An Army of Clay, Flesh and Bone

[Azrakiel]

With the scent of ozone and the legendary snap-hiss of ignition, a ruby light seemed to extend from out in the darkness. Allowing his force cloak to fall apart gradually, his appearance beside Isolda was more akin to that of a wraith becoming substantial rather then someone simply stepping out from cover. Looking towards the large stone doors that seemed to bar the way, while mockingly inviting the unwary to step within, any comment about the cryptic sigils or glyphs were not spoken aloud as the reverberating sound of something growling quickly reached his ears I knew this was too easy... Allowing the copious amounts of Dark Side energy that impregnated this place to quickly flow through his veins, he turned to face the current threat.

Turning slightly sideways as he brought his saber up in classic Ataru stance, the energy he had subsumed from his surroundings filled him almost to bursting as he watched the crimson eyes that were trailing after them in the darkness Perhaps it's time to prove my mettle after all... Drawing closer towards the source of their current threat, he stood a scant eight feet away, his legs braced as he prepared for either receiving or delivering the onslaught at hand...


@Vehanv Kiva / @Darth Isolda

 

[Darth Nephthys]

All around the Darth, fired had bloomed like the proverbial flames from the Nine Hells. Every muscle shook under the strain to contain the fire at bay, and with every second she felt her body start to pay the price. Without her oniisan to aide in her focus, it prevented Nephthys from focusing on controlling her energy and staying conscious. As the flames died down, more blood went dripping from her nose, falling into the ground in dark black drops.

In seconds, her trembling hands went falling to her side, the stasis field she'd used to shield @[member="Darth Shara"] and herself fading away. A flash of heat from the remnant fire hit her, and the sudden temperature spike had her falling to her hands and knees. She'd used practically all of her energy to shield them from the fire, and now, as consciousness threatened to slip past her, a single word went crying out from her mind. // Onii-san //

Shadows threatened to take her, and just as she was about to delve into the silence, a surge of energy came rushing to her. Darth Vornskyr's own power went ripping through her small form, giving her the energy she needed to remain conscious. It was a good thing, that the Zeltron One Sith came to aid the Maelibus, for Darth Nephthys would need a moment to recuperate.

 

[Marcus Faust]

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

Unfortunately for Vindica, he had no fething clue what force light was, he'd never studied advanced force techniques either light or dark. But he did know that Ember was vulnerable at the moment. His saber was hurled forward spinning in the air as it flew towards Ember, a two handed barrage of force lightning streaming behind it coming at Ember hungrily. Suddenly he cut the burst and shot right, leaping into the air and planting his outside foot and kicking himself towards his foe.

He dropped low, and pulled another saber from his belt and activated it with the blade pointing outwards as he rolled past Ember's legs. He was a ball of doom for just a moment. Clearing Ember he turned on his heel and called his other saber to his hand, now holding one crimson blade and one cobalt blue one. Trophies. How often they were more useful for things than show.

 

[Djorn Bline]

(Sorry, if it looked like I dropped out of this thread)

Moving on, Canal went to where the boss of the siths would be until he caught something. It was a Sith that he thought he had kill. A Sith who was close to another Sith that he killed. What a pity, I missed one. I never miss.

He turned around and faced his opponent and fired at her with his blaster rifle and was joggie towards her position. Then after closing in the position between him and the Sith Canal threw his second detonator at the Sith and just had one more. "Come on. You think a Sith like you and the others can stop this nuke?!" He yelled as he continued to fire at the Sith with his DC-15S rifle. This would just take a minute or so and then he would return to finding and killing the main Sith who was in charge of these people who were weaklings and what not.

