Invasion The Return : The Battle of Mandalore [TN Invasion of TSE Mandalore]

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

Objective: Free the slaves
Enemies: Eversor
Allies: Curtis Learchin

The tram Lori was on slowed down, while the one Mythos was on disappeared ahead of them. And there was no sign of him anywhere. Lori breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to the Mandalorians chained up, the blue of her lightsaber highlighting her features to them. "I think he's gone. Liberation is at hand. We've got to get you all out of here. I have a ship and more are on their way." She started walking around the rows, using her lightsaber to cut through the chains that held them.

Once she had gone through the tram, repeating the same thing over and over to everyone, she heard the message from Curtis. Phew! He was alive! But busy. No doubt he was fighting someone else. Yet at least the power was cut. Lori turned to the growing crowd of Mandalorians, each of them looking to be unsure of what was going on, but hopeful. "The power's been cut. We can move along the rails easily enough. I'll get us through this. I promise." As the tram finally came to a stop, she jumped out of it. Then she created a ball of Force Light, glad that she had mastered the skill and lifted it up, using it as a light to guide them through. Of course it'd probably be a beacon to any Darksider, but she needed to save her lightsaber's use for combat.

Lori waved the others to follow her and started to move at the pace of a jog.

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Location: Moon of Concordia. Fortress Imperious Detention Wing
Objective: Break important looking Sithy things. Free any captured prisoners.
Tags: Marrow Lark Taru Cadera

As the grenade was tossed, Aaran had ducked behind the stalled door, thankful that for all their posturing. The Empire still did build sturdy walls and doors. Letting the blast be absorbed by the reinforced door, the body of an unfortunate Sith Acolyte, as well as several guards.

"Honestly was not expecting that to work so well." He said, poking his head back around the edge of the door to observe the damage that had been inflicted. He never actually suspected that Sarrius would attempt to take the grenade head on. Diving to the side perhaps, throwing up a barrier maybe. Aaran wasnt sure if he legitimately caught the Sith by surprise, or if the Pureblood simply vastly overestimated his own durability.

At Lark's own speech, an attempt to weakern the Jedi's resolve. Causing him to doubt his actions. Question his reasons for coming here and the consequences of coming here to rescue the prisoners of war. He opened his mouth, a retort on his lips before the words of some other voice reached his mind. Pleading with him, begging him to stop the Sith in front of him. He raised a brow.

"Sarrius, Kyrel Ren, Agents of the Directorate, more pirates and criminals than I care to remember. All of them tried to kill me. Still here buddy." Aaran spoke evenly, seemingly overhearing the slight internal arguement between Lark and his inner self. He even looked down at Sarrius and spread open his hands. As if presenting an example to Lark of the usual fate of those who tried to end the Jedi's life. Beaten, but still alive. Embarassed, but still breathing.

Focusing his will. Aaran himself sent a single message, grabbing onto the tenuous connection that had formed between Lark's inner voice and his own stream of thought. A single message that would hopefully pierce through the mental defenses the young Sorcerer had set up and reach the glimmer of innocence that still remained.

I can open the door. Its up to you to walk through it.​

With a gesture, the lightsaber on Sarrius' waist flew to the Padawan's hand. Only to be clipped onto Aaran's own belt. Figuring that leaving him alive, but taking his saber would be so much more painful to the Sith Acolyte's pride than the Jedi just disarming him or beating him in a fight. Once again driving Sarrius' rage to greater heights by simply refusing to engage him. If the situation was less serious. If his opponent less bloodthirsty, Aaran could find the whole situation quite hilarious.

But the time for such jovial moods had passed. Reaching into his robes, pulling out a small bacta spray. "Do you wanna?" He asked, offering the vial out to Lark, making a small gesture towards Sarrius. Offering the medical supplies to heal his enemy. "I mean, you call me out for not grieving, really gonna leave your buddy bleeding out here?" He asked, before seemingly deciding to change his mind, tossing the bottle to a nearby engineer. A rather bookish looking young man, not much older than the Force Sensitives, nearly dropping the bottle as he caught it on reflex, blinking once before turning to look at Lark, a look of mild panic in his eyes. Not quite sure what to do in this situation.

"But uhh. Lets be honest here. I'm about as responsible for those prisoners you killed as Sarrius here is responsible for his own injuries because he didnt move fast enough."" He cracked his neck, loosening up stiff muscles. One finger pointing at the prone Acoylte. "That's on me." His finger shifted to the dead prisoners. "That's you. Had a nice deal with Sarrius, I showed up on time. And you kill them all, giving up a tactical advantage because you're a sadistic shabhead.

Fingers drifted onto the hilt of his own lightsaber. Not drawing it, but body certainly tense, ready to leap into action. "So. Now its your move. We gonna rumble? Or is all your posturing just there to prop up that ego of yours?"

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

Location: Ronion
Objective: III - Rally the troops, dishearten the invaders
Allies: Telis Taharin-Zambrano | The Sith Empire
Enemies: Valkren Calderon | Beltran Rarr | The Network
Post: 7


Shadows fell over the plaza as a fleet of large ships filled the sky above. A lump formed in Aerarii's throat - well this was it, this was how he died, on some dust blown rock that had been fractured beyond all recognition by generations of warfare. All his hard work and underhanded dealings, his unrelenting pursuit of credits, all of it counted for nought in the face of such a terrifying display of fire power. Surely the end would be quick, and all he could hope for...

"Huh?"

Aerarii snapped out of his panic spiral and turned to Telis Taharin-Zambrano . The Sith Knight lowered his hands, which had been thrust toward The Network ships, and explained that he was off to fight. Rising from his hiding place behind the plaza stage on which Teyn Gratiir stood, the Treasurer-General looked up. The fleet of ships overhead, far from raining down death, were deploying transport shuttles to rescue civilians. Rather destroying the town of Ronion, the invaders looked intent on getting civilians to safety, through Telis had evidently done something to spoil that plan - a number of the ships were clearly in trouble and at risk of falling from the sky.

What The Network did with the city after the evacuation was complete was another matter, but it meant that Aerarii still had time.

"Yes, yes, go. May the Force be with you. Or the Darkness?" The bureaucrat stumbled his words, his mind whirling as he formulated a plan to try and save himself. "Whatever you want to be with you, may it be with you in excess."

Aerarii jumped up onto the stage alongside Mandalore Gratiir and snatched the loud speaker from the puppet ruler. "People of Ronion, look to the skies above. Do marauders come to worlds uninvited bringing relief and freedom? No, they come to grow their slave stock, taking your women as wives to bear their children and your men as workers who will toil until their death." He pointed to the shuttles that were landing throughout the city. "Know this - any who fall prey to the false claims of salvation by the enemy will know only despair and suffering."

Flametroopers from The Network dropped from the sky wielding their powerful and intimidating weapons. "Look around - they come not to help, but to incinerate your homes. If they come in peace, why do they bear such weapons of terror?"

The anger in the proud reached fever pitch. The citizens of Ronion hurried to their homes and returned brandishing blasters and slug throwers. More than half adorned themselves in beskar'gam, which they had carefully stored away for a day such as this. Those that did not have time to go home tore loose durasteel posts from around the plaza and fashioned themselves improvised melee weapons.

