There's a Sith in My Boot!{Mandalorian Dominion of Ord Radama}

[Kytarra Hawk]

Twist the bones and bend the back...

The smirk would dance upon the witch's lips as a chant would bubble forth.


Trim him of his baby fat...


A polyphonic chorus of voices would rear its head, almost threatening to overwhelm the senses.

Give him fur, blackest black just.... like... thissssssssssssssss.....

Enter the shape-shifting of a Sith into a black Nexu.

Just kidding.


There, upon the beholden landscape in front of the Shaman of Singing Mountain Clan, stood the remnants of Sith Forces down upon the valley below.

Flanking her diminutive form, stood the hardened statuesque warriors of Singing Mountain Clan. Clearly, they were getting out more and more with each wave of technology brought forth by the Sky People.

And in turn, they were expanding their reach by way of gaining resources and slaves for their efforts, bringing it all back to the clan to reinforce their village from outworlders alike. Weapons. Beasts. Manpower.

The age of the Witch had only just begun.

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Kytarra Hawk"][member="Arla Balor"][member="Chloe Kandossii"][member="Garith Darkhold JR"][member="Atin Kandossii"][member="Ginnie Ordo"][member="Garith Darkhold JR"]

She had just finished tying up, the imperials who surrendered to her. She then looked out of her position, a new wave of mandalorians where coming to help her. Together they would fight to end the rule of heretics, on this planet. She hoped such acts, would foster peace between the one sith and the mandalorians. As they seemed to gain momentum, she came out of her building, and head with them to new front lines of imperials.

She felt the thrill, of blocking the blaster bolt`s coming towards her. With the mandalorians at her back she felt invincible, she wished this would never end. Together the galaxy would be theirs, and both people would have the rightful places.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

As the roasted bodies fell, Ginnie felt her sister's pride and a modicum of wide-eyed wonder. To think she had lived her life thus far outside the Clan, alone and abandoned as a child, the girl had survived on her own knick with just as much gumption as luck. Creeping close to [member="Arla Balor"], Ginnie levelled her rifle and fired into the Sith lines. Another soldier fell and the girl's eyes didn't bat, nor did she regret what she'd done.

It was the job.

Making her way over to [member="Chloe Kandossii"] and [member="Atin Kandossii"], Ginnie burst forth on the Sith forces with more cover fire, pegging off a couple of the headlining soldiers and giving them both a chance to breathe. "Give me a target."

 

[Arla Ordo]

[member="Ginnie Ordo"]

"Look over there" Arla pointed if we can take that small group out on the roof, it should open up the path for them trying to get through" She aimed for the roof, even if they didn't elminate them they could keep them busy while the group moved out to get to the shuttle which Arla had just heard was on its way to the landing area.

Arla keep shooting, it was all she could think to do that and keep the firebug from getting hurt.

 

[Ordo]

Ordo put on the Trodes he had made or rather had them put on and began accessing the Holonet while his ship dropped from hyperspace over the planet. His grey eyes moved about as he looked a images supper imposed on his mind he wasn't the best slicer or even very good but he knew a few tricks, but more importantly he had a long memory and that memory held old sith codes and encryption methods.

It took him probably the better part of an hour but he soon found himself tapped into the mainframe of the Sith headquarters. His first target data. He began the download and then started looking at the systems for the Sith headquarters. Cameras, turrets and doors were soon at his command as he downloaded the information he needed.

 

[Skye Mertaal]

Cherry red cybernetic eyepatch would scan the distant horizon. It's twin of a seemingly silver eye would glint momentarily only to narrow. The Red Blade would flex her gauntleted fingers over her sniper rifle, laying in the prone position as she lay hidden under the camouflage netting over her.

Still enough to blend into her surroundings, she lay in wait. Patience. Patience was key.

Granted, those who knew her were fully well aware that patience was not her best virtue.

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

The clash of the witches and that of the Sith Forces was a wonder to see.

