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King of the dust Hill (Mandalorians vs Sith)

Kila Cadau

Mando Rally Master (With a metal kneecap)
Kila's eyes flared with fury at the mention of the dead Mandalorian's name and she stepped forward to deliver a preemptive strike, directing a vicious, if a little clumsy, swing at the Sith's neck, barely registering the deep furrow left in her arm armor by @[member="Darth Avara"]'s lightsaber blade. She stumbled a few steps, drawing in a hissed breath between her teeth as pain shot up her broken leg, but she just managed to keep her feet when the force attack intended for her temple glanced off the back of her helmet instead. She was lucky, but she didn't register it. All she could feel at the moment was hate, rage, and pain.

If she was a Force-User, she would be prime for a fall to the Dark Side.
 

Not Ordo

Just under the upper hand.
@[member="Darth Avara"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Kila Cadau"] @[member="Darth Naefas"] @[member="Milo Osbron"] @[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Vinyata Nicashii"] @[member="Davin Starrunner"]

Kalordo reached behind his back and rushed forward as The super sirh raised his hand andnunleashed a force blast. The big Vongs massive head exploded sending pieces of bone and grey matter flying in all directions. His body which was moving at the time his head evacuated the premises lurched forward and pitched itself on the ground. The two grenades he had pulled fell on to the ground at the Sith's back bounced twice and began spewing a greenish white gas the the vode would recognize as the force hindering force breaker gas.

Kalordo was now dead and as it turned out despite popular belief he had been using that head after all....
 
She wasn't falling for the bait. Even with her broken leg, she would not give up. Hardy and foolish the Mandalorians were, and Avara's anger grew every time she blocked his attack. It took every ounce of his being not to unleash his full power and go for a killing blow. But his patience was wearing thin, and he had little time to spare with Mandalorian reinforcements on the way. He would intensify his attacks, using his superior bladework to batter down her defences.

And he did. He first struck out with a swarm of saber strikes, jabbing and thrusting at the weak points in her armour; all of them intent on maiming and crippling her limbs. He sped his movements up with the Force, ensuring his attacks held both speed and power, and he made sure any counter made by her sword were fluidly riposted. He would make her cower before he left this battlefield. He would have his vengeance. @[member="Kila Cadau"]
 
He didn't even notice the grenades when they fell to the ground. But once he had killed the yuuzhan vong, he continued to walk past it's body, and then turned around to see the gas seeping out of the grenades and crawling across the ground to him. It was probably poisonous, as far as Darth Naefas knew, and he backed away until he finally felt his Master's fury being unleashed.

It was most probably time to leave, and he started to pick up his pace as he started to flee the scene, specifically towards his Master's presence.

@[member="Darth Avara"]
 
Ordo broke the atmosphere with 9 of 12 Striils and fanned out to a V formation. Ordo increased thrust and falling into a steep dive. Already he could see the Sith citadel and the wreckage surrounding it.

"Weapons hot follow my run 2 second intervals." Ordo began to level slightly for better coverage and streaked towards the fleeing Sith attackers.

"Block this Hut'uun," Ordo muttered angrily as he pulled the trigger on the steering yoke and pressed the missle button with his thumb.

The missles sailed into a waiting transport. While the laser cannons tore a path of carnage across the area.

Ordo pulled up after his run while his sqaudron followed suit. The Striils came to a good altitude and turned back ready to make another run.

