Waking the Bear. [Mando/Sith]

[Daxton Bane]

[Star port]

Originally waiting for transport to the front lines, the Sith Commandos on Junction quickly secured the depots, when the warning alarm sounded informing them of the eminent arrival of the Mandalorian fleet. A sub space communication they received in reply to their request for aid was to ensure by any means possible that the Mandalorians would not acquire the warehouses of supplies and ammunition destined for the front.

Wiring the pallets of ammunition with large amounts of explosives, they withdrew to the control tower to make their stand, should it seem like the Mandolorians would be winning their orders were to trigger the explosives and turn it all to slag.

[Hyperspace - Enroute to Junction]

Daxton didn't seem to be listening to the report of the Sith Officer updating him on the situation on Junction. The Sith Knight was simply staring at the ink blackness of the space outside the thick tempered glass of the ship he was in. He was getting tired of the waiting, he wanted to be on ground amidst the fighting what he did best: killing, maiming and spilling the enemies guts and painting the walls with their blood.

Thus when the alarm, signalling their arrival from hyperspace, Daxton smiled something wicked, as he prepared to lead the Apprentinces into battle. Idly he wondered how many would die today. Not that it mattered, after all among the Sith the strong survive, the weak get stepped on. Maybe this time he would encounter someone who posed a challenge.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Junction Landing Zone

Kal leapt from the gunship, taking out his GSI pistol and loading it. Sprinting forth, he took cover in order to scan his surroundings. Taking aim for several Sith, he reduced them to ash, hoping his comrades were nearby to provide support.

 

[Disciple]

[Starport]
@[member="Daxton Bane"]

Speaking of challenges, one would come from within his own ranks. Disciple operated on the basis of one simple line of thought "them, or me". Every plan was either 'their' plan, or it was 'his' plan. It didn't matter if 'they' were Sith, Jedi, Mandalorian, Imperial, Republic Army, Batman, Robin, Deadpool, whatever. If it wasn't his it was going to get ruined.

Humming to himself as he defused the explosives, the jester-clothed figure known as Disciple cackled faintly as the last of the wires was cut. The ammunition was already being carted off by his many alchemical creatures, their chitinous and clawed hands having a faintly difficult time maneuvering the pallets so that they weren't all centrally located - not that it mattered, the plan was already going to hell.

"FASTER. YOU'RE ALL SLOWER THAN MY GRANDMOTHER AND SHE DIED 15,000 YEARS AGO."

Flailing his arms about as he looks to the skies, he finds himself grinning ferally as he looks to the control tower in the distance, the sounds of pallets scraping across concrete music to his ears.

"Oh, my Sithy friends, how the mighty shall fall."

Whether the mighty was Sith or Mandalorian was something else entirely, but again... this was his plan, not theirs.

 

[Kote Tal]

Battle area

Kote jumped out as soon as the ship hit the ground. He pulled out his Verpine shattershot and aimed around himself for any unwanted visitors. He sprinted to cover right beside Kal. As Kal stood up a Sith ran toward him from behind. Kote aimed and shot the projectile into his legs toppling the man over himself. A nearby Mandalorian finished the job with a stomp from above. After they were dead Kote ran up further into battle with the others.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Capitol Gate, Kote, Kal A'den,

Jorn knew that they were following him. They were to get into the City and take it over. He yelled into his com link "Move out. Take any Sith that you find and kill them. If you can spare a few for questioning. I dont care how mangled up they are I just want a few." He then ran over to Kote and Kal and said to them "We may as well stick together. Its going to be a few rough patches in the city. Best to have friends fight side by side. Aye?" Jorn took a second to reload and he wanted his teem to be some what dispersed that way they could sweep though the City all at once. He just hopped that Verz would take the other side. If that were to happen then they could surround the sith at the Capitol building.

