War & Gamble (Mandalorian Dominion of Vorzyd)

[Preliat Mantis]

"Kal. Keep in mind I'm much better at killing things than you are."He gave him a hateful glare- even behind his helmet. Preliat was wearing war paint under his helmet, a blood trail that went diagonally out of his eyes.


"If you were leading an insurrection- you'd be stupid to lead from anywhere that puts you with the insurgency."Preliat turned his head."If I was a leader of an insurgent or rebel group, I'd put myself in a position where nobody would suspect that I was a rebel or an insurgent. That way, I could maintain deniability."Hopefully he was instilling some tactical knowledge into [member="Kal Kandossii"]."So, we have to find someone who doesn't want to be found. And kill them."


He turned back to [member="Aditya Amadis"]. He wasn't exactly fond of PDA, which she probably already knew."Keep your head down and call Strider if you get in trouble. But don't let him try to sell you his god damn dick pills."

 

[Ginnie Dib]

"I'd play doctor." Aditya chimed up, glancing over at [member="Kal Kandossii"] and [member="Preliat Mantis"] while her hands clutched the ignition switch components of another bomb. "If I were leading an insurrection I'd pretend to be a medic or a priest hiding behind a pacifist's shield. This planet got any suspiciously populated churches or hospitals? Oooo take the stun charges." Aditya offered a handful of small round orbs to Preliat. Sure he'd probably kill whomever was in his way anyhow but the option was available.

Besides, Aditya wanted to find out how the stun charges fared in an atmospheric environment or a confined space. Not that she said as much to Preliat and Kal. Plastering a grin on her face, Aditya nodded. "Head down, no blowing up and if I'm in danger I'll call [member="Strider Garon"]. And no to pills. . . honey?" Aditya rubbed her belly and winked.

"I don't think we need them." She whispered, watching Preliat and Kal go off.

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location: Vorzyd IV: Urban Complex, corridors
Allies: Mandalorians: [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"]

They moved down the hall each doorway to be checked, each crossway a possible ambush point.

This felt like commando training even though she was a Rally Master this type of warfare was not what she had participated in other battles. It was now clear why she was assigned to Naimes. After what had happened on Empress Teta with the Hydra Queen she had requested training. This was the training.

Fragmentation grenade nasty little things she remembered what happen when Arrbi showed her how to throw one, heavy, and it was more like a lob than a throw, but that was then this was now, and she was on point.

She nodded and slipped past Naimes she slipped her rifle back across her shoulder, and pulled the pistol instead she was a better shot with it in tight spaces. She stretched her arms out and then pulled them back slightly no advertising she inched down the hallway looking into each room as she moved step and look, step step and look. She could hear more voices whispers how many of them were in the building and if they were so close why had they not come out to help comrades.

She took four more steps looking and listening they were just up ahead a room to their right. Arla reached for the grenades she had with her this one was an adhesive grenade, and it would hold them long enough, she looked in she could see three but she felt like there were a few against the wall. She waited. There were other voices.

She looked back at Naimes she pointed to her eyes and then held up three fingers, meaning eyes on three she waved her hand back on forth for not sure she held up two, then three and pointed to the wall.

“I’m going to toss the grenade and take out the three I have eyes on, we’ll need to get the others that are out of view.” She pulled the pin counted 1 …………2………………3 and three it in…for a moment there was only the sound of weapons preparing to fire, then the bang of the grenade Arla kneeled into the door way and popped off her shots, one quick to her left, one to the front and the one on the right that was trying to move each of them drawing their weapons and firing in their direction.

Once they were down, Arla turned on the same knee to look at the wall.

 

[Garith Darkhold]

Location: Vorzyd IV
Objective:?
Allies: In the Past the Mandalorians will it be once again?
Enemies:?

The subterfuge clearly had worked as he walked through the building. Three warriors of Vorzyd IV leading their way and four following behind him. Two in back of him were discussing some sports. Yokuni cared less of the details of their discussion. He did care of the implication of the meaning. He sensed no deception and they were actually speaking from the heart. That meant they did not expect. They truly believed the man they were following was a Jedi. The fools. Yokuni could not help but smile.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Marev Priest"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Kila Cadau"] [member="Countess Calum Teramo"] [member="Kal Kandossii"] [member="Togashi Yokuni"] [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"] [member="Aditya Amadis"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Atin Kandossii"] [member="Harley"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"]

Musical score
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Two thousand meters of cold steel enveloped the living organism underneath it. Two thousand meters of beast held the horde of five thousand warriors all poised to take vengeance upon those who had wronged them. Five thousand men, mixed between Graug and Yuuzhan Vong howled in the chambers of the beast, their mouths shining brightly with jagged fangs as they hungered for blood. They hungered for the blood of the innocent. But most importantly, they hungered for the blood of the Mandolorians. And among all the howls of hunger, all the twists and writhing as slaves were beaten and sacrificed to the gods before battle. There was one man who hungered the most, atop a throne of living flesh the twisted union of charred flesh and armor, of rage and death a figure cast in pure dark and unholy sat. Dredge...

