Waking the Bear. [Mando/Sith]

[Carbon]

Plant Dome
@[member="Sirella Valkner"]
All Mandalorians

"Not sure it was good enough to warrant more of these side effects.", he deadpans, helmet shifting to cast a visored glance at the plant woman. Again, he was momentarily shook by how much smaller she was than he, but it was gone from his mind the moment it had passed into it.

Opening a comm channel to his men, he speaks. "This is Mandalore; who needs help?"

 

[Reyven Samoth]

Capital
@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

This Jedi was a pain, though every Jedi he went against anymore seemed to be proficient with that irritating light ball. Why should this one be any different? It didn't kill him last time, at any rate, this would be no different.

He focused the lightning as he noticed it being channeled, feeding the buildup so that it would be most harmful to both when it burst. He didn't care. He was going to end this Jedi one way or another. He had to make him pay for the pain he felt now. Until that point, though, he had to try and do more damage to the Jedi.

His saber-carrying hand dropped to the ground, knuckles-first, and pointed an emitter at the Jedi under him. With the emitter aimed at the Jedi's ribs, he ignited it once more, hoping to boil his insides.

 

[Verz Horak]

Star Port
Nade Spam Squad and everyone at Star port

The gunship had taken a few minutes to reach the starport, and Verz once more prepared to fight. He smiled under his helmet, ready to fight and if needed, die, for his people and the Mandalore. He grabbed some more grenades and blaster gas, loading his weapons. Strapping the grenades to his belt, noticed another weapon in the weapon rack. A heavy quad-rotor blaster.He considered the weapon he had, his standard blaster rifle, and his slugscatterer, the placed the assault blaster down. He picked up the quad-rotor, activating it. He spun the barrels, then smiled once more.

"Dibs on this on ner vode!"

 

[Jorn Mair]

Star Port
Nade Spam Squad and everyone at Star port

Jorn gave the ship controls back to the pilot and told him "I will see you after this whole ordeal it taken care of." He got off of the ship so he could relaod his weapons and maybe get something else new.

Jorn reloaded his rifels and pistols, grabbed a few grenades. and found a spare rifle in a breakable box. It was different from the ones that they had. he bashed it open hearing Verz say something about calling on a weapon he had found. Jorn saw that on the side was these other things that you could get for the rifle for different situations. Jorn grabbed the bayonet, extended mags, collapsible stock, a holographic green dot scope, and a grenade launcher attachment. He but all of the items on, or replaced the items with better ones. The bayonet would be on the side of the barrel so the grenade launcher would fit on the bottom. The scope fit nicely on the top, and he had about 300 rounds of shells that would cycle through the gun at some point.

he carried his other rifle just in case this one was not good. he turned around to see Verz getting a four barreled gun of some sort and knew that they would be kicking some can.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Capital City
@[member="Reyven Samoth"]

The Sith was right, releasing that energy back at Reyven would also harm Kamon. More burns now decorated him, but he wasn't about to let that and his other wounds be the end of him. He had more in store for this Sith, and it was going to start now. As the man lowered his hand down towards the ground, holding his saber, he knew what was about to happen, and it was time for Kamon to move.

As the saber activated, he bucked upwards, lifting his body above the blade, and intent on sending Reyven over onto his stomach. As he did so, he released his leghold on the mans arm and reached a hand towards the one holding the activated saber, where he moved to clamp his hand upon the gauntlets the man was wearing, strengthening his hand with the Force, intent on crushing the gauntlet to render it ineffective.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

YE'll TAKE THE HIGH ROAD, AND I'LL TAKE THE LOW.-
@[member="Kaine Zambrano"], @[member="Mirta Kar"], @[member="Dred Varad"], @[member="Genet'orar Detta"]
As the smoke cleared, the pock-marked ground held no body for Mikhail's gaze. The Mandalorian survived, it appeared. Shorn cursed. These Mandos seemed to have a knack for escaping death by a hair's breadth. So where was he? The chirping of a blaster distracted Mikhail. The shorter Mando was running toward Mikhail, the Grand Vizier, and the downed Mandalorian. Mikhail lifted a hand and sent a powerful Force shove at the short one (Mirta Kar). The Force Shove contacted the thrown grenade, a brilliant explosion of yellow filled Mikhail's vision, leaving a painful after image. A pillar of dust and smoke rose from the site of the grenade's explosion. Mikhail sent another force shove at the short Mando to knock her off her feet. Even as he did so, there was a disturbance in the Force.