 

[Verz Horak]

Relay station assault Rendezvous point
Verz and his troops finished off the Sith defending the builing they were going to attack the Relay station from. He entered the building,looking for any wounded Sith. He saw one trooper, who began to beg for his life. Verz shot him. He got to the top of the building and activated his HUD's zoom, scouting the relay station's defenses. Too many Sith for two squads to face. He needed backup.

"This is Rally Master Horak asking for reinforcements at my position. Too many Siit dug in for my squads."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

@Jorn, Kote and Kal A'den

The fight had intensified though it had not yet brushed the city walls. A click in her ear told her that Sith shipd were beginning to arrive in orbit. Attaching a rebreather to her face Anaya removed the cloak on her shoulders as she watched the Mandalorian's regroup after disembarking and begin to plane their attack. At Anaya's side she had her two red sabers, and a third purple one clipped to her back. She was taking no chances with this battle and had an array of grenades strapped to her thighs as well as a spare rebreather should the first break.
Descending from the wall she gave the signal for the troops to form up; five sith including herself, thirty imperial troopers and an assault droid formed up behind the gate out of sight of the oncoming Madalorian's. Taking point on the formation she clasped her hands behind her back and slipped into a trance, drawing al the strength she could from the force and forming a meld with the other sith to make a greater weapon.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Relay station assault Rendezvous point
@[member="Verz Horak"]

"This is Rally Master Horak asking for reinforcements at my position. Too many Siit dug in for my squads."

"Rally Master Kyr acknowledging request." The Tusken said over the wind into the com channel as the Gunships bay doors opened for him to view the battlefield. He envied the Jedi and Sith slightly, being able to simply drop down and attack at will. The Mandalorian still needed to wait for the Gunship to get close enough to him. He say his comrade atop a building of some sort that Kyr could not distinguish well, or identify, and he told his pilot his directions. Quickly the Gunship veered from its original course and head for his brother in need. Once it got close enough to jump on to the roof, the Rally Master ordered his squad of 11 to prepare to jump. So then all of them held onto the handle bars above them in the gunship and prepared to assist their fellow Rally Master.

The ship rested in the air next to the building, and just like that Kyr lept across the void separating the vessel and the building, sword in hand. His other men followed suit, and landed next to him, fully armed. The Gunship slowly began to take off before leaving them with relative silence comparatively to its engines to the noises of battle below. It fired a few rounds into the Sith below as it left for other duties in the sky.

"Request accepted." Kyr nodded his head in enjoyment of his small fiasco in his meeting a fellow brother.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Mikhail's assault shuttle came in hot, jets of light and flak bursts turning the sky into an incandescent display. Some of the flak burst through the shuttle's shields and outer hull, rattling around inside the transport and making a sound like a giant, shaking tin can full of rocks. The transport settled down near the Sith Forward Operating Base as its gunners sprayed covering fire. The shuttle ramp extended and Mikhail strode into the fray, followed by half a platoon of the Empire's finest. A trooper was cut down by a stray bolt to the neck, blood spattering onto Mikhail. Maybe not so fine, Mikhail thought to himself as he made a face and uselessly attempted to wipe the blood off. He shook his head and glanced at a trooper.

"Now look what he's done. This was ChaneMani," he complained, in a flippant, nonchalant attitude as the battle raged around him. He couldn't count the number of times he'd come off a shuttle into combat - well, technically he could, but that was beside the point - really, why should he act any differently with a few explosions going off around him than he would otherwise? A spray of debris from a nearby explosion sprayed across the groupl. Mikhail winced as he heard the familiar pinging of sphrapnel against armor. Alright, maybe there was a point.

"Incoming Mandos," grunted the non-commissioned officer in command, hefting a rifle. "Take defensive positions. Whiskey squad, I want you and your LMG to set up on that wall."

Shorn tuned him out as he stared up at the wall. He followed the other troopers on top and stared out at the Mando strike teams oncoming assault. His eyes widened. Were those tanks he saw? Of course they were.

"Well this is quite the assault," Mikhail muttered to himself.

"They won't get past the city wall," said a trooper confidently.

