest missing him. Kneeling Melkor smiled he knew what he would do next. Reaching out right hand he focused on the amor of the mando scum, then he squeezed his fist closed. His left hand was wavering and the whirlwind hand become a simple dust storm. He could feel the dark tendrils of power crushing th suit. If the barbaric warrior did not escape soon he would be crushed by his own suit of scrap metal.

 

[Marcus Faust]

Location: Cinnigar Streets
Allies: ZE DARK SIDE
Enemies: [member="Tracyn"]
Objective: #stillnobrakes

Fuck. As Traycn whipped Vindica over his shoulder the assassin cursed at himself for lowering his guard to Tera Kasi, the very thing that had bested him the last time. He would not make that mistake again. As he slammed into the dirt and cringed in pain he managed to make an attempt to get Traycn into the dirt by hammering at his back with a force push. Grunting, the Sith raised himself up to his feet, enraged to the highest degree.

Behind the mask the mental war which usual took place had been silenced, he was devoted to this fully, even if Maria wasn't. It was oddly serene, he only found solace from the chaos of his own mind in two places, with the Dark Lord, and in war, somehow the mayhem soothed him, kept him stable, stable enough that he could truly let loose.

 

[Not Ordo]

Enemies: [member="Arturious Engel"] [member="Darth Sinna"] other stuffs
Allies: dirt?
Objective: Do Stuff until peeps get bored
Location: the ground

DRALSHY'A MOVED A HUGE LEG FORWARD TO TRY AND SWAT THE STRANGE THING THAT RAN AT HIM. HIS EYES LOCKED ON TO HER AND HE DID THE STRANGEST THING...HE HAD A THOUGHT.

'SMELLS LIKE NUNA.' A VOICE IN HIS HEAD SAID, WHICH WAS STRANGE.

HE SLAMMED HIS HUGE TAIL INTO ANOTHER BUILDING FILLING THE AIR WITH THE SOUND OF CRASHING GLASSTEEL AND DURACRETE. HE ROARED AT THE GIRL THING AS HE TRIED TO SWAT HER. HE BEGAN GETTING SHOT FROM THE SIDES...WHICH DIDN'T REALLY HURT BUT WAS KIND OF ANNOYING. UNSURE OF WHAT WAS HAPPENING HE OPTED FOR THE ONLY OPTION HE SAW AND DECIDED HE WOULD EAT THEM TOO. HIS HEAD TURNED TOWARD ONE GROUP OF THINGS WITH SHOOTY THINGS IN THEIR HANDS AND OPENED HIS MOUTH FIRING A HUGE CONE OF BLUE ENERGY AT THEM. HE MAY HAVE HAD ANOTHER THOUGHT THEN BUT IT COULD HAVE BEEN INDIGESTION HE WASN'T SURE.

 

[Arturious Engel]

Location: Objective bravo
Objective: Survive

Allies: [member="Darth Sinna"]

Enemies: [member="Dralshy'a"]

Equipment and NPCS: Approximately 250 Sith Troopers/ 150 alive/ 100 KIA

Armor: all are wearing http://starwarsrp.ne...nfantry-armour/

Weapons: Arturous is carrying a standard red blade single hilt light saber. NPCS are carrying http://starwarsrp.ne...er/#entry514361


Arturious cursed leaping out of the way of the blue energy his mind screaming a thousand different as he armor suddenly got painfully hot from the heat of the blast. The sounds of over a dozen screams filled his ears as his Troops were not quite as fast being consumed by the beast's blast.

Arturious shot bolt after bolt at the beast screaming in anger.

"Come on you over grown rug." "Fight me."

 

[Nyos Val]

Location: Cinnegar Streets

Enemies: [member="Darth Vidar"] [member="Darth_Morgoth"]


After hurling the bolder, the giant pulled the Reaver in front of him when he looked back and saw the rock coming back. He tried to get out of the way by spinning, but he hadn't seen it soon enough. It skipped of his back, but not before it broke a few ribs. There came a below from the soldier.

