Onyx had left the aerial battle and returned to help clean up what little remained of the Mandalorian force. He laughed with fellow sith upon seeing the carnage left behind. Onyx noticed Daxton and his men walking along the ruins that had once been the downtown area. "A glorious day is it not? A day that should go down in history as the first step towards wiping the Mandalorians out!" Onyx yelled as he approached. Onyx knew his master would approve of his commentary, but after the battle. "Any orders master? I helped Anaya a while back. I think she should be fine, after all I did drop some bombs on that Mandalorian filth."
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The Sith Come(Mandalorians/Sith)
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iBorg R&R
Immediate suprise and perhaps fear gripped the Mandalorian as yet another unexpected suprise wriggled its way into reality. The immensly long and dangerously unfamiliar weapon came at him so quickly he had no choice but to leap away without his weapon. But it didn't matter, because this time he believed for certain the Sith made a mistake. Kyr should have kept his blaser out, as it would have been very difficult for the Sith to block his shots with so unpredictable a weapon. But he found that his shotgun would be far more suiting in this matter. He hoped that he could retreat the Gaderffii later, but he again suppressed his thoughts aside for another time, while he pulled out his second choice of weapon, and rapidly began to fire.
Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Moridin bounded from side to side almost immediately, dropping from the wall as the Mandalorian produced the scattergun. The Dreadlord hated those weapons, more than once he had come to harm from them, and this time it would likely be no different. He dodged and weaved his way through the spread out blaster shots, letting them graze around him. Several of them struck him his blast proof shirt keeping him alive, they slowed him down considerably and brought him noticeable pain thought only a direct shot would kill him.
He gritted his teeth however and kept on moving, wheeling around most of the scatterguns actual lines of fire and once again flicking his wrist. The lightwhip moved about, and then in a loop surged towards the Mandalorians weapon aiming to sever it in twine.
He gritted his teeth however and kept on moving, wheeling around most of the scatterguns actual lines of fire and once again flicking his wrist. The lightwhip moved about, and then in a loop surged towards the Mandalorians weapon aiming to sever it in twine.
Eternal Father
Kaine's Hydra Commandos and the rest of the Imperial Army marched through the streets of Junction City, systematically executing any survivors they came across, civilian or otherwise. It was hell had been unleashed on the city, fire burned freely in the streets as walls of soldiers tread across the blackened ground, sending up clouds of soot and dirt with each step. Whatever buildings remained standing were leveled to flush out survivors, surviving families were separated and subsequently executed without mercy, the bodies then thrown onto large bonfires to remove them. A survivor attempted to make a break for the perimeter, but was cut down instantly by a wall of concentrated blaster fire. Kaine sneered at the foolish attempt made by the single survivor as he stepped on a overturned piece of stone to look around at the carnage and destruction that surrounded him, to serenade himself with the sound of bombers and explosion, and to smell the reek of decay and death through his now unfiltered helmet. "War, the greatest way to cull the wheat from the chaff" He said slowly as he turned his head towards one of the only remaining buildings, if it can be called that, the Governor's Palace, where Lord Moridin and that Tuskan Mandalorian were fighting intensely, and Kaine could also spot Miss Anaya fighting another Mando, but he couldn't see Daxton anywhere since the banners were unfurled.
Jorn was in the sky away from the bombs when a voice came from behind him. The sith cut his jet pack in half making him fall to the ground. Jron fell with a roll to lesen the impact, but it was slight. He new that he may have broken some bones. Taking his twin Mando swords out he said at the sith "I simply fall."
Jorn saw that the twlik sith had floated to the ground using the force. He hated it how the Sith and the Jedi had the force. Jorn wanted to see what the Sith would do next. but decied that he would rather kill her. He ran silently towards her and swung both of his swords in a downward stroke as if to cut her arms off.
Jorn saw that the twlik sith had floated to the ground using the force. He hated it how the Sith and the Jedi had the force. Jorn wanted to see what the Sith would do next. but decied that he would rather kill her. He ran silently towards her and swung both of his swords in a downward stroke as if to cut her arms off.
