Under the Storm(Mandalorians/Sith)

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn cut himself free and was bing hit by a brarage of kitchen appliances. He'd have some bruses from this. Daxton left the room and he heard a Hisss sound comming from a gass line that was going to attach it self to his leg. Jorn knew that if there was a spark that the place would blow. He turned to leep out of the kitchen window. and covwered his heand and neck so if the rest of the glass would blow up it wouldnt kill him.

 

[Daxton Bane]

The resulting explosion made a satisfying whump, causing the walls to shake and blowing out the remaining windows. Satisfied that his enemy was now in little bits and pieces, Daxton didn't bother to make sure and check. Instead he gripped his side to stem the blood flow while the Orbalisks did their work. Another few minutes and the wound would be gone as if it didn't exist and he could go back to killing more Mando roaches.

Limping away from the apartment, Daxton was pleased even if he was injured. The pain was worth it to have crushed once and for all that annoying little bug.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn knew that It would seem that he was dead to the Sith and there for tracked him down to the front of the house. He had one of his blades and came up behind daxton. He didnt say a word. He aimed for the left shoulder were If he were to hit his mark would stab him through the heart

 

[Daxton Bane]

Fortunately for the Sith Knight, the loss of blood made him dizzy and he stumbled as causing Jorn's blade to miss the critical blow, the blade catching on cloak and back plate. Surprised that his foe was still alive, Daxton decided that every bad turn deserved to be returned in kind. Using the force to pin Jorn's arms to his sides, he stabbed his opponent through the stomach with his lightsaber. A rather nasty wound, that if left unattended would lead to shock and death.

Patting his helpless opponent's helmet with an open palm he said, "I would love to stay and chat, watch you die slowly from that wound but I have places to be and mandolorians to kill. Next time just lay down and die, worm food."

Keeping the Force Binds on his foe, Daxton turned around and walked away. He considered crippling the fool, but he was already dying so that would only show a meaness of spirit. Besides he wanted Jorn to linger and suffer first.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn was in emence pain. To have a lightsaber go though his armor like that. It burned him. He felt as if he was on fire. Unable to move. But Jonr was expecting him to do that. He had in his hands a preped flash bang. All he had to do was let go of the handel on the side and it would go off. when daxtom was walking away he said "I hope you like bright lights Bastard." Jorn expected him to be stuned somewhat. Jorn would fight till he was dead, and it probably wouldnt seem long from the wound that Daxton had give him. The last hitng he saw was a bright light and a loud bang.

 

[Edard]

As Edard leaped to the left and right he heard the coned message for his troops troops. with a sigh, edard shouted to he eight remaining apprentices, "The master has infiltrated the water storage control area, lets be done with this chore and get back to the Master, Execute order 37!" with the last bit of energy remaining in their body the apprentices threw defense out the window and slaughtered their prey. as they finished, their appearance began to shift and the force illusion dissipated. Were one minute ago there were eight sith apprentices, there were now eight looming berzerker who, being bolstered by the force, were almost indestructible. "Four! Thirteen! Nine! Go with them, I need no protection. " three of the mangled apprentice bodies shimmered and were replaced by three more berzerkers. these three had been damaged somewhat but they were still at eighty percent functionality. as they left each dropped their sabers and two sabers floated to Edard. Now that i don't have to concentrate on hiding them, i can focus on torturing you." pulling out his two sabers he used the force to hold the second pair. with a combined snap-hiss all the sabers ignited. the ones floating, assumed a half sphere in front of Edard who was now staning still. "this technique is called, Shuu'val, or in the native sith tounge, Red ball. simple name for an advanced technique. my master was skeptical of teaching it to me, its a skill usually reserves for high ranking knights. But because I am blind i can devote all the energy i dont use on a sense of sight, and put it into controlling the sabers. you should see a master do it, they introduce lightening into the technique. but for now, youll just have to settle for me..." edard started walking forward. to of the sabers were at his back guarding against attck from the rear, but the rest formed a red half sphere infront of him occasionally as he strode toward the mando something would get into the death zone created by Shuu'val and it would be sliced into hundreds of pieces before it hit the ground in flames.
(OoC: sorry for the wait, four kids require alot of attention.)

 

[Daxton Bane]

Jorn shouldn't have said anything. Instead Daxton had a split second to close his eyes before the grenade went off. The aucoustics dampening of his helmet helped mitigate the worst effects but he was still disoriented. Temporarily deaf except for the painful ringing echo in his ears, Daxton held his head with one hand, swaying unsteadily and raised an open palm towards Jorn, so as to use the Force and began to squeeze with the force, applying increasing pressure to bend metal and break bones. Unless he stopped, he would eventually crush both of his foes arms permanently.

 

[Jorn Mair]

When the blast went off Daxton Covered his eyes. It didnt work how he wanted to. He was being crushed even more than before. He felt his bones being crushed. He hears some small snaps. Daxton was breaking some of his bones. He yelled in pain from being crushed. He was mad that it didnt work. His Mando iron armor was creaking from the emence pressure. He knew that if he stayed here anylonger that he would be crushed to death. resisting the force would not do anything. Jorn tried to ball himself up again to make hims as large as he could and them relax himself veryquickly to see if the sunden release of resistance would let him loose from the Siths grasp.