Kneeling from the pain, Deimos propped the Reaver on his upper leg and fired the repeater in a medium burst in the direction the bolder had entered.

Location: Streets

Enemies: [member="Darth_Morgoth"]

The large soldier watched the whirlwind dissipate as the Sith must have stopped the 'spell' in order to redirect the bolder. The Sith must have taken all but one shot from the burst of the repeater, meaning he must look like swiss cheese, and must be reaching out in the last ditch effort to crush Deimos and stay breathing, which should be easier to do now with tons more air getting into his body than previous attempts to inhale oxygen. The Goliath felt his armor start to tighten around his body, but was able to move enough to his feet as he must have succeeded in taking out the Sith, seeing as the Reaver had kicked up more dust, he couldn't quite see his enemy any longer. The behemoth turned and marched heavily away into the chaos of the battle and off to find a ship to take him off world...

[Exit Scene Up, Up, and Away]

 

[Imperius]

Location: Streets

On a ruined city street, Death Watch troops had taken up positions in the surrounding buildings, cutting down any Mandalorian troops that strayed into their line of fire. Imperius himself surveyed the slaughter from a rooftop with a pair of electrobinoculars. A team of One Sith technicians had just completed the process of setting up a communications array. Strolling over, Imperius decided to contact his master via audio-link. ''My master, my forces and I have set up a forward command post as you instructed. These pathetic excuses for Mandalorians arn't proving much of a problem, do you have any further orders? Or I shall I continue to fortify my current position?''

[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Quinn Vos]

[member="Jaden Taacyn"]

Jaden would be right to question the beast's loyalty. The only thing keeping it from crushing the Kiffar-woman was the like-sided darkness it sensed within. Giant-maw opened with razor-sharpened teeth as it released a bellow with enough oomph behind it to knock over starships, aimed for the incoming mando and its rider.

One of its tentacled-arms came up and took the brunt of the missile-attacks, half of it falling off in a burnt and smoldering stump. The remaining arms went in a series of strikes to pound the mando and beast to ground or snatch them up as an afternoon-snack. Anticipatory-saliva dripped from its mouth and splattered Quinn's muddy-brown hair in a thick, glob.

She grimaced.

With a jolt, she found herself hovering over a crumbled rooftop. She sent a strong, mental command embedded with the darkside.

Release me.

A second later, her half saliva-soaked body landed in the rubble.

 

[Charlyn Nairne]

The explosion caught Chloe off guard and sent her down to her butt. Even though she was hurt the woman's thoughts did not go to that in the slightest. She was much more worried about where Atin was. After all that had happened today she couldn't lose him as well. No more deaths, she couldn't handle that.

Standing up she scanned for him as she helped fallen vod whom she couldn't nor wouldn't pass up just because she had lost her husband. The woman knew that he was very resourceful but still she couldn't help but worry about him. She couldn't do it alone, she needed him.

As the ship landed to pick up more survivors she looked up to see a familiar face. She wished to run to him right now and jump in his arms but instead she helped others up and began the trek to get out of here.

[member="Atin Kandossii"]

 

[Muad Dib]

When he laid eyes on Chloe he felt a rush of relief, then another wave of nausea. But he shook it off and grabbed arms pulling men and women up into the bay. As the fit and wounded filled the bay he kept his eye on his wife, especially when incoming fire began to ping the hull. As the group of vode slid inside he leaned out looking to see if that was it.

"Come on cyar'ika. Time to go home." He held out his arm for his wife to grasp and climb on up for their extraction. They were reinforcements but the order to regroup and depart the planet was in and Atin was ready.

[member="Chloe Kandossii"]

 

[Alan]

[member="Darth Vindica"] launched Tracyn into the air, slamming his body into the dirt. Tracyn minimized the impact by hitting his armored arms first, but due to his lack of chest armor, and more of the sort of 'heavy padding' that he was wearing, Tracyn felt the familiar rolling and tumbling for a moment. Tracyn stood up however, and drew on the light side at his fingertips, and shot the orange blade out just a fraction of the way further.


