Invasion Gravity - BotM Invasion of Enclave Held Rothana

[Hyperion]

Orbital Shipyard, Dock 35
Rothana
Allies: Brotherhood of the Maw | LOOT
Enemies: Mandalorian Enclave | Shel Beroya :withered:​

Mimicking her reaction, as if in both taunt and spite, a shield materialized from his vambrace as the pirate ducked behind it; an older version, one from the days of Mand'alor the Builder Gilamar Skirata . Flaming scraps of melted metal scorched by the Nautolan's wrist rocket seared through the gaps of the dar'manda's armor leaving painful, black marks in their wake.

"I'll scalp you for that, dar'manda!" he heard her say, arching his teeth gritted in pain into a roguish smirk in response. The sound of sonic blasts rattling in his direction instinctively launched him upwards with the aid of his repulsorpack evading the ear-splitting rounds.

"Doubt it, cyar'ika."

He aimed the EE-3 carbine down at her and fired a series of tri-shot bursts.​

 

[Domina Prime]

"I am the monster you created. You ripped out all my parts~"​

ALLIES: Kragr Krayt | Yenna | Other Shipyard Mandos
ENEMIES: Valgus Ren | Sisserith | Dimitri Voltura | Other Shipyard Mawites
ENGAGING: Valgus Ren
LOCATION: Rothana | Orbital Station, Base Level

With each brief clashing of blade and crystal-like bones the battle roared through the halls as violent, lashing tendrils pulled her left then right, accelerating her to keep the offensive while her claws swiped and struck in different formations and sequences, making it harder and harder to keep up and predict as the Mawites defenses emboldened. Even with that twisted, dark blade being summoned from thin air she would not relent, she would not falter! And while usually she would have been slower, weakened from the wounds sustained. Her speed only increased when standing on these 'new' pairs of legs, blood trickling down her thigh as Valgus twirled, spun and avoided her strikes, evading the raging beast with his years of experience and discipline.

However, the longer this bout continued, and the more her eyes searched his movements and analyzed the very flinching of his muscles the huntress could sense something was wrong. All this ground gained tickled the feral instinct in her mind, to keep her prey tired and on the ropes but she also had to take into account her own injuries and how much energy she herself had in the tank after such vicious battles with the Forceborn. Her muscles ached as they powered through, blinding powerful strikes being thrown out by each tendril during their duel.

One of her eyes opted to glance away, observing their environment as suddenly, as if to regain the advantage Dimas tendrils went from scuttling about on the ground to suddenly latching onto the side walls. Altering the very way he would have to fight her as she then kicked, clawed and swung her lashers at him while attached to the ceilings and walls, engaging him on different a axis as they bounded down the corridor.

Humans always tended to be clever, it was what allowed them to survive without any other evolved traits. No teeth, no claws, no scales. Just fat heads swimming with a million thoughts a second. And as he led her away she became agitated with him, wanting to fight her head on as she suddenly used her powerful tendrils to scuttle across the ceiling over him and to CUT him off from wherever he was leading, making herself a massive obstacle in the hall by positioning her body at its center, not letting any gaps open for him to get through as suddenly those tendrils began spitting and spinning azure threads of silk behind her, essentially gunking up the rest of the hall ahead of them and making it much, MUCH more difficult to traverse. "HOLD IT MAWITE!" She hissed angrily, attempting to keep herself ahead of him now to prevent him from running further as Dima reached down to grab a saber from her belt with one hand and ignite it, SVWOOOSH!, swinging at his legs while her upper arms, once again summoning her shield activated it to bash it against him and PUSH him back into the corridor. Her attack sequence now altering to compete with his impeccable defense, tendrils used less offensively this time and more as a way to push, pull and maneuver her around while she battled. Making the shield bashes much more potent and her combat assault that much more deadly.

"TELL THAT TO DIMA WHEN YOUR BONES ARE IN HER TEETH!" She hissed, a second saber SWOOSHING to life in the hand beneath her other saber hand, two bladed strikes lashing out, this time with precise skill. This whole time she had been learning, now using her bladed strikes to apply pressure where he was already wounded, while the shield bashed, pushed, blocked and annoyed the arm she had dislocated before, knowing it would lack in its prowess in the moment.

Finally a worthy godling, a hunt worthy of the gods!

| SUMMARY |

- Following Valgus as her leads her on, Dima becomes agitated and ​

frustrated

- Using her tendrils she attaches herself to ceiling or walls, engaging him on a different axis


- While on ceiling, zooms over and head of him to block final pathway


- Uses silk to make it harder to run through the hall behind her, sticking it to walls and the ceiling


- Tendrils take secondary functionality as 'legs' for her traversal.

- Attacks with two Sabers & Shield <3

​

 

[Dimitri Voltura]

ALLIES: Darth Mori | NSO | BOTM | FINAL DAWN (I ain't tagging all you shits again - cope)
ENEMIES: Kragr Krayt | Yenna | The Quartermaster | ENCLAVE
ENGAGING: Kragr Krayt | Yenna

BATTLE​

Of course she would absorb the Force he had sent toward her.

But the fury that was the Dragon did not let up in the slightest. It was a masterful dance of death as crimson and cyan clashed constantly in a blur of movement - neither one giving the other any openings.

He had just started Draining her again to feed on the energy when movement in his peripheral caught his attention. The giant that was the Mando'ad was back on his feet. But the little Jedi was not letting up her onslaught. The Sith Lord could not afford to shift his attention from her to focus on the Mandalorian.

He heard the jetpack roar to life but had no time to ready himself for the whipcord that followed. He had moved in the moment it had fired, but it still wrapped around his free hand, cutting off the Draining of the Jedi and yanking him around as the Mandalorian glided past. In the process, Yenna's blade bit into the bend of his arm that wasn't covered with armour.

