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

[Arador Khan]

A r a d o r _ K h a n

| Location | Gilaad's Homestead, Mandalore​

| Company | Isaiah Priest ​

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The Arkanian bounty hunter chuckled as his rude awakening for his as his cybernetic hand pulled back, converting back into its modest hand form as he slipped back on the glove while Bralor basically leaped out of his bed from the shock, buck ass naked. He'd glance over from him to the Twi'lek as the man was going on about not being rid of the Arkanian for a week. " Maybe if you actually answered your damn communicator once in a while I wouldn't be taking my precious time comin' around to see if someone finally put one in your head besides me. " The cyborg crossed his arms over his chest as the man tried to explain to the woman why she had to leave only for Gilaad to mix up their name and cause them to have a fuss. ​

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After the Mandalorian aggressively made the suggestion for her to leave Arador would glance back at Gilaad before speaking, " I don't know how much you keep paying these women to sleep with your ugly ass. Hell, you'd make a rancor turn away. " Arador lowered his arms from his chest as he reached behind his back and into one of the pouches, tossing a handheld holoprojector onto the bed that activated and displayed the news of a large group of renegade Mandalorians having been spotted in the space between Mandalore and Concordia, with the projection soon shifting into a bounty posted by the Sith Empire, " Seems like your old 'friends' are stirring up shit and the Sith are putting prices on anyone associated with them. There's only two things I give a remote kark about; first one - ain't none of your concern, the second - getting paid and we are going to go do that. " ​

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Arador's hands shifted to rest on the grip of his pistols at his belt as he continued on, " Haven't been able to get in touch with the droid or the psycho; the lovebirds are probably anger-karking each other on the other side of the galaxy. Figured I might as well pay you a visit and see what you're up to which is clearly nothing. Job pretty much landed right on our laps the moment I showed up so we can split it between just the two of us. " Arador glanced back towards the entrance to the homestead before glancing back, " Also don't worry too much about the door. It was uh...Broken when I got here. "​

 

[Darth Sephi]

Objective - Kill the Blood Hound.
Tag: Scherezade deWinter

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Even as Scherezade would jump back - avoiding his strike narrowly, Sephi couldn’t help but offer that callous grin. It was a taunt, truly, but it carried with it a harsh predatory aura - one that felt so physical, it dripped from his lips in a black mess. Beaming, Sephi parted his teeth and showed her what he’d done - moving his tongue deftly to present what he had taken.​

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A cheese cube. Amidst the combat.​

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He offered a shrill laugh as the first strike came for his legs - and his own lightsaber came to stop it with little effort. The blades, however - would be another issue entirely; as they flew through the air, he caught one by the handle, and narrowly used it to break another aside; only to have an entirely separate one cut his flesh open, though it wasn’t deep. Steam rose from his back where blood began to drip, and he could feel a moment of ecstasy in it;​

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The first time his blood had been spilled in millenia.​

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Luckily, so many blades made it cumbersome for them to strike him together. Too many cooks in the kitchen make for a poor meal, and while blood dripped from Sephi’s back - it wasn’t quite enough. While his laughter filled the air, he swung the blade he had taken from her back with a righteous force. It whistled through the air, almost snapping with its speed -​

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And when it’d land, he would hit with the force of a freighter. He expected her to block it, in truth it was his hope - he wanted to show her what her defence really meant. That was to say - nothing.​

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“Come, kitten. Strike harder, strike faster. Use my Son’s power to kill dear old Dad.”, he mused with a chaotic chagrin.​

 

[Imperius]

Location: The creek near Fortress Imperious, Concordia
Kit: 4x anti-personnel grenades, lightsaber and armour as in bio
Objective: Capacitation of enemy personnel.


The emperor was safe. He might not be wrapped up in a thousand layers of bubble wrap like what Imperius wanted, but his temporary safety would have to suffice. It was time to get rid of the nuisances.
”my lord,” one of the combat engineers sought his attention “ the field radars suggest that there was a hostile dropship inbound. It seems to have landed in the creek. Life scans, while inconclusive, suggested more than a dozen life-signatures in board.”
”Contact Whoever is in charge of that section of the fortress’s defences. Tell them to not activate unless the very walls of the fortress are threatened. I wish to deal with this group of pests myself.” Imperius said, even as he ran towards the creek, his excitement obvious by the spring in his step.

Upon reaching the passageway only two-thirds of the way to the creek he found them. Imperius observed his soon-to-be-vanquished foes and, throwing caution to the winds, left his cover. Emerging from behind the boulder in what was clearly a surprise for the Mandalorians, He struck the end of his lightsaber against the uneven ground. Good. He had their attention now. “Who wishes to die first?”he said, ready to vanquish his foes and , once again, prove his worth.

Tahlah Cadera Darth Carnifex K Kaine Australis Stardust Solus Skirae Beltran Rarr Darth Ophidia Hailyn

 

[BobertEZ]

Location: Aboard the Vodvtaki Siege Palace, New Keldabe, Mandalore
Objective: Repel the Network - Sending Forces to Reinforce Sundari Defense
Wearing: Armorweave Sith Robes
Wielding: Smoldering Ire & Frozen Passion
Xenophage Primordial Playing: (X)
Allies: TSE | Open
Enemies: Everyone Else | Open

The Wolf smiled gravely as the weaponry of the Vodvtaki unleashed the fury of the Sith upon the Network, a cacophony of hums and blasts and crashes. The sky, once clear and vibrant, fell into the plumes of smoke and fire from the chaos reigning in the air. It was an enjoyable sound to the man who paced back and forth, to and fro in front of the menagerie of consoles and buttons, watching his crew work tirelessly to achieve victory for the Empire. Young men and women, old men and women, all vying to impress the Sith Lord bearing down over them.

