Writ of Extermination (Mandalorian Invasion of the New Order at Telos IV)

[Atlas Kane]

Location: Outside the Garrison's FoV
Allies: Mando'ade [member="Luminous"]
Enemies: Darjetii
Objectives: Get some stylish armor

"3 ... 2 ... 1 ... Drop." Clink. Fwooosh, and they were falling.


After the clamps that held the drop pod in place were released and the door was opened, the metal box was falling. It would be a short fall, but this short period of time is what was the worst. It was the calm before the storm. The last bit of peace before war. Cabur hated this part. It always got him to worry about himself and the ones close to him, like the others of his clan. Every time in a drop pod or a gunship he worried about them, about what would happen if they died, about what would happen if he died or about what would happen if one of them got captured. Every time during this part of a battle, he thought the same things. It was like the start of a routine for him. First the worrying, followed by the battle and then by peace. Wether it was peace in death or peace through victory didn't matter, he knew he-

BOOM.

They had arrived. With a loud noise similar to an explosion, the doors flung open and two large Mandalorians jumped out of the box. One of them with a large scattergun, the other with a beskad and a WESTAR-34 in hand. Afterwards a third one jumped out with two blaster pistols in their hands. The three looked around, checking for any hostiles nearby. After a quick search, there was no one. They had landed in a small crater and one of the three armored warriors made his way up towards the edge of the crater. There, the man looked around for a couple seconds and then gave a thumbs up to the rest of the people behind him. "All clear."

 

[The Upright Man]

Location: Outside the Garrison's FoV
Allies: Mando'ade [member="Cabur Aranar"]
Enemies: Dar'jetii
Objectives: Time to get Nifty

Luminous strode across the room, moving towards the drop pod. A vibroblade was sheathed at a weapons belt, whilst an AMR-1 anti-material rifle was slung over her shoulders. Her armour was uncommon in that it was made up of a single chest plate and helmet, whilst the rest was a bodysuit. She entered the pod, turning only to close the hatch and seal it. She didn't tarry to find a seat, placing the anti-material rifle into a socket, keeping it steady.

"3 ... 2 ... 1 ... Drop." Clink. Fwooosh, and they were falling.

Her concealed, ice-like blue eyes scanned the room. They fell upon Cabur, watching him with a fierce intensity. She could tell he wasn't comfortable right now. She drew back her stare and wrapped herself in her thoughts. Few of their clan, the Aranar, remained. Her father had raised her as a member, teaching her how to defend herself in close-quarters combat, and taking up the rare skill of long-range sniping that was uncommon among her fellows. Though she was a Bounty Hunter, through and through. When much of the clan had perished, she had come back to the Bastion, fearing for her fathers life. Thankfully, the old man was still on his farm. She glanced upwards at the other two in the pod, mooting to her own rifle that differentiated her from the others. She tapped the magazine, "High-velocity, armor-piercing. They'll take the hat off a Stormtrooper at two thousand yards. And they ain't cheap."

BOOM

The pod had landed with a great thud, head restraints bracing her, preventing her from obtaining whiplash. A harness held her body against the seat. She began to unclip, ripping free her anti-material rifle. She craned her neck towards the hatch, hearing it burst open. The Mando'ade were pouring out into the streets. She brought her wrist towards her mouth, speaking to command "Recon Team Alpha reporting: We're enroute to our objective." She hopped down from the opening, sliding the rifle over her shoulder. She reached down, curling a gloved hand around the sheathed vibroblade, pulling it free. Now they just needed some stormtrooper gear. She watched Cabur give the all clear. She parted ways, for now. She would remain within radio contact with them, but she needed to find some troopers.

It hadn't been long. Two blocks down on the right were a set of shops. Within a unisex watch store, she had hidden behind a desk, crouched. She glanced up only to watch the stormtroopers passed by. Four. No doubt they were heading towards the recent landing, ready to kill the inhabitants of the pod. She quickly began to tip toe her way towards the entrance of the shop, pulling the door across. She entered the street, breaking into a light-footed sprint. They heard her coming, but too late. She launched herself at the one surveying their six. Her vibroblade was in the humans neck before he could react. The second twisted his body around, ready to pull the trigger. Luminous fell forward in a roll, coming up in front of him, bringing her blade up and under his helmet, digging it deep into his chin. Using a sniper wasn't the only useful skill she had been taught. She moved her body quickly enough to miss being shot by a blaster at near point-blank. In a few successive slashes, the remaining two had their throats slit. She radioed it in, "Alpha-One to Alpha-Leader, I've got the armor."