With another bone-chilling growl, he yanked back the whipcorded arm to pull the Mandalorian to the ground with inhuman strength just as the man activated his jetpack. At the same time, the fist that still held his saber struck out at the Jedi that was still embedded in his arm to get her away from him.

Cutting the cord with his saber, the Dragon moved in a blur, even if the little she-devil didn't stay down. Ending up further up in the hallway, invigorated by the energy he had managed to feed on, he sent another blast with the Force to keep the two assailants away from him while disengaging his saber.

He then raised both arms, allowing the pain in the one to fuel his hatred, abandonment and anger to channel it into power as he reached through the empyrean, focusing on one thing in particular - the core that kept the entire shipyard afloat.

With an immense, straining pull through the Force, Darth Hydrus, ancient Lord of the Sith, Dragon of the ages, tore the core apart.

Lights went out as the shipyard lurched, suddenly bereft of the thing keeping it suspended in space. Very slowly, the great station started to get pulled down by the planet.

Breathing heavily, the Dragon ignited his saber once more while also pulling his Sith blade from its scabbard to meet his assailants once more. Temporarily drained from the power he had just channeled, all he had was his skill with a blade, even though his one arm was injured enough to slow him down.

They would die with him now as the shipyard fell.

Spoiler: ATTENTION EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!

CORE HAS BEEN DESTROYED. THE SHIPYARD IS BUSY FALLING - SOON TO ENTER THE ATMOSPHERE

 

[Andras Garon]

Location: Dockyard Aurek; on route to a Ha'Rangir-Class Starship
Equipment: Beskar'gam; Heartseeker; Phase-Blade x2; Blaster Rifle, Assorted Grenades
Allies: The Enclave
Enemies: The Maw ​

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They were in the midst of battle again. Heartseeker plunged into another Mawite and sent it to the darkness that awaited all of the 'New Sith Order'.

By now the constant battle had started to take more of a toll, only one in three of the remaining Commandos had any ammunition left and the rest had entered melee with their beskad or any other weapon at their disposal. Andras felt the strain in his arms mostly, the constant wielding of the Beviin had started to cause muscle fatigue to set in and many of his blows were not as powerful as they were earlier yet he persevered. After all there was no choice but to persevere, the enemy showed no signs of stopping.

Then it all changed in the blink of an eye.

One moment Andras was sweeping Heartseeker out ahead of himself and the next he was flung into a wall as the station lurched. He wasn't the only one either, Mandalorian and Mawite alike felt the effects of cores destruction. Everything was coming down now.

This Station was plummeting into the atmosphere of Rothana.

"We've got to get out of here."

...the words left Andras before he even realized he'd said them, in a moment his priorities had changed from defending the station to evacuating himself and the Commandos that remained...

"Commander your orders!?"​

...came the call of one of the Commandos, Andras was fighting back to his feet. He'd snap the neck of the last Mawite he'd been engaging as he came back up to even footing then his decision came quickly...

"The Dockyards."

...he said quietly, half to himself...

"The Ha'Rangir docked there are our way off this station."

"Are those even operational, sir? I thought they were still under construction."​

"Take our chances with the ships or die here. I know my path, you need to choose your own."

...and that was it, Andras whirled the Beviin in his hands and called out...

"On me!"

...as the remaining Commandos formed up with him and pushed into the Mawites on their way to the Dockyards. The Fighting would be fast and furious. This was it.

Andras expunged the final burst from the Flame Projector on his arm, clearing a path through the Mawites that stood between him and his men with righteous fire. They pushed and cut through anyone in their way. No mercy.

 

[Vulcan Krayt]

​

Location: Section 3, Orbital Docks, Rothana
Objective: Want a fight? You got one!
Equipment: Sword, M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1 M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol, M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2, Thermal Detonators x50, Magnetic Detonators x 50, Perun's Call
Allies: Enclave | Open
Enemy Combatants: Maw | Open
Engaging: The Runt

The headfirst bravado of quick fights made him a tricky fighter, and he had won many battles this way, so it was natural for the Ubese to start a fight with sheer firepower. 9 times out of 10 it worked a charm and earned him a place in the Mando'ade. Now, this was drastically different and the teenager knew it when his bombs stopped and rebounded back in his direction, detonating and creating a smokescreen. Then Vulcan groaned petulantly in the realisation that he forgot something crucial, something that was staring him in the face and in his zeal he was blinded to it.

The Force, how can he forget about the Karablasting Force, the first encounter cost him a leg and nearly his life, he dodged the returning bombs adeptly, and jetpacks are very helpful in combat. But then again he had to avoid the ships docked in his vicinity.

Even more surprising is the sudden return of metallic styrofoam screeching as the shipyard began to come apart before his eyes. With this distraction, he barely countered Runt with his blade. Straining against his much larger opponent. Even with the height differences, Vulcan stood his ground never the one to back down in a fight.

He promised Shai that he will always come back. The Fore and falling docks be damned.

 

[Kralmus Orr]

​

Location: Rothana, Sector D-84, Heavy Weapon Emplacements
Engaging: Open

Spoiler: TL;DR

• Kralmus and co book it down the slope to evacuate the area

​

"... oh," said Kralmus Orr, pausing in his grim feast to look up at the sky. "Oh, chit."

Every other Mawite warrior on the hillside stopped and stared as well. The looting paused, as did the barrage of missiles into the Enclave heavy weapon emplacements. It didn't look like the latter was going to matter much anyway. There would be nothing left of those defenses when an entire orbital shipyard crashed down upon them. For a long moment, Kralmus just watched. He chewed thoughtfully on a chunk of Mandalorian gristle as the station listed to one side, clearly destabilized, and began to sink toward the horizon. Slowly but steadily it grew in his field of vision, until the bottom of the platform was wreathed in the fire of reentry. The cannibal swallowed, smacked his lips.