"My people, take the streets and to the roof tops," ordered Teyn, his calm and confident voice stark against Aerarii's hysterical near-screaming. While Aerarii had crafted the crowd into a deadly weapon, it was not time for a measure of control to be applied to ensure the weapon was directed against their foes. "Drive the invaders from our town, show them we will never submit to their rule."

The crazed, chanting mob poured out of the plaza and through the streets of Ronion, thirsty for the blood of anyone caught aiding the invaders. Anyone not native to the town or wearing a Sith-Imperial uniform would face their wraith.

While the wild crowd threw themselves against the soldiers of The Network and it's allies, Aerarii began planning his escape.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

Lernaean Base, Ruins of Sundari Palace
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Objective: Kill
Allies: Ellie Mors Alexandra Feanor Darth Carnifex Joycelyn Zambrano Irveric Tavlar BobertEZ Aerarii Tithe Avernus Vaulkhar Senna Valerian Karina Lowe
Enemies: K Kaine Australis (Engaging) @other Mandos in Sundari

Equipment: In signature

"Feth both of you," Australis growled out, but she could hear the faint fluttering, the strain, the pain he was bleeding into the Force even as he embraced the Living Force as only someone not fully trained in it could do. Shoulder wound, angle would suggest... one lung had been damaged. His presence in the Force was wounded as well, his very soul missing a piece. He was weakened, in both spirit and body if what she was sensing was accurate. The currents within the Force rippled further, and she smiled.

A figure appeared, a dark presence was arriving as the paramour of the Shadow Hand appeared behind the Mando. They had never fought together when Braith was, well whatever she was doing to Corvus, but Kaine's chances of leaving this room alive had suddenly plummeted. Which probably explained why he sprung into action, rushing towards Taeli.

She felt the tractor beam's power constrict her, the Mando detaching a piece of his sword and throwing it off to the left and up. Amber eyes watched as he approached, sword at the ready, his armored body a weapon too from sheer weight and height difference. At that precise moment, the precious cargo she was holding decided to make its presence known to her... and changed the stakes for her immensely.

It was also the first time, in quite some time, that Fiolette was not even in the current system with Taeli. She was on Bastion with Nerralyn and Aerys...

As the boomerang came down towards her neck while he came at her, her eyes went from amber to a bloody crimson, showing just how immersed she was into the power of the dark side, fueled even further by the nexus created for her Sithspawn to feed from and the third child she was carrying in her. The snap-hiss of another lightsaber sounded as her concealed shoto ignited and met the boomerang, held aloft through the Force. As for the charging Mando...

As a Sith had long ago said, well she was paraphrasing here, technology was nothing compared to the Force. A telekinetic force rose up to meet the charging Mando and his sword, to hold them in place just as he held her in place with his tractor beam gauntlet.

"Shatria," she snarled, a dark side spell designed to force the blood and fluids within a target to explode and rupture, and she concentrated her attention on the Mando's sword arm. If he had a way to stop the Sith magic, he could save his arm, if not... it would just be her starting point for what she was going to do to him for threatening her child's existence and depriving her family, the family she had built to replace the one she lost, of her...

Kaine Australis would die, and she would do so with her bare hands if need be.

 

[Cara Dorniarn]

Location: Ka'pruni mine yard.
Objective: Continue with Mig Gred and maybe help Karina Lowe

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As Mynock explored the inner yards of the mining facility he would eventually tread far enough to be positioned under an arcade, the covered walkway being one of several in the large space before him. One story below would be an extensive round plaza of metal and stone populated by miners. Unarmed, densely packed, and surrounded by thirty Scourge MK I droids. There were roughly eight-hundred to a thousand miners crammed into the old plaza. These were the new children of Moridinae, a broken people for a broken planet; they were a perfect fit. But both served a higher purpose now, as they rendered service to The Sith Empire as payment for Dromund Kaas and paved a way to give back to a galaxy that their ancestors had pillaged for millenia. It was a humble start to unlocking a more productive future for the former barbarians.

- - -​

The log was sidestepped and the majority of its roots removed with a slash of Mig's saber. Over comms she heard Muen's garbled chatter as he directed the west flank along with Frist. They were getting closer with the east flank nearest to the dueling pair. Cara could hear the sensors of their suits, catch glimpses of their formation through the eyes of accompanying Lancers, and even alter the settings of their weapons if she felt so inclined. Gracious, it was hair-raising. Never had she experienced such unity with the Darkside, and never had she felt the limits of her Mechu-deru so… nonexistent. How easily one could grow drunk on the sensation.

Muscles tensed in preparation to charge the Mandalorian, to tear off his precious beskar plates just as others had torn away what was precious to her. But the Mando was up to something, and before she could throw a blast to interrupt Mig let out a burst of the Force. Cara heard a cry of alarm and grunts of pain. The comms were still rife with static, but their voices were close enough to hear without. A'klar and Viest, two of her other legionnaires, had been leading the east flank and Cara could only assume at least one of them had taken a hit.

"Stand clear, that's an order!"

A flash. She had turned her head to address the teams, so it wasn't clear what it was from her periphery. Out of instinct she flinched, raising an arm to block her head. Arcs of lightning snaked from the Mando's hands towards her, and a soldier cried out from the dead forest, "Commander!"

The arcs streamed around the molecular shield, warping over it in convulsive waves to the back. Cara lowered her metal arm and watched Mig Gred for a quick moment. The clicks of blaster rifles risen to aim sounded off. She appreciated the gesture but shook her head, eyes still on Gred, "Frist!"

"Yes ma'am?" At his distance, the sharp crackle of energy forced him to shout.

"Send two men to communicate with East Team then rendezvous back with West. Surround the facility. The droids will assist."

"Roger that ma'am. Move out!" He didn't question her current situation, fully trusting that the Command Sergeant knew what she was doing. Muen sent two men to interface with the other flank as the rest of West went to the facility.

Cara, meanwhile, was grateful she had been pushed earlier. It placed Mig into range of her shield, granted the attack was steadily filling the molecular shield's charge. She plodded closer, slowly raising a hand of her own. As soon as he was done, she aimed to snag him through the Force and fling him toward herself, her other fist prepped to land a strike in his chest.

 

[Marrow]

Location: Fortress-Moon of Concordia, Detainment Facility 7-C
Objective: Butcher the trespassers in the Emperor's name. Survive.
Equipment: Lightsaber (Red), Sith Lanvarok, and a curved ritual dagger.
Tags: Lark | Aaran Tafo & Taru Cadera
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Pain, horrible, searing, omnipresent pain. Flashes of similar feelings from his childhood training came to him as he lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness, and then the cool touch of bacta broke through his trance.

Gasping, his eyes sprung open, glowing a sullen orange even as he coughed violently, spraying blood on a young man.

A young man. An officer? Vision spinning, his hoarse voice came out a whisper, barely audible. "Shâs... shâsotjontû châtsatul nu tyûk." Pushing away the pain, the confusion, the aching of his torn and battered body, he saw the dead, saw the confrontation between Jedi and Sith, felt... a fading life.

