We Came in Like a Wreeeeecking Baaaall{Mandalorian Invasion of Dromund Kaas}

[The Pale]

The Citadel
Objective: Destroy The Citadel

The face of the Sith on Kaas lay in ruins. The Pale and his Mandalorian comrades had destroyed the entryway to the Citadel by using two class A Thermal Detonators. The tremendous blasts created a fourty plus meter hole in aid with structural crumbling. Scores of defenders had been vaporized or killed by concussion or debris. Dozens upon dozens of Mando's poured into the breach. While the face lay in ruins, soon the whole head would be destroyed. And The Pale would revel at the sight for all time to come.

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"Crush them my brothers and sisters"! The Mandalorian's were like a rising tide with no end. Pale crushed a soldiers windpipe down the end of a hallway. He slumped over out into the open like a sack of Corellian potatoes. "Will none pose a real challenge, HA"! Pale broke total cover and stormed down the hall towards the few remaining defenders, killing another with the force by snapping his neck. Dromund Kaas was like a well spring of energy, especially inside this place of great evil. But all good things would have to come to an end sooner or latter. They were nearing the Throne Room, a good place to set a bundle of charges and to make sure is destruction is total.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| @[member="Northstar"] |

Her hand swung her Lightsaber to the side as she lifted the other to the path of the two bolts that Northstar fired in his counter attack. The bolts of energy swung up her arm and were absorbed into the Sith Marauder through the control ability of Tutaminis, a technique given to adept Force sensitives to absorb energy, such as turbolaser and then convert that energy into something more positive for the user. She siphoned the absorbed energy into her Force Rage, amplifying the effects it had given her, such as her increased speed, strength and endurance.

Her golden eyes followed the movement of Northstar and she moved to engage him. But then she stopped in mid stride and began to move backwards. "My enemy has been one step ahead of me since we began our fight. Every time I have tried to move in for the kill, he has managed to survive and find a way to launch a counter attack."

Although unknown to either Northstar, Ayra or even the rest of the Jedi, Sith, Mandalorians and so on in this era, several centuries earlier, a duel had been waged between two Sith by the name of Darth Venamis and Darth Plagueis, whom had been the Sith Apprentices of Darth Teneborous. Due to Venamis's skill with the Lightsaber, the famous Plagueis, who had been responsible for the training and rise of Emperor Palpatine, otherwise known as Darth Sidious, was forced onto the defensive. Plagueis only won his duel because he stepped back, analyze Venamis and his attacks before finding an opening and exploiting it.

That was what Ayra's strategy would be for the rest of this battle.

When Northstar came in, expecting that his enemy would be on the offensive and thus utilizing that to his advantage, he found Ayra in a Shien stance once more. The speed of the Mandalorian Force sensitive took the Sith Marauder off guard, however. "So fast," she thought as she felt one of the bolts of fire hit her leg and the sensation of burning metal and skin against her leg, the durasteel Armor underneath taking the battering again. Another shot to the chest, stomach or back, however and the Armor may not survive. It was already on it's last legs. The other bolts came in fast. Her Shien movements deflected the first three to the sides harmlessly, the speed behind their rapid fire too much to utilize the Lightsaber form effectively to send them back to Northstar. However, the last rebounded off the crimson beam back towards the Mandalorian. She lifted her weapon again in defensive posture, baiting Northstar to continue his offense.

 

[Ordo]

Domund Kaas
Somewhere in the business district
Objective: re-engage Sith forces.
Auxiliary Objective: @Karsh Lithernhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/3012-karsh-lithern/

Ordo lifted his head slightly to look at the Sith coming out directly across from his position. He could still feel the pressure in his mind that tried to make him afraid. Then the Sith lowered his hood to reveal his featureless face.
'Why did I trade the Blond for but ugly?' Ordo thought as he sighed.

He let he hand drop to his Knee and he tried to stand. instead he just lifted his hand to his faceplate and shook his head slightly as if trying to clear it. Ordo's Fragstorm could probably fix the Sith's cosmetic issues permanently at this distance. He could tell this one was very proud of himself otherwise Ordo would have been bouncing down the street of some other cowardly force trick. No, this one wanted to kill Ordo up close. Ordo wanted to laugh. The Sith must have been new if he thought being alone mattered to Ordo, but it didn't.

