Invasion The Return : The Battle of Mandalore [TN Invasion of TSE Mandalore]

Imperius · Feb 22, 2020

Imperius looked out, waiting for The archangel to arrive where it was needed. Many had questioned his decision when he had taken the Ship as his transport; yet nobody seemed to realise that it was just that- a transport. It was fast, it was durable, it would get him to where he was needed. His ship did not need a battery of lasers or a group of torpedoes- after all, its only purpose was to carry the ultimate weapon. He,Imperius, was enough to win a war. After all, the emperor was the hand of change; and Imperius was ready to be wielded.
“How long, captain?” Imperius was not known for his patience. He was not born for ship battle. He was not used to attacking enemies from far away. No, the ship would do it’s job, get him in front of the enemy army- and the battle would be won.
“We will have reached our destination in 13 minutes, my lord.” The captain was quick and to the point. Good. It showed that He had learned his lesson.
It was time to prepare. Glory and battle awaited.

Mig Gred · Feb 22, 2020

Location: Ka’pruni.
Objective: Blow the mine.
Allies: The Network and allies. K Kaine Australis

Adenn Kyramud

Stardust Solus Skirae
Enemies: TSE and allies,

Cara Dorniarn
Gear: In bio

Mig directed his vod, pointing out some key areas. The group split into three pairs, with Mig being by himself. The group started off, ready to try and blow up the mines and look for slaves. As they walked off, Mig could sense something. Something dark. Cold. A Sith. He walked towards the main building, charges and weapons ready. He had to keep them from the others. He walked slowly up, avoiding droids, but not everyone was so lucky.

A railgun ripped through the armor of one of the two Mandalorians investigating an outer building. The survivor yelled at the droid, she opened fire and quickly jumped behind cover. "Lancers! They have Lancers!" Another call then came in. "Scourges too! Eat particle bolts clanker!" Thuds and pows of blasters, slug throwers, and scattershots going off. Mig knew this would be tough, but he honestly wasn't expecting that. At least one group hadn't called out droids yet. Maybe they were lucky.

He finally found the main building though, and found it surrounded by troops. Great.... He sighed, leaping up to the roof of a nearby building before Seeing the main building, and spotting the Sith thanks to his cybernetic eye. He jumped down, igniting the lightsaber edges of his weapon. "Let's hope this dar'jetii's willing to just leave." He said to himself as he eyed her through his visor. He know she'd fight. The Sith didn't give up power easy, but he was hear for his people. For those that had been slaughtered. For more then just the Mandalorians that had felt the Sith's wrath. He was there to help start a pushing back.

Karina Lowe Legacy · Feb 22, 2020

AND THE DARKNESS RAINED UPON THEM.
Command-Sergeant Karina Lowe
Location: Ka'pruni Mine
Allies: TSE,

Cara Dorniarn
Enemies: TN,

Mig Gred
Objective: Secure mines against Mandalorian incursion

A cold and bitter wind swept across the barren waste around the Ka'pruni pits, carrying with it dark, coarse particles. Grit that clung to clothes and hair, that nestled in the crags and lines of skin, a constant stream of dirt and dust so ubiquitous and constant as to be entirely unavoidable, covering Sith soldiers and poor, wretched miners alike.

Fruitlessly, Karina wiped her face, succeeding only to smear the filth further across her cheeks, and turned back to look over the path they'd trodden through the dead, powdery earth. From here, you could see the toxic slag pits that surrounded the nearby refineries, the pyramidal piles of waste rock and earth dotting the mine sites, and the distant smokestacks belching their foul gasses into the yellowed sky. Beyond that, there was only the wastes, the irradiated earth, and the bombed out ruins.

A few figures lurched around the entrance to the mine site, emaciated and hopeless, each one so covered in filth that it seemed as if at any moment they might stumble, lose their footing, and simply fall into the lifeless earth, coated as they were they in the grey-black dust.

Above, the battle raged, with Karina dutifully keeping track as the Mandalorian militias railed desperately against the Sith defences, coming in droves all across the system. Here, on Moridinae, the fighting was fierce, conflicts were igniting all across the devastated planet, and up above, in orbit, ships were burning, sending out burst of plasmatic fire as they scrambled to meet each other in the black expanse.

Here, at the mine, it was as silent as the grave. Nothing moved, no snipers took potshots from their hidden nests, no war droids tore them apart, nobody even lifted their head as her Sith-Imperial patrol trudged past.

There was no hope here. Not even anger. The people held only a bitter resentment, and an inevitable, crushing understanding that this, this toxic wasteland, this was their new reality. Their only reality.

