Not the Hero this city needs, but the Villains it Deserves! [OS/TU versus GR]

[Laira Darkhold]

Chevu bolted, even from the wounded Dark Jedi Master. His intentions had been benevolent, but trying to convince a former victim of his benevolence wasn't something Draco had anticipated would be easily. Broken Ribs, pulled muscles, and what felt like a damaged lung, the Mandalorian pulled himself up to his feet, seeing the fine rear end of the Mirialan as she bolted.

He coughed a bit, less blood in his spittle this time and then moved through the building, leaving out the back away from the executive building. Things were heating up and Mandalorian warriors everywhere were downing local area shields. Smoke clung in the skies, and rubble from a falling skyscraper sprayed through the area. Light was just beginning to cut through the smoke and dust again, and Draco turned. A small group of his warriors were returning to him, offering assistance in the form of twenty six beskar plated bodies.

Fear was abundant, Draco's strongest ally, always present in places like this when he needed it. If there was one benefit to bringing the Sith in a raid like this, it was their undeniable knack for causing mass destruction. He cut a smile, "Its time for us to get out. Chazwa's burning and breaking. We will leave them with a couple of gifts and get out."

The warriors all smiled devilishly beneath their visors, knowing what their Drahr'buir had planned. It was time to book it for atmosphere and leave the Republic with some a parting gift. Draco drew on the power of the Force, pulling the on the deep seeded fear that permeated the area. The Republic had long feared the Sith, and the Prime Minister had played on their fear, using it to manipulate the civilians into getting her way. And now it was time to focus on that fear she and the Sith had built.

The Force churned as the influence of Draco's mind spread through the city, pushing on the fear of the Republic soldiers and citizens, pressing on the closest groups, trying to tip the balance of adrenaline, instinct, and fear to force the Flight instinct down, to suppress the Fight instinct, to lock them up in a sense of utter hopelessness and drive them to inaction, acceptance of their fate. <There is no hope. Why fight it?> Echoed through the Force, radiating in the minds of the closest groups of Clone and Republic Soliders as the Mandalorians made for extraction points throughout the city.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

[member="Darth Erebos"]

Jack stepped over and through the broken glass window opening and walked silently over to where he could sense his master. He walked past Erebos' left side and came around to stand in front of his sitting master. He didn't say anything, but he did stare at him with his dark eyes. He was too tired to initiate conversation, so he stared forlornly at his master, waiting until Erebos was ready for...whatever. Jack didn't know.

The white ash still covered him quite thoroughly, so he looked like a Force Ghost.

 

[Shaddi]

Location: Edges of Chazwa's New sink hole.
Objective: It's time for another lesson
Allies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"], [member="Nomkneer artzhul"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Darth Rapax"], one sith
Enemies: GR, Jedi, anyone stupid enough to interrupt him

Erebos stood, his armor shattered and cracked, half of his chest plate, the left side gone and the robes underneath tattered and torn as well as most of the robes under his armor. When he sensed his Apprentice arrive he slowly stood but grunted as he felt his leg was fractured and at least three of his left ribs were broken though using Curato Salva the pain was numbed and he could feel that his leg was getting better. "I'm glad to see your alive Jack What happened?" He then asked as he leaned on the blaster rifle he had taken as a crutch.
The violent dust cloud from the formation of the sink hole near them filled over the hole leading to the surface and a violent quake came over the ground. A Vision of his Friend Mythos falling into it came to Erebos's mind and he fell back against a wall and placed his free hand against his face. "We must get going, a friend of mine is in trouble." He said as he began to determinedly move out of the hole were he had been buried by the artillery barrage. As he was half way up the path he turned his head towards Jack once more. "Come we need to get going... also you might want to get all that dust off you... you look like a ghost."

 

[Keira Priest]

Everything was there, then it wasn't. That was the best way Keira could entirely summarize what had happened the second the explosives had been set off, shaking the ground beneath her feet before collapsing it entirely, leveling a section of the city for nothing short of a mile and ending countless lives, some of them civilians that had simply been caught in the crossfire. They fell for what seemed like forever but took what was likely a handful of seconds, and she drew on the Force nothing more than instinctively in order to protect herself from the very worst of the damage that would be received. Survival was her ultimate goal. It would be nice to still be breathing once she reached the bottom.

And reach it she did, her armor cracking in the places she landed on it. While some amount of ballistic protection had been provided, no matter its quality no armor could yield the protection necessary from a fall like that. Her helmet had no doubt reduced the odds of her having a concussion, but she wouldn't be surprised if she had one. Funnily enough the HUD still functioned, and so she merely lay there, reading reports from the rest of the battlefield as they scrolled in front of her eyes, many of them related to what had just happened. Casualty reports were skyrocketing, but she removed that notification only after she had digested that number, instead focusing on those that still lived.

Her ears were still ringing from the deafening force of the blast, and she couldn't detect any injuries that stuck out as life-threatening beyond the fact that her everything hurt. There was no doubt she had broken something, even if she wasn't quite sure what it was just yet. Raising and turning her head she grunted slightly in the pain even that simple gesture caused her, but she couldn't detect anything explicitly out of place. No spinal injuries, then. That was always nice. The next step was moving her arms beneath her to lever herself up so she wasn't lying flat any longer, and she did just that, not quite managing to stifle a quiet exclamation as her right arm burned and protested profusely when she put any weight on it. Alright, so that was broken.

Coughing in order to expel any dust or debris that may have found its way inside her lungs she managed to activate the in-helmet comms that connected her to her men. "Report in." Her voice was hoarse and barely understandable for the pain she was in, but she wanted to know who had survived, if anyone had. Hopefully the Sith was among those too many war dead.

[member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Commander Lusk"], [member="Dish"]

 

[Mythos]

Success or death.

It was an ideal implanted upon the minds of many sith but none but his master and Mythos himself took it to heart so viciously. Darkness covered the veil of his eyes for what seemed like an eternity, the pain that had gripped him since his jump and fall was gone now replaced by only darkness and the smell of blood and debris. Ophidia had told him that there was no third option, there was no redemption for weakness and futility. There was either victory and power or defeat and death, it was that simple.