@[member="Darth Avara"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Kila Cadau"] @[member="Darth Naefas"] @[member="Milo Osbron"] @[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Vinyata Nicashii"] @[member="Davin Starrunner"]
 
But the Sith wouldn't be escaping so easily, not in the heat of combat. Preliat flicked out his Westar-34, and aimed to the back of the Sith. Provided that the Sith didn't use precognition again, because, as discussed earlier, it didn't quite work so well as one would hope in the middle of combat. The Sith was on a predictable path, he was running. Preliat wasn't one to grieve in the midst of combat, he had learned that the hard way on Elrood. He fired accurately and paced towards the Sith, aiming at both where he was, and where was going to be several meters ahead of him, in paced, but not slow, shots. Ones that would be extremely difficult to dodge, if you weren't looking at him directly.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
 

Kila Cadau

Mando Rally Master (With a metal kneecap)
Kila was a very good swordswoman. But the Sith was better, and slowly, slowly, he wore her down until one of his strikes snaked past her guard and opened a wide gash down her side. Gasping in pain, the Mandalorian sank into a crouch, leaning on her besk'ad.
Up, you useless chakaar, up! She screamed at herself, trying to muster the energy -
Woah. Energy.

Adrenaline is a wonderful thing, and the last vestiges of it provided the weakened, battered woman with enough strength to send her blade out in a lightning-fast thrust aimed at the Sith's armpit.

@[member="Darth Avara"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
@[member="Darth Praelior"]

The bridge of the Imperator fell silent as the last bridge crewer died. Options, from faked evacuation alerts to calling in supporting boarders, occurred to Ember. The bridge was getting cold through the hole he'd used for ingress; with a grunt and outstretched hands, he lifted the truncated cone with molten sides until it filled the gap once more. He held it there with one hand's telekinesis while piling seats and bodies and all useful things underneath. The stealth fighter bobbed past the bridge viewport.

He strode over to the intercom, deactivating his lightsabre.

"Now here this," he said to everyone onboard the frigate. "My name is Ember Rekali. I've killed every man and woman on your bridge. This vessel has a crew of fifteen hundred souls; it's now approaching fourteen hundred and fifty, counting the turbolift full of stormtroopers I'm about to kill.

"Evacuate. Evacuate now. Your world is lost, your day is lost. If I find you onboard, I'll kill you."

The White Current subsumed him, surrounded him, and touched the minds of the crew, bringing a nagging sense of rationality to the threat. He'd known the White Current for thirty years. Though he was no master of it, he could still make a dent.

One by one, escape pods began to jettison. He sat down at the helmsman's station, and the vessel lifted away from the Sith Empire formation. He'd spent long years as a capital ship helmsman on an extragaalactic expedition, and when he laid in a course and set the hyperdrive to counting down, he did it professionally.
 
@Viyata Nicashii, @[member="Darth Praelior"]

While the Sith forces combatted the gunships and tanks that erupted from the Command Ship to deal with them, the sheer scope of the battle seemed lost on them. As Alpha Core's two carriers guarded the far side of Shab'rudur, the three cruisers and two heavy cruisers of Strike Alpha assumed close cover of the larger ships starboard side. While the first and most obvious result of this maneuver was to protect the vulnerable ship from enemy fighters and long range attacks. However, the port side of these cruisers faced the wounded command ship.

As tank and gunship crews cried out in confusion in the moments before their death by squad support weapons and a hyper up force user, the attention of more than one commander was drawn to the source of the conflict. At their own volition, orders were given to target the exposed Sith infantry with the point defense batteries of the cruisers. With Shab'rudur's shields offline and damaged starboard hull, this maneuver would likely cause collateral damage to the ship itself. But such damage was deemed to be insignificant next to the potential damage a large force of invading Sith could cause.

So, with cold hearts and steel stomachs, the commander of Strike Alpha ordered flak batteries to be fired upon the Sith forces before they could have a chance to do any real harm to the ship.

((--fast forward past some increased casualties))
((OOC: I'm surprised you acknowledged the tanks at all. Hats off to you for realizing the value of the tactic.))