"Well feth," he said, yellow eyes tracing the titanic hulk's trajectory. "We need to get out of here, boys. Like, now."

At his words, the spell was broken, and the Death's Hand commandos and Mawite warriors sprang back into action. Kralmus wiped his flensing knife on the hair of some unlucky Enclave corpse and then stowed it back in its sheath, more or less clean. With a few quick button presses he collapsed his portable stove back to an easily-carried size; it was still hot enough to scald flesh, but he couldn't even feel it through his beskar gauntlets. All around him, the rest of the warriors were hastily gathering up all the loot they could carry; they hadn't brought hoversleds or anything, so they were heavily-laden with armfuls of beskar chestplates and and ornate Enclave weapons.

They'd come here to blow these defenses, and right at the moment of victory, the whole operation had been rendered moot.

At least they'd gotten to kill some enemy elites and take their stuff. That had been fun, and a good blow to strike.

"Back to the shuttles!" Kralmus ordered, directing his warriors back down the hill. They needed to get way out of this area. The impact of something as large as those shipyards would create shockwaves powerful enough to tear down mountains; any squishy organics left in the zone would be shaken apart in an instant. The Mawites slipped, slid, and tumbled down the slope, some even deliberately getting down on their backsides and using their own armor as makeshift sleds. No one could say exactly how long they had, but there was no point taking chances. There was no glory in fighting a space station, and no chance of survival, either. Time to get gone.

Had the Maw managed to plunder the shipyards, or just blown them up? Kralmus didn't know.

He didn't really care, either. He wasn't a strategist or a Mawite patriot.

He was just here to have fun... and he had done that.

 

[Tu'teggacha]

Location: Rothana System, Shipyard Periphery
Tags: Marlon Sularen | Maverick Steele | Mae Tecono | Jos Krayt | Danika Leventis | Verin Oldo | Electra-12

Spoiler: TL;DR

• A large force of mercenary scavengers jumps into the system
• They rush the falling shipyards and attempt to capture the under-construction ships with cables and tractor beams
• Tu'teggacha watches the scene unfold from the edge of the system

That was the signal the Taskmaster had been waiting for. Time to move in.

The scavenger fleet had been waiting just beyond the Rothana system. Guided unerringly into position by the ancient Imperial beacons they had unearthed on Argovia, they had sat idle while the battle raged, letting the Final Dawn and marauder fleets deal with the fighting. They were not combat vessels, but a motley collection of salvage ships, tugs, and boarding shuttles. They were never intended to make any difference in the clash of warships between Mandalorians and Maw, and couldn't have if they'd tried. Their purpose was less glorious and more pragmatic. After all, the Brotherhood wasn't here to conquer Rothana.

Even if they could seize it, they could never have held a planet so far away.

No, the Taskmaster and his scav fleet weren't here for the planet. They were here for the ships. As the salvage vessels made the short jump into the Rothana system proper, reappearing in realspace like a hundred pieces of junkyard trash raining from the sky, not a single one of them powered up a weapon. Instead they diverted all available power to engines and shields... and they made a mad dash for the shipyards. Their goal was simple. With the battle in full swing and the orbital station now plummeting toward the planet below, they were to seize every last craft they possibly could, stealing them for the Mawite war effort.

They were not combat-grade ships; a few good turbolaser broadsides would shred any one of them. But there were three advantages on their side: speed, numbers, and chaos. Any guns that were fixed on them were guns no longer firing on the Mawite warfleets, a distraction that the Mandalorian defenders could surely ill afford. When they reached the ships in drydock, some ready for deployment, others only half-finished, they fired harpoons and tow cables and tractor beams. They latched on like mynocks, grabbing in swarms, dragging at their prey away. Boarding crews targeted the more complete ships.

Taskmaster Tu'teggacha, ever risk-averse, watched the scene unfolding from the comfort of his stealth shuttle at the system's edge. He fully expected horrific casualties among these scavenger crews... but their lives, and even ships, meant nothing to him. These were mercenary desperadoes from the edge of known space, pirates and thieves and junk merchants offered a substantial payout in Mawite plunder for every Mandalorian ship they stole. Each one of those warships would be a great boon to the Maw, while the loss of a dozen mercenary salvagers cost the Brotherhood nothing at all.

"Strip their shipyards bare," Tu'teggacha willed, clenching his fists.

Their window of opportunity was narrow, and swiftly closing.

Soon the yards would fall, and the ships with them.

 

[Kragr Krayt]

PRELIATOR​

ALLIES: Yenna | Brothers & sisters from other mothers
ENEMIES: Dimitri Voltura | All them sons of bitches from BotM
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
Location: Rothana | Orbital Station

Kragr combat rolled when pulled forward but down on the floor and jumped after the Sith Lord with another burst of speed with the help of his jetpack. Blasting towards the Sith, he saw another damn Force blast sent his way and pushed off the wall with his feet, to dodge out of the way of the Force attack, slowing him down enough to let the Sithspit go through with whatever he had planned.

The giant was of Dimitri in a flash right after the core had been destroyed and due to being in the air, he didn't feel the sudden tremor and shaking from the tipping space station.

Holding his arm down he activated the kyber crystal embedded into a socket in the vambrace and out of the end of the vambrace a plasma cord resembling a lightsaber whip burst to life and by the time the Dragon had lowered his arms Kragr snapped the plasma whip around Dimitri's entire upper body.

Following snapping the plasma whip around the Sith Lord, Kragr would with his other hand activate his flamethrower as the two giants were locked to each other through Kragr's plasma cord whip. While the Dragon's armour most likely wouldn't melt given how much punishment it already had taken, that was only a minor detail for the plasma whip had other properties.