Karina looked away and keyed her comms, hoping that the signal would penetrate far enough into the mines to reach

Cara Dorniarn , down below.

<: "Command-Sergeant Lowe reporting. Seems like security has been lax. By our best estimate, we believe there's at least two-dozen people in the Ka'pruni tunnels that have not presented proper identification." :>

With the Mandalorian attack, workers that had not been accounted for were a concern, and would have to be addressed. But, as Karina and her squad turned around to trudge back down the hill towards the mine entrance, she wondered if it was worth even bothering to check IDs.

Why would anyone, Mandalorian or otherwise, want to come to a place like this?

Scherezade deWinter · Feb 22, 2020

It was radio silence. No one was answering her regarding where the damn turkeys of war were. Scherezade shook her hand, trying to get the communicator to maybe magically start working. Perhaps someone had answered but her stuff was just malfunctioning? But no. No matter what she did, there was no answer incoming.

"Gobble?" she asked out loud, wondering if there was some sort of battle cry that she could give in order to unlock the doors to turkeys that… Wait, what if the turkeys of war had been there the entire time, but the Sith, while occupying the planet, had neglected them, causing the poor flightless birds to die of starvation, eating each other, thinking back to days in which they were the dinosaurs that roamed the planet?!

It was a horrible thing to think about! Sure, Scherezade was a Sith, she had no qualms about murdering innocents, killing fertile women, punching old people in the face… Mostly she didn't do it because there wasn't any fun or challenge in it, but she wasn't exactly opposed to any of it out of this or other fake ideology that came with an on/off button.

But torture an animal? Aww hell no!

Animals were meant to be free, or to be groomed, to be treated well, and to be made as friggin happy as they could be before you slaughtered them and gobbled them up. That was the true path, the true way, and anything else was inherently wrong.

With a sigh and a shake of the head, the Sithling threw another handful of cheese cubes into her mouth, thinking the situation once more, when a voice from behind her called her kitty.

Scherezade turned around, her eyes befalling a person she had never seen before. It wasn't hard to sense the Darkside rolling off of him. Even a Force Dead person should've easily been able to do that. Still chewing on her cheese, her nostrils moved ever so gently, and she inhaled – not, with her physical nose. No. This was quickly becoming a battle zone, and the last thing anyone ever wanted to do in a battle zone was to breathe it in. These sort of places tended to reek. Especially if there were rotten war turkey carcasses nearby.

No. What she was doing, was taking his scent through the Force. A Blood Hound, there were many things that the blood that ran in people's veins told Scherezade. Never enough, of course, because why would a single sniff ever reveal enough, but there was still plenty. For example, having known from before what Sephi smelled like, she knew that this was what he was. But… That was not all it was, was it? There were more things mingled in there, things that had a scent that left Scherezade clueless.

And then there was that whole lightsaber business.

Scherezade shook her head, swallowed, and smiled.

"Cheese cubes?" she offered, holding the paper bag up to him.

Before he could reach her though, the weapons that had decorated her body, that had made her look like she had enough on her to arm a small village, and a few more that had been magically concealed beneath the body tight green armor, all slide away from her. Seventeen blades in total, not counting the two lightsaber hilts that she had yet to grab and ignite, and many of them completely different from each other in length, weight, and special abilities. She controlled them all through telekinesis, something that she had devoted so many of her waking and breathing hours into since the day she had come out of that stupid pebble, adding more and more as time progressed while maintaining near perfect finesse and control.

And all seventeen pointy bits were aimed at the tall elf, ready to turn him into a fishing net if he wanted more than just cheese cubes. Safety was always paramount. If he turned out to be wielding that lightsaber just for his own personal protection, her seventeen blades could easily return to where they'd been a moment ago.

"Hey mister," she asked, smiling, "do you know what happened to the war turkeys of Mandalore?"

Imperius · Feb 22, 2020

Imperius said:
Imperius looked out, waiting for The archangel to arrive where it was needed. Many had questioned his decision when he had taken the Ship as his transport; yet nobody seemed to realise that it was just that- a transport. It was fast, it was durable, it would get him to where he was needed. His ship did not need a battery of lasers or a group of torpedoes- after all, its only purpose was to carry the ultimate weapon. He,Imperius, was enough to win a war. After all, the emperor was the hand of change; and Imperius was ready to be wielded.
“How long, captain?” Imperius was not known for his patience. He was not born for ship battle. He was not used to attacking enemies from far away. No, the ship would do it’s job, get him in front of the enemy army- and the battle would be won.
“We will have reached our destination in 13 minutes, my lord.” The captain was quick and to the point. Good. It showed that He had learned his lesson.
It was time to prepare. Glory and battle awaited.