Blowing out of hyper speed above Vorzyd the Omen Class Command Ship screamed into orbit and came for those who had wronged the ex overlord. There were two people in particular that Dredge wanted to see die before his eyes, [member="Preliat Mantis"] and [member="Strider Garon"] the ones who had nearly killed him upon that prison world when freeing that useless whore of a welp. Dredge should of left her to die. Hell, he should of killed her himself. But that was of no concern now, she would die when the time was right, she was on his kill list and her death would be more slow, more intimate and precise. These two however were warriors, and even Dredge respected that. Their deaths would be quick.

Standing up from his throne the black clad figure looked down at the literal killing floor to see what could be described as sheer horror when looked at through anyone else's eyes. The Graug had brought out fresh slaves into the auditorium of a room. Lining them up neatly the Graug put the natives of Utapou on their knees in front of Dredge and bowed their heads in silence. The room went quiet as Graug looked up from mauled and chewed corpses of their victims. Yuuzhan Vong bowed and stopped their ritualistic sacrifices to give their attention to the man in black. The tall armored figure let out a sound of contempt and chuckled softly to himself. He didn't say anything as the Yuuzhan Vong began to encircle the alien slaves, ritual organic daggers in their hands. "Sacrifice them to your god." The figure said, and it was all that needed to be said

The Yuuzhan Vong warriors lifted the heads of the slaves in unison and in a similar motion ran the blades across their throats spilling scarlet blood onto the floor to join in the collection. Dredge soaked in the deaths of the men the darkside nexus within his armor fluctuating and pulsating as the acts of sacrifice were made. Dredge let out a howling roar as the men and women fell to the floor their throats slit and blood oozing out of their still twitching bodies. Heat began to radiate from Dredge as low blue burning flames radiated from the armor in an aura that could only be described as frightening. "KILL THEM ALL!!" Dredge screamed the mad man bellowing with rage as the ship shook and entered the atmosphere above the mandolorians staging point. They had pushed fast to outrun the mandos navy. This was not an invasion this was a strike to find and kill those who had humiliated him.

A buzz of power surged through the auditorium, the walls vibrating in a manner that wasn't the ship breaking into breathable air. It was the hum of thousands of collector droids that lined the walls, their gleaming red eyes casting glows of scarlet hues across the room. The droids cried out in a buzz of power again and activated. With another rumbling sound the back door of the auditorium seemed to open. And it seemed they were not in a auditorium at all. It was a massive cargo hold and the doors were opening behind them all. The Graug and Yuuzhan Vong screamed in delite as the collector droids grabbed them and began to explode from out of the cargo bay. Thousands of Yuuzhan Vong and Graug soared through the air their black armor casting shadows where the massive command ship had not blotted out the sun.

Standing still as his men left the room dredge held up one hand and caught a droid that had passed him and just like that he was gone from his spot and headed towards the ground floor of the planet. Whilst in air dredge could see it all, the battle that raged in the streets. It mattered not, all that mattered was he had the blood of Strider Garon. With a howl of battle Dredge cried out a single name. "STRIDER!!!" He screamed but it was quickly blocked out by a sound that would be heard. The war cry that shattered the windows of every building in two hundred yards.
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The ship had spoken

 

[Kila Cadau]

[member="Strider Garon"]

Kila managed to scramble out of the way of the cascading sheet of transparisteel that seemed hell-bent on crushing her after [member="Dredge"]'s temper tantrum. Or his ship's temper tantrum, really. Standing up and shaking off the larger knife-like shards to avoid looking like Bloody Mary's final form in The Wolf Among Us, and raised an eyebrow underneath her helmet as she tracked the screeching projectiles that were descending from the massive ship. Kila sighed in minor annoyance.

"Who invited Cthulhu?"

