By the Blood | The Battle of Concord Dawn

[Daxton Bane]

From his perch, Daxton could see the arrival of the first responders way before they arrived. His helmet was designed to filter out the toxins in the air so his vision would not be impaired in anyway. The thick miasma clung to the ground like a pea soup fog, dense, dank, noxious filth of swirling hues, hid the droids and their dark master.

To enter that mass without a sealed environmental suit would be akin to walking into a blazing chemical fire. Unprotected eyes would tear up and sting, vision would become blurry, each breath a struggle to draw in clean air as the sickening stench of rotten eggs and meat filled their nostrils and coated their throats.

Droids had no such limitations, razor sharp blades struck out through the haze, slicing anything not identified as their own on the motion sensors. Should a droid be destroyed, it would automatically vent out more of the chemical filth from their stores, making the fog even more denser than before.



Those unfortunate enough to be injured could be heard calling out for help, unwilling bait to draw in more defenders for the slaughter.

So finally his challenge was answered, so Daxton reached out to the Force and summoned a breeze to briefly clear a path through the chemical fog. It was unlikely that the Mandalore [member="Kervo Namadi"] would be prepared to glimpse his foe, so Daxton taunted him with with a hand gesture, as if inviting him to approach if he dared. Then just as quickly the breeze would stop and the fog would obscure his postion again.

Channeling the Force, Daxton leaped from his perch to a nearby building to await to see if his challenge was accepted.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Amaya cut [member="Yasha Mantis"]'s com off the moment she started speaking. She knew her father, and it would not matter who held the mantle of Mand'alor he would have blood for the betrayal at Dagobah. "Reports of a downed CIS vessel, Akaad." That awkward position had now reared itself does she send to help the downed crew or leave them in the hands of the Mandalorians. "Watch them Dwen, report back as soon as you can," she shut the holo-link between them. Caal had taken their patrol ships to keep watch over the expansive territory not that he enjoyed the order. She pushed her hair back with both hands and adjusted her armor, and looked at the door waiting for her husband to return.

She switched over to see Teyn's visual feed. His gruff voice was garbled but she assumed that was due to the distance, her eyes wandered to their son. Isley the Younger played with a nurse, making towers with blocks and she smiled. Part of Amaya wanted to keep him this way but she knew that was not possible. The longhouse was silent and eerily so, she moved to the upper level of the longhouse where there were maps of Concord Dawn. A proud symbol of the Ram over their territory. "Teyn, have you noted the other Homestead?" Last she recalled it belonged to Clan Tor. She ran a small handheld device in her hand, having grabbed it from the desk on the upper level.

"Yes, it is safe, we're moving to check on the Munin lands now."

"Good, Caal updates?"

"Production yards are fine, we're moving portable shields to the other clan territories now." His disdain for this action was clear, but Amaya was glad to hear her orders were being obeyed.

 

[Darth Athora]

The Blood Riders moved systematically through the streets, guns at the ready. They were safe from the effects of the gas due to their armor being vacuumed sealed tightly. Every second, information was being fed to Kervo's HUD, giving him everything he needed to know. "They're still here." Kervo's MFTAS lead him to this conclusion. "Droids...and one humanoid. The Confederacy's signature."

"We see them, vod. Should we strike?"

"Without mercy. They will come out of hiding soon and when they do, turn them to scrap metal."

Sounds of those dying came fromt he distance, but the Blood Riders had their orders. They weren't there to save the dying. They weren't medics. They were killers. And that's what they came to do exactly. "Kervo, you see that?"

Kervo nodded. The fog dissipated for a moment and the one who appeared to be the mind behind the plague currently killing everyone around the Blood Riders. His taunt would not go unanswered, but not how he would expect it to happen. "Gotcha." Kervo's HUD locked onto the humanoids signature, constantly keeping him updated on his whereabouts. "Leave him to me. Take out the rest of the droids." Kervo moved forward in the direction of the one taunting him. The Blood Riders formed squads and formed up in circles, watching each angle. Their helmets gave them the sight they needed to see anyone planning a surprise attack on them.

[member="Daxton Bane"]​

 

[Daxton Bane]

Attacking a numerically superior force on terrain there was no tactical intelligence on and environmental factors weren’t in your favor was tantamount to sheer suicide. For all their many faults, lack of actional intelligence wasn’t one of them. Each moment they hesitated to enter the thick chemical mist, meant more of their precious brothers and sisters dying at the hands of the invader, more territory to surrender. How much could a Mandalorian take before, the call to do something was too much to resist or were they all cowards in the face of their enemies.