Mikhail snorted softly, "A little thing called heavy artillery says otherwise." He peered into the distance, questing for... yep. Was that a-? Yep. Time to go. He bounded down the stairs of the wall. Why the city had a wall in the first place was beyond his comprehension. One would think that people would wise up and just use shields and not go through the trouble of building walls. They made very good places to position soldiers soon to die. No sooner had he thought the word and bounded off the wall than a giant section of the wall exploded inward. Debris sprayed into the street, knocking Mikhail against a building and sending him into a daze. He tried to stand, but collapsed again. He felt blood against his forehead. He watched as a squad of Mandos flooded through the breach. This is called a precision artillery strike, Mikhail thought. This is why we don't build walls anymore.

He rose to his feet shakily as those troopers who hadn't taken to the walls exchanged fire with the Mandos. Positioned a little behind and to the side of the Mandos, Mikhail had excellent tactical ground. Two cheers for being blown away by explosions. Mikhail's blade came to life in a crimson glow as he came at the rearmost Mando. The metal-head heard the sound of the lightsaber and turned, bringing his blaster to bear. Mandos were no fools when it came to combat reaction. But Mikhail was not a newcomer to battle. He'd been in the thick of it before, albeit wearing different colors. He brought his blade up and deflected the oncoming blaster shot. Not what Makashi wad designed for, but at this range it hardly mattered. The Mando barely had time to squeeze off another shot, which Mikhail batted away, before the Sith Apprentice was on him.

Mikhail attempted to hack at the Mando and was rewarded by being parried with one arm while the other shot out with a vibroblade that he narrowly avoided. Disengaging, Mikhail reassessed the situation. Makashi was all about precision. He had to be efficient. He could not simply hack this armored commando to pieces. Shorn burst into action. The crimson blade came in at a feint, twirled, and leapt into a light slash which severed the tendons in the right knee of the Mando. Two short thrusts ended the fight: one to the armpit to disable the oncoming attack and the other taking the mando in the small gap between helmet and throat. Shorn kicked the body aside as he withdrew his saber from the corpse.

By now, the other Mandalorians had taken notice of him. He whipped out the blaster pistol in his off hand and fired several bursts at the closest Mandalorian, who ducked in response. In two bounds, Mikhail was on him. He cut the Mando's blaster in half with a sweep of his blade, but didn't pay close enough attention to the other hand, which caught him on the jaw. Metal gauntlets struck bare flesh and Mikhail reeled backwards, feeling the hot spray of blood issue from his cheek and mouth. The warm trickle drooled down his mouth and chin, making it difficult to breath through his mouth. A second blow caught him in the stomach and he wheezed, stumbling back. That would leave a bruise. He blinked through teary eyes and saw the Mando activate a vibroknife on its right hand knuckle plate.

If Mikhail didn't recover he would die here. Punched to death by some metalhead of a Mando. He could imagine the stories the idiot would tell. "I punched a Sith to death, ha! I'm a badass!" Grimacing, he drew in the pain he felt, feeling it in the Force and using it to focus his mind. Acting with agility born of the Force, Mikhail leaned out of the way as the oncoming punch, literally spearheaded by a vibroknife, sailed past him. Intense blue eyes watched as he intentfully drove the tip of his lightsaber through the exposed armpit and down. Mando-kabob. He withdrew his blade and smirked at the ongoing battle.

Mikhail felt the power of the Dark Side coursing through him: dark, vibrant, and terrible. "Stars this feels good."

 

[Verz Horak]

Near Relay Station
@Huutun'Kyramud

Verz watched as the gunship dropped off his fellow Mando'ade. He nodded to Kyr as he announced his arrival. Verz pointed to the relay station.

"Good to see you ner vod. We need need to take the station, and that will cut off long range comms for the siit. There seems to be a platoon bunkered down in there. I say we change that."

Verz smiled under his helmet. It was good to see Kyr again indeed.