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The incoming droids made him shake with rage. Preliat watched as they descended, carrying their foul passengers, the Vong. How he hated them. How he began to fear- feel a protective instinct for his unborn child, and for [member="Aditya Amadis"]. He grit his teeth, then turned to [member="Kal Kandossii"]."His time will come. Now, we have a new problem."Preliat turned tail, and walked back to where Aditya had set up, and picked up one of the rifles of the dead soldiers. It was an M45- his weapon. He blinked. They picked it up from a dead soldier. A dead Mandalorian. He grew even more angry at the insurgents now. He took power packs, and loaded his belt and his webbing with them. He turned towards Aditya, looking up as the Vong descended from the droids."You need to stay down. Don't move. These are not insurgents- these are some serious bad dudes. I'll be right back."He grimaced beneath his helmet, and motioned for Kal to follow him. His footsteps grew lighter and faster, and he was practically gliding across the ground, heading back towards [member="Strider Garon"] and everyone else. He radioed a wide broadcast, to the Mando'ade forces on the planet.


"REGROUP AT THE STAGING AREA!"He looked around, then looked back at the munitions factory. He turned to Kal."Tell them I'll meet up with them. I'm going to go get Aditya and my daughter out of there."He slammed his palm against his head, and turned back to Kal."I'm counting on you."Preliat was a leader- leading from the front. A Vong flew in front of him, but Preliat raised his rifle- and the rifle spoke, and the Vong would no longer be speaking. The M45 was such a heavy-duty rifle that it was capable of even knocking a Vong down with a few shots. He made his way back to Aditya, after giving out the order to rally the troops. He watched as the Vong continued to land, maybe in the dozens or even the hundreds. Hard to tell. He shot up the rickity steel stairs, coming near Aditya."Come on. We gotta get you back to the rally point."He held out his hand, and even through his helmet, she could tell that he was worried.


[member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Kila Cadau"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Naimes Ahn-Dross"] [member="Anastasia Rade"]

 

[Ginnie Dib]

"I don't know [member="Kila Cadau"] but whoever it was is getting a gift basket you don't wanna be within twenty five meters of ten seconds after opening." Aditya growled and snapped through the comm link, surrounded by explosives, munitions and the carnage of the dead, the Epicanthix pushed her fear away from her voice and into her fingers. The computer network blitzed with the Vong drop ships, Aditya gulped. There weren't nearly enough Mandalorian support ships or naval vessels to put forth more than a suicide attack. Of all the times for Larraq to be elsewhere, chasing pixies or auctions or new asteroids to wield. . .

"Five more minutes. Give me five minutes. I can do something wicked with five minutes." Aditya's breath panted out of her mouth, she had no buy'ce to hide the wide eyed, open mouthed fear crawling around her face. Her mind flew through calculations and options. The amount of equipment she had around her was severe. If she hadn't been armourless and pregnant. . . the thought struck her upside the head. Aditya did have a lot to offer the Mandalorians, more than a warm bed for their lupine Field Marshal and a daughter for the culture to assimilate. She started working on explosives and repulsor drives scavenged from the fork lifts, speeders and functioning engines. Attaching the repulsors to the explosives was fairly elementary. Timing them, a little more complicated but configuring them to detonate only on the Vong? Pulling her goggles up to get closer to a circuit board, Aditya made her largest mistake.

A crash seized her ears, she swerved over as her trap guns burst into active automatic fire. "Aaugh! My eyes!" The goggles were more than a technological fashion statement. Aditya's odd black and red eyes were a genetic abnormality sensitive to bright light. Without the protective eyewear, the searing light from the blaster bolts was enough to temporarily blind her. The woman muffled her mouth and pressed herself down under the computer's console. She heard footsteps - unfamiliar in design and weight to the Mandalorian iron boots. The gurgles and groans of dying Vong filtered into her ears as the silence of her guns rung into the milky white. Aditya rubbed at her eyes and blinked furiously.

Still the footsteps, those damned footsteps. Two minutes remained on the clock for the programming chips. If Aditya was going to give Vorzyd's Mandalorians one heck of a survival present she'd need to get to the keyboard and finish it off. A shadow crouched and grabbed her arm. Aditya kicked and flailed, still unable to see but confident that the grip holding her was no Mando or insurrectionist. The terrifying hiss pouring from the Vong's throat had Aditya gritting her teeth and grabbing at the multitool she kept in her belt. Flicking the knife up, Aditya stabbed wildly into what she thought was the neck of the offending beast. It gurgled and fell, releasing her and Aditya rushed back to the computer console. "Come on, come on. One more minute. . ." Taking her scanner, she locked in on the Vong and took a reading, to program into her devices. There was a clashing sound on the stairs. Aditya rubbed her eyes and squinted. Nothing but shadows and light. Preliat's beskar forged prosthetic leg had become a familiar sound, the tone of his breathing, the timbre of his voice were as well known to her as his face and Beskar'kandar. When he reached for her hand, she shook her head more to clear the cobwebs of her bruised and speckled eyes - unaware that the searing light which temporarily blinded her was severe enough for freckles of blue to spread around the tissue of her eyelids and surrounding area of her face.