Anaya leapt backwards from the Mando's strike, a deep laugh rattling her throat as she ignited her second blade. "You Mando's think you are the greatest fighter that ever lived in this universe, yet you are so far from it," she danced forward swing one blade to the Mando's wrist attempting to sever his hand and leave him one weapon down, her second bladed she drove towards his hip, where there was likely to be a weak point.
"Look around you Mando, the day is done and you have lost."
"Look around you Mando, the day is done and you have lost."
Jorn lept back from the Siths blades. The tip of the lightsaber grazed his armor singging his armor. Jorn blocked the saber fom hitting his wrist, but bairly. He answerd the Sith "We know we arnt the best, but neather are you." Jorn then said "My day ends when I want it to end you Osik" He used both blades to hit towards her neck and waist.
iBorg R&R
In a shatter of sparks his weapon was gone in an instant. It served him fairly good in his opinion, he was actually able to bring the Sith to a bit of harm, despite it being nothing more than a sting. The Mandalorian held his ground still and threw uselessly his broken weapon at the Sith, if only to distract him, while he pulled out his blaster rifle. He began to fire this as well. From here though he didn't have much else to go on. If he lost this he was pretty much done for. It was a long shot but the Mandalorian aimed for the Sith's wrists, in the hopes he would drop his weapon. Even if he did he would possess the force, but he still had a better chance at surviving in hand to hand combat, than hand to lightwhip combat.
Anaya blocked both of the Mando's swords before planting both her feet on his chest and somersaulting several feet away from him, landing sprawled like a cat. Lifting large chunks of rubble around her she began to hurl them one by one at the Mando.
One particularly large passed her slowly and she stuck a grenade to it, without the Mando seeing and sent the last piece hurling towards him. The grenade detonated whilst the rock was inches from him sending shrapnel in all directions.
One particularly large passed her slowly and she stuck a grenade to it, without the Mando seeing and sent the last piece hurling towards him. The grenade detonated whilst the rock was inches from him sending shrapnel in all directions.
francopell
Recluse
Lifting the grenades from him was second nature to Sidic. He knew the moves of a desperate enemy and he didn't need the Force to know he was wearing his foe down. As the Mandalorian moved away again, the Darth rapidly brought the grenades into his flight path just before they detonated with the aim of incapacitating or destroying the Mandalorian.
Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Moridin kept on moving towards the Mandalorian. The Scattergun broke in a spark of red and white. He grinned slightly as he moved from side to side. The weapon flew at him, and with quick and lithe form the Dreadlord moved to the side, avoiding the weapon almost entirely, only a small piece of it striking his arm. He became off balance, and tumbled forward slightly. Moridin rolled on the ground and immediately stood back up, several blaster rifle shots landing before and around him.
He scowled, and with the force called one of his sabers to his palm. The blade ignited with a snap and a hiss and immediately Moridin began to deflect the bolts back towards the Mandalorian. Then he moved again, snapping his wrist and letting the whip strike towards the Mandalorians right arm aiming to pin it in place.
He scowled, and with the force called one of his sabers to his palm. The blade ignited with a snap and a hiss and immediately Moridin began to deflect the bolts back towards the Mandalorian. Then he moved again, snapping his wrist and letting the whip strike towards the Mandalorians right arm aiming to pin it in place.
Verz Horak
Darjetii Kyramud
"Argh!"
Verz fell when the grenades detonated. He fell the full ten meters to the ground and landed with a grunt. He quickly got up, however. His ancestors had bested Sith before, and he would do so himself. He was battered, but he was not dead yet. He pulled out his least used weapon. It was a weapon passed for generations through his family. It wasn't much. A slugscatterer. Old, yes. But his family had used it on countless campaigns against a thousand different armies. They survived to pass it along. He would too.
He pumped the scatterer and then did something unexpected. He tossed another grenade at Sidic. As the grenade neared the Sith, he fired the scatterer, causing the grenade to detonate less than a meter from Sidic's face.
Verz fell when the grenades detonated. He fell the full ten meters to the ground and landed with a grunt. He quickly got up, however. His ancestors had bested Sith before, and he would do so himself. He was battered, but he was not dead yet. He pulled out his least used weapon. It was a weapon passed for generations through his family. It wasn't much. A slugscatterer. Old, yes. But his family had used it on countless campaigns against a thousand different armies. They survived to pass it along. He would too.