 

[B'Arin Graad]

Gunship Interior
Enroute to Spaceport

@[member="Ryori Za'tire"], @[member="Kaia Za'tire"]


Feeling the subtle shift of weight announcing the arrival of two more people, B'Arin turned and would have sighed in annoyance had he thought to dare it. The two female Jetti were coming along in his gunship. The older one was less of an annoyance; experience was unmistakable with her. It was her daughter that gave him pause, but he wasn't yet going to question the decision to bring her along.

As the engines roared to life and the ground began to sway ever-so-slightly, he knew that they were leaving the Duraanir. While the other Mandalorians went over their weapons, Ryori decided to inquire further about the upcoming battle. B'Arin smiled. "You are the first Jedi I have seen with my own eyes." He momentarily paused before using the galactically accepted term rather than the Mando'a term. "I hope the rumors about your prowess are not overstated."

Bringing his left arm up, B'Arin pulled out a miniature holoprojector and displayed the spaceport. "We do not know exactly how many Sith we will encounter. Intel's still coming in, but it seems like most of the Sith left with the primary fleet after laying waste to civilian population centers." Despite more than a million souls having been on Junction at the time of the attack, B'Arin did not falter.

"What little resistance we are expecting should be centered in and around the main command tower. We'll be landing approximately half a kilometer from our objective. The dedicated gunships will making bombing runs on outlying defenses and any of our planetary defenses they may have taken control of. The ground teams will converge on the spaceport from multiple attack vectors. Once inside, we'll radio the Duraanir and await further orders."

As the dropship began to slow, the flippant remarks of the girl drew a harsh bark from the scarred Mandalorian. "Shut your trap, girl. This is no time for games. These are not some drunken thugs to club together and go home with a smile. These are the Sith we're dealing with." It seemed as though the devastation of Junction had not left B'Arin entirely unscathed, though he had not been on the planet when it fell.

The backdoors opened, revealing smoldering ruins and rubble everywhere they looked. B'Arin growled as he surveyed the damage. "Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur..." Whatever else he might have been about to say was cut off by a crack from his radio. "All ground teams, this is the Duraanir. A Sith fleet has arrived in system and is deploying assault teams. Repeat, Sith reinforcements inbound." B'Arin turned to Ryori as a slow smile spread across his face. "First one to kill a Sith gets a free round of drinks."

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Near Realy Station
@[member="Verz Horak"]

I say we change that.

"Oh course, vod." The Tusken said without furth adieu. Signal commanding his squads, the Kyr Clan converged with the Horak Clan to destroy the Sith objective.

"Rally Masters, whats our game plan." One of Kyr's troops called out. He turned to his brother. All he had as far as a plan was to get close, gas them with numerous grenades and then run in and slaughter those still standing stubournly, though it wasn't so much of a plan really. He also didn't thank that Verz would be that type of Soldier. He gave him the benefit of a doubt in thinking that he was the calculating type who actually had a plan to use. Kyr made plans occasionally, though he never relied on them due to his impulsive nature.

"Yes vod, I hope your plan is better than mine." His deep voice resonated in almost humorous way, suggesting that he might be faintly chuckling. He slapped the flat of his deactivated vibroblade against his shiny gauntlets. His troops began to shuffled their feet like cattle, knowing the nature of their squad leader, making them itch for them to fight right then and there, and they were nobley restraining it until orders were given, as soon as the words were spoken they would sprint to their next objective. This was all done in respect and fear of the Tusken Mandalorian, who could not tolerate signs of cowardice.

 

[Tefka]

The Sith don't fight like we do, so I want to be prepared."

"Understandable, it is."

Teferi looked forward towards the pilot's chair.

"How much longer?"

 

[Verz Horak]

Near Relay Station
@[member="Hutuun'Kyramud"]

Verz chuckled. He missed working with Kyr. The devil was always a good fighter. Tactitian, though, he was not. Though his plan was pretty much the same as Kyr's. His own troops looked as nervous as his vod's. They knew Kyr's reputation as wellas he did.Though there was no need for Forcebreakers at the moment.