Not only would it cause Dimitri's armour to at a slower rate than a normal lightsaber, glow into a bright orange colour like when Beskar and a lightsaber connected, but the whip's energy will start to seek out any source of power that Dimitri's armour might have installed and then slowly drain it. The downside of using this plasma whip was also that it locked Kragr with an opponent and Kragr would have to power the plasma whipcord down to break his lock with Demitri. Of course, it also made Kragr less mobile as the whip only had a certain length and then there were also unconventional ways to deal with the whip if an enemy had the power to do so.

If the plasma whip had managed to ensnare the Dragon, locking his arms down along his body and body, Kragr would yell to Yenna.

"Jedi! Now, while I have him captured!".

There was of course also the falling of the space station, so Kragr, on top of holding the Sith locked in his whipcord, also had to balance the blasted tipped surface the Sith most likely was the reason behind.

 

[Yenna]

ROTHANA | SHIPYARDS
ALLIES: Enclave | Kragr Krayt
ENEMIES: Maw | Open
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
GEAR: In bio

THEME​

Kragr managed to latch onto Dimitri with his whipcord, giving Yenna just enough time to cut at the crook of his arm, where the armour did not reach. But he was still too quick, lashing out at her with his lightsaber while he dealt with Kragr as well. No matter what happened between them, what outcome this fight would have, the respect she had for the millennium-old Sith would never falter.

She used his attack to catapult herself over, attempting to strike at his armpit, though he was gone in a blur. Before she could adjust or follow after him, a powerful push flung her back. Yenna grimaced as she crashed into the floor, pain shooting through her body. She could only watch as the Sith reached out and literally brought the entire station down. The reactor blew, the lights cut out, and the artificial gravity gave way for a moment before emergency power kicked in, just enough time for her to smash into a wall and hit the floor, drawing a pained cry from the little green Jedi.

Through the tears and blinding pain, she watched as Kragr pushed the attack once more with an immensely powerful gadget, attempting to trap the Sith as he drew his sword. He didn’t even need to call out to Yenna for her to know what she needed to do. Drawing the Force through her again, she reached out to wrap the Force around Dimitri in a stasis again, then she took off.

Every fiber in her body, her entire will over the Force, pushed her to the speed of a green and cyan lightning bolt as she dashed to him, catapulting off Kragr’s extended arm as her second lightsaber snapped into her waiting palm. Her blackening vision only had one target as she reached Dimitri. She swung down to strike at his hands, hoping to disarm him entirely.

Immediately she jumped off against his cuirass, releasing a powerful Blast to smash him into the ceiling of the shuddering station. With a heavy breath she stumbled back as she landed, clinging to her twin lightsabers for dear life. Time was running out for her. Her body, even with the aid of the Force, had its limits.

 

[Valgus Ren]

ROTHANA | SHIPYARDS
ALLIES: Maw
ENEMIES: Enclave
ENGAGING: Domina Prime
GEAR: Lightsaber | Imbued Armour | Robes

THEME​

Her tendrils made things much more difficult, sapping his strength the longer the fight went on. The cuts, scratches and stabs he sustained were beginning to take its toll on Valgus, despite his limited control of the Force with such a close proximity to her. He was growing tired, just like her. But he wouldn’t grant her the satisfaction of seeing him falter, despite knowing that she could see it.

In a flash she was over him, blocking off his route entirely with some kind of web. Valgus paused as he watched her, though a vile grin formed as his gaze shifted beyond her. The swarms of Mawites throwing themselves at the enemy in a massive hangar just beyond their hallway. His path might have been interrupted, but he was far from cut off, especially as he backed off, allowing him to call upon the Force.

The moment she lunged at him again, he leapt towards her, only to disappear once more in a plume of smoke and embers. He emerged far behind her, close to the entrance as he turned to face her.

”Look at you. So short-sighted, blinded by your bloodlust. Did you ever stop to look at the bigger picture, you simple-minded creature?” He spoke up, stretching his bleeding arms out as carnage ensued behind him. Scores of Mawites carrying off crates, others trying to take over a number of fighters still left, all of them defiling and looting while their brethren fought to push the enemy back. ”You might fight well, have the anatomy of a Nether-born abomination… but you will never be superior to a thinking, reasonable man.”

The station shuddered as the lights went off, the artificial gravity cutting out for a moment. It was all the knight of Ren needed. An immense Force Blast erupted from his hands, intent on smashing the creature back while propelling himself through the air. When the emergency power generators kicked in, and the artificial gravity returned, Valgus landed on the wing of an Enclave starfighter. Glancing one last time at the creature, he extinguished his lightsaber and let his blade evaporate in a plume of smoke.

”Until next time, creature.”​

The words echoed in her mind as he dropped into the waiting starfighter, quickly powering up before he took off. There was no doubt about it, she beat him fair and square. She proved to be a very challenging opponent… though he did teach her one good lesson. A lesson that continued to play out as the Mawites continued with their raid, dead set on reaching a docked Star Destroyer…

/Exit Thread

 

[Dimitri Voltura]

ALLIES: Darth Mori | NSO | BOTM | FINAL DAWN (I ain't tagging all you shits again - cope)
ENEMIES: Kragr Krayt | Yenna | The Quartermaster | ENCLAVE
ENGAGING: Kragr Krayt | Yenna

THEME​

The giant was on him faster than he had anticipated.

Another cord whipped around the Dragon, this time pinning his arms, and to make matters worse, it was plasma. With the injured arm pinned, the Sith blade clattered to the ground.

In his weakened state, the Sith Lord didn't dare use the Force on the airborne Mando'ad, but he wasn't completely immobile either. When the the vambrace belched out its flames, he rolled to avoid the brunt of the torrent, despite the cord starting to heat up his armour.

But there was something gnawing at him.

Knocking at a tightly shut door in the furthest recesses of his mind. He could feel the little Jedi's life force slipping and for some far buried reason, it....bothered him.

He struggled harder against the cord, but when the station tilted once more in it's downward spiral, the Dragon saw his opportunity. He rolled with the tilt, wrapping the cord around him even more, drawing the giant closer and out of the air to try and get to him.