And then, he came at Marcus, like a whirlpool of every opposite thing about him. He moved quickly and deliberately towards him, his feet never remaining on the ground for too long. His stride was long and powerful, and his legs taught with intent to move. His mind was clear, unlike Marcus who had long ago lost himself in the darkness, but was now feeding on the mayhem and chaos around them. Mandalorians were beginning to retreat, but Tracyn still had business.


Business at the end of the lightsaber.


Tracyn's left foot came forward, and he spun around on it, providing a powerful horizontal slash. However, this was not the intent. Marcus only had a few options, block or move, and moving was going to be considerably harder for him. So, Tracyn curled his left hand, the one that did not hold the lightsaber, into a fist. And as soon as he felt the blade move towards Marcus, he was ready to provide a quick, but effective, fist blow to the gut.


"Some Sith Lord you are."


Perhaps it'd be better to avoid the taunts, thanks to the fact that he ran on anger and he didn't.

 

[Pa'Kar Sang]

The roar shook him to his core, he could feel his war droid vibrate beneath him, the metal creaking and groaning beneath the strain of its high-boost engines and the force of the shockwave. The Bes'uliik spun out of control, unable to push against the mighty call of the green mass of tentacles.

<Karking Hell...> Luckily for him, the force of the bellow had thrown him out of range of the tentacles, though he was incredibly disoriented now. <Where is that woman...?> He scanned for her in the rubble, unable to spot her in the dense smog of war and embers. An order came loud over the com, the first time he had stopped to listen to the coms in a long while.

A retreat order? Cursing under his breath, he pulled the droid up and away. He was running low on fuel anyways.
[member="Quinn Vos"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

[member="Tracyn"]

Moving was hard, too hard, as sabers clashed precognition stepped in. And Traycn's words only hastened him. The blow for his stomach was caught at Traycn's wrist, the Sith utilizing his force enhanced strength to hold it then make an attempt to wretch the hand aside as he fired a knee into the Jedi's abdominal region. "This world is ours Traycn, you've lost." He roared as he increased the pressure of his saber against Traycn's even though both held on with one hand.

His eyes remained narrowed behind his mask, even as sparks flew from the collision of orange and crimson blades, hissing wildly in the wake of contact. This fight was seperate from the war waging on around them, Traycn and Marcus were in a war of their own.

 

[Alan]

Tracyn had no real powers to speak of in the force, except in one area- applications to his body. So, resisting [member="Darth Vindica"]'s grip was not as difficult. The knee came up and scraped his stomach, but Tracyn found a beneficial fact when Darth Vindica tried to knee him. Typically speaking, a knee strike was effective when the opponent was in a clinch.


"I lost nothing. You all just survived the Mandalorians. They'll be back- and you won't survive a second time."


Tracyn launched his shoulder into the chest of Marcus, and then, put one foot behind Marcus' other foot, the one that had not launched from the ground. Pressing his weight into his shoulder strike, he hoped to slam Marcus onto the ground. He had to do this while maintaining the lightsaber lock, which, also was in the same situation as their fights. An unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.


"You and I both know you're not leaving here unchanged, Marcus."

 

[Ellie Mors]

Location: [member="Dralshy'a"]
Allies: [member="Arturious Engel"]
Enemies: [member="Dralshy'a"]
Objective: Show that Womp Rat what smells like Nuna.

Silara was amazed by how quick and agile a monstrous creature such as a Leviathan was, which only made it all the more intimidating as she extended her forward leap quite a bit more and landed on the shoulder of the creature when it had glanced away, narrowly avoiding the swatting motions it had employed while batting at her. Although she seemed to be in the clear for a hazardous moment, the deafening sounds of explosions and artillery fire along with the sudden jerking of the behemoth had made her acutely aware that there was another group raining fire and brimstone on her and the leviathan. "These whelps are trying to tarnish my pride." She thought as she stood up on the beast's back and made a run up towards the base of its neck, electricity beginning to shimmer and spark around her fingertips as she neared her desired location. "Oi! Dralshy'a! How do you taste when fried? Like Nuna?" The Blonde shouted, perhaps completing the most stupid of phrases in her entire life, as she released a flow of force lightning into the base of the creature's neck, hoping to dear Force that it didn't roll over.