"Thirty seconds and these explosives are keyed in to auto-target Vong. I just have to press the activation button." Aditya pushed the last of the buttons as the computer's count down sounded with beeps. She reached for [member="Preliat Mantis"] ' hand and missed it, searching in the globs of light for her lover's form. His voice was thick coated and strung up with concern, a concern Aditya shared in spades. This whole mission had turned from a collection of pockets of insurgencies to a cluster-feth faster than the Vong dropships had landed. "Where. . where are you, Eli? Light'll fade in a minute. . "

She didn't notice the Vong she'd stuck in the neck with her multitool wasn't dead. She didn't notice he was belly-crawling toward them, nor did she notice he had levelled one of the rifles splayed on the ground at her back. Nor did she notice the two whole Vong who were creeping toward Preliat and Aditya from the same direction as the fallen one with his finger on the rifle's trigger.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

One second she'd been chasing a weird off-her-nut magical Sith girl with pony tails and imaginative distance skills, the next Vong fell from the sky.

Vong fell from the sky. The half pint Mandalorian heard the comm crackle in and booked it for the Rally Point, looking for familiar armour. Not knowing many of the Mandos by name, Ginnie only had experience with [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Kal Kandossii"] and [member="Strider Garon"]. Aditya didn't count. She was no Mando. Not yet. Rushing up, Ginnie kept her carbine levelled upward and her HUD scanning 360's.

"Kal! What's going on? The insurrectionists are running away, who brought Vong to this shindig?!" The girl asked, taking the time to check her weapon over and put in a new energy pack she'd scammed from the munitions factory she chased the Sith girl through. Through the chatter Ginnie was aware her sister [member="Arla Balor"] was on Vorzyd, here for a separate part of the same mission. Although Ginnie wanted to protect her sister, she also wanted to be of the most use. Ginnie and Theoden had killed Vong on Bimmiel, to save Field Marshal Garon and her sister, among the many other survivors. She grit her teeth and covered the Mando'ade who were coming in on the Staging Area.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Kila Cadau"][member="Preliat Mantis"][member="Aditya Amadis"][member="Ginnie Ordo"]


Thousands of Graug and Yuuzhan Vong howled and cried out into the air as the descended onto the surface of the world. The first wave had hit the ground and the warriors of the two races began to surge forth letting out beastial shouts of battle and blood lust. Feral packs of Graug bounded on all fours as they chased down insurgents and civilians alike ripping into their flesh with fangs now painted a scarlet red. Vengeance had come to the Mandolorian kind and world they sought to inhabit was now caught in the crossfire. "KILL!! KILL!! KILL!!" A chant of Graug warriors echoed the words as they marched through the streets the sounds of drums beating in the background against the gunfire of mando warriors. Yuuzhan Vong in their black clad crab armor moved through the city streets as trained warriors would, coming upon and slaughtering everything that came in their wake. Chants of Vongese and Graug were sung with wild ambition, this was only the beginning. Not even half the troops had made of down yet and there were much much more to come.

The ship let out another burst from it's horn, charging up and shattering the foundations of weak homes this time. More droids deposited troops around the city and began to form a swarm of collector droids, their hive forming complex rhythms as they swirled through the air. The droids now being reprogrammed by the ship above let loose and began to join the killing bellow grabbing Mandolorian warriors and ripping them limb from screaming limb with their powerful tentacles. They fought bravely, they killed many of the droids as they soared down from the skies, but smaller pockets were quickly overrun by the duel attacks focused on land and air. Above the ship began to shift with the sounds of mechanical parts grinding against living armor. The cannons on the ship were beared and they began to hammer the Mandolorian staging point with great ferocity and pain. Globs of molten Coral fired from the guns, fire streaking from the sky to destroy gun emplacements and troops alike.

And at the center of it all, was Dredge. The overlord hit the ground with a sickening thud leaving his collector droid behind. The crack beneath him was a wounded Yuuzhan Vong warrior that crawled towards a random Mandolorian warrior. The massive black figure knew not who this was another face he would bring to a cold end, but she would be the first to die here today, she would be the first to taste Dredge's pain. Another Mandolorian warrior came at him, Beskad blaring as he attempted to bring it down on him. Reaching out one massive hand Dredge caught the warrior by the throat and with a gross snap the warrior went limp and fell to the ground dead. Dredge smiled underneath that black helmet as he stared at the warrior. "Yes, you will do quite nicely." Rage poured from Dredge's head an aura of green dark flames radiating from his armor as other Yuuzhan Vong began to encircle the position around them fighting other mandorians in a battle to the death.