"Keep pressure on the shuttles entering the atmosphere! Not a single boot should touch this soil," one particularly ambitious officer shouted.

The Wolf did not know how many Network vessels had been eradicated in the waves of bolts and beams, how many souls and bags of meat and blood had been charred to cinders and ash. He did not know how many lives he had ended with that simple order, how many families he had torn apart. He did know.

Nor did he care. He would ensure all who dared to step upon Mandalore with the intent to take it from the Sith would fall

"My Lord Farmar," Admiral Lore squawked, drawing Lorale out of his trance. "Enemy forces have made their way into Sundari and several more are seeking to free their captive brethren. Imperial and Sith forces are holding, but we don't know for how long."

The Wolf nodded curtly and walked to the main viewport to gain a better view of the destruction at hand, "They can hold...but...inform my siblings to take themselves and a contingent of the Legionnaires to Sundari to aid in the defense. This rabble will fall before day's end and I would see it done to perfection."

The Admiral bowed before setting off to do as instructed, "My Lord. And what of the assault upon the enemy fleet?"

The Wolf's visage took on a disturbing form for but a half-second, one of a featureless mask of stretched, demonic leather and spikes, before it returned to a normal expression of disturbed thought, "Retain power levels...send the starfighters and bombers. All squadrons. Kill every last of them."

"Oya. Oya. Oya. Fools."

 

[Kovhorn]

Location: Little Keldabe
Objective: Kill the enemy
Allies: R Reyn Australis , The Network
Enemies: The Sith Empire, ( Avernus Vandra Zambrano Raya Najwa Zambrano )

Nox Kovhorn was on his way the moment he heard who they were after, he still only somewhat made it in time for the start. Immediately switching his ship right into a stealth mode to hide his position. Among this many forces, it was unlikely an enemy ship would be able to track him, assuming what little they could detect via magnetic signature, or if they had an interdiction field, they would ignore as being just another one of the many others. He armed himself in his beskargam, a heavier set than normal. Made of a combination of Beskar and Shgurak scales to help cover the weak points, thick and plated to ensure he could step into this battle prepared. His cybernetic legs were going to be a bit of an advantage here, due to their superior strength and speed compared to a normal humans. But they could also potentially be a danger, since they were not resistant to EMP's and ION weaponry.

As a result of his ships stealth design he was able to sneak his way down onto the planet Mandalore where he could set down. Keeping it hidden among the battle, but connected to his armor so if necessary he could call its aid. The fighting had already broken out, which meant he had to get moving. The mandalorian grabbed a LS-150_Heavy_Accelerated_Charged_Particle_Repeater_Gun, slinging an extra strap of ammo on him while he fitted the clips for the BSB's on as well.

He stepped out, shutting the ship behind him, and swiftly made his way towards the battle itself. It would take only moments however before he ran into the enemy, noticing several ganging up against R Reyn Australis . His eyes narrowed, "Sith" he muttered. He stepped out with the weapon, he wasn't behind either side, more at an angle against R Reyn Australis and the sith and soldiers ( Avernus Vandra Zambrano Raya Najwa Zambrano ). They were fast approaching his allies, something he wasn't too keen on letting happen. Lifting up the repeater he started firing with a focus at Avernus intending to shred him just like it was used for armored battle droids, or even better, the flesh of an organic. He didn't speak a word, he found that far too distracting. And the only movements he made were to keep his back away from them, not wanting to get closer to the enemy when he had the advantage at this range with this weapon. He took care with just how many shots he was firing and his accuracy, because he only had a total of 200 rounds. But the speed and ferocity with which they were firing would hopefully be enough to down or threaten the sith or enough of the soldiers that he would either not have to expend it all, or could switch to the BSB's if he had to.

Personally, Kovhorn wasn't afraid of the Sith. Not yet at least. For the exact reason of the armor he wore and the weapons he had. It was well fitted for standing in the heat of battle, or that of a dragon as was it's original design and the scales with which he used to fill in where the beskar could not. However, there was the problem of that it would not save him from the force, only from the weapons and outside attacks. He might be essentially a man in a tank, but what is that to the force?


Ship: The Stril

Equipment:

Dragon-beskargam

LS-150_Heavy_Accelerated_Charged_Particle_Repeater_Gun (one extra strap)

2 BSB (Blackmoor Sonic Blaster) (ten extra clips)

 

[Aerarii Tithe]

Location: SINN broadcast studio
Objective: III - Rally the troops, dishearten the invaders
Allies: Tekkio | The Sith Empire
Enemies: The Network
Post: 2


The powerful Sith Imperial News Network transmitters came to life, blanketing all civilians commlinks and holonet receivers with a rotating SINN logo. In minutes all of Mandalore and Concordia, as well as the surrounding star system, would be seeing the same Emperor-approved broadcast. Technicians worked frantically at their controls, scanning for enemy frequencies and trying to push the signal in on them as well.

Teyn Gratii, Mandalore the Conciliator, spoke first. “My people, by now you have seen the threat in the skies above. Invaders from beyond, false claimants to our ways of life, land on our worlds bringing only death and destruction. We cannot allow their tainted boots to despoil our sacred lands.” The puppet ruler brought his armoured fist down hard on the broadcast desk. “If the traitors are not stopped, all that we have worked for will be for naught…”

Aerarii had to give it to Gratii, the man knew what he was doing. The word ‘Mordinae’, the new name for the planet while under Sith rule, never left his lips. Audience research had shown that the locals hated it, especially when one of their own uttered it. He also had steered away from the name ‘Mandalore’, and in doing so avoided reminding the locals of all they had lost when the Sith had come to occupy their lands. His call to arms, loaded with warrior overtones and calling for their ancestral lands to be protected, would be impossible for the loyalists to resist.