@[member=Sabrina]

 

[sabrina]

Sabrina saw the mandalorian, who had killed her friend dakka, running towards her as he did he threw a grenade at her. She reached out with the force, and pushed it away from her. As she did the mandalorian opened up on her, with some sort of blaster, she began to try and block the incoming fire, with her newly crafted lightsaber. She manged to deflect the first two, but then on third shot she parried the wrong way, and it bounced of the lump metal protecting her. Then bounced into her upper thigh, AAARRGGHHHHHHH, she screamed it hurt it really hurt, it made her collapse to her knees in pain, barely managing to block the other two shots at her.
Then some thing happened, she did not know what was happening, she could feel the force swelling inside uncontrollably. She began to lean forward almost instinctively, she pointed her self towards, the mandalorian how just shot her. Her jaw dislocated itself, and then she convulsed, and the force that was uncontrollably swelling inside her, was let free in form a force scream, AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
@[member="CC-117 Canal"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

What a challenge. This is why the Sith are weak and lost their empire that was worth nothing

Canal saw that the Sith, who was obviously a noobie because of the way she failed to deflect the third shot, was on the ground all ready on the ground screaming in pain when she hit herself with her lightsaber on her upper thigh. "Come on. I thought you Sith were better than Jedi after hearing many stories about them. You are worth none of my time. But I'm doing this so that way I can have some fun with you." Then all of a sudden the Sith did a force scream since she was getting beaten down by Canal.

Perhaps this is her last scream

Will she shut up. Even though Canal was Vong shaped he still was affected to some force techniques. Eventually the Sith would shut up. Canal raised his rifle to and aimed at the Sith's head even though it was hard to concentrate with that scream. He fired at the Sith but some of the shots wer missed shots others would go at her chest instead of her head. "Shut up you dog!"

@[member="sabrina"]

 

[Darth Isolda]

@[member="Azrakiel"]


The acolyte would certainly be proving his mettle; this would be his test from the Darth. A rather wolfish grin crept over the Eye of the Dark Lord, and an upward tilt of her chin relayed to the acolyte to deal with the creature; the terentektak.



She would aide him, nonetheless, as her dark shadowed eyes slid shut, flowing into the Dark side of the Force to call upon her growing power in Darksight. Normally, she'd use the visions cast upon farsight to give her an awareness at the potential actions an enemy would take. This time, she needed to know the various possible outcomes and pick the most favorable of them all. Time was of the essence; she would need to claim the Army in the Dark Lord's name as fast as possible, it was for this reason that her One Sith brethren were  fighting against the Mandalorians.



Thus, the Oracle slipped into the skill that the Sorcerers of Rhand had perfected -- she was but a novice in this path, having learned the mere foundations of such a feat in her travels as a Chosen of Vahl. Her abilties in darksight would not be that of a full fledge Rhandite, but her power in farsight would give her an added boost to attempting the skill.



As such, when she sank into the meditative trance, it was as if a shadow of her form came shape in a darkened chamber full of a thousand doors, each with a different outcome based on thousands of choices. Some led to victory, others to death.

Ahh... but which one would be the best outcome of them all?



This is what Isolda sought.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Sabrina saw the mandalorian, still trying shoot at she was in pain, her jaw was dislocated. and she had a blaster wound to her thigh. It would not belong before, he could get decent shot of at her. Then she remembered her teaching on tatooine, by her master darth malificete. She remembered she could move rocks, and brake them. With this in mind, she concentrated not on soldier, but on his weapon, she focused solely, on the barrel.
It`s was smooth, she could feel it, she could sense the slight defect`s in it, created by it being fired. Those where the point`s she concentrated on, as she began to try and crush his weapon.........
@[member="CC-117 Canal"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Finally, she stopped her yapping. Canal aimed with careful accuracy at the Sith's head and fired at it. As he sent a a swarm of bolts at the Sith he noticed something was going on with his rifle. It was being crushed and was breaking. Oh well, thats why he brought a shotgun to the party. He threw the rifle at the Sith, when it was unusable, jogged to her position and took out his shotgun and commenced firing at the helpless Sith.

The Sith would be overwhelmed by his shotgun since she couldn't dodge a scatter shot. He fired and pumped his shotgun as fast as he could so he could be done with the Sith and move on to kill the Sith who was in charge of this mess.