Suppressed weapons were good against normal soldiers. They were not completely silent, that lie came from the holovids. But they did the job. A Sith like Mikhail, however, did not need hearing to pick up on the firing of a weapon. The Force sufficed. Shorn's pale blue eyes snapped up to the skyline, where he saw the Mandalorian firing a grenade launcher at him. Reaching out in the Force, Mikhail grabbed the grenade and turned it back on the Mandalorian like a heat-seeking missile. But the Force was a much powerful guide than mere heat. When would these Mandos learn to stop shooting grenades at Force Users?

 

[A 'den]

Star Port
'Nade Spammers and everyone at Star port

After getting off of the gunship, A 'den replenished his grenades and some of his explosives, but sadly he only could only manage to acquire 10 kilograms of explosives. "Rally Masters is there any weapon you would suggest?," asked A 'den as he stood still.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Capital
@[member="Anaya Fen"]

Damn. Jaxton thought to himself as the Twi'lek Sith tucked herself into a roll, just barely a slice that would have ended the battle, as well as her life. The woman continued her roll then turned around and threw her dual lightsabers. Jaxton batted at one headed towards his legs, hitting it back towards the twi'lek, then sliced at another aimed at his face, hitting it mid saber and deactivating it.

"AAAAAAGGGGHHHH." Jaxton screamed as he was electrocuted. He smell his skin sizzle, and the edges of his hair begin to singe. Jaxton struggled to move as the lightning continued to course through his body, until he pulled his lightsaber inbetween the current and himself, the energy blade absorbing the stream and giving his body relief. The hatred and fear of the woman so palpable Jaxton he could bathe in it.

That's it! Jaxton thought to himself. The darkside was powered by hatred and fear, but would the woman be able to fight when feeling joy, compassion, love? Jaxton focused his resolve and his emotions changed from fear, anxiety, to ones of happiness, joy, compassion. As a Zeltron, Jaxton projected his emotions onto the Sith, making her more inclined to feel happiness, compassion. It might not stop the woman from feeling her hatred, but it would make it significantly harder to do so, and conflict her emotions. He began secreting pheromones to give a sense of euphoria, that would make her more inclined to happiness, and even attraction to Jaxton.

Strangest of all however, Jaxton began to sing in a joyous tone as he charged forward with his saber, his motions erratic and yet precise, almost like a trance.

"Shiny happy people laughing
Meet me in the crowd, people,​

people Throw your love around, love me, love me​

Take it into town, happy, happy​

Put it in the ground​

Where the flowers grow"​

Jaxton said as slashed from right to left at the Twi'lek's leg, then upwards and to the right slicing at her scalp and lekku.

 

[Reyven Samoth]

Capital
@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

The burst forced the two down together, winding the Sith and biting at him through his robes, though it wouldn't kill him. He focused himself and kept himself in working order with the Force, knitting his damaged body together enough to keep moving properly. He wouldn't freeze up in combat. Even if he had to ragdoll himself through the battle.

As he was flipped over, the reverse-grip on his blade helped him a great deal. Free, of the grip, he slammed his opposite elbow into the ground to avoid landing flat on his face. His head turned to face the Jedi. This was certainly an awkward position he'd put himself into, trying to grapple with a man with a plasma sword.

He brought a push down on the Jedi's torso, while twisting his wrist to angle the emitter. The blade would be pointed to swing through the approaching hand, then continue through the arm and shoulder, then up through the torso. The pain he felt wearing at his body was pushed aside. He could heal later, now was time to go for the kill.