A faint voice in the Treasurer-General’s earpiece informed him that Lirka Ka , the Sith military governor, was about to make an announcement. Having also heard the news, Gratii masterfully brought his rallying cry to and end just as the broadcast from Concordia went live.

”People, of Mordinae heed my words! Do not fear this feeble rebel attack, for they have brought upon themselves annihilation! No. Do not cower in fear or cry in jest as war comes to your world once more! Smile, show glee, for the grace of the Empire shines down upon all this day! For hear my decree, all non-citizens within system who do assist in repelling this barbarian horde shall be granted full Imperial citizenship upon this battle’s conclusion, in addition a sum of 1,000 Imperial credits will be given for each Barbarian slain, and a sum of 500 for every rebellious dissident you put down! Glory Imperator!”

“And if you’re joining us now that was Governor Ka, offering a bounty to anyone who brings in one of the traitorous invaders, dead or alive. As if you needed any more reason to take up arms and protect your friends and families. But I will warn you that some may find the following images disturbing.”

The broadcast cut to live footage of the invading fleets coming in for landing. The SINN editors had done a terrific job editing away the carnage that the Sith Legion and Armada were creating, and instead making it look as though all the death and destruction was the work of The Network. Not that The Network would ever be mentioned by name - using that title would only give them legitimacy. ‘Murderous despoilers’ or ‘traitors raiders’ sounded much more dramatic and threatening.

“I’m just receiving word from High Command that reinforcements are on the way. If we can hold the marauding forces back and stop them from establishing a foothold, they are guaranteeing a swift end to the conflict.” The reinforcements were of course a fabrication designed to give the loyalists hope. If they could see a possible end to the conflict and a reason for risking their lives, they would be more likely to fight alongside the Sith Empire.

“We now cross live to our SINN reports on Concordia who are witnessing unspeakable atrocities at the hands of the plundering aggressors…”

 

[Mythos]

Location: The Underground Tram
Enemies: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Curtis Learchin Gryylarc
Allies: Eversor

Talking to ball of rage, hatred and violence driven by cultists. He did not need to hear the droid speak to understand him, he sighed in annoyance and pinched the bridge of his nose. As the Wookie mentioned feces bombs rang out as Lorena and her boyfriend went about making their breach and sirens wailed. Mythos was unphased, this was shown to him by The Ancient Eye.

She would face an opposition that was prepared for her, choke points of well trained crossfire and special operation operatives taking pot shots with snipers and sending thermal detonators to pin her down and her friends.

Mythos was about to just get back in his fighting stance when the wookie did something it would undoubtedly regret. He destroyed Mythos' Daux Cat figurine. The figure carved by his daughter, the only thing he had left of her, the only link to her he kept close to his heart. The last strand of his humanity. Hate was not what Mythos felt, rage was not what Mythos felt. The rage that boiled under his skin was beyond anything that he had felt since he heard his only son die in Atrisia.

He no longer cared about the slaves, the mandalorians, the money or even the Sith Empire. He wanted the white pelt to decorate his throne room and the skull to hang around his naked waist as a codpeice. He could not control the Force Rage that consumed him, a gift from Kezeroth's holocron of rage.

"You are food now..." His voice was not human, the sound was not made from vocal chords and the language was Sith.

As soon as the last ash of the totem hit the ground Mythos' shoulder would attempt to hit the waist of the larger opponent with enhanced strength, speed and agility from Force Rage enhanced Force Speed. He would attempt a classical take down, sweep the legs and bring down the beast while maintaining a dominant fighting position on top. Then, rain hell. Ground and pound.​

 

[Gryylarc]

Underground Slave Complex - Tram Corridor
Immediate: Mythos
Nearby: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Curtis Learchin Eversor

Gryylarc's mocking smile vanished as the enraged Sith Lord attacked. He set his stance and took the hit, and it was substantial. Half of momentum was speed, after all, and Mythos clearly understood that. He needed to. Puny human.

The takedown worked, and Mythos got exactly the dominant position he wanted for purposes of grounding and pounding. His fists crashed against Gryylarc's face with colossal force, much like getting hit by another Wookiee.

Mythos was doing everything right for the situation he thought he was in.

Gryylarc wrapped his long arms around the human's back and hips, and yanked. His long alchemized claws snapped out of concealment. The goal here was to shear deep through some combination of lower ribs, lower spine, kidneys, glutes, outer thighs - all with the strength of a three-hundred-thirty-pound Wookiee Sith marauder.

 

[Loreena Arenais-Valhoun]

OBJECTIVE: Free the slaves
ALLIES: Curtis Learchin Gryylarc
ENEMIES: Mythos Eversor


Lori was surprised as she felt the Darkness coming from Curtis as he fought alongside her. She felt the coldness of it. He attacked with ruthlessness just as she was taught by her Mandalorian mentors. But what exactly his history was, she didn't know. But Curtis was lucky. Unlike her Dad and her twin brother, she wasn't a Jedi. She was just...Goofball Lori. Her skills in the Force were minimal, but that didn't make her someone to be underestimated.

"I'm on it!" Lori had a few detonators left. But not many. She rummaged in her satchel for one after sliding her dagger back into her boot and planted it around a corner, using touch and memory to set it for motion activation. "Move! We have just a few seconds to get out of the detection zone!" Lori then broke into a run down the corridor towards one of the lifts.

Alarms sounded all around them. Lori fired off more rounds from her blaster, moreso to cover their escape into the lift than anything else. Once both her and Curtis were inside, she shut the door and hit the button to bring the lift to the lower levels.

