Waking the Bear. [Mando/Sith]

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Capital City

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

If there was something Ket was exceptionally good at, it was showing up at the worst possible time from out of seemingly thin air. Slowly, he walked toward the small group of "high powered" Sith and Jedi, and one quite pissed off Mandalorian. Looked like the Mandalore, from what Ket could tell. It didn't really matter much. The winds were whipping hard from gunfire ships exploding, debris scattering everywhere. The long, black leather coat that loosely covered his upper body began to bellow out behind him, his short hair fluttering about on top of his head.

So this is what my big sister got herself into, he thought to himself as he paused to look around. Well, the outer rim was where he'd made his bones, and she'd do just fine in this shitstorm. If she needed him, she'd let him know. Heavy black boots thudded along as he walked, and found himself between Jedi and Mandolorians on one side, Sith on the other. He wasn't directly between them, no that would have just been stupid on his part. But more or less, he found himself experiencing the humor of his youth at this situation.

"So, let's see here... a green midget Jedi, his less than convincing underling, a walking corpse with a hippie's haircut, his redskin Twi'lek slave, and a pissed off Mando'a in more armor than a capital ship. This ought to be fun or funny. either way, should be very entertaining."

Ket grinned slyly, making no effort to mask his Force signature nor his utter contempt for the situation at hand.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Capital City Walls
@[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Kal stared up to see Kaine charging towards him, lightsaber in hand. Clutching his rifle, he rolled to the side, the blade sailing by. Despite that minor success, this wasn't over yet. Kal felt the force grip him, constricting him and sending him shooting over the wall. His eyes darting in confusion, he sought out the perpetrator in the brief seconds he had before he came shooting towards the ground. Eyes widening in shock, he saw Mikhail standing, his body a disgusting sight, blood pouring across his deformed figure. His mind was pressed for other matters, however, as the ground was growing dangerously close. Slamming on his thrusters, he tried to slow his fall, but the power that Mikhail possessed was far greater. He slammed into the cold earth, leaving a crater in his wake.

His helmet lay cracked and broken beside him, a chunk of concrete from the walls resting in his chest, blood seeping through the hole it had created. He was sprawled upon a mound of concrete and dirt, his mind a blur of anger, pain and suffering. Flailing around in blindness, he grasped the lightsaber that had been thrown at him. It would probably prove useful in the future, but for now it only worsened the situation, its sith energies unchaining the darkness within. He felt the dragon once more break into his mind, whispering its words of power and strength. Its offers felt more and more powerful the more it spoke, Kal more and more detached from his emotions with every second. He tried to escape the darkness, tried to claw his way out, but he could surely feel himself slipping into the blackness. With the little strength he had remaining, he activated comms, sending out a cry for help. "I... need... assistance..."

 

[B'Arin Graad]

@[member="Darth Talos"]

Also in the vicinity: @[member="Ryori Za'tire"], @[member="Kaia Za'tire"]
@[member="Daxton Bane"]m @[member="Disciple"], @[member="Val'Ryss Zankarr"]

Nothing escaped the sight of B'Arin and his visor. The HUD within his helmet cut through the smoke and kept the Sith figure in sight the whole time, and caught the quick action of throwing his two lightsabers into the ground. A clever trick. However, whatever they were the setup for, B'Arin wasn't about to wait. With two strides and a hard push, he jumped into the air, arms held in front of him like an armored spear tip, and flew at the Sith like a human missile. This wasn't going to be a drawn out fight with each side trading quick blows. B'Arin was gonna get in close and move for the kill as soon as he could.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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

Kaine brought his curved-hilt lightsaber to his hand with the force, but did not activate it. Instead he looked down at where the Mandalorian had been thrown down to by Mikhail, the anger and seething hatred radiating from him felt like being on the edge of a river of molten magma. It felt invigorating, and Kaine drank in the raw emotions that flowed from Mikhail greedily, engorging himself on them. He looked from the downed Mandalorian back to Mikhail, "Well met, comrade. We have routed the Mandalorians from this section of the wall, but I fear more will come to aid this worthless little louse down there. Be prepared."

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Relay Staion
@[member='Verz Horak'], @[member='A 'den'], @[member='Ashin Varanin'] (I claim first strike upon thee!)

