Waking the Bear. [Mando/Sith]

[Mirta Kar]

Somewhere @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mikhail Shorn @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Kaine Zambrano @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Dred Varad
Mirta turned on her optic filters, and saw 3 figures, she just had to get to a place to fire at them from. She ran through some rubble when she found a partly intact building. She ran through the rubble to find a way in, finally finding a door, she smashed her way through before climbing the stairs, and finding a vantage point from a window, she cringed as she had seen the basilisk take the hit as it lifted off, its armor was damaged but it was still active she watched as it flew up and fire missles down at the source of its attacker.

Mirta turned on her optic filters and looked for enemies, she saw 3, and one was her friend, she wasn't in a postion to help her friend though so she fire supressing fire at kaine. It was the least she could do.

 

[Darth Talos]

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member="B'Arin Graad"]

Talos saw the grenade falling from the air and used the force to toss the detonator away and into a crowd of Mandalorians being led by a Jedi Padawan. The grenade detonated, obliterating the entire group into galactic dust. The angered Sith now jumped to his feet and faced down the Sith running towards him again "Enough of this! You die here Mando, scum!" Talos screamed to his attacker as he focused the immense dark energy around him into the center of his right hand. The resulting power began to form a black mist in the palm of his hand, that grew increasingly thick as more power amassed. "This is the end for you!"


With one last battle cry, Talos released a pulse of dark magic at the Mando, one so powerful it ripped the metal from the floor into a deep canyon as it pass by.

 

[B'Arin Graad]

Starport

@[member="Darth Talos"]


B'Arin watched the metal sheets fly apart down the seams as the wave of Force energy came barreling towards him. Rather than simply jump to the side, he slid onto one knee and jerked a metal sheet up and placed it at an angle from the approaching Force push. The whole sheet reverberated for a heartbeat before it passed, at which point B'Arin stood up and slung the sheet to one side, roaring with effort as his muscles screamed in protest. Spinning around once, he hurled the sheet straight for the Sith before reaching for his belt and charging the Sith once more.

 

[Soeht]

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

As Hutuun'Kyramud knelt before Darth Apparatus, his left arm retreated behind his cloak. He still held his lightsaber out to the side.

Before the other Mandalorians responded to the apparent surrender of their peer, Darth Apparatus answered with, "Ulti͏m͏ate͜l̷y,̡ I o̶ffer a͏ ̡c͝h͝a͜nc̡e to͜ ̧f̛igh͜t ͝i͞n the̕ gr̨ea̛te̡s̵t w̡ar͡ tha͝t̀ ̷y̸ou͡ co͏ul̡d ev̛e͘r f̧ig͝h̕t."

It seemed as if Darth Apparatus was aware that those before him were Mandalorian - but then again, they usually wore similar armor. The Sith Lord obviously attempted to appeal to their sense of honor.

"It̛ is ̨the ̶sa̷m͠e typ̵e̶ of ͜o̧ff́e̸r t̀h͏e҉ ͏Ma̶n͢d̕al̸òre̴ ҉ob̢viou̕s̸l̀y͏ ̀d̕e̵n̷ied̷,͢" continued the Darth.

Slowly, the dark side began to seep forth - toward the Mandalorian's minds. Darth Apparatus intended to actively cloud their judgment and corrupt their sensibilities. Still, an alert mind could have avoided the effects.

What would come from the Darth's mouth would be nothing but prevarication. Yet, it was similar to how Darth Apparatus had previously polluted the minds of all kinds of life - from Jedi, to Sith, to politicians, and even certain children.

"I͠ ̛am̕ ͝thé harbing̵èr ̡of ̕y͞o̡ur̛ pęŕfe̛c̸t͡i͜on," he claimed, "T̷h̵e̛re is ͞g̴reat͜ ̶p̵otèntial wa͠sted.́"

Through the dark side, Darth Apparatus prompted illusions within their thoughts of the Mandalorians conquering Republic worlds with the banners of all the great clans following them. Yet, if they managed to resist his initial attempts to dull their judgement it was unlikely the visions would be seen.

Then, his voice seemed to slowly draw out each syllable as he asked, "Do̕ ̸y̵où u̡n͞d͜er͠sta͞nd?"