For the moment they had silence. It was then that she told him of her next phase as she held out her hand, staring at it while a ball of Force Light formed and began to grow. It was her best Force skill."No doubt we'll have security forces on the other side. When the lift stops, shut your eyes. I'm going to blind everyone by making this ball explode. It's sort of like a flash bang. Once that happens, we charge. Got it?"

The factory was a maze and whether or not Mythos was having his men lead them to a trap was anyone's guess. Lori was quite used to thinking on the fly and acting on whatever came to mind.

 

[Mythos]

Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Curtis Learchin Gryylarc

If the Sith Lord could feel physical pain it was far overshadowed by the emotional wreck he had become with the destruction of the last peice of his daughter. Tears fell down his face, tears of rage, The only thoughts in his mind were Kida, how long she had been missing, how scared she must be without her father and how now their link had been lost.

Alchemized claws met bare flesh as blood, bone and sinew spilled forth like an open faucet. From a single swipe the internal injures were tremendous, he had literal guts hanging out of him like Life Day decorations. Yet Mythos did not relent, he did not stop and he now was more of an animal and feral beast than this wookie had ever been since he stepped foot on mandalor.

Again and again his fists met the durasteel cranium of the albino wookie and with each connected blast his strength grew stronger. The pain of his injuries, the pain of his memories, the savagery of his mental state all those years in the wild. His state was of pure animalistic fury.

His voice screamed, Mythos screamed so hard and so loud his vocal chords broke and he spat blood. His voice however wasnt his. He screamed in the tone of Grrwunhoooll Agaburry . He screamed in the ear shattering wail of the Gen'Dai.

"YOU TELL EMBER HE DIES NEXT!"

Mythos had no idea who Ember was, but Kezeroth apparently did and the two were jumbled together. He didint even know the Gendai was alive.​

 

[Irveric Tavlar]

Position: Sundari
Objective: Mandalore - Repel the Mandalorian assault.
Allies: Vaulkhar - The Sith Empire
Enemies: Adenn Kyramud - The Network
Vicarious
Equipment:
Battle Armor
'Vishnu' Military Shield
DG-41 "Inferos" Disruptor Rifle
HG-88 'Big Iron' Hand-cannon

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Again ; that eerie familiarity continued to stick uncomfortably with Tavlar's senses. The sights and sensory envelopment of the raging war around him almost deafening. Not because of the lucid shrieking of blaster bolts and verpine flechettes but from the visions. Each step he'd take down every alley way would shift from the Mandalore to Garel ; his first deployment some twenty years ago before shifting back to reality all the same. Snapped only by the bantering rhetoric of his Dark Jedi ; his frigid gaze peering up to spot Vaulkhar atop the hulking beast. It was then that any other man might've been jolted from his place ; frozen in fear. Tavlar knew better than to let himself ever be rattled, not in circumstances like these. Partly to drown out the flashing visions he had and partly in acknowledgement to Vaulkhar's words, Irveric let out a faint laugh to himself, speaking up in response to the man.

"Spare me your whining until we've fended off these Beskar bandits, Vaulkhar." Tavlar said, slipping his 'Big Iron' into his holster once more as he observed no immediate threats even as flechette rounds and blasters rung out in the streets and alleyways around him. There was something so deeply satisfying about being so well embedded in the chaos of battle for Irveric. Within this ; everything made sense. In the Sith Empire there was few other places fitting for men like him. He had no gargantuan Sith ambitions nor could he constantly hone his connection to the force to better strangle the life out of innocent. Nor could he even find himself comfortable with a drink in his hand at an aristocratic gathering, no. Though he was molded and haunted still by the nightmarish visions of old that haunted him what were once significant emotional events had turned into mere pin pricks of his senses. He was no runner.

"Promotion or not if you don't shut it any future battles might not be our problem much longer..." Tavlar remarked as he began to scale the steps from his stretch of alleyway to make way for the command center set within the palace.

"I need eyes on what's going on. Perhaps you can take a look with that....whatever that thing is...regardless I don't care to spend too-" And soon enough his ever cool tone was harshly interupted by the ringing of his helmet comms - his armored commander once again.

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"General ; they're continuing their advance but theyre using far heavier and slower vehicles than ours." The armored commander sounded out ; the muffling and disruption of his comms heavy as his formation crawled forward.

Tavlar needed eyes ; ordering over a comms unit he was able to get a holomap projected above the ground infront of him. Kneeling down unto the rubbled street he flicked his fingers through it before spotting the advancing hell walkers and the titan tanks taking up a fortified position.

"Right ; Let the Barrage eat their ordinance. It's a tough ol beast it can take the punishment as we need it to. Get it on the advance I want those bandits in lava cannon range...those larger walkers ; send a small formation each to close the gap with them. Get transports and disembark troopers to intercept the infantry...they seem slow moving far as I can tell ; see what CryoBan can do...as far as this thing goes..." Tavlar said...flicking his fingers through the holomap once more to survey Hell's Angel.

"They want to pound us into submission from afar ; peculiar when they've already committed men to an outright assault. Punch through their shielded assault and encircle...once we can lock them up try and divert more to that super-heavy." Tavlar said, his focused gaze roaming over the holo projection as he waited a response from the Lord Colonel.

"Loud and clear, General. My comms officer is relaying to the other formations now. The mailed fist will begin its counter assault immediately." The armored officer said in reply to his superior.

"Copy ; keep Leftenant Dregert posted he'll relay to me best he can, good luck Lord Colonel." Tavlar sounded out before switching his comms channel with gritted teeth to the starfighter corps command present on mandalore.

"Twelfth Armored Assault requesting additional air support ; garrison sector '17A - Sundari'. Relay when you care to receive coordinates." Tavlar sounded out, glancing up for a spare moment when an explosion sounded down the corridor of a nearby roadway. It captured his attention for the briefest of moments before he snapped back to the holomap.