In the blank darkness of his subconscious death almost did come, it was then pain brought him back from the brink once again stabbing him into consciousness by the gravity of the colossal cavity on his lower abdomen. He was not crushed by anything too heavy, he was under rubble and stone mixed with steel but he could still breathe slightly well and nothing was pressing down upon him too severely. He tried to move and push his arms but the pain his body did not allow it, he tried to speak but his strength faded from existance with every breath... It was easy just to lay down... just to Die...

The rubble started to move and the furious roar of defiance against death slowly rose as he did, fury started to build up in his body and the will of the Sith Lord manifested itself into the force slowly lifting the rubble and duracrete along with the durasteel and stone that was upon him as now more than ever his first training with his Master bore true fruits. Through the pain, through the impending doom and the shadow of death looming in the battered and bloody image of Lord Mythos stood above the rubble with one hand with his palm to the sky raised high and the other clutching his bleeding injury from his abdomen. The rubble and durasteel began crashing around him as his sight blurred and his knees hit the ground with a crack and thud.When he closed his eyes he could feel his life force fading and the gushing of blood around his lower abdomen take force yet Mythos still refused to go down...

He checked his communicator and found the fall had destroyed it, in moving his left arm he found also that the lower bicep had been completely destroyed and the bone protruded outside the arm. Gritting his teeth he reached through the force, seeking anyone who beamed a familiar presence, it was not long until he sensed the presence of the only being in the galaxy Mythos called friend. "Erebos..."

The Knight would see it clearly, the path that Mythos had taken into darkness and the force forsaken hole of death he had been plunged in... suddenly Mythos felt a beat in the force... a heart beat, as if something called him from a few feet beneath the rubble. The call was so strong he felt compelled to forsake his own bloody and battered body to seek it. Crawling through the debris and rubble of the walls that still collapsed upon each other he reached the mound of rubble that beamed the call of the darkside...

He wiped the rubble slowly with his half good hand and unveiled the sight of the source of the call... The Valthris crystal, miraculously unharmed as it was wrapped around the bloody flag... of the one Sith. Taking the crystal into his bloody hand he chuckled under his breath manically as he searched for the second object of his desire once his stamina slowly started feeding off the crystal in his hands. He raised his right hand and called to it once he regained his bearings.... rubble parted from two trooper corpses that died crushed under stone and suddenly the axe sailed gently into his hand...

Once the hilt of the axe was wrapped around his fingers... his strength started returning. "Pathetic republic scum..." He spat under his breath, blood seeping from his mouth indicating internal injuries. "I... will kill every last one...of you.."

Figures started moving around him..shadows of death that refused to die easy. The surviving Jar'Kai methodically flocked around him and the handful that were least wounded moved to help him stand upright and were met with a prideful recoil from the Sith Lord.

"Your King can still stand!" Mythos boomed, though he barely could... the prideful statement sent a chill down their spine knowing that it was the darkside of the force that kept his body standing and moving, his will to live and instinct kept him alive. The axe pointed to the bodies that lay under the stone and rubble as Mythos gave a final command.

"Dig your brothers from the stone, kill the wounded, if you find anything that is not ours... Take their skull, do not let them bury their dead whole..."

Systematically they began to move, the sound of death would wash the darkness, behind Mythos' sight those Jar'Kai wounded that could take their own lives themselves did so by placing their lightsabers upon their chest and igniting it, those that did not... were aided in the act by those they had fought along side.

Mythos moved to a young Atrisian man and knelt beside him. The young man was beyond help even if they could escape, the stone that had been lifted from him crushed almost every bone in his body as well as depressing half his face yet somehow the boy lived. "What's your name soldier?"
The boy struggled to speak, the pain he was under made every breath he took painful beyond measure.
"Akio sir." The boy said, grasping Mythos' hand firmly and drenching it in blood as his eyes darted around desperately from the pain.
"Like the famed Emperor of old, powerful name.... Where are you from soldier?"
Gasping he responded. "Atrisia, Jar'Kai My lord."
"The Capital..." Mythos pulled the rudis of the dark lord from his back and placed it at the young boys' chest. "I have one last mission for you Akio, can you do one last task for you king?" He placed the hand the boy was gripping him with on his shoulder and covered the young mans' eyes. "Yes my lord... Yes i can"
"I want you to think back to Atrisia, think back to Jar'Kai, imagine yourself back home... because that is where we are going after this, i will have you invited over for the hot springs and the festival feasts, the breeze over the strong trees in the plains..."
"Lord My-"
The boy never felt pain... The rudis went straight through his heart, as such "Akio" was the first name emblazoned on the Rudis of Mythos.


[member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Jack Mirrikh"]

 

[Shaddi]

Location: Edges of Chazwa's New sink hole.
Objective: Help a friend
Allies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"], [member="Nomkneer artzhul"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Darth Rapax"], one sith
Enemies: GR, Jedi, anyone stupid enough to interrupt him

As he came upon the Sink hole he stared down it before he shouted out loud, almost as if he was letting out a force scream as he used the force to make his ribs stay were they were supposed to be. "I need a pick up at my location, Make sure it is a troop carrier and I want it here NOW!" He commanded into his comlink and as he got an affirmative he looked back towards his apprentice [member="Jack Mirrikh"], he felt off like he was having some sort of internal strife. Erebos wouldn't interfere for now, this was something for jack to work through on his own, at least for now.
He had to wait for five minutes for the troop transport to arrive but in the mean time it gave him enough time to channel the force into Curato Salva and managed to mend most of his fractured leg but the fracture would still need more time to heal or at least some kolto. Once he walked into the transport and his apprentice was inside it the transport made it's way into the sink hole circling though the large hole until Erebos could pin point Mythos's location, the way he reached out with the force also helped Erebos immensely in finding his friend.
The transport would hover just above the ground near Mythos were it's doors would open and Erebos would disembark. "MYTHOS!" He shouted out, concerned for his friend as he had felt a tinge of pain from him when he had reached out. Spotting Mythos knelt over a boy, Erebos moved to him, stopping next to him staring down at the boy who his friend had just killed. Placing his hand on his shoulder he spoke in a calm voice, masking his own pain from his injuries. "Come we have to get out of here, there is a medical team standing by in the transport and you will be able to get further medical attention once we board one of the cruisers in orbit." He said before he looked over towards the transport and then back towards Mythos. "You need to get your men out of here Mythos, think of their lives as well."

