Waking the Bear. [Mando/Sith]

[Carbon]

Plant Dome
@[member="Sirella Valkner"]

"Mandalorians are too pragmatic for a fool to ever reach this position.", he replies calmly without seemingly giving a second thought to the chair of vines. Taking a few slow breaths, a faint stare settles on the chair as he ponders the myriad of ways this could potentially go wrong.

Finally, he takes a few steps forward and lowers his armored bulk into the chair, taking his habitual sitting position of leaning forward, hands clasped together between his knees. "Don't bother with the goading - it's just an annoyance rather than a way to get me to accomplish anything."

He had to make that abundantly clear because most Mandalorians would have taken that assault on their honor and put themselves in a bad situation because of it - Em was doing it more out of being polite.

"So - what do you want."

 

[Sirella Valkner]

Plant Dome
@[member="Emberli Garett"]
“See?” Sirella said. “We’ve already established a basis for trust. You accept my chair, and I don’t crush every bone in your body.” She chuckled playfully, “Not that I think I could.” She mocked, “Not a big strong man like you, no you probably have cutters and flame throwers in that big metal suit of yours that could get you out of that situation.” Probably not, she thought with venom. “But I choose to believe it is the bud of a mutual friendship which will soon blossom between us.”

Meat psychology was predictable, especially in the males. Sirella lay on the ground, her body ever tantalizing his senses, near prostrate before the Mandalore. And where has she positioned him? In a position of dominance overlooking her high on a chair, she was the prey.

As she heard his question and almost laughed, “What do I want? It’s funny because I was going to ask you the same thing. What is it you what. What do you hope to accomplish here?” She waved her hand around. “This planet is a desiccated husk of what it once was. Why bother?” an explosion struck somewhere near the plant canopy. The plants absorbed as much as the energy as they could and redirected into the bioluminescence. Sirella closed her eyes and felt pulses of pleasure flow through her as the light intensified for a moment. Photosynthesis was great. A moan of pleasure escaped her mouth; she had been too long on a metal ship. “I would like to think,” she leaned back on her pedal, “that you and I could come to some sort of arrangement. Despite what others say, you seem like a reasonable man.”

 

[Carbon]

Plant Dome
@[member="Sirella Valkner"]

"Haven't heard anyone say I'm unreasonable, so I'll choose to pretend you aren't yanking my chain." While she was good at positioning herself, and, in a less combat ready state of mind he might have been aroused by her presence... it was merely something he noted absently and then completely forgot about.

The blank visor never left her, however, and he'd known enough Sith women to know how they operated; sometimes he allowed them to accomplish things, sometimes he did not. "It's the principle of it, among other things - like being easy access to Sith space." He wasn't divulging much with that; anyone with rudimentary capabilities in military thought could have told you that by simply looking at a map. Supply lines were important after all.

Faintly, the moan elicited a response from something animalistic inside of him - but again, it was repressed and forgotten immediately. The man could be a master of his emotions when he needed to be.

Still, if she could work his instincts enough, she'd get her way. Few realized how much he operated off of base instincts and how hard he had to work mentally to ignore it.

"And this arrangement?"

 

[Sirella Valkner]

Plant Dome
@[member="Emberli Garett"]

It was getting hot, and why wouldn’t it? Large overhead lighting glaring into a confined space, of course it would get hotter. Sirella wondered if Mandalorian Armor was temperature controlled. Concentrating, she slowly pulled back her flora clothing revealing more skin. She considered secreting some liquid to simulate sweat, making her sticky and wet, but decided against it. Better not to look dirty. She licked her full lips and stared up at the Mandalore. She smiled at him, lightly brushing his mind with hers. “You have me at a bit of a disadvantage,” she said. “I would like to look you in the eye when we speak.” Of course she had to up the ante. “I think I’ve proven my good intentions.” Looking up at the ceiling the lights dimmed and then came back on. “I control this little habitat, there are many things I could do. I think I’ve earned this don’t you?” She lifted up her naked foot and rubbed it down her now bare leg.

 

[B'Arin Graad]

Spaceport

@[member="Darth Talos"]

The satisfaction at knocking this Sith on his ass was short-lived. As B'arin sat up and readied his fists to pummel the man's face in, he found himself suddenly thrown bodily into the air. And yet, despite experience telling him how disorienting it should have been, B'Arin realized with a start that he had perfect clarity of the situation. Time seemed to move in slow motion for him as his brain seemed to find strength from a feeling of warmth coming from nearby.