"Hold the Forcebreaker for now ner vod. Just troopers are in there. For now."

 

[Carbon]

Capital Outskirts
@[member="Teferi Efreet"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

"Now.", the pilot says as the lighting goes green and the ramp starts lowering. The gunship doesn't stop however, but instead slows to a hovering crawl just long enough for the passengers to disembark. Jumping off and pulling out his Mandalorian Assault Rifle, Emberli looks around at a city consumed by battle.

Weapon up, he scans the immediate area only to find other Mandalorians streaming into the city to take it back. "Now we wait for the Sith... seems we've all but over run the Capital."

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

Mandalore's Ship
@Tef @Emb

Jaxton was upset that the Jedi weren't told about the nutrient frame, but the Grandmaster tolerated it, so he wouldn't say anything. Jaxton hated that he was just a soldier in this war and had no real voice in any of the matters, but accepted it. The most important thing was driving the Sith out from Junction, and setting them back or annihilating them completely before they attacked the Republic. Jaxton's best bet to help out with that was to shut up and listen, so he kept quiet and began reviewing steps he had learned of Makashi and Ataru in his head.

"Now." He heard the Pilot say in response to the Grandmaster's questions on timing to the Capitol. Jaxton arouse and departed the gunship, while grabbing his saber but not yet igniting it, while also giving himself distance to Mandalore to return his feeling to the Force.

"Now we wait for the Sith... seems we've all but over run the Capital." Jaxton heard Mandalore proclaim. Jaxton then ignited his blade and began using his senses to try and find other force-users so he could give the Mandalorians some heads up.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Within the belly of the Infidus Diabolus II, the engines of war were being mobilized as the Fleet exited hyperspace over Junction. Kaine himself was adorned in his war-gear, a full set of duraplast and ultrachrome armor complete with a helmet and an advanced filtration system to counter the Mandalorian's recent weapon, the Forcebreaker Grenade. Around him were the soldiers of HYDRA, his elite group of bodyguards and commandos, armed with full suits of phrik armor and with a menagerie of weaponry to combat the Mandalorian warriors that would be down there, as well as the recent edition of the Jedi. Kaine wasn't surprised that the Jedi would throw themselves in with the Mandalorians, and it only further justified this course of action against the warrior culture. With the strike team fully armed and ready, they made their way out into the main hanger bay to board a Dragoon Gunship to the surface of Junction, and the deck vibrated violently as the battle in space began.

Halfway across the hanger bay, Kaine was met by one of his operatives who had been selected to help spearhead the invasion, the Sith Inquisitor Lys Blackthorn, a not so stable human female in her late twenties. She kept her black and white hair tied back in a ponytail, and her cyan eyes burned fiercely with the fires of zealotry as she bowed before her Lord. "My Lord, I request your blessing before the eve of battle, so thus I dedicate all who fall before my blade to you." Kaine smiled, his charisma had lured Lys in many moons ago, and he had not hesitated to fan the flames of her unstable zeal, and manipulated her to revere him as her lord and master. "Inquisitor Blackthorn, I bless thee, and pray for your blade to be true, and your resolve even truer. Go forth my child, slay the Mandalorian heretics in my name, and the name of your Emperor." With those words, Kaine cut his flesh, and smeared his blood on Lys' chest plate in the shape of an inverted star. Lys beamed with that same malefic zealotry before saying her praises to Kaine and the Emperor, and then rushing off to board her own Dragoon.

With distractions now gone, Kaine boarded his Dragoon with his Hydra Commandos, and strapped himself in as the gunship took off and roared out of the hangerbay, followed by dozens more which carried Imperial troops and their engines of war. Many would be shot down by Mandalorian fighters en route to the planet's surface, but many more made it into the atmosphere and rushed towards designated targets, including the capital. As Kaine's dragoon approached the Capital, the signs of battle became more apparent as other gunships engaged the Mandalorian gunships in vicious aerial dogfights while others, including Kaine's, soared over some of the Mandalorian forces, weapons blazing as they rained hell on whatever they could as they passed overhead and into the city limits. Kaine's Dragoon hovered above the ground as himself and his elite commandos disembarked via cables streamed off the ramp. They joined in with the defending Sith Forces, the Dragoon rising into the air again to either continue attack runs against the Mandalorian ground forces, or engage in more dogfights.

