Junction Chapter II: Iron Remembers || COV/SO Junction of Resource Hex & F'Tral

[Brent Warnel]

THE DARK
TAG: Varin Mortifer
LOCATION: MAINTENANCE
GEAR
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The Sith standing in front of him had activated an energy shield, the blood-red crackling of energy coursing through an otherwise white-hot shield. The sword that lay atop it cast sparks and made a hissing noise that seemed almost to taunt Brent as he whipped out the chain toward his foe.

The Bes'briik launched forward, and the Sith snapped his blade in an arc that caught the chain. The heavier length of rope wrapped around the sword violently several times before stopping, locked in a close embrace around the black blade.

Brent swept his elbow up and over the chain, wrapping it around his tricep and holding it in his hand for a better grip. His other arm snapped out quickly, a whipcord launching toward the Sith's ankle in an attempt to wrap around it. Brent would try to make the Sith let go of his weapon or his positioning as the fight continued.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

He landed hard, catching Himself on His hands, each digit digging into the floor as He redirected His inertia into a roll that ended in a predatory crouch. He struck out with His hand and His lightsaber slipped out of the sheath at His hip, flying directly into His awaiting grasp. With a frightening snap-hiss the blade expanded into crackling life, its bright crimson glow illuminating the swirling smoke all around the Dark Lord. The crystal within the blade, burdened with the tortured soul of a Jedi Master, screamed out through the Force.

Sightless and soundless He searched for the enemy through the Force, steeped as He was in the total embrace of the Dark Side. The Empyrean Gland transplanted in His body pulsated in response to the agitants in the air, the same particles that had already entered His lungs and bloodstream. Releasing a flood of antibodies, the gland would systematically purge the Dark Lord's body of any foreign intrusions that would muddle His connection to the midichlorians within His cells.

His blade rose in a single measured motion, the impact of the first blaster bolt rang against it with a hiss and a scream of light. The bolt deflected away back into the gloom, but more soon followed. Each movement of His saber in response was heavy and deliberate, the bolts not so much parried but as denied. His arm turned, His wrist shifted, and each shot was caught along the length of the blade and sent where they would do the most harm. There was no flourish to the Dark Lord's motions, executed with the cold certainty of something beyond instinct, wasting no more energy than was necessary.

The same could not be said for the sonic weaponry, which could not be deflected by a lightsaber. Instead, He tanked those head-on. To the untrained eye, it appeared as though the sonic energy wrapped around the Dark Lord and then dissipated entirely. To the more discerning, one would notice a layer of scintillating energy reacting to the sonic energy as it struck the Dark Lord. It didn't mitigate it entirely, but the energy was further dispersed and redirected around Him instead of vibrating straight through.

A blaster bolt soared towards His neck, but met the descending edge of His saber and split away. It struck the ground with such force that duracrete burst from the impact. Another came in low, so He pivoted His blade by a fraction and the bolt ricocheted off at an angle, rebounding back towards Siv. He continued to weather both forms of assault with tectonic endurance, advancing forward step by agonizing step as His blade move in smooth, brutal lines across the whole plane of His body. It was like trying to drown a mountain in rain.

It was then that He lashed out, lightning erupting from outstreched fingertips towards Siv and the other Mandalorians. The frequency of the unnatural bioelectricity was altered in such a way that it would specifically react with Beskar alloy, the metal heating up quicker than normal metal would under similar circumstances. The Dark Lord had spent decades studying and refining methods to injure and kill Mandalorians, and He'd come to replicate a similar energy output to an ancient weapon known as the Arc Pulse Generator, though not to the same effectiveness.

That energy now raced through the air, snapping towards Mandalorian armor like a magnet.

Siv Dragr | Gel Karn | Carduul Akahl ​

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber

His body heat slowly began to rise, burning through the drugs coursing in his system and the gas that had forced its way into his helm. His slightly muddled mind began to click back in place, until His voice revealed itself once more.

INSOLENT FOOL

Ignati's voice rumbled through Varin's head as the whip cord came in.

Show him why we are the Living Pyre!

The whip cord wrapped taught around Varin's ankle right as the force surged through his body, his strength increasing beyond human capabilities as his skin beneath his armor hardened.

His stance planting into the floor anchoring his balance as the cord pulled.

Varin's back once again began to smoke just before an eruption of flames ejected from the runes in his back trailing down the hall behind him.

Varin's mouthpiece opened as he let out another yell, violet lightning arced between his teeth right before a quick violent and large burst of lightning erupted from his mouth towards the Mandalorian before him.