Larraq allowed his attention to be drawn away from the overall battle for a few moments that he may focus on the struggling Command Ship. Heavily damaged on the starboard side and reporting Sith boarding parties in her corridors, the ship was rapidly losing whatever tactical value it had originally posed. The vessel had already launched her full complement and all that remained in her were drop pods and life boats. But these were already loading with waiting marines and armed mandalorian crewmembers. Even after the complements inside the various shuttles and dropships were taken into account, there were no less than one thousand mandalorian troops and four thousand mandalorian crewmembers still aboard the ship and packed into the outer corridors. The vast majority of which wore full void-capable combat gear. The rest simply wore basic light armor with armored void suits overtop.

With the push of a button, Larraq patched himself through to the bridge of the Shab'rudur, and instructed the commander of the vessel on how to deal with the situation. “Launch whatever drop pods and escape pods remain towards the planet. Close and seal all bulkheads near the boarded sections of the ship. Divert anti-boarding parties to those sections and slow their advance while marines prepare for a counter attack. Instruct marine forces to deploy explosive traps along corridors leading directly to the reactor and bridge from those locations, and send reserve forces to the armory to acquire heavy weaponry. I want choke points set up throughout the ship with sealed bulkheads funneling enemy forces into the heaviest guns. And once your men are in position, I want you to use the artificial gravity generators to full effect. Fluctuate gravity as violently as you can. Break the damned lever if you have to. Up, down, on, off, port, starboard, half power, double power, five times power. Whatever you can get it to do, do it fast, fluctuate it often, and overload the system if you have to.”

Larraq breathed in deeply and let it out slowly. He was not fond of the idea of losing such a large ship so quickly in the engagement, but casualties were to be expected in such a conflict. In some conditions, they were even acceptable. But to lose a Mandalorian ship to a boarding action... It was embarrassing. “Shab'rudur, break formation and prepare hyperdrives. Make your way back to Mandalorian space. If previous instructions fail to stop the Sith boarders, they should slow them down long enough for you to reach an outpost and receive additional support. Good luck commander. Fleetcom out.”

Switching frequencies to speak with the rest of the fleet, Larraq continued giving orders. “Remainder of Alpha Core, merge into Strike Alpha. Strike Alpha, Bravo Formation, Charlie Formation, move towards Sith fleet in tandem with Republic forces. Support Fleet, continue flanking maneuver. All ships, launch all craft and begin bombing runs. Use the Republic ships for cover on approach.”
 
Avara's momentum grew with every strike upon her sword, and his mastery of Djem So had proven to be able to defeat even the most skilled of warriors; from Tracyn Ordo, to this Mandalorian sniper. His anger, rage, and hatred fueled him utterly as his crimson lightsaber battered her to the ground, opening up her defences for a swift attack; Darth Avara cut his saber through her side, delivering a deep gash that surely would have been debilitating. She slumped back, leaning upon the blade of her sword, exhausted from the relentless assault from the Sith Lord.

Darth Avara lowered his lightsaber to level with her as she panted, and somehow, somewhere, she found the energy to perform one last thrust toward his armpit and shoulder. Avara was smarter than that, and he used the Force to wrap a tutaminis (protection) around his palm. It appeared invisible, though his gloved hand now seemed to be impenetrable as he caught the blade. There was an awkward pause for a moment, as he defended himself single handedly, and then - using the Force to discover a weak spot in the near-indestructible Mandalorian iron - he cast a shatterpoint, aiming to break down and shatter the sword to pieces.

@[member="Kila Cadau"]
 
@[member="Captain Larraq"] @Grozzura @[member="Milo Osbron"]

"Copy Den Mother," Betna said and closed the link. He checked their location on his HUD and found they were halfway to their target. Sighing quietly, he stood up and made his way to the front of the shuttle's troop bay.

"Alright boys and girls! Listen up!," he shouted over his comm as he increased the volume to make himself heard over all the noise. He then started slowly making his way through the troop bay and visually checking that everyone was ready. "I'm your stewardess/team leader today. Otherwise known as 'first on, last off'. Today we're serving up a main course of superheated plasma, followed by an all-you-can-eat buffet of Sith. Hope you came hungry, vode, we're about to dig in."