"Cull these Mandalorians from this world, as we have done before. Stain the broken earth with their blood, and send them crawling away like the vermin they are! For the Empire, HAIL THE EMPEROR!"​

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Space to Capital
Moridin sat within a gunship not, strapped into a seat tightly along with thirteen of his Royal Guard. The Emperor did not intend to stay upon his fleet, nor did he intend to stay within the safety of the buildings within the capital. As always Moridin would be diving into the thick of the fighting, he would slaughter and maim his way through the Mandalorians until he reached their Mandalore...and whatever Jedi scum he had brought with him. The Emperor frowned at that thought, he felt only rage at the thought of Jedi in this fight.

The Dreadlord frowned, and then he felt a massive jolt. The feeling of his fleet dropping out of hyperspace was sudden and strong. Massive Sith warship fell from hyperspace, flooding the space around Junction. Almost immediately the Sith ships moved forward, they dropped thousands upon thousands of fighters, transports and gunships each one heading straight towards Junction. Moridin's own gunship was a part of this smaller fleet. The ships flew fast reaching the planets atmosphere in a matter of minutes. Many were shot down, but more came through to the planets surface.

As soon as the gunships and transports atmosphere the atmosphere the Sith fleet moved to engage the Mandalorians, locking both in place. Moridin's own ship surged through the front lines, cutting through enemies and moving towards the ground at intense speeds.

As they cut through the skies Moridin stood from his seat, grappling the rope of the ceiling to find his way to the cockpit. As he did so the Sith Lord closed his eyes, gathering focus. He searched the planet, drawing towards the light. He scowled, and went towards its greatest source. He pointed the pilot on the path towards the light, leading to the outskirts of the capital. The Dreadlord looked down out the window, and then ordered the pilot to set down before the cities walls.

Along with the Emperor's own ship dozens more came, Sith troopers dropping from the skies though The Emperor hardly seemed to care for them. He had a singular target in mind, Jedi and the Mandalore. His ship set down, and its ramp lowered. Moridin along with his guard stepped down from the ship, The Emperor at its head.

Soon Moridin graced the battlefield with his presence, a swirling mass of hate, death, and villainy among the already terrible toils of war. The Dreadlord looked upon the already raging battlefield, he stepped forward and began to cut a path through his enemies.

 

[Ryori Holloway]

@B'Arin Graad @[member="Kaia Za'tire"] @[member="Disciple"]
@[member="Daxton Bane"] - Come get me, Daxy-poo. Don't keep a girl in suspense~
Exiting the dropship, approximately a kilometer outside the Spaceport.

"You are the first Jedi I have seen with my own eyes."

"Try not to let that taint your image of them." Ryori smirked at the man.

She listened to Kaia voice her concerns. It was understandable for her to be nervous. Her daughter had never been in battle before. Ryori showed only patience, because she wanted to foster Kaia's courage to speak up and voice her opinion. Ryori would never tell her not to question her superiors; Ryori had done it herself her entire life, and many times it was a good thing she had. When Kaia made her joke at the end, Ryori gave a wide grin.

"Shut your trap, girl. This is no time for games. These are not some drunken thugs to club together and go home with a smile. These are the Sith we're dealing with."

Ryori's brow raised ever so slightly at the Mandalorian's tone toward her daughter, but she did not speak against him. Turning back to Kaia momentarily, the ghost of her grin from earlier lingered, and Ryori placed a silent hand on Kaia's knee as a show of approval that the young girl had spoken her mind -- as well as to attempt to dissuade her from responding tartly to the man. Then, she looked calmly back at B'Arin and spoke to him in fluent Mando'a. "Udesii, verd. Kaysh hibirar bat kaysh ca'nara. Kaysh ori'nayc utreekov, shi'baatir." Everyone's nerves were racing, and tension was high, but they needed to be focusing that energy on their enemy and not on one another.