A slave yet lived, barely. Perfect. Grabbing onto the terrified officer, he pulled him down to him with surprising strength, whispering into an ear even as his grasp tightened. "Bring... bring me to cell three. Bring me to the survivor." His lightsaber was gone, but he still had more primal tools at his disposal. Tools beyond any foolish Jedi.

 

[Karina Lowe Legacy]

AND THE DARKNESS RAINED UPON THEM.
Command-Sergeant Karina Lowe
Location: Ka'pruni Mine
Allies: TSE, Cara Dorniarn | Timaz Zi Dipat
Enemies: TN, Mig Gred
Objective: Get medical attention from Timaz in the infirmary.
Equipment: Autokrator Assault Blaster Rifle | SIF-57s Charric Pistol | Thermal Detonators | Commlink | Scramble Key | Field Slicing Kit | Legion Service Dagger

Thoughts swam by, idling through a sea of fog and confusion. Vague images, the distant clap of thunder, overhead lights buzzing, they mingled and merged in half-formed threads of ideas. About herself, the war, of an armoured silhouette, the sound of rain pattering against the glass windows above her- Karina started and sat up, blinking, fighting off a wave of drowsiness.

Had she... Drifted off?

Just how long had she been sitting there, slumped against the door? Karina blinked, her head heavy, pulsing with aching pain. She felt so fatigued, even the exercise of staying awake, of keeping her eyes open and taking in the scene around her, even that took all her concentration.

A few long seconds dragged by, and Karina willed herself to kick her brain into gear, but nothing would lift the fog from her brain. She couldn't concentrate, couldn't think straight. She could barely even keep her eyes open.

No. No. She couldn't just sit there. She was bleeding badly and if she was bleeding badly then soon she'd be bleeding out, which was bad. Quite bad.

Panic fluttered in her chest and her throat tightened. She held onto the feeling. Alertness meant survival.

Karina wiggled her fingers, sending pins and needles shooting up her arms. She tried lifting an arm, and frowned when it didn't move the way she wanted it to. She tried again, raising her hand and waving it in front of her face. Everything felt strangely... Delayed.

Resting her hands in her lap, she slowly, agonisingly took stock of her injuries. She wiggled her toes and shifted her legs. They were fine, unharmed. She looked over her torso, also fine. Her arms too, while spattered in places with darkening red, were also undamaged. It was just her face then, with her cut and her injured teeth and jaw, and of course, the jagged piece of metal sticking deep into her back. Couldn't forget that.

Vaguely, she was aware of her hyperventilating. Karina was panting, sucking in breaths that failed to fill her lungs. That was, she understood, also a pretty bad sign.

Next was the hard part. If Karina was to help herself. She'd have to get up and seek medical attention. Someone would find her eventually, of that she had no doubt, but it could take hours, and by then she'd be little more than a pale, drained corpse.

Straining, Karina tried to stand, but she was weak now, weaker than she had realised, and even as she got her feet underneath herself the weight of her armour dragged her down, and she pitched over, hitting the floor for the fourth time in only a handful of minutes.

Wearing a grimace, Karina sat up slowly and set upon the task of removing her armoured carapace with agonising slowness. First, her gauntlets and gloves. Then the chest piece, and the heavy boots. Finally, with each knock against her wound sending white-hot knives into her skull, Karina extricated herself from the back-plate moulded so carefully to her artificial spine, leaving her in simple black garments, drenched with sweat and seeing spots.

Again she attempted to stand, and this time, unburdened by the weight of her armour, she struggled to her feet, staggering forward and bracing herself against the wall, barely staying upright as the entire corridor spun around her.

Sounds from down the hall. Karina turned her head and looked towards the sound, her gaze falling on the end of the corridor just as a triad of Sith Legionnaires rounded the corner. Tears sprung into her eyes, and she murmured her wordless gratitude as they rushed towards her and she fell limply into their arms. They shared her modest weight between them, and Karina's head lolled forward, the command-sergeant fighting oblivion as they dragged her towards the infirmary.

 

[Lirka Ka]

Location: Fortress Imperious
Objective: Save a Friend
Allies: TSE
Enemies: Network, Alwine Daye

The helm Lirka wore, that stylized and emotionless hunk of metal, was a great tool in meetings like this. It hid the emotion, hid the little kernels of weakness that still festered in her unholy soul. The troopers would never see what happened here today, see the Governor break in her brutal demeanor. It was the way things simply had to be, but Alwine Daye , the “Little Wolf” was no trooper...but still. Things had been ingrained in these months since the Confederates had become another distant memory, the distant memories of an ancient few would ever compare to.

Lirka looked within herself, she was ancient. She had suffered time and time again, and would use this strength today to set things right. The cold would lead the path forward. Though somewhere in her cold dead heart, Lirka knew it was not a good thing the Wolf had come.

”Apologies...are for the distant and the dead. But you are here, and for now you still breathe. The bygones of the past are empty notions of morality. I’ve become stronger now, mere sectors away does fair Thustra stand: it is almost in my grasp.”

But there was anger in her voice, hatred, hatred for the new conquerors of her homeworld. Jedi trash. But she focused soon, the blank helm staring at Alwine once again: it was strange to see, feel, a friend in these distant and foreign lands.

”But you have suffered a far worse fate than me. If I am to believe the holos, the life of a dissident and terrorist is what befits you now? Fighting for Mandalorian trash? You’re better than that!”

Was it scolding, or was it reassuring herself? Truthfully, Lirka didn’t have the answer.

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Location: Mordinae, Dark side nexus near ruins of Sundari.
Tags: Senna Valerian , Vaulkhar , Irveric Tavlar , Adenn Kyramud , Talon Richwood , Amaris Tanenat

Spoiler

Kit: Armour / Crown / Sidearm / Sword / Spear and shield
Squad: Handmaiden/Pythia / Blackblades / Crownguard

Joycelyn closed her eyes and listened intently to the droning and howling of mandalorian machines marching on her position. She had been in the field since she was a child; she had seen Coruscant sacked, the Core burned, Republic shattered, Togorians slaughtered, Mandalore broken. The wheel of war was ever turning in her mind. And so, even in the grip of smouldering rage, she could sense the distance and direction of these incoming warmachines.

Her troops watched closely, all of them concealing themselves as best they could in their broken surroundings. Pythia, inside the house, muttered to herself again, a prayer to Vahl and a spell of concealment.

Joycelyn practically held her breath as the walker came closer, closer. She saw the dust it kicked up with each step. The falling of its feet. Mechanical, bipedal, a scout. Repulsorlift vehicle follows after, she heard the whine of their engines and the movements of their guns.

The crownguard and blackblades knew what this was; an ambush. They waited for the Princess’ signal, and they trusted in the abilities of the handmaiden to keep them concealed until the time was right. They did not strike on sight. Instead, they let the walker move past. Meanwhile, on the horizon, something great and dark rose; The many heads of the hydra reached high over the broken rooftops of Sundari, casting a terrifying vision of doom incoming. She hesitated for a moment, a smile spreading on her lips as she beheld the king of monsters.