Any Blood Riders who do enter the mist will find their vision cut down to few feet, sounds will seem to echo oddly about, strange electrical readings would make scanning highly unreliable. Hidden in the mist, the hungry blades of assassin droids lurked about, poisoned blades waiting to pierce soft flesh and armor alike. Motion sensors scanning for even the barest movement to strike and unlike their organic counterparts, they would not hestitate to strike from multiple directions all at once.

Meanwhile Daxton cut down an old man trying to protect some young children before flinging his charges over the edge of a roof with the power of the Force. Whether they lived or died made no difference to him in the least, in his mind if the fall didn’t kill them, it would make them stronger.

More and more dropships landed nearby, disgorging more robotic reinforcements by the minute, as Daxton sought to expand his hold on this area further while the Mandalorians hesitated to engage in full contact combat. If he wasn’t stopped, their would be sufficient Confederate Forces to establish a strong foothold in this sector, making rooting them out even harder, not to mention increasing the civilian casuality rates in the process.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia felt relatively confident that she could just stay relatively hidden during this while shooting some people from behind a sturdy structure. Hopefully, anyways. She wasn't the most aggressive or war ready person. After all, she was a teacher. Nor had she been a Mandalorian long. She had joined Kaine's family, as an Australis, which she was forever grateful for. She felt like she finally had a family again.

She did have to say they gave some rousing speeches. Between Kaine, Carid and the Mand'alor, she felt small and nervous but optimistic. She knew of Mand'alor, of course, but had never actually met her. It was extremely exciting (and fairly nerve wrecking) to be so close. Extremely powerful people were all around her and the best thing she could do was throw a knife at someone. Granted, she was pretty good at that at least.

It seemed that the Confederacy was already on the ground. It had to be time to assume defensive positions across the camp, to hopefully hold them back. Cassiopeia even more nervous at the mention of the vertical farms. Would they be so cruel to starve innocents? Maybe. She had no what their motivations were for attacking them, in all truths. Her primary goal? Stay close to Kaine. At least, until she knew more about what was going on.

Very quickly the drop ships were incoming, along with droids. Of course they'd bring droids, she should have guessed. The next thing she knew she was being handed a backpack from Vevut, which made Cassiopeia inherently curious. She nodded slowly and put the backpack on. Okay, that would definitely help her not get choked to death by someone with the Force. Good, very good.

Soon, they would be south landing grounds. Her goal in this would be to find cover and shoot down as many of them as she could. That was a goal she could do, relatively happily, too. She found a nice little hiding spot where she settled in, prepared her Verpine Shatter Rifle for firing, and began firing at the droids and soldiers that were closer, and getting closer, than she'd like.

[member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Deram Carid"]

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Objective: Hurry Up And Wait
Location: Surface - Battlefield

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"You better believe it, vod!"

Deram let out a loud laugh as the Mandalorians began to converge on the battlefield, keeping pace alongside Kaine, Cassiopeia and the commandos. The terrain was good, still hard despite the clearing and moisture, which meant more secure footing in battle. No doubt it would eventually turn to mud, given the blood and stamping that would occur, which meant the warriors had to be ready to watch their surroundings and adapt to avoid being caught heavy-footed. The cover was sparse, which allowed for a lot of view in nearly all directions, but by the same token it also allowed the incoming enemy vessels an excellent sight on the Mandalorians below...

"Stay to cover until the enemy lands," Carid shouted out, pointing to nearby abandoned dwellings and trees. "Last thing we need is a damned bombardment on our position, before the first attack is swung..."

As the group came to a stop, the tall warrior crouched and pressed his gloved hands into the dirt. It was mildly cracked, warm, with tufts of grass all around. That meant it was dry, but also had moisture beneath the surface, which meant mud sooner than predicted. Stabbing the pommel of his poleaxe into the ground, Deram scooped up a clump of dirt and began rubbing it in his hands, dusting the gloves, making them dry and improving the grip. It wasn't necessary, really, since he had mag-grips in the palms of his gloves for just that purpose, but over time it had become something of a tradition before a battle.

"Watch your footing," Deram shouted through his helmet, looking around for signs of the enemy landing. "This ground is going to be muddy real quick. So conserve your energy for when that happens, or you'll be too slow to fight effectively."

