Waking the Bear. [Mando/Sith]

[Ryan]

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

Defence roll:

2d6 → [3,2] = (5)



The explosion was spectacular, it had sent the damn sith sprawling backwards with as much as the same force as it had belted the mandalorian back into the wall that he had been imprinted upon before. Only this time he was a bit more singed and a hell of a lot more concussed. Things were not looking good for Dred, but to the upside he was really pissing the armoured sith off. Its all about the small things.

The sight of Kaine physically frustrated and unleashing verbal rage upon him brought a small smile upon the battered mando's face tell he picked up a rifle and released hell upon him. The rifle's bolts smashed into Dred's broken body and riddling the breast plate with many scorch marks. Two bolts found home on Varad's flesh, tearing into his inner thigh and into his left bicep. The smell of burning flesh invaded his nostrils and sickened his stomach as he knew it was his own.

"Get up you bastard!" He whispered to himself " Your not dying on your ass"

The mando slowly rose to his knees, feeling all the pain that he had endured that day wrecking havoc upon his system. He gritted his teeth hard with the taste of blood and dirt with in his mouth was no where close enough to boost his confidence in survival. " Your not going to die on your knees either" He now growled. Forcing himself fully, though he did stumble backwards having his back wrest against the very damn wall he had be grounded against twice.

His right eye, the only eye he could open, glared upon Kaine in absolution and defiance. "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT........PUSSY!" Dred roared at his enemy as his right hand gripped his E-11 carbine, extending it out with one hand from its quick draw sling.

Dred then opened fired upon Kaine with all he had left with that E-11 while at the same time chanting a prayer in Mando'a:

"Oya'cye
Kyr'am
Mare'cye
Darasuum
Oya! Oya!"

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Attack Roll:

2d6 → [3,2] = (5)

 

[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 → [2,5] = (7)

Kaine ducked down behind an outcropping of rubble to avoid Dred's barrage of blaster fire, but realized that he himself was also out of ammo and tossed away the blaster. He reached out with the force, and lifted up a piece of permacrete the size of a human head and waited. He waited until he heard the distinct sound of the Mandalorian's rifle running out of ammo before moving from his place of hiding to chuck the piece of debris as hard as he could towards Dred's chest, although once gravity took over it might dip down to hit his lower torso or thigh.

Attack Roll: 2d6 → [2,3] = (5)

 

[Ryan]

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

Defence roll:

2d6 → [6,5] = (11)



The E-11's energy cell expired the moment the sith decided it was best to lob more junk Dred's way. The mandalorian stumbled off to right as the slab of debris ripped through the very wall he had been using to aid him to stand up right. The impact kicked up a small wave of dust, blurring Dred's vision and with out the aid of his helmet trying to keep an eye on the Sith was difficult.

Dred could barely stand, so he dropped down to one knee for better support as he reloaded a new energy cell into the E-11. He was locked and loaded for more action just as the dust cleared giving a portion of kaine visible for the shooting. Varad once again laid heavy on the trigger in attempts of riddling the sith full of blaster bolts.


Attack Roll:

2d6 → [1,4] = (5)

 

[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 → [3,5] = (8)

Kaine ducked against behind some debris to escape the barrage of blaster fire from the Mandalorian, himself hissing in pain as his broken foot throbbed with agonizing pain, which he forcefully choked down and tried to draw on it for power. This battle had lasted for far too long, it was taking its toll on Kaine, he could admit that. If things came to be, he'd high tail and run, better let the soldiers take care of this cur than he risking his life. He peeked around the opposite edge and saw something that could turn the tide of this fight, the grenade launcher Mikhail used, but he remembered that Mikhail already emptied the grenade barrel... but that wasn't the only ammo the launcher used. He reached out to it with the force, and dragged it over to his position and checked the missile compartment, sadly it was empty. He'd have to do something else, and fast.

So, he looked around at the debris, and spied a long, wicked looking piece of metal roughly four feet long and about three inches thick, wrenched it free from the ground, turned to look over the top of the debris pile he was hiding behind, and threw it like a spear towards Dred Varad.

Attack Roll: 2d6 → [4,6] = (10)

 

[Ryan]

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

Defence roll:

2d6 → [4,1] = (5)



The spear like piece of metal ripped through the kneeling mandalorian's left side and piercing the ground behind him as if it were there to hold him up right. The helmet less Dred had stopped firing, looked upon the object that had lodged into him, not with disbelief or horror.... just with a look of curiosity why he hadn't blacked out and died.

The wonder had quickly past and the Mando decided to use what time of consciousness he had to continue his attack upon the sith. If he was to die today he was damn well sure that this sith knew that his kind were the type that didn't die so easily. It was an amazing sight to see, a brutalized Mando, speared through and through still bringing the firefight upon his enemy. A warrior he was and will always be and eternity he will be remembered by this sith as the fraking mando that wouldn't keel over and die.


Attack Roll:

2d6 → [3,6] = (9)

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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

Defense Roll: 2d6 → [3,3] = (6)

Kaine smirked in satisfaction, but those few seconds of distraction cost him as another barrage of blaster fire from the now impaled Dred slammed into him. He felt the searing hot bolts of plasma find weaknesses in his armor, and sear his flesh, adding to the wounds he also received earlier from that same weapon. He stumbled backwards and slumped against the destroyed building behind him, his breathing heavy and somewhat labored as he gathered his strength again to rise to his feet and then he saw the perfect way to finish off this dog of a Mandalorian, and with the last of his strength he unleashed another stream of lightning right at the piece of metal sticking out of Dred.