Then, only when they could see the side of the WLO tank did she decide to give the signal.

One of the blackguards, nestled in a crow’s nest, took the first shot with his pulse cannon. The weapon was slow, but packed a powerful punch, perfect for opening an ambush. And the blackblade sniper’s aim was trained on the WLO tank’s driver. The recoil was only surmountable by the gunner’s cybernetic enhancement and shoulder padding, and the stopping power was more than likely to put a solid hole in the tank itself, not to mention anyone in the driver’s seat.

As the shot was taken, a blackblade who had climbed onto one of the rooftops and hidden there until now threw their impact grenade at the walker’s transparisteel window, while two others popped out from their hiding places with concussion rifles to batter the walker’s driver and gunner from the sides.

The two crownguard with their broadsabres, and blackblades with concussion rifles and bludgeons rushed in on the WLO to engage the remaining mandalorians on board before they could mount a proper defence. Meanwhile, Joycelyn focused her attention on the walker as she harnessed the dark power of her surroundings to crush the walker’s joints and twist them out of shape.

The Handmaiden, while the fighters did their bloody work, took her opportunity to catch her breath, and began to quietly move out of her shelter. She focused, harnessing the powers around her in preparation for another spell of concealment. They had to be quick; strike first, strike last, not get bogged down in battle for long enough to let the Mandalorians call for backup.

But when the Princess was in the clutches of rage, it was difficult to sate her bloodlust.

 

[Ellie Mors]

YOU AND NOT ME

Location: Lernean Base, Sundari Ruins
Objective: Divine Punishment
Allies: The Sith Empire | Darth Carnifex | Marrow | Lirka Ka | Darth Ophidia | Eversor | Taeli Raaf | Alexandra Feanor | BobertEZ | Joycelyn Zambrano | Vaulkhar | Karina Lowe | Irveric Tavlar | Avernus @ | Aerarii Tithe | Senna Valerian | Cara Dorniarn
Enemies: The Network | K Kaine Australis | Stardust Solus Skirae | @Alwine Lechner| Tahlah Cadera | Adenn Kyramud | Talon Richwood | Scherezade deWinter | Amaris Tanenat | Mig Gred
Equipment: Orbalisk Armor | Braith's Spear (Tossed aside on Concordia)

Darkness within her.

Mortals had tested her since the beginning of time, from the furthest reaches of her memories to the moment playing out before her now. They lied, they deceived, and they feared that which they did not understand. Wars were raged over droughts beyond the control of those with bountiful land, over the face of some passing beauty without an ounce of decency, over the territory and sovereignty of foreign lands. All of them were thoroughly despicable, she had learned that in the betrayal that had sealed her in a tomb for thousands of years - an act that had taken her from savior to destroyer. The Sith, even the actions of her lover and those that were forced upon her to maintain the status quo, sickened her, churned her stomach. But it was a disgust she could stomach, the deaths of those with the potential to retaliate based on their ability to have the chance - what she saw before her crossed the line, sunk below the lowest bar she could have possibly set, and stoked within her the rage she'd felt only once before with an intensity that burned far hotter than it had so long ago.

Fake flesh peeled from her face, stripped from her arms, and the glamour she had worn to appear familiar to Braxus faded away. A permanent snarl was set like a carving in stone upon her face, violet color draining from the irises of her eyes to be replaced by iridescent orbs. Light escaped like a torch from the Mandalorian's grasp and lashed out like the fires of the nine hells for the sister of her former paramour - a reminder that made her rage burn all the brighter. She had been praised as the stars in the sky, the source of light, and yet every single time she gave herself over to mortals they proved to her that they would take everything for granted and refuse her closeness - refuse the path of righteousness, to walk the road she'd tried so hard to steer them on. What did they want more than the visibility of light? What could anyone want more than the purity of creation?

Infanticide was irredeemable, unforgivable. Pure hatred filled her eyes as the darkness beckoned again, begged her to break all of her restraints, to relinquish what little control she held over her senses and allow a release of primal rage. Unlike these gods-forsaken ants, who rolled themselves in the filth of the dirt and murdered their neighbors for looking just the tiniest bit different from themselves, Braith could not carry a child - she was a creation of their own desires for closeness, the guiding light that had came down from the stars and tried to illuminate their trek through the night - and to see someone not only so brazenly take that gift for granted, but to forcibly take that precious treasure from someone without care for the echoes of pain that it would inflict, for the souls that would be torn and forever damaged by this act, drove her to the brink and beyond.

Nogras? Mortals begged for Belagoth.

And she would give it to them.

Black mist drifted up as Braith raised her right hand, its pale, grey-blue, flesh surrounded by this physical manifestation of the dark side of the force. To stare at her through the force would be to stare into the abyss itself, her facade fully discarded and she welcomed the cold hate of death into her heart. In a desire to even the scales of life the dark side itself was flung from her outstretched hand like a tendril of hate, its presence felt as the cold dread that came just before death - like the name she'd been given by the traitors that had pushed her from her benevolent nature to the identity of a destroyer that she now welcomed with open arms. A master of the force familiar with the darkest expressions of the force could recognize it for what it was, a tendril of annihilation made real, the dark side in physical form. It didn't matter if the man was made of beskar, or even if she had been on the receiving end of this hatred, the dark side did not discriminate in its destruction - if his wounds and his actions taxed him to the point of being unable to flee from the cold touch of darkness then he would be wiped clean from the slate of creation.

But to Braith even that could never be enough.

 

[Lark]

Location: Concordia
Objective: Sith stuff
Tags: Aaran Tafo Marrow Taru Cadera

Lark listened to the Jedi's retorts with a passive gaze. The boy's fervent taunts did nothing to trigger any emotional rise within the Sith. Lark was more interested in what his pureblood companion was doing. He barely heard the mutterings Sarrius gave to the officer, and he had a faint idea of what the man was planning to do. Now, it was Lark's job to buy the man enough time in order for him to accomplish his goals. No matter the means, he would see this job done. "Send a detachment to search for the prisoners this hero so bravely liberated," Lark said. A suicide mission, he knew. But if they continued destroying cameras, the Sith would easily know where they were heading and could intercept them. And if they hid within the darkness, there was no limit of troops that could be sent. And the Sith were no idle soldiers, their resolve was as strong as any Mandalorian. They knew the facility better than the prisoners did. A shame he didn't have his Necronomicon to help him. A Warghest or two would have completely turned the tides.

But he had to learn to operate without that primordial tome. Fortunately, even without it Lark had still learned a number of spells and tricks from his time spent training alongside Sith sorcerers. And he had learned the art of the blade from one of the greatest swordsmen the galaxy had ever seen. He was confident in his skills.

But not overconfident. Overconfidence was the greatest killer in the galaxy. Lark knew better than anyone to treat any battle as though it was the last one he would ever face.

"Responsible? Oh, you misunderstand friend. I accept all responsibility." Small flakes of darkness rose from the ground around him as Sarrius was taken away. An aura of horrible energy contorted the space around him, collecting around his enchanted blade. "But the easier you accept their deaths, the more people will die in the same fashion. Thank you, for allowing me to kill them."

Ok, a soft voice said, only to the Jedi. I'll try.

