Wetwork (Dominion Tier 2 Dom of Mirial and Krayiss 2)

[Shorarri]

Post 4

Shorarri hopped out of the speeder and followed Owazza's lead. Enemy turret fire raked their lines and resistance fighters to slow went down in a red mist. [member="Owazza"] grabed Shorarri by the tuft of his arm and yanked him to cover behind a blown out speeder. [Allow me brother!] Shorarri barked. He leapt out of cover and wripped the speeders e-web from it's socket. He aimed at the enemies and hosed down their lines with fully automatic super heated blast of death.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

There they would stand. Vode.
New system overseers.
They would suffer great.

Mandalorians.
Over glorified soldiers.
Dense like their armor.

Reduced to brigands.
Nothing more, Nothing less now.
History repeats.

Post 2

 

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5/20

Owazza was a little crazy, but Shorarri seemed to be on another level entirely. The warlord watched with something that could only be described as surprised admiration as the other wookie tore the e-web turret clear from the overturned speeder. Not one to leave his brother-in-arms to his fate, the warlord burst from cover, his bowcaster aimed in the general direction of the enemy E-Webs. He bellowed a roar of challenge as he sprinted across the open area of the plaza, his bowcaster roaring along with him as it expelled streams of fire toward the enemy.

None of the bolts hit, but they accomplished their intended purpose. The hostile E-webs turned to gun Owazza down, exposing themselves to Shorarri in the process. Yelps of surprise could be heard as the liberated E-Web melted flesh and bone. Beskar did little when faced with such an assault.

Owazza roared in victory and threw himself into the Mandalorian line. Blasters meant little as Owazza lifted one of the warrior up by his neck and slammed him into one of his comrades. Another warrior was blown open with a bowcaster bolt, and the third found his spine snapped on Owazza's knee.

"<Move up brothers! We must take the capital building! Their turrets are broken. Destroy their infantry!>" Owazza barked over the comm as he tossed a crippled Mandalorian warrior to the cement.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 2

As the speeders ground to a halt, Grace started to move, leaving with as little effort as she could. Her blaster came to her hand first, the weapon roaring as it unleashed a hail of bolts into the nearest man. The mando screamed as a lucky shot caught him in the neck, falling in a pile of scorched armor. She smiled, turning to the next man and repeating the process. As he dropped, and a third turned towards her and leveled his weapon, she instinctively let the blaster drop from her hand, a silver cylinder flying from her belt and activating, the cyan blade springing to life. Her brain barely registered the differing color before she batted the first few bolts away from her. Every second, she could feel more fire on her.

She needed to be sure she could keep up.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Post 4.

Another blast bolt whizzed by Kentarch's head. "Kark this." He said to himself, now was the time for him to take the fight to the enemy. With another force powered leap he jumped into a group of Mandalorians. His lightsaber sliced one enemy soldier completely in half at the waist, then he sent the crimson blade thrusting into the skull of another nearby trooper. One mandalorian charged at him with a roar, trying to smash his skull in with the butt of his blaster rifle. With a flick of his wrist Kentarch's blade sliced off the man's arm, then he slammed his fist into the Mando's face knocking him over. "queen."

A nearby sniper tried to pick him off, but Kentarch squatted down just over the face of the armless soldier. "How many of these guys are there?" He complained.

 

[Drox Fuga]

Post: 4

Drox picked up a PLX-1 Missile Launcher off one of the dead rebels, a little older then what he was use to, but if it fired it would get the job done. He went to a knee and aimed for one of the walkers that was providing heavy support for the line that was the enemy Loyalist. With the squeeze of a trigger and a bit of praying, the missile left the tube and stuck the walker square in the face. This was letting up a little in the lines of the so called Loyalist. With the little distraction, the rebels now blitzed the enemy positions and took the momentum of the battle.

Drox's job of changing the shift of the battle was now complete, he needed to find the Wookie for next orders. Instead he found the glowing of both the Jedi and Sith light-sabers in the fray of battle. This was [member="Grace Darkson"] and the weird force user, [member="Rainer Altman"]. What this particular worrier was doing to a fallen Mandalorian what somewhat unorthodox, but it did seem to put fear in the near by Loyalist. Psychological Warfare was very strategic, not what he would have done, but it was effective.

He pulled up next to the Red Saber Force User, "That was a rather effective method, but we need to reconnect with the Commander, do you know where we can find him?"

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

What they had was null.
Savages. Equipped to fail.
Soon we would scavenge.

Take what was. Replace.
Exchange and trade. Steal and reap.
So observe it all.

Watch iron blood run.
War was sure to have begun.
May the Reaper, reap.

post 3

 

[Shorarri]

Post 5

Shorarri abandoned the E-web as the enemy turrets lay broken and bent. Shorarri withdrew his ceremonial machete and charged the enemies head on. Entering a fit of rage Shorarri began to hack and slash at anything that resembled a T-visor. He swung hard with his blade embeding the thick metal into a Mandalorians shoulder. He kicked the limp body and it went sprawling into another Mandalorian. Shorarri fell atop the enemy without a moments hesitation. He stabbed his sword into the enemies chest as he lay on the ground scrambling to remove the corpse of his fallen comrade from atop him. Through blood shot eyes Shorarri watched as his body moved. It was like he was possessed. Unable to control his actions in battle and all that he craved was the blood of his enemies. He ripped the sword free and it came loose with a thick spray of red. Shorarri let out a terrifying roar as he charged after @Owazza.