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Ordo"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Ember Rekali"]

Anija was... honestly a bit bored. She sat at her console and stared at the small hologram she'd jury-rigged. She could see the Siit fleet maneuvering to engage as the Mandalorian wall of battle turned to meet them. Of course, she still was watching for damage reports on her console, and her tool bag was magnetically clamped to the base of her chair. Both to keep it from sliding around as Parjai maneuvered, and to keep it readily accessible.

Some might think she was distracted, but she wasn't. It came from Ember's own training. He'd taught her how to focus amid distraction. She watched her jury-rigged holo again and sighed. 'Would they see victory?' Only time and skill could answer that question. With a frown, she keyed a control on her gauntlet, and then carefully typed out and message to Arrbi. "If we make it through this, I want to meet you in Keldabe afterwards." And then, she remote linked to Ordo's vid feed to see what was happening groundside.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

[member="Melakoth Tyrin "]landed, along with his soldiers. Preliat grinned, and so did the Mandalorians on the ground. The Stormtroopers were out in the open, exposed to the hail of fire that was now going to be re-directed at them. [member="Aedan Miles"] needed a medal for what he just did for Preliat. Preliat was the first Mandalorian to stand up, leveling his SAW with the enemy. Mandalorian forces, began to pepper the Stormtroopers with fire, accurate and deadly as the Stormtroopers tried to cross the battlefield towards their position. Preliat saw one of the Sith step forward, and marched toward him, slaughtering the Stormtroopers with his Hyperion SAW, before he felt the clip go empty. He removed his dual Westar-34s, and began to go to work as he stepped towards the Sith.

"This is where you, and your base die."


Preliat had no intention of taking him prisoner, injuring him. Preliat was here to kill. He activated his jetpack, and started to rain accurate, deadly fire from his blasters on the Stormtroopers. He landed near the Sith, grimacing at him beneath his helmet. His helmet was painted with the visage of a skull on it, and a Grim Reaper on his shoulder pads. The Sith had a right to fear the Rally Master, for they were now in his domain. And his domain was war. He marched towards the Sith, and rolled on the ground, taking shots at @Melakoth Tyrin's chest.

 

[Aedan Miles]

LOCATION: Sith Base
ALLIES: [member="Allison Willamina"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
ENEMIES: SITH
OBJECTIVE: Preform bombing run.

Aedan Miles smirked as he saw the gunships set down and unload their troops bringing the remains of his squadron around they flashed back towards the Sith Base they still had a bombing run to make and they would find a way to do that before they were forced to ground. As he neared the base Aedan activated his com link and called out on the Mandalorian channel. "This is Werde Squadron headed in for bombing run give us a target and we will make it dust." He gripped the control yoke of his ship tightly as he sent it juking a bit as the Sith Anti-air batteries finally came alive. Biting back a snarl Aedan sent his ship into evasive maneuvers allowing the force to guide his hand.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Objective: Slay the Sith, Secure the Site!
Allies: The Men of Mandalore!
Enemies: Inciteful Sith!
Location: Vital Industrial Wastelands!

The drop-pod went smash. The troopers trapped underneath went squish. It was rather like how a beetle could be squashed under light amounts of pressure between a finger and a thumb.

"Deary me." Neskar voiced to the verd'ika in the drop-pod, through his buy'ce and the closed communication radio channel all drop-squads had. "I'm terribly sure they weren't expecting that. Oh well. Let's get on with it." He slammed an open palm into the large, green button on the chest of the contraption that held the drop-squads in place, it hissed and released steam with vigour, allowing Neskar to move freely, to grasp his weapons and make a swift entry. Heaving the Gorgon Web Rifle onto his back, a swift-fire way of dispatching rogue Sith, and acquiring both his beskad and his CZ-836 Assault Rifle, with a range of slugs to accompany the furore their arrival would surely bring. Oh, and I won't forget this. A rather flashy shotgun, in his opinion, but apparently it rendered force shields almost useless. Making this not useless. Perfect. He was already in his armour. They all were. They were ready. The Sith were not. Oft-times, he wondered how the Sith could last under such brutal pressure. They imploded once before. Why not twice? Or thrice? As many times as necessary. Beautiful. He cast a quick glance back at his squad. This would be a lot of fun. At once, they all arranged themselves at the drop-pod door, waiting for the surprise to finish, and the battle to begin.