He pumped the scatterer and then did something unexpected. He tossed another grenade at Sidic. As the grenade neared the Sith, he fired the scatterer, causing the grenade to detonate less than a meter from Sidic's face.
Daxton Bane
Character
"So much death. So much destruction." Had the words come from another being they would be a lamentation, but from Daxton's lips they were like an exhalation. The Sith Knight was greatly pleased with today's work, the butcher's bill on this planet was still rising but the day was still young. Let this planet be a lesson to the rest of the galaxy of the price paid for defying the Sith.
Jorn was pushed back by the Sith woman and landed his rear on the cobblestone street. He knew that he was going to have bruses. the sith then picked up rocks from around her and threw them with the force. He didnt expect the first ones, and was hit once in the chest with another one hitting his right arm. Jorn dodged the other few when one of the rockes exploded just feet from him, sending him flying towards a house. "Agh" He grunted by crashing into the wall.
He was in imence pain from the rocks, the explosion, and hitting the outer wall of the house. Dazed he got up. he wanted to show that he was still going to fight. Looking to his sholder he brushed himself off, and strode foward like he owned the place saying, "That the best you got Dung lick? If it is you may want to rethink being a Sith." Waiting for her to attack.
He was in imence pain from the rocks, the explosion, and hitting the outer wall of the house. Dazed he got up. he wanted to show that he was still going to fight. Looking to his sholder he brushed himself off, and strode foward like he owned the place saying, "That the best you got Dung lick? If it is you may want to rethink being a Sith." Waiting for her to attack.
iBorg R&R
A small flash of pride lit up inside the Tusken as he watch his opponant stumble. Granted it was because he threw a broken weapon at him, and did next to nothing at all to the Sith, but it at the very least proved that like all other Sith he was just as human as the next one; he wasn't a perfect god. He was forced to eat that pride right away however, as no sooner did he succeed he failed to hit his target. What was worse? He collected yet another blade in which to kill him with. His shots were soon returning to him, and making a mess of his armor and his stamina. The Sith was pressing in now, and the Tusken was quickly being backed into a wall. He moved and dodged his way through a mess of plasma. His right arm seemed to be a target, thus he avoided any strikes directed in this direction as a higher priority. Of course he doesn't want to be missing anything, but he didn't want to give his enemy the pleasure of aquiring his immediate goal. He didn't know what he was going to do, he has run out of arsenal, left with nothing but this blaster.
However, much to his relief, "reinforcements" arrived. A battered and beaten BR-0117 Resol'nare arrived firing at the Sith. It caught him just as suprised as what he assumed the Sith was feeling as well. The multi-role fighter came in low, and a single small squad of three popped their heads out and fired at the Dread Lord, while a second came in to do the same. But that wasn't the mission. In the freenzy, the Tusken took advantage of the confusion and rolled under any attacks the Sith tried to press against him. He jumped to catch a rope decended on one of the hovering birds. He let himself be pulled up and welcomed into the light-transport section of the fighter. He said no words to the Sith, no final moment of triumph or defeat. Simply indifference. When the tusken became stronger, they would fight again. This day was for the Sith, but the day of the Mandalorians was soon coming.
"Go collect the Sith's prize; the Governor. Let us see how they react when a soldier refuses to die easy." Kyr called to the pilot and the brothers nearest to him. While the Sith Moridin had to run to his prize, the Mandalorians would leasurly steal it from him, as they jump off into the unknown of space. He only hoped they could get passed the blockage. He did not believe that the governor would be of anything to the Sith, in fact it might warrant unwanted attention from the Sith fleet into destroying them. Whatever happened, he needed to make sure he could wound the Sith in their victory, even if the wound was no more than a cut easily bandaged.
