The Siege of Dra'vadia [CIS Dominion of Pzob]

[Jax Denko]

Today was going about as well as that time she’d seen a herd of bouncers patronize her mother’s strip club. Not bouncers as in big guys ready to crack skulls, bouncers as in large, sapient, fuzzy balls. No one had gotten a happy ending by any possible meaning of the phrase. Jax really needed to get better at thinking her murder plans though.

Not that this had been a murder plan. If the damned traitor hadn’t decided to throw himself on her knife then she would have happily turned him over to some sort of authority to receive some hypothetical justice. Or a lynching. She wasn’t going to pretend that she hadn’t not-so-secretly wished the man a painful death. Some people just had it coming.

The guard probably didn’t though, and Jax wouldn’t put herself on that list either. Although the latter judgment might just be her bias talking. She certainly hoped that the last year hadn’t been that harsh on her admittedly already wonky moral compass. Aside from her boy scout of a twin no one grew up on Nar Shaddaa with the sturdiest sense of morality.

Still, killing this guy, without being sure where he stood on important issues like selling the people you swore to protect into slavery, would be a morally dark grey at best. Jax shifted her weight against the statue, deciding that pinning him underneath something heavy was close enough to doing the right thing. “Sorry about this.”

As soon as she felt the statue begin to fall on its own Jax bolted through the door like the a dozen pissed off gangsters were on her heels.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

And then there was a statue incoming. Fantastic, of course Hannibal hadn't thought to check behind the heavy marble show of wealth for the potential murderer. The fact that it was right by the door infuriated the Fondorian, but that was towards the end of his list of priorities as the statue bowled him over, slamming him to the ground and pinning him there, if only for the meanwhile. There was a blur of movement as the murderer, evidently less of a twinkledick and more of a twinkleharlot than Hannibal had originally assumed, bolted over the statue and out the door.

Oh, this wasn't over. "You's gonna be a whole lot more sorry when I'm done with ya!" Hannibal blurted out in rage.

His arm was still free, and Hannibal's gauntlets weren't just for show. One of them had a whipcord launcher built right in. As Jax bounded over the statue, Hannibal's wrist shot out as he tried to get a clear shot at her ankles. The whipcord shot out of his gauntlet, intent on intangling Jax's feet and keeping her immobile while Hannibal dealt with this stupid damn statue.

 

[Darth Metus]

After a quick "spat" on the bridge of the ship, coupled with the subsequent crash, the young Master was relatively shaken up. However, the altercation had left him relatively unharmed, save from a few scrapes and bruises. What irked him was that the young Aspirant completely, and totally, abandoned him...but the objective was safe at the very least. Josiah saw, in the distance, that the sounds of battle continued to rage at Dra'vadia, despite the growing retreat occurring with the pigmen forces. To this end, he was inspired to limp over to the hangar, procure for himself a speederbike, and take off in the direction of the violence. He was a good ways out and it would take him at least two minutes to arrive, and in that time he would be able to center himself to block out the throbbing pain which characterized his "wounds"

 

[Darth Metus]

The fighting had remained relatively isolated, and for that the Mandalorian was exceptionally grateful. The fire support on the walls was doing their job expertly, and to top it off the enemy forces did not reach the rearmost portion of the walls...where the Archon had set up her makeshift clinic. Things were going quite well! The injured were funneling in through the rearmost doors of the city, protected by the snipers perched on the walls, and Isley feared little of the enemy presence. He felt as though the battle was nearing its conclusion, and that the Confederacy would emerge victorious once again. To this end, he took a moment to lean upon the side of the dropship which made up the vast majority of the "clinic"'s cover and took a breather.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

So, the CIS had set up shop and was beginning to help this oh so innocent civilians? Pathetic, it made them an easy target and that made Jareth a very happy man. Walking up to the tent, Jareth saw that there were two medics outside that were busy working to do what they could for a severely wounded man who looked to be on his last leg of life. With nothing but a pistol in hand, a vibrosword on his back and a group of his top men, Jareth approached the medics from behind with the eyes of a killer locked onto them both.

" Excuse me good doctors " Jareth said as he was with a meter of the two of them. They both looked up to see who Jareth was, but before they could even get a glimpse of his mask, Oldron had put his slugthrowing pistol right to the temple of the nearest medic and pulled the trigger. The primitive weapon sent a massive slug barreling through the man's head and created a mess like most were not expectant in modern war. After the first man's skull and brain were splattered across the ground, Jareth held the gun to the next man and put another round through his chest which painted the medical tent a horrifying red.

 

[Darth Metus]

It was the sound of a slugthrower going off that rousted the Mandalorian from his "break", and with immense haste he rushed to see what had caused the sound. Had some of the enemies broken through? Were the snipers keeping up their duties? Then...he saw the sordid sight. Crimson, splattered across one of the few tents which had been erected in order to accommodate the wounded and ailing. A band of thugs had managed to slip through, undetected, it seemed, and now it was Isley's duty to put them down. After all, he was the Archon's last line of defense and he would not let her down. He counted ten in total, and reached for his saberstaff before approaching them boldly. Through a telekinetic shove, he plucked two of the men off of their feet and hurled them to the earth, then ignited the saberstaff with a flick of his finger.