"Oh, just saying, if you flee; I'll shoot you in the back myself. Give the Sith worse." He grinned almost manically under his buy'ce. Perceived insanity always aided the fear of a man.

BOOMF. Just as predicted, the drop-pod door exploded from its hinges, rocketing out from its original place to smash into the body of another unfortunate onlooker. "Ugh. Not another." Neskar spoke from the now open hole, all the men of the drop-pod had their rifles trained upon the unsuspecting troopers on the ground. "Oh well. Kill them all." And so they did. Blaster shots erupted from the barrels of the Mandalorians, and already a score of stormtroopers were slew, with more falling by the second. But as quick as the volleys began, the troopers reacted, manoeuvring into cover and taking pot-shots at the open drop-pod. Neskar had to think quick. They would be exposed if they stayed in the drop-pod any longer, and killed quickly. A bolt slammed into his chest-plate, almost knocking him asunder.

"Right, that's it. I'm fed up with these bloody Sith." He snarled, and dove from the open drop-pod, slamming the ground and drawing the overall fire, allowing the rest of the Mandalorians to quickly filter out and find their own cover. Neskar put burst shots down upon the stormtroopers in cover, breaking their cone of fire, and as quickly as the fight had begun, it quickly began to unravel. The stormtroopers used the open-faced side of a large factory, twinned with many other industrial buildings that went on for around a mile in each way, directly in front of them. Freed from a wide coverage of fire, the Mandalorians began to flank the stormtroopers, heaving themselves over the barricades and engaging in hand to hand combat with the stormtroopers there. This brought the fire off of Neskar, who would've surely been slain if he had remained in the open position for long. Pushing himself back up, he rushed the position of the stormtroopers, mantling the barricade and sweeping the Captain of the stormtrooper detachment off his feet. As quickly as the captain had fallen, Neskar had thrown down his rifle, grasped the hilt of the beskad strapped to his hip, a foot long beskar machete, which had served him well. He fell onto the body of the Captain, his knees and weight of his armour ensnaring him, preventing the combatant from rising. Neskar raised the blade above his head, and even he could see the fear through the visor of the Captain at his imminent death.

"Remember when your mother said being a doctor would be a better career choice? Yeah, she was right." He quipped, almost dropping the knife as he let it plunge in between the plates of the Captain's armour, splitting the under-skin and slashing into the ribcage, to which Neskar felt the ribs the blade met shatter as easily as cracking a carrot, and sink into the red matter which let the Captain live. Well, not anymore.

Rising from the body of the deceased Captain, Neskar wrapped his gauntleted hand around the hilt of the beskad and planted a boot on the chest-plate, tearing the blade out of the corpse; it was covered in a crimson sheen, an ominous token for the rest of the events of the day.

"Well, there's still plenty to do." he muttered, as one of the Mandalorians came up to him.
"Casualties?"
"None."
"Good. Keep it that way."
"Sir, more detachments are surely coming our way. I think we've announced our arrival clearly enough."
"Aye," Neskar replied, glaring into the fire-soaked skies of Telos IV, where more and more drop-pods fell from the sky, to which they looked like flies on a hot day. "That we have. Be ready for more hand-to-hand. They won't surrender easy." He knelt down again and gripped the stock of the rifle he had previously thrown down. Sheathing the beskad and arming himself once more with the trusty CZ-836, he directed his men into the factory complexes ahead.