Chants would flow and ebb with an otherworldly call, thickening the air with majick spun by the deft hands of Clan Elders. Beast masters would hold sway over the majestic matriarch rancors, clashing head on with those of Imperial walkers. The loud blast of a roar would burst from the rancors mouth, as powerful clawed hands would grab hold of metal.

Artfully painted red war paint would decorate Banen's bony plate, her body protected by the thick leather armor that the witches lay upon her. Mud would slide under her enormous feet as bolts of crimson would lance the air at her direction.

Kytarra would stand upon the hill, and in this she narrowed her gaze in a startling expression of seemingly maniacal determination. From her lips would flow a song of power, amplified by the voices of the Elders behind her.

They were not pacifists, but warriors of Allya.

They would rage. They would roar. And they would hold no mercy.

 

[Cira]

Mud would cake her moccasins and blood would stain her leathers from her wounds.

Yet the piercing cobalt eyes behind the mask of the Dreaming River Allyan witch would not falter. Would not fade. A grunt of exertion would rip from her lips, her body twisting as the ancient Force pike she carried went twirling in her hands, blocking the incoming butt of a stock of a blaster rifle.

Bodies clashed, straining muscle as she gave a sudden push. The Sith went stumbling back onto the underbrush. Distant thunder would roll.

"Waytha ara quetha way."

Her eyes would glow brighter as she took a step forward.

" Waytha ara quetha way."

Guttural accented chants went flowing from her lips, her body swaying as her arms would relay the power she invoked. It came surging forth from her feet, ancient. Primal. Raw. Flowing up ward and out as air began to pulse with magic.

"Waytha ara quetha way."

Wind would stir. Funnel as leaves and rocks would start to twirl. A spell of whirlwind.

"Waytha ara quetha way!"

The whirlwind would twist and turn, crashing against the Sith to pick him up and send him stumbling backward. Pebbles, twigs, and all matter of debris would crash against him, preventing him from gathering his bearings and focus.

A mud caked hand would shove forward, guiding that whirlwind on as Spells of lightning from her sisters would flash above her.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Kytarra Hawk"]



When one thought about it the Witches and the Eldorai had a number of things in common. Well, both happened to be matriarchal societies of militant femnazis. The Witches were a cult of force-users, the Eldorai were all about venerating and glorifying force-users. Both likewise perceived the Force in ways that differed strongly from Jedi and Sith orthodoxy.


Of course, Kaeshana was the one true bastion of culture in the Galaxy and the Eldorai were the chosen race of the Great Goddess, who would one day claim their goddess-given manifest destiny to rule over all lesser beings...and put all manlings under the loving heel of their Eldorai mistresses! Ahem, that's what the propaganda machine and the orthodox church said. Reality was a lot different.



Anyhow, fantasies of galactic domination and subjugation aside, Kaida Taldir had found her way to this war-ravaged planet as well. Dressed in her shiny ultrachrome armour, along with some Eldorai soldiers and Angelii resplendent in their traditional, ornate red armour. The avenging angels of Ashira they were supposed to be, fierce in religious fervour and sworn to slay those that wished Kaeshana ill. Dashdae Sciians, corsairs, Sith.


So as the forces of the Witches and the Sith did battle, giant rancors clashing with the cold metal constructs that were the Imperial Walkers, the Eldorai magi did their part as well. Today there would be no mercy, blood would be spilt and another unholy nest of Dashdae Sciians would be wiped out. Kaida was not one for spiritualism and, knowing the truth of her people's origins, was less than fervous on a religious level. Indeed she could probably be considered more of an atheist these days.