 

[Nomkneer]

Location: Decimus (wyyrlock class star destroyer)
Enemies: Gir Quee
Allies: Lord Mythos [member="Darth Erebos"]

Nomkneer had Gir Quee where he wanted him, of couse the kaleesh wasn't that stupid as he knew that maybe they would aim for an escape. As he got a break from the intense hell and fire exchange while the sudden cease fire was beginning to be processed, he took a few seconds to think about the current situation. He ordered one of his soldiers to bring in a screen view of the current situation down below. He saw the destruction that occured on the battle ground, the explosion caused by the gungans was strong enough to create a giant sink hole. It was rapidly draining men from both sides, Nomkneer is not a compassionate person but he hates seeing men die without a true purpose.

"This is the general... These are the demands of our cease fire, first look at this"

He ordered his officer to send a screen view of what was happening, the kaleesh didn't know if Gir was aware of the situation but he knew that there was no capable man power from the generals side to deal with the entire problem. The images were popping on their screen, Gir Quee saw everything that was happening exactly how Nomkneer saw it.

"As you can see, a sink hole is sucking both our forces inside and if we dont stop it now we will loose all of them for nothing. Order your men to deploy all available cargo ships, anything and everything that would help with the current problem, i'll be doing the same"

He stepped back and tried to make contact with anyone of the one sith who was able to answer this message. There was too much duracrete and durasteel rubble so he didn't expect much, a message was sent to all available one sith members on the planet.

"This is Atrisian General Nomkneer, i have sent cargo ships down there to pick up all survivors, we have made a cease fire and both parties will clean up their part of the mess"

After the message was sent, the kaleesh turned around looking forward to his men and ordered them firmly and loud.

"Find [member="Lord Mythos"] scan the entire ecosystem if you have to, i know he isn't dead, if theres someone who can survive this is him"

No doubt was going through his mind as he spoke this to his crew, they went immediately and took all the available man power with visual on the planet to search for the king of atrisia. They scanned every centimeter of the battlefield and around the sink hole, after a few minutes they had a visual on [member="Lord Mythos"], a smile came to the face of the kaleesh, a rare sight as he is one who doesn't show emotions so often. From his excitement of the survival of his king he was glad that all cargo ships and available medics and supplies were sent to help deal with the chaos.

"Make contact with Mythos!"

The only thing worrying Nomkneer was the fact that underneath so much duracrete and durasteel the communications on him could've been destroyed. Without hesitation contact was made with Mythos, it was a little fuzzy and some static but it was enough to send one last message to Mythos.

"M'lord, I have control of everything up here, i sent all available help i could to dig up the survivors and bring everyone back alive. A cargo ship has been sent directly to you, get everyone out of there sir!"

The message was shaky because of the static and bad signal from the damage caused by the rubble but Mythos would understand by just a few words, Nomkneer was sure of it. Meanwhile all this was happening, all of the remaining gun ships and dog fighters aligned in formation infront of the star destroyer ready to send hell to the republic in case of anything funny. Atrisian cargo ships dropped to the planet and the men inside quickly rushed to work, every one of them started looking for survivors on ground and underneath the rubble. Various corpses were lying everywhere within the battlefield and even more underneath the disaster.

 

[Commander Lusk]

[member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Nomkneer"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

There was darkness at first, nothing but pitch black nothingness where dreams did not exist and thought was impossible. It felt like being wrapped in an air tight blanket surrounded by fog, a complete and total nothing. But soon that slowly began to change, small dull noises like the low bellow of a tuba began to enter that nothingness. And soon those bellows began to change and grow louder and louder and louder until the flood gates opened and noise poured into that blackness like a biblical flood. Crashing pieces of rubble and parts of buildings, broken glass and blaster shots. It was all coming in and it was overwhelming to the point where something needed to be done. Anything to end the screeches and cries of wounded and small battles that ensued around. So there was only one thing to do that would take away that noise. Live.

With a sharp gasp of air, oxygen filled Lusk's lungs as his eyes slowly opened to see the world around him. It was dark and only dimly light by small fires that burned here or there. Rubble and debris covered everything and the top floor of the building he was still in barely held itself together. Thankfully glassteel and durasteel made for a strong and sturdy building or the story would of been a lot shorter. So Lusk checked himself for injury and it was a miracle, he was suffering from what seemed like a mild concussion, cuts, heavy bruising, and aches and pains across his body. But despite all that there was nothing horribly wrong that needed direct medical attention. He had almost smiled until his mind flashed to Dash and what had happened moments before.

"Dash?!" Lusk rang out to his sister as he stood up and dusted off his pulse rifle.

"Dash!!" Lusk yelled out again and yet no one had answered.

Looking around Lusk could see other clones who had survived the fall, the comm operators and a few medics that had been present were around digging their siblings out of various pieces of rubble. However not all of them had survived, plenty of his younger brothers and sisters lay dead across the ground or wounded to the point where the medic could only make them comfortable until they passed. The images made Lusk fill with rage as he kept looking for his older sister.

"Das-" Lusk was soon cut off by the voice of an Isard clone.

"Over here Lusk..." The voice said weakly.

Lusk honed in on the cadence of Dash's voice and he ran to where he had heard it. But what he saw was not a proud commando standing tall and upright, what he saw was his sister laying atop a pile of rubble with two pieces of grooved metal sticking out of her, one through her lower abdomen and the other through her upper chest plate. The man's heart froze as he looked at Dash, his sister simply laying there as her blood trickled down the rocks and glass.

"Dash!!" MEDIC!! Lusk screamed as he ran over to her side, kneeling down to hold her upper body and head.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." The woman said with a soft chuckle that quickly turned to a pained cough.