Snap...Hiss...The blood crimson blades sprang into existence.

"And now, you die."

@[member="Jareth Oldron"]

 

[Darth Metus]

The young Master was woefully ignorant to the scene that was unfoldin at the rear of the city. In fact, all he saw was a column of smoke, retreating hordes, and a host of droids pouring into the walls. While slaughter occurred outside of his awareness, Josiah was elated to see that the battle was going very well. However, there were still pockets of resistance in need of quelling. Some of the pigmen had opted to regroup and were mounting a counterattack upon the droids. While the automatons could easily face down this threat, it was still a task that forced them to divide their attention between the city and the pigs...and so the young Master resolved to lend a hand to assist. He wheeled the speederbike about and headed straightway for the pocket of the most resistance, saber in hand and ignited.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

@[member="Isley Verd"]

"No, Confederate scum, you will pay for everything you have done." Jareth hissed as his men were picked off the ground and hurled into the distance. As soon as the Templar had ignited his saber, Jareth brought his pistol to bear with a single hand and began to fire round and after round as he drew his vibroblade. Once he had ran empty of the bullets in his magazine, Jareth charged forward and brought the blade in a hammer motion towards Isley's shoulder in hopes that he would cut through his bones and major blood vessels.

 

[Darth Metus]

It took little more than the rotating of his saberstaff in order to deflect the rounds which were fired at him. The Mandalorian was rather...adept...with the lightsaber form known as Shien; and for this reason firearms were not exactly the greatest means of combating him. Furthermore, neither was rushing him with a vibroblade. The terrorist surged forth, bringing his blade down, and it was promptly met and parried by one of the two blood crimson blades. With strength that was augmented through a touch of the Force, Isley shoved back; freeing one of his hands from the saberstaff in the process. Through this, he then aimed his hand at another pair of the enemy thugs; hurling them back with a powerful shove of telekinetic might.

"Pay? For what." he seethed. "We were liberating a city from warlords, from the shedding of innocent blood. Blood YOU spilled. If anyone shall pay, it is you."

 

[Darth Metus]

As the speederbike of the young Master zoomed across the terrain, one of the pigmen got the glorious idea to do something about it. He reached into his utility belt and primed a thermal detonator; then signaled his fellows to assault the Templar with blaster and slugthrower fire. Josiah had to place his full attention on the wall of enemy fire coming his way, deflecting shots and slugs with impressive skill and finess, and thereby missed the thermal detonator hurled in the midst. It managed to bounce off of the ground and stick to the bottom of his speeder, towards the rear, and went off with a mighty boom. If not for Josiah's armor, he'd have taken more damage then simply being hurled from the bike...at a rather high speed...and when he hit the ground there was a crack.

His left leg had broken.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

@[member="Isley Verd"]

"You force-users" Jareth growled as he was shoved back by the force of Isley's parry and did his best to regain his footing "you see the galaxy in black and white, think you can do no wrong. You have shed the blood of people more deserving of life than you ever could!" the terrorist leader cried out before drawing a vibro dagger from his chest and striking out at the Templar with a new method. Instead of putting all of his force behind a single strike, he began a tornado of hits that alternated randomly between his vibrosword and dagger. One moment he would be at a just less that a meters length and striking with the sword, the next he would be close up and jabbing with the dagger.

As the two fought, the thugs began to raze the tents to the ground with thermal detonators and incendiaries, anyone who emerged from that was mowed down with primitive weapons.

 

[Darth Metus]

It was to the Mandalorian's immense frustration that he was being distracted to the point that he could not help those who were within the tents. They were dying...screaming...bleeding...and these facts literally pissed him the kark off. In fact, they enraged him; so much so that he delved deep into that dark corner of his mind...and fed upon that anger. Through the Force, the fury made him see red; and new strength flowed to his limbs. The terrorist striking against him in a whirlwind of blows was suddenly met with the ferocity of Juyo, as pure aggression and power deflected the blows and responded in turn. At the conclusion of his assault, Isley shoved the terrorist himself with a wall of telekinetic force, once more freeing his offhand from the saberstaff hilt, before reaching for the disruptor at his side.

"Only a Sith deals in absolutes...and I, am a Mandalorian. The Force is but a tool, no different than the karking guns your men are using right now!" he growled, unleashing a hail of disruptor fire into the thugs.

