Waking the Bear. [Mando/Sith]

[Tefka]

Capital City
@[member="Emberli Garett"], @[member="Jaxton Ravos"], @[member="Darth Moridin"]

Teferi kept enough distance between himself and the Mandalore to stay out of reach of the ysalamiri's bubble. The Jedi followed him to the capital, and eventually, to the center of the city. The skies began to darken as the Sith drop-ships began to fall planet side, the clouds glowing an odd shade of orange as the atmosphere began to illuminate with the fire of thrusters. Teferi looked up in terrible awe of the horrors wrought by man, his heart aching with disbelief. War was upon them, a war they didn't want, but one they would have to fight against their will to secure the peace of the Mandalorian nation.

The Grandmaster clutched his leg. Another flashback erupted in his mind's eye, one of the mysterious Sith Lord who had attacked the abandoned Senate Chambers on Coruscant. Viciously being brutalized by one of the Sith Lord's dogs, it's maw sinking into his now scarred leg.

"Feel a presence in the Force, I do, that I have not felt for a long time."

He clutched his leg through his robes and began to hobble just outside the range of the Lord Mandalore.

"He's heading our way, Grandmaster."

The Jedi knew of whom Emberli spoke, as reports have reached even the ears of those in the Core of the Sith unifying under one Master. A battle of Lords, this seemed to be.

"Come, @[member="Jaxton Ravos"]. By my side, you will stay."

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Emberli/Teferi/Jaxton
Capital
Moridin moved through the Streets of Junction city like a flash of lightning. He would appear before a group of soldiers then slaughter them in a manner of seconds. Behind him came a torrent of Royal guards, his darkhounds, and regular Sith troopers. Quickly and with almost no delay The Emperor reached the City Center, standing before the light of the Jedi in no time. Moridin was nothing but grins as he came upon the Mandalore and his companions, as soon as he spotted the little green figure standing upon the hill top he almost burst into laughter.

As he stepped towards the Jedi and the Mandalorians Moridin was joined by several of his Royal guards and three of his darkhounds. Before he moved to engage his enemies however the Emperor began to laugh, a cruel tauntingly evil laugh. He looked at his enemy's and smirked through his laughter. “Aaaah Grandmaster Jedi. How nice of you to hobble your way off of Coruscant to join us here on the outer rim.”

The last time he had Seen Teferi he had almost slaughtered the little green man along with Apparatus. To be fair however the alien had taken his hand...though it had grown back shortly afterward of course. Still he grinned widely at the alien, and then he panned over to the Mandalore, looking at the armored man.

“And you Mandalore. I am so very disappointed in you.” He paused for a second, and slowly began to unbutton the tribal cloak that he wore around himself. “The Jedi? You call the Jedi for aid in retaking your planet?”

The Emperor began to make a “tsk tsk tsk” noise as he reached the final button on his cloak. He let the garment fall onto the ground behind him. As soon as the cloak fell Moridin's array of weapons was revealed. Upon his back was a Sith sword, beside it with leather straps were two curved lightsaber hilts on his waist hung another lightsaber hilt, though this one was slightly longer than the other two. Finally strapped to his ribs was a pistol, which seemed entirely out of place within the array of weapons.

“Your Ancestors would be ashamed Mand'alor.” The Dreadlord spoke with a grin upon his face.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

The Capital
@[member="Teferi Efreet"] @Emb @Moridin

"Yes sir." Jaxton said and walked closer to the squat Grandmaster. Mandalore said he was coming their way and Jaxton could begin to feel it, even without trying. Sith apprentice or Sith Knight, Jaxton knew now he wouldn't get a chance to break himself in against such a foe. Jaxton saw an array of lightning erupt in front of him, and out of it emerge a man who looked like a Hapan or a Kiffar. He was armed with a sword, three lightsabers and a pistol, arrayed all around him in different positions for different methods of attack. He began to taunt the Grandmasters leg, and Jaxton wondered if the Kiffar had a hand in crippling Grandmaster Efreet. He then taunted Mandalore, trying to get a rile by insinuating he was less of a Mandalorian for requesting Jedi help. The man spoke with such confidence, with an aura of the Darkside around him so thick is was almost choking him.

I'm about to fight the Emperor. Jaxton thought to himself as he remembered going to the planetary games in highscool, the Core Worlds playoffs in college, and then the multitude of Sector Bowls in his professional career. A bunch of hogwash and meaningless drivvle now that he looked back on it. At least it helped him practice keeping his cool, but still, this was a fight he'd never forget . . . if he lived. What the hell was Grandmaster Efreet thinking putting him in this kind of fight?