Yet outwardly she would be an agent of Ashira's wrath and so she did what she did best these days. Focusing upon the battle that raged before them and drawing upon their Sciia, as the Eldorai referred to the awe-inspiring power of the Force, they combined their powers and skill in air manipulation to summon a whirlwind. At first it was weak, merely the gust of a cold wind that swept across the battlefield but soon it gained in strength and intensity as it blossomed into a maelstorm of power. As the wind spun across the ground a funnel could be seen forming out of it, soon growing larger and more intense. The expanding funnel moved across the ground, pushed by the winds at tremendous speed and force. The howl of the wind, or perhaps that of a raging goddess, could be heard as the massive whirlwind swept across the ground, gathering up debris and bodies.


It was undoubtedly a strain to maintain and even more to control, but the Eldorai poured energy and willpower into the motion as they further strengthened the wind, directing it towards those Sith that were resisting even against the onslaught of the rancors. There would be no escape today as Sith, regardless of troopers or dark Jedi, should be gripped tight by the wind and thrown across the battlefield, crushed and smashed into the ground. Piles of debris would rain down upon them even if they sought to retreat.


Behind the lines an Eldorai Warsinger used her powers and voice to inspire her battle sisters to greater acts fervour. Through the wind blasts of scalding, burning heat unleashed by the pyromancers amongst the group, aiming to roast those Sith unlucky enough to be caught. The winds summoned by the Eldorai combined with those of the Witch to strengthen it and bring forth even more destruction. Power! Destruction! Carnage! To kill a Sith was not a sin, it was the will of the Goddess.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Kytarra Hawk"]



All around here there was chaos, mayhem and destruction as Siobhan came flying through the powerful storm winds that the Witches and Eldorai warriors had conjured up. Face grim, though her features would be obscured by the beskar helmet she was wearing, she glided across the battlefield.



The winds raging across it were powerful, strong enough to crush a man, but she rode through them, her mastery of telekinesis enabling her. Beneath her the charge of the rancors was causing a whirlwind of destruction of their own. Come to think of it, she would not mind owning a rancor. Riding on one sounded fun.


Anyhow, it was time to make her entrance as she through the air. This she did with her usual sense of the overdramatic and aptitude for destruction by stretching out with her powers and wrapping her telekinetic willpower around a Sith walker. Slowly the walker was pulled from the ground into the air as if by an invisible force, its guns firing wildly but to no avail. Beads of sweat dripped down her forehead and back as she focused herself, steadying herself in the air as she tightened her grip around the walker. Then, with an act of will, tossed it through the air across the plains so that it might be smashed against the ground. Siobhan took a very deep breath as she steadied herself. Then, with her lips curving into a feral smile, she flew onward and with her came lightning and storms. Destruction...destruction everywhere!

 

[IxChell Kai]

Who said the Allyans were the only ones to have a little fun?

Then again, for the Nightsisters, fun was mixed with a healthy dose of deadly.

A smirk would dance across the Nightsister spellweaver's painted visage, her prey before her. Blood shot eyes lined with heavy kohl would narrow, only to widen in sickening pleasure as the spell of lightning would come pouring from pale lips.

The wind would howl. The distant thunder would roar. Power would crash like a white hot wave down her arm and pool at the palm of her hand, before extending through clawed fingers.

Sweet satisfaction would rip through the Nightsister's twisted visage of malice as the scent of charred flesh, hair and bone would fill the air.

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Kaida Taldir"]

That spell of a tempest would roar and rage -- enhanced only by the Eldorai Spellweaver among them. Fat drops of water would fall from the heavens, and power would continue to thicken like mist.

The Shaman of Singing Mountain clan among that of the Elders would continue to weave that Spell of Power, focusing it upon all of their allies and witches alike. It would enhance their abilities, strengthen their connection to that of the Winged Goddess and the Fanged God.

Words would increase in volume, rising and arching with an ethereal sensation, winding and twisting like the very currents of a surging river.

That staff would go striking towards the heavens, to the ether and beyond, the jingling of bone, stones, amber, and silver beads lashing in the growing wind, in the onslaught of pebbled rain that would pelt them all.

The Sith wanted a war?

The witches would give them one.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

WELL WEREN'T THINGS GETTING INTERESTING?!