Attack Roll: 2d6 → [5,2] = (7)

 

[Ryan]

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

The flash of light was all that Dred could remember before the blackness of unconsciousness took upon his broken body and soul. The lighting had grasped him forcing him into savage convulsions as blood and puke involuntarily escaped his mouth and his eyes rolled to the back of his head, leaving the whites to bee seen.

The mandalorian soldiers around had picked up on the skirmish and witnessed their Vod spitted and impaled with a metal rod and snapped with force lighting. The sight the saw was a Mando, with no helmet speared to the ground, body smoking from the sith's attack yet their hud's could still read a life signal. That empowered the warriors to engage the sith with suppressive fire as two of their brothers rushed forth to secure Dred in attempts to save his life and medvac him off the planet.

OOC: Well done Kaine, The dice gods love you

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

@[member="Darth Moridin"] @ Reyvan Samoth @B'Arin Graad

Anaya heard the great hum of the gunships engines as Moridin threw her into the nearest bulding, she hit the wall much harder than was intended and gritted her teeth, annoyed at her slow reactions. She moved into a crouch and closed her eyes slipping into a mediatative trance as fire rained down upon the street and the walls of the building. As healed as she might be she needed to get her strength back.

She felt Moridin join her, his annoyance apparent in the force aura around him. As quick as the gunship had escend upon them it was gone but another quickly took its place, its missiles hammered against the duracrete walls and Anaya opened her eyes. Her own anger welling up inside her giving her strength. "Cowards" she hissed her eyes scanning the wall as crack began to appear.

The building wasn't going to hold for much more. Her hand moved to her belt for her saber when realisation dawned on her that she had lost it in the first explosion. Another flash of irritation came over her and she rose slowly from her feet moving closer to the weakest wall and raised her hands before her and closed her eyes delving deep into the dark side she sought the cracks in the wall, the wall began to groan in protest put she pushed harder, seeking to grasp the wall in its entirety.

She stepped forward and the wall moved out with her a smile crossed her features and she sent small shockwaves through the wall creating larger cracks before hurling it with all her strength at the attacking gunship, watching with delight as what was a single sheet of duracrete broke apart to become individual missiles of their own.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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

Kaine's victory was short lived as a squad of Mandalorian troopers began to unload rounds at Kaine, who disappeared into the ruins behind him, and retreated. His fight was over, he had one that skirmish, and that was enough. Plus, he didn't have his lightsaber and his strength was low, it would be absolutely foolish to stay and fight against multiple enemies. He disappeared into the ruins, who would know if he appeared in the battle again.

 

[Genet'orar Detta]

@[member="Dred Varad"]
Wherever

The tank was a pain. The bolt tore through the building he was on and caused him to leap from it, jetting to another rooftop. The tank was readying to fire again, he could be certain of that. He peered over the edge. Mandalorians were distracting the tanks support. That was good. He fired both wrist missiles at the barrel of the tank's main gun, following with a grenade round down the barrel, damaging it enough to keep it from firing again. Still, he had no time to worry about that. He was able to see that the ally he'd come to aid had been wounded in the time it had taken him to handle the tank.

He sighed, jumping down from the roof and slowing his descent with a few sharp bursts from the jetpack before landing next to Dred and calling in a gunship to relieve him from the battlefield. "There gonna have to cut you loose from this thing, that's for sure." At this point he would wait for the gunship and board it. Maybe there would be fighting elsewhere. This was just mop up here.

 

[Reyven Samoth]

@[member="Darth Moridin"] @[member="Anaya Fen"] @B'Arin Graad
Capital

The Jedi truly were pathetic. He followed Moridin inside the building long enough for it to provide shelter from the missile and laser attack, only to return outside when the building itself came under attack from afar. He watched as it began to come down, thankful for his mask which made it easy to keep from inhaling whatever materials would be coming up with the collapsing structure. He put pressure on the building with the Force, keeping it from falling in his direction. It would seem that more fight was heading their way.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Nearing/at Mandalorian Fleet
@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

Jaxton continued on, evading shots until the Mandalorian fighters arrived and fought off the Sith Forces, then escorted them to the Duuranir. Jaxton began the auto-pilot docking features, then returned to the torpedo with Teferi's body in it. He stared at it for a moment, then turned his head away, unable to look. He found the other Jedi and looked at him, Teferi's death still burdening his heart, but forced himself into interacting with the man.

"I'm Padawan Ravos sir, but you can call me Jaxton. I'm sorry we couldn't have met under better circumstances."

 

[Kamon's OOC]

@[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

Kamon ignored everything else once the Mando fighters came to deal with their problems. Tired. That's what he was. So very tired. No matter what he did, or what he thought, the only thing that mattered was that he was tired of everything. And above all of that, Master Efreet was lying dead nearby. Lifting his hand, he ran it over his face for a moment and then looked over at Jaxton.

"Master Vondiranach. You can call me Kamon, though. And yes, it would be better to meet under different circumstances. Ones that didn't involve a dead grandmaster."

He shook his head.

"Such a mess... We need to get him back to the Order."