Satisfied that all was ready, he took up his position as the HUD showed they were about to dock. A few seconds before the shuttle clamped on to the enemy ship, he keyed his mic once more.

"Go ta red!" he shouted, the signal for everyone to get up off their shebse and get ready to assault through the hatchway.

Unfortunately, aside from the shuttle itself, he had no idea what was going on outside. He figured that the continued shaking that had been going on so far was enemy flak, which it was, but he had no idea that his shuttle was one of the lucky ones. The sheer volume of fire had torn up so many, less lucky, assault shuttles...
 
Milo Jumped to his feet but stayed on his seat for the time being. He planned to be one of the last ones out. No sense in getting in the way of those that had trained for years if not their whole life for this kinda thing.
As the boarding shuttle emptied Milo began using his HUD to locate the nearest access terminal for the ship. If he was to help at all he'd have to find one quickly once on the ship.
Finally it was time. Milo dashed onto the ship and took cover near a wall protrusion to look for that damned terminal. As the combat raged all around him Milo almost wished that smug bastard he now owed his life to had never rescued him a year ago.

@[member="Grozurra"] @[member="Arrbi Betna"] @[member="Captain Larraq"]
 
Hearing Captain Larraq's orders, Davin opned his comm, "Copy Den Mother." Davin hooked up with Stike Alpha nd began looking for thebest way to utilize the resources he had. Davin noticed two Sith firgates on the flank raining fire on the assault pods that were trying to board the larger Sith captial ships. Davin saw the assault pods being wiped out and frowned. "Rapier Leader to Sabre, Dagger and Mace flights. It's time for us to get into this fight. Painting targets for first attack run." Davin painted to the two frigtes as he gave further orders, "Sabre flight, punch us a hole through their fighter screen, Dagger flight cover the bombers, Mace flight rain down some hell on those frigates. EXECUTE!!!" After receiving acknowledgements, Davin led the charge. Transfering shields to full forward, Davin and Sabre flight opened fire on the Sith fighters that were moving to intercept them. Davin saw Sabres 3 and 7 go down to the incoming fire but the Sith fighters fell faster and harder to the better accuracy presented by his fellow vode pilots. Once through the fighter screen, both Sabre and Dagger flights formed a temporary perimeter leaving the way clear for Mace flight's bombers. One quick pass was all that was needed for eight torpedo hits on one of the frigates and four more on the second. Davin contemplated a second run but saw that it became unnecessary since the eight torpedo hits on the first frigate hit with enough force to unbalance the ship and it careened into a collision course ith the second. The second frigate tried desperately to evade it's sister ship but their formation was too tight.

The resulting explosion was quite glorious. Davin grinned and keyed his radio, "Now that is what I call an efficient use of ordinance my vode. Regroup!" his flights got back to gether, Davin did a quite tactical analysis. First he noticed that his bombing strike had punched a hole in the covering fire targeting the Mandalorian assault pods and they had a much better chance of getting through. Davin then began searching for bigger game and saw what he was looking for, "Oh yeah." Davin keyed his comm, "Rapier Leader to Sabre, Dagger and Mace flights, I'm painting our new target now." Davin lit up his new objective, a Sith assault carrier. Between her own guns and the assault carrier's support ships, his small formation of fighters and bombers would be torn to shreds before they got anywhere weapons ragne so a differnt tactic would be needed. He ordered his ships to come around to the Assault Carrier's engines. Going right up thier ion trail would make piloting interesting and it would be a significant drain on their shields, but it looked to be the best approach. The Assault Carrier's support ships where all on the flanking sides of the larger capital ships though their was a large contigent of fighters to deal with. Davin ordered his ships to stay back at interval Bravo. For what he had in mind, he neede them to stay back a bit. Facing a large contigent of enemy fighters alone was risky but it was worth it. Davin transfered his auxiliary power to the forward shields and slammed his throttles forward. The YT-2000 leaped forward head long into battle. The Sith fighters quickly moved to intercept and withering fire began to slam into his forward shields. Davin managed to roll the ship and his turret gunners managed to take down a few of them as well. It wasn't long before his shields were screaming alarms indicating imminent failure. One final roll and Davin dropped his own payload, a Void-7 seismic charge right in the middle of the fighter formation. Davin then broke hard to port and angled his shield to balanced fore and aft as the charge went off destroying everything within its blast radius, including all of the fighters leaving the Assault Carrier's engines completely vulnerable. Seeing the opportunity given to them, Davin's fighters and bombers leapt into the fight without any execution order. Virtually unopposed, both the fighter and bomber formations released missile and torpedo payload delivering a crippling blow to the Sith Assault Carrier's engines while Davin moved behind them and used the precious attack time to regenerate his shields...
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Frigate Imperator
Leaving Sith Formation