 

[Sirella Valkner]

Plant Dome
@[member="Emberli Garett"]
Easy to see through? It almost made her laugh. He was off basis, but it didn’t matter. She didn’t desire a throne, just safety, just security. “Always hide a lie inside of truth,” she said, “it makes it easier to swallow.” It was a simple statement, and more often than not true.
Her head was still resting on the helmet and her eyes were locked, as best she could, with his. “Do you really want to know what I’m thinking? Do you want the entire truth?” Maybe it was necessary to tell him, to give him a peek into her insecurities. “I look at you and I see meat. I think we both know I could kill you right now.” She let her hands drift up and down his sides and legs caressing gently, “And I think that is part of the thrill, the attraction. Mutual destruction as an aphrodisiac, sentients are strange indeed.” She moved her body closer to his while keeping their eyes locked. “I think you could make me Empress, me fighting from the inside, and you from without. In that position I’d support you in your military conquests and you’d provide an external force capable of intervening should the other sith lords rise up.” Biting her lower lip she added, “But I don’t know if I want that. It would put a target on my back. So that makes my mind go in another direction. We could be married. You would marry me and declare me Empress citing some bogus claim. You would run a public relations campaign to create dissident groups within the Sith Empire, ordinary citizens who support me and therefore you. I would give you a seeming legitimacy in an invasion of the Sith Empire. I would be Empress but you would rule in all but name.” she chuckled, playfully, “and its win, win for me as well. Even if you do not take control of the Empire you would still be Mandalore. I’d still be safe with power and you’d be the target not me.”
She bucked her hips into his, “And what if you don’t want to think on such grand terms? What if you just want an end to this war? I could probably convince the Emperor to come to terms. You and yours get Concord Dawn back. The Sith Empire, in order to save face, would have to be allowed to keep junction. My mind wanders again. In certain cultures in the galaxy where old bloodlines still mean something a marriage could seal the peace treaty. In this way I might still have you, and thus gain a measure of protection and power through you and the Mandalorians. Then my mind wanders again, would this be something you’d be interested in? Either way I’d want an alliance, something firm even if built on a shaky foundation, between the Empire and the Mandalorians.” Closing her eyes she breathed lightly fogging the man's visor. “I’d like to think that you see the merit in this, in me. That you think like me. The force knows why I hope that."

She knew she would have to explain, "Have you ever knocked over an insect hive? they rebuild and it ends up becoming bigger, and more structurally sound than it was before. That is what the Sith Represent, that element of chaos that force societies to grow, become stronger. And the Mandalorians. You are more like us than you realise I think. I wish.” she averted her gaze from his. “I want to believe that you see the Jedi and Republic the same as me. They are forces of stagnation, an evolutionary dead end.” Her eyes turned morose, “So my mind is a jumble, and I’m adrift at sea. And then I wonder, why do I care what you think?”

 

[Halik Falkosi]

Alright, so typically Halik is not one to leave a fight. As interesting as watching a Jedi and Sith talk to each other, throw an attack, then stop and talk to each other again was... other things happened. An interesting role that some Mandalorians had in command was to sift through an immense amount of information coming to them through the HUD's of many of the significant officers on the field. They did not rely solely on the verbal information sent in but also on the video sent back as well. The off shoot command hubs were incredible hubs of information. It was from them that he got his orders, which were fed to him in both comm and video form. At the relay things were going south rapidly. Video showed Hutuun submitting.

Halik ground his teeth and initiated his jetpack. He had quite a bit of area to traverse between his position and the relay. All the while he traveled he was both concerned and very mad with his brother. Hutuun was part of a team that had seen a fair amount of action together. Even though he had been somewhat distant to the members of it, Halik knew the man personally and that gave him a sense of kindred spirit. Furthermore he was disappointed that the Tusken Mandalorian was subtmitting to the Sith. Submission to the Sith would likely mean death. Worse yet it was a honorless death. Death as a prisoner would bring nothing to his clan. Nothing but shame at least. Halik refused to allow that to come to pass. Furthermore... the tactical necessity of the relay was also worthy of note.

