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

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Fortress Imperious, Concordi
Wearing: Armor | Lupine Blood Stone[/URL
Wielding: [URL='https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/windwhisper.122442/']WindWhisper
Allies: The Network & Friends
Enemies: TSE
Specific Tags: Lirka Ka

There were certain perks that Lupine maintained even while they were in their human form. Top among these was the hearing; a Lupine could hear at much greater distance, and much lower volumes, compared to humans. And as Alwine ran, she cursed that ability inwardly, for now it had become more a curse to her than a blessing, for she could hear Lirka's singing, and she did not need the Force to know that Lirka was singing about Alwine's end.

It was a nightmare made real, the endless tunnels with their signs of damage and decay, the damage done to them enough to make them appear unstable, and reality deciding to drop bits and pieces of them at the wrong times, while the air was stiff and the tunnels never ending. The song of the Sephi chased her, ran after her, moving forward with sounds and syllables that reached down to Alwine's very soul.

Biting down on her lower lip, the petite blonde continued to run forward, only now beginning to use the Force, enhancing both her stamina and her speed, sending orders to her muscles to produce more. She had to find the way to get above ground, to get out of these tunnels.

Hitting a T-intersection, Alwine took a sharp left.

…

And smashed right into the shield of a Sith Troopers, who was not alone. There were enough of them to block the width of the tunnel entirely, and she could not see through their legs exactly how many were there, as there seemed to be an impossible number of ones. And now of course, that she had so elegantly smashed into them, weapons were now aimed at her.

Alwine took a step back and looked to the side she'd come from.

Sith Troopers that blocked the way on one side, and a fat elf that could completely kill her.

Alwine's odds had never looked so bad.

 

[Lirka Ka]

And as quickly it began, it ended. The razor sharp words that spat out from the helmet echoed through the tunnels for a time more, but it was not a long requiem, no: that would be for later. In the days to come, the thunderous stomp of the metal boots against the duracrete was what followed after her now: it wasn’t particularly hard to follow, and of course the cheating that her HUD provided was always welcomed in such hunts.

More lifeforms appeared within the system, Imperials. Another low growl pierced from her throat, turning the corner she raised her blade at Alwine Daye but it was much more at the wall of Sith Troopers: shouting at them, utterly ignoring the wolf.

”The Rebel is mine! Intervene and you shall experience the full extent of my wrath!”

There was no need for the second part, she had spread fear of her name throughout the garrison. No one would dare disobey the Governor, for her emotions were swingy at the best of days: but her anger was always boundless. She moved her blade into a two handed grip, entering into a combat stance as the Legionnaires stepped back as much as seemed smart.

”And so it is here you meet your end, find solace in that I take no pleasure in your destruction. But I will make it beautiful.”

Lirka had an audience now, and that changed everything.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Fortress Imperious, Concordi
Wearing: Armor | Lupine Blood Stone[/URL
Wielding: [URL='https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/windwhisper.122442/']WindWhisper
Allies: The Network & Friends
Enemies: TSE
Specific Tags: Lirka Ka

"You will not!" Alwine found herself snapping at Lirka.

Her heart pounded and ran at a thousand lightyears a second. She was stuck, and there was no way around it that she could think of. On one side she had Lirka, giant, monster, ready to kill her. On the other hand she had the Sith Troopers who without a doubt would meddle if they thought Alwine was about to win whatever was coming anyway.

"I am not a rebel," she found her voice, somehow sounding calm and collected, despite the feeling raging inside of her. She hoped someone who was good with the Force would not magically show up and point it out. They usually did. "I am an insurgent," she added.

Her fingers wrapped again around the hilt of the saber.

There was no chance that she could win this, that she could come out of this alive.

Unless she was fast enough.

At a mere five feet of height, Alwine was tiny by most near human standards, and Lirka was nothing clos to human at all.

Alwine darted forward. Appearing to be ready to swing her lightsaber towards Likra's center, she pressed until the last possible second, during which she shut the saber off and curled into a ball, trying to roll directly between Lirka's legs to get out on the other side.