OOC: Crap, I forgot an entire paragraph when I was rewording this. -.-

 

[Ryori Holloway]

@[member="Daxton Bane"] -- sorry for the delay, hun. Thank you for being patient.
Spaceport

Daxton's Force Push may have been invisible, but it didn't take sight to see such a thing coming. Even without the Battle Meditation heightening her senses, it would have been a fairly simple matter to her -- particularly since she'd never let her awareness of Daxton fade, only had made it seem that way to goad him into attacking her. As though everything was operating in slow motion, Ryori felt the Force swell within him. Instinctively, she did the same. At the same time he released his Push, Ryori released one of her own. The two attacks slammed into one another. Ryori had not made her Push strong enough to negate his completely. Instead, she calmly allowed his attack to hit her, albeit at a weaker level than he'd been wanting. Her feet dug into the ground as she was pushed back, sliding along the floor without losing her footing.

Then, she stood up straight again. Eying him, Ryori smirked a bit. "Are you going to sit here and throw inertia at me all day, or do you intend on growing a pair of balls and fighting me like a man?"

But, hey, if he wanted to play with the big boys, then who was Ryori to deny him? Besides, it had been a while since she'd caved a Sith's face in, or taken a decent punch. With the Meditation offering her clarity and heightened prowess, she honed in on him like a hawk. Slowly, she began to walk toward him. The walk became a run, and the run a sprint. The Force filled her as she ran, and as she approached Daxton her right arm reared back, as though she intended to punch him right in the face with a little added umph from the Force.

But what actually happened was that she used her forward left hand, her dominant one, to release a point blank Force Push that was just as powerful as the one he'd released just moments before -- At such close range, it would be extremely difficult to prepare for. If the Push was successful, she would run after him in order to already be right on him again when he landed.

 

[Daxton Bane]

@[member="Ryori Za'tire"]
Growing frustrated at his seeming inability to hurt his prey, Daxton could feel his blood rising, his temper boiling, and threw all caution to the wind. As soon as she began moving, he closed the gap, not bothering to walk but running full bore at her, dark side energy wrapping his fists in preparation for the coming blow. He no longer cared to taunt his prey, he wanted to hurt her badly, so he focused all that hatred and anger into his fists. Let her feel his hatred.

They were moving so fast that when they connected it was almost simultaneous. His fist connected with her left hand, light and dark energies colliding simultaneously in a small amount of space, just before the clash of Forces exploded. Daxton was sent flying backwards through the air, from the numbness in his right side he could tell that most of the bones on his right arm were broken, the limb hanging limply as he crashed against the unyielding support of a nearby wall.

Struggling to get to his feet, he bit back a scream of rage and frustration, drawing in more of the dark side as he drew his blue lightsaber with his left hand, while using telekinesis to unhook some cryoban grenades from his pack and arming them.

 

[Tefka]

@[member="Darth Moridin"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"]
Central Park, Capital City

The moment seemed to slow down for the Grandmaster, brandishing his smaller blade as he began to charge towards the Emperor. And then all fell to darkness.

Teferi woke up moments later, staring up at the Sith Emperor as he heard the man's lightsaber whizz overhead in the distance. He managed to look around, seeing the boulder that had nearly crushed his face and caused him to blackout laying several meters from where he lay. The Jedi struggled to stand, but could not. Something was broken.

Writhing on his back and sputtering blood from the boulder's collision, the Jedi Grandmaster stared up at @[member="Darth Moridin"].

"Alone forever, you will be."

He reached out in his thoughts, sending out one last message to the young @[member="Jaxton Ravos"].

"Padawan Ravos, your assistance, I require."

 

[Kiara Alanna Decoix]

@Space Port

Albeit rather late to the battle but it turned out Kiara was here and not so quite alone. As she flew toward past the star port, she told her berserker class sith warriors to drop upon the apparent bomb squad down there. And behind him held a trio of sith assassins that would merely hide out until the berserkers were defeated.

However, the bersekers were intentional cannon fodder as strapped to their bodies were several large amount of Eaters in their explosive form. As soon as their heart beat accelerated to the common pace before death they would blow and a crowd of the parasitic bugs in the air.

She however had bigger fish to fry as she hung from the gunship that headed toward the Capital. That was until she felt Daxton's pain and rage within the force and immediately told the pilot to turn the ship around. Kiara allowed himself to jet pack his way down as she sent the gunship flying toward where she felt Daxton's presence at.