Whatever the cause, B'Arin was not about to second-guess it. While still tumbling through the air, he unclipped a standard grenade, primed it, and threw it down at the Sith he had only moments ago tackled. As his body continued up and away, B'Arin tucked his limbs in and took control of his flipping, managing to land on his feet, before immediately pitching forward onto his hands to control the back-slide. All around him, other Mandalorians seemed to feel the vigor that he felt. Perhaps it was the Jedi? Whatever the cause, B'Arin clenched his fists and charged at the Sith once again.

 

[Soeht]

Relay Station
@[member="Verz Horak"], @[member="A 'den"], @[member="Ashin Varanin"], @[member=Hutuun'Kyramud],

Just as the flechettes from Hutuun'Kyramud's pistol flew out, Darth Apparatus extended his left arm from beneath his black cloak. His hand opened up - palm exposed to the Mandalorians. When the flechettes got within three meters of Darth Apparatus, they exploded just as they were designed to. A tremendous number of even smaller flechettes came from these explosions and continued to fly toward the Darth - working similar to how a scattergun did.

However, with the Force lightning no longer approaching the Darth, he obviously did not have to expend any effort on prevent himself from being touched by it. When the microflechettes began to spread out after the blast, they instantly turned around without being physically touched. All the microflecettes, upon being deviated from their original path, then struck the walls and ceiling of the control center in a manner that would not endanger the heavily armed Mandalorians.

Yet, Darth Apparatus still appeared to be in danger from the pellets fired from Verz's scattergun. His left hand twisted - turning his palm toward himself as if he waved something away. The slugs that came screaming toward him instantly veered away from their intended target. They flew ever toward the right of Darth Apparatus until they crashed into the wall with a deafening bang.

"Y͜ou̶r͜ ͡a͜t͠ta͟c҉k̀s̢ ͢are̢ p͟r҉i̧miţi͞v̧e͠,͏" taunted the Sith Lord, "Yi̶el̵d n̷ow,͝ or̵ ̀d͜i̕e."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Verz Horak, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]A 'den, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Darth Apparatus, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Hutuun'Kyramud,

Ashin's solution to the flechette problem was simpler. Those flechettes which came her way whined and shrieked, chewing away the lacquer on her suit of alchemical plate. Some weapons worked very well against such armor -- flamethrowers came to mind, as did sonic weapons. Flechettes were precisely the wrong choice. She defender her face with an upraised forearm and the suggestion of a Force shield.

Silence came, and then her fellow Darth's voice -- yes, she had been a Darth once, Darth Ashera -- carried throughout the devastated room. Lightning crackled around her off hand as she awaited the Mandalorians' answer.

 

[Carbon]

Plant Dome
@[member="Sirella Valkner"]

The armor was climate controlled, thankfully, so he didn't notice the heat - although the temperature displayed on his HUD began to rise. A metaphorical rise in temperature arose, too, from the woman as she began playing her body to her advantage. He'd seen this song and dance enough times to know what she was doing.

"You've earned my ear. Not my face.", he grunts. Automatically his eyes were drawn to her leg and now more exposed body. However, experience tempered the reaction she was finally starting to get - the thoughts were there, even if the desired biological response from certain parts of him were not.

 

[Ryori Holloway]

@[member="Daxton Bane"] @[member="Disciple"] @Ket Vander Veld @[member="Darth Apparatus"]
Also in vicinity: @[member="Darth Talos"], @[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"] @[member="Kaia Za'tire"] @B'Arin Graad
Spaceport

"So you plan to talk me to death? I knew Jedi were pathetic, I just never knew they were naggers!"

There was a small pause as Ryori tried not to laugh, then a small snort as she failed in that attempt. "A nagger? Really? That's the best insult you have to offer me? Cute. It also shows how much you know about Jedi. Trust me, they're all naggers. Every last one of them." Let that be the clue that she wasn't a Jedi, despite the Light that churned within her. She was completely unphased by his.... "insult". Ryori had been called much worse things in the past.