@[member="Sabrina Kotass"]

 

[Azrakiel]

Slipping into a classical Ataru stance with his blade held vertically to the left side of his body as he was given the go ahead, the current of dark side energy seemed to flow from this land into both muscle and vein like a narcotic; combat was something he fundamentally understood, excelled at, and enjoyed Whether man or beast, this being is dead at least twenty times over… Prepared to deliver the classic saber swarm technique of his preferred style, he drew ever closer before daring to commit himself to action.

As less and less of the shadows continued to hold their form, the faint outline of his target could be seen to the naked eye; he was no master of the Force or even an initiate when it came to abilities that were sensory or capable of altering the world around him, he had been raised a weapon and that meant learning the limits of his physical form via the force. Capable of settling on an action in mere seconds where combat was concerned, his tactics seemed to change as he committed himself to the Ton Su Ma, or in laymen’s terms the somersault, as he brought his weapon down in a piercing motion towards what could be assumed as the crown of the creature’s skull. If the silhouette had been read correctly, his attack should have struck directly at the brain or what passed for it, and if not…. He was possibly in for a world of hurt.



@[member="Vehanv Kiva"] / @[member="Darth Isolda"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Darth Vindica"]

Force Light grew around Ember's left hand as the sabre in his right slammed the thrown blade off to the side. He met the lightning barrage with the sabre as well, and the light streamed out from his free hand, attempting to track the fast-moving Master and erode his connection to the Dark Side, even as Ember tried to keep back the lightning's pressure. Stray amperage flickered against his skin, even his face; he gritted his teeth but kept up his guard as his skin and hair began to smoke. Then the lightning broke off, and Ember ceased the Force Light as Vindica moved in quickly and to the side, sabre scything for Ember's left leg. Ember put his full attention to his sabre, slashed down, caught the strike, and reset his stance as Vindica unveiled a double-bladed premise for his next assault.

Ember coughed once. "Come at me, boy," he snarled. "Let's end this."

 

[J3C0]

(Sorry for the delay, i was on vacation)
Shara let out a deep grumbling laugh. He saw the flamethrower ignite, the flame spark to life and the liquid napalm come towards him. His hand that was still surging with Force Lightning suddenly ceased, his broken palm continuing to conduct lightning however through the crushgaunt and into the Mandalorians armor.

His free hand now snapped shut, and the force wound its way around the barrel of the flamethrower, crushing it and sealing it before it could spew the flames onto the Sith Lord. Then energy built within his body a massive roiling rage of the Darkside of the force, his entire form gave off an aura of red and black, seeming clouds rolling from it.

With a sudden jerk Darth Shara pulled his arm free from the crushgaunts grip, ceasing his lightning and tearing his hand from the vice that was the Mandalorians crushgaunt. Blood spewed forth, though the Maelibus did not even seem to notice. The Voice of the Dark Lord grinned, his teeth showing in full. “Die now.”

A powerful blast of the darkside erupted from the Sith, not just his arm, but his entire body surged with it. Like a massive concussive wave it began to tear at everything in front of Shara.
@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Marcus Faust]

Yes, let us finish this old man. Vindica thought, not bothering to actually respond. The Hand's lips curved into a wicked grin as he sprung forth. Pain surged through him, he hadn't escape Rekali's attack completely, light had stuck him, his movement would be sloppier than normal. However his attack still came on in a ferocious fashion.

Crimson and cobalt clashed against the emerald blade @[member="Ember Rekali"]. The strikes were largely false, distracting his elder with one blade as he went low with jabs with the other, all while alternating which did which.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Sabrina seeing this unrelenting warrior, heading towards her still, pulling out another weapon. She could almost sense her fate was sealed, then she looked up, and remembered the was large slab metal above her, and it was covered in a substance (napalm). She used the force to grab hold of it, and tilt it to deflect the shot`s coming at her.
Then she used the force throw it at, @[member="CC-117 Canal"] she hoped it would bury him, so she could get back to the main group. As she was going to need a medic, if she was going to survive the day.