 

[Danni Kestral]

As Moridin swept his leg to try and unbalance the Mandalorian, Danni began to close, using the Force to fling a large piece of broken ferrocrete from Emberli's missile attack at the back of the Mando's legs in order to help topple the man.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya had lost herself in the fight, the dark energy coursed through her veins as she took another Mandolorian down by using her blades as scissors and removing his head. An alarm bell in her head made her look down at the concussion grenade that rolled to her feet. With a flick of her wrist she sent the grenade back towards the Mandolorains, though her reaction wasn't fast enough and the grenade exploded a few feet from her, sending her flying.
She landed a few feet behind Moridin, ears ringing and a variety of new pains exploding all over her body. "Ouch." she muttered as she rolled onto her hands and knees, glad to see she still had her lightsaber hilts in her hand. The pain gave Anaya strength, it allowed her to reach deeper into the dark side of the force.
Rising to her feet she caught sight of a Mandalorain rushing for Moridin, attempting to attack him from his blind side, much like the blue woman was trying with the Mandalore leader. While she knew that Moridin was more than capable of dealing with the interruption, she could not allow it to happen. Blue tendrils of force lightning erupted from Anaya's hand, catching the soldier and bringing him to his knees. Anaya stalked forward as her dropped, stopping the lightening when she was in front of him. "You Madalorian's have no sense when it comes to seeking glory."

Igniting her blades again she used the force to pull him onto them before sending him catapulting towards Moridin's opponent.

 

[Mirta Kar]

Danni/Emberli/Anaya/Mirta/Moridin
Capital
Mirta couldn't find Daxton and Jarn, it was a shame she wanted to help him but it seemed that it wasn't going to be possible. She kept moving, she didn't want to be caught by Daxton, she had gone a ways but she figured she could always find more sith, her sensors on allowing her to see through this horrible storm. She smirked as she saw in the distance figures. She kept approaching using caution to ensure she wasn't snuck up on. It was then that she noticed Bear, and that he was in the thick of it.
Mirta had ran off, and found her self when she saw on her sensors picked up several Sith and bear. She grinned from inside her helmet as she threw her special grenade that she had been given. She watched as it hit the ground and the gas from the forcebreaker grenade was taken by the wind and engulfed all the Sith in the vincinity of Bear(moridin, and Anaya for sure) . She then laid down fire at towards Anaya. Taking cover in the remains of some sort of wall, she kept firing down on the Sith apprentice. She would kill them all!

 

[Daxton Bane]

Unlike rope, Daxton's Force Grip did not ease with the easing of the muscles. It keep growing tighter with the vise like grip. Then when it seemed that something was going to break, it stopped. It didn't get any tighter, but it didn't release him either. Daxton was laughing manically as his form began to dissolve before Jorn's eyes, like purple smoke blown away by the desert storm winds. In moments he was gone and so was the force binding Jorn in place. Where Daxton went and why he choose to spare Jorn was still a mystery....

 

[Jorn Mair]

When Daxton disapearred Jorn felt the Force loosen on his body. It was a good feeling to not be crushed. He wondered why that Daxton would leave? He could have finished him off, but he chose not to. It was..... different. Jonr tumbled to the ground. He grunted in pain from the wound to this stomach. The blade didnt pierce too deep from his Mando armor, but he was still bleeding out. He needed to fi himself up. Using his com system he contaced everyone that was orinagly going to fight Daxton saying "This is Jorn Mair, I have a saber wound to the stomach and need help. Daxton has left I repeat....... Daxton has left." He thought that Daxton was only going to regroup. Daxton was going to come back. He just didnt know when. Daxton was going to be back for blood, His blood.

Jorn started to walk back to the building to gather his sword that he had dropped. Entering the place he saw that the kitchen had taken the most damage. He picked up his sword and the meat cleaver. It saved his life so maybe it would save it again. Jorn placed his swords where they belonged and blaced the cleaver on his belt. It may look weird but he didnt care. He stumbeld out of the house to see that the storm was settling some what.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal deactivated his thermal vision, assuming that Daxton, or his illusions, were long gone. Exhaling loudly in exasperation. Holstering the pistol, he started away from the building he had hid within. Suddenly, his comm system crackled, a voice just ringing through the heavily strained network. "This is Jorn Mair, I have a saber wound to the stomach and need help. Daxton has left I repeat....... Daxton has left." Kal detected the voice of Jorn, clearly in pain. "Where are you?" Kal responded hurriedly, allowing for the delay in the comms system to give him a response.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn answered "In on the streets. I should be south from where we first saw Daxton." Jorn hoped that someone would get to him soon. He was bleeding out and needed to be patched up. Jorn had taked some clothing from a dead mando and used it to cover the wound and to help stop the bleeding.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

The forcebreaker grenade could only be described as Anaya's worst nightmare. At first she ignored it, expecting her rebreather to deal with it, but after a few seconds of batting the new Attackers blaster bolts aside she began to feel its affects. He rebreather had broken, damaged she assumed by the concussion grenade.