posts: 1
kit: anti-personnel hrenades, everything mentioned in bio
riding: Tuk'ata-class Sith-Imperial Interceptor, inside The Archangel
objective: primary: capacitation of enemy personnel regardless of hostility displayed

Isaiah Priest · Feb 22, 2020

Location: Gilaad's Homestead
Company:

Arador Khan

One arm wrapped around the rutan twi’lek that shared the bed with him, Gilaad was perfectly at peace. Hat tilted forward and over his eyes to block out the sunlight, the dar’manda’s chest rose and fell. The clang of something crashing to the floor in the distance caused the Mandalorian to begin to stir, and as his eyes opened he looked upon a dark figure that stood above him. Head tilting slightly, one narrowed eye peeking from beneath the hat Gilaad watched as the figure lowered a hand to his chest.

The second that followed was one that set the warrior to jerking in bed, a stream of yells and curses escaping the hunter’s lips. Shooting out of bed and rising to his feet, bare form illuminated in the sunlight Gilaad eyed the figure. Vision and other senses having quickly returned after the wake up call allowed the soldier to look upon the cyborg that was Arador. “Are you karking kidding me?! Here? Now?! Can I not get rid of you for a single week?”

Looking over his shoulder to the bed and taking note of the twi’lek woman who’d skirted to the far end of the bed holding the blanket to her form to cover herself. Looking between the woman and cyborg, Gilaad pinched the bridge of his nose trying to calm himself. “Illya, leave I have business to attend to.”

“My names not Illya! Who’s Illya?!” The twi’lek woman shouted what bit of meagerness she had quickly giving way to rage.

Rolling his eyes, and raising a finger to Arador to signal a pause in their conversation. Eyes locked on the blue-skinned human, the hunter’s voice stayed even yet the words carried emphasis, and warning behind them. “I highly suggest you grab your clothes and get the kark out my house.”

Hazel eyes didn’t leave the figure as she left the bedchambers as quickly as her feet could carry her. “I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave.” The hunter said with an audible chuckle.

Moving to his closet, the mercenary opened it and began reaching in to dress himself and dawn the Mandalorian armor that sat within its confines. The silver sheen of the mandalorian creation seemed to shine with a unique brilliance on the day, partly because Gilaad had finally cleaned it. “Just what type of job did you find for us Arador? Also you better not have broken my door again, I just got that thing replaced.”

Darth Sephi · Feb 22, 2020

Objective - Kill the Blood Hound.
Tag:

Scherezade deWinter

A literal menagerie of blades floated through the sky - coming out of who knew what holes in Scherezade’s armor; but where was the fun in guessing? Sephi made the mental note that a lightsaber would do well to poke a few more holes in that armor of hers - and a grin swept across his lips. Fanged teeth flashed, and malice became more obvious than it already was.

Sephi’s smell was more akin to cologne that was too strong; muddling the Dark Side with hints of orange, bitters, and the ever constant musk of a man exuding danger. His eyes danced across the blades she floated before him - and his quietly mouthed a ‘Wow’ before igniting his own blade.

“Those are… Impressive.”, he idled, before offering a sharp, and low whistle.

Yet he paused for a second, glancing away from both her blades and her. His nose took in the smell, deliberately letting the ‘reek’ of battle fill his nostrils like an chef appreciating his work. Lost in that sense, he seemed in bliss before turning back to her, his eyes narrowed with intent, even realization.

“Is that my son, I smell on you?”, Sephi seemed to tease out of her. His gaze wandered to the ring on her finger, and his grin only grew.

“... It is. How cute.”

Sephi laughed something harsh - only for her to realize he was suddenly a lot closer than he was before; well within range of her blades, even for a passive fist to reach out and touch his cheek. The massive elf, made only taller by his horns, looked more akin to a demon from Chaos than a Sith before her -

“Boo.”, he whispered.

And his blade came upwards to strike the Blood Hound down; cutting from her leg to her shoulder in a lightning fast display of his prowess. Thousands of years of combat in the Nether, hundreds more before that during the Old Republic; and here he stood before Scherezade deWinter, the personification of Death.

And hell followed with him.