(OOC: I apologize ahead of time if my assumptions were incorrect)

When A'den eventually busted through the door to the control room, Kyr as he had done before began to mow down everyone in sight, and did not make anything special of the Dark Jedi before them some distance away. That is, until she screamed like an Ithorian. Rubble, bodies, equipment, all of the likeness of carnage flew at the Mandalorians, and pushed them back some, even while in their heavy armor. To brace himself, Kyr shielded his helmet with his arm and sword, and kept the other blade low, as he crouched to avoid contact with the various objects of debris. The floor beneath him began to peel back, and it required much of Kyr's boundless strength to stay level footed. He slowly made his 'charge' towards the woman, though he was sufficiently confused. The women of course being Sith held a lightsaber, though its color suggested her alignment to be otherwise.

Without even thinking about it he dismissed the subject entirely, and advanced still until she was done. Many of his soldiers were flung about behind him, but they'd be back. Though when the time came, he thought better than to show cowardly he was by relying on extra firepower, which she would over confidently believe she could deflect. He doubted it though, as Kyr had from the beginning 11 soldiers, A'den, Horak and his two squads (which I'm breaking the 4th wall here and assuming is also 11 or similar). At the very least that would be around 20 soldiers, two of them being Sith experienced Rally Masters. Regardless of their numbers, if his troops returned, he would allow them to leave him behind to fight off with the Sith, along with Horak and whatever he ordered his troops to do (again, assuming A'den being part of one of those squads). He had another target in mind for them, of which he would order his right hand man to call a Gunship again and head to the Capital, where no doubt the most blood shed was being dealt.

All this ran through his head as her opening attack began to end, the pressure was still present, but he didn't think she would be able to hold that for much longer. Judging from her immediate utilization of the force, he assumed that it was her reliance. Of course the lightsaber was always the reliance of any Jedi or Sith, but to her it seemed especially that her Master came from her connection to the metaphysical powers within her. Looking at her armor, she posed no indication of an airtight, gas protection, mainly due to the lack of helmet. He had a small variety of grenades that would do good to poison her lungs, and few other surprises he hoped to use in the remodeling of her face. She would look better charred black. He thought amusingly.

Now was the time to react, as he became closer to the women, he really pushed through and let out a torrent of bladed attacks, vibration generators active, with full intention of severing the weakest point in the armor; the unprotected head.

 

[Verz Horak]

Relay station
@Huutun'Kyramund @A'den @[member="Ashin Varanin"]

Verz and his troops burst into the command center in a blaze of death, his cloak billowing in the blasts from the explosives A'den used. He blasted away at enemy troops, watching them fall to his and his vode weapons. Then, everything exploded. Like a nightmare, everything happened in slow motion. An unearthly scream blasted forth from the other side of the room. Debris, bodies, anything that wasn't secure , and even some secured things flew towards them, hitting against their armor, but causing little injury. His vod, Kyr, true to his nature, rushed to meet the ​dar'jetti woman across the room.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

City Walls
@[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @[member="Kal A'den-Shuk'la"]

The blackness which held Mikhail began to slip away. He struggled to hold onto it, despite the nightmares. He knew it was not real, but true existence frightened him. In the blackness, he could be the hero. Even nightmares have dreams. He knew that when he awoke he would have to be bad again. He was not a good person. And beneath his mask of snark and ego, that truth pained him. Seth was the good brother. No, he reminded himself, Seth was dead.

A voice rang in his mind, prodding his attention and melting unconsciousness away. "Well met, comrade. We have routed the Mandalorians from this section of the wall, but I fear more will come to aid this worthless little louse down there. Be prepared."

Mikhail's eyes snapped open. Pain surged within him as all the scrapes and wounds came to life, each their own little nexus of hurt. But Mikhail had unfinished business. The medic leaning over him started as Mikhail grabbed his arm with a grip like a docking claw, despite the injuries and pain.

"Stop," Mikhail growled. Struggling to rise to his feet. Searing agony flared in his stomach and he collapsed back to the ground.

The medic shook his head. "I've patched you up best I can with some bacta salves and numb spray, but you need to stay here for now."

"No," Shorn said simply. His eyes flicked over to the medic's supply kit. "Do you have any stim-shots?" The medic nodded. "Give me one."