The woman groaned in pain when he helped lift her head up, letting out another cough that spattered blood on the inside of her visor. Lusk's eyes welled up with tears as he quickly removed her helmet to gaze upon Dash's pale face. Blood ran down the side of her mouth and the woman grit her teeth as she lifted up her arm to hold Lusk's hand.

"Dash I-I'm so sor-" Lusk was quickly interrupted by a shushing sound followed by another cough of blood and pain.

"This isn't your fault... Lusk... you did everything... right." The woman said speaking between pained breaths.

"Don't talk, save your strength Dash. You're going to be okay." Lusk said as tears fell down his eyes.

"I NEED A DAMN MEDIC OVER HERE!!!" Lusk screamed out again as he gripped Dash's hand tighter.

"Lusk.... I'm done... no way I'm getting out.. of this. I need to... tell you something." Dash said as she took her other hand and tore her dog tags off around her neck only to place them atop Lusk's hand.

"No. No no no, Dash you are not going to die. Don't you die, Dash." Lusk said in a emotionally pained voice as his eyes completely filled with hot tears whilst the woman's grip began to fade a bit.

"My journey ends here Lusk... but theirs." Dash said weakly as she lifted her hand and pointed to the clones working hard to free and assist their wounded siblings.

"Theirs is still going.... and they need... you... Lusk... they all... need... you." Dash said as her eyes began to grow more distant and cold.

"Dash no! Stay with me Dash!! Karking stay with me!!" Lusk said as he ran his gloved hand across her face to keep her eyes on him.

"MEDIC!!! ANYONE HELP!! Dash! Come on keep your eyes open Dash!" Lusk's hands began to shake as he looked into his sisters eyes from behind his visor.

"Lead them.... Lusk... take care.... of" And that was it.

Dash's hand went limp and her head and eyes dropped into a dead stare. She was gone, and even Lusk knew that. There was silence for a moment as the clone commander closed his sister's eyes and cried. Lusk had never lost a man before, sure men had died on the battlefield in invasion settings. But he had never lost a fellow commando, out of all of his missions he'd always brought them home safely. But not today, not with Dash. She was someone close to Lusk, someone who he had grown up with and had been in his squad since day one. Since they stepped out of the cylinder as children, and now she was dead. And Lusk could feel the spot in his heart where he held her, he could feel it turn from love into deep hatred and rage over the loss of her. He could feel the need to find the man who did this and kill them, to make them feel what he felt right now. But before he could do that, Dash was right. His younger siblings journey was not over yet, he had to lead them out of this hole.

"RRrePooorrrt Iiiii-innn" Lusk's comm link went off and even through the static the man could recognize Keira's voice. And before he could respond he heard something that lifted his spirits.

"This is Rancor Squad reporting in, we're yellow green up."

"This is Gamma we are green green up."

"This is Foxtrot we are yellow yellow up."

And the lists of squads that came in kept coming in one after the other. His warning had worked and the shields had kept most of his brothers and sisters alive. They were still active in the rubble and now it was time to get organized to finish off the enemy.

"This is Lusk, we're up. Inbound to sweep and clear." Lusk said to his squads and [member="Keira Ticon"]

The man quickly got up, gave Dash one last look before stuffing one set of her tags away and proceeding to rally up the surviving clones. They had Sith to kill.

With his men on his six and himself taking point the clones exited out a broken window and out into the ground floor of the pit. With their eyes scanning around them in night vision, Lusk saw a figure turn and run towards wherever he was off to. However before he could get there, Lusk raised up his rifle and put three rounds into the Jar'Kai's back. The man fell over and soon Lusk approached him and put another in his head while they were down.

"Keira, looks like they're gathering maybe two hundred meters ahead. I can see incoming ships, take the other squads and ambush them before they can leave. Envelop and I'll hit them up the middle as the killing blow." Lusk radioed to Keira and would soon take his squad to proceed to finish and end the one who had taken their family from them.

 

[Dish]

He hadn't seen it coming. One moment he'd been fighting against one of the Sith, the next the streets of the world caved in around him. His armor had taken the brunt of the damage, the shock absorption tech doing all it could to keep his organs from splaying themselves across the inside of his body and succeeding in doing so. His augmentations kept his bones from breaking completely, but as he tried to stand initially and buckled to the ground, it became clear that he'd at least suffered a few fractures. Looking over he scanned the rubble for his comrade, the one clone from his team who he'd gotten out of the blast alive. But he hadn't made it out of the second one. Crushed between two slabs of duracrete, with but a bloody arm hanging out was where his comrade had once been.

Dish sighed, forcing himself to his feet and gritting his teeth as his leg screamed in agony. "Bravo one here, it's just me, banged up but heading your way." The clone managed, broadcasting his response to [member="Keira Ticon"] as he moved towards her position, limping through the rubble amidst the bodies and death, one of his blaster pistols in each hand, having lost his pulse weapon amidst the chaos. Without pause he blasted a jar'kai as he attempted to dig his comrade out of the rubble. Pausing he looked down at the warrior who was trapped beneath the rubble, he would surely die if he wasn't removed. As much as Dish would've liked the man to look up at him with practically pleading for life, instead the warrior only glared at him in defiance. Dish respected that. He made it quick.


As [member="Commander Lusk"] broadcasted his plan to Ticon, Dish found himself making his way towards one of the Sith transports, holstering one of his weapons as he moved and instead reaching into a pouch on his lower thigh and pulling out a thermal detonator, one of many. Nodding as he confirmed they were still there, the supersoldier growled and through the pain returned his pace to normal, which with one like himself was about the speed of a normal soldiers run. Through the pain he gritted his teeth and soldiered on. The Sith were going to pay. They were going to pay. He would make them bleed.

[member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Nomkneer"] [member="Darth Erebos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos did not get up from the young mans' side after his breath slowly left him, anger and hatred boiled inside him as his friend Erebos slowly made his way to him and gripped him in the shoulder. He told Mythos how he needed to get out, Mythos saw how the gunships and cargo ships were prepared for takeoff and he and his men could just bolt and call the battle over.... but then he looked at the closed eyes of Akio, he knew he could not make that call and sleep at night.

