Waking the Bear. [Mando/Sith]

[Kamon's OOC]

@[member="Vladimir Tedesky"], @[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

The Sith dodged the attack by moving into a nearby building, but they didn't have time to stick around and keep firing. Besides, another gunship was moving in. That was good. Kill the blasted Sith. In the meantime, they were under fire from another ship. He opened fire to try and take down as many of the incoming missiles as he could, but this was going to be a problem.

"Get us out of here, Padawan. We don't have time to sit around."

Flipping a few switches, he checked to see what they had left, which wasn't much. No more projectile weapons. Just energy weapons. Not enough punch to quickly knock down that other ship. Time to go.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Anywhere @Mikhail Shorn & @[member="Dred Varad"] & @[member="Mirta Kar"] & @[member="Genet'orar Detta"]

Kaine smiled as the Mandalorian chose the only option he was capable of taking and worried not about the darts of poison, for they either barely stuck into his ultrachrome armor or bounced off of its highly durable and protective surface. Kaine watched as the Mandalorian scrambled to his feet and unleashed a bellowing stream of flames towards him, to which Kaine countered by creating a shield of force to redirect the flames around him and then retaliated by targeting the Mando's wrist launcher with the force and crushing it with that same force. Kaine then reactivated his lightsaber and bounded towards the Mandalorian, attempting to rend him to pieces with a flurry of three heavy, double-handed strikes.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Somewhere around atmosphere
@[member="Vladimir Tedesky"] @[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

"Got it." Jaxton yelled, and began pulling some evasive maneuvers. He knew he had to get out of there, with no projectile weapons left there was no way to fight the incoming ship. As much as Jaxton hated it, the best course of action was to flee. He headed towards the Mandalorian fleet and began hailing ships.

"This is Jedi Ravos requesting assistance, I am being pursued and I am out of missiles. Please assist." Jaxton said as he banked right to try and avoid fire.

"Jedi Ravos, we are sending a fighters to intercept. ETA seven minutes." The Mandalorians replied.

Argh. Jaxton thought to himself. Seven minutes was nearly an eternity in space combat.

 

[Halik Falkosi]

Spaceport

Halik shoved a blade up through the chin of an Imperial soldier unfortunate to walk around a corner that he was near. Word was coming in that the starport was completely secured save for a few Imperial stragglers. Good. Two primary objectives knocked down. Word was also spreading that the Grandmaster of the Jedi order had been killed or at least injured. The intel on that was sketchy at best. However, the most important information that seemed to come with it was that the Jedi seemed to be turning tail and running. This got a grunt from Halik. Jedi were supposed to be warriors who cared not about death. Yet, they seemed to be turning and running like cowards. If he had been Mandalore he would be sending in an order to give no aid to the cowards as they ran, but alas he was not Mandalore. As such his concerns were fleeting when it came to the grander scheme of the war. Instead, he had to look to the next task and figure out what exactly needed to fall next in the Mandalorian conquest of Junction.

 

[Carbon]

Edge of the Capitol
Mandalorians

Emberli landed well away from any serious fighting, his body freezing despite his suit saying it was a warm summers day within. He has to wait as he coughs violently before opening a com channel. "I see we've taken the starport. Good. That leaves the Capitol. The Grandmaster is dead, the Sith are now cocky. All units form up. Lets end this."

He cuts the link and doubles over, before lifting his helmet up to retch bile onto the grass.

 

[Ryan]

Somewhere @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @Dred Varad @ Mirta Kar & @Genet'ora Detta

Mand'alors broadcast ignited the fire with in the mandalorians falling back in Dred's proximity. They quickly regrouped and reformed, unleashing a vicious counterattack upon the imperial platoon that had em on the run and stalled the imps initiative to a stand still fire fight. Explosions from many types of weapon pay loads could be heard and felt along with the infinite hisses of blaster fire and other small arms were music to the ear.

Was enough to heighten Dred's spirits after the sith's invisible attack crushed one of his favourite weapons. And now the armoured sabre jockey thrusted forward in a all out melee assault aimed at destroying the mando.

Dred assumed the martial arts forward stance, his left leg forward with toes pointing straight out and his dominant right back spaced slight more than shoulder width apart with the foot angled at thirty degrees. His torso and hips fell in line together with his feet, squaring up and facing forward. His left knee bent and his right leg straight, the warrior shifted his majority of his weight to his front foot and therefore the rest to the rear. this allowed his front foot to be a powerful anchor from that he may pivot and pounce powerful attacks on his enemy. Dred's right hand and forearm guarded his upper body whereas his left hand was positioned a hands length in front of his face. Face forward, the Mando held the position letting his muscles assimilate to it while Kaine made quick on the distance between the two.