Tilting her head to the side and seeming to forget about them for the moment, Ryori felt the arrival of someone she knew quite well. She smiled. "Hey, Disciple. Ket's here. I think he's at the capitol." Her little brother was probably the only other person in this galaxy that Disciple could stand aside from Ryori. In fact, Ket was the reason Ryori had met Disciple in the first place. Ah, the memories.... Then her smile turned into a more serious frown as suddenly a just as powerful and just as familiar presence was felt... Though she was more than aware of Daxton, her gaze was fixed on a spot in the distance she couldn't even see, where the Relay Station was. Shit... Darth Apparatus. Her father.

Ket, Ryori said, reaching through to him telepathically with the Force. Feel that? Dad's here. He's at the Relay Station, I think... How long had it been since she'd seen her dad? Since she'd even heard wind of him? A part of her longed to storm her way that direction instead of wasting time with this want-to-be, but she knew it wouldn't be that simple. Daxton may not be a Master, but he'd still put up a decent fight. Ryori had learned early in life that the rank an individual held was never a sure show of what the person was actually capable of. After all, had she herself not beaten a handful of masters -- her father included -- to win the Tournament of the Saber as a padawan?

Ryori was not easily fooled. Being fooled required having trust, and trust was something Ryori was impressively short on... which was why she mentally prepared for Daxton to be more ready and willing to fight than he should have been after the Battle Meditation. Still, she did not engage him and had no plans to do so first. Ryori would stand there all day if she must, her gaze still seemingly transfixed on that location in the distance like Daxton was nothing but a mere trifle. An afterthought in light of more pressing threats that were more highly deserving of her focus -- a true insult.

 

[Sirella Valkner]

Plant Dome
@[member="Emberli Garett"]

“Very well,” she sighed. She lifted up his hand and beckoned him forward with her finger. The chair approached a little closer so Sirella could sit up and lower her voice as she talked. There was always a chance that this would end in a fight. “You want to win this battle. I’m thinking more long term.” There were techniques that had been used to induce reaction in for generations. She dilated her pupils from the light, and stretched as she sat up. With each breath she exaggerated her chest movements. Slowly she played with a strand of her hair and then switched to gently rub a finger on her collar bone, or rather her floral equivalent. “I can help you win long term. I’m inside the Empire, at its highest levels.” She stared through his helmet visor to where she believed his eyes to be. “I can help you. I think you’ll find my terms very reasonable. Let me ask you though…” playfully she placed a hand onto his knee and started rubbing, “What would you be willing to give me for my support? Would you give me my desire?” The last word was spoken in a particularly seductive tone, “Would you give me a throne?”

 

[Carbon]

Plant Dome
@[member="Sirella Valkner"]

"I want to win this battle to kick start winning this war.", he responds with complete sincerity. However, she at least got one rule of Mandalorian custom correct - look them in the visor as though it were their eyes.

His attention shifted briefly to the hand on his knee. Finally, she was making the right moves; still he restrained himself.

It was a matter of time at this point.

"Whose throne?"

 

[Sirella Valkner]

Plant Dome
@[member="Emberli Garett"]

Her breaths became increasingly hard as she continued to rub on his leg. On her knees she edged forward toward him. Both hands reached for his knees and started to slowly part them as he sat in his chair. Each time she rubbed a little further up his thigh and inched her body closer to his until she was on kneeling right in front of him. As meat went he wasn’t all that bad, and he seemed smart enough, which made her question if he was really a man. It didn’t take long before her body was firmly pressed up against him with his legs wrapped loosely around her midsection. She leaned in and rubbed her head against his stomach and chest gently before looking up with full lips and a well-practiced expression of desire. She was comely in every sense of the world. Her hangs changed destination, from his upper, inner, thigh to his stomach, armored chest. She rubbed little circles into his armor with her fingers as made her way to his helmet. Then Sirella dared, she reached up to pull the man’s helmet off, staring into his eyes with lips wetted by her tongue in anticipation.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Somewhere over the Rainbow - @[member="Dred Varad"] & @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Kaine holstered the grenade launcher over his back as he re-equipped his lightsaber and moved out of the ruined cluster of buildings to look down upon the shaken, but not completely defeated Dred Varad. "Come now Mandalorian, is that all you can do? I've seen children fight better than you have, so come on. Show me what you've got!" and with that he activated his lightsaber, the crimson blade snapping to life with a nightmarish hiss that illuminated Kaine and the surrounding area in a hellish blood-colored light. He wanted to make this one suffer, and he hoped Mikhail would be there to help him.