Especially given the size and weight of some of the armor being worn, being slowed by ankle deep mud would not help at all; not when exhausted from using too much energy at the start of a fight. Nonetheless, Deram was ready, waiting, and wondering if he had time for a quick nap. Picking up his weapon, Baltan's Fury, he held the presently-shorter handle in one hand casually, his eyes looking at the distant horizon as he controlled his breathing, preparing mentally and physically for the fight to come...

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Allies: Mandalorians Yasha Mantis Kaine Australishttp://starwarsrp.net/user/17774-kaine-australis/ Cassiopeia Caranthyr Kervo Namadi​

Enemies: CIS Muad Dibhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/5061-muad-dib/ Daxton Bane​

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Spoiler: Translations[/SIZE

]vod = comrade

 

[Riggs]

Post: 2
Location: landed on Concord Dawn
Allies: CIS
Enemies: ME
Gear: in profile


The stealth ships shuddered as they entered atmosphere. The elite troops shook in their restraints as the ships dropped low and fast. Eyes slowly opened as Riggs yawned. Dia sitting next to him gave him an exasperated look then focused on not being shaken to death by the turbulence. A short meditative rest was taken each time before entering into battle which centered and readied the man. And he was ready.

A slight rough landing signaled their arrival on planet which caused several rows of seats to buckle, causing a blockage in the shuttle that would slow the offloading of troops. Telekinetically Riggs disengaged his restraints and hit the ramp that had lowered to the ground of Concord Dawn.

The Imperial Heavy repeater came up in his hands as he surveyed the sparse forest around them. Within moments the twins and Dia stood by his side as those troops unfettered by the blockade began to pour out. To the side the second stealth ship had begun unloading their forces as the larger transport ship lowered to the rear of their position.

"Set up a perimeter. Get those anti artillery cannons up. Get clear of the shuttles. Rangers units move out and give us recon and advance warning of any unfriendliness near by. And get those droids unloaded."

The ViceLord was near the disarray within the ship that had halted part of their force from cleanly extraction themselves from the ship. And he wasn't going to stand around with his thumb up his shebs waiting in hostile territory. That's how you got killed. As the troopers burst into action he looked at the twins.

"Cain, supervise the artillery. I don't want us to get hit by any fire. Abel, get those forward repeating guns set up. Secure the line. We need to dig in and keep our line to our ships uncompromised. Dia, with me."

Trotting forward with the Sith witch at his side he moved from the center of camp and to where the recon teams were gathering. Looking at the soldiers he nodded as he motioned for everyone to take a knee.

"Find us a target to pound. We're going to try to avoid the civies but remember, these people are mando'ade. They may look elderly, they may look like young women, they may look like kids, but these people are warriors born, bred, and trained. We are here for recompense. This is war. Trust your vod to your right and left, believe our cause is just, and do not falter. Now move out."

As the recon teams rose and began to disperse he looked to where the Droid units were forming up as they unloaded. Glancing at Dia he gave her a small smile and nodded toward the machines.

"The tin cans are our shock troops. Get over there and stay on the comms. Once we have contact with the enemy coordinate with the Commander over there so we can get them moving. We need speed and direction. See you after the battle."

As Dia moved to the transport ship he watched the three vessel begin to rotate their weaponry so their arc of fire could cover the skies. Nodding at the preparations he knew they were as well entrenched as they could be within minutes and some of their people still fighting with internal wreckage to get free. Gripping the repeater he turned to look at the line as he began monitoring reports coming in from the recon units.

Spoiler

[member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Gray Raxis"], [member="Tal Vizsla"], [member="Amaya Cardei"], [member="Darth Metus"], @Katrine-Van Derveld, [member="Shia Kryze"], [member="Rex Taff"], [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"], [member="Muad Dib"], [member="Scherezade deWinter"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Deram Carid"], [member="Kervo Namadi"], [member="Alleria Fett"]

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Concord Dawn near the crashed CIS ship
Allies: Mandalorians ; [member="Deram Carid"] , [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] , [member="Kervo Namadi"] , [member="Kaine Australis"] , [member="Yasha Mantis"] , [member="Alleria Fett"] , [member="Shia Kryze"] , [member="Tal Vizsla"] , [member="Baiko no Kaho"]
Enemies: CIS ; [member="Rex Taff"] , [member="Riggs"] , [member="Daxton Bane"] , [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"] , [member="Darth Metus"] , [member="Darth Nius"] , [member="Muad Dib"] , [member="Scherezade deWinter"] , [member="Aedan Miles"] , [member="Rapax"]
Neutral: [member="Amaya Cardei"]
Equipment: Armor ; WA-01 & WA-02 ; Back ; Revolver ; Pistol ; Calm ; Whisper (Gray's lightsaber)