"Remember," he announced finally. "We're outnumbered a thousand to one, we're drastically undermanned and we're in hostile territory, with colossal hordes of Sithspawn headed right our way. Heh. They couldn't had made it harder for us?" He released the now empty magazine from the rifle, and swiftly slammed in another, locking it in with regimented experience. Neskar glared at the complex looming ahead of them, and all the enemies it held. "Groovy."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

FINAL FRONTIER
OPPONENT: [member="Darth Ayra"]

"Conservative play," he murmured, as the XoXaan heavy cruisers rocked his command ship by heavy long-range turbolaser. The outer wall, the command ships and durability-focused Ackbars, soaked up the fire, though the Ackbar beneath his vessel was starting to show signs of shield stress. Long-range turbolasers were nothing to scoff at, even if they did cause power drain and reallocation for command ships that stocked them, let alone heavy cruisers. "They're waiting for us to close the distance, holding their attack craft in reserve. At which point they get all trap-springy on us, in one way or another. I mistrust that carrier and I mistrust that distant command ship, and I mistrust those fighters ahead of the Broadside."

[member="Anija Ordo"] got a comm -- shield generators possibly under stress, worth poking at. Command ship shields were tough on a whole other order of magnitude, but those HLRTs, bolstered by the carrier's single starboard hypervelocity gun, could cause some troubles.

He double-checked the theatre plot; they'd reached optimal extreme turbolaser range. "Commence fire on Broadside Aurek. I want that ship drowning in her own missiles' sympathetic detonations."

Three command ships and three heavy cruisers lashed out across space in a torrential broadside at that single heavy cruiser as the wall of battle reached the two o'clock position on Ayra's formation, letting Ayra's central ships partially block the firing lines of the far side's escorts. The Detonators ahead of the Broadside were just outside the massed turbolaser fire.

Another ten minutes would make starfighters relevant. More than long enough to make a single heavy cruiser go away, barring creative formation restructuring on the fly. The double wall of battle would reach its closest point to Ayra's formation when they were starboard to starboard, at each other's three o'clock, at a distance of one kilometre -- knife range. But first they had to enter starfighter range of each other, and then things would get interesting fast.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Inside the city. The main one whose name escapes me.
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Mandos. [member="D-Man"] specifically
Objectives: Experiment and corrupt.


Daichi steps through the city, seemingly oblivious to the invasion. No, the invasion didn't truly matter to him. The Mandos would win this day, to him that much was apparent. The leaders that be had chosen to attack at the worst of times, when the New Order was weakest, wasn't prepared. Now, they will pay for it. But, there was something he wanted to do first. [member="D-Man"] 's presence was well felt by the Lord. Flickering so to speak. Hesitant. He could feel it.

A perfect body to bolster the ranks. He called out to the man, challenging him. Mandalorians should respect such a challenge, a one on one fight, but he was not foolish. No, he wouldn't broadcast himself to the world and to those who would swarm, just the one target he wanted. His voice would be melodic, singing into the head of D-Man ever so softly, tugging at the back of his conscious.

"Come."

 

[Matreya]

Cocking his head to look over his shoulder, Damien felt against his mental shields the soft touch of a dark voice. It was enticing, but he knew how to defend himself, and there fore did nothing he did not wish to...

That being said, the challenge was definitely worthy. In a matter of a few minutes, consisting of tracking the voices energies, he stood before the man.

"Why do you call me?" Damien questioned, leaning against a nearby wall with folded arms.

[member="Daichi"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Inside the city. The main one whose name escapes me.
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Mandos. D-Manhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/1330-d-man/ specifically
Objectives: Experiment and corrupt.

Daichi stood with his hands behind his head. He watched as his target came to him, and it only caused a grin to form on his face. There with an ever widening grin he nodded once.

"To think, you'd actually come. Tell me boy, I assume you feel the Darkside's pull. Are you resisting it?" A simple chat, ironic given the circumstances, would simply be all he was going for. But he was far from defenseless. Should the mando chose to attack, he would only find ruin. Or, so Daichi thought. Regardless, the Force began to poke at D-Man's mind. Summon Fear was an ability the Lord excelled at. Perfected. He was no good at melee, but he certainly knew all the tricks to avoid it. And a couple to last.

 

[Matreya]

Damien chuckled softly at the touch of the mans mind against his own, as Damien was trained by Voracitos in the uses of Torture by Chagrin, where his worst nightmares had been brought to life. He was a powerful mentalist indeed. Now he had Ergast backing him to boot.