"Copy, General Tavlar. We hear you." The Air Marshal on the other end sounded out.

"I need additional air superiority to intercept drop pods and gunships...and then I need a three round burst ; three fire missions on...sector grid 17A-C6 ; target visual should be shielded formation. Skies rated...contested but any fighters'll do the trick of helping clear it." Tavlar sounded out. The bombing run would target the Hell's Angel directly.

"Copy ; air support enroute." And so the starfighter corps answered ; diverting what little it could with the efforts between Mandalore and Concordia to try its hand at lifting the siege in Sundari. With such ; Tavlar could dismiss the holomap and stand himself up once more.

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With what little in battlefield commands Tavlar could relay at this complete he turned back to survey the situation of Sundari in itself. With drop-pods and transports sent out in isolation from the main assault group the troopers under Tavlar's command began to take up ground and lives quickly against the Mandalorian warriors as the positions they sought to establish largely got caught up in choke points and bottle necks. Thought the beskar clad Mandalorian was undoubtably superior to the Sith trooper pound for pound - superior numbers and firepower wasn't a stranger to winning the day. Disruptors, verpine shatter guns and concussion rifles spread liberally among the infantry would prove ill for the beskar clad warriors.

All the while - the mailed fist began its counter offensive. With infantry disembarking alongside the layered wedges of armor they sought out to meet the Beskad warriors in combat. Despite the superior stature and fire power of the Mandalorians ; the Sith troopers sought to make up quick and dirty losses of the boots on the ground with cunning sent from the top. Under covering fire ; grenadiers disrupted amongst each squad twisted, pulled and heaved CryoBan grenades into the heavily armored Mandalorians ; seeking to lock up and halt the lumbering but formidable advance of approaching Beskad warriors in a layered killing method which employed concussion rifles to shatter the cryogenically locked armor and the wearer beneath.

In support of the infantry ; layered wedges sought to close the gap between the lighter and faster repulsor tanks that Tavlar used in opposition to the heavier Hellwalkers utilized by Kyramud. Being aggressive against the assaulting force mean't a juggling of target priority between the grand prize of Sundari and the threats in their face.

The shielded formation would be the cocurrent concern to everything else - but the prime one. Though in a peculiar action the Mandalorians set to siege ; halting their forward advance in exchange for fire power. The lighter ; more mobile armor would take advantage as wedged ranks of repulsor tanks sought to ride up the side and rear flanks of the formation ; heavier vehicles providing cover for formations of Cataphract repulsor tanks who sought to drop their landing gear and direct all power to the turbo lasers in order to shatter the exposed side and rear armor of the otherwise shielded AT-ADs. Overall they would use the armored infantry as a means to give up ground only for the mailed fist to pinch the flanks around the Mandalorian assault into the weaker rear.

The Barrage's main guns only ever seemed concerned with the Hell's angel ; able to continue soaking up rounds in the exchange with the titan as it sought to close the gap with the forward spear of Mandalorians charging the city ; letting loose its several mounted lava cannons as soon as they neared.

Air support would not be far behind with Dominance Class Strike fighters flooding the skies with searing bolts of emerald to cover for the aft advance of Jurgoran bombers - loosing their initial payload of ion strikes and concussion missiles as soon as the range was viable toward the Hell's Angel - the crawl of the bombers giving the titan some time before the true weight of its fire mission could bare down on it.

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Spoiler: Large Scale Actions Summary

• Sith troopers within the city manning the defenses begin to take losses as more sally out to meet the Mandalorian offensive and others fortify positions and establish defense in depth ; layers of bottlenecks and choke points.
• Armored wedges go about flanking and encircling the 'turtle' formation assault ; using transports and infantry to cede ground but buy time for the faster armor to encircle the formation. Cataphract repulsor tanks try to set ground and lay fire on them in siege mode.
• Air support is called in ; air superiority fighters begin to arrive to protect the bombing run that is issued against the Hell's Angel.
• The advancing Hellwalkers are met with envelopment attempts by faster repulsor tank formations.
• The HavT barrage and the Hell's Angel trade blows in a so far even exchange as it begins to advance forward in an attempt to get the Beskad warriors in lava cannon range.

 

[Gryylarc]

Underground Slave Complex - Tram Corridor
Immediate: Mythos
Nearby: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Curtis Learchin Eversor

The Sith Lord's blood and viscera slicked Gryylarc to each elbow. The beating was substantial: the Wookiee's face had to be a mess. He spat a tooth, pulled back his arms into a Wrrushi guard, and let Mythos' fists crash against his forearms with fracturing strength.

It couldn't last. No being, not even a Sith, could stay functional after being disemboweled. Shreds of fresh soft meat dripped from Gryylarc's bloody claws and into his mouth.

Animus Malgus, Darth Mythos, king and traitor and devastator of Atrisia, common slaver, wearer of tailored business suits, tasted quite acceptable once properly gutted.

Deep in his chest and throat, Gryylarc growled. He felt loopy - a concussion, no doubt. How bad a concussion was anyone's guess.

"Lord Gryylarc informs you that you are delicious."