 

[Arken Lussk]

Post: [04/20]

While the rest of the Dominion's strike team advanced aggressively, Arken timidly hung in the back. Jarvis returned lethally accurate fire with his blaster rifle, dropping Mandalorian soldiers and mercenaries with precision that could only be attributed to a droid and their targeting systems. Arken fired back too, albeit with far less accuracy. He did it mainly just to feel like he was doing something. The young boy dashed from cover to cover with the assassin droid covering his every move. Only when he was absolutely sure of his safety did he peek out and fire blindingly with the blaster pistol.

"Frak," the boy snarled. "I can't hit anyone."

A blaster bolt exploded before Jarvis, his own energy shield proving quite effective. "Suggestion: Steady your breathing. Organics so like to tense up during combat, and you are far more than the average organic, master."

"Alright."

With that in mind, he inhaled steadily as he brought the pistol to bear. He squeezed the trigger evenly, like he'd seen done in the HoloFlix, and a bolt flew from the barrel.

It crashed. Not on an enemy, not on an ally, but right on the pillar that three Mandalorians were near.

Just great.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Post 5.

Using the force, Kentarch gave a little tug to the sniper trying to put a blaster bolt between his eyes, and the man toppled from his nest in a building and hit the ground with a loud thwack.

Before he could continue a soldier, [member="Drox Fuga"], who looked like some rough trick spoke to him. "The commander?" Kentarch said. He pointed towards the direction [member="Owazza"] ran off too. "My job is to kill as many of these tools a possible, thin the lines for the resistance." He stated bluntly.

 

[Grace Darkson]

Post 3

Grace watched the other Force user charge the Mandalorian lines, Frowning for a moment. His charge had given her a little more breathing room. Smiling, she ducked down, grabbing the fallen gun and firing at another soldier. He dropped, and she moved on, each shot followed by another advance on their front line.

By the time she reached the Mando force, a loud explosion ripped through the air, and the surrounding troops turned to look. The walker was down. and the men before her were wavering. Many seemed to wonder if they could survive without their heavy support. Those closer to Grace got a very quick answer as her saber flashed through the air.

No.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

How long would this stretch.
Twilight streams by our visage.
System incoming.

Assimilation.
Mandalorians taken.
We dont bother. Take.

Ready the subjects.
Steer clear of the dominion.
Assist the fallen.

Post 4

 

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6/20​

Owazza had made it up to the first level of the capital building now. There were three left until he could actually get inside, but then progress was progress. Few dared fire at the gore spattered wookie warlord. One hand held the bowcaster, the other dragged a mewling Mandalorian warrior from the back of his neck. The man's legs were bent in unnatural angles and his right arm hung limply from the socket. His head lolled about, the man within clearly in a pain induced daze.

The sound of beskar skidding along the cement made the group of Mirilian loyalists on the next level pause. Their weapons lowered as they beheld warlord Owazza and his wounded hostage. The Wookie's lips pulled back in a terrible little grin.

"<I have killed your officer, now I come for your king.>" Owazza bellowed with laughter. "<Surrender your weapons and report to one of the rebellion's officers. You will be accepted back into the fold. Stand against me, and I will saw the flesh from your bones with my teeth.>"

The group of Mirilians all complied, save one. She brought her rifle up to bare and screamed something unintelligible. Owazza just groaned as he fired his bowcaster into the woman. She hit the floor with a dull thud, a massive smoking hole in the middle of her chest.

"<Form up @Shorarri. We must regroup for the next push. The upper tiers of the palace are well guarded.>" Owazza called. He turned his mic to [member="Drox Fuga"]'s frequency. "<Hello Mister Fuga. I have killed many of these tin-can men, and now I wait upon the first tier of the capital. My team will move in soon, but those Mandalorian walkers remain. You must destroy them if our green skinned friends are to live.>"

 

[ToKola Bakari]

{01}
"Kark I hate being late to the party." Zaz stated as his eyes took in the battle below.

He watched from his Kom'rk fighter as the Mandalorians below launched an assault on the forces of the Dominion and the Mirilian rebels. The Mandalorians had his brothers outnumbered but it was obvious that the Dominion had them outmatched. His fighter had yet to be targeted, causing the Mandalorian to smirk as an idea formed in the back of his mind.

"Oh I'm gonna love this." Setting the autopilot on the fighter he began to drift towards the battle, his eyes set on a building swarmed with Mandalorian raiders. He slapped the controls forward, causing the fighter to speed forward as he pulled his bucket over his head, making way for the rear of the ship.