Avernus · Feb 22, 2020

Post: 2
Location: Little Keldabe
Objective: Put an end to whatever nonsense is going on.
Equipment: Lightsaber, Armor that has been made superfluously flashy with gold paint and embossings, and a bright purple cloak for further ostentation.
Nearby Allies:

Vandra Zambrano ,

Raya Najwa Zambrano
Nearby Enemies: R Reyn Australis

Avernus picked up speed as the sounds of combat echoed off of the primitive architecture of Little Keldabe and down the dusty streets to meet his ears. Beside him, the two cloaked automatons adjusted their artificial stride to match his speed. In his mind, he wasn't sure of what was happening but he knew something was going down. In his feelings, however, the dark side told him all he needed to know. The feelings of anger, fear, anxiety, desperation, and confidence that he could feel from beyond his own mind made him understand.

This was far from the work of a just few insurgents. This was an attack on Mordinae, not just Little Keldabe.

He reached the landing zone where Redscythe had touched down. He met the sight of downed sith troopers with little reaction or surprise. The sight of a sith trooper standing the middle of a skirmish with an ice cream cone was a bit more shocking. Before Avernus could bark at the soldier for being an idiot, (unaware of the fact that the trooper had been ordered by

Raya Najwa Zambrano to do so) he turned to the sound of further blaster fire to see that

Raya Najwa Zambrano and

Vandra Zambrano had already engaged a pair of Mandalorian attackers.

He raised a crimson hand and made a quick gesture. With this signal, the two IG-106 droids on either side of him shed their cloaks in perfect sync and began firing. Each of them chose a different target and spread outwards in different directions while providing fire. Avernus' hands flowed like a conductor's as he quickly pushed the excess of his cloak over his shoulders to reposition it more like a cape. His right hand reached for his left hip and then extended outwards to his right. From his fist extended a sudden flash of violet, the blade wavering and crackling in its own instability. He held the blade up in front of his face, the light obscuring his face from the center and causing the golden chain clasp of his cloak to gleam brightly. He flourished the blade away from his face and pointed it down to his side. He began to sprint forward into the skirmish, gladly willing to lend the Zambranos his aid.

Mythos · Feb 22, 2020

Objective: Furry?
Location: Underground slave market.
Gear: Pride and Myth
Gryylarc

"Invitation?" Mythos raised an eyebrow, this was seven ways to life day strange. The only time he heard of a white wookie was during the One Sith invasion of Kasshyk but that was decades ago. None of this added up, Mythos relaxed and tilted his head. He changed his posture from combat, to just confident, showing no fear to the feral beast.

He cleared his throat, he was here for buissness and if he could he would make some coin. He delved into his minds surface and saw the distinct jungles of Dxun. He saw figures and heard the name 'Elder' more than once but Magic kept their faces blurred. Maybe... just maybe...

Mythos removed a wooden carved figurine of a Daux Cat from his neck and presented it to the wookie, casting an illusion that turned the beast into the feral form of his daughter Kida.

"Graaaaaagh, Gruuuu Graaaaag"

(I am also a son of Dxun, Kida is my daughter. Where do you want me to go? What has happened in the greenhomes?)

It wasnt the smartest thing to talk with a wookie on the battle, a Sith Marauder during blood lust or anything that just tore through half a camp like an actual force of nature. But he earned the title Silver Tounge because many who raised their blades at him then raised their blades beside him... he was also incredibly perplexed as to the nature of the visit of an Albino Wookie. These things were extraordinarily rare.

If this failed, if combat could not be avoided he knew of at least one noble in Nubia who would pay a kings ransom for the pelt of a Legendary White Wookie. Either way... paychecks were getting signed today.

Imperius · Feb 22, 2020

Location: Fortress Imperious, Concardia
Tag:

Darth Ophidia

Darth Carnifex

Felix Astermo K Kaine Australis

Taeli Raaf

Alexandra Feanor
kit:4 anti-personnel grenades + stuff mentioned in bio
Companions: a pair of zuguruk combat engineers

Some people would have commented on how the fortress’s name sounded similar to his own. These would have been the people that Imperius cut into tiny, little pieces. After all, the emperor was in danger. There was no time to lose. Ophidia, while not insignificantly powerfu, was an assassin, not a warrior- better suited to striking from the shadows rather than partake in open conflict.
He stormed through the fortress, intent on protecting the emperor. He could not be put in danger. He must not be put in danger.
He force-pushed through the walls, destroying them in order to make a beeline for the emperor’s presence.
To seek battle he had come and find battle he did. Even as he broke into the room, intending to protect his lord, so did the mandalorians- and he was the only one between them and the emperor himself. The emperor was powerful, strong and great- and Imperius refused to put him in danger. K Kaine Australis @alor guard @grand army

”Dread it, run from it, Destiny arrives all the same.”