When Mythos stood from the young mans' side his blood from the open wound in his lower abdomen protested violently sending surges of pain and agony rushing through his body like a tidal wave of consuming blindness... yet a Sith Lord was bred and born through pain and suffering... it is where they drew their power from. "No...." Mythos said under his breath. gritting his teeth at the words fighting the urge to black out and give in to the pain.

"Let us finish this... have the gunships clean up anything they see, Nomkneer" Mythos said to the transceiver upon Erebos that Nomkneer had used to contact him, his communicator however was thrashed beyond repair. "Tell the inbound fighters to run a bombing run along Ground Zero, that's an order." His eyes turned to Erebos with fury and rage that his friend had not seen upon his eyes since they killed the mother Tuk'ata in Korriban all those years ago, just like then, Mythos faced this challenge head on with not a single drop of fear in his heart.
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"We shall destroy." His voice was booming behind the echo of death and plasma as the Jar'Kai continued to execute any republic troopers they could find and decapitated their bodies while sending the skulls of the fallen enemies into the gunships as if they were loading cargo. As more and more time passed more decapitated heads began filling the cargo ship until the pilot, confused and bewildered on how he had no more space, turned back to deliver the cargo. [member="Nomkneer"] would no doubt be a bit confused as to why there was a gunship filled with mutilated heads coming to board the Decimus. It was a promise Mythos intended to keep... now more than ever.

Mythos saw a blaster bolt aimed directly to his head, crash and depress his skull killing him on the spot, The Valthris crystal allowed him to see this before it actually happened, the Sith Lord ignited his lightsaber and gritted his teeth as his nearly broken arm and his half good one raised the black core of the plasma blade to his right and sent the blaster bolt directly back to the chest of the trooper, dropping him immediately. He paced slowly to the downed corpse of his kill, the blaster bolts had ripped his chest and ribs out of their place and caused an instant death when it hit his heart. With one hand Mythos called upon the force and raised the body of the dead trooper to stand before him and then sliced his head off with one brutal strike of the Axe. As the headless body toppled over Mythos held the decapitated head and helmet over his head and turned to look at it like it was still alive... He then noticed that the trooper had a communicator active... He smiled as he heard the relaying command... he decided on sending a message to his enemies in the dark hole turning on the communicator inside the helmet of the fallen trooper.

"Mythos here...red and up... red like the blood of your brothers and comrades beneath my feet....red like the flag of the Sith that will be raised upon the mutilated bodies of those we have crushed...You can run to the ends of the galaxy you cowards... but you will never run far enough"

He crushed the communicator in his fist and tossed it aside, but the head... the head he decided on keeping... already the second gunship was being loaded with the same and the head of that trooper was tossed to one, who tossed it to another who loaded it into the ship. Like the chain of rocks upon a primitive construction they made a chain of men to toss heads into the gunships, some soldiers did leave upon gunships however those soldiers were not the Jar'Kai...The Jar'Kai did not leave until Mythos did.

About one hundred yards away, one particular image moved through the darkness and killed anything that was in her way...

Martha was moving and she was blinded by rage as she stomped on one Ysalamiri with the heel of her boot and continued her pace through the darkness. Anything that lived, anything that moved she killed, she was beyond reasoning, she was beyond tactics and strategy... she was on a rampage and she had not been wounded severely. Cuts and bruises decorated her and a large gash in her back ripped through the armor but she was not hit by anything that would slow her down. When she caught glimpse of Sith troopers digging through the rubble she advanced and cut them to shreds in the blink of an eye, then she moved on her path through the darkness. Martha paced through Ground Zero with both her lightsabers ignited and primed, upon a particular intersection she found a huddle of wounded civilians being helped by republic clones and taking cover on a half collapsed section of the underground. Their pleading eyes were met with the raised hand and madness of the Jar'Kai Captain, the force moved around her as she focused her vicious intent on the upper slab of the half collapsed section, when she moved some of the duracrete all of it came crashing down killing the civilians and the republic troopers together under an avalanche of durasteel and permacrete.

Without a moments hesitation for her victims she continued her walk of death...Neither Sith, Nor Republic were safe from her now...

[member="Commander Lusk"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Dish"]

 

[Commander Lusk]

Lusk didn't care what Mythos had to say, it was all moronic babble to him. Soldiers didn't waste their breath telling people how badly they were going to kill you when you were just off in the distance. They didn't need to, what would happen was simple, they'd put a bullet in you and be done with it all. So with that in mind Lusk and his squad of about fifteen men had to be tip of the spear for this one, they had to hit the target hard and pull the agro on them while everyone moved into position to finish the enemy off. So with a slight change of plan Lusk looked to his troopers and lifted up his pulse rifle before speaking to them.

"How many lizards survived the crash?" He asked his troopers.

"About five of ten, so if we keep them within ten meters of each other we got a good fifty meter null bubble to wrap around the squad, sir." One of the Mantis troopers said to Lusk in a firm voice.

"I want each trooper with the lizard to stay behind cover and behind the ten of us, we'll head up twenty meters ahead to cover you. Stay down and out of sight so we can have somewhat of an advantage. Reinforcements will arrive shortly but for now we're what's going to hit these guys." Lusk gave his orders and his men nodded.

The troopers with the Ysalamir did what they were told and held back a good twenty meters from the main squad of ten, with the ysalamir within proximity of each other it created a fifty meter bubble where the front would extend outwards a good thirty meters. It was going to be an up close and personal fight but without the added Ysalamir it had to be that way. So that meant they had to hit them fast and hard.

"Double time!" Each trooper put the hand sign up and began to run.

One hundred fifty meters and closing. One hundred meters and closing, the clones ran in a dead sprint with a full combat load until their lungs burnt and their veins pumped battery acid, they ran until they could see the dropship above taking their brothers and sisters heads away. With the clones now in attack range they had a large pile of rubble separating them from the Jar'Kai and Mythos between them. But that didn't stop them, it only helped.

"Kill them all!" Lusk yelled as he hit the boosters on his jump pack propelling himself and the other clones up to the top of the rubble mound.

Now holding the high ground the clones with their force null bubble around them had to start raining hell on the enemy.

"Palo! Hit that drop ship!" Lusk said as his first order of business.

