Invasion War in the Rim Chapter II — GA Invasion of SO held Sluis Van and Echnos

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | Echnos
| Objective | The way of the warrior is resolute acceptance of death.

Jenn knew clarity like no other when she found herself on the field of battle. With her life and the fate of her Clan on the line, the Mandalorian found herself ascending to a greater state of awareness than ever before... and still, it was not enough.​

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Not when the hated foe demanded all of her attention, 'lest she found herself skewered. The Alor had eyes only for his motions, swift as they were, that she may adapt and overcome as she had been trained to do! Hyper-focused as she was on the sheer onslaught unleashed against Jonyna, The Redeemer failed to notice the danger fast approaching her. Although the Sentinel of Harmony's use of a sonic weapon availed her some measure of advantage, the Dark Lord proved himself as skilled a combatant as the legends spoke of, adapting far too rapidly for them to capitalize on this momentary setback. One darkspear after another, each one leaving the fiery-haired siren all the more worried for the fate of the one she had grown so fond of in so little time. Shifting her efforts towards the task of stopping this unrelenting advance, the Mandalorian sent her lightwhip towards the Sith's legs, if only to force him back - or perhaps even encircle the length of energy around his ankle and pull. Alas, she could do little more.​

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The tragedy of what followed, in truth, lay in the fact that the surprise was not complete. Had she not noticed the charge in the corner of her vision, the beskad would have struck her squarely in the back - and failed to penetrate the beskar plating. Alas, the twisted thing caught her just as the Alor turned around to face this new thread... and shoved its blade into her side, where the armor did not reach. ​

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Her breath stolen from her lungs, Jenn answered with a swift decapitating strike, before collapsing onto her knees. Bringing a trembling hand to try and ascertain the seriousness of the wound, the Ersansyr's blood ran cold as her fingers closed around the hilt of the sword. ​

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It was embedded inside her right to the very hilt.​

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Blood left her in a cough.​

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"Pollux", rasped The Redeemer into her helmet, her gaze turned towards the butchery around her, her every heartbeat speeding her further along the path leading to the end of her journey. "Sound the retreat. Save... our people. Live. Live to fight another day..."​

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Her mouth opened once more, then, desperate to ask Karrys for the state of her daughter... but she no longer had any strength to give. Jenn's breathing grew shallow, watching as the Alor'ad fired a flare into the air, followed by the Rallymasters who yet drew breath. The warriors of Clan Kryze began to withdraw, dragging their wounded and their dead along with them; when the veritable tide of terrified civilians threatened to catch them into a stampede, the Hastati cut them down like blades of grass, securing the survival of their siblings in arms through this horrid pragmatism.​

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Jenn slumped against the ground.​

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The familiar roar of jetpacks filled the air. Blasters brought to bear, orders shouted - a small ray of hope amidst darkness. ​

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A pair of arms did scoop up Varys Amun , though they were not her mother's.​

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"I'm not going to lose you, too. Everything's going to be alright, Varys."​

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Karrys' voice carried a comforting firmness within it. All around her, the Nite Owls fought like lions, securing the escape of Jenn's treasured child with the same devotion they would doubtlessly have shown in their rescue of the Kryz'alor, were they given the chance to do so.​

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| Friendly | Jonyna Si
| Hostile | Darth Carnifex ​

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Hand shot out, blue flame unfurling from His palm like water from a burst pipe. It met the golden flame, the two intermingling before powerful explosions rippled out from their meeting. Rising into the air, the Dark Lord continued to bellow forth flame towards the Jedi Master, but quickly began to sweep the fiery maelstrom across the battlefield wherever it could reach. It devoured stone, metal, cloth, flesh, and bone with equal voraciousness, entropic hunger gnawing away at everything that it came into contact with. One of the exceptions appeared to be beskar, which while consumed by azure flame was left unblemished as it passed.

As the flames spread wider and grew higher, the Kainate forces began to press their advantage. Artillery bombardments preceded advancing shock troopers and mechanized support with well-trained synchronicity, each segment of the Kainate force working in tandem. Their cohesion, buoyed by the stabilizing effects of the battle meditation, allowed them to coordinate and act deliberately in the face of the chaos engulfing the wider city. The bulk of their concentrated fire was focused on the withdrawing Mandalorian units, which received a far greater degree of viciousness than their companions.

It became clear the reason when one of the fallen Mandalorians had been reached by the advancing Kainate line, as they were descended upon by mechanists armed with beskar-edged billhooks that were jammed between the beskar plating, unceremoniously ripping it away from the body piece by piece. The body had not yet grown cold, and already the vile servants of the Great Enemy were stripping it of beskar'gam with covetous greed. They did this to every Mandalorian body they could drag behind their lines, defacing the bodies of those that had briefly fallen into their grasp only to be wrenched free by the warriors of Clan Kryze -- for what they could not take for themselves, they spitefully despoiled.

Bright blue flames burned all around where the Dark Lord had fought, burning away the very ground where it smoldered. "Thus always to the enemies of the Sith," rose the Dark Lord's voice above the crackling conflagration. "Heed well, for all is to be swallowed whole by the darkness. All that you call sacred shall be cast upon the ground, and all who you strive to defend shall be made to serve their true masters. Weep, for there is yet more to be taken from you."

Jonyna Si | Jenn Kryze ​