This is where Aeron comes in -- after all you can't have Siobhan Kerrigan in a thread without Aeron there to properly fan girl. Being a Zeison Sha gave the Pyre woman a knack at telekinetics that went into ballistickinetic specialty. Where Siobhan could chunk asteroids, Aeron could increase the velocity of a pebble to make it as powerful as a slug shot from a sniper rifle.

SO! With this in mind, Aeron was here to get some credits and increase her skill.. Maybe even learn a bit more. Talk to the former exarch --- bond.. whatever.

Her discblade went cutting through the air like a reapers blade, the cortosis circlet winding into the sky, guided through the growing tempest by the Force only to lash back like a wicked boomerang against a Sith intending to attack another Mandalorian.

Sparks would fly, and their saber would deactivate -- a nifty side effect -- as the disc came back to Aeron. A gloved hand expertly caught it mid air, and the woman gave a devilish grin.

Oh yeah -- come to mama.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

[member="Kytarra Hawk"]


And so Team Natural Disaster had struck again! By the power of storms, winds and lightning, this world would be cleansed. There were no civilians in the area that being afflicted like this, so everything was fine and there was little chance of anyone being accused of war crimes because that tended to get messy.



The Eldorai Warsinger kept chanting, her voice building up to a crescendo as she inspired her battle sisters to be the avenging angels of Ashira the myths said they would be. The words increased in volume with every moment, filled with a passion that matched the destruction being unleashed upon the enemy. As the spell of the tempest roared and raged across the battlefield, fat drops of water began falling from the heavens above, and power thickened like mist, which doubtless was a bit disorientating.


Speaking of those fat drops of water that were so conveniently dropping down like a flood, our somewhat unstable, rather acidic Eldorai cryomancer had some ideas for those. Power-wise it could be said that she had two specialisations. One being aeromancy, that is the manipulation of the air and winds, and the other was cryomancy. Strictly speaking hydromancy would probably be a more accurate term, for it was manipulation of ice and water.


And so she withdrew her focus from the raging tempest and, as commands were quickly passed to her battle sisters, focused her Sciia upon the drops of water. First the onslaught from above was intensified, so that it was soon a big flood, a massive downpour of water. Then as they reached out with her powers, directed by Kaida, they focused their will upon manipulating the water molecules and making them...turn very, very cold. Far below zero celsius. Soon the water drops hardened into small icicles as the cold took hold. These alone would be not much of a threat to even someone wearing common stormtrooper armour unless accelerated say by ballistakinesis to ridiculously fast levels.


But that was not the goal. From the rain the Eldorai witches forged giant icicles. One could call them spears of ice, but they were probably to massive for that. Large enough to crush a man beneath them. A few even as big as a tank. It took a very large amount of energy to do this, but that was why there was a group of Eldorai as opposed to Kaida alone. Exertion and strain written upon her features, Kaida poured her will into making the giant icicles crash down upon the Sith soldiers and walkers.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Siobhan would be totally down for giving [member="Aeron Kreelan"], everyone's favourite Zeison Sha action girl, some pointers and bonding with her!



Anyhow, while the Zeison Sha adept was demonstrating her prowess at ballistakinesis, namely by accelerating her discblades through the air like the blade of a reaper to a point where the velocity was sufficient to cut down Sith despite their armour, Siobhan was flying around and causing overpowered carnage.


Truth be told, the precision Aeron demonstrated was probably something Siobhan did not possess. Her focus on telekinesis was a rather simple one. Namely unrefined, wide area of effect use to cause maximum carnage. After all, it was rather hard to evade a walker being chucked through the air. So with this in mind Siobhan glided through the air and, cold eyes almost feral as they fixated upon the horde of Sith troops, drew upon an absurd amount of Force energy to unleash a telekinetic shockwave with the force of a bomb blast that broke limbs, ruptured internal organs and send Sith flying through the air like ragdolls to be crushed as their bodies crashed down upon the ground.

