Under the Storm(Mandalorians/Sith)

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton heard reports of Mandalorians striking the front part of their column as he and his team strode to their relief. "What is the situation here soldier?" He commanded as he approached a commando taking shelter behind some cover.

"Sir. Forward element was struck by ambush. Fortunately the shield droids took most of the damage and elements one to six have been pulled back under cover, but within acceptable losses. We can't move forward without heavy support, they are entrenched too deeply."

Just then a droid swooped overhead raining laser fire and missiles on the Sith position. Ignoring the laser blasts, Daxton and his team raised their hands and once more seized not just the droid and its rider but the missiles and mines in mid air.

With a contempt and disregard for casualties, they threw all of these at the Mandalorian defensive position. Shatter missiles and mines fell among the defenders as well as the crippled droid and its rider like lethal projectiles, exploding upon contact and shredding the defenders protecting the command center.

Slinging his grenade launcher off his shoulder, he set it on full auto and ordered a charge at the defenders before they could regroup. With a roar the Sith closed in on the defenders and began the massacre.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal felt the droid once again become ensnared by the force, all of the projectiles he had launched slammed back into him, the entire bundle of projectiles, droid and rider slammed into the crowd of Mandalorians. Kal was thrown through the air, his limp body flung across the concrete.

Set ablaze by the explosive blast, he slowly crawled forwards, sealed within an oven of Mandalorian Iron. His stomach burned, his body in complete agony. He vomited a slurry of blood within his helmet, blinding him with the thick red liquid and almost suffocating him at the same time.

He felt nothing but a burning hatred for the Sith who had orchestrated this entire thing. Daxton would burn as he had done, burn within the red-hot flames of hell. Fury and rage consumed him, as did the flames, every waking moment pain and suffering. Survival was not the mission, nor was escape. It was plain old-fashioned revenge.

 

[Verz Horak]

The tank and Verz arrived at the ambush area, and saw friendlies and hostiles engaged. He heard a cheer from some Mandolorian troops as he and s new tank arrived on the scene. He turned to look at the defenses, when he saw something moving near a destroyed war droid. He climbed down and carefully walked over to inspect it. He saw A'den, covered in flames. Full of anger at the Sith, and hatred for hat they did, he called out
"Get a flame retardent and a medic! We have a man down!"

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal gurgled angrily, the flames scorching his throat and razing his body. He continued to claw his way across the ground, the flames only growing greater as they consumed the fuel within his jetpack. His vision was nothing but red, the red of his blood and that of his fury. He was reduced to thrashing about as his left arm grew tired and strained, leaving him to slowly crawl towards Daxton. He could hear the shouts of his comrades, but they were of no matter, of no concern to him. "I will kill you!" He screeched, groaning in agony from the strain upon his throat. "I will kill you..." He gasped.

 

[Verz Horak]

The medics arrivedd with a flame retardant and sprayed Kal with it, dousing the flames. Verz saw Kal trying to crawl towards the Sith's position.
"Don't do it ner vod. You are too injured to fight right now. Let the medics treat you first."
With a nod from Verz the medics gingerly lifted Kal and carried him away.Verz watched for a moment, then went back to his nk. He mbed the side,and ordered them to fire shells at the Sith's right flank. The tank crew obliged, firing several shells, and killing several Sith.

 

[Daxton Bane]

The arrival of enemy armor slowed down the charge as it began firing into their ranks, sending lethal death into the air. Tossing aside the grenade launcher, Daxton ignited simultaneously both of his light sabers as he ran up the side of the tank, the blades cutting through the armor as if it were paper, before lopping off the barrel and doing a twisting leap off the top before landing on his feet a few meters away. Seconds later the tank exploded, killing the entire crew as their payload cooked off.

Without even a pause, the third blade ignited and Daxton became a whirling dervish of death among the Mandalorians. Slashing left and right before they could recover from the loss of their reinforcements. Behind Daxton came the rest of his squad and then the Sith Infantry and Droid columns, pouring on heavy rifle fire before the routed enemy.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Verz's words did not reach his mind, all of his mental power focused on anger, all of his physical power focused on reaching Daxton. As the medical crew reached him, extinguishing the flames, he saw them only as obstructions to his goal. It was somewhat ironic, really. In his quest to terminate Daxton, he'd only become more like him, a being of hatred and pain. The medical crew grabbing his arms, he shook them off, slamming the one to his right in the face with an elbow, shaking the one on his left off by thrashing around vigorously.

"Chakaar! Di'kut! Hut'uun! Osik!" He roared, sending a slew of insults towards the Sith. More blood dribbled from his mouth with these words, running across his raw, burnt face, a pool of blood gathering within his helmet. He stumbled onto his feet, dragging his rear leg across the ground as he neared Daxton, utterly fearless. Raising his right arm, his left arm dangling limply, he readied his flamethrower, a tornado of flames spurting forth. His awkward movement only caused more burns, his arms once again alight. He only grew closer to Daxton, his inhibitions taken by rage. He felt as though his abilities were endless, he could do anything. "Die, you mongrel!"

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz leaped from the tank miliseconds before it exploded. He landed with a thud, and he slowly got up, just in time to see Daxton slashing through Protectors. He raised his Verpine, and everything slowed down as Adrenaline flooded his veins. He took im at Daxton's lightsaber hilt and fired, hitting the battery chamber dead on.