As Lark sent his wave of dark energy towards the Jedi, his hand would slip just an inch to the left. The forceful surge would make its way to Aaron, and while the Jedi was still in harms way, he might notice the attack was a bit off target.

You little bastard, you just won't die. It would appear as though the child within him and the monster that was born in the ashes of Myrkr shared the same willpower. So then, Lark fought an enemy on two fronts. The Jedi standing before him, facing an aura of malevolence. And one within him, who stood before one of the greatest monsters the galaxy had ever seen.

Lark would kill them both to achieve the peace he so desperately sought.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Objective: None, Stab Darth Carnifex

Location: Sundari Palace Ruins

Nearby People: Taeli Raaf ,

Equipment:

Spoiler

• https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/shadow-fox-armor.19813/
• https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/the-historians-reach.115203/
• https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/alexandras-lightsaber-s.23259/

Alexandra had rather apathetically watched the fight, amused by Kaine's appearance and raising a brow at the sacrifice that was intended to increase Alexandra's strength. Alexandra smirked, twisting the light around her almost like a cloak of silk and wearing it physically, happy with the blessing of the light and finding in it warmth as she watched Kaine pervert such a gift for the intention to bring harm. She sighed, knowing the man was twisting the use of the Light to harm others, even if that harm was done in righteous reasons but unlike what he might have expected she remained impartial to this little conflict.

She had not expected to see Ellie Mors arrive, raising a brow at this but largely shrugging off and enjoying the new contender's addition to the conflict, strolling over and looking at the creature again, staring it down while Kaine picked his battle and fought with the two women. Alexandra's eyes and hand traced over the creature, thinking of reaching out and working to dismantle the creature while all those with her were busy but something else caught her attention.

As the fighting continued, a thought remained in her head, knowing that Kaine was still Yasha's love and Adara's father. She disliked the man to be honest but saving his life was likely what she would be forced to do in the end which is why her eyes found themselves returning to the fight and she rested into her stance, staring down those fighting and then watching as it progressed further.

Then there was the gathering of the light, a surprised that caused first a raised brow, but then a glare as she watched the force and the lightside resist the intention but still lurch out. That intent was clear, and she stepped forward, reaching out and projecting her own strength into the force, disrupting the course of Kaine's attack with the light, sicking her own control over the light on his actions and twisting that away from his target. Utter disgust in his choice of actions would be found on her face as she looked at the man that Yasha loved... How she could love someone like this confused Alexandra but Alexandra was not one to allow such things to be done.

Life was essential, Life was beyond all the highest safeguard. She knew that war would cause death but what disgusted her was not simply that Kaine would attempt this, not even that it was specifically Taeli's child, though Alexandra found herself protective of her friend's growing legacy. It was the attempt of perversion in the force that truly disgusted Alexandra. To protect and cherish life was the highest order of the light and Kaine, even if his intention wasn't to kill the child, still intended to use the light in a way that could.

The thought of the Jedi bringing harm to Adara came to mind and her breath came to a chilling halt as she almost soundlessly approached now, staring down Kaine and still exerting her own control over the light to ensure his intended attack would not do harm to the child in any manner. She could not stop the light from expanding though, and expand it may. It may still burn and cast aside the dark but even if it did, even if he used it as a wall to protect himself, Alexandra would walk towards him and draw the light around her own arm. She would stare down Kaine as she walked towards him, still not breathing, not speaking, not causing a sound.

The tendril of darkness that found the edge of her view caught her attention, careful to stay clear of it and careful to remain out of reach. She did not know if it would find its way to Kaine first, and if it did, her next actions would likely found no point considering what such an attack would do to the man, but at the same time she wondered perhaps the light might protect him if he was smart enough to shift his use of it. But if it did strike him down, if Braith's perverse use of the force found its mark, then Alexandra would stand there, and let her eyes go to Taeli.

If the Tendril failed though, If Kaine found her coming within arms reach, if he kept up his lightshow and held off the others, he would find Alexandra standing there, not blade or staff or saber in hand. Just her standing there and raising her hand slowly, bringing it to face him open-palmed and she pushed forward, sending all that force his ally had pushed into her, all of the light that she had directed to herself and diverted from his strike, flowing through her arm and out her hand right into him. It would hit like a freight train, aiming to send him through the nearest window but striking like a bullet, intention to break the man's bones and take him out for the time. She would deal with Taeli wanting his head, she knew Taeli would want him dead, and she knew Taeli would go through her if that was the case.

But Alexandra looked at Taeli, and instead of standing before her and stopping her, she would look at her friend in concern. An unspoken question as to the child's safety and its connection to its mother. Alexandra needed to know that the child was undisturbed or harmed before Taeli would be let loose on Kaine, she needed to know that Kaine's actions, even if stopped by one of the three opposing him, did not do any damage that could complicate things. Alexandra already tended to Adara and her screwed up growth, and while Taeli's child would likely not see Alex the same way Adara did, she was still the child of a friend, and a close friend at that.

So, with the assumption of Kaine's assault atleast halted, even if he stopped himself from being cast out of the room, even if one of the others did stop him themselves, or even if he did find himself flung from the room, Alexandra would look at Taeli, holding up her hand for pause, and inquiring about the child with one sentence. "Is it ok?"

K Kaine Australis Taeli Raaf

 

[Vandra Zambrano]

Post : 6
Location : Little Keldabe
Objective : Leave with the prize and retrieve her sister
Allies Raya Najwa Zambrano Vandra Zambrano Avernus Darth Carnifex
Enemies: Kovhorn R Reyn Australis

Before the reinforcements got close enough for Raya to have to act Vandra decided that carrying just the boy would be difficult enough so she simply settled with any small toys that the Mandalorian woman was holding, She without hesitation or mercy in her eyes snapped her neck and tossed her corpse to the side before Raya started laying down a plan to send Reyn off to the ships, She darted with the others when she said go as the reinforcements and Kovhorn was coming to try and save there prey. She could feel the strain on Raya in doing what she was doing and stopped in her tracks.

Continue your trek to the shuttle with the prisoner under no circumstances is he to be returned to the Networks hands.

Was all she said before she turned and sent her own energies to Raya to keep her going as she saw the first wave of the blackblades arrive and smiled, The hounds and fist of the Zambrano family had finally arrived it was only 20 out of 40 arrived thes rest were left to reinforce the evac point,these creatures were built to crush and destroy the enemies of the Zambrano family and she was confident they could stall the new arrivals as she motioned them to charge and attack the Mandalorians as she darted back to Raya Najwa Zambrano 's Position. Reyn was important to deliver but her sister trumped his delivery in her mind, She leaped over the rubble to a drained Raya hopefully the energy she gave her would help but she picked up Raya using her strength to keep her going as she ran out the way she came with Raya in her arms as she darted with incredible speed towards the ship the goof troop were commanded to take reyn too.