In that movement, he missed the brunt of Yenna's strike, her blades instead catching the saber still in his hand, sending it to the ground as well. Before he could right his posture in any way, however, the little Jedi kicked off against him along with a blast that sent him crashing against the ceiling, snapping the cord from the vambrace in the process and which would mostly likely send the Mandalorian careening as well.

The station shuddered with the impact before he dropped to the ground again with another crash.

Where the blast would have obliterated a weaker being, it just stripped the Sith of the last bit of energy he had left. Incapable of regenerating his broken body, there was just enough left to keep his heart beating faintly. Even then, he could feel Yenna slipping as well.

<Yenna.>

That tightly shut door opened with a crack.

 

[Kragr Krayt]

PRELIATOR​

ALLIES: Yenna | Brothers & sisters from other mothers
ENEMIES: Dimitri Voltura | All them sons of bitches from BotM
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
Location: Rothana | Orbital Station

Everything was chaos around them, distance explosions, parts of the station cracking off as it touched the planet's atmosphere in its descent to total annihilation drew nearer. Kragr held back against the Sith's attempt to free himself from the lightwhip wrapped around him, however, the devastating Force launch was done by Yenna, sending the Sith into the ceiling, pulling Kragr with him. While the lightwhip worked like a whipcord, it wasn't exactly a whipcord that could be snapped as the whip itself was pure plasma like a lightsaber's blade formed from the kyber crystal inside of the vambrace.

However, with that said, that also meant that when Dimitri was sent into the ceiling, Kragr was pulled along and if he hadn't powered down the lightwhip, his own crash into the ceiling would have been much worst. Landing against with a heavy landing of his own back down on the floor, Kragr felt the stain on his body start to really kick in.

Kragr was both tired and in pain, everything and he was pretty sure something had either been broken doing their fighting, or that part of his body had taken so much punishment that it felt like something was broken.

With heavy, tired breathing, he forced himself up along the wall, using a hand against the wall for support. There was no doubt that this had been some of Kragr's more exhausting and gruelling fights he had been in and or a guy who didn't have the Force to enhance everything, it said a lot about Kragr's survivability and fighting prowess.

More tremour as something else exploded near them, shaking their location even more. Kragr's eyes fell on the Sith, who only seemed to be able to keep himself alive. It was now or never... With a painful grimace and a hand on his knee, he pushed himself up on his feet completely and for a moment he thought about just shooting the Sith in his smug face.

Then Kragr saw his Warhammer, resting ever so peaceful up against the walk and a far more brutal idea popped into Kragr and with tired steps he gathered up his heavy weapon. Drawing one of his heavy blasters he fired two shots, each tearing through Dimitri's flesh as the slugs tore flesh, tendons and muscles rendering the Sith's arms useless from doing much. With blood everywhere, Kragr dropped a bit too tired on his knee over Dimitri's weaken body but slammed a gauntleted palm onto Dimitri's collarbone, locking the ancient Sith to the floor.

With his other hand, he removed his helmet and let it drop and slide from the tilt of the space station's descent. Sweat and blood smeared the face of the massive Mandalorian, half-dried blood trail had run down the right side of the face as it was difficult to see what was orange hair and what was red blood.

Without a word, Kragr began a brutal onslaught of pummeling the red Dragon's face, crack after crack he left the Sith Lord's face bloodied and broken, but alive. Oh, Kragr wasn't letting the Mawite Sith just get away with death from beating, oh no. No Kragr was going to make sure that the Sith Lord's last memory, was Kragr's Warhammer shattering his head in, painting the wall red.

Standing up again and he drew his Warhammer and with still incredibly strength, Kragr grabbed painfully onto Dimitri's hair and pulled the Sith Lord over to a wall, slamming his body into a sitting position. Letting go of the Sith's hair he tighten his grasp on his Warhammer's hilt.

With a wrath-filled battle cry, Kragr grabbed the hilt of his Warhammer and with a heavy over arcing swing Kragr was ready to slam the heavy Warhammer down into the Sith's head from about, shattering every recognizable feature of the Sith Lord completely.

However, the strike never landed, and Dimitri never felt his life go out filled with excruciating pain. Instead, a voice that cried out to Kragr, made something in him stop as he held the large Warhammer over his head before lowering the weapon and stared at the little Jedi with wild incredulous eyes.

 

[Yenna]

ROTHANA | SHIPYARDS
ALLIES: Enclave | Kragr Krayt
ENEMIES: Maw | Open
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
GEAR: In bio

VICTORY AND DEATH​

The Jedi was battered, purple bruising checkered her body in various places. Her hip sent waves of pain through her and her ribs pressed against her lungs with each gasping breath. She wanted to collapse, succumb to the fatigue calling to her. She wanted it to be over already, for Dimitri to simply surrender. But she knew the Dragon. Even a shattering blow as the one she inflicted on him, would not keep him down.

<Yenna.>

Her fluttering eyes cracked open to look at him. He wasn’t getting up. She felt her heart sink as she waited for him to get up. Her raspy breaths quickened as she forced one foot in front of the other. Slowly she limped towards him, clipping a lightsaber to her belt with a pained grunt. But she was not quick enough. Kragr was on him again, shooting him up and then kneeling over to pummel the battered Energy Vampire further. She stared on with pain and guilt, scrounging together what power she could to yank back against the Mandalorian’s fists in hopes of lessening the blows against Dimitri’s face. The final straw came when he dragged the Sith against the wall and raised his mighty hammer.

”STOP”

Her voice broke through the air, over the carnage and destruction around them, a piercing shout followed by a powerful wave through the Force yanking the Mandalorian several steps back. Yenna stood with an outstretched hand, trying hard to get some oxygen in her lungs. Slowly she limped over to Dimitri, her battered gaze carefully watching Kragr.