 

[Carbon]

Plant Dome
@[member="Sirella Valkner"]

Patience clearly wasn't her strong suit - it was, however, one of Ems. With a smirk he lifted his hands and stopped her from reaching his helmet. "You're giving me a diversion. Not an answer." He laughed with every hint of mirth.

"A bit rusty at this, aren't ya?"

She was working, he couldn't deny that, but she was simply trying far too hard.

 

[Sirella Valkner]

Plant Dome
@Emberli

She laughed with him, perhaps the first genuine laugh of her life. “You really aren’t like other men are you?” It wasn’t true, he was exactly like other men, a one track mind. The only difference was his single obsession wasn’t her currently. That did make him unique. Her arms settled on his shoulders, with her hands exploring his back playfully. “Do you know how I became a sith? I was found one day, taken by an Anzati who experimented on me, force me to fight.” An audible sigh left her awaiting lips. “I just wanted to tend my little garden. In a way it’s what I want to do now, find a place where I can be free of it all.” She squirmed between his legs and lifted her body up so she was almost standing.

Her head dropped bumping her forehead into his helmet so that she could peer through his visor into his eyes. “Whose throne you ask?” What passed for her heart started to beat faster and she pressed her chest up against his hoping he would feel the vibrations. “There is only one throne I want, not for myself but for someone worthy. The Emperors Throne, the Galactic Throne perhaps even… but most importantly your throne.” She laughed a little to herself. “Evolution teaches us that the strong survive. The strongest species, the strongest society, the Sith are corrupt, greedy, and broken. They are the antithesis of a superior society. They are a dying people and we should let them die.” Like most meat. “I want to live in a place with order.” Sirella’s voice grew soft and sad in tone, “I want to live in a society where I don’t need to live in fear.”

 

[Carbon]

Plant Dome
@[member="Sirella Valkner"]

"You've earned a measure of trust by being honest.", he says slowly, a metal coated crush gaunt trailing fingertips up her flank. "Sad to say, though, that measure of trust isn't complete." There was a bit of a warning in that tone.

She'd find, barely discernible, a pair of dark colored eyes looking back at her with a fiery passion; although whether it was for her or something else, it was hard to say. "Sadly, the Sith are superior for the moment. They won't be long though. History has shown them inept at staying in power."

Grinning faintly, lips curling visibly, he locks gaze with hers. "You're easy to see through - for the moment. You layer lies within the truth. You want power, that ill believe. But the last bit? Utter crap. Try again."

 

[Tefka]

Capital
@[member="Anaya Fen"] @[member="Ket Van Derveld"] @[member="Kamon Vondiranach"] @[member="Emberli Garett"] @[member="Darth Moridin"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

"Our fight this is, Lord Mandalore," Teferi spoke as the Sith began to enter the battlefield of the Capital.

“Aaaah Grandmaster Jedi. How nice of you to hobble your way off of Coruscant to join us here on the outer rim.”

"A pleasure it is, Emperor." Teferi spoke, slowly hobbling up towards the Emperor while motioning for Jaxton to stay back a bit, watching the Mandalore sail off in the distance. "Agree with you, this weather does not, hm?"

It almost seemed as if the Grandmaster had just cracked a joke, if not for his face being deadly serious.

"Terms for peace I offer you, Emperor of the Sith." He dropped his walking stick on the ground, stretching his arms out and popping his neck as the Force flung Teferi's lightsaber hilt to his hand. "Go back, you will, to the darkness you can from."

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Capital
@Tef @Moridin @Ket @Kamon @Reyven @Anaya (I think that's everybody).

The Grandmaster didn't reply to his mental message, and instead walked up to the Sith Emperor while motioning Jaxton back. Then he cracked a joke, yet maintained a deadpan expression of seriousness on his face. Then, the Granmaster put down his cane, pulled his lightsaber into his hand, and told the Emperor to go home. It was impressive, if not foolhardy. Here they were outnumbered four to three, with Jaxton himself being a mere padawan, and the Grandmaster tells him to surrender. Mandalore had been taken away by some sort of sentient plant Sith, and Jaxton wondered if he was supposed to go help protect Mandalore or stay here and help Teferi. He eventually decided Teferi probably needed help more than Mandalore did, as Mandalore was only with one Sith and he had his nutrient frame. If Jaxton left Teferi and this new Jedi Master would be 2 on 4.