However, much to his relief, "reinforcements" arrived. A battered and beaten BR-0117 Resol'nare arrived firing at the Sith. It caught him just as suprised as what he assumed the Sith was feeling as well. The multi-role fighter came in low, and a single small squad of three popped their heads out and fired at the Dread Lord, while a second came in to do the same. But that wasn't the mission. In the freenzy, the Tusken took advantage of the confusion and rolled under any attacks the Sith tried to press against him. He jumped to catch a rope decended on one of the hovering birds. He let himself be pulled up and welcomed into the light-transport section of the fighter. He said no words to the Sith, no final moment of triumph or defeat. Simply indifference. When the tusken became stronger, they would fight again. This day was for the Sith, but the day of the Mandalorians was soon coming.
"Go collect the Sith's prize; the Governor. Let us see how they react when a soldier refuses to die easy." Kyr called to the pilot and the brothers nearest to him. While the Sith Moridin had to run to his prize, the Mandalorians would leasurly steal it from him, as they jump off into the unknown of space. He only hoped they could get passed the blockage. He did not believe that the governor would be of anything to the Sith, in fact it might warrant unwanted attention from the Sith fleet into destroying them. Whatever happened, he needed to make sure he could wound the Sith in their victory, even if the wound was no more than a cut easily bandaged.
Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Moridin ceased his retinue of attacks, halting himself from engaging an entire spaceship and just letting the Mandalorian get away. He let his lightwhip coil at his feet, the weapon buzzing and groaning along with his lightsaber. He watched as the Mandalorians grabbed the governor from a balcony, and then sailed away through the atmosphere fleeing the planet. Dozens more ships rose up from within the city, all Mandalorian crafts seeking to leave the system. The Dreadlord smirked as he looked to them, The Sith had one the day in a matter of hours.
"Kill them Kaine." He looked to the man. "Kill them all. Slaughter them in their homes, their offices, everywhere. Bring this world to rabble and ruin. Ravage its populace and salt the earth beneath it. Kill them all."
Their forces had simply overwhelmed the Mandalorians. It didn't matter how strong one was, how good you were. Quantity was always better than quality, thought the Sith brought both. Moridin deactivated his weapons, and place the hilts upon his belt. Throughout the city he could still hear heavenly sounds of slaughter as his soldiers slaughtered enemies and civilians a like. He took out a comm-link and spoke.
“Any Mandalorian ship aiming to leave the system is to be left alone.” Moridin commanded through the small transceiver. He wanted the story of Junction to spread.
He smiled at the man. "Let the Lord of Chaos Rule."
"Kill them Kaine." He looked to the man. "Kill them all. Slaughter them in their homes, their offices, everywhere. Bring this world to rabble and ruin. Ravage its populace and salt the earth beneath it. Kill them all."
Their forces had simply overwhelmed the Mandalorians. It didn't matter how strong one was, how good you were. Quantity was always better than quality, thought the Sith brought both. Moridin deactivated his weapons, and place the hilts upon his belt. Throughout the city he could still hear heavenly sounds of slaughter as his soldiers slaughtered enemies and civilians a like. He took out a comm-link and spoke.
“Any Mandalorian ship aiming to leave the system is to be left alone.” Moridin commanded through the small transceiver. He wanted the story of Junction to spread.
He smiled at the man. "Let the Lord of Chaos Rule."
After he had said thoes words to the Sith Jorns com came to life saying "Look up brother!" He did what he was told and saw a rope falling from an air craft. to make sure that he was not going to be his some other mandos were fiering at the sith to give him time to climb the rope. he grabed on and attached it to his utilty belt. he was picked up by some brothers.
It looked like that it was happening around the entire city. He hated it how they had to retreat. Jorn yelled to every sith there "We will be back, and it wont just be for the city. We willl come back for your blood!" Jorn was mad that he couldnt hold the postion. He stomped on the ship with his boot. Creating a loud thud sound. He will be back Jorn thought.
It looked like that it was happening around the entire city. He hated it how they had to retreat. Jorn yelled to every sith there "We will be back, and it wont just be for the city. We willl come back for your blood!" Jorn was mad that he couldnt hold the postion. He stomped on the ship with his boot. Creating a loud thud sound. He will be back Jorn thought.
Daxton Bane
Character
Daxton looked up at the fleeing ships filled with refugees and wounded. Scurrying like rats from a sinking ship, a most apt metaphor he thought. He wondered where would they strike next, he could feel the crystal calling out to him. Yes, the power would soon be in his grasp.