Tell me what to do Grandmaster, and tell me if I'm in the way. Jaxton sent a mental message to Teferi as he prepared himself for what could be the last battle of his life.

 

[Carbon]

Capital
Moridin/Jaxton/Teferi

Emberli just snorted and shook his head. "Because a Sith is qualified to speak for our ancestors. Yeah, sure, I'll buy that one." His ancestors would likely commend him on asking the Jedi for help; the true shame was in needing help and not asking for it. While the Mandalorians and Sith had worked together several times before, the Sith had attacked them.

You didn't ally with someone who enslaved your people or attempted to wipe them from the face of their planets.

"Ya know, you're funny when you think you've got the right to speak for others."

Mandalore chuckled. His HUD was already going, however, sending a signal to the pilots of the gunships criss-crossing the sky. One came in low, twin heavy blaster chainguns raking fire across the 'help' Moridin had brought with him.

"So, Emperor. Since you're apparently all knowing enough to speak for the ghosts of Mandalorians past... think you can take all of us?"

 

[Darth Talos]

The blood of many mandolorians was drying on the dark plates of his Witch's Skin, he marveled as his squad engaged the soldiers around him. As his eyes scanned the battlefield he heard a clank at his feet, before he could even look down a grenade has vented a thick gas into the air. Talos jumped back as far as he could, his helmet and the darkside powers infused with his armor blocked most of the effects, but enough still got through his helmet and stung at his mind. His vision got foggy for a second and he stumbled backwards and shook his head just in time to see a armor clad warrior charging at him.


Talos could barely think and had little time to react, but he knew he had to do something and he thought he knew just what to do. He brought his arms back like a bow and then flung them forward, launching the blades into the air. However, they were not heading for the mando, instead they were heading for the ground a few feet in front of him. They implanted into the metal surface with ease, each was about eight feet apart from the other and with luck the mando would think the gas was to blame. The mando continued charging like a metallic demon from hell, and Talos used the darkside of the force that was heavy in this system to build up a powerful attack. Just as the solider got in between the blades, Talos threw his hands forward and unleashed a storm of red lighting on his blades and the mandorlorian. He would use the metallic hilts as a super conductor, letting the powerful electricity surge from the left blade, entirely through the mandos body, and out the other side and into the right lightsaber were the electricity would would return to the armor as a negative output and be directly reflected by the armors darkside ability and out Talos's left hand into the left lightsaber as a positive output again. He would fry this bastard where he stood.

 

[Ryori Holloway]

@[member="Daxton Bane"] @[member="Kaia Za'tire"] @[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"] @[member="Disciple"]
Also in the vicinity: @[member="Darth Talos"] @B'Arin Graad

Ryori nodded to Kaia, approving of her strategy. Her daughter tended to act with more stealth than Ryori did. Not that Ryori couldn't be stealthy, she just usually didn't have the care. She was a blunt, to the point kind of woman that frankly never pussy footed around anything. Although, she was muting her Force presence somewhat, cloaking the true extent of her power to make it seem less than what it was. Still, Kaia needed to find her own style and play to her own strengths. Ryori's gaze panned the horizon, as she allowed her senses to sift through her surroundings. There had been much death in this area recently, and the taint of the Darkside lingered, but all things considered it wasn't too bad. She'd certainly felt worse, much worse. Most of the Darkside readings were coming from individuals that lay in wait ahead of them.

It was then that she felt it -- barely. She heard the words whisper in her head, and there some some sense of an attempt to either corrupt or unnerve her. When Kaia's stealth wavered for a moment, she assumed that Kaia had felt it, too. And the magic was Dathomiri. Ryori knew this, because she was a full Dathomiri witch by rite and could cast the sorcery herself. Somewhere, someone with an unrefined handle on the Force was attempting to get in her mind. The only problem with this, of course, was that aside from Ryori being Dathomirian, she had more than enough experience with receiving such things. For a year and a half of her life, Ryori had been possessed by a Dathomiri demon god that had ravaged her mind from the inside out and left her with a strong case of PTSD. In comparison to what that demon had done to her, this magic was more of a nuisance than anything else.