As he got closer he noticed the hole in the wall where the group was gathered. Using information on the shared visual on his HUD, he gained the knowledge that one of their attacking Sith was a the figure he was beginning to see more and more through the hole in the wall in the distance. He needed ideas quickly. Ones that would also get his fellow Mandalorians on their toes and attacking. He punched a few buttons on his wrist and lined up four small explosives. Using the aid of the targeting systems on his HUD he shot the four explosive darts, two at the wall floor level and two more just on the floor. With a quick press of another button the darts exploded. As they exploded he pulled two blaster pistols out of his holsters. He was ready to fire the moment he got closer.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Looking for Pots of Gold - @[member="Kaine Zambrano"], @[member="Mirta Kar"], @[member="Dred Varad"]

Mikhail was knocked backwards by the shockwave of the grenade explosion, even though the Mando took most of it. Wearily, his wounds aching and clawing at his continued will to fight, Shorn stood. Darth I stood over the fallen Mando whose jetpack had gone haywire. The Grand Vizier's blade was ready to strike. Above their heads, Mikhail heard the sudden whine of electrical motors. He glanced up sharply, pale blue eyes staring at the Basilisk war droid as it hovered in the air, missile launchers pointed at Mikhail.

He dived out of the alleyway, propelled by the Force. For what seemed like the hundredth time that day, he went sailing through the air, hurled by the blast of an explosion and the power of the Force. Shards of metal bit into his hands as he held them up out of instinct, shredding the tender flesh. He tried to push himself to his feet, but his hands screamed in protest as they drooled red onto the earthen street. He looked into the sky, the Basilisk's missile launchers turned on him again. Shorn might not be able to use a lightsaber now, or get to his feet, but the Force had not deserted him. He raised his bloodied hands and reached out in the Force.

As a Force User, Mikhail was skilled at only two things: telekinesis, and lightsaber combat. He showed aptitude for illusions and the very fact that he was still standing meant he had some abilties at healing with the Force, but all these skills were only minor. A true Force User, like the Grand Vizier, would probably crush him with a telepathic attack. But in a fight like this, Mikhail was a combat pragmatist. Pure and simple.

Lost in concentration, he grabbed one missile and dipped it downward as it left the tube, cause it to detonate prematurely while still inside the Basilisk. The other missile he grabbed and wrenched around with the Force, a massive effort of him since he had to restrain all the rocket power the missile had until it ran out of fuel. When it did, he turned it around and hurled it at the other, shorter Mandalorian, who was laying down covering fire. The missile sailed toward her.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Capital City
@[member="Reyven Samoth"]

The Sith redirected incoming blasterfire right at Kamon. The first went just wide of him, skimming really close to actually hitting. As it did so, he reactivated his sabers and brought them up to deflect the remaining shots harmlessly up into the sky. As he did so, he noticed the Mando jetpack off. That was interesting as he hadn't known Mando's were keen to jump into a fight and then run off. Kind of annoying really, considering all the Mando had done was shoot at the Sith a few times and have his blasts hit back at Kamon.

Again this Sith was being a chatterbox. It was really rather boring, his mouth running on and on. Kamon wasn't game for boring. He swooped in, twirled his sabers once and brought one of them down towards Reyven's arm while the other moved to engage the Sith's weapon. As the first came down, though, he anticipated the Sith trying yet again to catch the blade, so at the last second he deactivated it, then reactivated it to stab it towards the Sith's midsection.

 

[Carbon]

Plant Dome
@[member="Sirella Valkner"]

"You think too much.", the man says, voice rumbling from deep inside his chest. Eyes alight with mischievous glee, the grin only grows. "I don't think you've thought things through enough though. Too much thinking, not enough depth..."

The last word is relished, and his hand grips her hip provacitively for a brief moment. "Mandalorians can only marry other Mandalorians. So I see this going two ways. We fight. Or you become a Mandalorian, help us, and prove your worth. Then maybe..."

The grin faded to a knowing smirk as a steel girder for an arm looped around her waist. "You'll get what you act like you want."