Flaring his power, Damien shoved a more durable shield in place. Outward, it would appear simply as if nothing had changed, "Your the Master, you tell me. Do I resist it?" Damien paused, letting his power move to unfasten his helmet and hurl it aside, where his now visibly darkening eyes shown. The man was his opponent, if he wanted words they would have them.

In battle.

[member="Daichi"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Inside the city. The main one whose name escapes me.
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Mandos. D-Man specifically
Objectives: Experiment and corrupt.

A frown formed on the masters face. So the Knight was able to resist his fear. Curious, yet expected. So many these days were able to do more then one would expect of their level. But he was far from deterred. With the mans face now shown, Daichi grinned. A single hand would move from the back of the Sith's head and point to the man. Lightning cackled form in an instant, fast as any light as it arced for the man.

​Seems words were no longer necessary.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Location: Outside the Garrison's FoV
Allies: Mando'ade [member="Luminous"]
Enemies: Darjetii
Objectives: Positions are important.

As the sniper of the team, Luminous, made her way away from the team, Cabur and the other two scrambled and went into different houses on the street. The houses were abandoned, most likely because of an evacuation to save the civilian lives. Cabur made his way over to a rather tall building, while his clan-mates went over to two houses on the other side of the street. They'd be hiding there until Luminous would give her signal.

Once inside the house, Cabur said "Check your surroundings and prepare for any hostiles that might come our way." over the comm and put back his WESTAR-34 into its holster. He started checking the different doors to see if there were any open ones. The doors were still older ones, made of simple wood reinforced with Durasteel. To check the doors he pushed against the doors a bit with his hand while holding his beskad ready to strike if he were to find any kind of enemy resistance inside. After two or three doors, on the second floor, he moved closer to a door. He pushed it slightly and it opened a bit. He then pushed harder, to open the door, but it gave him some resistance.

Inside he could hear a quiet squeak and some heavy breathing. Were those Sith Troopers who were scared of an opening door? No, that couldn't be. He pushed harder, with his beskad still ready, until the door was completely open. He looked around the door to find a small couch which had been pushed against the door. The heavy breathing was coming from the next room. So Cabur moved closer as silent as a large man in heavy armor can. Each step was a loud creak from the wooden floor that was layed out above the durasteel that usually covered the floor and with each creak the breathing seemed to grow more restless and quick. After a couple steps he was at the door that led to the room the heavy breathing was coming out of. It was opened a bit, so Cabur used his beskad to open it all the way and as soon as he put the beskad behind the door, the breathing grew even heavier and quicker. Cabur now pulled out his WESTAR as well and waited for one or two seconds before slowly opening the door and looking through the room bit by bit as the door opened.

After the door was completely open, he noticed a small cupboard in the corner that was slightly opened. He couldn't make out if the breathing came from there, so he switched to thermal visions, which revealed a small red and yellow which covered a bit of the doors. Now he had his confirmation, since the rest of the room was still in a blue-greenish glow that was indicative of the regular temperature. Slowly, he stepped inside the room, pointing his WESTAR at the cupboard. He moved closer and closer, until he was close enough to open the door. Before he did that however, he put back his WESTAR and pointed the beskad at the door, after which he used his free hand to open one of the doors. It opened with a quiet creaking to reveal a small human. It was a young boy. Cabur sighed in relief, though the boy seemed to be terrified.

He didn't have any fancy clothing and was rather dirty, most likely a homeless kid who didn't make it to the evacuation point and decided to hide here from whoever was attacking. Since there was no longer a open threat, Cabur put back his beskad and extend a hand towards the kid to help him out of the wardrobe. The kid winced at first, thinking that the large armored man was going to do something to him. Though after Cabur just stood there for a second, the kid took his hand and stood up.

"What's your name, kid?" the armored man asked.

"Corran."

"Corran, eh? That's a good name. Why weren't you evacuated?"

"I-I tried, but I didn't get there in time." The boy seemed to be a bit more calm, now that Cabur was just talking to him, but he was still quite scared. Cabur noticed that.