Looking toward where she sensed the Darkside presences, Ryori located with her senses the one that had the life of Dathomir flowing through her blood. Ryori couldn't see them just yet, but they were there. With a smirk, she began to fill herself with power, calling on the blessings of Allya to aid her. "Grand mère, répondre à mon appel. Remplis-moi de ton pouvoir. Pliez la volonté de la nature à mon besoin," she chanted in an eerie monotone. Wherever Val'Ryss was, she would suddenly be overcome with a strong sense of dizziness and nausea as Ryori released the Malacia spell. Depending on the young woman's physical stamina, vomiting was also a good possibility. Ryori smirked to herself, not even having to see the result with her own eyes to be pleased with it.

As they moved, Ryori spoke to Kaia through the Force. Remember your lessons. Fight with your head, not with your heart. Do not let emotion fuel your attacks; that is what separates us from the Sith. Do not concede to evil, she said, ending with the familiar Allyan proverb that Kaia would be more than familiar with.

Soon enough, they were at the spaceport where battle awaited them. Somewhere, she could sense Disciple drawing nearer. He must have sensed her, too. B'Arin wasted no time in engaging an apprentice that attacked him. Ryori herself ignored the fray momentarily, scanning the crowds until her eyes rested on the Sith in the immediate area who's presence was noticeably stronger than the others (Daxton). As they made eye contact, Ryori's eerily pale blue gaze sizing him up, she gave a simple, casual greeting.

"Sup."

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Capital Walls

@[member="Jorn Mair"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Lying prone atop the walls, Kal watched Jorn escape to safety via a gunship, leaving the now wounded Mikhail alone. Aiming down the heavily magnified sights of his DXR-6 rifle, he sent multiple disintegrative rounds in Mikhail's direction, hoping to finish off the Sith as he was vunerable, or send him into a retreat.

 

[Daxton Bane]

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Daxton Bane @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Kaia Za'tire @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Val'Ryss Zankarr @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Disciple
Also in the vicinity: @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Darth Talos @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member="B'Arin Graad"]
[Space Port]

Daxton's shiny purple and green armor was covered from head to toe in blood and gore, the by product of his brutal dispatching of his mandalorian foes. no longer would he even allow them a fair chance to oppose him. He crush helmets until their skulls burst in a spray of bone, brain matter and blood. He wrapped tentacles of force, pinning them to walls ripping them open from crotch to crown with a full load of his rifle. He was a virtual walking demon freed from the pit of hell and enjoying his first rampage in centuries.

The Mandalorian squad leader tried to rally his forces against the Sith Knight, urging his men to stand and fight. Daxton grabbed him with the Force choke as he slowly approached, rifle in one hand, a lit lightsaber burning in his other. Unhinged by the aura of Force Horror aura surrounding Bane, the rest of his men broke and fled, leaving their leader hang in midair at Daxton placed the barrel of his gun to the man's faceplate and pulled the trigger, emptying over a hundred rounds and spraying himself in even more gore.

A warning beep told him that the barrel had overheated, glowing bright orange as he slammed in fresh clip and dropped the headless corpse like a piece of week old meat. It was then he made eye contact with another combatant on the field. From the look of her, it seems he had found the Jedi. Beneath his mirrored mask, he smiled, eager to test himself against this new foe.

Tossing aside the rifle, he raised his blade in salute to his blood enemy. "Well well well. This is a surprise. I was expecting Master Watts to show his face here but he sent a woman instead? Did I scare him that badly? But where are my manners? I am Daxton Bane, would you do me the honor of knowing who I will have the pleasure of crossing swords with today?"

 

[Disciple]

Starport

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Daxton Bane @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Kaia Za'tire @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Val'Ryss Zankarr @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Disciple
Also in the vicinity: @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Darth Talos @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]B'Arin Graad


Disciple cloaked his Force signature until it simply didn't exist and made his way to the top of a single story building near where he sensed Ryori and... Daxton? Daxton. Definitely Daxton. He could tell by the arrogance oozing off of him. How he loathed Sith arrogance; ironic, really.

Humming to himself as he walks across the rooftop to look down at the pair, Disciple takes a seat on the edge of the roof and grins. "You don't have manners you inbred twit.", Disciple snorts, amplifying his voice through the Force.

"But if you must know... that woman is the closest thing to a friend I have in this galaxy. Make of that what you will."

That would either horribly confuse or unnerve Daxton. Or provide some sort of weird reasoning for Disciple being a traitor. Who really knew, though, because how could you be a traitor when you were on no ones side to begin with?