After the burst leapt from his mouth the helm closed back up. Then he kicked his leg back that the cord was attached to, forcing the Mandalorian either towards him or to the floor.

Brent Warnel​

 

[Brent Warnel]

BLOOD
TAG: Varin Mortifer
LOCATION: THE FLOOR
GEAR
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It was a contest of strength, of wills, just for a moment. Both Brent and the Sith were in a stalemate, two sides of a wildly different coin. As their strength of arms and wills collided, an alert chimed on his HUD. Something that Brent would have ordinarily dismissed, but the chime outlined the image of the Sith with a temperature reading of the individual.

It was rising rapidly, unnaturally so, even for his species. Brent couldn't see the minor movements the Sith was making in the darkness of the hallway, but the subtle tightening of the whipcord and the slight pulling of his Bes'briik let Brent know the Sith was preparing for something. But what?

Flame erupted from the Sith's back and roared down the hallway behind him. Then the Sith let out a howl as violet lightning streaked from what could only be his mouth. The lightning arced directly at Brent, and he could only hold tight against the whipcord and his Bes'briik as it roared toward him.

It erupted against the nullified force zone surrounding him from the Yossubi gas cartridges. Brent's tension slightly released, an unknown side effect of never having seen the gas cartridges negate force lightning before.

The slight release of tension cost him, though; the Sith yanked his foot back, and an insurmountable amount of strength yanked Brent off his feet. His faceplate hit the hallway floor with a resounding crack. The cushioning in the helmet absorbed most of it, but it was a new helmet design, and the Neo-Crusader style had a sharp lip near the base of the T-Visor that caught his mouth, tearing it open.

Gotta fix that, Brent thought as he activated his jetpack at full speed, aiming for the Sith's legs. Instead of impacting them, Brent tried to rocket between them.

If he could, he would shoot between the Sith's legs and out behind him, using his bodyweight and the added thrust from the jetpack to pull on the Bes'briik and the whipcord launcher. Brent aimed to rip the sword out of the Sith's hand and use the momentum to yank him off his feet.

If the Sith stopped him, however, well, he would be in fisticuffs range with a Sith, and that could prove very interesting.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber

The impact of metal on stone could be heard throughout the hall as his foe landed with a hard impact. Before Varin could react the quick thinking of the warrior before him activated his jetpack rocketing past the towering Sith through his legs and behind him.

The sword whipped out of his hand as the force of the momentum ripped him off his feet, dragging him through the halls.

Varin's eyes searched the walls as they flew past him before his leg stomped on to a heavy maintenance doorframe.

The cable halted sharply violently Perkins his leg a grunt of pain escaped his throat as the force that had strengthened his tendons and ligaments kept the socket from popping out of place.

Varin's head smacked into the heavy door hard causing him to lurched forward as the momentum continued to pull him, fighting his strength.

Varin bent forward grabbing the cable and with another groan of exertion slowly started to pull the Mandalorian back to him. One hand over the other, inch by inch he slowly pulled.

Brent Warnel​

 

[Brent Warnel]

BLACK BLADE
TAG: Varin Mortifer
LOCATION: THE DARK
GEAR
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Brent's gamble paid off; the Sith's blade soared from his hands as Brent shot between his legs and out behind him. The blade wasn't the only thing that came; the Sith followed as well. The momentum from the jetpack ripped the Sith off his feet, pulling him behind Brent as he rocketed down the halls and away from the maintenance room.

"Alor," a voice rumbled through his comms.

"Busy," Brent shot back.

"I know. Keep him busy for a few minutes longer. We are gaining entry to a data center that has the Star Charts we need."

"Look for the purple stone-"

Brent's voice was ripped away as he was unceremoniously stopped in midair, jetpack still firing at full power. Brent swiveled his head, seeing the white outline of the Sith in the dark, hidden by a heavy metal doorframe. Brent gave his jetpack another overpowered burst of thrust and was rewarded with a sound of metal on metal from the Sith's direction.

The reward was short-lived as Brent felt himself getting pulled back toward the Sith. Brent looked back again, and the visible outline of the Sith showed two arms locked onto the whipcord, pulling Brent back toward him.

Safe to say the Force-Breaker wore off, Brent thought to himself. Brent whipped the Bes'briik back toward himself as the Sith pulled him closer. The Sith's blade arced in the air, and Brent deftly caught it with one hand.