 

[Timaz Zi Dipat]

Location: Within the Ka'pruni mine, infirmary
Currently: Rationalizing, operating
Allies: The Sith Empire, Karina Lower
Enemies: Guilt, the Mandalorians, Mig Gred

From behind the wall of Mandalorian steel movement stirred. The head in the hallway pulled away until there was only a tiny piece of him visible, darkened by shadow. Timaz' gaze remained on the Mandalorian up until a second figure shuffled past him. The distinctive red of human blood drew his attention. The muscles around his eyes tensed when he saw the blood pouring from the soldier's face. His mind began focusing again. The blood acting as a beacon for Timaz through the hazy mist of instinct, a tangible token of normalcy.

His entire body tensed when the soldier turned, however. There was a wound clearly visible in the armour's lower back portion. The wound didn't seem to stem from a blaster, nor a slugthrower. The armour's edges were pushed inward at too irregular a pattern. An implement similar to that used to create the wound on the soldier's face was the likely culprit. A lot more of the human's blood was flowing from it, so much that he gauged death would occur within the hour if left untreated, if not sooner. An immediate transfusion and bacta immersion would have to be enacted. Variables were being created and compared in his mind, specific details of dosages began reentering his thoughts. Slowly his breathing calmed.

The Mandalorian's movement drew his attention away from the legionnaire. A pang of fear shot through him as he stepped back into the room, hiding to the side of the open doorway. Darkness enveloped him once more, eyes closing to concentrate all he had on the sensation of sound. At first, there was one solitary footstep followed by moments of silence. He twitched inward ever so slightly. Then another followed closer, followed by another at far quicker a pace. The massive warrior's steps rang louder with each moment. The passage of time seemed to slow once more. Nothing but the sound of metal impacting metal existed in the physical world.

He'd heard stories about Mandalorian savagery in war. Brutal and amoral, the lot of them. They took in the uneducated, the easily impressionable, and trained them from childhood to become nothing more than machines of war. The reputation of the Sith carried its undertone of cruelty, but no story he'd ever heard compared to what he knew of the Mandalorian war machine's crimes. Dromund Kaas stood testament to their unrestrained intentions to destroy.

The next step fell directly before the doorway.

He dared not think what they might do to him, a willing servant of the very people they sought to exterminate, were he found alive. Even worse, he had acquired a wealth of medical knowledge. Were they to realise this before they killed him he may be kept around as a slave to tend to the barbarians' wounds; be tortured and fed scraps just to survive and share knowledge they were incapable of developing on their own. With creatures who likely didn't have the capacity to understand the difference between antibiotic and antimycotic, much less why simply slathering bacta onto everything would produce limited results at best.

Another step echoed, just beyond the doorway.

Only now did he notice the breath he was holding. As the steps quieted he let it go slowly and quietly, still intent on not producing any sound, but the need for oxygen overpowered him at that moment. He lingered for several long moments even after the steps had died down completely. Despite his personal opposition to the Talz' pacifistic ways, he was far from a warrior. He was a doctor, a medical professional who lived to treat wounds and disease alike. The reason for this career choice was a mix between wanting to separate himself from his fellow Talz and because he genuinely cared to better the world. Despite a cold exterior of professionalism he really did care about his patients. It was precisely the reason he came here, to analyze, catalogue, and cure an aggressive lung disease to reduce the number of deadly pathogens in the galaxy by one. Of course, part of him also sought the recognition of having been granted the opportunity to achieve this by himself, but that was a secondary concern at best.

Or perhaps that was what he liked to think at this moment, having come so close to death. His mind continued to be a blur in certain spaces. What he was certain of, however, was the work still cut out for him. He took a step towards the room's other exit when the legionnaire's situation came back to him. He briefly froze, turning back. He wasn't certain of the distance they could have put between them in their state. Nor was he quite certain if he could even find medical supplies and locate them in time with how labyrinthine the mine was at times. Genuine distress coursed through him as he considered the situation. There were two priorities, the pathogen and the legionnaire. Save one life while risking the destruction of the only evidence of the disease they had on hand, or let the soldier die and remain in the infirmary to ensure a cure can be created. The decision came to him more quickly than he liked.

This time he'd focused on the path ahead. Retracing the clawmarks to a recognizable spot hadn't been difficult. Guilt weighed on his mind as he entered into the infirmary, however. On his way he had tried to reason more, convince himself that focusing on the pathogen was the correct choice. He'd argued that it would be hard to find the legionnaire, chocked down the thought that the blood would likely be all the guidance he'd need. He began pilfering the many storage units for the correct assembly of tools, having lost his own case sometime during his mad dash to escape the first encounter with death of the day.

Once the assortment had been prepared, he underwent the necessary sanitary procedures and shifted away the curtain at the back of the room which hid his makeshift operating table. The subject had remained there, the exact way he'd left them. The excitement was overshadowed by the sense of melancholy he felt. The legionnaire was not his responsibility alone, he tried to reason. There were certainly other medics within the facility. They'd be able to render first aid with the necessary tools right when they found the legionnaire. Even if he went out to search now that he had access to new equipment, quite some time would pass before he would even find the soldier and he had no guarantee that he'd make it in time.

There was no certainty he wouldn't be shot by one of the invaders while searching for or stabilising the dying legionnaire either. The dead Mandalorian was before him now, it was something he could work on right here. Something that could be destroyed at any moment should he leave it unattended. The soldier had seemed to go in a specific direction for a reason, anyways. It was likely comrades were that way, there was no way fellow legionnaires wouldn't help another. He knew those excuses wouldn't help lighten the burden of guilt, but they made it easier to concentrate in the moment.

The sound of the infirmary's door broke him from the task he'd begun. With a shaky hand, he moved aside the curtain separating him from the rest of the infirmary slightly. He thanked the few deities he knew when the sight of sith legionnaires met him rather than the blank stare of the Mandalorians' T-Visors. He shoved the curtain away fully, revealing all three of the soldiers. He recognised the wounds of the centre legionnaire. Immediately he set away his tools to step away from the makeshift operating room, beginning the lengthy disinfection procedures in preparation to treat the wounded.

"The good doctor informs you that he requires bacta spray and synthskin, they can be found in the bottom left cupboard. He asks that one of you secure the patient on the gurney with the wound facing up, please make sure to prepare the breath mask and several disinfectants." The vocoder ordered with its cheerful tone that seemed out of touch with the pressing nature of the situation at hand. It reflected the relief the doctor felt well, however.

 

[Mig Gred]

Location: Ka’pruni.
Objective: Dual Cara Dorniarn . Find the miners. Blow the mine.
Allies: The Network and allies. K Kaine Australis Adenn Kyramud Stardust Solus Skirae
Enemies: TSE and allies, Cara Dorniarn Karina Lowe Timaz Zi Dipat
Gear: In bio

Mynock's mechanical eyes widened when he saw everyone there. It reminded him of the slave haulers and camps that his clan had invaded time and time again. The droid knew this wouldn't be easy, especially without help. He probably couldn't break into the the computers to trick the droids. He had to think. Most likely, they would kill the miners before letting them free, so he needed to get ride of the droids. Why couldn't he have brought a popper? Well.... Obvious reasons but still. He didn't have many options, so the droid switched his Trayc'kad to blaster mode, and quickly peaked around to corner and took one well aimed shot into the closed Scourge's head.

"Come and get me you underengineered scrap heaps!"