The combat engineer known as Palo raised up their launcher and locked on to the second drop ship before letting the missile fly outwards. As for Lusk his eyes focused in on Mythos, who was just outside of their bubble and standing over the body of his fellow clones. So Lusk had something special in mind for him, something that was designed to kill his type. With his rifle loaded with Sith Killers his sights quickly narrowed and the weapon began to let out multiple chatters of three round bursts directly at the Sith Lord. Explosive tungsten carbide bullets that would shred through armor and explode on contact with a saber to send shrapnel into your enemy.

As for the other clones they were taking part in a shooting gallery of Jar'Kai. Some fired off their grenade launchers causing various explosions to go off here and there, and while the Ysalamir located mid way up the rubble pile no way made them invincible, it certainly helped keep them from getting instantly killed by any force sensitive types from crushing them or pulling the rubble out from beneath them.

But despite all that was happening and combat that was raging, not so far off a single clone trooper Comm Operator was looking through a pair of lazing binoculars at Mythos' position, locking on to individual targets that would be part of something bigger than a simple fire fight.

[member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Dish"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Gir Quee]

Location: Champion-class Star Destroyer Obi-Wan Kenobi, in orbit via Chazwa
Allies: GR / GA
Enemies: [member="Nomkneer"]

Gir blinked. That's surprisingly humanitarian for a Sith...but he is voicing a practical concern as well. One that should be ours as well. The admiral slowly nodded.

"We accept those conditions," said Admiral Quee, "we will be dispatching all available ships to rescue survivors from the sink holes. Admiral Quee out."

Gir tapped a button the headset comlink to turn it off. Captain Lod gazed at him curiously, causing the admiral to shrug.

"This is probably the first time I've come to an agreement with a One Sith officer on the battle field," said the man, "but it's a reasonable one. Dispatch all of our available shuttles and support craft to pick up survivors. Inform any newly arriving Republic warships about the ceasefire, and have their own starship complement move to assist."

"Aye sir."

 

[Nomkneer]

Location: Decimus Star Destroyer (Wyyrlock class)
Objective: clean up the mess and get out of here
Allies: [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Darth Erebos"]
Enemies: [member="Gir Quee"] (but for now we're on Cease Fire)


Nomkneer was sure that Gir Quee would've accepted such tremendous cease fire agreements, they didn't demanded anything just a hand. As Orders were being made the kaleesh made sure to inspect every few minutes to see how the disaster was being handled, He saw in the monitor Mythos and Erebos together but something was wrong. Entire destruction was occurring near them but they were not the cause of it. He started focusing the satellite camera to the right and he saw a woman walking slowly unleashing chaos to any and all survivors no matter who it was.

"Make communications with master Erebos and do it quick!"

Nomkneer was getting impatient as for the current situations, there was still some battle going on down there even though the whole battle field is a giant sink hole flushing everything in its area of effect by the minute. The Atrisian soldiers inside the ship started trying to make communications with Erebos and after a few minutes they were made.

"Sir, we have established contact with Darth Erebos"

"Master, are you ok, i see that your tattered and torn everywhere, tell Mythos everything was being executed before his command was even thought, i am the one who sent all these ships to help out with the rubble and survivors"

After the message was sent he knew that they would hear it and respond when they could, right now it seemed like they had a few problems on their end of the stick. Incoming cargo ships and carriers were coming in from the planet to the star destroyer, Nomkneer had hoped it would be full of people but instead it was full of decapitated heads of the many followers of the sith who died this day. More ships were coming in and out leaving everything it brought inside the star destroyer, suddenly after a few amount of cargo ships and carriers that dropped off decapitated heads finally wounded men and soldiers who survived the fall of the rubble and the demolition of the entire battlefield.

Nomkneer walked towards the entrance where the ships would come in from the planet, and while the soldiers got off their correspondent ships the kaleesh spoke out loud.

"I commend each and every one of you, victory or death for the sith!"

He screamed as he lifted both his lightsabers in a cross shape over his head, even the ones who were barely able to move screamed with joy as they were happy that they could fight another day in the name of the sith. Mean while all is happening Nomkneer goes back to his monitors to keep an eye on the planet and while that is happening the dog fighters were put in positions with all gunships on the line.

 

[Shaddi]

Location: Edges of Chazwa's New sink hole.
Objective: Help a friend
Allies: [member="Jack Mirrikh"], [member="Nomkneer"], [member="Lord Mythos"], [member="Darth Vulkan"], [member="Darth Rapax"], one sith
Enemies: GR, Jedi, [member="Commander Lusk"], [member="Dish"]

Seeing the look in Mythos's eyes, Erebos sighed to himself. It was commendable how Mythos would battle like that til the end but he still hadn't learned that there was a time and a place for such actions and now was the time to get out. Then the brutality began and Erebos decided to take a seat on the rubble to meditate a little and focus on healing himself. He always hated the uneloquence of such acts, they lacked any sense sometimes besides the only goal of spreading fear and as useful as that was it wasn't the only weapon in a sith's arsenal.
When the attack happened, Erebos snapped out of his meditation and stood just in time to see the beheading of the attacker and the words that Mythos then said into the comlink. "Was that really necessary?..." He said as he then trailed off a little as he turned his head towards a cowered position a few meters away from him. "Chit." He shouted as he brought both hands up and raised two large slaps of duracrete up to build a barrier as the transport exploded and it began to rain decapitated flaming heads everywhere. "Take Cower!" The shots that were directed at Mythos from Commander Lusk's rifle shot through the first slab so easily while the other was much thicker and probably reinforced with durasteel which helped it to withstand the assault.
As he was concentrating on keeping the barrier up for himself and Mythos he didn't realize there had been a republic clone in hiding and he used that moment to initiate his attack. He managed to fire off from a pistol a single sith killer round which tore through Erebos's side and caused him to collapse but he then turned his head towards the surprised Soldier and fried him alive with a burst of red force lightning from under him. "Chit!" He cursed as he fell down onto one knee and held the now hole in his side, a rib had been blown out of his body and he could feel the other two broken ones had been shattered. Blood spluttered out from his mouth and it began to leak through the chin part of his mask, he then realized his apprentice was still in the transport. "JACK!" He shouted as he stood up and looked around, but his wound had made him delirious almost to the point of madness and when he couldn't find his apprentice though his clouded sight he shouted up into the heavens. "REPUBLIC BASTARDS!" He shouted as he raised the blow out transport into the air and tossed it towards the frying line of republic commandos.
At this he wasn't done however raising out bars of durasteel from the rubble he held them out in a firing line above him and with the last of his strength electrified them and then shot them towards the blind area in his vision, were subsequently the firing line of the commandos was. He collapsed down from exhaustion and his own wounds, his mind clouding up but then a voice cut through it all, Nomkneers voice, his other apprentice. "Get us out of here, Nomkneer. I..I..I..I'm tired, I need medical attention. We... we... we're under attack send reinforcements." He repeated into the coms as he fell down to hold himself up with his one free hand, then summoning every ounce of his strength he ripped his mask off and let out a Force bellow so strong that he felt his vocal cords at the point of bursting, it was like he was letting out a hurricane in the form of sound as the sonic wave was so strong and electrically charged that every loose object in front of him was thrown away from him. Around him was an electrical field as he used every ounce of energy inside his tonka amulet into it. Once it was done he fell limp onto the ground, blood pooling around him as his consciousness began to fade, his body broken, bloody and most of his armor so beyond repair it would need to be rebuilt from the ground up to be useful once more, if at all.