Brent released the whipcord from his gauntlet, hoping the Sith would stumble by the sudden release of tension. Brent reoriented himself midair and used the jetpack to thrust back toward his opponent, taking a swing at the tall man with his own Black Blade.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber​

Tension released from the cord jerking his arms up as they tried to accommodate for a resistance that was no longer there. He acted quickly rolling himself back and to his feet. Just as the Mandalorian raised his own Black Blade against him. He braced his forearm upwards activating his shield once again, baring the brunt of the blade's attack.

A dark hiss erupted from the contact as sparks spat in all directions. Varin slowly stood up as the resistance persisted over the shield.

He swiped the shield to the side, knocking the blade off center, then his boot flung towards his enemies sternum.

He drew his Broad Saber’s hilt, twisting the handle with an audible click, then like a solar flare that caressed the night sky, a maroon blade roared to life encased in plasma-like fire. It did not hum, it would growl like some infernal beast before it leapt for an attack.

Varin swiped with his blade towards the legs of the Mandalorian, flourishing the blade with a broad stroke of light and flame that casted shadows of their bout into the walls.

Brent Warnel​

 

[Brent Warnel]

THE LIGHTSABER
TAG: Varin Mortifer
LOCATION: THE DARK
GEAR
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Brent rocketed forward, hoping against hope that this swing would cut the Sith down and end the fight. He should have known better. As Brent brought the sword around in a vicious swing, the Sith was there to meet him, a shield snapping into existence, stopping the Black Blade from gutting him.

The Sith bashed the sword away, leveling a kick at Brent's sternum that connected, pushing him backward. It wasn't an overlay devastating kick, but it gave the Sith time to do what he intended.

A maroon blade roared to life in the hallway, casting shadows far and wide in the blackness. Brent's HUD compensated for the glow, using a low-light spectrum to let him see better than the white-edged night-vision glow did. The lightsaber didn't have the typical hum Brent was used to; it growled with a guttural sound as if it were alive.

The Sith brought the lightsaber low, intending to cut Brent's legs. Brent brought the Black Blade low, intercepting the Sith's downward cut, hoping the blade would stop the lightsaber. With a hissing strike, the Black Blade struck the lightsaber, sending vibrations hard enough to rattle Brent's bones up his arm.

Now he was locked in what was essentially a sword battle with a Sith. While Brent was a fantastic fighter and tactician, he could not hope to go blade-for-blade with someone who wielded a lightsaber for a living. But he didn't intend to.

Brent's armor dumped stems into his body, fueling his muscles and giving him an excess of strength for what came next. He let go of the Black Blade with one hand, bracing against the Sith's lightsaber with all his might, using his body and one arm. With his other hand, he aimed his vambrace at the Sith and ignited his flamethrower, dousing the figure with fire.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber​

The Black Blade met the edge of Varin’s saber, the dark hiss from both darkside weapons screeching into the air. Varin’s gaze did not falter from his foe, The Black Blade dropped, freeing the Mandalorian’s hand as a torrent of flame rushed towards Varin.

The fire engulfed his body, the armor became hotter. While hidden within the light of the flame he drew his Heavy Mace from his back, with quick efficiency and momentum the Mace swung wide from the outside and towards the Mandalorian’s ribs.

All the while as the flames cloaked his body, it almost seemed as the runes that glowed within his armor from his flesh seemed to absorb them, sucking them in through the gaps of his armor and into his body.

Carrying with the momentum of the mace, he twisted his body with a horizontal slash from his saber as a followup strike.

The eye ports of his helm opened up, revealing a glowing orange molting hot jeweled eye that flared to life, a sharp superheated beam escaping from his eyesocket towards the Mandalorian as a yell erupted from his throat.

Brent Warnel​

 

[Siv Dragr]

G U N S L I N G E R
Seswenna
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Allies: Carduul Akahl | Gel Karn
Enemies: Darth Carnifex | Sith Order

Carnifex endured Siv's onslaught. The Mandalorian caught himself wondering, for a fraction of a second, if he had overestimated himself. No fear, he thought as he steadily squeezed the trigger. Although the Sith continued to block and redirect the bolts, they were being inaccurately sent towards Siv. He was beginning to notice that the Dark Lord could not see him, or at least was having some difficulty in ascertaining his position. Was Carnifex blind? The connection between the mask and the Force -- and Siv's own trakar armorweave -- dawned on the Mandalorian.

The Sith counterattacked, emitting lightning from his fingertips. The direction was not towards Siv at all, but he saw as spider-like tendrils began to dance towards his comrades. He had a moment to act, a fraction of a second, and he threw himself at the Sith Lord's lightning, a shield for his brethren.