The surrounding vessels were starting to take note that the elite frigate was fountaining escape pods and peeling away, but -- located as it was inside the V of ships that were designed to fire forward -- their ability to intervene grew less and less as the frigate hightailed it backward. At the helm, eyes half-lidded in concentration on the White Current that spurred their desire to evacuate the doomed ship, Ember waited for the navicomputer to give him a solution for Junction.

Internal sensors showed a few holdouts, all of them making their way here. He jumped to hyperspace, rose from the helm, and ignited his lightsabre to deal with the last of them.

The turbolift door opened, and he got to work.
 
The hatchway opened and showed a durasteel hatch on the opposite side. A split second later, that hatch also disappeared, though from the shuttle door's breaching charge and not from irising into the walls. A hail of blaster fire erupted and impacted on both man and metal equally. None of the Mandalorians went down, their armor was stronger than what most people believed, but there were injuries here and there. Screams and grunts of pain punctuated the incoming volley, but were drowned out by the return fire.

While the fire the Mandalorians received was heavy and brutal, the fire they put up in return was focused, surgical, and aggressive. Here and there, enemy soldiers were torn apart by Mandalorian weapons. Barricades disintegrated under the Mandalorian attack and the few soldiers that didn't run or fall back died from well placed grenades or the incoming fire that tore them, and their hiding spots, apart.

The first beachhead now secured, the boarding party spread out and covered all angles of attack. Mandalorians took up defensive positions and covered the hallways, trading fire with straggler defenders as their wounded brothers and sisters were pulled back into the shuttle to be treated. Betna took a look around as he stood in the corridor, his shotgun hanging in his hands as he assessed the situation. They didn't have any plans or schematics on the Apotheosis, but the layout should be the same for any Star Destroyer. Crew to the front and top, engines and drives to the bottom and back, command quarters and bridge to the top back, guns everywhere else. Simple and not always precise, but it had worked for Betna in the past and it would serve him well today.

"Alright!" He shouted over the blaster fire. "Send the severely wounded back to the fleet. All else, follow me! We're stealing us a Star Destroyer!"

As the warriors around him prepped to move at a moment's notice, Betna turned to the small figure nearby.

"Keep an eye out for system access points," he said to the Ewok. "If you can find one, slice in and shut down life support and any defense systems or the like they have. Also, find a plan for the ship and open the doors from our position to the bridge if you can."

@[member="Milo Osbron"] @[member="Grozurra"] @[member="Captain Larraq"] @[member="Darth Praelior"]
 
Grozurra moved forward in short bursts. Knees bent at a crouch, the behemoth mando'ad held himself in a tactical stance as he moved from point to point with his blaster at the ready. Many of his brothers and sisters moved in formation with the armored wookiee as he pushed deeper into the ship. Together, he and his men butchered whatever Sith they found in their path and continued forwards. Grozurra had sensed something powerful aboard this ship and he was leading his men towards it.