She called upon the Force one more time, to help suppress the pain… both for her and Dimitri.

And also to shove the Mandalorian away if he tried to finish the job any further.

”Up. Get up.” She croaked as she painfully closed the distance between them, waiting anxiously for Dimitri to get back up. Her own lightsaber extinguished as she picked his up to press it into one of his hands. ”Kill you, I refuse to. Up, you must get. Flee, you must.” She insisted as she stood next to him, waiting for him to lash out and finish her in her moment of weakness.

But the fire was gone.

The station continued to shudder and groan as it descended towards the planet below. But nothing mattered to her at that moment. To see him in such a state, someone she tried to help, knowing that she contributed to it, crushed the little green Jedi. To accept that her power, meant to help others, brought such pain and destruction to another being, shattered her will to continue fighting. If he were to lash out one last time, claim the life of one last Jedi before the Mandalorian finished the job… she was fine with that.

”Please… Dimitri… help you, let me.” She pleaded, carefully reaching out to lay a hand on his cuirass. ”Time… for you… there still is.” She sniffed as tears began to stain her bruised cheeks.

She stared up at his battered face in hopes that simply staring would somehow make it all go away. For a moment, she felt anger rise in her towards Kragr, though she forced it all down as she took another step closer to Dimitri.

 

[Dimitri Voltura]

ALLIES: Darth Mori | NSO | BOTM | FINAL DAWN (I ain't tagging all you shits again - cope)
ENEMIES: Kragr Krayt | Yenna | The Quartermaster | ENCLAVE
ENGAGING: Kragr Krayt | Yenna

THE FINAL ACT​

He was slipping.

Carnage raged around him, but he could not respond to it. He did not want to. It was all done.

The Mando'ad did what his culture was bred to do - destroy your enemy with your last breath. Shots wracked through the Dragon's body before the great warrior descended upon him.

But there was no strength to fight back.

But just as the valiant was about to finish him off, a voice spoke.

”STOP”

The Mando'ad was yanked away from where the Sith was propped against a wall before the little Jedi limped towards him.

”Up. Get up. Time… for you… there still is.”

She pleaded with him despite her own injuries, tears spilling over her little face. They have had numerous battles - every time she had challenged his power, growing stronger each time they faced one another. A mutual respect had presided between the two Masters.

And here it had come to a final end at last.

As his breathing faltered, he looked at her properly, the hatred and anger fading along with the fluttering beats of his heart.
"There's...no more time...Yenna." he breathed.
Centuries of carnage before good had found him on Naboo. Then again on Jakku years after. And he had shunned it all, caught up in the blood that spilled throughout the Galaxy.

But the good remained.

In shattered pieces like the mirrors on his abandoned estate after he had abandoned Eenia Vahn for his Dark kin Halketh . But it still remained. It had been there every time the little Jedi in front of him now had tried to sway him from the path he was on, flask and all.

With the smallest of movements, he placed his hand over Yenna's as it rest on his cuirass.
< Do not be angry at the Mando'ad - he did what he was born to do. What I would have done.> he conveyed, as he no longer had much breath left to speak.

The red left his eyes as he looked at her, returning to the brown he had been born with. The one little being that had never given up. And he realised that after the death of his kin on Tython, he still had not been wholly abandoned.
<You never gave up, despite all I've done. Let me give back to you what I can, now. My time is over, Little One. I have lived far longer than was necessary.>
One single claw extended to slightly dig into the skin on her hand. <Do not give up on others, just like you haven't given up on me.>

The last bit of Force left within Dimitri channeled into the battered little Jedi, his heartbeat and breath failing with each thread of the empyrean leaving his body.
<Thank you.>
As the final living Force left his body, the Dragon of old breathed his last breath. The one little piece of good he could do to make up for centuries of fire and blood.

The final act of Dimitri Lucius Voltura.

 

[Kragr Krayt]

PRELIATOR​

ALLIES: Yenna | Brothers & sisters from other mothers
ENEMIES: Dimitri Voltura | All them sons of bitches from BotM
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
Location: Rothana | Orbital Station

Kragr just stared at the Jedi with incredulous eyes as she pulled him away from delivering a justified killing blow. To make Kragr even more furious at the Jedi, was the fact that she allowed him to speak, instead of executing the now worthless Lord and being done with it. Furious at getting denied his kill, Kragr tighten the hilt of his Warhammer and despite how tired and hurt he was, he for a split second, would let his bloodlust take over and attack the green Jedi.

But he didn't, for another even more violent shaking happened and what little sense Kragr still had after the battle with the Dragon, told him to get out. While Yenna spoke, no pleaded to the Sithspit that lay on the floor, Kragr gathered up his helmet and looked over at the Jedi and the Sith with great distaste as he placed his helmet back down over his head, wearing again an emotionless face of a t-visor.

If the Jedi wanted so badly to plead with a Sith, she could stay and die with him, for it wouldn't be long before the station most likely would strike the planet's surface, blowing itself up.

With that, Kragr left the two beings on the opposite side of their precious Force.

Biting the pain back, he left for the hangar, looking for any type of ship to get off this godforsaken station. Upon arriving, he saw not much left but a few small fighters. With a bit of a hiss upon getting into the fighter and soon blasted out and away to safety.

 

[Yenna]

ROTHANA | SHIPYARDS
ALLIES: Enclave | Kragr Krayt
ENEMIES: Maw | Open
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
GEAR: In bio

THEME​

She could feel the fury and anger building in the Mandalorian as he watched them. She would not be able to defend herself nor Dimitri if that hammer came down at the two of them. But he did not move. He continued to watch them both with burning hatred.

"There's...no more time...Yenna."

Her battered gaze returned to Dimitri as he spoke, a sob escaping her as she looked up at him. Numerous times they fought, numerous times they were a match for each other. Champions of their people, their beliefs. But behind it all, the little green Jedi regarded him as a friend. Someone who understood her just as she understood him.