 

[Vaulkhar]

Location: Mandalore - Sundari Bio-Dome
Objective: Cause a Ruckus
Allied Forces: The Sith Empire - Irveric Tavlar
Enemy Forces: The Network - Adenn Kyramud
Gear: Lightsaber | Sword | Armor
Companion: Rhaegos - On Loan from Uncle Mord
Theme: Rhapsody of Fire - Power of the Dragon Flame


Vaulkhar looked up from the general and set his gaze towards the outskirts of the ruined city. He could make out some movements from his elevated perch, but it was too far to determine much. His lips curled back in a snarl as he drew forth his lightsaber. The weapon burned to life in his grip, illuminating the dark creature beneath him with a hateful, vermilion glow. As if on queue, Rhaegos slowly straightened. The massive reptilian creature shifted momentarily before lifting its two large wings. A powerful wind burst out from beneath the winged beast, sending some of the weak footed soldiers stumbling or catching themselves as it leaped into the air. Higher and higher the duo rose, ascending heavenward at the behest of the fallen Jedi atop the black scaled dragon, Rhaegos. Above them, starfighters engaged dropships. Even higher, massive star destroyers waged a much greater battle. Yet in that instant, Vaulkhar's rage drained away and a sensation akin to wonder washed over him. Stretching out before him a battle decorated the world below. Hundreds died in the instant he allowed himself to bask in the beginnings of a glorious slaughter.

"I am en route to the location, general," together they raced across the battlefield, just a swift shadow to those locked in combat below. As the Adenn's forces came into view, Vaulkhar activated the video recording function of his helmet and started transmitting what he could see from his elevated position. The nearby holodevice to Irveric Tavlar would activate, recreating what the bastard was seeing in real-time. "General, I am transmitting the enemy's position. It appears the commander has decided to put on a show," his lips pulled back into a ghastly grin as he considered the possibilities. "They are laying a trap for you, my friend. Keep your men out of range of Rhaegos' fire breath. He gets a bit bloodthirsty once he's in the thick of it," Vaulkhar flicked his lightsaber with a flourish before angling it downward. The massive frame of the dragon fell into a nosedive, rocketing towards the Mandalorian commander from above, well out of range of the forward shield tanks. "I am going to spring the trap."

The creature arched its dive in the final seconds so it instead flew parallel to the ground above the tank line. It raised its mighty head before expelling a stream of flames down towards the Mandalorian commander's tank, as well as the two adjacent machines. Vaulkhar turned and raced down the length of his mount. Taking a deep breath he jumped off the creature, descending to the tank beneath it. The force whipped around him as he fell, blanketing him in its protecting touch. In a rather straightforward move, the bastard hurled himself at the beskar-clad warrior. Elsewhere, Rhaegos raced up and away, towards the imperial line once more, dodging between what remained of Sundari to avoid a fatal strike.

 

[Mythos]

Mythos had taken blasts to the chest, been disintegrated, crashed into duracrete at a thousand miles an hour, been drowned, been set ablaze, been exploded with both thermal and tannerite explosives and had returned from the dead. This wasnt the first time he had his guts rang around his body and it probably would not be the last.

Once the Force Rage took hold, completely mastered from holocron of Rage, he could indeed keep fighting but you couldn't switch it off. You became Kezeroth, you became the Gendai, whether your body could handle it or not. And Kezeroth didint stop until he was dead.

The pounding against his forearms snapped into a vicegrip on the beasts wrists, his shoes snapped to bring him to his feet as he attempted to part his arms then stomp his head in with a vicious slam but Mythos wouldn't be done. He wouldn't let go, he would take the silver haired Wookie by the arms, raise him to his feet and headbutt him, then launch him to the wall.

Fed by nothing but burning hatred, unconcious of anything but his enemy, his fists and violence Mythos would slowly stride to his opponent. Each step trailing blood, vital organs, guts and shattered bone. If the wookie was smart enough he would notice his bones were carved with Sith Runes, his flesh was rotten as if it was let out to the sun for days and along his blood... Sand... pounds and pounds of sand.

"NO. YOU FOOD!"

There was no intelligent thought behind Mythos, the creature that walked was the pure embodiment of the entity that was resurrected. It wasnt the same, it never was. What you put in the ground never came back.

His flesh began to burn and sizzle, whatever skin touched him burned and whatever skin was ripped from him rotted. He was a corpse given form and sustained through magic, the alchemy of his claws allowed all this to be visible. The beast had the weapons he needed to kill him, but death did not come from mortal means to immortal Sith.

Gryylarc Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Curtis Learchin​

 

[Curtis Learchin]

Objective: 1a
Allies: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun / Gryylarc
Enemies: Mythos / Eversor / The Sith Empire
Equipment: Viper (Light Armour), Parthalan (Swordstaff), Saberstaff
Post: 4

Curtis darted alongside Lori as she planted the detonators. With any luck they'd collapse some of the corridor, giving them even more time to execute their plan. As they entered the elevator, he took a long deep breath, bringing as much darkness as he could muster into his body.

"Understood m'lady. Let's free some slaves" Curtis said with a smile. It was an odd sensation, using the dark side to do something arguably good. But it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, more like a slow release of euphoria.

As Lori prepped her device, Curtis took position against the left hand wall of the elevator. For a moment his hand lingered over his lightsaber, but if his lover's plan worked, there would be no need for it at that time. With a nod, he waited for the doors to open.

 

[Imperius]

Darth Carnifex K Kaine Australis Darth Ophidia
Hailyn Beltran Rarr Stardust Solus Skirae