Gryylarc · Feb 22, 2020

UNDERGROUND SLAVE COMPLEX

Mythos
CC:

Loreena Arenais-Valhoun

Curtis Learchin (copied for your interest)

"Hrrrrrrrrr."

"Lord Gryylarc has only visited Dxun briefly. He also requests that, should you desire to further infringe on the privacy of his thoughts, you first purchase an evening meal. Caveat: I believe the offer is facetious. Also, without context, he refers to an excretory sphincter. His meaning is unclear and probably idiomatic."

The little wooden totem burst into flame. Gryylarc grinned and meant it. His hands stayed up and open.

Darth Carnifex · Feb 22, 2020

Location: Fortress Imperious
Objective: Dash Them Against The Stones
Equipment:

Tags:

Darth Ophidia ,

Taeli Raaf , K Kaine Australis ,

Alexandra Feanor ,

Stardust Solus Skirae

The image of Taeli Raaf rose up before the Emperor, shrouded in a cerulean haze. Carnifex smiled softly, "Excellent, my dear, most excellent. Keep the beast contained, for now, we must wait until the opportunity presents itself before us." It appeared that everything was going as planned so far, the enemy was further pushing themselves deeper into the spider's lair and were content to brave even the most hellish of defensive position to fight the Sith. "Continue to draw them in further, their grave must be fully dug before we are to lay them in it." He rose from his throne, the robes interwoven throughout his armor unbundling from around his side and falling down to just barely caress the floor. "Keep me appraised, Lady Raaf, it is time that I join the hunt." He disconnected the communication shortly after that, walking down the staired dais surrounding his throne to stand amongst his guards and assembled warriors.

Carnifex now stood before Ophidia, his retinue preparing his weapons as she relayed the breaching of the tram system far below the Fortress' upper levels. "So it appears they have, quite a clever strategy to bypass our surface defenses. Then that is where I shall go, my friend." He watched as she silently affixed her helmet over her head, and disappeared into the shadows of the room. "May the Force ever serve you, Ophidia." Softly spoke the Emperor, a whisper that none else in the room could hear, but undoubtedly the Pale Assassin would have heard the Emperor's parting affection.

As the Emperor was handed his weapons, he opened communication between himself and the sub-commander overseeing the defenses of the tram system. "Commander, how far have the Mandalorians breached the system?" The Sub-Commander, an Aqualish wearing the raiment of a Lord Colonel, answered promptly; "Supreme Excellency, they have breached one of the entryways at the construction yard, and are moving along the tram corridor. The trams themselves are disabled, as per protocol, but they have basilisks." The Emperor walked as he listened, a holographic display of the tram network appearing from his wrist-communicator to indicate where they had breached and how far they had currently moved inward. "Activate the repulsorlift jammers and seal the entrance, make sure they are guided deeper into the Fortress. I will meet them."

The breached entryway was suddenly swathed in multiple layers of ray shielding, a meter-thick wall of Beskar sliding out from a hidden partition to seal off that end of the corridor. Without expending time and energy to try and break through the seal, the only way forward was further into the Fortress. The jammer technology imbedded into the surrounding infrastructure was widespread and numerous, and any attempts to fly with the aid of repulsorlifts would be rendered futile as the jammers were brought online. It was a double-edged sword, for the Sith forces in the tram network would also suffer the same disability, but it was viewed as a worthy trade.

Because the Emperor was on his way.

Aaran Tafo · Feb 22, 2020

Location: Moon of Concordia. Fortress Imperious Hangar Bay
Objective: Break important looking Sithy things. Free any captured prisoners.
Tags:

Felix Astermo

Lark

Taru Cadera

As landings could have gone. It was hardly his worst. Certainly not his best. But considering the local hospitality. It was no small miracle that the, now crashed, lightning fast ship he had brought along with him had managed to slip right through the anti-air defenses of the Fortress. So focused they were on the larger, more dangerous ships that the Mandalorian reclaimers have brought against the bulwark that was the Sith War Machine.

Everyone was dressed in their Sunday best. And Aaran was no exception. Clambering out of the soon to be exploding starfighter. The Padawan was then forced to swiftly duck and roll. A hail of blasterfire arcing over his head. "So this isnt the gift shop?" He called out towards the small squad of Imperial Soldiers who were not making their way towards him. Their expert marksmanship foiled only by the young Padawan's supernatural reflexes and ability to send every second bolt back at them with his drawn saber.

Deciding that fighting in the here and now was a pointless waste of energy. Aaran simply turned tail and ran. Saber arcing out to cut down a pair of sentries that were guarding the hallway that led deeper into the structure. The same squad still persuing him. But the more narrow corridors were much more of a boon to the Padawan than the wide open hanger when it came to staying alive. So he carried on, deeper and deeper into the base.