How long was this young man going to keep playing at this game? It was good to be headstrong, but there was a point you needed to adjust to the situation. Gray was well aware of this fact after years of conflict and fighting. Even in business this fact didn't change. At the rate this situation was going, the young man would end up going unconscious and be helpless against any further actions. And what was he gaining from it? In his mind it was keeping something hidden, but in reality it was just getting him more pain and suffering for nothing. Gray knew he had something else on him. He knew it was there, but the young man just wouldn't stop trying to be clever. Clever only worked when you knew the other side hadn't figured you out.

The sound just continued to pelt the young man. His oxygen supply to his body was sure to be getting low by this point. His heart rate would be bottomed out and it was as if he was holding his breath underwater right now with no chance of surfacing. Gray didn't envy them, but they made their choice. Using the force, he pulled their helmet up into his right hand. He needed to hook their coms up with his own, so he needed to keep using the force on both their equipment to do so. It was going to take a moment as he was still keeping his attention on the young man. He was not foolish enough to take his eyes off an enemy is the middle of combat. After a bit he got them linked up. The chatter from the CIS side of things began to mix in with the Mandalorian chatter. Seems some forces had landed and more were on their way. Might want to let someone know where their guests were at.

Getting his coms up, Gray said over it with the loud humming of his wrist attachment in the background, " Vod, I have a present for you. I've obtained the CIS communications channel. It is attached with this message. Do with this info what you will. For Concord Dawn. For Mandalore!" With that he ended the transmission. Now he needed to do something about the helmet as it was hooked up to the Mandalorian channel as well. He positioned it into his hand so that the coms were in his grip. Using his crushgaunts yet again, he destroyed them completely. It would take an engineer hours to get it fixed enough to use. By then this battle would be over one way or another. He dropped it to the ground next to the saber. The sound had never stopped hitting the young man the entire time all of this was going on. How much longer could they last physically and mentally? By this point it was turning into torture. He hated torture and the very idea of it. He was no Sith or dark sider, but he would do what he had to do for Mandalore and his people. Even if that meant giving up everything that he was.

OOC: Tagging everyone so you all know about the CIS coms now being compromised. IC wise only the Mandalorians know, but OOC I want there to be clarity about my action. Having fun and hope everyone else is too!

 

[Ravenfire]

Location: Crashed Ship I think
Allies:[member="Riggs"] , [member="Daxton Bane"] , [member="Darth Metus"] , [member="Darth Nius"] , [member="Muad Dib"] , [member="Scherezade deWinter"] , [member="Aedan Miles"] , [member="Rapax"]
Enemies: [member="Deram Carid"] , [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] , [member="Kervo Namadi"] , [member="Kaine Australis"] , [member="Yasha Mantis"] , [member="Alleria Fett"] , [member="Shia Kryze"] , [member="Tal Vizsla"] , [member="Baiko no Kaho"] , [member="Gray Raxis"]
Neutral: [member="Amaya Cardei"]
Still attempting to focus on hiding his blade to his last breathe. Rex sees the man tap the CIS's comms but can't do or think much about it now. The pain was continuing to increase to levels that he could no longer breathe at all. And that's when it happened he couldn't hold himself together anymore. And it all when black.

 

[Malok]

A woman's voice...

As the Scimitar cut through the upper atmosphere of Concord Dawn, the Sith Lord narrowed his eyes. The words which rang within his ears...the words uttered with a feminine inflection...they were not what he had been waiting for. What he had been expecting. For months now he had been quietly preparing himself for a clash - having his corporation manufacture Disruptors and going so far as to empower his own Lightsaber to a drastic degree. But on the fated day, he did not hear the voice of gravel answer his challenge. He did not hear Mand'alor the Undying barking a vicious response.

There was no Ra Vizsla. Only claims that he was gone. Again.

Darth Metus snarled.