"I will enjoy ripping your flesh FROM YOUR BONES!!" Dredges tone picked up from nowhere and the green flames shot upwards the fire roasting a Yuuzhan Vong warrior as he descended down with his collector now in a heap of molten slag and burnt flesh. Screaming out dredge grabbed the warrior and broke her spine over his knee.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The thought of his lover, the love of his life, his one saving grace, even coming close to being harmed- made his blood boil. Preliat was far more combat effective than [member="Aditya Amadis"], although he fell short in 90% of her expertise. He noticed Aditya having trouble- the light bothered her. No, it practically blinded her."CLOSE YOUR EYES!"He didn't shout in a mean way, he was shouting due to the situation. He moved like a bolt of lightning, except much lower to the ground. He removed the Beskar tomahawk and the knife from their sheaths, and then he went to work on the Vong. The one on the ground, merely required a quick stepping-on from his Beskar and battery-powered leg. The sound alone, may have made Aditya squirm. It wasn't truthfully his concern right now- survival and protective instincts began to take over.


The tomahawk found itself buried in the neck of the Vong, slamming into it and rendering any further movement more than trying to reach for it and clinging to it's last moments of life. He knew pain did not slow the Vong down- they enjoyed it. But he knew that disabling them was a far better option anyway. Preliat dug his knife into the eye socket of the other Vong, having to struggle to push it in further. He watched as the Vong fell limp, standing where he died. Preliat brought his knee upward, and forced the Vong to slide off his knife. He breathed heavily, having done the vicious act in less than four seconds. He moved entirely too quickly.


He picked the rifle up and slung the sling over his shoulder."We have to move. Can you see?"He said quickly, checking the rifle. Touched, but intact. He grimaced at what the rifle had done. Who it had done to. Friends, maybe. Family. Mando'ade. Now- it would be used against the Vong, and anyone else who tried to hurt him, his unborn child, or Aditya."You'll have to wear my helmet if you can't see."

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Mandalorian Staging Area
Enemy: Dredge

Strider's view from the open slide door of his gun ship was entirely dreadful as he watched an impressive ship break through the atmosphere, blotting the sun and giving birth to Death in the form of vong. There was a defening sonic dishchage from an unknown source that seemed to shatter glass below them. The old man and most of the mandos would be ineffective due to their helmet's dampening tech. Though still an impressive entrance for this new enemy to the field of battle. One that all had no choice but to take notice.

Strider has had some dealing with vong, from the Myrkr incident all the way to the tragic Bimmiel campaign. These alien beasts have proven time and time again to be a un-thwarting pain in the ass to Garon's agendas. And here they were, blood thristy as ever in what seemed to be a suicide run aimed at mindless destruction. Strider was recieving reports that they had only shown up with one ship, confusing the mando in what the Vong's agenda was.

"All fleet, converge on Vong ship, knock her out of the sky!" The field marshal would command the mandalorian ships above to do what they can against the vong capitol ship. His gun ship would zipp through and reports quickly came in on the exact target of familiar description.. "Dredge!!" Strider would hiss to himself with in the confines of his own.

The Gunship flew over the ex Overlord's position and with out hesitation the The Hound of Keldab jumped from the ship with his squad of supercommandos in tow. They all would free fall, descending upon the Vong leader and his entourage with deadly intent. The mandos would need to regroup and adjust to the new enemy with quick pace, Strider would of lead such a rally but he and his commandos were needed there and then. To sacrifice themselves to buy the rest the time the needed to form an counter attack.

The Commandos all split off taking up high positions upon rooftops and began to rain death upon the vongs below, while Strider would fall in direct sight of Dredge. The landing would pick up a cloud of dust before he disengaged his jet pack and drawing his beskad from its sheath. He would square off towards the overlord in obvious challenge. If Dredge would look closely, the Mandalorian would sport the two heads of his former amphistaffs upon his belt like trophies. Trophies that Strider had earned during the Myrkr incident where he bested the Vong leader and to add insult to injury, let him live. A decision that The Old Mando'ad was paying for this very moment.

"COME TO ME CUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Strider would bark his demands, to get the attention of Dredge "My blade thirsts to finish what was started so long ago!"

[member="Dredge"]

 

[Kila Cadau]

Staging area. Yessir.