His hand reached up to hold hers as the crimson left his eyes, leaving the gentle brown eyes of a caring soul behind.

< Do not be angry at the Mando'ad - he did what he was born to do. What I would have done.>

<You never gave up, despite all I've done. Let me give back to you what I can, now. My time is over, Little One. I have lived far longer than was necessary.>

”Dimitri…” She croaked, a whimper escaping her as his claw pressed into her tiny hand. She wanted to scream for help, try her best to drag him to a ship and get him to a medical facility, or even somehow convince Kragr to carry him. But he was right. There was no more time.

She felt life flowing back into her body, her tired eyes opening again and the pain fading as her control over the Force strengthened. Though with every bit of life she felt entering her, she felt the same leaving him. ”No… don’t… Dimitri!” She muttered, continued to beg.

<Do not give up on others, just like you haven't given up on me.>

<Thank you.>

The Dragon breathed his final breath. The fire flickered, until finally it went out. Yenna tried to shake him to no avail. The last of her walls came down as she leaned into him, tears spilling down her cheeks and against his armour. With a shaky hand, she pulled her flask from her pocket. It was battered, dented and nearly folded in half. But it still held on. Just like its owner. Just like its new owner, who it will suffer the same fate with as the station continued to plummet.

She set the flask down on his lap and rested his limp hand over it, before she reached up to close his eyes. With her final, silent goodbye, she picked up his lightsaber and channeled the Force to take off towards the hangars. She caught sight of Kragr climbing onto a fighter, and with immense speed she caught up with him just before he could close the cockpit.

She did not care about his fury. She did not care whether he would kill her or not with a simple grab and tug of his mighty hands.

The little green Jedi silently moved past the pilot’s seat and curled up as best she could in the little storage space behind the giant’s seat. Fatigue and grief overtook her as she hugged the Sith’s weapon against her aching chest, her eyes fluttering closed as sleep overwhelmed her.

/Exit Thread

 

[Erion Justeene]

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Objective: Pick on a couple of Mandalorians
Location: Rothana, on Planet
Equipment: Lightsaber, Voidsaber, SHT-26 "Bedevil" Heavy War Bike
Tags: Siv Dragr | Kale Onara | Kybo Ren
Allies: Maw | DH | Sith
Enemies: Mandalorians
Engaging: Kale Onara

The Force screamed at him in warning as the rocket flew at him with a furious purpose to destroy. He managed to dodge the rocket but not the shockwave of the resulting explosion, sending him skidding and causing tears in his clothes as he went. He stood up after a few seconds.

Mandalorians were never easy to counter and then the Ubese began to wonder about Crushgaunts. He has never forgotten the last time he encountered the weapons. His wrist twinged at the memory of being shattered into a numb and burning injury. Alas, he will not back down, Scar Hounds, Sith and The Maw never surrender to tin men.

This opened up a brand new set of problems, gunfire. This one was rapidly firing in a bid to overwhelm his defensive saberwork. Clever, clever. This is why he enjoys fights that are difficult, dangerous and unorthodox. Makes him think and plan as he goes. Easy battles are tedious and uninteresting.

The first plan is to grab a slab of metal to use as a shield, once he has done that he needed to find an opening so he can attack. There has to be a way to get close enough to strike. As he has this Mandalorian's attention, Kybo can freely battle with little hindrance. Getting into a better position so he could defend better, Superious was no longer at any real risk of being torn by laser bolts.

His mind was racing and constantly planning several tactics and discarding those that may not work. Knowing he cannot keep this up forever Superious sent a torrent of Force Lightning at Kale hoping that it will hit and stop the hail of gunfire aimed in his direction. The force had yanked his mind to something else happening high above them. Something that will become a problem shortly.

 

[Andras Garon]

Location: Ha'Rangir-Class Starship; Bridge
Equipment: Beskar'gam; Heartseeker; Phase-Blade x2; Blaster Rifle, Assorted Grenades
Allies: The Enclave
Enemies: The Maw ​

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The Pathway to the Dockyards was fraught with peril. Mawites were still thick in the Station despite the fact it was plummeting into the atmosphere of the planet and towards the surface below. The Mandalorians would force their way through them as they moved as a unit, their only goal at this moment one of survival.

Anyone on this Station would be dead when it made planetfall. If they didn't die as it split the atmosphere.

The HUD in his Buy'ce flashed red indicating enemies all around him. At least once Andras, twirling the Beviin in his hands almost struck one of his own Commandos the melee was so thick at points. Worse, he had turned his head to look and saw more than one Vode fall during their fight to the Dockyards. Until they've been there most men don't know the agony of seeing their warriors fall, calling for help when there is none to give.

By the time they'd reached Dockyard Aurek they heard klaxons sounding, signalling that any ships attached to the station would need to disembark.

Other Aliit had converged there too, members of different Clans but all representatives of the Enclave. Andras, seeing them would call out....

"Board the Ships, quickly!"

...his voice seemed to galvanize some of them who were standing there, their armor similarly smeared with the blood of the enemy the same as his....

"This Station will die as will all those left on it when it hits the surface. The Ships are our only hope for survival----and vengeance."

...the Dark Horse had one last idea, one last trump card to play as an ace in his sleeve. It was not something he relished but something that may have been necessary given what was happening here today.

Mandalorians started clearing off the Dockyards, some would stay to engage the Mawites and buy the others time to withdraw. The sacrifices made would not be forgotten.

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On board the Ha'Rangir-Class Andras would have staggered onto the bridge moments later after entering the ship alongside other Vode. Thought battle worn and weary he would have sat himself in the command seat and given the command to others filling various positions in tactical, communications, etc...

"Engage the engines, seal blast doors and disengage from this station!!!"