What the hell have I gotten myself into? Jaxton thought to himself while shielding his emotions and thoughts from the potentially mentally invasive Sith mere meters in front of him.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

@[member="Teferi Efreet"] @[member="Anaya Fen"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"]
Moridin stood towering several feet above the the Jedi Grandmaster. The Emperor peered down at the little green Jedi and perked an eyebrow as the man offered him a way out. Teferi strangely enough was actually the first Jedi Moridin had faced in a long time that had offered for him to just leave, most Jedi of this age and the last actively offered to fight and kill him almost every time they met. He smirked slightly as the Jedi Master dropped his cane and drew his lightsaber.

“Aaaahh grandmaster, you never fail to amuse. Anaya, take the apprentice.” The Dreadlord slowly grabbed the black hilt on his belt. He began to juggle it between his fingers, letting the hilt spin beneath and around his palm. The Emperor peered at the little green man, and then finally hit the switch on on the lightsaber itself.

The blade quickly popped out in a bright red hue, however it didn't stop at two feet like a regular lightsaber. The blade extended itself far out beneath the hilt, reaching a length of several meters in a matter of a nano-second, clearly the weapon was a Lightwhip. Moridin smirked at the little alien creature before him, and then slowly drew the Sith sword from his back. “I think instead Grandmaster. I will bathe the rest of the galaxy in Darkness.”

As he finished speaking Moridin flicked his wrist forward. He sent the long coiled blade straight towards Teferi's tiny form.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Relay Station
@A 'den, @Ashin Varanin, @Verz Horak,@[member='Darth Apparatus'],

Kyr was supremely disappointed by the fact that all his projectiles failed to his expectation of preformance. With an audible grunt he didn't bother listening. Kyr was a pure instinct machine, he was no Mandalore who conversed freely upon the enemies whim, simply because he knew he could crush them. Kyr would niether converse freely with them, and nor did he believe he had the upper hand in this effect. He didn't care though, as he was confident that there would be something within his arsenal he could use to turn the tides. Chem grenades wouldn't work, at least on the male of the two, Frag grenades were not proven to be nothing compared to the females armor, and the the males mastery over the force prevented projectiles to do their job. These were supremely more difficult challenges than he had ever faced. These were no Daxton Bane's, or the freakish monster he burned ali- fire. Kyr loved fire, and he just remembered that he did. Though could he trust that it would work? At least with the lady her head was free for the taking as far as he knew, and at least within the Mandalorian's mind, the male Sith Master would probably attempt to avoid the attack. He couldn't be in two places at once though.

He looked first to the female, and then to the male. Just barely on the edge fully commiting to an action of some kind. He didn't know how to respond, and thus he froze. This was unusual for him, in that normally circumstance's presented him with at least one way out, one choice he could always make. But his one choice was always to fight to the death, but in this situation, to fight was to meet death, and with no sense of a small victory. This is when the Tusken Mandalorian did something, and said something, that never had he said before in all his life.

"My, brothers.... yield... for now." He dropped to a knee in the sheer effort of spitting out the three simple words to his brothers. It literally took all the strength within him to say it. He was beaten. He could not fight two Sith Masters without additional help. He was a savage, but he was entirely stupid, and he still had a trace of the one part of him that wanted to preserve his well being. He felt like a coward, though perhaps this Sith was at least an honorable sort, that would allow him one last charge should he be unable to turn the tides. He stowed away his pistols, and sat their knelt before the male Sith Master.

"What... do... you... offer." He "asked" them both. Again, it cause him almost to collapse. He couldn't explain what was possessing him to say such things, but he knew when he was out matched. Tech and brawn would never be a match for demi-gods. But he knew if he survived this day, he would eventually be known as Darjetti'Kyramud, the Sith Killer. Some day, he'd find a way to match them, someday, he would be feared by them, and someday, he would make Mandalore proud, with him as his champion.