 

[Jack Mirrikh]

[member="Darth Erebos"] | [member="Nomkneer"] | [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Lord Mythos"]
"Holy craaap!!!" shouted as heavy ordnance and gunfire rocked the transport. He grabbed onto a the straps above as the transport started to spiral downwards. As if that wasn't enough, something gripped, stabilized the transport for a split second and then made his heart lurch to his throat as the shuttle dropped like a roller coaster and was flung downwards.

He had faintly heard his master's voice. It was laced...no, drenched with anger and fear. Did Erebos think him dead or captured? What was happening?!?

He legitimately feared for his own life, so he yelled in terror as the horrific ride continued. The centrifugal force of the falling and spiraling transport became too much for his grip. He was flung from the ship before it crash landed. While he was falling through the air, he gripped his lightsaber for comfort, but it fell from his grip; it was accidentally activated just before leaving his hand.

On the ground, a lone survivor far separated by his still living company men by the grouping of soldiers killed by Erebos' salvo of transport ship and/or electrified metal rods stood up to deal with his battle shock and take stock of the situation. The lightsaber nailed him right in the head a split second before Jack's predominantly horizontal momentum tossed him into the chest of the man. The man's dead body was pinned to the ground by the lightsaber in his dead head. Jack lay on top of the man, dazed, confused and deeply winded.

He heard shouting and it pulled him back to reality. He needed to move and get out of Dodge much sooner than later. He got up, took his lightsaber and ran down into the bowl where his master and Mythos were. He needed to find his master and put an end to this horror show.

 

[Mythos]

Suddenly. Hell broke loose. Under the rubble and stone plasma of lightsabers met the oncoming hordes of clones in the hole on the ground.

The back bone of the forces began to take heavy fire from explosives and grenades being launched left and right and the blood from the open cavity in his lower abdomen caused Mythos to shift and see blurry from time to time, now was not the time to feel woozy or restless.

The Sith Lord felt quite at home strangely, the sound of battle was music to his ears or maybe it was the massive loss of blood that caused him to lose touch with reality.

His eyes shifted as the force moved through the battlefield, he did not feel the draining power of the Ysalamiri however he did know they were close because of the particular way they messed with the threads that moved the all encompassing force. When he saw the rifle being raised, he raised his hand to meet it, it was not to block the attack or to stop the bullet or to absorb it.... but to pull a massive chunk of durasteel and duracrete from the ground a full meter thick and raise it before him to create an artificial shield from the Sith Killer rounds that were perfectly placed to rip him to shreds. Yet even thick duracrete could not stop those rounds for long.... Erebos was right...They needed to bolt and quick, they had overstayed their welcome and without the full might of the One Sith armies behind him and a handful more Sith Lords this was a lost battle...

The big dogs of the yard had come back... and we needed to leave before they got hungry.
- Trooper Jinxo, 4th battalion. Atrisian Regiment.

He dived to the right shoving his face under Erebos' arm and picking him up using what remained of his strength and the force itself. "I'm sorry. I should have listened to you, i never karking listen to you, next time" Mythos plunged his axe into a republic trooper with his free hand and got caught by a Sith Killer round from Lusk in the arm, the bleeding arm, the arm that a bone sticking out from it, the arm he used to split that trooper in half.

How did Mythos manage to use that arm even after the very bicep wad been shattered? Simple... he used the force. Which is why he was too concentrated to notice the oncoming grenade that landed below his feet.... that would have been the end of both Mythos and Erebos... If the Jar'Kai closest to him did not pull the grenade with the force into his chest then dive with it through a pit and have the grenade detonate with him below the ground.... such was loyalty of his fighters... such was quality of his men.... fearless, loyal to the death... willing to lay down their lives for their King. The man faced death... but he never screamed as the grenade went off and shook the ground beneath them.

Mythos placed Erebos in the next available transport ship while ducking for cover and having Sith troopers land and reinforce their positions firing back with equal fury against the republic counterparts. "Next time i don't listen to you, hit me really hard" He said, pulling off a laugh that spurted blood from his mouth even in these situations. "You get out of here...I will join you soon... I have to find Martha..."

Mythos might not have said those words if he saw Martha as she was now....When the republic troopers stormed forward pinning their positions they made the call to forsake their back flank, a good call, there was no way a sith force could be maneuvered to their rear and strike them from behind. Martha was not a sith force, she was a single woman who was gone, mindless, in a bloodthirsty fury that when met by the back flank of the republic troopers resulted in what was expected... Violence...

Screams as the red crimson lightsaber began to stab through backs and split men in half began to wash the republic rear flank. By the time they realized they were being attacked from behind Martha was already sorrounded by Republic Troopers in close quarters and she did not need the force to begin physically assaulting them one by one. They had a problem now, they had a giant red headed woman almost in her birthday suit beating everything that moved with two crimson lightsabers and pot shots from any type of round did not even seem to slow her down.