Zaz hurried to the main chamber of the ship, lowering the ramp as his fingers tapped the armor plating over his thigh hurriedly. There was no hesitation as metal gave way to a clear sky. The Mandalorian leaped out from the shuttle, arms tucked to his side as the ship made its way towards it's target.

As he drifted down towards the ground Zaz tapped a few buttons on his gauntlet, bringing his jet pack to life. The flames roared from the back of his pack, pulling him from the hard velocity of the fall. He swung his arms, allowing him to rotate just in time to see the Kom'rk shuttle slam into the side of the building, forcing it to collapse on itself. "Oya!" Zaz called out as he made his way to The Dominion's Front. Placing a hand on his comm he tuned into the same channel as his furry Commander, @Owazza. "Sorry I'm late, had to have a little fun first."

 

[Shorarri]

Post 6

Shorarri walked the palace steps next to @Owazza. His machete dripping in blood. He sneered at the cowardice of the loyalist. He growled as they passed and watched as one jumped. This caused Shorarri to let out a gruff laugh and he once more began to sink back into his old self. The rage that had taken hold of him slipping away. [I am with you War chief] Shorarri roared to Owazza as they continued to the palaces inner sanctum. The battle was quick and hard fought, but now the end seemed to loom within sight.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Bone and crimson froze.
Necropsi clean prejudice.
No hostages. None.

Silence the wind here.
Hush the wounded. Infect them.
Dues ex machina.

Janitorial.
The soul is subservient.
Numbers slowly grow.

post 5

 

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7/10

Zaz was a special kind of stupid. He was of the breed that believed in doing everything in a rather flashy fashion, and in doing so tended to cause more trouble than he helped. The warchief eyed the Tal'verda's vessel dumbly as it collided with one of the many buildings around the capital. Bits of debris rained down upon the warriors that fought in the streets below. A quiet groan rumbled from the back of the warlord's throat, and he found himself reaching up to pinch the tip of his nose.

"<I thank you for that Shorarri.>" Owazza answered honestly as he placed a hand on his comrade's shoulder. "<Just think Shorarri. The more we fight, the closer we get to Kashyyyk: to home. I will free it one day brother. I will see our people preserved."> Owazza offered the other wookie a warm smile, one that was at odds with the gore and vitae that stained his fur coat.

Just then, the voice of Zaz blurted in his ear. "<Your idea of fun is going to cost us a very large sum of credits Zaz!>" Owazza snarled, <"Just...move your armored ass to the capital building. We will move up to the second tier once you arrive.>"

A number of warriors, mostly Wookies hailing from Owazza's clan and members of the Mirialian resistance, gathered around the duo. All were prepare to make the charge.

"<That Mando child will be the death of me.>"

[member="Shorarri"], [member="Zaz Tal'Verda"]

 

[Drox Fuga]

Post: 5
[member="Rainer Altman"] [member="Grace Darkson"]

Drox was fighting along side two Force Users with a rebel force as their only back up, and in the middle of a battle field. This was must have been the feeling that his father was so addicted to. In this place on the battle field, Drox felt like himself.

He used his blaster to cover the Force Users and take out the Mandalorian and their Loyalist, taking them to their makers, or whatever they believed in. He was on a mission, and nothing would get in they way of that mission as orders where the foundation of his being. He walked among the dead enemies and allies as smoke rose from their bodies. This is what it must be when people say they are blessed in the fire of battle. Drox took a shot at the enemy before speaking to Altman, "We need to push the center so the flank can regroup and push for the capital building, can you do that?"

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Now the dead are fuel.
Turning, flowing and growing.
Ashes to ashes.

Abominations.
Scientific in nature.
Void of emotion.

Risen to serve us.
Converted to endure all.
Technology folds.

 

[ToKola Bakari]

{02}
Zaz chuckled at Owazza's comment on his entrance before placing a hand on the receiver to his helmet. "Oh come on, you know you like it." Just as Zaz's hand was about to move away from his receiver his HUD began to rapidly blink in front of his eyes. An arrow pointed to the bottom left corner of his screen, causing him to face the direction the arrow pointed. His eyes took in the scene of three Mandalorian soldier's, outfitted with jetpacks, flying towards him. Before the Mandalorian could say anything he saw the quick red flashes of blaster fire flying past him.

Pulling his blaster pistol's from their place in his holster Zaz turned from them, speeding towards the sky over the capitol building. "Hey [member="Owazza"]! I might be a bit late. I met some friends!"

After speaking into the comm Zaz glanced back behind him, noticing the three were gaining on him faster than he expected. "Come on gummybears!"

As they grew closer to him Zaz continued to fly towards the capitol building. The Mandalorian smirked before flipping onto his back as he flew away from the soldier's. As blaster shots rained past him he brought his own weapon's up to bare, firing at the nearest pursuer. Two of his blaster rounds landed on the man's shoulders, disrupting his flight pattern and sending the man spiraling towards the ground. "Oya!" Zaz yelled as he rounded the top of the capitol building, his eyes falling on his pursuers.