 

[Sirella Valkner]

Plant Dome
@[member="Emberli Garett"]
As the Mandalore, one of the most powerful men in the galaxy, gripped her waist and pulled her in she groaned a low groan of pleasure. Her body reacted to his touch, hips moving playfully in a circular manner against him. “You want me in armor?” She asked as her hands caressed his armored form. Delicate fingers sought out any opening, any crack in the armor to caress and fondle. “I never thought I’d meet a man who wanted to put more clothes on me.” Chuckling the woman pouted her lips and rubbed her forehead against his helmet. “Then again, that just makes a better show when its time for them to come off.” She could make out his expression vaguely through the visor. “And the other options is us fighting? Locked in mortal combat.” Sirella laughed the thought off. “But I think you’re missing a third option.” The living throne descended slowly backward with Sirella settling on top of Mandalore. Leafs and soft vines slowly formed into cushions and strew around the ground. “We will probably need to do both.”

The woman was now on top of the Mandalore. “We will need to put on a good show for a crowd.” She licked her lips and locked her hands on the man’s shoulder blades. She toppled off of him and fell with a soft hump into the leaves.She lay next to him, eyes staring at the ceiling, puffing a little. ”In order to stay useful to you, we can’t appear too friendly.” Melancholy struck in her voice, “That is a woman’s lot in life, to be useful to powerful men.”

 

[Carbon]

Plant Dome
@[member="Sirella Valkner"]


"Everyone is supposed to be useful to their clans. There's no shame in being useful." The man shrugs from his new position laying on the ground. She was a curiously sexual plant, and by now be was sincerely wondering if she could even have sex or if this was just a well rehearsed act with nothing at the end but his (or whoever the victim was) death.

There's a chuckle as he sits up and stands in order to pace slowly. "Yes, both could work. We do enjoy our dueling."

A faint 'hrm' escapes his lips. "This is more your decision than mine. Ball is in your court - is it both? A fight and then a defection?"

 

[Lance of Dreams]

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

"It̛ is ̨the ̶sa̷m͠e typ̵e̶ of ͜o̧ff́e̸r t̀h͏e҉ ͏Ma̶n͢d̕al̸òre̴ ҉ob̢viou̕s̸l̀y͏ ̀d̕e̵n̷ied̷,͢"

With a very audible grunt, he ignored all else the Sith had to say, "Then it is an offer I won't hear." He began to charged after him, this time unleasing an aresenal against both Sith that could not simply be tossed away like garbage. He threw several grenades in the females direction while he took out one pistol in his opposite hand and fired at her with the flechette, mean while with his other hand upon tossing the priming explosives, he reached down to grab his Ultrachrome blade. With the explosives in the air, the rounds shot, and his blade in hand, the Tusken charged the male Stih. That though was not going to be his main attack, as he thought that fire would be far more suseptible in this case. He charged after the Sith intending to lock blades, but as he did so he activated his flame throwers within his gauntlets.

As he charged, Halik began to make his desent through the gapping hole the female had created. Though her armor would take most of the brunt of whatever she did not defend against via the force, soon she would be preoccupied by Halik and hallucinogens. He felt ashamed for even considering the Sith had anything worth hearing, but the offering of something with the implication of mercy had him wondering enough about who the Sith was to temporarily halt the fighting. He was sure glad he didn't have to listen long to know he made a mistake. Though he would admit them, there was no point in hiding something you actually did, that would be cowardice.

 

[Verz Horak]

Relay station

Same people as before

Verz was confused when his vod had knealt before the Sith,but quickly jumpes back into action when Kyr attacked. Following Kyr's lead,he tossed a few frag and concussion grenades at Apparatus, then turned to engage the woman, Ashin, but before charging at her, scooped a pair of crushgaunts off off a fallen brother and quickly put them on. He then fired his slugscatterer at the female Sith.

 

[Sirella Valkner]

Plant Dome
@[member="Emberli Garett"]

Sirena rolled away from Mandalore onto her stomach, extending her right leg at the knee and lifting into the air behind her. Her foot made small slow circular motions in the air, “I think I’ve established my worth and trust.” She said a note of devious ness spread through her tone. “So let me ask you something, can I trust you? Meat has been known to lie to me, and meat-men doubly so. Why should I believe you’re acting in good faith?”

 

[Carbon]

Plant Dome
@[member="Sirella Valkner"]

"Why should I believe you are?", he asks rhetorically. "If you can count on one thing, it's that I'm a Mandalorian. We're defined by our honor and integrity. If that's too much for you to believe, I've got nothing else to say."