Cheshire grin plastered over the mask he habitually wore, the smoking ephemerally glowing eyes of Disciple regarded Daxton for a moment before flitting to a Sith Apprentice engaging a Mandalorian.

Those same ghostly eyes faded to pools of inky black and then closed as Disciple siphoned the life essence from the Sith to the surprise of the Mando. All of a sudden, a dizzying barrage of restrained power was unleashed, which would probably momentarily blindside Daxton with the rapidity of it's release.

"Exquisite."

Then, for good measure, he snapped the Mandalorians leg [NPC Mando] with his mind.

"LET THE GAMES BEGIN."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Capital City Walls - @[member="Kal A'den-Shuk'la"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Kaine saw the shots fire from Kal's position on the wall towards the downed Mikhail, who himself was injured and down on the ground. Kaine reactivated his lightsaber, and rushed over towards Kal's position, throwing his long-handled lightsaber like a spear towards the Mandalorian sniper, using the force to keep its trajectory rather straight. If he lost that saber, he had another clipped to the backside of his belt as a backup, this one however was a curved-handle lightsaber instead of a long-handle one.

 

[Ryori Holloway]

@Daxton Bane @Disciple
Also in the vicinity: @Darth Talos @B'Arin Graad @[member="Kaia Za'tire"] @Val'Ryss Zankarr
Starport

Ryori raised one of the thick brows that had earned her Disciple's favorite nickname for her, eying the Sith with little more than indifference as he attempted at being cordial. It was no secret to those who knew of her that Ryori's social skills were sub-par at best, though she was better now than she used to be. Finding Noxu and getting laid on a regular basis had helped mellow her out a bit. She didn't say anything right away.

She had, of course, felt Disciple all but winkle out of her senses, but was unsurprised when he appeared on the rooftop near her. Her pale gaze roamed over to the ridiculously painted figure, a wry smirk tugging on her lips. "Disciple, you ugly bastard. I thought I smelled something. Finally get bored of Cloud City?" It was.... more than unusual to hear his comment about her being the closest thing he had to a friend. It took her a moment to wrap her mind around it, really. Their "friendship" was really based on nothing more than mutual loathing for everyone else around them. Despite being polar opposite with their morality, however, they got along fairly well.

Turning to glance at the Mandalorian whose leg Disciple had broken, Ryori sighed and frowned. "If you're going to do that, could you at least do it to the Sith? I kind of need those Mandalorians, and we both know you hate the Sith more, anyway."

Finally, her gaze returned to Daxton. "Ryori," she told him simply, not bothering with surnames or titles. The galaxy's only current Warrior Master preferred to not introduce herself by such things, seeing them as pointless. If he didn't recognize her first name enough to realize who exactly she was, then he'd find out soon enough. Notably, while Daxton kept his sword out with the intent of eventually engaging her in battle, Ryori did not reach for either of hers. Both the hilts remained firmly secured to her belt, and she didn't seem to even be considering them.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

City Walls
@[member="Kal A'den-Shuk'la"] @[member="Kaine Zambrano"]
Blue-grey eyes blinked slowly, staring sideways across the rubble strewn ground. Unmoving, Mikhail Shorn watched the gunship come and go. He felt a twinge of anger as his enemy escaped, but it was a dull thing beside the pain tearing at him. Breathing hurt. Living hurt. Lying in a pool of his own blood, Mikhail felt his strength waning. But the Dark Side kept him conscious. That terrible power kept his senses alive. He didn't need those senses to see the disintegration round burn a hole in the ground right next to his face.

"You have got to be kidding me," Mikhail groaned inwardly.

More rounds began smacking the ground around him, vaporizing stone and leaving darkened scorch marks. Shorn's eyes snapped wide, filled with a demonic light. The Dark Side coursed through him as he willed himself to stand. Pushing himself to his feet with both arms, Mikhail cried out as pain lanced through his shoulder and stomach. He gritted his teeth and rose. Coming to his feet, Mikhail did not heed the shot that zipped past his face. He left his lightsaber on the ground and stared out with his blue-grey eyes, their depths speaking madness. He followed the shot to its source. A lone Mandalorian sniper sitting atop the wall. Another Sith chucked a lightsaber at the Mando and began to attack the beskar-clad commando. But Shorn would not be denied his retribution for this... attack. His mind was no longer entirely his own, gripped by an overwhelming fury that brought him to the brink of madness.