Of course, there was a substantial amount of Vong between Kila and the staging area, but hey, one step at a time. Or, in this case, five or six shots from her rifle at a time, because that was the average amount of charges it took to drop a single Vong. In the overly-long amount of time it took her to get to the staging area, that all added up to...a lot of charges.

Of course, then [member="Dredge"] happened (again) and screwed that plan to hell.

Dredge's threat to [member="Aditya Amadis"] was enough to make Kila massively pissed - more on Preliat's behalf (not that he ever needed help being angry) than Aditya's, admittedly - but the attacks on [member="Preliat Mantis"] and yes, even [member="Strider Garon"] (even if he was the dirtiest son of a strill in all of Mandalorian space, at least) nearly blotted out all reason. Nearly.

Strider - capable of taking care of himself. Apparently some personal history there. Shouldn't interfere unless he's about to get murdered.

Aditya and Preliat - Preliat capable but Aditya not. Then again, Preliat. Also orders.

Others - heading for rally point. More people, more chance of a concentrated attack -

and back to Strider, since he and whatshisuglyface have decided to start their own miniature war near the rally point.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Preliat Mantis"][member="Strider Garon"][member="Kila Cadau"]
[member="Strider Garon"]

Throughout the city the main Yuuzhan Vong forces with their Graug allies poured through streets hitting targets and killing their murderous chants getting closer to the Mandolorian staging point that was under siege by Dredge and the massive command ship. "KILL!! KILL!! KILL!!KILL!!" Grew closer and closer as the voice of one united force swept the streets wiping out small pockets of both mandos and generally anyone else that wasnt them. Animals, men, women, and children their bodies lay in the streets as the terror did what it did best. More packs of ravenous Graug roared chasing down more people letting their scarlet blood join the mix in the streets.

Above the command ship let out another boom and rattled the streets bellow, causing distortion in some devices. The ships arms began to sprawl out as the bright red eye focused downward on the battle bellow a charging sound beginning to emit from the massive eye. More molten coral rained down striking ships that gathered to face it. The machine bellowed again and kept charging and shifting more troops still pouring out of it's cargo bay. On board hundreds of slaves were sacrificed, priests bathed in the crimson tide and became one with the blessed path.

Collector droids near Dredge's position screeched down their metallic claws latching into the gunships that were dropping off commandos to fight and hit Vong targets in the kill zone. A collector latched itself onto the window of a gunship and with a few spare claws ripped it's driver out in a scream of agony and death. The ship spun wildly out of control knocking into a building killing a few commandos atop it before crashing down to crush a few Vong engaging mandos. "The collectors reshaped their give and lashed out again target I if commandos upon the roofs hundreds of droids snatching and ripping bodies apart their blood falling to the ground in gallons pink mist and gore. There were plenty of commandos left but now they would have to deal with the ever growing threat of collectors as they deposited their targets and grew in number.

Down bellow the gunship crashed near dredge skidding across the floor to a full stop a few feet away from him. Reaching forward he grabbed a mando and liquified him in a burst of rage and heat. "I WILL FIND YOU!!!" Dredge howled out and turned around to hear his name being called. A voice he would not forget. "Strider." He said with malice and hatred dripping from his words. Turning around he saw the man and lost attention as the emotions of rage came flooding back to him. "STRIDER!!" Dredge screamed and flames burst from him scorching Vong and mandos alike around him. Dredge was different since the last time he saw strider, for one he wasn't wearing thedarkside nexus armor of a dead Sith Lord and fire was not spouting from him like a Metallica concert. "STRIDER!!!" The Vong said again as he approached the man. Another mando stepped in his path bearing a Beskad. Dredge grabbed the man and with a few flips and waves of his hands he jammed the sword through chest of it's former owner.

Grabbing the long sword the blade began to heat to an orange color as it shined out. More Vong and Graug collapsed into the field joining the fight. Dredge paid them no mind, he wanted Strider. The aura of flames began to grow around dredge with each step the burning blade wrapped tightly in his armored fist. It was time to dance

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Location: The Munitions Warehouse
Allies: [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: NPC Vong

"FIVE SECONDS!" She yelled, as the computer's clock wound down.

[member="Preliat Mantis"] shouting at her? Hey, it made sense. They were suddenly and inexplicably in a war zone, the man was fighting for all their lives and this had gone from a fairly routine support job to life threatening. A raised voice? Yes, she very much thought that was appropriate. Aditya shut her eyes and covered her head with her arms, moving toward and then behind his voice to crouch down with her back against a wall. The noises coming from her lover's defence were enough to send the bile in her stomach up her throat, Aditya continued to rub her eyes with her palms, "I can't make anything out! My eyes'll be okay in a few minutes, but . . where are my goggles? The helmet's not gonna do much till my eyes rest. Just keep me from getting blinded again."