Ordo waited quietly shaking his head as the Sith approached. He continued his calculations to keep his mind busy, but he was losing time and that He couldn't afford.

 

[Karsh Lithern]

Karsh watched as the man sat there. Still recovering. He's taking to long. Karsh goes from a slow walk to a fast force sprint and was on him almost instantly. He still hasn't drawn his saber. Instead he kicked his head to make him fly backwards. "Are you even going to move?" He was on the ground . The whisper was relentless. He wanted a fight. But he wanted the man to be full of fear the entire time. To someone who wasn't completely attuned to the Force, it would be near impossible to deny the power packed heavily in the whisper.

A change of tactics was in order. He stopped. Karsh wanted to man to recover, but just until he could fight. Releasing his lightsaber, he stood in silence while the crimson red blade gave off its humm. He watched the man.

@[member=Ordo]

 

[Ordo]

Domund Kaas
Somewhere in the business district
Objective: re-engage Sith forces.
Auxiliary Objective: @Karsh Lithern

Ordo had waited long enough the strange force trick was annoying and made his head hurt but he'd fought a squad of storm troopers with worse impairment than that. The Sith's shoulders shifted and Ordo knew he had to act fast. The Sith moved and so did Ordo. As the Sith Lunged to Kick Ordo, Ordo leveled his Fragstorm. The Fragstorm's muzzel flared and the tight spread of shot leaped at the Sith's chest.

The Sith had come looking for a fight and Ordo was going to have to give him one.

 

[Nick Dragovalor]

(Annnnd I'm out. Can't keep track, shiz is confusing, too much drama in this thread, etc. Sorry Ember, let's just say Nick managed to get away from the fight to regroup. Maybe I'll be back during the skirmish)

 

[Karsh Lithern]

@[member="Ordo"]

To the benefit of Karsh, his vision is made entirely out of the Force. His view was 360 around the entire battle. He saw the movement and with lightning maneuvers he was almost instantaneously behind the Mandalorian. "You are too slow. Not to be cliché. But your speed is only that of a man." For Karsh, taunting during a battle was always inevitable. "But. I am no man. I am mutated and I have to power of the dark side of the Force behind me. This is a one sided battle." Karsh decided that he would not kill him. But let him live to tell the others of the power of the dark. "I'll let you have another turn. Go."

@[member=Ordo]

 

[Ordo]

Dromund Kaas
Somewhere in the Business district
Objective: rejoin main battle group
Auxiliary Objective: @[member="Karsh Lithern"]

The little chakkar was quick, Ordo had to admit that. The Sith moved at near teleportation speed and managed to squeeze behind Ordo. The duracrete wall that minutes before was scraping against Ordo's armor was now at the Sith's back. Ordo didn't think he had much time but the Sith did him a favor and began to monologue. Leave it to a saber jockey to jump between duracrete and a hard place and take time to chat.

The sith had said about two words when Ordo pushed up and back from his kneeling position in an effort to crush 'pretty boy' against the wall. Ordo knew that like all Forcies the Sith needed the Force to be deadly and as he crashed backwards he slammed his left fist down on one of his forcebreaker grenades that sat on his belt. The Sith must have been a master to be so fast but he forgot one thing. He was alone with Ordo too...

 

[Karsh Lithern]

His words continued and he gave no sign that the Manalorian had pushed him against the wall. He had forgotten about his saber. The lightsaber of a Sith usually moved as quick and if not, quicker than the wielder. And here this foolish man was pushing him against the wall behind him. But that mistake of forgetting his lightsaber would not go unpassed as he shot it down and through the hand that was reaching for his grenade.

There was no way to evade it - he did it to himself. The blade went through clean and nice and was pulled out as quick as it had been put in. With the same string of movements, Karsh pushed the Mandalorian away from him and made show to casually lean against the wall. "Boy, do you learn anything?"

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

BUSINESS DISTRICT
ABOVE KARSH AND ORDO
Pew pew mode

Preliat jammed his leg backwards, letting Kad handle the fight, if at all. He trusted the big man to be thorough in his skill in war, and besides, this was an assassin, not a Marauder. Preliat jumped downwards, free falling before spotting a red lightsaber in the distance. He tumbled in the air for a moment, before he activated his jetpack. The older Mandalorian was in trouble, and he needed to help.

Preliat jetted down to them, his jetpack and gravity roaring him downward. Raising his fist, he went to punch the sith while he had his attention focused on Ordo, and would probably catch him off guard.