"Don't be so scared, kid, I'm not gonna harm you." He said and kneeled down afterwards. He grabbed into one of his pockets. After a moment he pulled out a small bar that was wrapped in a silver foil and holding it out for the kid to take. The kid recognized it and answered

"I'm not hungry."

"Take it, you can eat it later." Cabur answered and the kid reluctantly grabbed the bar and stored it away in one of his pockets inside his trousers.

"Cab'ika, still there?"

"Yeah, what is it?"

"We've got a couple aru'ese comin' our way."

"Got it." he turned back to the kid. "Okay, it's gonna get loud in a couple moments and you've got to hide again now. Hide underneath the bed and wait until I come and get you, understood?"

"Yes." With that said, the kid crawled underneath the bed and Cabur made his way into the other room, drawing both of his WESTAR-34s. He crouched down next to his window and looked outside a bit.

"Six shinies and one with a bigger gun."

"I see them. Wait until they're down in the crater, then open fire, got it?"

"'lek, Cab'ika."

"'lek."

The small patrol walked slowly and with raised weapons. They were expecting some resistance, but they didn't know what they were being watched bythree Mando'ade ready to open fire at any second. They moved closer and closer to the crater, all the while watching the windows of the houses around them. The Mando'ade were hiding behind the walls, while Cabur was using a bit of a steel picture frame as a sort of mirror. He watched the troopers advance and once four of them were down at the drop pod and two of them around the crater, he looked out a bit with his helmet to see their positions a bit clearer.

"Now."

He stepped to the side, revealing his head and weapons through the window, and opened fire with his blasters. On the other side two other figures appeared in windows. One of them was holding a smaller rifle, while the other was holding two blasters as well. Three of the troopers were down as soon as the Mando'ade opened fire, the three others ducked immediately and after a moment started looking around for the shooters. Soon, they opened fire as well while taking cover at the drop pod. The bolts were flying and Cabur hid behind the wall next to the window again, so did the other two. Then, after a couple moments he extended his arm and gave off a couple shots, in response the fire towards him died down and the Sith Trooper went back behind cover, giving Cabur a chance to pick off one of the Troopers who was shooting at one of the windows.

Then, the Trooper jumped out again and opened fire. One of the shots grazed Cabur's shoulder, but didn't do any real damage. It fried hurt a little because of the heat, but the armor took most of the hit. He quickly ducked down and stepped to the side again, hiding behind the other side of the window. Then the shots died down again. Cabur waited for a moment and then looked out again and was about to shoot when he noticed that the two remaining soldiers had been hit and were now lying on the ground with a couple smoking scorch marks on their armor.

"Got them."

"Kandosii!"

"Bal'ban."

"Alpha-One to Alpha-Leader, I've got the armor." Cabur got over the comm.

"Got it, we're gonna rendezvous at your position asap." He replied. "Dor'ika, Kir'ika, get out of there and meet Lum'ika at her position. I'm gonna deal with something real quick and catch up with you guys."

"Got it."

"Don't take too long, Cab'ika, or you'll miss all the fun." With that said, he moved back into the other room. The kid was still underneath the bed and Cabur ducked down and looked underneath it with one hand on his knee and the other on the bed.

"Corran? You can come out now, it's safe." In response to that the kid crawled out slowly and stood up again, while dusting off his clothes. "I'm going to have to leave now, but I'll tell my Vode to come and get you, ok?"

"Can't I come with you?"

"No, it'd be too dangerous." He replied after standing back up. He then took a couple steps towards the door and looked back, throwing the kid a sheathed knife. "Here, take this. It'll keep you safe until my Vode arrive." The kid nodded in response and caught the knife. Cabur then moved out of the apartment, where he radioed flight control "Mandalorian HQ, this is Alpha-Leader from Alpha-Squad, we've got a Civilian on my coordinates, can you send in a dropship to pick him up?"

"We read you Alpha-Leader. There's a drop ship coming back from deployment towards you position, it'll pick up your civilian."

"Vor Entye, the kid's in the blue house, second floor, first door to the right. The LZ has just been cleared from a couple Stormtroopers, reinforcements might be on their way, so tell them to take care."

"Copy that, Alpha-Leader. Good luck on the rest of your mission." Cabur then closed the channel and moved off to meet the rest of his squad.