Lightning coursed through Siv's body as he crashed to the ground, bending to one knee as agony overwhelmed him. Electric grounding sinks and dispersion prevented an immediate sacrificial death, but he could feel his beskar plating begin to heat up. Panic threatened to surge through the Mandalorian, but he swallowed it down. Nearly blinded by the agony, he raised his head towards his foe. In this moment, hand extended, Force Lightning bounded from the Dark Lord; his guard appeared lowered.

Screaming with the effort, Siv raised both of his hands. With his right hand, he fired his sonic blaster, squarely aimed at the Sith's center of mass. With his left, he fired his whistling birds rockets, a full complement of twelve spiraling rapidly in random patterns, curving inwards to ultimately strike towards their target: Carnifex. It was an immense bid that somehow, Siv could score a hit and save his own life. In the back of his mind, he urged Carduul to take the advantage and get the rest of them out of there.

Faint rumbles began to shake the ground as above them, Romul Saxon's fleet had opened fire onto the nearby industrial sector.

 

[Brent Warnel]

THE EYE
TAG: Varin Mortifer
LOCATION: THE DARK
GEAR
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The flames roared in the darkness of the hallway, illuminating the Sith for an instant before they bathed his body in heat. It felt like an eternity as the flames poured over the figure's armor, heating it. He kept up the stream, only noticing a slacking in the lightsabers power against the Black Blade the instant before the Sith's mace came powering through the flame.

With flames licking the weapon, it swept towards Brent's ribs. He twisted down and away from the mace as it came towards him, but he was too close to do any meaningful maneuvers. It slammed into his back-plate at his ribs, forcing him away from the Sith.

The Sith twisted with a follow-up strike from his lightsaber, a horizontal slash coming towards Brent. Brent brought his arm up, his personal shield erupting from his vambrace, catching and deflecting the lightsaber away from him.

What he couldn't catch was the sharp beam of energy escaping from the Sith's eye that followed. Some Dark Side force power, evil given manifest, roared from the Sith's eye, a scream erupting from the Sith's throat as it flowed from him.

The Sith's mace attack must have damaged some of the Yossubi gas cartridges Brent kept in his rear hard pouch, because while this force attack should've dissipated against the nullification field, it made it through. It was a weakened beam of dark side energy, but it was still potent. Brent felt it sear across his breastplate and arm, blackening his skin and cracking his suit beneath the armor. The fibers in his muscles seemed to shrivel, his bones seemed to weaken as the beam lanced into him.

Brent's consciousness swam as he tried to stay on his feet, stumbling back before his mind snapped back into focus as his armor's software flooded his body with stems designed to keep him alive in the event of serious wounds. His HUD erupted with vital sign warnings, screaming at him that he needed medical attention. Brent silenced the warnings as his armor struggled to keep him standing.

Brent's arms snapped out toward the Sith, his net-gun firing into the foe from his vambrace. It opened wide, attempting to ensnare the man. While it flew, Brent's whistling birds fired as well, the potent projectiles flying in wide arcs and awkward angles so the Sith had trouble defending against them.

"Alor, we have entered the data center and are beginning our downloads. We can begin the withdrawal soon."

Brent sent a click as acknowledgment as he sprinted back toward the Sith, the Black Blade swinging in a violent horizontal arc toward the Sith's chest as he dealt with Brent's other tools. The fight wasn't done just yet, but time was running out.

 

[Gel Karn]

GEL KARN
SESWENNA
TAG: Darth Carnifex , Carduul Akahl , Siv Dragr
GEAR: Two Vonduun Crab Legs, Slave Rags, Blaster Pistol

Ever see Kingsman? ​

When Carduul Akahl tossed Gel his blaster pistol, Gel felt a rush of emotions surge through him. Confusion, worry, fear. But most of all, the emotion he felt the strongest....was SHAME.

What the hell was he doing? Trying to crawl away like some insect as his Mandalorian brothers and sisters were fighting and dying around him? Had he no shame? Was he not still a Mandalorian at heart, even if the Sith had taken everything else away from him? And even if he did manage to escape, did Gel really want to live the life of a fugitive on the run, always glancing over his shoulder, not having any friends of family he could rely on to help him in his hour of need?

Absolutely not!

Gel rose from his prone position, and taking the blaster pistol that he had received, he aimed it directly at Darth Carnifex . That, unfortunately, was where Gel ran into some trouble. The moment his blaster was pointed at Carnifex, his arm began shaking quite heavily, and his blaster began drifting to the left and right. No matter how much he tried to bring the weapon under control, he simply couldn't get a good target on Carnifex, and when he went to pull the trigger, his arm suddenly shot up straight into the air, sending the blaster bolt intended for Carnifex directly into the ceiling of the room. At the very least, he managed not to hit any of his Mandalorian allies. The conditioning that the Sith had inflicted onto him was still very much in full effect, rendering any blasters that Gel got his hands on essentially useless for him to use.