Oh yes, she intended to crash the gunship through the roof of the space port. She'd kill whatever was threatening him and then bring him back to orbit for medical needs. When the flight pattern was for sure she leaped out the gun ship allowing the wind pressure and using the force to hand her drift behind the gun ship as she descended toward and through the roof as the gunship crushed it's way through.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Capital City
@[member="Reyven Samoth"]

He saw it coming. Why did he see it coming? Because he was part Echani and had been trained to see such things in people. They could see another and their reactions before they even made them. It was part of why they were such skilled warriors. For Kamon, it helped that he was also a Jedi and could feel things with the Force, which made him even better at reading people.

Despite having the Force pushed into his stomach to keep him in place, he knew what he needed to do. The hand moving for the crushgaunts opened and released a wave of the Force at the hand that was turning the blade towards him. It would be enough to keep it away for a moment. His other hand reached to his belt, unclipped a saber, and brought it down near Reyven's chest. Two could play the game of impalement. He thumbed the activation switch, intend on sending the blue blade into Reyven's chest.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

@[member="Teferi Efreet"]
Moridin was smirking from ear to ear, a slight laugh escaping his lips as the Alien Jedi Grandmaster was thrown to the ground and made unmoving. He held his Sith sword in his right hand and he walked towards the small alien. He caught his retreating lightsaber in his left hand and immediately place it on his belt. He grinned wider, and then stepped into an area above the Jedi Grandmaster.

The Emperor stared down at the little mans face, looking at the pain he was in brought Moridin quite a bit of joy. The alien spoke again, a sort of final taunt to the Emperor. Moridin couldn't help but laugh as the little green man taunted him with loneliness.

“Perhaps Grandmaster, but at least ill be alive.” Moridin said it with a chuckle, and then plunged his Sith Sword forward. He impaled the little green man through his stomach, letting the crescent blade run through him.

 

[Carbon]

Capitol
Moridin/Teferi

Emberli, still on the roof, cast his eyes around and saw Moridin and the Grandmaster - right, Jedi couldn't fight. Emberli merely shook his head, brought up his wrist, and fired two rockets in quick succession towards the Emperor.

Leaning forward, a much larger missile fired from the pack on his back - he only had one of those. Area of effect. And with Moridin preoccupied with a killing blow...

 

[Reyven Samoth]

@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]
Capital

The push held him off, but as even he thought, it was only temporary. As he saw the saber coming towards him, he started his roll away from the Jedi. This would pull his blade up through where the Jedi's torso was, especially given that he had done nothing to move out of the way. Still, he couldn't be sure of the hit as he was busy trying to avoid one of his own.

As the blade ignited, he felt it burn against the flesh covering his ribs, leaving a gash in his robes and cloak, and scorching under his arm as he continued on the roll. As he came about, he pushed off with his hand and spun once before landing on his feet, pausing to see if he'd cleaved the Jedi in half as hoped.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

@[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

Anaya caught the saber he batted back to her with her free hand while she continued her assault of lightening, until Jaxton brought his saber up to block it, it was a waste of energy if it wasn't hurting him. She let out a low hiss as Jaxton's emotions began to hit her and released her own in defence. She was however powerless against his pheromones, not because she couldn't fight them but because they had caught her off guard.

That sensation of euphoria was one she only ever felt in moments of ecstasy with Kaine. For a moment she just stood there trying to make sense of what Jaxton was doing to her, and then he was upon her again, singing before he attacked, she barely moved in time to block the swing at her leg and bent backwards to avoid the strike to her face. Continuing in the motion she flipped away from him, getting as much distance as she could between his pheromones and her without making it seem like she was running.

"Fool," she spat at him "Did you think to sway me?" she formed a small force bubble around herself, protection against his pheromones. She felt her anger intensifying at his insult and attempt to unhinge her, he had no idea how she was raised. Fear and hatred were all she knew, all that had made her and by attacking her emotionally he had done nothing but infuriate her even more and remind her of the emotions she would never get the chance to feel. She let out a powerful force scream, bombarding him with her own rage and fear, before charging him again.