"A once and former King whose edicts you uphold - a hound born from the litter."​

"You. Are. No. Different. And you will find No mercy in me."​

As his response reverberated over the comm, a shudder rocked the Scimitar. A signal, clear as crystal, that his journey to the surface had come to an end. Rising, his armored form immediately made for the exit - pausing briefly due to the unanticipated delay of the ramp being obstructed. Yet this momentary obstacle was immediately rectified, clearing the way for the Sith's descent to Concord Dawn. His strides thundered upon the steel of the ramp before immediately turning into the crunch of grass under his boots.

Snap. Hiss.​

A crimson blade sliced into being.

It soon burned white as its module went into Overdrive.

Beskar would not save the Hell Wolf this day.

And as the Sith advanced through the field, drawing near to his foe, one thing became clear.

For all the lives which echoed through the Force...hers he could not hear.

[member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Australis War Camp
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Kaden Mantis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deram Carid"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Alleria Fett"]
Enemies: CIS [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Riggs"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Darth Nius"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Neutral/Protection for the People: @Amaya Cardei
Objective: Defeat Darth Metus


“Name me the offending edicts of Mand’alor the Undying. Specify your complaint, or you are nothing but a resounding gong in a temple wrought low by our collective mind. I will fight to my last breath to stop your assault of my people and their world. I will see how brave you are, when my blade silences your barking throat!”

No mercy. A twinge in his voice, confusion reigning the day. He hadn’t expected her, but her Gurlanin guardian. Her Ra. The burden of her young life, shouldered in pride and in repentance. So it had come to Concord Dawn, that a Dark Lord descended upon a raucous sky to claim his right of vengeance on a missing old man.

Yasha’s grip tightened around the hilt of her songsteel sword, crafted by [member="Quoron Viszla"]. The oncoming battle stilled to her vision, as the Scimitar landed and [member="Darth Metus"] descended to the ground.

Snap. Hiss.​

[member="Kaine Australis"], [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] and [member="Deram Carid"] became a hum in her ear, the same buzz of her father [member="Gray Raxis"]’ voice on the comms.

“Ma’am…” Ambrose’s battle was one of compulsion to throw himself in front of the young woman, who despite being six and a half feet tall, was yet a twenty year old child in his wizened eyes. Her stomach was yet covered in the plates of her beskar’gam, the swell of her early belly hidden in armour.

Yasha Mantis pointed her sword at the oncoming warrior, watching the colour change of his blade. It must have meant something significant, but the Hell Wolf was ignorant of precisely what.

Her left hand reached to the side, and the Wolf Hammer veered from Solus’ saddle into her waiting hand. Five seconds to charge… an eternity.

“OYA!” Mand’alor roared, as the enemy combatants flowed into view. The unspoken rule, this match between Metus and Mantis was sacred only to the Mand'alor. The others were fair game, but this Vicelord was hers.

Give and take. ​

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Blood and might. ​

Helmets were curious burdens. Without the sight of one’s face, a person had but recognizable armour, the sound of a voice, or the height and width of the shoulders to denote knowledge of the vulnerable person encased. This Mand’alor was unknown to all but the few who witnessed her descent in Utapau. To all but those who witnessed her on Mandalore. In Sundari’s domed gates. The Epicanthix Mandalorian rushed to her fate, eager as the young was eager. Ferocious in the continued growling roar pouring out of her throat.

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The clash of songsteel and the hissing pops of a lightsaber. A feminine roar. Familiar. ​

A sound heard by Darth Metus in a past life, when his hands worked not to undo the being who made it, but save her. The voice was a younger one, then. A girl-child clutching a broken spearhead, hacking at a creature of chaos to protect her comatose mother from the death which stunk in her wounded chest.

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The battle for Concord Dawn began with a hiss, and a roar.​

 

[Hailyn]

I Walk The Line

Late.

That's what she was - who she was, even. Late to warn the Dark Lord of the Sith that there was a traitor in his midst, late to recover from the process of her resurrection, and now late to aid the allies of an empire that her paramour's nephew led as its Dark Lord and Emperor. She wore armor that knew more of her own identity than the fragmented mind that wore it ever could, and she carried the spear wrought to rend through steel and impale her foes through the heart. By Braxus's insistence she retained the identity of the consciousness that had yet to emerge from the tangled mess inside of her, but today she would simply be another faceless warrior on the battlefield - here to kill the sycophants that followed a mindless leader on his vengeful spree of murder and rage. It was by no small coincidence, then, that she rode in a vessel designed to get her to the world of Concord Dawn as quickly as possible.