The sith crashed upon the mando with three overhand strikes with such force and tenacity that Dred could barely hold his ground. Two mighty swings the mando parried with a skilled forearm block, where the lightsaber would be redirected off to either left or right only to slightly scorch his beskar arm guards. The third Dred Varad caught with his right hand, protected by his mandalorian crushgaunt. It was almost magical for man to the hold the blade of a lightsabre, though only half of his hand was in contact, the bottom half was wrapped around the blade shroud emitter and magnetic stabalizing ring. With no effort at all he squeezed his hand around the tip of the saber's hilt and crushed it with the full force of the Crushgaunt.

Destroying the sith's weapon brought satisfaction to Dred, tit for tat for him crushing his flame projector, but he did not have the time to add insult or revel in the small victory. It was time to press upon the sith with his own counter attack and give the sith no opportunity to concentrate on force tricks.

Dred would then thrust his right knee forward in attempts to drive his knee pad into Kaine's groin and take the wind out of his sail.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Anywhere @Mikhail Shorn & @[member="Dred Varad"] @[member="Mirta Kar"] & @[member="Genet'orar Detta"]

Kaine may have been surprised when the Mandalorian crushed the tip of his hilt to effectively make his lightsaber useless, but he was not worried. Kaine could sense the movement of the man's knee, aimed right for his weakest point, the weakest point on any man, and snarled under his mask. Such a dirty trick in a fight, not even Kaine would go for such an attack, yet he would have to defend against it now.. Shifting his body slightly, the flank of his thigh would become the target for the Mandalorian's knee and even as the blow struck Kaine would be moving on his counter attack. He slide the calf of his left leg around the Mando's right calf and then yank his own leg back suddenly while reaching out with his right arm to grab the Mandalorian's left arm and try to yank him back and throw him to Kaine's left, using the force to increase his strength to try and do so. If it worked, it would've created some more ground for Kaine to work with, if not. He'd have to duke it out with this Mando right here and now.

 

[Ryan]

Somewhere @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @Dred Varad @ Mirta Kar & @Genet'ora Detta

With warrior instinct and a frak load of luck the Mandalorian was able to slip out from under the Sith's grasp and attempted toss. Using the momentum he had used to try and knee Kaine in the groin he took one quick step in that general direction and then twisted about to pounce onto the back of the heavily armoured sith.

It was time to open this can up and Dred had the very tools to do so. Varad would attempt to place his left hand crushgaunt under the chin of Kaine's helmet and his right hand gripping the right side of the helmet. He would try and crush the helmet with the full power of both gauntlets in hopes of crushing the Evil creature with in or at the very least expose the sith's face.

Attack roll:

2d6 → [3,6] = (9)

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[background=#080808]Anywhere @[/background]Mikhail Shorn[background=#080808] &[/background][background=#080808] @[member="Dred Varad"] & @[member="Mirta Kar"] & @[member="Genet'orar Detta"][/background]

Defense Roll:
2d6 -> [6,4] = (10)


Kaine was not having any of this. Already slightly peeved that the Mando was able to resist being tossed and now was on his back some some demonic primate, trying to rip off his helmet and reveal his face! Such a target would not be allowed to be revealed, and Kaine reach back and gripped the Mando by his arms, fell to his knees and then moved forward to throw Dred clear off of his back and onto the dirt on his back in front of him, using the force to augment his strength of course. He'd then go for a vicious boot stomp to the Mandalorian's visor, using the force to augment the strength of his stomp.

Attack Roll:
2d6 -> [6,2] = (8)

 

[Ryan]

Somewhere @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @Dred Varad @ Mirta Kar & @Genet'ora Detta

Defence roll: 2d6 → [1,3] = (4)


The mandalorian warrior found himself looking skyward with an awful sensation as if he had fallen a few stories flat on his back, instead of the mere toss that actually happened. Damn the force, but he had no chance of uttering curses as the Sith was relentless and frayed upon him with ferocious boot stomps upon the visor of his helmet.

Tit for tat, it seemed this sith was bent on seeing brain matter just as much as Dred wanted to see his. The force of the Sith attack was great, it felt as if a rancor was doing a tap dance upon his armoured face. His T visor was beginning to crack and his already concussed brain was taking another rocking.

Out of desperation the Mandalorian would attempt to grab the Sith's foot with both hands and once again try and crush the sith's bones, this time his foot, with the great power of both gauntlets.

Attack Roll: 2d6 → [5,6] = (11)

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Anywhere @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] & @[member="Dred Varad"] & @[member="Mirta Kar"] & @[member="Genet'orar Detta"]

Defense Roll: 2d6 → [1,1] = (2)

Kaine hissed in pain as he felt the metal on his boot bend inwards and his bones groan in protest before finally breaking. He recoiled backwards awkwardly as he turned the pain from his broken foot into rage against the Mandalorian for wounding him so, and prepared to retaliate in kind. He scanned the area around him and found a large piece of rubble and gripped it with the force, wrenching it up from the ground with another hiss of pain as he attempted to bring it over and slam it down on the Mandalorian's legs and lower half of his body.