The goggles in question were splayed on the floor - crushed by the Vong. As the computer beeped, Aditya got up and reached for Preliat. She stumbled over something squishy and nearly vomited, but choked it down. "I need to activate the drones. There's a big green button on the computer console, it should be glowing. Push it repeatedly until the boot up sequence says ACTIVE. I've jerry rigged drones with explosive payloads and modified them to target the Vong." Keeping her eyes firmly shut, Aditya felt up the side of Preliat's Beskar'kandar until her hand was on his shoulder. "Can you help me put the buy'ce on?"

Once Preliat helped his love put the helmet on, she gasped at how much better the night vision felt on her eyes. Slowly opening them, she swooned once before it helped her get the scope of events. The drones hummed to life. Dozens of them began to veer out of windows and hatch ways. "Okay. Wow, we're getting me one of these. And our daughter is getting your eyes. She is. I will it."

Aditya spoke as they ran out of the factory and into the middle of chaos. "Oh gods!"

OOC: Mandalorians, feel free to use the explosive drones Aditya just jerry rigged.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Locations: Munitions warehouse, then streets
Allies: [member="Aditya Amadis"], Preliat Mantis, [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Kila Cadau"], [member="Kal Kandossii"]
Enemies: Vong, [member="Dredge"]


Preliat didn't question Aditya- he knew far better than to ask a lot of questions in a combat situation when people knew what they were doing in their respective craft. Preliat slapped the glowing green button- and again, and again and again, until the large ACTIVE sequence ran across the screen. He removed his helmet and practically dunked it over Aditya's head. He used the voice commands to set it to night vision mode, and Aditya's eyesight would become more atuned to the dark. Instead of seeing the shapes, the helmet redirected light around the shapes, effectively creating outlines of shapes, and then your brain would naturally recreate the object on a 3-D level. Advanced, but not terribly complicated. Preliat led Aditya out, with hopefully Kal in tow, into the streets. He crouched near a corner, and opened fire on several Graug and Vong troops. After a brief firefight, accurate and precise shots from Preliat's rifle brought the advancing enemies down. It also didn't help that the Vong needed to be up close to kill things. In a way, Preliat respected it, and then, at the same time- saw the tactical fault in it.


His gun continued to bark, as they moved slowly (he didn't want to put his pregnant lover through the paces), and cautiously. Preliat didn't know, however, that just a few blocks and a few dozen Graug and Vong away...was [member="Dredge"] himself.

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Mando Staging Point
Enemy: [member="Dredge"]
Allies: [member="Kila Cadau"] , [member="Preliat Mantis"] , [member="Ginnie Ordo"] , [member="Aditya Amadis"] , [member="Arla Balor"] ,

Strider would gaze upon the Vong through the mandalorian infamous T Visor glare, emotionless but yet still frightening. Beneath the helmet were brown eyes blazed in a inferno of hate, teeth gritted as if their were fangs about to lash out and rip at Dredge's throat. The old mandalorian advanced forward, the first few steps were cautious as Strider sized up the armored beast while flexing his sword arm. Keeping the blade always forwards, heavily supported by his shoulder and tricep, the warrior would then lunge at the Vong.

Strider would attempt to use the beskad exactly for what it was built for, cleaving into meat. The weapon itself was a simple weapon, built from mandalorian iron, as sharp as any fine blade but as heavy as a hammer it had the best of two worlds. It was a useful tool that could cleave into armor, meat and bone with the weight provided and added with the wielder's strength made the swordsman a butcher.

The blade would lash out from The mandalorian's right side in a mighty swing aimed at cleaving into the vong's neck/ collarbone. Strider wanted to end the ex overlord quick and get on with the rest of this war. He wanted to correct the mistake he made back in myrkr just as fast as it turned up in this theater.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Location: The Streets Outside the Munitions Factory - Moving to Rally Point
Allies: [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Kal Kandossii"], [member="Kila Cadau"], [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Vong, [member="Dredge"]

"Oh my gosh I'm having a techno-gasm." Aditya's gobsmacked mouth hung open behind the buy'ce, as a flourish of green and dark night vision sensors gave her back the ability to see. And what amazing things she saw. Yes the enemies were looming and the attacks were frothing, but not only was the helmet working. . . so were her drones.

"We are getting me one of these. It's official!" Once upon a time, Preliat Mantis took Aditya Amadis on a date. He'd bantered with her that she couldn't take Mandalore, she'd explode. Now it was happening. The Buy'ce notified her to enemies coming creeping behind them and as Preliat fired forward, his lover turned and threw a grenade.