She had no concerns that the Mandalorians would be able to fend for themselves of course, but she held reservations in the capabilities of their leader to fend herself against someone who was far more experienced and twice as deadly as many that swore an oath to protect the Mand'alore - reservations that she did not hold when she compared herself to him. At the very least, if she was too late to keep the clash of both leaders from happening, she would whittle away at the forces that the Confederacy brought with them to encourage a retreat, although it would require her to largely play the part of support. She did find it somewhat ironic that the Mandalorians would find themselves under attack by such an inferior group, though she supposed that the information she'd garnered from Sith and those in the Eye were largely from the perspective of heightened egos and a sense of superiority than they were from a sense of honesty.

Still, in a matter of minutes, the spear-bearer known as Braith Achlys would find her transport arriving in orbit of the world deeply entrenched in a warrior culture, not dissimilar from her own.

And when had she ever turned her back on a kindred spirit?

 

[Darth Athora]

The moment the Blood Riders had a full sweep of the area, they opened fire upon each and every one of their enemy their helmet scanners highlighter to them. Thierformations gave them a 360 degree field of view, and should any manage to penetrate that, their HUDs would warn them before the enemy had the chance to fully strike. Their numbers were small compared to the enemy, but their courage and determination to defeat the enemy made them count for three times any other Mandalorian. They were an elite band of raiders turned into soldiers. They cared little for civilian casualties. They only cared about their own. Everyone else was just a statistic. This was instilled into them the moment they took on the name Blood Rider.

Kervo himself continued pushing through the fog, cutting down any droid who thought they could engage him without him knowing. "That's right, keep running. I love the chase.."

[member="Daxton Bane"]​

 

[Daxton Bane]

Brave and disciplined, Daxton would give them these Blood Riders that. True they cut down the first few waves with ease, but these were no longer three to one odds, these were unceasing mass body waves of assassin droids. Droids felt no pain, offered no hesitation, they kept charging forward, exploding when their systems overloaded, spraying more of the thick noxious gas. The more that fell, the greater the concentration of the blinding fog along the front line.

The gap closed when their ammo clips ran dry, but before they could reload and refresh, easily half a dozen droids would swamp the defender, striking and stabbing with unrelenting precision, tearing apart flesh and bone, before gettig engulfed in the multicolored mist. Unless their suits were specifically designed as sealed enviornmental suits, the chemicals in the air would make breathing hard, skin would burn with an lingering itch, eyes would be runny, mucuses passages dry and rough.

It would only be a matter of heartbeats and the Blood Rider position would be over run, all of them either dead or among the injured and still more droid reinforcements rained down from the sky.

Still [member="Kervo Namadi"] cut his own path through the horde, until he spots the commander he saw earlier. This time he standing over a greviously wounded Mandaloran maiden and forced thermal detonator into her mouth, her arms were ragged stumps and her legs clearly broken and yet here he was taunting her.

Noticing his arrival he said to her, “Well well look who came to the party. It seems your Dark Knight has arrived. Well the Joke is on you, you and your pitiful brothers and sisters can do nothing as I will turn this entire planet into a wasteland. This ismthe price for your failure, now you can watch it all burn to Hell.”

 

[Malok]

There was something familiar about this one.

The ferocity which roared from her lips nudged the dusty corners of his mind. The visage of a young child danced before his Mind's Eye. It was so long ago. She, the little Mantis, was so tiny. Yet so fierce and strong. Why did she remin-

C R A S H​

And so it was that the Mand'alor struck - her blade boldy slicing through the air to meet his saber head on. The collision of their fury created a flash: gold exploded between them, yet their visors would see their eyes unphased. It was here that all else fell away for Darth Metus. The roar of the Mandalorians, of those he once he considered his people seemed to fade away. The cacophany of fire burning through the skies went mute. All that mattered was the Mand'alor before him. All that mattered was satisfying the Hatred which ran wild through his veins.

Darth Metus pushed back.

Despite the difference in size and raw physical strength, Rage permitted him to take a bold step forward. Aided by the Darkness, his weight pushed into the Mand'alor's saber in an attempt to see her blade press against her body.

"Shall I call you Mand'alor the Ignorant?" he spat, finally giving rebuttal to her final missive. "Expulsion or the 'Cure.' An the absence of Honor. Those are the sins that stain your throne."