Attack Roll: 2d6 → [2,3] = (5)

 

[Ryan]

Somewhere @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @Dred Varad @ Mirta Kar & @Genet'ora Detta

Defence roll: 2d6 → [2,6] = (8)


Dred wished he could of enjoyed the feeling of crushing the sith's foot and probably would of said something witty to the fact, but as he stumbled to his feet ripping his cracked helmet off his head and tossing it to the side... he had a overwhelming urge to vomit---again.

There he stood, dried vomit caked in his beard from ealier as he slightly leaned forward to hurl again. He dropped to one knee as he emptied the contents of his stomach, what was left anyways. Just then a shadow hovered above him and then there was a large crash two feet beside him. The bloody sith just tried to crush him with a slab of debri while he was doubled over puking. No honour, no honour at all.

All Dred did was tilt his head over in disbelieve as the slab laid there, dust kicked up everywhere. There he was-- with a sadistic smile upon his face and drool dripping forth from the corner of his mouth, His head still spinning he took aim with his right hand wrist blaster and let loose a volley of blaster bolts at the wounded sith.

Attack Roll: 2d6 → [3,1] = (4)

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[background=#080808]Anywhere @[/background]Mikhail Shorn[background=#080808] & @[/background]Dred Varad[background=#080808] & @[/background]Mirta Kar[background=#080808] & @[/background][background=#080808]Genet'orar Detta[/background]

[background=#080808]Defense Roll:[/background] 2d6 → [1,1] = (2)

Kaine looked at the Mandalorian as the opposing warrior unleashed a volley of blaster bolts but a spike of pain from his broken foot distracted him slightly and the blaster bolts reached him. Most of them were either deflected or absorbed by his armor but two hit weak spots between his armor pieces, searing his flesh and another streaked across the visor of his helmet, spider-webbing the glass. Kaine ripped off his helmet and tossed it aside, blood slowly trickling out of the left corner of his mouth as his raven black hair bellowed in the wind and his emerald eyes narrowed in determination. "Well played, warrior. None of your brothers have given me this much trouble, but I suppose that means your a cut above the rest." He chuckled and his mouth turned into a sly smile as his hands crackled with electricity and he unleashed a straight stream of lightning towards Dred's unprotected face.

Attack Roll: 2d6 → [2,5] = (7)

 

[Ryan]

Somewhere @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @Dred Varad @ Mirta Kar & @Genet'ora Detta

Defence roll:2d6 → [6,3] = (9)
"My pleasure" Dred grunted in response to Kaine just as he dove behind the very rubble he was suppose to have been crushed under. He was escaping the fantastic display of a light show as lighting clawed towards him. The debri absorbed the electricity, though Dred could feel his hair standing up on end with static. A small reminder that it was a close call, a mere escape from possible certain death.

He didn't waste his time, he reloaded his wrist rocket launcher and popped up from behind the debri. Manually aiming his wrist towards Kaine with out the aid of his HUDs targeting system. The rocket blasted off towards the inteded target with a anti personnel payload, and if all went well the rocket would explode two meters from the intended target and rain shrapnel upon him.

Attack Roll: 2d6 → [1,6] = (7)

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[background=#080808]Anywhere @[/background]Mikhail Shorn[background=#080808] & @[/background]Dred Varad[background=#080808] & @[/background]Mirta Kar[background=#080808] & @[/background][background=#080808]Genet'orar Detta[/background]

Defense Roll: 2d6 → [6,5] = (11)

Kaine deflected the rocket away from his general vicinity with the force, sending it careening into a ruined structure not far away, sending rubble and shrapnel all over that area. Kaine gathered his anger, his hate and shoved outward towards the slab Dred was hiding behind, attempting to either topple it over and pin him or send the Mandalorian flying along with it.

Attack Roll: 2d6 → [5,3] = (8)

 

[Ryan]

Somewhere @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @Dred Varad @ Mirta Kar & @Genet'ora Detta

Defence roll:

2d6 → [1,1] = (2)



The mandalorian did not have time to react as the slab of debri smashed into his body and picking him up along for the flight. They smashed into a ruined building behind him, the dibri crumbling off the warrior as he was positioned sitting against the wall with a impact imprint of himself on the wall his body rested against. Dred's exposed face was battered with blunt force, his nose obviously smashed and blood streaking about. Blood was leaking out many open wounds not just on his face or mouth but from previous wounds to the un protected parts of his body that his armor did not cover.