If he was going to kill the Sith, he'd have to do it the old fashioned way: with his hands and his melee weapons!

Gel charged toward the nearest Sith Warrior, fully intent on stabbing them to death, but before he could reach them, a massive explosion rocked the room, sending poor Gel skidding onto the floor once again, right behind Siv Dragr . Though he didn't know it, the Mandalorian fleet above was beginning to bombard the planet. Hopefully, none of them would be caught up in the crossfire...
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[Taeli Raaf]

Ooc: Phone post from work, setting up countdown

Allies: Sith Order
Enemies: Romul Saxon Seva Beroya Kjartan Hammer-Hand Signy Bralor
​

A breach of the Blackwall had been detected, and the response would slowly start to appear on long-range sensors for the raiding Mandalorian forces. Collections of mass shadows and magnetic signatures representing fleet elements on approach, swarming towards the incursion like an immune response within a body. And... organic signatures, large enough to appear on such early warning sensors. Something else was coming... something hungry... and in coordination with the fleet forces due to arrive.

A countdown for an overwhelming Sith response, led by a woman who hated Mandalorians with every fiber of her being, was on a course for imminent arrival within the Seswenna system.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber​

The impact of the mace struck, not as strong as he had hoped, but it did enough. Wounding and possibly slowing the mandalorian. His saber strike blocked by the man’s own deployable shield, it held it’s guard. But the beam hit its mark, though weakened by the gas that was damaged during the strike from the mace,the smell of cooked flesh was tale enough to know that he was hurting. He could feel his consciousness slipping. A smirk cracked Varin’s lips as his helm closed. He then felt a surge of energy within the mandalorian, temporary medications to stave off pain and keep him conscious.

It was a final plan to allow the mandalorian to escape. It looked like he would take that chance when he fired his net-gun at Varin. Varin’s saber swiped, its flames extending to cut through the net.

The sounds of whistling now filled the air as Varin brought up his shield. The small munitions impacting the shield, one slippery munition arching around the blade and impacting his side. His armor protecting him from a killing blow, but he was now wounded. A grunt of pain leaving him, his hand cupped over his side, dropping his mace. His blood hissed as it hit the floor, its heat great enough to send its own voice into the room.

It enraged him further, the pain driving him further.

When the Black Blade swung towards him once more Varin let out a growl of frustration, using his saber to deflect the weapon, his free hand balled into a fist driving to the man’s ribs where he had injured them before.

Brent Warnel​

 

[Brent Warnel]

TIME
TAG: Varin Mortifer
LOCATION: THE DARK
GEAR
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As Brent surged forward, swinging the Black Blade, he saw the Sith deflecting his whistling birds, all but one. That one got through his defenses, impacting the Sith and injuring him. It also caused the Sith to drop his mace, leaving him on a more even footing with Brent.

The Black Blade connected with the Sith's saber as he deflected it to the side. The Sith followed up with a balled fist toward Brent's midsection, where his ribs were already injured. Brent saw the punch coming, stepping to the same side as the punch came from to minimize the damage.

The Sith's balled fist connected into Brent's midriff, causing the air in his lungs to expel outwards, and cracking a rib or two that were already damaged from the force strike. As the punch landed, Brent gritted his teeth through the pain, tears blurring his vision, and let go of the Black Blade, losing sight of it as it left his grip.

With his hands free, he grabbed the Sith's wrist with one hand, his crushgaunt activating like a vice and pulling it toward him, trying to throw the Sith off balance. With his other arm, he over-hooked it over the Sith's as it connected, bring it over the Sith's arm and under his armpit. Brent swung his rear leg like an opening door and used his leading leg to step close to the Sith, side-by-side.

Brent stuck his closest leg across the front of the Sith's lower body, Brent's right hip matching the Sith's right hip as he stood in front of him. Brent knew the Sith's lightsaber would be coming at a downward angle as he made the maneuver, but he was praying to the Manda that his Beskar would deflect whatever blow came his way.

Using the overhook, Brent tried to thrust the Sith's weight forward, hinging his own hips to try to throw the Sith off his feet and down to the ground in a takedown.

If it worked, Brent could disengage, gain distance, and re-evaluate; if it didn't work and the Sith stayed upright, Brent would try to keep the overhook and use his knee to strike the Sith's midriff, ejecting his knee-dart into the other man.