"You will answer...In Blood!"​

[member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Riggs]

Post: 3
Location: Concord Dawn
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] , CIS
Enemies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] , Deram Carid, ME
Kit: in profile

Isley Verd, ViceLord and known as Darth Metus, made his way from the ship and moved out in a pointed fashion. Blood was on the man's mind and woe to those who sought to get in his way. Though he was a powerful figure of wrath, Riggs knew any man could die. Or die again as the myth went about the ViceLord. Gripping the blaster he followed the path of the leader of the Confederacy on a parallel path.

It didn't take long for ViceLord to meet Mand'alor on the field of battle. Instinct said to for upon the enemy but honor dictated that he held off. Nearby a group of mandalorians, possibly a sort of honor guard, waited for battle. Not one to mince words or stall he shouldered the repeater and aimed for the mandos, his finger tightening in the trigger.

A hail of for rained upon the enemy, and seeing a particular mando he guided his aim at [member="Deram Carid"] intending to wash him with his streaming attack. It was odd, for a moment, to find himself fighting fellow vode. But it wasn't completely foreign to find mandalorians on opposite sides of war. And today was no different.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Concord Dawn moving away from the crashed CIS ship
Allies: Mandalorians ; [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Deram Carid"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Kaine Australis"]
Enemies: CIS ; [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Riggs"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Neutral: [member="Braith Achlys"] [member="Amaya Cardei"]
Equipment: Armor ; WA-01 & WA-02 ; Back ; Revolver ; Pistol ; Calm ; Whisper (Gray's lightsaber)

It took longer than it should have, but the need to suppress the young man was finally over. He had passed out from the lack of oxygen and low heart rate. Gray turned off the wrist attachment in light of that and walked over to them. It was time to restrain him and make him a true prisoner. Sad that this had to happen, but that was the nature of battle. Gray flipped the young man onto his stomach then got both of his hands behind his back. Taking the rolled up metal, he tightly wrapped it around in a figure 8 twice using the crushgaunts. When he had it secured so it wasn't coming off, he crushed the ends and turned it into a solid sheet of metal. This was no cable or cuff but solid metal. The young man would need the strength to bend metal to free himself of it now.

With the young man secured, Gray looked for what the out cold prisoner was trying to hide. What he found was another saber hilt much like the other one he crushed. He repeated the same action on it and made sure there was no using it for now. It got tossed over by the pile of equipment then Gray lifted the young man up and onto his shoulder. Not much they could do from there and he needed to carry the young man off to a secure location. So that was exactly what he did. He had a general idea of where their defensive forces were clustered at so that was his destination. At least it was for now. Plans had a way of changing on you in unexpected ways.

As Gray walked, he wondered what this whole attack was about. The CIS chatter was mostly just orders and calls for help, but every so often there was the mention of Dagobah and Dathomir. What happened on Dagobah? He knew about Dathomir as it because of the events there that Baiko pleaded with him to speak with Yasha and Kaden. It was what had brought him out of his isolation to rejoin his people. This attack was beginning to feel wrong to him, but not in the way things usually did with battle. No, this was feeling as if some pieces were missing on both sides. The Mandalorians didn't seem to know why the CIS were here and the CIS seemed to think that this was a long time coming. Not good circumstances for a bloody conflict to start on. What should he do though to fix it? Was there anything he could do to fix it? An idea drifted around in his mind, but it seemed like a terrible one. The more he tried to cast it aside though, the stronger it pulled at him. Finally he gave in with a sigh and put his fingers up to the side of his helmet. He said over both sides channels, " This is Alor Gray Raxis of Clan Raxis. I have captured one of the CIS force users. I know they are one because I am as well. Call a ceasefire or I can't promise his safety in this chaos. You have 10 minutes to respond or I will assume you don't care about your own." With that, he ended the transmission. Now it was time to find a nice spot to lay low. He had a feeling they might think he was joking or send someone out to try and reclaim him. Better to be prepared for that worst outcome while he waited to see if the best came about. He began to head off away from the fighting in a random direction. No logic used meant it was harder to predict his movements.

OOC: Was going to tag everyone, but too many folk for that! I tagged everyone on the 3rd page but the message can be heard by everyone in the skirmish.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Surface - Australis War Camp
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Kaden Mantis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deram Carid"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Alleria Fett"]
Enemies: CIS [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Riggs"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Darth Nius"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Neutral/Protection for the People: [member="[/COLOR]Amaya Cardei"]
Objective: Defeat Darth Metus' ignorance


Rage. One did not need to be imbued with the Force to sense the radiating anger pouring off of the Viceroy. The push of [member="Darth Metus"]’ body against Yasha’s attack brought her sword against her beskar’gam breastplate. Under her helmet, she grit her teeth and let out a growl.