Looking to Kaia once more, Ryori attempted to quell her nervousness by answering her questions. "The other places are as secure as we could hope for. The Mandalorians are a proud culture of unparalleled warriors. They are formidable enough on their own, without the aid of the Order. Any plan they lay to reclaim something that is their will have been planned to the most minute detail. I chose for us to come to the spaceport because, even though it won't have the brunt of the fighting, it is the most likely to be a trap. This is where I believe they will need the most help." Mandalorians would not need help with a crazy large battlefield; that was where they excelled. But a smaller scene, like the spaceport, that was likely to have more tricks waiting for them? Ryori knew to go where she was needed, and this was it.

As the door opened, Ryori observed the destruction with a cool expression. Her mind flashed back to Taris, momentarily... this destruction was not nearly so catastrophic, but it still reeked of death. She could feel it through the Force, and it made her sick. B'Arin spoke again as Ryori unstrapped herself and made her way calmly out the door of the dropship. She smirked at him. "A free round, huh? Alright, just be warned: I drink expensive."

Her senses wandered as she waited for the Mandalorians to group themselves and move out. She could sense so much dark power nearby, and one individual spiked on her awareness. It seemed almost familiar... was that Disciple..? Ryori frowned. That could be anywhere from good to horrible. Disciple never took anyone's side but his own. Ryori could only hope that his abhorrence for the current Sith members meant he was here to sabotage their efforts, rather than aid them. She thought about reaching out to him, but decided to wait. "There is an extremely powerful Sith at the Spaceport," she told everyone calmly. "I recognize him. He is... not an enemy, but not a friend either. He's a certified loon, but he hates his Sith brethren. It's possible he may be on our side, today. Still, be wary of him. If you see him, try not to be noticed. You'll recognize him by the jester suit and the clown makeup."

Bet that comment would get some weird looks. Once the Mandalorians were ready to move, and Ryori made sure Kaia was prepared, she would move out alongside the other warriors.

 

[Daxton Bane]

[Star Port]
@[member="Ryori Za'tire"] @[member="Kaia Za'tire"] @[member="Darth Talos"] @[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]

"What?!" The voice shouted, rising in decibel as leather clad fist slammed on the desk, causing an audible thumb and a visible dent in the smooth metal surface.

"It appears the explosives were disengaged and transported away before the away teams could detonate them. Witnesses say it was Sith wearing makeup with bells in his hair." The officer reported, gulping and praying silently to all the Gods that the Sith Knight wouldn't take out his anger on him.

"Disciple, what games are you up to?" Daxton said aloud as he wondered what the devious Sith Master had in mind. "Never mind him. We will deal with him at a later time. Focus on the mission ahead, dismissed."

The officer couldn't get out the room fast enough, that when the doors closed behind him, Daxton turned to his apprentices. "This changes nothing. We go down, isolate and eliminate. You know the plan, go about your preparations."

Daxton glanced at his needler gauntlets, the deadly projectiles coated in enough Senflax to take down dozens of opponents. We wondered how many fools would taste the scorpion's sting this time. It did not matter to him one bit, closing his eyes as the touch of the dark side grew stronger the closer they got to the planet. All those lives extinguished caused a wound in the force, a delightful puss filled oozing wound bleeding with negative energy.

Walking to the deployment area, he unslung his Chimera from his shoulder and chambered with a live round. Turning to the assembled Sith he said, "Brothers and Sisters! Once more we walk in the face of our enemies. Today they will know fear! They will know death! They will know the power of Sith!" Raising the rifle in one hand and his blue light saber in the other as the loading bay lowered and the sight of the space port in the middle of giant battle greeted them, "For the Emperor!"

With a resounding roar the Sith Knight led the charge into battle........