Shorn stretched out his hand and grabbed the pen-like object after the medic fished it from his bag. Gripping the cap in his teeth, Mikhail ripped it off and then jammed the needle into his body. The Gylocal stimulant and pain-suppressor flowed through his body, giving him renewed vigor. Slowly, Shorn stood. He looked around for his lightsaber and saw it in the hands of a nearby trooper. He lifted a hand and the weapon flipped into his grasp.

"Have a nice day," Mikhail said to the medic with a smile made terrifying by his blood covered appearance.

The Sith Apprentice stalked back onto the battlefield, the stimulant doing its work quickly as he found the strength to fight once more. Near the wall, he saw the Mando he had Force Pulled lying still. The few other remaining Mandalorians near the breach were falling back due to the sudden arrival of new Imperial trooper squads and the strategically unsettling image of the second Sith standing atop the wall. Mikhail walked through the Mando, glancing around at the savagery inflicted by war. Bodies lay scattered across the breach, rubble lying under or over them. He'd seen sights like this before. And now... now he didn't really give a damn. About this battle. About the war. He just cared about getting his damned business finished with this last kriffing metal-head.

As he walked, some bodies of the fallen twitched amidst the ruins, groaning in their agony and misery. Some were missing limbs. Mikhail activated his lightsaber and ended the life of the fallen soldier with a casual thrust as he walked by. Mandalorian. He thought. It didn't really matter to him. He kept walking like that, killing anything still breathing in his path, Mandalorian and Imperial trooper alike. The galaxy was cruel. They would thank him for it later. Oh, wait.

He arrived at the body of the Mando he'd thrown from the wall. Warily, Mikhail raised his saber to block any surprise attacks, but nothing came. His helmet had somehow fallen off. The man looked dead. Bemused, Mikhail knelt next to the body and poked the cheek of the Mandalorian.

"Looks like Humpty-Dumpty had a big fall," He picked up the helmet. Cracked. He stared into that broken visor for a moment, searching. "Alas, poor Humpty." Standing, he still clutched the helmet. His activated lightsaber hummed idly in his hand. He pressed the blade to the Mando's armor, several inches below the chest. The consuming heat began to melt the beskar as Mikhail continued to drive the blade in. "Out of the frying pan," Shorn said idly, pushing down with the Force to lock the Mando in place, just as he had the previous one. Couldn't have him waking up and ruining all the fun.

 

[A 'den]

Relay Station
@[member="Hutuun'Kyramud"] & @[member="Verz Horak"] & @[member="Ashin Varanin"]

A 'den stayed behind as Kyr's and Verz's soldiers went into the control room. Right when A 'den was going into the control room, he was knocked down by a large amount of debris sent flying by Ashin's scream. Luckily none of his explosives were sent flying into the air.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Relay Station

@[member="Hutuun'Kyramud"] @[member="A 'den"] @[member="Verz Horak"]
Only one of the Mandalorians seemed in the mood to strike back, though a few dozen soldiers backed them. But that was the whole point of sending the entire contents of the command center towards the door where they were coming in: Ashin had just effectively limited their ability to deploy their forces in any meaningful or spread-out way, at least not without difficulty.

Before she could take advantage of that, though, the Mandalorian in red, gray and black armor reached her, leaving his red- and silver-clad compatriots in the dust. His vibroblades closed in on her head, and she couldn't very well block all those attacks with her lightsabre without destroying the vibroblades and filling the space around her head with vibrating shrapnel. A piece of rebar ripped itself from the wall and settled into her off hand. His vibroblades squealed against the metal bar, notching it deeply. Ashin let herself be driven back, blocking expertly with the rebar, until her back was right up against the wall. She kept him between her and most of the soldiers, picking off stray blasterfire with her lightsabre.

The thin metal wall panels wrapped around her, shielding her from the Mandalorian's assault, then shot out along with the panels from the remainder of the wall. They formed a curtain of flexible metal that moved across the room, blocking blasterfire and seeking to enfold and obstruct the Mandalorians. Panels wrapped around soldiers, or turned edgewise and cut through them.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Relay Station
@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]A 'den @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Verz Horak @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Ashin Varanin

Kyr was surprised that the Sith Lady did not engage his vibroblades with her coveted lightsaber, and instead wielded a crude rebar. As he battled her, and yelled a command to his troops, who could not effectively hit his opponent without risking hitting him, but true to their orders they ignored the risk. He though now was telling them the opposite.