Turning to face her, he folds his arms over his broad chest and looks squarely at her.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Capital City
@[member="Darth Moridin"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"] @[member="Teferi Efreet"] and whoever else I have missed
Anaya watched the mandalore sail away from them a flash of anger running through her. Later, she thought, drown the light first then squash the tinmen's leader. She remained silent as the Emperor and Grandmaster exchanged a few small words, a courtesy that they perhaps could have done without. Nevertheless she used the time to draw on her hatred for the Mandalorians, and for all those that had ever done her wrong. She drew on her fear of the Sith Lord that ruled her and the moment he spoke her name, her lips curled back in a cold cruel smile.

"With pleasure." she replied her twin sabers coming to life in her hands. She did not spare any words for her opponent, today was not a day for words, today was a day for blood and silence. using the force to close the gap between them she flashed from Moridin's side to appear before the Jedi apprentice, on saber stabbing for his throat, the other for his stomach.

 

[Reyven Samoth]

"Well, your friend is gone, shame." He went to stop the blade, only for the blade to stop existing. He'd used this technique numerous times and was prepared for it. He traced the emitter of the hilt and stepped to his right in time for the blade to graze the left side of his torso. The inactive end of his staff twisted and pointed towards the blade, igniting and forcing the saber out at lightning speed away from his body as the blade came to existence.

He spun the staff in front of him once to clear the air and stepped back, clutching it with both hands on his right side. "Almost, if I weren't experienced in combat I would probably be dead now. Question being, when did Jedi start killing?" He lashed out with the near end of his staff, sweeping to take the Jedi's legs off at the knees before stepping forward and swinging the rear emitter up, over, and down onto the Jedi to cleave him in half at his left shoulder.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Capital City
@[member="Reyven Samoth"]

"You could say the council and I don't see eye to eye on a lot of things. They don't- condone- much of what I do. It is a necessary thing."

The blades were coming in. First the leg sweep, a typical move meant to throw him off his game by forcing him to jump to avoid it and then leaving him in the precarious position of his second attack coming through, which would usually end in him being dead. Kamon was too good for that. Still, he wanted Reyven to think that the move was going to work, so he did jump above the leg sweep, just enough to avoid it, but he didn't leave it at that.

Reyven had moved in. Kamon had moved closer by jumping not just up, but forward. As the Sith brought his weapon around, a blue blade swung towards the center of the staff, from outside to in, aiming to cleave it in two and carry forward into the Sith's side. His second blade rose to catch the impending blade as he landed mere inchest in front of the Sith.

 

[Reyven Samoth]

Capital City
@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

"Sounds like you're on the wrong side, then. But once I've beaten you down we can discuss philosophies. If you don't die, that is." The Jedi's saber met his staff's hilt. Unfortunately that was how he lost his initial saberstaff. Jedi loved to target the hilts of these things. As such, this one happened to be made of phirk. As such, it did not get cleaved through, and the Jedi was still in the air. Taking advantage of this situation, he swept his right leg forward behind the Jedi's before he could land and threw his weight forward, pushing both of the Jedi's blades back.

Simultaneously, he sent forward a firm push from the Force, aiming to aid his physical push and trip the Jedi up and cause him to land on his back. That was the aim, anyway.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Capital City
@[member="Reyven Samoth"]

"Not really. I don't let my emotions control me like you do. Nor do I use the darkside of the Force."

Still, he was thrown backwards. Clearly this Sith had taken a lot of precautions for such agressive activities. This did not bother him. What did bother him was the fact that he was thrown back to land on his back. It hurt, to say the least, but he wasn't slow enough to just lie there as some would. As soon as he landed, he kicked off with his feet and flipped himself backwards, up and over onto his feet to face the Sith once again.

Moving forward, he moved as if he were going to attempt to cut the Sith's head from his shoulders. At the last second, however, he dropped into a slide, with one hand moving to drag the ground, protected by his armor, and maneuvered himself in an attempt to sweep the Sith's legs out from under him. Kamon was confident that he had a better ground game than the Sith did, and he wanted to even the playing field just a little bit. Get the Sith to the ground, and then he could work his movements away from simple lightsaber combat and into true physical combat.