 

[Darth Metus]

The pigmen saw that the young Master had fallen and straightway began to move in. They saw this as weakness, as vulnerability; and for most men that would indeed be the case. Yet, despite the pain that throbbed throughout the entirety of his being, Josiah had determination burning in his eyes. He would not fall, slaughtered by pigmen on Pzob. No, he had things to live for...a love to live for...and as such he'd be damned if he died this day. Using his saber to deflect shots as best he could, he began to focus upon the Force and mustered up the pure, instinctual intent that resulted in a surge of lightning leaping forth from his fingertips. He made bacon, quite literally, out of the first trio of Gamorreans that were subject to his Electric Judgment; and there was much more where that came from.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

@[member="Isley Verd"]

As his men began to dissolve into nothing but dust and he was sent across the ground, Jareth began to rethink his strategy. At the end of his role, Jareth shot to his feet to find that his men had been completely wiped out by the furry of disruptor fire that Isley had unleashed. With a short sneer of disgust, Jareth grabbed for the scatter gun attacked to the back of his waist and unslung it from its position. Like a madman, Jareth quickly took aim and began pumping rounds down range at Isley. Unlike the pistol rounds, these slugs were slow and hard hitting.

 

[Malok]

The battle for Pzob was continually falling into the hands of the Confederacy's forces; a fact which brought immense satisfaction to the Vong-shaped clone. As he mowed down Gamorrean after Gamorrean with his blaster, he and his Black Watch moved ever closer to the city itself until they finally breached through the gaping hole. The formerly calm settlement was a mess, to say the least; wrought with destruction and flames. There would need to be immense relief efforts after the engagement to right that which went terribly wrong here today. That said, Genesis ordered his comrades forward and began to put to an end the remaining pockets of resistance inside Dra'vadia. The enemy would fall this day, and the people would know peace.

"Sir, we've got some schematics for you?" came a transmission into his helm. "Patch 'em through." he growled, then was greeted by the sight. The infiltrators had done well and had picked up plans for what resembled a Separatist Star Destroyer. The Gamorreans were looking to build something to fight the Confederacy at large...a fact that amused the clone greatly. "Excellent, we'll put this to good use."

 

[Darth Metus]

There was no quarter for any of the men who were gunned down by the Mandalorian; for the concept of the disruptor pistol was malevolent to say the least. Unlike blaster bolts, which burned and cauterized, disruptors disintegrated...and as such, the thugs were reduced to little more than piles of dust upon falling to his weapon. Once they had met their demise, Isley had to place his attention forward, for a slug which carried more weight damn near took his foot off. He jogged back, holstering the disruptor pistol, and whirled his saberstaff about to deflect the next one; only to be driven back even more steps. This frustrated him, and as such the Mandalorian reached out with the force; targeting the weapon upon the man's arm. It took precision and control...but he crushed the barrel with a telekinetic crunch before the next round could be fired.

"Come. Face your death like a man."

 

[Darth Metus]

As the Electric Judgment fried the initial three pigmen, coupled with the fact that the droids were coming...the remaining enemies laid down their arms. They surrendered, without a word of resistance; and that was saying something due to the fact that they were Gamorrean. Josiah cracked a smile and relaxed as the automated warriors began to escort the pigmen away...and loaded him onto a stretcher. He knew that @[member="Sophia Walsh"] would probably be immensely worried over the fact that he had broken his leg, but knowing @[member="Feena Mason"], he'd be patched up before the day was out...and scolded for getting it broken in the first place. As such, with a cliche thumbs up in the direction of his beloved's last known location, Josiah began the road to recovery.

 

[Other Space Kaiden]

With a crafty smile, hidden under his mask, Jareth threw the gun aside and realized he had no chance of surviving head to head with this man...no he had to escape and live another day. Reaching slowly behind his back, Jareth took out a flash bang and hid it in the grip of his hand "Sorry, I have other plans." were Jareth's final words before throwing down the flashbang which exploded into a brilliant light. Using the few seconds he had, Jareth rushed into the overgrowth on the edge of town and disappeared into the jungles...

 

[Darth Metus]

Despite the presence of his photochromiac visor, which made the flashbang less effective than normal, the Mandalorian still could not see the direction that the terrorist ran. However, by this time, the fighting had concluded and the city was all but liberated. Isley had priorities...and those priorities were making absolutely sure that the Archon was alright and that the patients were as well. To this end, he extinguished the dual blades of his saberstaff and stowed the weapon upon his utility belt before turning on his heel. He stopped by the dropship's cargo hold, where the Archon was known to be, and asked. "Mrs. Mason, are you alright?" There was a noticeable edge of concern in his voice.

@[member="Feena Mason"].

 

[Darth Metus]

The road to recovery...sucked...for the Droids were less than sympathetic as they toted the young Master along. He could feel every karking bump in the ground, which then shot waves of pain up Josiah's wounded leg. He laid back on the stretcher, bemoaning his situation every few moments or so, only to get no response from his automated comrades. It got so bad that Josiah seriously contemplated crawling the rest of the way to the Archon's medical camp, but his common sense kicked in and took that idea out to the woods...then shot it. So, he laid there, swearing occassionally, complaining, and otherwise being an ungrateful sod as the droids toted him along to the Archon. @[member="Feena Mason"].