"My troops, defend the Capital. I have this one taken care of!" He arrogantly and pre-triumphantly yelled to them. Though they would require more fire power to take down this sith, as she seemed not the ordinary of those he had fought, perhaps the same level as the Sith Emperor Moridin.

He continued his assault and he continued to press her back, slightly irritated that she used such an odd tactic to fight his blades. Nonetheless he never stopped, and while the Jedi blocked the remainder shots of his troops, off to take a more worthy target than a simply Relay station, while Kyr stayed to take down a more worthy opponent. That was when she covered herself in metal plating. It was odd indeed.

Then the sheets began to fly off the walls, and Kyr grunted in frustration and anger at the Sith as he heard familiar screams echo through the room. To be honest, he didn't know how to fight this Sith. He couldn't burn her really at the moment, he didn't have any blasters, but instead had flechette, and slug throwers for blade combat. He supposed he did have the Force breakers, but there was no guarantee he could employ them correctly between vibroblade swings. He figured it was the only way though, and as a sheet came after him he rolled out of the way. He'd kill her somehow, he just didn't know how to do it just yet. Impulsively, he threw one Force breaker without a second thought, hoping it's force numbing effects would get into her system.

 

[Verz Horak]

Relay Station
@Huutun'Kyramumd @A'den @[member="Ashin Varanin"]

Verz Was trying to get through the sheets of metal flying through the air all around him. He couldn't get a clear shot to the Dark Jedi fighting them yet. He heard Kyr order his troops back into the city. He secomdes the order to thwm, confirming what they thought they heard. He managed to get through the metallic barriers, but they tore his cloak off. He was just in time to see Kyr deploy a Forcebreaker, and smiled. The Tusken had come a while from his reluctance to use technology. He watched as the sickly yellow gas started dispersing around the room, and without a proper helmet, their foe would be cut off from the Force and blinded by vived hallucinations. He pulled out a blaster pistol and fired at the woman fighting his vod.

"Don't worry ner vod! I've got your back!"

 

[A 'den]

"I will help too ner vod," said A 'den blocking sheets of metal with his shield whenever one flew at him.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Relay Station
@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Hutuun'Kyramud @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]A 'den @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Verz Horak

Standard procedure with grenades basically boiled down to leave. Or, if one had telekinetic powers and substantial experience leading a commando team in the worst hives of the Unknown Regions, standard procedure boiled down to throw it back. Considering the vibroblade-wielding Mando had just plain dropped the grenade, without cooking it at all, Ashin had a critical two or three seconds in which to make a choice.

She chose, and the grenade flew across the room as his vibroblade skittered along the armor on her neck. The blade gashed the side of her jaw, and blood seeped down inside the neck armor.

Now across the room, the grenade detonated, releasing an unknown chemical agent. Without the full environmental seals of Mandalorian armor, Ashin would be vulnerable in seconds.

Feth.

She scrambled away, batting away blasterfire and stretching out her hand, and a chunk of the wall ripped itself away. She dove through and found herself hanging off the side of the building a moment before a plume of diffuse yellow ixetal cilona was sucked out the hole, along with a great deal of debris and some of the bodies. She held her breath, then raised her gauntleted hand over the edge of the hole.

A storm of lightning fountained from her gauntlet, seeking metallic surfaces -- like Mandalorian iron.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Relay Station
@[member='Verz Horak'], @[member='A 'den'], @[member='Ashin Varanin'],

Or, if one had telekinetic powers and substantial experience leading a commando team in the worst hives of the Unknown Regions, standard procedure boiled down to throw it back.

Though her technique was effective for most grenades, she made the worse of two options. Like an impact grenade, the Force Breaker has another devious mechanism that when external pressure equivilent to holding it in your hand is applied after activation, it will prematurely detonate, releasing its contents. She suceeded in throwing it quite a ways farther before it was capable of detonating, which was good for her. However, as she knew it wouldn't be long before the force numbing agent reached her anyway.

But she was a resourceful Sith, and punctured a hole through a wall that lead over the edge. It appeared to suck the toxin out along with debris, probably her doing. Though it would appear as if though that Kyr had 'won' as the Sith simply jumped out of the hole. Little to his knowledge she still yet lived, and it only helped to provided the echoing screams of Tatooine to ring in his brothers ears as a torrent of electrical death made its way to and through his suit. He dropped his blades and fell to his knees in agony. He had experienced many things, but even when fighting Sith, he had never experienced 'the Electric Death'. He couldn't think, he couldn't react, all he could do was simply scream and writhe. Though he did not think it in his time of weakness, he would hope that his brothers were spared of the excrutiating pain. There were few things in this galaxy that could slow down the Tusken Mandalorian, and few things he feared. But today he learned something new.