Supporting numerous wounds and relying entirely on her connection with the force to keep herself in the midst of the fight yet it was slipping away from her and leaving nothing but pain and dizziness in its wake. Batting another bolt aside she took a step back not daring to take her eyes of the incoming blaster bolts in case she missed one. A slight glance to the side to look for cover was enough to allow one to slip through.

Pain exploded across her shoulder and a scream erupted from her lips as she hit the floor. She could do nothing to mask, she couldn't draw on the pain for strength. As she ley there she became conscious of the blood as her vision began to darken at the edges. No! She was not going to lay here, she was not going to be defeated. She rolled onto her front and crawled for cover behind a large chunk of rubble. Propping herself up against it her fingers fumbled at her belt pulling free a comm link with a private line already set up.

"Kaine" she said calmly though her voice betrayed her pain. "I require your assistance....and a med pack."

She trusted the blue woman to keep clear of the force breaker fog and help Moridin where she could not.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine heard the call on his com, and couldn't help but hesitate for a moment. It was Anaya, and she obviously needed her help. Despite the situation at hand, he handed off his sniper to one of his commandos and instructed, "Keep the enemies busy, provide cover fire for the mistress and her apprentices, and contact me if any new developments arise." The commando saluted and turned to join his comrades as Kaine leaped off the side of the building, and raced back towards the merc skiff. The Mercs payed him no mind, continuing their push into the city as Kaine borrowed a stowed away speeder, and activated it. With a twist of the handle the speeder roared to life and sped off with its rider into the distant desert, heading towards the Capital City. On the way there he face no resistance, most of the forces in the cities and not in the wastelands in between, so it was relatively simple to get from Acadia to the Capital, and once there he killed the bike's engine and traveled on foot to Anaya's location.

He found her hiding behind a piece of rubble, her respirator clearly broken and herself suffering from the effects of some gas-based limiter that had obviously troubled her. He knelt beside her and produced one of his med-packs from his belt, pulling out a painkiller and a solution to help quicken the deterioration of the harmful gas in her system. "You're going to need this..." He said as he handed her a spare rebreather, or in fact it would be his primary rebreather that he never used because of his suit's ability to cycle out toxins in the atmosphere. Despite being force sensitive himself, he was not worried about the forcebreaker grenade, he had relied on instinct and battle prowess with only minor force aid before, and he could do so even if hit by one.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Kyr was usure of what exactly was happening and wasn't going to try and understand it. Apparantly the dead Sith were... resurrecting? He couldn't tell and immediately he tried to turn them into burning tar. He did understand however that their "Master" had infiltrated the water systems, and that was not good. Whatever was being done he had to stop it. The apprentice that he had nearly killed was two extra lightsabers and he held them in the air with his mind. He didn't like that. He didin't have the equipment really to handle that many blades, he was thankful however that it did have a light layer of beskar that hopefully would be enough if any strikes did connect. He was still exhausting the last of his flamethrower, and he decided it would be best to save until the Sith got nice and close, where it as near impossible not to be hurt; a lesson Abaddon learned not too long ago.

"Give me your worst, coward." He needed to finish this quickly and chase after that Master. His tricks though, were thuroughly exhausted, and he was deprived of his primary weapon, a huge loss by his standards. He kneeled down and collected a vibroblade though, as he held out his rifle with one arm pointed at the Sith. The blade had a cortosis weave (a smart move for who ever died with it when battling the Sith) and although it was heavier and unblanced in his single hand, he didn't think he would be single handing it long. He aimed his rifle for one last shot before he would be done with it, and go blade to blades with the Sith, if that is it came to that. Two more steps and he would singe the Sith.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Slinging the grenade launcher in one hand as he chambered a full magazine after ejecting the spent clip, Daxton listened to contact reports over the radio. His wounds still stung where the orbalisks grew fresh flesh and itched to high heaven, but he didn't have time or inclination to scratch the itch. With repairs to his armor complete and his protection resealed, Daxton lead a team of fresh reinforcements to the battlefield.

Based on reports, the Madalorians were using some sort of gas grenade that interfered with the Force, so now Sith assault squads were accompanied by droids hundreds of Mark IV assault droids to provide shield cover, preventing the Mandalorians from getting within thrown weapon range while providing cover and weapons platform support to the attackers.

Daxton hoped Jorn had suffered. Unlike the Sith Knight, whose poisonous symbiosis with the orbalisk granted him enhanced healing and regeneration, he doubted the Mandalorian would have gotten the medical attention he needed. A pity he couldn't stay and watch the light go out of his foe's eyes.

Moving forward the Sith Column began clearing a path to the center of the city under the cover of the storm.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal sprinted down through the streets, every so often checking his HUD to ensure he was still heading south, hoping that he would encounter Jorn before he encountered one of the Sith squads. Every step caused a surge of pain to rocket across his spine, chunks of shrapnel still lodged in his back. He longed for the pain to stop, but time was of the essence, and Jorn could not wait. He activated his heat vision once more, his eyes darting across the war-torn city for any sign of life that wasn't a fleeing crowd of civilians or a squad of Sith. He needed to find him soon.