He had a plan.

Well, something of a plan. Part of a plan.

Okay, it wasnt really a plan. More a general objective. One that involved placing a bunch of explosives around anything deeper in the base that looks like it might be important. Hopefully causing enough trouble and a big enough mess to draw the attention of someone important. So long as they were focusing on cleaning up Aaran's mess. Kaine and his forces could move easier.

Adenn Kyramud · Feb 22, 2020

Vaulkhar |

Irveric Tavlar |

Mig Gred |

Taeli Raaf

They'd come in force, so it only made sense that the Sith would meet them with equal force. Not that Adenn cared, it would make breaking them all the sweeter. Whoever had organized the defenses of Sundari clearly knew their work, but hadn't expected the completely mad rush down to the surface. That's what Adenn assume at least, the whole reason the first group had truly made it. Now though, now AA fire shot up into the sky, reaching out to strike down various transports, basilisks, and others. The sight made Adenn's rage grow, but he controlled it. There would be enough bloodshed to honor all the fallen soon enough.

As the enemy opened fire on the Mandalorians attacking Sundari several things happened at once. Most of the shots were seemingly aimed at Hell's Angel, which would've been bad, were it not for the fact of the heavy duty shield generators in place and active. As such, the blasts were blocked by the shield, even if the titan walker was rocked somewhat. The Hellwalkers themselves were hit as well, most managing to power through the fire with relatively little damage, though a few were hit harder than others, and suffered for it. They slowed down, with a handful stopping completely, either due to being too damaged to continue, or looking for a shot. Most of those were too damaged to march forward though, at least without some field repair. Another handful actually blew up, but their losses only stoked the righteous flames of fury. Those that were forced to stop turned their upper weapons high and returned fire, loosing their own barrage of fire. The ones moving did so as well, continuing to lumber forward, though their shots were less accurate than the halted ones.

Numerous titan tanks did the same, reconfiguring themselves into rocket and artillery position, rising up on their 'legs' to remain stable. Then they let loose their own barrage of fire towards the city of Sundari, aiming to hit the defenders as hard as possible. This wasn't what changed the most though, no, that honor fell to the AT-ADs, Beskad Warriors, and the frontal titan tanks. The titan tanks had rushed forward, these ones outfitted with massive shields on the front, both battering rams and shields, perfect for this situation. Between the tanks were the AT-ADs, holding up their boarding shields, and standing behind them were the Beskad Warriors. Together they formed turtle formations of shields between the titan tanks, still capable of shooting out, but definitely mitigating the risk they ran of being hurt.

This turtle formation of shields that still advanced saved countless lives from the anti infantry fire that hit them, but it wasn't enough to save everyone. Nothing ever really was. But it saved enough people, with most continuing their mad charge, Adenn still leading the charge, not one of those holding a shield, but close behind the line. And then he activated his jetpack, hopping up on top of the titan tank in the lead. Raising his rifle, Adenn loosed a burst of 5 rounds towards the enemy line, the gargura slugs shooting with all their deadly might. But it was nothing compared to the earth shattering blast that Hell's Angel unleashed mere moments later.

Hell's Angel fired then, powering up the assault laser canon before firing it towards one of the heavier hitters from the Sith side, the HAVt Barrage. Particularly it fired at the one on the right of it, also the right side from the view of the Mandalorian armor. Adenn hardly waited to see the results while everyone else opened fire shortly thereafter. It was glorious, despite their losses, which no doubt would rise, they had done well so far. And that meant they'd only keep rising. Spreading his arms wide to the city, even as the titan tank continued on. Fire was shot in both directions, and while Adenn couldn't see it, he didn't doubt that there would be those of the Sith dying son, the same way that many Mandos were dying now. But that didn't matter in that moment, no, what mattered now was that Adenn had identified himself as a target. This would no doubt mean that the enemy commander would have him attacked, and him specifically. All part of the plan, even as they came closer and closer to the enemy lines, with the Mandalorians knowing that they'd soon ram into the Sith army, hoping to crush them.