 

[Cira]

The whirlwind would surge forward, crashing onto another Sith trooper with a swipe and chant from the witch. However, distraction soon cast the funnel on its own accord, as a volley of blaster fire came at her from the left.

Teeth bared in a hiss as she went rolling in a barrel roll, but it was not without consequences. Blaster fire had scorched more of her skin, and now her leg was injured.

A feral growl would lengthen the sinew of her throat, and she would lash out like a wild beast. Her force pike would go darting forward, intending to stab and electrocute the offender that came at her.

More rain would pelt down over them all, slicking her white hair against her skull behind the mask, saturating her leather clothing. But she was in her element -- nature was her sanctuary, even in the midst of a storm.

And she would not be denied.

 

[IxChell Kai]

The body would fall with a delicious thud, still smoldering from the arcs of electricity that had been woven by the Nightsister. Bare feet would simply walk over the body, those citrine eyes panning to find a new victim.

Behind her, local beasts tamed by the Nightsister clan would come slowly shuffling forward. A sickening crunch would be heard as their large feet would fall upon the dead, sinking them into the mud as the skies burst.

Paecean tongue would come in a guttural order, motioning for the Nightsisters to fan out. It was time to secure the outcropping, lay claim to what would be rightfully there.

After all, you keep what you kill.

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

One would wonder if it was madness that swept across the milky white cataract lined eyes of the Shaman. For all her raw power as a vessel of the Winged Goddess, she certainly exhibited a type of curious mania that made one wonder if she was really all there.

Water would slick the mud caked dreadlocks against her face, shoulders, and back. The leathers and furs of her armor quickly saturating with liquid, and that frail body would quiver and tremble in the holding and sustaining of that Spell of Power.

Come what may, the Season of the Witch would prevail.

 

[Kaida Taldir]

Amidst the titanic fury unleashed by the Eldorai and Dathomir Witches, whatever their alignment might be, light, dark or something in between, the Sith had no chance. Those that were not eaten by the rancors, who were doubtlessly badly mauling the Sith walkers, were struck by the torrents of lightning or buried under the massive icicles.



Away from the melee the Eldorai kept up the ice cold onslaught. Without pity, without mercy. At this very moment they were vessels of Ashira, the Great Goddess of Creation, and of Valora, the Goddess of Battles and embodiment of the martial spirit of her people. Much like the Witches the elves were taking their first steps into a larger world, expanding their horizons beyond the confines of their planet. Having once believed themselves alone in the stars and then been subjected to a shocking awakening when they discovered that intelligent life far superior to them technologically existed, they had sworn never to be taken off guard again.


And so enormous icicles came crashing down from the sky to smash upon Sith soldiers and walkers alike amidst the ferocious onslaught of the rancors. Water slicked the tried and tested battle armour of Kaida, who stood there implacably like a statue as she harnessed her will. Her body was stained with water and such was the strain that her face looked like it was suffering from from bite and her lips had acquired a slightly bluish tint, but she soldiered on.


Agonised screams were heard as Sith were crushed or fried with blasts of lightning. Kaida dropped to her knees under the strain as the icy storm began to die down, letting out a long breath. Then the Eldorai warriors charged, their formation like that of a phalanx and with their sarixi ablaze with the fury of the Goddess.

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

That wolfish grin ever did linger, the Zeison Sha Adept quickly tucking her discblade onto it's magnetic harness. From her back she drew her MK-II bolter.

Awwwwww yeaaaaah, baby!

Ever seen just what a ballistic kinetic could do with this? Aww, you ain't seen nothing yet. A powerful burst of shrapnel would launch from the bolter towards a wave of Sith. The Force would surge through her, as she mentally enhanced their velocity and managed to guide the tiny pieces in a more precise direction for the utmost damage.

So while Aeron couldn't chuck asteroids, she could control the smallest of items over a wider range of targets. This was her specialty.