Mikhail Shorn, Sith Apprentice, and one very sincerely pissed off individual, cut a terrible image as he stood precariously, his body swaying. One arm hung limply at his side, the charred flesh of his shoulder showing hints of exposed tissue beneath the blackened burn. The entire front of his grey, torn and tattered tunic was slick, soaked in his own blood. Blood covered his face, intermixed with bits of rubble stuck to his face. Blood. Blood everywhere. The crimson stood out, bright against his pale skin. He smiled up at the sniper. A ghastly sneer, stretching back broken lips. A walking corpse. Some sort of demon, with all the blood and grime. A denizen of war. The Dark Side flowed around his grim visage like an aphotic cloak. He lifted his hands to the wall, gathering the potent might of that cimmerian strength to him, not caring whether the tenebrous power destroyed him. He drew in all of the feral might that he could channel.The torrent of power insurmountable and irresistable in its strength as it grabbed the Mandalorian.

"I've been attacked, I've been shot, and now I'm vengeful," Mikhail's paralyzing blue gaze dropped to the ground. His hands drew inward sharply. The Mandalorian fell from the wall, torn from it by a power he could neither comprehend nor resist. The beskar-clad commando quickly reached maximum velocity as the force of Mikhail's pull drew him toward the fast approaching ground. Nothing could save him from the fall now. Not even his jetpack. It might slow him down, enough so that he didn't turn to jelly inside that armor, but it was nothing next to the power of the Force. "You should have left me on the ground."

Shorn swayed, the power leaving him in a rush. He blinked once and then felt all the pains come rushing up to greet him. The blackness hit him like a wall and he collapsed to the ground, all his power exhausted in one single effort. Several Imperial troopers saw the Sith fall and, despite the Army's general feeling about force users, they knew that he was a valuable asset in the fight. Laying down covering fire at any Mando whose attention was drawn to the fallen Sith, they dragged him behind a nearby building, where a medic was treating several other wounded. One of them stared at the curved cylinder he'd picked up off the ground with a sense of trepidation. Dangerous things, lightsabers. Then again, it hadn't done this Sith much good.

 

[Daxton Bane]

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Ryori Za'tire
@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Disciple
Also in the vicinity: @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Darth Talos @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]B'Arin Graad @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Kaia Za'tire @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Val'Ryss Zankarr
Starport
He had heard rumors about this one and if she truly was a friend of Disciple then this would be a very good match indeed. Although one could not see it beneath the reflective surface of his helmet, his face was twisted partly in fear of the unknown and the gut wrenching feeling of one about enter combat. It gave the Sith a twisted sense of pleasure as his stomach rumbled and his bowels churned. The blast of power, only heighten the sensation but then Daxton was beyond the fear, he could feel his blood boiling, he wanted a fight, he want to hurt people again, and again and again, until they were nothing more than red sticky broken dolls fit only to discarded like trash.

But there would be no fun merely cutting this one down with a blade. He wanted to feel his fists bruise her flesh, to break teeth and bone, he wanted to punish Disciple's friend. Switching off his lightsaber, he attached it to his belt before readjusting his gloves, and disengaging his cloak, which fluttered to the ground. She wanted a fight, he was going to give her one right here, right now.

Placing one foot forward, arms raised with fists clenched in classic unarmed martial arms pose, he made a gesture with his left hand for her to come at him. Time to see how really good she was.

 

[Disciple]

@Daxton Bane @[member="Ryori Za'tire"]
Also in the vicinity: @Darth Talos @B'Arin Graad @Kaia Za'tire @Val'Ryss Zankarr

Disciple clapped like an overjoyed seal as Daxton put away his weapons. This was going to be good. Grabbing a brick from the roof, he wings it at Daxton with surprising accuracy. "GET ON WITH IT. I PAID GOOD MONEY FOR THIS SHOW." The jester's voice was an unamused bark.

It was followed by a cackle filled to the brim with distaste at how un-Sith Daxton was being right now. "BOOOO, NO ONE WANTS MANNERS. KICK HER SHIT IN."

Clapping again like a spectator at a shockboxing event, he pumps his fist a few times into the air to egg them on. Really, Ryori would kick Daxton's in... but that was a story that would play out in front of him.

Oh was just so excited that... that... he let out a loud, mirthful cackle which caused him to kick his legs back and forth and nearly fall off the edge of the roof - he made a startled noise and righted himself.