 

[Darth Isolda]

@[member="Azrakiel"]

A vision came to Isolda, an option. The most favorable one for victory. She was growing in her power thanks to the gift of the Dark Lord, and as such, it would prove to be beneficial for the One Sith Acolyte.

The creature would be one step ahead of Acolyte, but Isolda would know exactly where he would strike next, as a vision of a sharp tail would soon whip out to attack him from the left. He would need to avoid the attack and then lunge for a counter, aiming in for a weak spot by the creature’s heart. He would have to rely on his weapon skills for this.


Isolda relayed this information to the One Sith, the visions sent into his mind by a mental push of the Force. It had the chance to be disconcerting, seeing such precognitions sweep through his mind, perhaps he may be caught off guard, but Isolda knew that this would test his mettle in battle, to see if he could follow her counsel and grab victory with his fist.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Well this sith ever give up? He saw the with take a piece of metal to protect herself from his shotgun pellets. Canal felt somewhat disappointed cause he just wanted to get rid of these pests. "Well, hopefully this is my lucky shot," and threw his last detonator at above the piece of metal so it couldn't be blocked from the metal and land close to the Sith.

After he threw the detonator, he saw the piece of metal being thrown at him. He put his hands in front of him, as he let go the shotgun that is slung on his shoulder, and prepare himself of the impact. The velocity of the impact wasn't that fast, since the sith is weak, and pushed it out of his way. Again, he took out his shotgun and continued firing at the sith. "Looks like you're out of help." As he continued firing the with.

@[member="Sabrina Kotass"]

 

[Darth Naomi]

Tiiona stood up from one of the engineering compartments and sighed. Nobody seemed to have interrupted her, but now the bypass was complete and it solved her shield issues as well. It came at a cost though, with the current configurations the ship would be unable to make a hyperjump, but it didn't matter on the surface - she had engines, she had shields, sensors, comms, that one laser cannon. Captain, she was good to go. The miraluka would give her partner in crime a chance to leave the vessel if he was not feeling like taking a ride with her and then take it into the air. Turning the ship around she would now see the camp from which they barely escaped and were now going back in. Above the camp the Vahla fighters split into two groups, one hunting down the bomber that poured fire on the base, piloted by @[member="Arrbi Betna"] and the other unleashing a torrent of beams at the last Mandalorian ship on the ground, the one @[member="Mac O Shenanigans"] referred to as the Murderous Wench. Unless something was done to prevent that, the remains of the Mandalorian troops on the ground would lose their way off the planet, leaving them in the palm of Sith hands.

Well, it was a nice sight, but it wasn't Tiiona's fight; those fighters had their own job. Taking her ship to the middle of the camp the girl would see a number of combatants below them. There were only a few left, powerful ones, and most of the Sith appeared to be handling themselves quite well. But she'd spot one, a grace under pressure. Well... might as well help her, it's not like she had much better to do at this point. Offering the 'wheel' to @[member="Darth Veles"] she would get out of the cockpit. Of course if he wasn't with her or if he decided not to take control she'd input for the ship to remain where it was - floating some twenty meters above the ground that is. Then she'd jump out the airlock just above the beauty and the shotgun wielding beast. A single well place shot from a blaster would possibly detonate the explosive thrown before it came close enough to be a threat. If not, then the Miraluka hoped it would at least disable it. A two more follow up shots would be aimed at the clone's legs.
@[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Sabrina Kotass"]

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac took a little bit to compose himself, when the remote access to his ship lit up a warning icon on his hud. Apparently the Sith had opened fire on his ship. Thankfully the beskar armor was holding, still he had to get it out of there. ising the built-in guidence system in his beskar'gam, Mac remote guided it into the sky, and out of her weapons' range. "Arrbi, get your s'ebs back over 'ere and s'oot t'at c'aakar!!!"
The only thing Mac could think to do was to hide his ship within a rocky outcropping quite some distance away...