Vandra Zambrano · Feb 22, 2020

Objective: Muder stab
Allies:

Raya Najwa Zambrano

Darth Carnifex
Enemies: Network R Reyn Australis @Sunset australis
Equip: Her two lightsabers Armour
Post: 2

Without a moments hesitation after Raya pointed out people behind cover she charged forth with the readiness to kill and slash and maim it all as she darted towards the cover as she used her speed and created a small telekinetic bubble around her as she shoulder bashes through the cover and went for a slash towards him, She didn't know if it was the Mandalorian they wanted to catch or not nor did she really care she only cared about piercing his flesh and tearing him apart and presenting their heads to her father as a gift she sensed the arrival of

Avernus but paid him no mind the only concern she had was her opponent. Raya could tell Vandra was in her murderous mood but nothing serious yet and that chances of her playing kind for a capture are up in the air with this personality at the reigns.

She had her second blade at the ready to try and block other counters depending on what was thrown at her but her mind was on the Mandalorians and their demise.

Joycelyn Zambrano · Feb 22, 2020

Location: Mordinae, Dark side nexus near ruins of Sundari.
Tags: Senna Valerian

Armour / Crown / Sidearm / Sword / Spear and shield held by Handmaiden

“The first Sith Emperor after the five-hundred-year darkness, Emperor Moridin.”

She looked up at the beskar statue with its grim face shrouded under a large hood, seated in a large throne. Behind it were the jagged, broken ruins of Sundari, where some of the most intense battles of Hammerfall had taken place. The broken skyline stood like jagged teeth, repaired only where the Sith had reclaimed it for use of the dark nexus that had formed in this place.

“He was Emperor when the Mandalorians betrayed the Sith and attacked Dromund Kaas. Now their home is named for him.”

Perhaps Sith history wasn't for everyone, but Joycelyn hoped it would be a little interesting. She had been taught all about it when she was little. A smile spread over her lips as she considered the cruelty they had brought about in this place.

She looked to Senna and offered her a canteen. It was just water, but it was important to stay hydrated in the badlands, even in the cold grasp of the nexus that nestled in and around the ruins of Sundari. Even now, through Joycelyn’s innate mental resistance, she could feel the scratching of ethereal voices begging to have their anguish heard and take their rage and despair out on the living.

Behind them, a handmaiden kept a watchful eye at their surroundings, all the while holding Joycelyn’s long, silver spear leaned on her shoulder.

“My Lords, they are here.” the Handmaiden said.

Joycelyn looked up to the sky, seeing the ships streaking through the atmosphere, the reflections of ships illuminated by the distant sun, raising their shields. In the sky, she could also see Concordia, the fortress moon, under attack. She gripped the pommel of Zaudraka and clenched her jaw.

“The scum.”

Tahlah Vizsla · Feb 22, 2020

Post : 1
Kit: Armor, Guns
Location : Transport Ship to Concordia/ Fortress Imperious
Objective : Seize Fortress, disable the attack moon (serving as a Mandalorian soldier in the endeavor)

As Razor made its way into the atmosphere of Concordia, the Mandalorians inside were all crammed wall to wall inside the cargo hold. All these soldiers were hardened, while Tahlah was fresh blood to war. She yearned to prove her worth, and the attack on Concordia seemed dangerous enough to do so. Her vigorous excitement that perused since the boarding of the vessel is now turning to anxious anticipation now that the steady drumbeat of artillery fire from the surface is filling the tense air in the cargo hold. Mand'alor made his address, and soon they dropped to planet-side.

The drop brought back the excitement with the rush of adrenaline in her. They all landed into the gorge that was believed to be the chink in the Sith fortification's armor. Mand'alor lead the charge on his mount, Bo-Katan. Meanwhile, Tahlah followed behind with the others into the Sith positions. She moved from cover to cover, advancing behind the leader of her people, and alongside her fellow Mandalorians. The advance was hard, but seemed to be moving steadily. Not much casualties from what she cold see, but Tahlah was only preparing for all hell to break loose. Now it was no longer training missions, or practice sparring. This was war, and she will have to move on behind Mand'alor whether she was ready or not for the great conflict ahead.

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Loreena Arenais-Valhoun · Feb 22, 2020

Objective: 1a
Allies: Curtis Learchin Gryylarc
Enemies: Mythos Eversor

The detonators went off as planned, directing the cameras around the facility to those points. Lori took out her blaster and fired at the ones she could see. It was better to leave security as blinded as she could. Then they'd be on equal footing.

Commotion was everywhere. In the skies and elsewhere on the ground. Lori led Curtis to one of the doors, firing her blaster at the locks to open it. "Come on." She didn't yell, only spoke at a normal tone as she worked to keep herself calm. Keeping her blaster up, she moved inside the factory and headed down the corridor.

Shouts could be heard and a lot of movement. Not only due to the Wookie's entrance, but also with the quick corralling of the Mandalorian slaves further down below.