She was bleeding from every visible part of her body, her jaw was dislocated from the fall and her head appeared to be cracked open yet she just kept going, one down then the next, knees, fists, lightsabers, elbows and her boots all met the troopers before her and soon, they started to notice that some of their brothers were not answering coms, they started to notice a small lack of firepower behind them and when they looked back Martha was there and she looked like something out of a horror story. She just screamed, a ear shattering scream mixed with blood as she brought her massive frame against anything that stood in her way... if she survived, she would not remember anything, she was blinded by rage and fury not brought on by any force ability. It was a natural human instinct... the instinct to kill.

[member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Nomkneer"] [member="Dish"] [member=Commander Lusk"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Commander Lusk]

[member="Nomkneer"] [member="Lord Mythos"] [member="Dish"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Keira Ticon"]

Thankfully the Ysalamir field had taken care of most of the Lightning that was in play from [member="Darth Erebos"] when it had connected with the force null bubble it clashed and sparked off of it like a light show from the gods, however the bubble was invisible and as a non force user there really wasn't a way to tell if you were inside of it or not. The only way to really know was whether or not was if you were dead from whatever it was the force user threw at you. And sadly for three Republic clone troopers, they had been on the outside of the bubble.

"INCOMING!!" One of the troopers said as the remains of the transport came at them.

The clones took cover as the debris and ship parts hit the wall of rubble and rock causing it to start coming undone upon itself. With the mound shaking tons of pieces came loose as it destabilized and began to crash. A single clone trooper was lost to the slide and ship crushing them while others were able to regain balance on their new mound of rock and ship. But the fun didn't end there, with force electric rods coming at them they passed through the Ysalamir field causing the electricity to flatten out, but that still didn't mean you were safe from a rod going about 100 miles an hour at you. With the majority of the troopers still taking cover one had popped up and had taken a rod straight through the chest causing them to fly backwards and be pinned on a piece of rubble. Out of the original fifteen of the troopers who had arrived, five were already gone. But wait, there's more.

With the Ysalamir bubble still up and functioning for the time being the bellow of the force reached the bubble and took the force right out of it, reverting it back to its original pitch of sound that would of traveled towards the clones. Thankfully sound dampeners in the helmets did what they could or the continued bellow would of destroyed their hearing for good.

"Thirty Mike Mike!! Forty Mike Mike!!" a Lusk said to the four surviving clone troopers who were still fighting a top the now slumping rubble pile.

The clones quickly switched to the shotgun style grenade launchers on their rifles and began to pelt the enemy position bellow with high explosive thirty millimeter grenades. Lusk had taken a pretty good hit from the incoming ship and had shrapnel sticking out of various non plated areas of his armor that breached the armorweave layer, blood trickled out of his wounds and he felt the massive pain every time he moved, but that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was that they paid for what happened to Dash.

"Sir we have a problem back *gah*" The comm rang out and soon they had another problem on their hands.

Martha, the one Lusk had attempted to shoot earlier had just downed Ysalamir troopers along with two of the lizards that came with them causing their force null bubble to shrink even further. The clone remained just barely covered by a few meters and now she had to be addressed. Even though she was unexpected variable in the plan, everything was coming together.

Lusk quickly emptied the remaining clip of ammo he had at Mythos and dropped the spent magazine to the floor and popped in a new one as he turned to look down the rubble hill. There the woman was, killing his family and now she was in the kill zone, they all were.

Lusk was just the distraction, just the tip of the spear to get the enemy to stay right where they were while remaining clone squads moved in to envelop and destroy. So with the woman now in the Ysalamir field Lusk had her and Mythos where he wanted them, they had been out flanked.

"No survivors." Lusk said coldly as he aimed down at the red headed Martha.

The clone commandos pulse rifle erupted in a spray of bullets at Martha while she stood over his sister's dead body. And it wasn't just his rifle. Weapons from other Ysalamir troopers to her left and right opened up on her and to make it better Gamma squad bringing up her rear began to open up with small arms fire on her position as well. Mythos had taken something Lusk loved from him, now he was either going to take her from him, or make her suffer and bleed knowing he wasn't good enough to get her out in one piece.

But that wasn't it, all around the Sith's position the clones had encircled them and were now raining bullets and bombs on their position. Pulse rifles fired and men were falling on both sides, but this battle was over and the only thing Mythos could hope for was that he pulled out in time before Lusk ended him and everyone he gave a crap about.

 

[Dish]

[member="Commander Lusk"] had the woman, so Dish found himself dealing with other issues. Rushing into the fight the dark armored soldier instantly let off a barrage of blasts, catching a group of Sith Troopers off guard the shots dropping them with ease and leaving scorching holes in their chests. Snapping right he fired twice and took down two more, then thumbed the switch on his thermal detonator, and hurled the explosive at the nearest Sith transport with all his might. Augmentations had given him the strength to place it right at the landing bay of one of the most recently landed transports. There was no time for the troops, hauling their wounded into the craft, to escape. In an instant the blast engulfed the bay of the ship killing any and all within.

Storming forward the trooper fired again and again, claiming life after life as he descended upon the Sith lines alone, hoping that the yslamari equipped troopers would arrive at his position shortly and render the man nearing the trooper's lightning useless. After all, even lightning could harm the force dead. That said, Dish still took up position behind some rubble and drew his second sidearm. He took a breath, calming himself before he turned around the edge of his position and opened fire.

His blasts were directed at none other than [member="Lord Mythos"], and his guards. The move was gutsy, but it wasn't stupid. Laying into the jar'kai around the Sith Lord the Dreadguard simply waited, with each step closer they came into his domain. And as he'd proved before, the jar'kai may have been good, but they weren't as good as him. Though he wasn't all that sure the same could be said for the man they guarded. However if Dish did happen to die here, well it wouldn't bother him for obvious reasons. "For the Republic." He snarled underneath his helmet.

[member="Jack Mirrikh"] [member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Keira Ticon"]