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Thanks a lot, good sir [member="Azrael"]-sensei, for teaching me the ways of the paragraphs by showing me with this post!

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

LOCATION: Straddling wardroid
ALLIES: MANDALORIANS
Ordo Rianna Ordo Canal Tal'Verda[member="Basaba Willamina"]
ENEMIES: SITH
OBJECTIVE: CITY

Knowing this was her first real test as a clan sister of the Willamina. Coming out with both of her guns up to taking aim. these would be the saving grace of the day. It would also be a lot more fun to blast these sith to the afterlife. To Countess the best sith was a dead one. Then for a fact would be that mostly that would be anyone that could touch the force it was just for personal reason.

 

[Matreya]

Location: Capital
Allies: Manda
Enemies: [member="Daichi"]

Damien lifted a hand, catching the arc of lightning as it sought his face. Taking the main brunt using Tutaminis, an ability long used by the knight, he was saddened to feel he hadnt succeeded in taking it all. Deep burns appeared along his hand, blackening to a crisp, while others showed along his cheek bones and forehead. However, drawing on the power taken from the Master before him, Damien supercharged his healing ability, instantly numbing the pain while letting off a sickening crackling signalling the flesh falling off.

"Ouch." Having to drop his Betty Pistol to cover his face, he was left with Nox's saber in one and healing flesh in the opposite, while the majority of himself remained as expected. Further drawing on reserves, Damien used a powerful Force Speed to enhance his already intense speed to move at approximately 6 to 1 against fhe average human, which he planned to optimistically bring a rain of deadly punches and kicks combined with his saber style: Trakata.

When his opponent thought he was good by defending or dodging a blow, that extra heat or length could always change things.

During this time, Damien reached out to the pull he had on Ergast and the Dark Side itself, darkening his eyes further, while setting a deep aura about the two of them. He would need all the power he could get.

 

[Darth Imperatus]

Melkaroth dropped his twin rifles and whipped out his double saber, whirling it around as he tried to deflect the storm of incoming blaster fire, attempting to deflect it back towards its source. Meanwhile, the battle raged around him. The Mandalorians, experts at close-quarter combat, were wreaking havoc with the stormtroopers, but the Imperials were beginning to regroup and were now starting to focus their attack. They formed up into two large groups and began to advance on the mortar positions, keeping together and attempting to suppress the enemy. Despite this, they were still surrounded, and continued to take serious casualties. However, the stormtroopers in the trenches, now free of much of the mortar fire, were putting up heavy resistance against the Mandalorians attacking them, picking off their enemies one by one. The Mandalorains were savage and superior individual fighters, but the New Order's troops had the edge when it came to tactics and cohesion, and they had a strong position in the trenches.

Back at the garrison base, the AA guns were blasting away non-stop at the enemy aircraft. Though at this range they weren't all that accurate, the storm of smoke and shrapnel created by the bases' flak guns was enough to force the enemy to continually evade them, while the lighter laser cannon batteries took advantage of the confusion and began to pick them off.

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[The Upright Man]

Location: Thani - Capital City. Three-hundred meters away from Damien.
Allies: Mando'ade - [member="Cabur Aranar"], [member=D-Man], [member="Countess Calum Teramo"], [member="Basaba Willamina"]
Enemies: Dar'jetii - [member=Daichi]
Objectives: Eliminate enemy threat.

Pow! Right in the Kisser!

She analysed the commotion from afar. Her ASL-X1 reconnaissance was spick and span, brand new. She saw the threat, and too saw a fellow Mando'a in trouble. Her eyes scanned the visor, activating the communication systems. Voice and eye-movement operated. She dropped a beacon on the fresh corpses of the stormtroopers. Her squad would have to just continue without her. She was never good in close quarters anyway. She fled into one of the various apartment complexes, as tall as the heavens themselves it seemed. The metropolis was a wondrous thing, alas war had come. Hunting season was open. The entered the elevator, and with the slap of a thumb, she began to rise.