Security forces were met with blasterfire, though they were more trained than the young spacer had bargained for. Lori quickly retreated down a side corridor, but only just. She drew out one of her daggers from her boot and gripped it to her chest. Her eyes kept to the floor, watching the shadows as she waited. In her mind she recalled the armour the security were wearing and where it's weakpoints were. The spots by the ribcage near the armpit. It was a good place. Her angle would determine lethality. But she had to be quick. No doubt Curtis would take on the others.

Then she saw it. The barrel of the blaster. Taking her chance, Lori grabbed onto it with one hand and yanked on it, bringing the officer forward as she quickly drove her dagger into the exposed armpit. She kicked him in the torso and pushed him away from her before turning to run through the coridor. They needed to go deeper if they were to find what they were looking for.

Scherezade deWinter · Feb 22, 2020

Scherezade beamed with pride at the compliment her blades received. Some women had children. She had her weapon. Each of them with a story behind it, with faint marks that whispered but little of what it had been through. Each of them sharp. Dull knives did not belong in places such as this.

Yet what gave her pause was the question put forth. His son? Scherezade took the scent again through the Force, trying to run it through the non-tangible catalogue of scents she held in her memories. Again she inhaled, trying to remember when she'd last met someone who was a sephi. Certainly during the Confederacy days, but these were long gone.

Then again there was that-

Boo.

If there was more time, every curse she knew in every language she remembered would've been spat out in that moment. Because she had been racking her brain, and trying to grab on to that kernel in the bottom of the scent, the one that had almost reminded her of someone that she knew she was supposed to remember much easier than this, and less than a heart beat before she's caught it, he'd given that boo and actually. Made. Her. Jump.

It was embarrassing.

Despite that though, she'd moved in time. That jump had been small, but Scherezade moved quickly – much faster than anyone would think she could even move at, considering the fact that she was a large woman, in both height and width. Funnily enough, it was her shoulder that avoided his lightsaber's tip by a hair.

Still too close to comfort.

But now… Now he had done it. They weren't on cheese cubes anymore, and no longer on war turkeys either. Scherezade let the bag of cheese cubes drop from her hand, both of her lightsabers in her hands and ignited before it even hit the ground, and forward she darted.

The lightsaber in her left hand went directly for the kneecaps. Bullies didn't need them anyway. Her other lightsaber was more than ready to block should he decide to go on the offense again.

And the blades in her air?

Well.

Scherezade's eyes glowed with excitement and pleasure. This was it. This was combat. This was what she lived for. This was what she breathed for. And the song of her blood rose in her ears, the song of the fight that came without rhythm, music, or lyrics, the one that only she could hear. And with it, her blades shot forward from the sky, each pointy end aiming at another part of the knife ears' body and head.

Curtis Learchin · Feb 22, 2020

Objective: 1a
Allies: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun / Gryylarc
Enemies: Mythos / Eversor / The Sith Empire
Equipment: Viper (Light Armour), Parthalan (Swordstaff), Saberstaff
Post: 3

Curtis watched as Lori executed her moves, blaster blots flying to security cameras as the compound erupted into chaos. A jagged smile crept onto Curtis' face as he followed behind Lori, swordstaff in hand. Finally blood would spill.

As Lori darted into the side corridor, Curtis took position in the opposite corridor. And as she yanked the poor officer to her blade, he darted out from his position, delivering a swift but deceive downward slash across the chest of the next officer before striking them across the head with the end of the swordstaff, sending their jaw cracking into the floor. As a second guard headed his way, Curtis yanked them forward with the force, decapitating them as they flew past. The dark side swelled as he let out a grunt, it had been too long since he'd been in proper combat.

"More are coming" He said bluntly, his mind now focused entirely on their mission. His senses became heightened as he tapped more and more into the force. With a nod to his companion he followed her down the corridor. "If you have more detonators, I would plant them along our route, give the troops a nice surprise".

Invasion The Return : The Battle of Mandalore [TN Invasion of TSE Mandalore]

Conqueror of Heaven and Hell

Alor of Clan Gred, Mando'ad'jetii

Karina Lowe Legacy

Guest

The Blood Hound

Conqueror of Heaven and Hell

The Prodigal Son

Darth Sephi

Guest

Scourge of Gold

Lord Commander

Conqueror of Heaven and Hell

Gryylarc

Guest

Eternal Father

Handsome blindfolded hyper-religious whackjob

Buy'ce olar, kar'ta ogir

Crazy with a Blade

Darth Vornskr the Second

Tahlah Vizsla

Guest

Owner of Dar'manda Industries

The Blood Hound

Royal Protector

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