 

[Soeht]

Eventually, the Mandalorians had begun their retreat. Darth Junra’s form stood alone at the top of a building as the last few skirmishes continued. Dralshy’a continued its rampage in the far distance.

The woman closed her eyes. Her body twitched. Strength faded. She dropped to her knees. Her eyes reopened - revealing cold blue rather than crimson and black. Darth Junra had reawakened.

Weakened by the experience she just had, Darth Junra placed her hands on the ground and stayed on her knees just by the strength of her upper body. She grew heavy in breath. Eventually, she began to cough with some dry heaves. Vomiting was inevitable.

Alone, Darth Junra took the time to recover before diligently returning to the duty to pushing the remnants of the Mandalorians off world.

 

[Arturious Engel]

Location: Objective bravo
Objective: Survive

Allies: [member="Darth Sinna"]

Enemies: [member="Dralshy'a"]

Equipment and NPCS: Approximately 250 Sith Troopers/ 150 alive/ 100 KIA

Armor: all are wearing http://starwarsrp.ne...nfantry-armour/

Weapons: Arturious is carrying a standard red blade single hilt light saber. NPCS are carrying http://starwarsrp.ne...er/#entry514361

Arturious turned and looked at his fellow sith with a chuckle at her words. She was either incredibly insane or the second bravest person he had ever seen. Arturious was not sure which but at this point it did not matter what matter was taking down the beat before it killed or destroyed everything in it's path.


Leaping forward Arturious landed beside her and laughed.

"Trying to get yourself killed or just bored?" "Never mind don't answer that."

Arturious unleashed a blast of lightening of his own to match hers with the hope it would do some good as he spoke.

"You know we could just call in an air strike on this thing and call it a day." "Just a thought."

 

[Marcus Faust]

[member="Tracyn"] "The Mand'alor is dead, the troops of your comrades lie broken and dead, these people are admirabe warriors Tracyn, but they have lost. It is only a matter of time before they fall in line. You've seen it on Coruscant, Alderaan, and so many other worlds, you've seen how this ends." The Sith Lord replied firmly as the shoulder brought him to the ground. Their sabers held as Marcus stared up for a moment and sighed, then came the rage. Angling his saber to the side, he cut the ignition and and punched. His fist, propelled by the force and his own natural strength was meant to strike Tracyn in the face with the armored strike. Hopefully it would propel Tracyn off of him, because the force of the blow would literally crush his saber within his hand if it made contact.

Then it would become hand to hand sort of, he had a plan for Tracyn's saber.

 

[Alan]

Tracyn couldn't really do much with the saber. He had to make a choice, a quick and decisive one. So, he flicked his hands, and his lightsaber went up, up, and away, clanging on the ground far away enough that he wouldn't be able to make a plan to go get it anytime soon. Facial strikes. Outstretched hands. His arms went up in a X pattern, trapping the fist up in the upper most quadrant of the X, and moving it upwards.


"I did not earn my Mastery in my skills through rank or kissing ass, Marcus."


His armored hands shot upwards, most likely also bringing Marcus' hands up in the air with them. For a moment, there was silence, a tense silence that lasted the spaces between seconds. Tracyn lived in those, formulating, plotting, planning, and finally, executing. Tracyn's hands came down in force, his left hand turning horizontally and chopping at his ribcage, his hand flat and the side of his hand going to strike. His other hand went to grasp Marcus' by the wrist that was attached to the lightsaber, his right hand clenching down on the skin with his crushgaunt adorned fists. If successful, he would pin the man's arm behind his back and offer some nasty follow-up groundwork.


[member="Darth Vindica"]