Mig was determined to not let the Sith win. There was something well beyond just honor, or duty, or a love of fighting behind it. It was something different. He stopped his Lightning attack when he realized it wasn't working, and would soon find out that it would cause something else. The man was flung towards his opponent. Mig should've seen that coming. They both had the Force as their tool, and often a guide. The Alor focused, twisting himself in the air and charging a Kinetite in his hands. It was quick, it was weak, it did have much time to charge, but it might have been enough. After throwing the energy he prepared for a hard landing. He didn't have much time to prep for it, so if the Kinetite did its job, he'd still be off balance for a second. The mando'ad'jetii tried to stay prepared though.

Assuming he landed, Mig would bring his Trayc'kad back into a guarded position.

 

[Darth Sephi]

Sephi sputtered as blood leaked past ashy lips and fanged teeth. His gaze fell to the lightsaber he had narrowly missed stopping, and the last few moments came back in a rush. He had run forward, grabbed one lightsaber with his bare hand - but it seemed he had missed the other. A shame, he thought to himself as he looked to the BloodHound now perfectly within range.​

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His mobility was stricken, so long as the blade remained in his chest he wouldn’t be moving much - but he didn’t need to. The massive sith spawn moved his free hand with a lightning like speed to grip at DeWinter’s neck - carelessly exposed, and ample for the squeezing. The blood that leaked from his mouth began to bubble into his words as he spoke;​

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“You’re so close, Kitten…”, he whispered as more blood rushed from his mouth.​

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“Just one more strike… One more strike and I’ll be dead…”​

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His malice dripped with every drop of blood, and the lightsaber still in his hand moved to slice away her arm that still held a lightsaber not stuck inside of him; while the lightsaber ever so delicately to his heart seemed to be unable to move anywhere but out of him. He had reinforced what remained of the wound to restrict her blade, though how long he could keep it up was up to question.​

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The real matter of it was whether or not he was bluffing. If Sephi was truly close to death.​

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Scherezade deWinter​

 

[Avernus]

Post: 6
Location: Little Keldabe
Objective: Use my secret technique.
Equipment: Lightsaber, Armor that has been made superfluously flashy with gold paint and embossings, and a bright purple cloak for further ostentation.
Allies: Raya Najwa Zambrano | Vandra Zambrano | The Sith Empire
Enemies: Kovhorn | R Reyn Australis | The Network

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"RUN!"

The sudden command followed by the display that shorty followed was more than a little convincing. The pain from his wound was beginning to get to him. Avernus pivoted on his heels and hot-footed it the other way. Today had been nothing short of an absolute disaster. He wasn't on this rock due to any sense of obligation or active duty and had just happened to be here for personal business while on regular leave. It would be his luck that this attack had to take place on the last day he intended to spend here.

"Continue your trek to the shuttle with the prisoner. Under no circumstances is he to be returned to The Network's hands."

He slowed down after hearing Vandra's order to the troopers and allowed them to pass him as they continued to retreat. He took a position behind them, keeping his lightsaber drawn to provide cover in case they were fired upon. As troops began to pile into the ship, Avernus remained behind them on the ground, covering their entrance. Followed behind them, turning around to see Vandra Zambrano headed their way with Raya Najwa Zambrano .

"Meet them in the middle, let's go!"

With Avernus' order, the ship stayed low to the ground and began to strafe towards the direction of Vandra, hoping to get her on board sooner. Dust kicked up into the air as the ship glided over the dry Mandalorian soil, causing him to squint and be rendered nearly as blind as he was deafened by the blaring drone of the ship's engine. Avernus hung from the side of the ship, one foot inside with his lightsaber still drawn. He was anticipating being fired upon and the only real course of action was to keep his guard up.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Fortress Imperious, Concordia
Tag: Darth Carnifex , Lirka Ka , Marrow , K Kaine Australis , Taeli Raaf , Alexandra Feanor , Stardust Solus Skirae , Imperius , Ellie Mors , Tahlah Cadera

Spoiler

Armour / Sabres / Belt / Edge of Atrophy / Wrist / Jin’Wodasir / Tsaisibola / Xiphos-class SSD / Satwasin

Darth Ophidia followed the Emperor at a distance, eyeing him from behind as they traversed through the corridors of Fortress Imperius. She felt a momentary embarrassment about her outburst as she tempered herself and focused the raging wildfire in her mind into a focused beam.
That focused beam turned to the enemies of the Empire as she made sure the Emperor’s movement to the ramparts was interrupted. It was easy to miss her as she flicked the button of her stealth device and slipped away, only to reappear as her sabres eviscerated hidden foes in a flash of twinned red.

For each slash, she saw Australis’ face; every death was seasoned with the disappointing realisation that he was elsewhere.

The ache of hate, whilst focused, ate away at the corners of her consciousness. In her mind, she played and replayed the scenario in her mind, looking for ways they could have won, ways they could fix it.

Was this failure?

No, impossible; it was just a temporary setback. No war was won in a single battle, rarely was a battle won with a single stroke. She had put her sabre through Australis’ lung, and with such a wound, who would have expected him to be able to disappear. Had that woman, Braith, been able to pursue? It was difficult to say and all the more frustrating.

She stopped a few feet behind the Emperor as he asked her to watch.

What he did was a breathtaking display of power. She could smell the ozone, thick in the air, and she felt the crackle of electric tension crackle between her beskar plates. Crimson lightning cut through the air like a jagged knife, reducing bodies to ash upon touch. She felt them, Imperial and Mandalorian alike, those caught under the fell sky and struck down by Darth Carnifex’ terrible powers. She felt their lives snuffed out and considered what such power could do if had been unleashed before. Could it have stopped that man from leaving? Stopped them before they set foot on Moridinae and Concordia?

A battle won in one stroke.

She was not certain if it was envy, hate, or simple ambition that made her shift the grip on her lightsabre and turn it against the Emperor’s back. The lightning still rampaged through the atmosphere, striking even as far as the ships engaged in space-combat as she approached with soundless steps, ember eyes focused intently on the gaps of his armour, and she considered her prospects.

An empire claimed?