Hand signals and coded clicking on their radios were all they needed to communicate to one another as the progressed through the corridors. Grozurra sensed Sith forces coming, he signaled his forces, they got into position, they murdered the Sith, and then they moved forward. They worked like a machine. And they killed like Mandalorians.
 
Milo was only crouched in his nook for a minute or two before his HUD had located three nearby access points.
In that short time the mountain of armor from the boarding shuttle and several other Madalorians had cleared the hall in the direction of one of the access points. Thankful that he wouldn't have to get into any real combat he ran down the corridor hopping and rolling over the dead in his way.
It didn't take him long to get to the access point. Knowing that hacking a ship of this size could take awhile and all his focus he spent a few minutes dragging some of the fallen enemies into a makeshift wall he could sit behind while jacked into the ship.
The ships schematics was the easiest to gain access to and from there Milo just started shutting everything down from his position to the bridge. Shutting off the interior defenses and locking the doors open for a clear path to the bridge was his first focus, the life support while on his list was the last thing he would try to shut down.

He almost had the way to the bridge cleared when he heard the sound of several sets of footsteps running down the corridor in his direction. Taking a quick survey of the gear on the dead he located a few grenades and grabbed them, and threw they in the direction of the approaching enemy. two load bangs and some debris later the hall was silent once again.

Back to work. Path to the bridge cleared. Life support shut down. Milo locked escape pods in place as well as lock all the doors in the vessel that didn't lead to where his allies needed to go for good measure. Milo then took another few minutes gather some more useful gear from the dead and piled his makeshift defensive point a little higher. Then he sat and waited, he knew that at some point someone on the other side would try to undo what he had done.
Milo would be ready.
@Grozurra @Arrbi Betna @Captain Larraq
 

Kila Cadau

Mando Rally Master (With a metal kneecap)
Kila 's face paled beneath her helmet as her besk'ad shattered. Oh dear. She thought vaguely, eyes sweeping the ground as she glanced around for a shard - nope, nothing. She glared hatefully up at the Sith and swung a punch in a last-ditch attempt to catch him off-guard and do some damage. At this point, she had given up the idea of winning, and just wanted to hurt Masky as much as possible.

@[member="Darth Avara"]
 

Jak Skirata

Guest
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Several Minutes Earlier, Aboard a Mandalorian Star Destroyer
All hell had broken lose with the return of the Sith fleet. Fewer and fewer drops were being made due to their dropping chance of success. He was one of the unlucky ones that were being forced to drop even with this stipulation. Luckily, Davin and Hobbes, Gilamar's Basilisk War droid. Like its owner, the old girl was old and the lack of memory wipes made her unruly compared to the Cerberus droids he had seen. Gil thought the lack of wipes gave her character. Davin just thought it made her more of a pain.

As the mag-clip that had been holding the pair disengaged the metal beast let loose a scratch, mechanical roar that shook Davin to his core. She obviously hated Sith more than Gilamar. The rush of dropping into space, slashing through fighters and propelling one's self through space towards a planet was to be honest, frightening. He didn't know how his ancestors had done it before him. As the beskar dome formed above him in preperation for planetfall, he said a quick prayer. Hopefully he wouldn't burn up on the way in.
Now~Dromund Kaas

Up above both Kila and the Sith, Hobbes' targeting system found the two in combat. Modifying its course midflight, the droid belowed another ear piercing roar as its white hot body screamed towards the two. Inside, Davin was terrified as the shaking and scratching usually meant bad things. The drop gear equipped onto the droid was ripped from its back with a loud shredding sound, sending the droid spinning.

It was able to correct its course though, and landed with a loud clang and crunch several meters behind the Sith, sending debris flying. The beskar dome retreated, revealing the black and blue armor of Davin Skirata. <Sick 'im girl...> he muttered in Mando'a, patting the beast's metal hide. With a mechanical snarl the beast flung itself forward, charging at the Sith.
@[member="Kila Cadau"] @[member="Darth Avara"]
 

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