@[member="Ordo"]

@[member="Karsh Lithern"]

 

[Karsh Lithern]

(Deleted. Not playing games with @[member=Preliat Mantis] )

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Karsh Lithern"]

The sneak attack failed because apparently the Sith apprentice was a Master at detecting anything and everything. It wasn't really a smart idea to grab a person from behind, who happened to be wearing a jetpack that had an exhaust so powerful it could propel them upwards. So, needless to say, the Sith who was grabbing him probably got a whole lot of burns from being an idiot. The force-kick didn't really hurt him, as he was skidding at this point and the Sith had reduced his momentum incredibly.

Preliat rolled over, and pointed the flamethrower at him with one hand, and the Westar-34 with the other. Ordo probably would know the trick, and see to move...now. Preliat fired the flamethrower with one wrist, pointing his hand downward, and fired his powerful Westar-34 blaster with the other. Being that the Sith was only an apprentice, he probably didn't know the finer points of Tutaminis or how to sufficiently keep up against a trained and lethal opponent. Being that also the forcebreaker grenade was going off, the apprentice would probably have a tough time not getting his ass kicked.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Karsh Lithern"]

Ordo saw the younger vod lift his arm and knew it was time to make himself small.
Ordo tucked and rolled. His right hand pulled his Mandalorian Ripper and he stood up and fired through the flames.

"Let's get moving, vod'ika the fleet should start kickin' rocks soon."

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

stardust had got lost in the city but managed to find two fellow mandos fighting a sith, quickly running over and quickly letting a few shots off stardust hoped to hit the sith

@[member="Ordo"]
@[member="Preliat Mantis"]
@[member="Karsh Lithern"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat turned and stood up after a while, nodding at Ordo. The Sith had freaked out and ran away after a few brief words, so the concept of them fighting anymore didn't really matter, but in all actuality, didn't really bother him. He looked to Stardust, waving off her fire. They needed to get out of here, quickly. The planetary shields needed to go down, that was for sure. But they needed to bounce before the 100-megaton-a-piece-asteroids dropped on the planet.

"I'm not that little anymore, vod!"He said, scrambling to his feet, smiling beneath his helmet, in a mix of glee and anticipation.

@[member="stardust"]
@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

ok so whats the plan"stardust asked @[member="Preliat Mantis"] smiling big"do we go to the center or what
@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Captain Larraq]

CURRENT OBJECTIVES
1) Reach Dromund Kaas
2) Neutralize Space Defenses
3) Bring down Planetary Shield

FLEET ASSETS
Mythosaur-class Super Carrier: 3,500m “Mythosaur”
Ash'amur-class Star Destroyer: 1,900m “Shab'rudur”
Kom'rk-class Assault Cruiser: 650m “Ori'buyce, Kih'kovid”
Kom'rk-class Assault Cruiser: 650m “Ukor B'ukor”
Roughly 12,500 meters (in length) of Asteroids

-Escort Bravo-
Liberation-class Cruiser: 600m “Kracken” (Republic Privateer Vessel)
Kad'ika-class Light Cruiser: 400m “Tal'onidir”
Kad'ika-class Light Cruiser: 400m “Ne Shab'rud'ni”
Kad'ika-class Light Cruiser: 400m “Mandokar”

DROMUND SYSTEM
Distance from Dromund Kaas: 298,200 kilometers
Elapsed Time: 10 Minutes (4H 53M total)
Current Speed: 70,664m/s
Rate of Acceleration: 4.44m/s/s

Still standing near his chair, Larraq typed in various calculations into his datapad and double checked his math. Between himself and the astromech droid his datapad was linked to, he plotted a number of trajectories for the Mythosaur to divert to. Variable mass, speed, and rates of acceleration were always difficult to calculate with any true matter of certainty. Not to mention the added complication of operations near a gravity well.

Larraq glanced up from his work on the datapad as the Sith woman's voice filled the bridge. "Well, sir, you're currently moving at full-speed on a collision course towards the Sith capital world, which just so happens to be in my territory. I'd rather not have to deal with hostilities unless I absolutely have to, so please, divert your course before we, the planetary defenses, and the planet's artillery have to engage you."