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: Fortress Imperious
Objective: Dash Them Against The Stones
Equipment:

• Kotsnwûl & Woljirtyûk​
• Jen'Shuk'Orok​
• S-5 "Juggernaut" Sith Battle Armour​

Tags: Darth Ophidia | K Kaine Australis | Raya Najwa Zambrano

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Breath in.​

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Breath out.​

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Each inhalation brought with it agony, each exhalation a choking rasp. He hadn't used such power in quite a long time, having relied on his less exhaustive abilities to end his foes or send them scurrying away. But in doing so he had allowed the enemies of the Empire to grow bold, to forget why they had feared the Dark Side of the Force for so long. This was more than just a flexing of his muscles, this was a symbol to drive deep into the heart of every Mandalorian that survived his brutish onslaught. That they had good reason to fear the Dark, and that they would again learn to fear those who wielded its potent power.​

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A message scrolled across the Emperor's communicator, "... Daddy... I know you're busy and you're not gonna hear this till like, sometime after if you hear it at all, but... I could really use your voice right now... remember when I got my arm lobbed off in lightsaber training? And you picked me up off the floor? I thought you'd throw me in solitary like your Apprentices... but you didn't... remember that, Daddy? I can... I can do this. Just like I didn't sob when I.... when you carried me to the medics. Taught me how next time, I would be even stronger. That's what Dads do, right? Teach their daughters not to crumble down."​

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Though the blood thundered in the Emperor's ears, he could hear the subtle shift of fabric and metal. He needn't look at his back to know the thoughts that whirled within Ophidia's mind, for had they not lingered on the periphery of every Sith's mind throughout history?​

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To claim power.​

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To claim prestige.​

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To strike down your master and assume their place?​

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Bane taught that the Dark Side was poison, that to share it was to dilute it. Krayt rebuffed those assertions and stood firm in his belief that the Dark Side was fire, powerful and voracious. Though he, Carnifex, accepted and preached the words of Krayt, he knew that such Banite inclinations were deeply engrained in the genetics of every Sith that served in his vast Empire. That, at any moment, one of them may yet risk everything to claim what they believed was theirs. Kezeroth had attempted the same when the Empire took Mandalore and the Emperor found himself in a precious position when the Sundari Palace exploded, but Kezeroth had been destroyed for his presumptions. ​

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Would the same happen to Ophidia? One shouldn't forget, her and the Emperor had taken the life of the last Dark Lord in an ironically similar position that they found themselves now.​

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"Tell me what you are feeling, Saiah? I do deserve that much, don't I?"​

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Location: Sundari, Mandalore
Objective: Destroy the Sith and cause as much chaos as possible. Beat back the giant enemy weapons too, bonus points!
Links: Drop Pods | LAAT | Hellwalkers | AT-AD | Beskad Warriors | Beskad Elite | Tracyn Mirshko | Hell’s Angel | Titan Tank | Conscencis Clypeus(Boarding Shields) | Slugs | Mosquito Starfighters | Aryx | WLO-5 Battle Tank | ProtekTrak
Allies: Mandalorians, Network, allies of both: Mig Gred, Kaine Australis, Stardust Solus Skirae
Enemies: TSE, allies of Sith: Vaulkhar, Irveric Tavlar, Taeli Raaf
Tags: Vaulkhar | Irveric Tavlar | Amaris Tanenat | Senna Valerian | Taeli Raaf | BobertEZ

Irveric Tavlar | Vaulkhar | BobertEZ
The SSD palace that fired upon Adenn's formation would've wiped them all out had the shields not come, had the Mandalorians not entered the city itself, had... the list went on, but it didn't matter now. The Mandalorians were still alive, still fighting, and more than willing to continue to do so. As such, they fought on, advancing ever closer to Sith lines, often on top of or through them already. Then the beast came out and the regular troops truly saw what they were facing. Adenn was one of those that finally saw the thing making the tremors and sizemic readings. IT was a great leviathan and it made many a Mandalorian want to kill it, as it would be a hard kill.

While the Mandalorians saw the beast and knew they couldn't easily harm it, it seemed that the Sith troops were less knowledgeable, as they fired upon the thing rather quickly. Most of the Mandalorians didn't notice that though, but those that did ordered for another charge. Amongst those who had ordered this was Adenn, having given the order rather personally. Adenn smiled as he watched the Sith troops fire upon the beast, eager to note the things reaction.

Then they noticed how the Sith troops were moving out of the beasts way. That was and wasn't good, for it meant the thing couldn't be readily controlled, or at least not to the knowledge of the Sith leader. This meant it could as easily hit Sith lines as Mando lines. The Mando forces slowed then, still firing at the Sith troopers that were leaving, but not openly following them. They were wary of traps left behind by the barricades, or anything else really. No matter, many fought on, even as more died to the Sith that were retreating. It wasn't good, nor was it gory, but it was most certainly bad fro the success of the mission.

As for the other vehicles of Clan Mortui, the Titan Tanks rolled onwards, taking the place of the vanguard, moving to dealw ith any lingering forces. The WLO tanks were with them, providing support as they advanced, while others on the fringes shot at the Sith troops. At the same time, the Aryx scout vehicles attempted to continue and hound their progress. Hellwalkers also continued to take potshots at the formations of Sith troops, though they made sure to keep an eye on their surroundings as well.

All in all, the Mandos were doing rather well, despite the losses. Not only that, but the losses countinued to rise, with numerous ARyx vehicles being destroyed as they fired at the flanks of Sith troops. Another pair of WLO tanks was also destroyed completely, along with several Helllwalkers nearby being damage, though none knew who or why. More Titan Tanks were destroyed as well, their drives being destroyed, their pilots killed, and then the husks used as cover by either side. IT was very deadly for the Mandalorians, but they forged on, for Mandalore.

Joycelyn Zambrano
The driver of the WLO tank died almost immediately, having been hit by the pulse canon and concussion rifles. He fell forward then, causing the tank to rush forward suddenly. This saved the gunner from immediate death, though he wasn't in a much better position, as the tank ran forward and crashed into a building, a dozen meters ahead. Turning the gun around, the gunner opened fire on the Sith troopers without taking proper aim. As they did this, the Aryx driver called it in, even as they turned around to fire as well. Then the joints were crushed almost completely, meaning the Aryx was just a large, sitting turret. Nonetheless it continued to fire, even as the rest of the troops acted as well.

The nearest squad of Mandalorians jetpacked to the stricken tank, moving to intercept the Sith troops from hitting the tank any harder. Immediately a pair was cut down, not that the others were deterred. They instead threw themselves into the fray, attacking the Sith troops, particularly the crownguard, with all they had. For the most part, this Mandalorian squad had regular blasters or more advanced slugthrowers, but a handful of them had melee weapons. Said handful were the ones charging the crownguard, their armament ranging from axes to swords, whips to more.

While this was the first squad to reply to the call for aid, Joycelyn and her cohorts would most certainly hear how other units in the vicinity were moving as well, coming closer. This was heard through the roaring of engines, blasts of jetpacks, and the fire of the troops intensifying. Another squad was even now about to crest over the buildings near them, intent on facing down the Sith.

Taeli Raaf
Hell's Angel continued its barrage towards the great hydra. It focused its fire on the body of the beast, with the laser canon and devastator firing almost constantly towards the front section. As that happened, the AV-7's on top of Hell's Angel kept firing at the beast, aiming to hit the top of its body. For now, Hell's Angel stood surrounded by Hellwalkers and Titan Tanks, along with the regular troops. It was by far the biggest weapon these Mandalorians had, yet it was only 3/4ths the height of the beast, as Hell's Angel stood tall at 125m. Not that it truly mattered in the end, to the Mandos or anyone else really.

As Hell's Angel fired upon the beast, the Hellwalkers did so as well, firing their main guns towards the body of the giant beast. Knowing that it most likely wouldn't do much, they kept firing regardless, hoping to distract or simply injure the beast. They all fired really, with the closest Titan Tanks around Hell's Angel firing their missile loads towards the beast, though the majority kept firing at the Sith troops before them. Hopefully the beast would notice and be injured, preferably killed, but it was a long shot.