The karya’tesa war hammer swung at a low diagonal arc from near Metus’ knees to attempt a connection with Metus’ ribcage. If the strike landed, the hammer’s Force would hit Metus’ ribcage with strength enough to crumple a speeder’s frame.

“Says the dar’jetti who did not recognize my first edict to change that law! You’re attacking my people because of a law which no longer exists!?” It was a ploy to get distance, to get away from Metus and gain the space to breathe.

“I am not Mand’alor the Undying! Ra Vizsla exiled our people! Yasha Mantis reclaims them! Now get out!”

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Space
Objective: Contemplate intelligence reports.
Allies: All on the ground
Enemies: [member="Baiko no Kaho"]
Numbers: This is bad.

Aedan Miles glared at the holo table his left eye twitching in annoyance as he saw an enemy fleet come swinging around the planet into defensive positions Metus's flagship getting destroyed and than the remnants of that force falling into disarray before he could claim command of them. That left his small force heavily outnumbered as he tracked 6 ships speeding towards his one a smaller dreadnought, one a slightly larger than average cruiser and a series of frigates. Gritting his teeth he waved his hand indicating for his forces to resume original positions as he started to shout orders making himself heard over the other yelling on the bridge. "ENOUGH! You are the crew of the flagship Werda Kyr'am personal ship of THE Pirate King. You will not let a set back like this get to you. Call back all fighters the enemies first force is dealt with now we just have to deal with their true fleet. Prepare all launchers to fire proximity fuses they are jamming us we can't lock on. They will have to choose whether they let my fire fall upon the planet or take it themselves. All ships are to prepare a barrage once it is ready fire at will targeting the frigates first. Once a ships shield drops to 30% they are to withdraw behind the Werda until it their shields are recharged." He turned to walk towards the viewport his violet eyes starting to swirl with crimson as he lets his control over his powers fade a dark grin on his lips as he watches finally he sinks to his knees closing his now two tone eyes drawing on the force as he begins to meditate. As he did his body started to slowly float upward his hair starting to float around his head as he drew deeply on the force before he let it spread through him and away using it to enhance his soldiers focus and morale using a power that was more than worth the training to pick up. Battle Meditation it boosted his allies while simultaneously sapping the will of his opponents his hands rested above his knees palm down as he felt the fear and nerves leaving his men as the Battle Meditation filled them with confidence. Each squadron started to react and act more in sync almost as if they were one being instead of 12.

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Objective: Hurry Up And Wait
Location: Surface - Battlefield

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The fight was on, as both sides began clashing. Deram followed the other Mandalorians', running toward the closest pack of enemies. Swinging the poleaxe, the tall Mandalorian exchanged blows, taking several to the armor plating of his Beskar'gam, and delivering his own to the enemy before him. Knowing that remaining in one place was akin to suicide in battle, the old clan leader continued to move, often not fast, but trying to avoid standing still long enough to be honed in on... to which he suddenly was, as heavy repeater fire began to rain against the Mandalorians nearby, a particular enemy aiming Deram's direction.

The shooter was easy enough to trace, given the heavy rate of fire.

Grimacing, Deram stabbed his poleaxe into the ground, releasing it to stand by itself. Crouching down as the repeater started firing on him, the tall Mandalorian ensured as much of his exposed under-armor was concealed as possible, knowing the thick plating would withstand the projectiles - at least for a little while. Reaching down to his belt, Deram pulled a grenade free and popped the safety; with a three count, armor sparking and slugs pinging from him, Deram threw the grenade and sent it sailing toward the repeater shooter.

"Grenade out!" He shouted, the helmet modulating his voice.

It was a gas grenade, created solely for affecting Force Users, but in this instance Deram hoped the opponent would simply see an explosive device sailing toward him, and would react as anyone would - but getting the hell out of the explosive radius. At which point, the Mandalorian would close the distance with his reclaimed poleaxe, and clash with the humanoid in a closer position, to ensure that heavy repeater wasn't as viable...

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Engaging: [member="Riggs"]

Allies: Mandalorians Yasha Mantis Kaine Australishttp://starwarsrp.net/user/17774-kaine-australis/ Cassiopeia Caranthyr​

Enemies: CIS [member="Riggs"] ​

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