....the order stirred a small panic amongst those taking the positions of Bridge Officers...

"But Sir, not everyone has made it onboard yet...."​

"There are more ships. Our duty is to those with us. We've given time to board to those who we can. Now disengage before we're all dead. Launch this vessel!"

"Yes, Sir! Launching!"​

At that maneuvering thrusters on the Ha'Rangir-Class would come to life, docking clamps would begin to release and the Starship would begin to separate from the Station as it plummeted towards the atmosphere.

Andras, finally able to catch his breath would take a moment to steel himself before sitting higher in the command chair before he was heard speaking again....

"Weapon systems?"

"Sir?"​

"Are they functional dammit!?"

"Ye---N---Uhhhh. I'm not certain sir. These ships are so new. Their systems haven't been fully tested yet."​

"Give me something, anything. We must have turbolasers we can fire at least."

....silence, silence that seemed to grate on for eternity from the Tactical Officer before...

"Yes. Yes! Copy that Sir, I think we have something."​

...there was another silence, this time from Andras himself whose hands gripped the arms of the command chair forcefully enough that anyone watching him must have thought that he would rip them clean off. Finally the Mandalorian bowed his head, nodding it slowly before coming to a decision as he turned to look over at the Vode sitting in the Comms Terminal...

"Patch me through to the Station. All channels, including emergency ones."

...some of those should still be working in the Station despite the fact it was literally falling from the heavens...

"Patched in Sir."​

"This is Andras Garon. We've commandeered one of the Ha'Rangir-Class vessels to save it from destruction. I advise all Vode still on the station to attempt to do the same or to evacuate the station if they are able. Repeat, I advise all Vode to evacuate the station."

...he paused, a ragged breath pulling itself out of his throat as it felt dry just then...

"You have five minutes. At that point this vessel will open up on the Station with whatever weapons we have available. If you are unable to make it off, you have my sympathies."

 

[Kranak Vizsla]

Rothana | Sector D-84 | Northwest of Unnamed Island
Equipment: Loadout 2 (No Medical Backpack + Goran’s Stand).
Friendlies: The Enclave | Valery Noble
Hostiles: The Maw | Ada Infernum | Sinestra

Blessed & Possessed​

He was quick to find himself engulfed in red-hot flames.

At the blink of an eye, just as he emerged to a crouch from the rearward combat roll while reaching for the weapon holstered to his kama holster, he felt the almost unbearably hot embrace of the fire conjured forth at him by the Witch; the large camouflage poncho he wore over his armor was quick to catch fire and burn like a midnight pyre.

His exposed flesh and skin burned under her under her fury made manifest; the actively bleeding laceration left upon his midriff he suffered by the dagger of the woman, simply cauterized a moment before the skin began to char. The smell of his own cooking flesh would waft in the air shortly after.

But despite the injuries he suffered from so far, not even a pained grunt escaped his lips; his naturally high pain tolerance was only complemented by the ancient relic he wielded in his hands.

He could take the heat.

"Not very smart, are you, buckethead?"

His vision only slightly impaired by the fire, he could make out the silhouette of the Dark Side’s Disciple amidst the torrent of flames with ease. Pressing on the advantage she had gained over him at the moment, the Witch was quickly closing in on him to deliver a strike. Standing crouched as the flames' hot embrace did not relent still, he allowed her to draw nearer for a moment.

Then extended his left hand forth in one swift motion as the grasp of his hand momentarily faded away from the hilt of the ancient greatsword; the weaponized repulsor attachment over his left vambrace charged up with a sharp whine.

A loud boom followed suit in the wake of the whine not a moment after; the blanket of lily-white snow kicked off the ground as the shockwave, visible to the naked eye, rippled and distorted the air between them for a brief moment, discharging at a wide cone of arc to push her a few yards away from him.

He was quick to rise to his feet afterwards. Ripping away the poncho set aflame with his free hand, the Vizsla charged forth at the Witch. Lunging forth, the relic in his firm grasp swished sharply as the strike cut the freezing air, level with her thigh to lob off a leg.

Although battered some at the hands of the Witch, the giant remained as stoic as ever as he fought the Sith, despite the simmering rage within him.

Manda willing, he would make her pay for her insults with her own blood, one sword strike at a time.

 

[Sinestra]

Objective: Acquire the First Order's secrets for himself
Allies: Brotherhood of the Maw | New Sith Order | Death's Hand | Final Dawn | Ada Infernum
Enemies: Mandalorian Enclave | Valery Noble | Kranak Vizsla

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Acherus barely found the focus to conjure a barrier to save him from the collapsing ceiling. Duracrete and steel cut through dark robes and flesh, leaving multiple cuts across his body, while a large chunk of rock carved his head open and nearly brought him down onto his knees. The Dark Side saved him. Anything lesser and his life would've been forfeit.

A pathetic death.

A pathetic death worthy only for the weak.

The notion boiled his blood. A hundred voices of the past echoed through the Sith's corrupted mind. Weak, feeble, frail, puny, lacking. The voice of self-flagellation haunting him through the years of the war and beyond, forever pecking at his sanity like vultures on carrion. The mental whips had long cracked his mind to the Dark Side, now their lashes only fueled his rage.

Seething rage.

The Sith hurled the collapsed ceiling to the side and engaged the Jedi ruthlessly and with no rest. Gone was the melodic tune of a dancing bladesman, graceful in every move. Now his rhythm beat to the sound of drums. Heavy and strong. Acherus had shifted from his preferred Makashi to that of Djem So, Way of the Krayt Dragon.

In the tight quarters of the abandoned hallway, the crimson blade's long, battering strokes carved through long-neglected walls in their ravenous reach for Noble's life. What little remained to keep the depot standing was pummeled with each destructive swing of the Sith's saber. The ceilings above and the walls to the side rattled and shook, willing to concede their seemingly inevitable collapse and bury both alive.​