 

[Mirta Kar]

The Jury Rigged speeders flew over the sith approaching line dropping more explosives from their sides, one got hit and spiraled into group of sith igniting on impact as all of it's ordinance went off at once. The protectors clung to cover and shot back at the approaching sith. They ignored the mad mandorlorian as they needed to focus on their enemy. That was when the large anti- personel turrets finally activated from the near by buildings, 4 in all and began to pour fire into the sith. It was a slaughter as the pulses of energy tore through flesh and machinery alike with ease. The Mandolorians would not falter or let the sith reach their commanders. The armory had proved full of toys, which was why it was sort of funny with a line of droidika's rolled forward and deploy adding their fire to the fray, protected by their shields.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Rage. The fuel for the darkest emotion of them all, Hate. It was practically oozing out of the Mandalorian on fire, flowing like a fount into the Dark Side, which in turn pleased the Sith Knight greatly. Ducking under the flames, he brought both blades down to bear on the Mandalorian's weapon arm. However only one blade struck, as something small and sharp struck his left hand saber and shorted it out.

The orange blade sizzled as it cut through armor, flesh and bone with hardly any resistance at all, severing completely the arm from the warrior before kicking him in the helm with an armored boot, shattering the face plate and sending him flying in the air.

With the abundance of discarded light sabers on the field, Daxton summoned another to his hand as he spoke on the secure channel. "Fleet command, This Daxton Bane. We have the enemy command trapped in what seems to be some sort of arsenal. Requesting heavy bombardment on sector G-12. Repeat request heavy bombardment of sector G-12."

Daxton knew it was only a matter of time before the fleet would arrive and begin the heavy bombardment of the enemy position. It was now only a matter of containing the enemy forces.

Fortunately the heavy weapons squads were part of the initial charge and had passed the range of the turbo laser defenses. Setting up at the base of the towers, they poured in heavy suppression fire while the Sith splicers hacked into the towers defense grid, and soon turned two towers to aid the Sith.

Facing the Mandalorian who shot at him, Daxton and his squad began reanimating the dead and injured mandalorians using Force Telekinesis to serve as meat shields as they closed the gap.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Kal had yelled at him to jump and Jonr did so. he had to get to the back side of Daxton. he had moved around the troops and moved through the houses to get behind the troops. he saw them walking away from him and he followed. ht went up behind one of the Sith troopers and took him out stealth like. hr took the body in to the house and used the pommel of his dagger to knock him out, he took the armor from the man and put it on him. he then took all of the weapons that he had and put them on his body.

Jorn got to the back of the group of troopers and walked with them He moved towards the fromt were daxton was. He saw him take out the tank. He just was shocked by what happened. he ran up to Daxton to say as to report to him. Daxton was using meat shields with the force. Jorn with out heasatation used all of his force to stab two cleavers into the Sith back. he grab another two and proceded to stab him again and move on to other weapons to implae his body.

 

[Daxton Bane]

The attack would have been fatal, but in the heat of battle the Mandalorian made a tactical error, one that would have fatal consequences for the soldier. A cleaver was a slashing weapon not a thrusting weapon, it had no point by which to breach the armor. The flat tips of the cleaver bounced off Daxton armor and only irritated the Sith Knight.

Dropping his meat shield, he counter attacked the Mandalorian, viciously stabbing him in the right shoulder and the groin with his lit lightsabers. Twisting the blades to sear the flesh, melt bone and fuse cartilage, Daxton calculated it to prolong his opponent's pain before kicking him to the side with an armored boot. Those wounds in combination to the stomach wound he gave the soldier earlier would make even the slightest movement a world of blinding pain.

"You should have run away little man. Now you die knowing you failed, and failed utterly."

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn jumped back at the last second so he wouldnt be nutered. the second lightsaber peirced his arm however. he tried to back away from the blade to be hit from the side he was stabbed ealier. he roared in pain. He grabed on of the Force breaker grenades that was given to him and dropped it so it would land right next to Daxtons feet. he took the sword he foudn ealier and swung at the Sith so it would be at the mans neck line. he may block it and he didnt care. hi limp arm was holing a preped plazma grenade. If he were to drop it would end both of them. if he was going to go down he was going to take someone with him.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Time stopped as Daxton's blade sank through his arm, calm and serenity washing over him. Everything moved slowly as he flew through the air. He felt nothing as his entire left arm fell from his shoulder, leaving a searing burn on the stump where his bicep would be. He simply felt a release, a release of all the anger and fury as he saw is opponent, and himself. His inhibitions flooded back into his mind, leaving him lying, aghast at the madness on show, and how he had attempted to combat it. He just screamed, staring towards the crowd of Mandalorians. He needed a medic, but none of his bleeding and roasted throat muscles would allow him to voice it. He could only screech, desperate and alone, it seemed.

 

[Jorn Mair]

OOC Dax was attacking me not you buddy

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

OOC If you mean me, he took out my arm. I asked him specifically so I could get a robo-arm.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Something detonated as his enemy dropped some sort of grenade at his feet and released a gas. Fortunately for the Sith Knight, his repaired body armor was once again environmentally in fact, rendering whatever gases there were released as useless. Fluidly bending backwards under the arc of the blade swung at his neck, the razor edge passed harmlessly overhead as he executed a devastating dual strike Vappa rolling counterstrike motion with his lit light sabers capable of lopping off his enemies forearms in this close quarter combat.

Reinforcement Sith squad members rushed forward from the rear through the withering blaster fire came to the aid of their squad leader. Three of them with lit blades struck at Jorn's legs, knees and back as Daxton wrapped his hands in tentacles of Force, trapping whatever he was holding inside his hands.

"Finish off this cockroach, we have more important targets to kill." He instructed his acolytes as he turned back to the main battle in search of more foes to slaughter.

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz found a heavy E-Web repeating blaster among his dead vod. He took it, thanking them for their sacrifice, and saw a Sith squad approach the capitol building. He fired the E-Web at its highest power, punching through most of the Apprentices' armors.

 

[Jorn Mair]

OOC who exactly are you fireing at? Daxtons troops or just troops ingeneral?

 

[Verz Horak]

(OOC: Daxton's)