The automatic announcement declared, "Floor Seventy Three." She stepped out into the abandoned hallway. The citizens had fled prior to the siege, and those who couldn't remained in their rooms. She stepped up to an apartment door, refusing to budge. To the outside world, she was merely staring at the door, remaining perfectly still. Within the helmet that encompassed all her sight, she was doing so much more. She had access to the Holonet from her armour, thanks to a broadband antennae. She began to search the apartment complex systems. Datacores. Mainframes. She began slicing code. Her eyes zapping across her visor which had turned into a monitor for the holonet. She began to unravel room access codes. Decrypting the standard systems and bypassing their alarms.

Click! the door resounded. Hydraulics pulled the entrance aside. She stepped into the empty entertainment room. It wasn't exactly clean, but neither was hers. A recently pressed magazine sat opened on the coffee table. Cushions were misshapenly placed on the couch. She reached over her shoulder, pulling free the AMR-1, an anti-material rifle. She reached to an ammunition pocket at her thigh, pulling free a magazine and slapping it into the stock. The words she had spoken to her fellow Mando'ade echoed in her mind. High-velocity, armor-piercing. They'll take the head off a stormtrooper at two thousand yards. And they ain't cheap. She placed her right fist against the window and unsheathed the retractable vibroblade. The force was enough to shatter the strong glass. She utilised the butt of her rifle to smash away the remaining shards. She fell to a knee, tilting her rifle downwards. She glanced down the scope, utilising her visors inbuilt macrobinoculars to examine her target. She lined up her crosshairs upon Daichi. Her finger slapped the trigger. BOOM!

 

[Darth Ferus]

Location: Inside the city. The main one whose name escapes me.
Allies: Sith
Enemies: Mandos. D-Man specifically. Now [member="Luminous"] as well.
Objectives: Experiment and corrupt.

Melee. Daichi quite literally sucked at it. It wasn't that he couldn't defend himself, but there was no way for him to do so for long. He bobbed and weaved as best as he could, constantly moving backwards. But the most he could do was avoid death blows. His form quickly became marked by his foes saber. By this point a Force blast would be perfect. Create the distance, unleash the lightning. But he felt something.

Without warning Daichi moved back with a push of the force, pulling his foe with him. This all would happen in a fraction of a second, quick thinking being the only ally Daichi had. His sense had kicked in just in time. The high powered sniper rifle bolt was now going right for his opponent. This is why outsiders shouldn't join in a duel.

 

[Skye Mertaal]

*Since Yruss Shien chose to be at the city -- I still have all of my hunter drones

Location: Sith Garrison
Objective: Blow up the wall
Allies: Mandalorians at the Garrison
Enemies: New Order Sith -- any Sith at the Garrison

It was just a matter of selecting a specific target.

In this instance, the gate and wall surrounding the garrison in five distinct points. The neat thing about these particular hunter drones is that they carried a Baradium payload. Add to that the shards of sharp carbon fiber shrapnel, it is enough to make it akin to a black cloud of flechette death.

With an effective range of 600 meters, these babies were five class a thermal detonators ready to get the ball rolling.

So they did.

The scanners in the tracking sensor began to track the Sith Guard’s movements at the wall, it’s flight now controlled by the invisible IR lasers, modifying it’s flightpath until they were ready to detonate.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM. BOOM!

A black wave of fiery and explosive shrapnel went flying in all directions as the drones went crashing into the gate and the garrison’s walls, sending debris tumbling down along with the dull thud of Sith unable to deflect thousands of deadly baradium ignited shards.

It was only the beginning.

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

Location: Outskirts of the city
Objective: Sustain the call of mist spell to thicken and make it denser throughout the city for cover.
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Sith at the City


Kytarra’s gnarled fingers would clench and fist round the nighthunter staff she seemingly used to hold herself upright. Within the deep sunk sockets of her eyes, glazed white orbs would glow as the Shaman of Singing Mountain Clan would continue the song spell to call the mist.

Thick clouds of white would roll into a massive cloud cover along the city and it’s surrounding areas, making it near impossible to distinguish beyond an arm’s length.

Guttural words would spew forth from the elder witch, the power of the Winged Goddess pouring energy from the very ground, through her body and out to the ether beyond. The beads and bones that decorated her Nighthunter bone staff would jingle and shake with her movements, the spell as much of a physical requirement as the song.