 

[Verz Horak]

Relay Station
@Huutun'Kyramund @A'den

Verz and the two squads moved through the relay station. Most of the Imperial troopers.were dead or dying, and had clearly given up. Only a few groups remained. They could either surrender, or be buried in rubble.The squads reached the control center, and Verz fired at the Troopers and technicians stationed there, all of them Sith. This battle would soon be over, and they would move onto where theywere needed. Verz smiled under his helmet. Finaly, the wrongs of the Sith would be righted.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Gunship, @[member="Kote Tal"]

Jorn was in alot of pain as the acended the rope to the cargo hold of the Gunship. He shook his head as he was placed on a gurney. "No, no, no, Just fix me up here and get me back out there." The Doc's looked at him and tried to say something to make him stay "NO! I will go back out there if I have to shoot you myself." Jorn then showed him his leg and said "Fix me up quick I have a date to keep with a particular Sith Knight."

It was about 15 minutes later when He was all fixed up they used some sort of lubricant that would seal up his wounds. He would be in pain by the ripped tissue. But he would deal with it. Jorn nodded his head and said to Kote. "Alright lets get back out there. I need to fight Someone."

 

[Kote Tal]

Gunship
@[member="Jorn Mair"]

Kote tried not to look as the rally master's leg was picked at. The fact htat he was walking on it truly proved he was a Mando. "Why are you looking for someone in particular? Isn't killing Sith enough?"

Kote had his Verp reloaded and his sidearm ready. The dets still swayed by his thigh, and high blood was still hot. The power of the Sith was unbelievable. After the battle, there would certainly be some upgrades in order. Jorn's leg looked survivable and Kote stepped to the door of the gunship. "At any rate, killing the Sith is our mission so one special Sith can't hurt to kill." He smiled inside his helmet.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Capital
@Moridin/Embreli/Teferi/Jaxton

She had felt Moridin the moment his ship had entered orbit, they all had and they fought more ferociously for it. As she fought, Anaya kept parts of her mind focused on the Jedi's location, as well as that of her Emperor's. The moment the two were in close vcicnity she severed the battle meld she held with the two remaining sith she had been fighting with and abandoned them. Moridin needed her more than they did.

Scaling the nearest building she used each roof like a stepping stone, taking out some of the snipers that had managed to find their way up them. She stopped as a gun ship came to close for her liking, waiting for it to pass before she force leapt onto it. Keeping low she inched her way to the front spotting Moridin and his enemies. Realising the gunships target, but with no time to stop it she did the only thing she could and that was to avenge them. Sticking three explosives across the gunships roof, she leapt from the ship as it rained fire upon Moridin's guard and used the force to slow her descent.

Smirking she tilted her head as the explosives detonated at the press of the button in her hand. 'My lord' the greeting was telepathic and for Moridin only. Rising to her feet she ran her eyes over their targets 'your orders?' It was always better to ask rather than presume who he wanted her to deal with.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Gunship, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Kote Tal

Jorn was standing on his good leg and smiled at kote. "Because I have personal buisnes with one. You would understand If you saw what she can do." Jorn left the subject at that. He didnt want to furrther talk about it. He was not going to let him go this time. He then talked to the pilot "Take me to Mandalore. I have a hunch she might be there." Jorn grabbed some new grenades. He also grabbed a Vibro sword from one of the men. Now he had his rifle, mando pistol, Angel blade, grenades, and he might as well grab a medikit. They would be ther in a few minutes.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Relay Station Control Centre
@Huutun'Kyramund @A'den @[member="Verz Horak"]
As three Mandalorians and some squads of followers burst into the control centre, mowing down technicians and troops alike, a woman in armor stood up at the other side of the room.

As if she had been waiting for them, or something.

Intercepting a commando raid was tricky, unless one knew exactly where the commandos were headed. Rather than move about aimlessly in the halls, Ashin had opted to wait in the control centre until the Mandalorians arrived. Blasterfire ricocheted off her armor as she raised her sky-blue lightsabre and levelled it at the Mandalorians swarming in.

She filled her lungs and, as the last of her people died, she shouted. The force of the blast came from the base of her gut. It ripped consoles out of the floor, threw bodies and weapons in an unremitting shockwave towards the Mandalorians' point of entry, and subjected the room to fierce overpressure. Every monitor in sight shattered, adding a cloud of broken glass to the shockwave. The flooring ripped up from the impact, adding sheets of thin durasteel to the wave. The entire floor was left jumbled, a mess of exposed beams, broken bodies and torn consoles.