@[member="Tiiona"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Isabet Denko"]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

(OOC: Sorry for not posting. My bad. Got caught up with the Eriadu invasion and some other threads and forgot >.>)

Betna had taken the time from his bombing run to recheck his systems due to what he perceived as a system glitch. He'd flown a wide circle above the ground until he could get his systems back online and calibrated. While the bes'uliik was a nasty, monstrous beast in the air, it was still several hundred years old. He'd need to go through and completely update the on board systems, though that would have to happen at a later time. For now, his systems were working and just in time, too. A few bogeys had decided to come after him.

The fun thing about the bes'uliik, other than that it was a sexy beast of a starship, was that most people mistook it as a bomber. Arguably, it did operate in a bomber type role, though it was more an assault fighter. A starfighter designed to get in close, rip apart a target, and get out in one piece. It could do that to enemy craft, ground targets, or ships depending on the loadout. It wasn't the most maneuverable starfighter, but the beskar plating and quad blaster cannons more than made up for it.

With this in mind, he yanked back on the control stick until the fighter stood on its tail and then on it's back, He then rolled the fighter over and righted in an Immelman which allowed him to pull a 180 degree and take on his opponents head on. He lead the lead fighter and ignored the incoming fire that danced all around while one or two shots hit the hull and bounced off, juddering the controls slightly. He opened up with all four blaster cannons and watched the lead fighter blow apart in a blaze of flames and energy. Betna kicked the engine to maximum and blurred past the rest of the fighters, aiming for the group attacking the ground. He expected the fighters engaging him to follow, but focused on the others attacking his brethren on the ground.

It was a risky move, but in war, who dares, wins.

@Tiiona @Mac O Shenanigans

 

[Darth Veles]

None of the combatants who had fought him a while ago showed up, leaving Avreet to assume both of them perished in the bombardment. The Mon Calamari still remained cautious, expecting enemies to take their chance and quickly swarm the ship while it was on the ground. To his surprise, no attacks came. One of the Mon Cal's large eyes swiveled around to look behind, deeper into the ship where @[member="Tiiona"] was in a process of repairing the systems or something. Avreet did not understand that, he was a Sith assassin, not a mechanic! His knowledge of ships covered only his old spacecraft, which mattered little since he had filled it with explosives before sending it to the enemy forces as a present. The Miraluka has proven to be quite resourceful, making her ship very functional again. The Sith were lucky to have one as her in their ranks. Slightly smiling, the Mon Calamari turned around and paced deeper into the ship and feeling as they took off. Standing next to the Acolyte piloting the vessel, the amphibious Knight glared out of the cockpit, staring at the starfighters going after the enemy spacecraft. If they managed to at least destroy their engines, it would result in the Mandos being trapped on the planet. Whatever the result was, the Mandalorian ships would be more than busy to avoid being destroyed, leaving them no time to bother the ground forces or anyone else for that matter had they wanted to save their own skins.

Upon being offered to take over the ship, Avreet took the controls without hesitation. Although he had no experience with piloting this particular model, his starfighter training and experience with his old ship quickly resurfaced, making him firmly grisp the controls with confidence. Before performing any maneuvers, he waited for the female to leave the ship, and once alone, the young Mon Cal used the throttle lever to accelerate, making the ship move while his cybernetic eye scanned the battlefield with the real eye watching the way. The unique physiology of the Mon Calamari allowed Avreet to watch and focus on many things at once. Combined with his Force sensitivity, the Force slightly guiding his actions and making his reflexes and reactions much faster than that of an average being, Avreet became a very dangerous opponent. As his cybernetic eye kept sending a large ammount of information directly into his brain through wiring, the amphibian decided not to engage the enemy ships unless necessary. Instead of that, he would test the Mandalorian armor against weapons designed to break shields and rip through the thick plating of spaceships. It was an overkill, one that would literally shred any Mandalorian to get hit by the ship's cannons. The first Mandalorian to test it on would be @[member="Mac O Shenanigans"], who Avreet spotted as he flew over the battlefield. Taking aim, the thumb of his webbed hand just pressed the trigger and unleashed hell on the man, blowing small craters where the fire of his ship's weapons hit the ground. The onslaught would not last for long though, as the ship did not slow down, continuing in its flight.