And run.

 

[Lirka Ka]

The blank faced helm stalked the Lupine’s every movement, it was quickly growing to be a somber hatred. Even the distortion and faceless nature of it could not hide it, the way the ribbon flowed as Lirka stalked: the way barely contained fury kept her from rolling forward in a flurry of blade strikes through both her and the troopers.

”You will suffer for the ignorance of mortality. And through suffering, you shall see the truth of this Galaxy.”

Though once she made the distinction between Rebel and Insurgent, Lirka let herself laugh: a mixture of humor and mocking, like the old times.

”Is there a difference between trash?”

But it died quickly, when Alwine Daye came in for the strike she responded almost sluggishly: letting the lupine roll between her legs, even though Lirka knew full well she could’ve stopped the maneuver...she was holding back. She was showing weakness. And it drove her mad. Once Lechner broke into a run, Lirka swung her blade long to try and slash her across the back of the legs: maim, but not kill.

 

[Alwine Daye]

Location: Fortress Imperious, Concordi
Wearing: Armor | Lupine Blood Stone
Wielding: WindWhisper
Allies: The Network & Friends
Enemies: TSE
Specific Tags: Lirka Ka

Even the new Lirka was an ignorant one if that was her response at Alwine's comment. But even an ignorant one could easily kill you, especially when they were bigger, fatter, had the upper hand, and had a much better reach than you.

For half a moment, Alwine had hoped that she had done it. That her tuck and roll had worked, that Lirka was now behind her, and that her short legs were taking her to freedom. To daylight. To safety. The friendship with Lirka was lost, and Lirka herself was gone as well. The thing that wore her now, that looked like her and sounded like her… It was not her. Alwine would never say that this was Lirka. Lirka had died when they'd fought the J'enari and that had been that for her dear friend.

But half a moment is not even the blink of an eye, and when Lirka's blade hit Alwine's shin, it could not rip the armor, but it gave her enough of a push to toss her off balance, sending the petite woman tumbling for a moment before landing on her face.

Alwine turned around, looking up at the giantess of a Sephi.

"Shok ebasit hissra," Alwine let he words out, just above a whisper. It was not the language she usually spoke when she spoke the one she had grown up on. It sounded more guffy, harsher, "Meraad astaarit, meraad itwasit, aban aqun. Maraas shokra. Anaan esaam mein."

And when her words had ended, she raised her chin up ever so slightly, and gave Lirka a defiant look.

“Struggle is an illusion. The tide rises, the tide falls, but the sea is changeless. There is nothing to struggle against. Victory is in mine.“

 

[Lirka Ka]

It was difficult for an artist to intentionally worsen their craft: and with Lirka's art of choice these days being the complete and utter brutalization of the foe, it made not slashing the little wolf to chunks all the more challenging: every bone in her body, and all those things within her that were not of the body told her to slaughter. To kill. To maim. And to burn.

But Lirka, Lirka was a being of sheer willpower. A will so unfathomably mighty that not even the destructive forces of Chaos itself could truly destroy her soul. So she resisted the voices, and while two battles raged her blade still worked with that seamless grace that few creatures in the Galaxy could muster: following up from the strike against her legs, Lirka now towered above the poor little Lupine. Her figure exuded a coldness of decades, the great effort she put into not simply bisecting the poor girl never once appearing across Lirka's figure.

She stared for a moment, scoffing at her words. Senseless babbling of barbarians. And she swung her Klaive once again, moving to sever the girl's head from her neck. The hissing of cutting air following the Klaive as it swung: for a blow that never landed. The blade stopped, barely an inch from the neck of Alwine Daye , the heat of the plasma filament able to be felt against the skin of her neck.

"You are dirt. Senseless defiance that brings only blood and sorrow."

And with that, Lirka brought her fist down instead: trying to hold back some of the cybernetic force that her false-flesh could bring to the table, a proper smashing to the face in a simple attempt to render the Lupine unconscious.