 

[Ryori Holloway]

@[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=""]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
Spaceport - Talos, B'Arin, Kaia, and Val'Ryss please read! This post effects you.

Ryori grinned at Disciple and his enthusiasm. Sith or no, he was definitely a character -- pun not intended, but acknowledged. This wasn't the first time he'd shown up for the sole purpose of watching her fight and to heckle. At least he didn't have popcorn this time, not that he'd have eaten it. Usually it was getting tossed at people. It was then that Daxton finally decided to make shit serious. It was also the time when he made the worst mistake anyone could ever do when fighting Ryori. He

put

away

the

lightsaber.

It was at that exact moment when Ryori's unnerving pale gaze narrowed at him ever so slightly, and she began to wonder exactly how many shades of retarded this individual was. Not in the sense that he should know who she was and what she was capable of, because Ryori wasn't even close to that conceited. No, this was coming from a purely logical viewpoint. Your unknown opponent meets you in a battlefield, as you are wielding an ungodly, nigh unstoppable weapon of war that can cut through just about everything... yet, your opponent doesn't even look at her own weapons, choosing to meet you unarmed with the cool ease of confidence that can only come from years of experience.... And you put the weapon away? If Ryori was the pitying type, she would have felt sorry for him, considering that there were many sectors of the galaxy where she was legally considered to be armed, even when unarmed. She was legally considered to be a living weapon, even when she wasn't using the Force. Daxton essentially just chose to forgo the only possible advantage he might have had in this fight, to meet her on her terms, in her playground. So be it.

Her face relaxed a bit, as she once again raised a curious brow at the man. Ryori eyed him, studying his form. There was some noticeable experience in it, but not much. This was clearly a man who knew a bit of the martial arts, but almost always fought with a weapon. And even though he beckoned her, clearly wishing to engage in battle, she simply remained relaxed as she was in a casual but ready posture. "You don't do this very often, do you?" she asked, though it was less of a question and more of a statement. "I'd ask to see your horse stance but... frankly, I'm afraid it will look less like a stance and more like you're trying to take an extremely painful shit. Also, Nar Shaddaa called: They want their drag queen back."

Seriously? Purple and green armor? Who puts those two colors together into one outfit?! And makes it shiny nonetheless? Ryori was really having a difficult time getting past that. How was she supposed to take him seriously, when he dressed like Japan had recreated a fetish version of Barney the Purple Dinosaur? This man was a shining example of everything that Ryori and Disciple hated in Sith. (Literally. See: Shiny armor). Someone who acted with bravado to overcompensate for a lack of actual talent. He simply hadn't figured it out yet: If you have to act like you're the shit, and a force to be reckoned with, then you probably aren't.

More subtly than Disciple had done, Ryori released the cloak she too had on her own Force presence, slowly melting it away as she filled herself with the Light. Where Disciple's presence had feel like an impact from a high speed ship, Ryori's settled like a weight that grew exponentially heavier and seemed to be almost physically tangible upon the entire area. Daxton would quickly realize that the extent of Ryori's power actually exceeded that of Disciple's. Not by a vast amount... but enough to be noticeable. Enough to worry about.The Force continued to fill her and permeate the air around them as Ryori released a Battle Meditation. All of her allies in the vicinity, from her daughter to the Mandalorians, would suddenly experience a considerable boost in their morale, stamina, and overall battle prowess... and all of her enemies, any who chose to oppose herself, Kaia, or the Mandalorians, would experience the exact opposite: like their will to fight was eroding into nothingness. This was an extremely powerful technique that had taken Ryori years to master, despite being no weakling with the Force. It was one of the powers that had eventually earned her the status of a Warrior Master. Staying where she was, and making no move against him, it was time for Daxton to learn one extremely valuable lesson, one that he would never forget: Ryori Za'tire did not start fights.

She ended them.