Dred could only open one eye, he could feel that his body was crushed with more then a few ribs broken along with possibly more injuries to make note of. He was now only reacting on pure instinct and it was amazing that he could do anything at all but it was a testiment to Varad's stubbornness to relent to death. His right arm slowly rose from the rubble and once more he let loose another volley of blaster bolts just out of spite of the sith.

Attack Roll:

2d6 → [2,1] = (3)

 

[Darth Carnifex]

[background=#080808]Anywhere @[/background]Mikhail Shorn[background=#080808] & @[/background]Dred Varad[background=#080808] & @[/background]Mirta Kar[background=#080808] & @[/background][background=#080808]Genet'orar Detta[/background]

[background=#080808]Defense Roll: [/background]2d6 → [3,4] = (7)

Kaine dodged the blaster bolts easily enough and ignored the pain in his broken foot as he reached out with the force to increase his walking speed to try and get closer to the downed Mandalorian. "A worthy effort, but futile." With that, Kaine attempted to yank Dred up into the air and slam him back down against the ground.

Attack Roll: 2d6 → [4,2] = (6)

 

[Ryan]

Somewhere @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @Dred Varad @ Mirta Kar & @Genet'ora Detta

Defence roll:

2d6 → [6,2] = (8)


"Frak you!" Dred Varad spat in more rage filled defiance but the anger in his eye was quickly transformed to fear as his body began to rise up from the rubble. Fear of the end coming, Dred grasped a thermal grenade off his bandolier and thumbed it like a professional soldier before tossing it at the feet of kaine. That will for sure take the sith's attention off force tricks and if luck could do some real damage.

"Dance you sith scum!" The mandalorian gurgled a sick laughter in anticipation of the explosion.

Attack Roll:

2d6 → [3,6] = (9)

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Space port
'Nade spam squad

Hutuun'Kyramud spaced off a bit as he calmed himself slightly upon entering the Gunship. He was despressed with his preformance, and had to think of a way to redeem himself some time. Like he did with most difficulties and problems in life, he suppressed these matters for another time. They eventually arrived where they were needed, to refill. The Tusken got out a little slower, a bit... lost really. He shook his head and then continued. He took a few basic things really, nothing special. Just a blaster pistol, several grenades, jetpack, and a most interesting piece of equiptment that would prove to be incredibly useful to him and his uses. Two crushgaunts, much like the ones Verz had thieved from the dead. He looked upon their gleam and shine, observing them in the light, completely halted from his scavenging.

"Rally Masters is there any weapon you would suggest?,"

"Something longer ranged." Not Kyr's style of course, but he felt that he knew a weakness of A'den's whether or not he choose to admit it, was his apparent ineptitude for long range combat. If he were more experienced, he'd say something closer ranged, like a sword. However though, A'den was not, he was a warrior on medium grounds, but he felt that he'd be best suited farther away, where he won't get slaughtered, by the enemey or otherwise. Looking back upon his treasure he contemplated whether or not he should take them. What if there was a Mandalorian more needing of these? He had to be consideret of his fellow soldier, because he simply could not know what to expect. He finally decided it was best to have them with him. He pulled them on and tested them by flexing his hands. He also tested by grabing a blade along with him as well. More of a short sword. Suddenly though, shoping was over as Jorn became upset by something. He figured he'd follow along.

"Get to the Ship NOW!"

So then he did so, he ran after his brothers onto the ship. Though as he understood it, he wasn't exactly sure why. So, a Jedi had died. Many Mandalorians of admirable strength had died in this Invasion alone, let alone the last two in which the Jedi were not involved. He did not share the same worry or concern his human brother had. Humans, so full of compassion, as well as hate. He didn't understand, despite being the offspring of savages. He didn't say anything though, not yet. He jumped into the Gunship, and then called for Halik.

"Vod, do you deploy with us?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Anywhere @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] & @[member="Dred Varad"] & @[member="Mirta Kar"] & @[member="Genet'orar Detta"]

Defense Roll: 2d6 → [4,2] = (6)

Kaine started to back away from the grenade when it suddenly exploded, sending him careening away from Dred, but also probably catching the Mandalorian in some of the blast as well. Kaine landed with a heavy thud some ways away, rolling to a stop as the front of his armor sizzled and smoked from the explosion. His entire body ached, and he really just wished this Mandalorian would just piss off and die already. Slowly he propped himself up with both hands on a piece of rubble sticking out from the side of a building next to him. He knew things were getting bad for him, but he wouldn't give up, not now. His eyes did not shine emerald as they normally did when he eyed the Mandalorian back near the blast zone, but instead they shone the color of burning lava, and he shouted to the heavens, "Why won't you just die!" He wrenched an assault rifle that had become lodged in the rubble free with the force, and began to just unload its ammunition at Dred in a fit of rage.

Attack Roll: 2d6 → [2,5] = (7)