The fireball showered their six with bits of Vong crab armour. "Ew." What, it was the right thing to do. But it also was a huge fireball. She could hear Strider Garon yelling, Mando'ade dying and three of her drones veered toward separate groups of the enemy, detonating in the middle for maximum damage. "The drones are working." Aditya clung to the wall, keeping beside her lover because well, quite honestly she wasn't insane.

Stay alive? Stick by Preliat. That was how it was. Little did they know how close they were getting to Dredge.

 

[Sor'row Fae]

Location: Streets
Allies: Anybody not a burning fire demon.
Enemies: Burning fire demons and there associated proteges.
"OH DEAR LORD BURNING FIRE DEMONS!!!!"

Sor'row Fae ran through the streets dodging behind rubble and attempting to stay inconspicuous whilst shouting. "It will be easy." she mutters to herself. "Pick up a loving couple. Collect there tax paper work. Get bounty paid, maybe grab a truant rich kid while i'm at it. All the while in a frakking war zone."
Sor'row checked her weapons then gazed through the dust, smoke, and wails of agony for any signs of not soon to be terminated life. The sound of blazing guns could be heard not a few blocks away. Hoping to kite that particular fight Sor'row got roof access and began making her way to a more advantageous position. She gazed sadly at the broken forms littering the street. So much life had once gone on here and in a single day so much had been brought to nothing. "There is no greater crime than war." she said aloud the evidence of proof staining the streets of this once proud city.

 

[Dredge]

[member="Strider Garon"][member="Preliat Mantis"][member="Aditya Amadis"][member="Sor'row Fae"]

"I WILL HAVE YOUR BLOOD STRIDER!!" Dredge howled again the burning orange Beskad in his hand griped and ready to go. Strider made the first move with a cleave towards Dredge's neck, the old man was fast and in this armor Dredge was terribly slow. But the darkside gave him all that he needed to survive. Bringing his own hot orange blade up it clashed with Strider's in clang of cold steel meeting super heated iron. Sparks flew from the blade as it danced off the edge Dredge's blade. A tiger like roar left Dredge's mouth, his eyes poised to kill the Mandolorian in front of him. "YOU THINK YOU CAN HUMILATE ME AND LIVE!! NO!! YOU ARE A DEAD MAN STRIDER GARON!!" Parrying the strike Dredge screamed and the aura around him burst outwards in all directions encompasing him in a five foot radius. The nexus pulsated and oozed the darkside as it fed into Dredge's rage. Not wanting to see how the lash of flames played out Dredge brought up both of his hand around the weapon and lifted it above his head only to soon bring it down with a hot bright whistle of it cutting through the air and headed straight down to where Dredge had last seen Strider. He wasn't sure where he would be after the aura had lashed out, but he was so enraged that he had to throw a blow at anything.

All around the two men Yuuzhan Vong fought Mandos in the name of revenge. A Mandolorian warrior with crush gaunts pumbled the face of Yuuzhan Vong inwards killing him instantly, getting up the warrior was met by three Amphistaffs that impaled him sending his blood to the floor. Other Vong held down warriors as they sacrificed them with their daggers. Mandos cracked necks and exploded in fire. It was like this everywhere in the forward operating base. A battle that was claiming many lives on both sides.

Above collector droids continued to grab warriors and soldiers, some carrying the severed limbs of dead men and women. A collector droid pinned down a warrior with four of it's twelve limbs and began to ram sharpened blades into the stomach of the woman until she stopped struggling. Collectors swarmed ships and put them off balance sending gunships out of the air and onto the ground where their crews were drug from their depths to be executed or worse upon the streets. The pounds of destroyed droids littered the streets some of Tefka sparking from being riddled with blasters. Feral Graug running over their bodies as they chased down children to feast upon their flesh. And to make things worse the command ship above continued to rain down hell.

"READY THE TERRAFORMER!!" A Vong above on the command ship yelled orders and cried out as a ritual down bellow was commencing. "Prepare for the cleansing!! OUR GOD HATH COME TO STRIKE DOWN ALL!!" The Vong screeched and the arms of the massive ship opened further the charging sound growing more and more as the red eye brightened in the sky. The canons on the ship surged fired down the hot coral. One of which impacted an area near [member="Preliat Mantis"] and [member="Aditya Amadis"] sending a building next to them crashing down in rubble and fire. In front of the two a platoon of twenty Grag rang out a war cry as they feasted upon the dead bodies of what looked to be civilians, children spread among the dead.

This was not war, this was revenge