 

[Daxton Bane]

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

This one was powerful alright, strong in the Force as the waves of Light washed over him, taking away confidence and weakening his will. Except it for one thing. Daxton had been training for exactly that tactic even before he attempted to assassinate the Emperor. With the aid of the dark crystal he had isolated his mind from such simple mind tricks, hardening himself against mental attacks to the point where their effect was fleeting at best. Strong in the Force she and Disciple might be, but they are no match to the Emperor and he walked away from that fight with glory and honor.

So he let her think he was affected, subtly lowering his guard as if in doubt and hesitation. He had no doubt that she was probably a skilled swordswoman. Anyone who survived being a 'friend' of Disciple had to be, so he knew he would only be wasting time matching blades with her. What people assumed and failed to realize was though, Daxton didn't rely solely on his three blades alone. He was skilled in unarmed and unconventional warfare as well, a fact that had led to many a force users downfall when they assumed they won from him being disarmed.

He wanted her to get up close, he wanted to dictate the terms of this fight. He wanted her to attack. Because up close and personal was where Daxton would unleash his most deadliest attacks where they were least expected. Faking bravado in his voice, he replied, "So you plan to talk me to death? I knew Jedi were pathetic, I just never knew they were naggers!"

That should get her goat, after all what woman liked to be called a nagger in her face?

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Capital City Walls
@[member="Mikhail Shorn"]

Through the blur Kal only saw the chaos of battle and the inevitability of death. These two things are not desirable for a mentally unstable being having a shock-induced psychopathic episode. Groaning quietly, he stared down upon his gloved hands, the grey material stained a deep claret. He saw the deformed shadow of a man walk forwards, a lightsaber in hand. The dragon roared in excitement, Kal rotating his head to look the figure in what he hoped was the eye. His lekku slowly squirmed, attempting to process the madness within his mind. "Regret. You.. will regret."

He rasped as the figure plunged his saber into his chest, leaving him immobile. The dragon spoke for him this time, leaving him to wallow in suffering. The dragon slid to the forefront of his mind, its words louder and clearer, his promises greater and truer. Then, it dangled before him, rearing its head. And then he saw. It was never a dragon. It was the force, and within it he saw infinity. He screamed a gust of pure fury, anger and pain, channeled through the perfect conductor of rage that was his scarred, burned, scarlet Luthan skin.

 

[Darth Talos]

@B'Arin Graad
In the area: @Kaia Za'tire @Val'Ryss Zankarr @Ryori Za'tire @Disciple @[member="Daxton Bane"]


Talos didn't have time to move from the strike, all he could do was use the force to call his lightsabers to his hands. This mando was fast, that was for certain, he would have to end him quickly. The apprentice acted quickly, but before he could raise his blades for a kill, the Mando had hit him full force with his body. The two flew backwards onto the metallic floor, and as soon as they hit, Talos used a massive force push to launch the Mando into the air.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

City Walls -
@[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @[member="Kal A'den-Shuk'la"]

The Force gust from the Twi'lek's mouth sent Mikhail stumbling back a step, but it was the wild and unfocused rage of an individual who lacked training in the Force. However, it didn't do much more than ruffle his hair . He still held the Mando down with the Force, but he'd withdrawn his lightsaber from the melting beskar. Mikhail's eyes stood wide with surprise as he reassessed the Twi'lek. A Force sensitive. Not a user. He wasn't trained enough to be that, but still... this metal-head had a glimmer of potential.

Mikhail raised an eyebrow, "Well hello sleeping beauty, look who's awake. You'll have to try a bit harder than that if you want to live. What to do with you now?" He said thoughtfully. "I could keep you as a wind fan. Help my modeling career. I have a shoot next thursday." He smiled toothlessly at the Mando. "Or I could turn you to the Dark Side... Search your feelings, reach for your anger and hate," Mikhail mimed, quoting a famous transcript. "You do hate me don't you?" Mikhail prodded at the unarmored parts of the Mando with his lightsaber, his aim to sear flesh and debilitate. Not to kill. Not yet. The aura of the Mando fluctuated with the lightsaber prods. "Hmm," Mikhail stared down. His attitude of nonchalance had grown extreme, but a sudden flicker leapt behind those light blue eyes. A flicker of morality, perhaps?

 

[Jorn Mair]

@Kote,

Jorn was going to the signature of the Mandalores suit. He knew that He would be facing alot of Sith. He intended to help. In his come link he ask Mandalore "What shall I do?" Jorn was going to help Mandalore. He was almost there and would only take a few more seconds.