No jumps, no games, just pure unchecked fury as she rained blow after blow upon the zeltron.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Capital
@[member="Anaya Fen"] @[member="Teferi Efreet"] @[member="Darth Moridin"] @[member="Emberli Garett"] @[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

Jaxton’s attempt to sway the woman’s emotions had worked, especially so with his pheromones, but only for a short second or two. Then it seemed to have an opposite effect. The lethan, after realizing of Jaxton’s emotional attack, was enfuriated, and this time dropped all frilly charades of her ataru-like jumps and somersaults, and merely charged full force on Jaxton, relentlessly slashing at him. Jaxton was fine with this, as the strikes from very attractive and slim Lethan while quick, were not particularly powerful, and Jaxton could keep up by augmenting his speed with the Force.

“Padawan Ravos, your assistance I require.” Jaxton heard the old alien voice of the Grandmaster ring throughout his mind. Jaxton stopped trying to anticipate every slash of the Lethan and then merely caught the next one, then threw her back in a combination of muscle and Force Push. Jaxton was not the greatest of telekinetics, but the boost should have helped push her another few meters, especially with Jaxton waiting half a second for his muscles to push the woman first. Then Jaxton did something he never thought he would do, he turned around and ran, with the force magnifying the speed of his already quick step.

He ran and ran afraid of being stabbed in the back by the twi'lek sith behind him, until horrified, he spotted the small body of the Grandmaster pinned to the ground by a crescent shaped saber, the Sith emperor standing tall above him. Jaxton continued running forward, then ignited and threw his lightsaber at the Sith Emperor, the lightsaber aimed inbetween the Grandmaster and the Emperor, to where the Emperor couldn’t stand close to Teferi. Then he focused and concentrated, pulling the blade out of Teferi’s body with the Force as quickly as he could, then threw it at the Emperor. These two measures would probably buy him a second each, at best, but Jaxton knew what he needed to do. He continued running, then leaned down and grabbed the Grandmaster’s small body, cradling it in his arms for what little protection he could offer him.

“It’s gonna be fine Master, I’ve got you.” Jaxton said to the grandmaster, the words somehow forcing themselves out of his mouth tears begun drop from Jaxton’s face.

BOOOM! A large explosion rang and threw Jaxton perhaps only microseconds after he tried to comfort the wounded and bleeding alien in his arms. Jaxton could feel his back singing from the explosion, the burn’s excruciatingly painful like nothing he felt before. Injured and exhausted, Jaxton tried to pick himself and the grandmaster back up, but couldn’t stand. He could feel his connection the Force weakening as he fought to remain conscious. Jaxton then remembered there was another Jedi at the Capital, one he felt was far stronger than himself.

help! Jaxton attempted to scream psychically, but managed only a whisper.

 

[Kamon's OOC]

Capital City
@[member="Reyven Samoth"], @[member="Jaxton Ravos"], @[member="Teferi Efreet"], @[member="Anaya Fen"], @[member="Darth Moridin"], @[member="Emberli Garett"]

Instead of being cleaved in two, Kamon pushed off with his feet and flipped himself narrowly out of harms way, where he tucked into a roll and came back up on his feet. There was more trouble than he had time to deal with. The whisper he'd heard, faintly, through his focus, but it was the pain he felt from the fallen Jedi Grandmaster that drove him to urgent action more than the call.

"Another time, Sith."

His rib hurt like hell, but he pushed the Force through into his legs and sprinted towards where the explosions had gone off. He paid little to no mind to the Sith Emperor, as he was not afraid of the man, and focused on the two injured Jedi. Sweeping in, he lifted his active blade to act as a line of defense, and strengthened his arm as he moved to wrap it around both Jaxton and Teferi, the former still holding onto the latter.

Keep a hold on the Grandmaster, Padawan.

He struggled to lift the two of them, but Kamon's Echani blood would not allow him to quit, and he eventually got them up, his eyes settling on the Sith in the vicinity, watching them warily as he started to back away, ever on the defensive as he did so.