“My lord, We have intruders in the fortress. Reports suggest groups of the enemy units called “Alor Guards” are advancing towards the fortress’s reactors, which in turn are crucial to its defense.” This made Imperius stop short. After all, as much as he wished to curbstomp the enemies in front of him, it had been made clear to him what the priorities were, and right now, they lay elsewhere. ”continue harassing the enemy personnel that exited this landing craft. Support the fortress’s defenses.” Imperius gave orders in a clipped manner, turning back towards the fortress. The two Combat engineers stayed behind, continuing the struggle against the Mandalorian forces. The HUD within his helmet served its purpose, allowing him to keep a track of the two hostile groups, even as he pursued the closest one, while also reviewing the TSE database for the little information that they had on those ‘guards’.
Imperius used his preferred shortcut, aka bulldozing through walls, to get ahead of the first hostile group, putting himself in between them and the reactors.
They saw each other just as the two ”bodyguards” turned a corner, and while there were no physical or facial reaction, through the force Imperius could feel how unsettled the two were. After all, Imperius looked more than just a little imposing in his armor, especially while brandishing his spear. The taller brute carried a spiked club, whereas the other one had a short version of a pike.
The battle began, not with a charge or a shout, but with a quick stab by Imperius, immediately sinking his lightsaber into the enemy with the spiked club. “One down”, Imperius thought, only for the Alor guard to grab the spear and pull, yanking Imperius off the ground and over his head, smashing the Sith Lord against the wall.
Then the bastard dared throw his spear against the floor. The Vermin dared disrespect Solarion?
For the first time in well over a decade, Imperius was well and truly enraged- too enraged to stop the force-amplified scream that erupted from his throat. The scream caused the already damaged and cracked ceiling to collapse. Imperius and the guard who had enraged him remained unaffected, but the vermins comrade was not quite so lucky, collapsing under a huge piece of the ceiling- certainly not mortally wounded, nut he was incapacitated for now and his comrade couldn’t help him immediately with Imperius still there. Still enraged beyond reason, Imperius charged the only standing guard, even as he force pulled Solarion back into his own hands. Imperius ducked low as he charged his enemy, and the brute crouched low in response, probably expecting Imperius to try go through between his legs. “Just as they were about to collide, Imperius sprang upwards achieving a stable footing on his shoulders, surprising his enemy and causing him to straighten- just as expected. This in turn created a springboard effect and Imperius capitalised on it, twisting and achieving a momentary footing on the ceiling and then pushing himself downward, driving Solarion through the Guard’s Skull, brain and Spine from top to bottom. Even as the taller guard collapsed, passing into the unending sleep, Imperius approached the second one, repeatedly stabbing the shouting guard in his head and eyes.
It was only when both of them were dead that Imperius allowed himself a moment of respite, collapsing to the ground as he surveyed the damage done to his armour. There were cracks running throughout the golden plates and it would need some serious repair after this affair was over. What lightsabers and handguns, as well as dozens of jedi could not do, this pair had achieved in a single fight. Just like that, Imperius’s anger drained away and he gained a newfound respect for these warriors.
Powerful in the force they might not be, but deserving of respect they still were. XP
Now Imperius found himself excited at the prospect of a second group of these warriors. He limped towards the location that his HUD showed them to be, ready for yet another glorious battle.


Location: Fortress Imperiou, Concordia
Kit: 4 Anti-Personnel grenades,+ stuff in bio
companions: currently none
Kills: 2 Alor Guards

 

[Gryylarc]

Underground Slave Complex - Tram Corridor
Immediate: Mythos
Nearby: Loreena Arenais-Valhoun Curtis Learchin Eversor

It dawned on Gryylarc, in a sickening way, that Mythos was undead. His plan to outlast the disemboweled Sith Lord had been an error. Though his Wrrushi skills, hooking claws, and sheer bulk let him blunt or circumvent most of the incoming barrage, he was getting tired. Being two hundred and fifty would do that.

<Lose,> whispered the Elder in the back of his mind. <Run.> Gryylarc felt the little alien looking greedily through his eyes, committing the exposed runes on Mythos' bones to memory.

Gryylarc had no attention to spare to answer his master - not while fighting - but he knew the Elder would feel his furious rejection of the order.

The Elder didn't say it again. Between on heartbeat and the next, Gryylarc disappeared, torn out of reality by the distant power he served. His saber belt vanished too: the Elder was not one to tolerate loose ends, and the little translator droid had seen far too much.

Gryylarc's prized alchemical spear remained, though: a punishment for disobedience. Possibly also a peace offering from the power that had erased Gryylarc from the scene.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

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

Spoiler

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

She heard his words, and gave him one last nod as the stealth systems enveloped her body.

Mentally, Darth Ophidia prepared herself for the deeply uncomfortable sensation of losing connection with the Force. That was how Mandalorians invaded, after all. They had done so agains tthe One Sith, they had done so against the Jedi, they had done so when they held the Sith Emperor prisoner, and they had done so when the Sith had brought their full force against Mandalore and shattered it where it stood.

She had urged the Emperor, after the Red Coronation, to destroy the Mandalorians and leave their putrid rock a manifest of Sith vindication. It took years before their vengeance came, and it now it was racking up a cost. A cost, inevitably, that would be levied back on the Mandalorian people, if she had her way. She nurtured that hatred, but kept it packed down, deep inside.

She slipped past the orbalisk-clad Hailyn , where she stood as a sentinel with her spear.

As she passed, Ophidia turned for a moment to look into the Witch’s eyes, like a ghost curious about the world around them.

Then she moved on further. She heard the thundering steps of the Alor Guards up ahead, one turn right, one left, then ahead. She also heard Imperius running to meet them, like a tank rushing to meet two other tank in glorious battle. They were all a different breed than Ophidia, but useful nonetheless.

Another intersection, she stopped and looked up, then right. The tram system should be close by, but the fortress was made to confound opponents, and right now it was confounding her. She cross-checked it with the location tag from her agent. Below? Of course. How silly.

Crossing her arms, Ophidia smiled and let herself fall backwards. Her back never hit the floor, but fell through as if it had opened up in a maw and swallowed her. She landed softly on the tram tracks below, looking up and around at the darkness around her. The breach should be ahead of her, meaning her opponents should be coming this way.

Like a spider in its tunnel, she snuck into the corner and watched, waited, and listened.