Larraq stared at the forward hologram projection and pulled another cigarette from his breast pocket. Lighting up the cigarette, he watched as the Sith contact icons shift and and move on the projection, . “Somehow I really doubt that woman wants to do anything other than be violent, get her way, and blow something up. Lieutenant, what's going on with the enemy fleet right now?” Larraq said to his bridge crew.

“They appear to be launching fighters sir. And moving towards an intercept course.” Answered one of the lieutenants.

Exhaling a small plume of smoke, Larraq hailed the Sith fleet again. “Oh, I'm sorry officer. Was I speeding? I just can't do a thing without an astromech droid. Here, let me alter course. I wouldn't want you to have to get hostile or anything.” Larraq said to the Sith woman (@[member="Circe Savan"]) with a smirk on his face and a cigarette held loosely in his left hand. With his right, he disabled communications and picked up his datapad. Giving his calculations one last glance-over, Larraq turned and addressed his crew.

“Stop forward thrust. Nose up, thirty degrees. Bring us twenty degrees to starboard. Re-engage forward thrust.” Larraq barked out to his crew, accentuating each point with a point of his cigarette. “Redirect power from ventral shields to dorsal shields. Adjust weapon vectors. All ventral weapons set to negative thirty from zero, even distribution of fire on all arcs. All other weapons maintain current firing solutions. Order Escort Alpha to stay in our shadow. At T minus 19, Escort Bravo is to maneuver zero-by-zero over our ventral facing, minus sixty degrees.”

Taking a drag from his cigarette, Larraq added, “And someone tell Escort Bravo to maintain course. We'll meet them at Rally point Sierra-Launch in 2 hours 49 minutes, as planned.”

In space, the Mythosaur's engines dimmed briefly as the massive ship slowly angled upwards and then to the right. Engines flared to life again as hundreds of weapon turrets rotated to new firing angles and shields stopped shimmering on the top of the ship and began shimmering on the bottom. Maintaining perfect formation, the Shab'rudur, Ori'buyce Kih'kovid, and Ukor B'ukor rotated to face on an identical heading and maneuvered so that they were behind and above the Mythosaur.

Pressing the button for the comm system again, Larraq spoke once more to the Sith woman. “You did want me to pull over, right?” On the hologram at the front of the bridge, Larraq watched with a smirk as a red dotted line plotted the new course of the Mythosaur. Larraq took a drag from his cigarette as a warning flashed across the projection.

Warning. Collision course detected.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

The ground below him had been ravaged by the Mandalorians, burned and razed. Buildings lay in ruin, and dark birds hung over the sky, awaiting the feast that would fill their gizzards for days. The stench of burned flesh and molten metal filled the air, mixed with the smog of industry and repulsors. They had done what they said they would do. They had crushed the Sith capital, and his Mandalorians were victorious, albeit a hollow victory. Much of the Sith had been absent for the destruction of their capital. As the LAAT and his escort of commandos landed outside of the Palace. A heavy boot stirred the ash as the recently appointed Mand'alor made his way towards the Palace throne room.

The Mandalorians had won this fight.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

And just like that, the kid was gone. Ember looked around in suspicion for @Nicholas Dragon, but after a long tense minute he realized that not many people could stick out for the long haul after watching someone block a full-auto slugthrower. Heck, if the kid had stuck around, he might even have won. Wasn't like Ember was much of anything special apart from fast and strong.

Slamming his lightsabre into the foundation of the Dromund Kaas citadel, he turned it to dual-phase. The blade doubled in length, scything up at an angle into the wall and giving it a place to slide.

With his full Force exertions and mastery of physical enhancement, he began to walk, and walk fast, dragging the lightsabre through the wall.

He meant to let the whole front of the Sith citadel rip itself off and fall away.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat, and assuming his friends, came to the Sith palace, flanking in the lines of the Commandos. Preliat walked briskly, and then caught up to Gil. He jogged up to the throne room doors, and peeled off his helmet slowly, and grabbed the door handle. He held it open for Gil, smiling."After you, Mandalore."He said, finally saying the word that had been on his mind since he saw Gil for the first time. The man was definitely leadership material, that was for sure. Preliat glanced around the destroyed palace, smiling.


"Mando'ad draar digu..."He said, a sneer coming across his lips. He wanted to burn this all to the ground. Ashes. He didn't want the planet, he didn't want to have it. He wanted to burn it, and render the planet nothing more than an embarrassing memory. No amount of ships, troopers, or Sith themselves could stop the Mandalorians now. They had lost.