 

[Raya Najwa Zambrano]

Objective: Save Reyn the Ungrateful
Allies: The Glorious Sith Empire Vandra Zambrano Darth Carnifex Avernus
Enemies: Network R Reyn Australis Kovhorn
Equip: Ice Cream Waffle Cone, Lightsaber, Swords (Phrik Sword Phrik Wakizashi Armour
Post: 3
“Vandy, no! Go for the other one! The girl. We gotta get Reyn outa here.” The blurt is out of my mouth before I realize there’s more Sith and Mandos afoot.

Drop pods of Mandalorian and Network troops filter through the atmosphere of Moridinae. Arcs of condensation tails flick like paint strokes through the sky and I know there’s way less time than I need to pull this off with subtlety. But...

... how do I get Reyn to come? The same boy who commanded a super star destroyer at ten to save his dad. Who even in armour and without being able to feel his mind, was angier than my Dad after someone hurt one of my moms.

“Reyn. Ram, please!” Blades clanged. Vandra rushing in. “Adara doesn’t want you dead like your Mom, come on! I can get you out of this.”

More troops are flooding in, a Sith Pureblood I’m relieved to see, and a Mando I’m dreading.
Frick.

He spits insults. This boy I’ve always known. Once one of the approved children we Zambranos were allowed to play with. To see without guards sequestering them for hours. Life was less lonely when I was seven and Ram was five, six, and Adara was eight and we were home from school. Sure, Reyn was the little brother. The one Adara missed more than anything, who tagged along. Played battles in our tea parties, which descended to....

“Marshmallows. Marshmallow fights. Reyn, Adara’s scared she’ll lose you too. We can go to her, I know where she is. You can hate me for decades but we’re still just the kids who threw marshmallows at each other from behind upturned tea party tables and all these killer battles are our parents being angry and stupid and and... hey! Ew! Brynadul, really?! Gosh you are a little sh-eeep!”

Sunset rushed the troopers with fire, my poor ice cream cone on the line, until the trooper who holds it snapped in a backward roll behind the ice cream store for cover.

“Oh and you’re better?! You’re more angry than Vandra when she gets told no stabbity stab! You’re so angry I can smell it, and since when is acting in anger worth anything but more pain? Anger is a sick and twisted cycle and you’re twisting right in it!” My voice growls out. “Yasha didn’t die for you to throw yourself away.”

My feet skip back, blade angled to keep Reyn’s momentum going and let the blade glance down, too close. He hits low. Shales of sparks rush the armour on my legs. I grit my teeth. Body ringing from Reyn’s dangerous anger.

“Rrrrgh! You human blooded mook!” I snap my armoured elbow up, attempting to catch him in the chin and rush back, trying to get behind him. “Stop fighting and let me rescue you, ya boob!”

 

[Hailyn]

CONTAGION

Location: Fortress Imperious
Objective: Divine Punishment
Allies: The Sith Empire | Darth Carnifex | Marrow | Lirka Ka | Darth Ophidia | Eversor
Enemies: The Network | K Kaine Australis | Stardust Solus Skirae |
Equipment: Orbalisk Armor | Braith's Spear

Most assaults tended to try to avoid mirroring a previous one, especially one so recent as the one led by the Silvers and their allies. It was with this notion in mind that Braith had made her move towards a different vantage point than the network of trenches that the Silvers had exploited before, only to find out a handful of minutes later that the armor-clad tin soldiers had decided to take the risk associated with making the same choice twice and began their assault where the Silvers had. The soldier, a nameless recruit that hadn't bothered to give her his name or station, who had found himself an unfortunate victim to circumstance by making this known to Braith was subjected to perhaps the greatest display of anger he would ever have the displeasure of experiencing for the remainder of his days - a sweeping gesture of her hand pushing him aside with the force, telekinetic strength so great that the armor the Empire had provided to him crumpled like foil when he slammed into the wall while she passed by him.

She ignored the shout of pain that came from the soldier's broken vocabulator within his disfigured helmet and made off for the tram in a sprint that deterred several other soldiers from trying to get her attention - a short fuse was quickly becoming a part of the woman's reputation, and it wasn't one she cared about, either. All of these soldiers she regarded as insects, and these invaders as little more than cockroaches. Might made right, did it not? Who were these invaders, then, to try to rob the galaxy of its truest rulers, if those with the greatest strength were who defined justice? And what kind of assault could they hope to lead on a fortress that not only housed the bulk of the Empire's forces in the region, but several of the most powerful among their rank as well? The Emperor himself, even, sat on his lofty throne waiting for anyone who found themselves able to penetrate so deep as his residence.

Fortunately for the witch - and perhaps unfortunately for those that came to attempt their liberation of Mandalore and its moon - all facilities within the fortress led back to the Tram system, and when the sirens blared again it was clear what the goal of Carnifex was. He'd made it clear time and again that his hubris, his ego, dictated that he assert his dominance over anything he knew himself to be superior to, and with the ambiguity of the Sith-led invasion of Mandalore months earlier he would want nothing more than to clear the air and finish what he'd started. If Braxus had chosen not to end the dream just the night before, then perhaps the facade she'd used to cross into this reality would have cared a little more about the health and well-being of the man that was essentially her nephew at this point - but he hadn't, and the dream that the two had been living for over a year was over. She was his, and he hers, but the understanding of mortal concerns outside of possession and jealousy were lost on her.

Though her lack of foresight and momentary outburst of anger had set her back, the repulsorlift jamming through the corridor had provided enough time for her to recognize that she would still reach the enemy by the time they'd progressed far enough to meet any resistance. Until that point she allowed her rage to build, fueled by her lack of understanding for the concepts unique to this reality of freedom, of independence, and of camaraderie.

While the Emperor made his ploy from the center of the fortress, Braith would tail from the rear.