The Sith Come(Mandalorians/Sith)

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx was on his flight course. The squad of bombers he was leading was tasked with attacking enemy footholds withing the city. Onyx broke off to begin to count the dead, from both sides. They lost around a hundred sith. But the loss compared to the Mandalorians was huge. They lost thousands. Onyx gave out a small chuckle.

As he flew over the palace he noticed Darth Moridin and his apprentice Anaya Fen about to enter the palace. From the corner of his eye he saw a Mandalorian. He seemed to have the jump on them and could easily flank and kill them. Onyx wasted no time. His entire squad dropped powerful bombs onto the courtyard just outside the palace, hoping to injure the Mando enough to the point of death.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Before the Sith could answer he heard some ships over head and saw that they were droping bombs. He mutterd to himself "You have got to be joking?" Jorn activated his jetpack and flew towards th bombs going to evade them by flying higher than the bombs. if they were to slide alittel towards tht Palace and kill the other sith that would have been easy for him.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin slowly turned about as the Mandalorian gave warning of his presence. Were all of them such idiots? Or did they just hold themselves oh so tightly to their...honor. The Dreadlord turned about and looked at the man, armored as all of them were. Moridin hardly sought worth in him, he hardly thought about him. He looked to the other man, and then to Anaya with an expression of extreme annoyance and distaste. He didn't speak, he didn't move, he simply looked at his Apprentice, and then towards the Mandalorian.

“Kill him.” He said quietly, and then turned around. Before the bombs could even strike the ground Moridin moved into the palace, he would let Anaya handle this.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

When the first explosions sounded off, Kyr didn't think there was much left for him to do. He had been defeated by a coward, buried under his own shelter of protection. The coward had turned he himself, the Coward Killer, into a coward. Relying on measly rubble as shield against the demon. Very quickly as he began to run horizontal to the line of explosions, the walls around him that currently defined his world view began to collapse, to crush him. A large wall fell on to his back, pinning him to the unforgiving ground, while everything else buried him. The Tusken however refused unconciousness, and remained awake through the agony of slowly being crushed to death. He would die of starvation first however, as his armor would sustain itself from the pressure long before it became a medical concern, and any hydration in the air was filtered and assimilated in his Tusken apparatus. But he wasn't out of this fight yet as far as he was concerned. Slowly but surely he began to strain his muscles at the task of lifting the rubble enough to pull himself out. With a great heave he eventually managed to get out enough to crawl through a small opening left behind after the bombardment, where he took temporary refuge.

Once he was collected, the real work began with finding his way out. It took a long time, but with rage the Tusken bore through the rubble, and like a cockroach crawling out of a radioactive apocolypse, Kyr thrusted his arm through the last of the rubble. His fingers clawed at the dirt as he pulled his torso out of the hell hole. He was able to free his second arm, and once able to situate himself, he observed the area. The sky was dark with soot, and loud with Tie fighters, and bombers alike. Women and children screamed all around, echoing along with the laughter of jackles and demons, all cowards each. Determined to save what brothers he could he took one final heave out of the dirt and ran through the battlefield. He was determined to hunt down that Sith, but that was for another day. Today he need to make sure Mandalore had soldiers enough to fight another day. He spoke on an open channel to all Mandalorians.

"My brothers, we must regroup! Decend on the Sith Master, he has an objective we must stop!" With that, he stripped a Jetpack off of one of the fallen and used it to rocket in the direction of Darth Moridan. "Thank you verd." He gave a last good bye to the unnamed soldier who helped him this day. The fallen warrior held impact grenades on his person, of which the Tusken was distrusting from his last encounter with Sith and grenades, but he figured they might help if they were close enough. When in range of the Sith, he fired the lone rocket in the Jetpack at the sith just as he was entering the palace, and continued his decsent upon him with his Gaderffii in hand, prepared to engage. He made sure mentally that his new grenades were ready to blow the Sith into orbit. He gave a prayer to his Mando'a brother near by that he could handle the Apprentice, and that Kyr could handle the Master, at least long enough for more help to overwhelm him.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Anaya gave Moridin a wide smile and leapt for the palace roof after the flying mandalorian. She grabbed her comm as she landed. "Try not to hit me, sweetling," she purred on a private line to Darren "I'm going to kill the mando your trying to bomb."

Another bomb dropped past her and she leapt on it using it as a stepping stone to launch herself onto the Mandalorians back. "I wonder what happens when I do this" she hissed at him. Igniting one of her sabers she sliced the jet pack away from the mando's body and let go of him free falling to the ruind courtyard below, using the force to slow her descent at the last minute.

 

[Darren Onyx]

Onyx watching the opening of the battling before continuing his other bombing runs. Into the comm he gave a small laugh. "Fifty creds says my bombing helped."

Onyx then continued onto to bomb the remaining buildings that contained the Mandalorians.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin turned as the missile came at him, the force screeching a warning to him as the small rocket hastily bounded towards him. He seized the object with the force, tearing it from its path and sending it on a new one past the Dreadlord himself. The missile passed him and flew into the wall behind him. It exploded outwards in a massive wave and caused the innards of the building to crumble into pieces. The Dreadlord then continued his turn, and watched as a Mandalorian few towards him.

A slight smirk crossed his face as he spotted the mans weapon, a Tusken. A savage among savages, how fitting. Before the man could reach him however Moridin grinned, The Dreadlord raised his palms in a massive sweeping motions, and with them sent a massive wave of the force out through the hall he stood in and towards the Mandalorian that rocketed towards him.

The wave of the force surged forward, bringing with it pieces of the floor, ceiling, and wall as it sought to repel the Dreadlord attacker.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

The Mandalorian grunted as the wall hit him, and threw him off course. He deactivated his jetpack and upon rolling on contact with the ground. He bolted out of kneeling position with his weapon of choice following behind him. He had to delay this 'Dread lord' long enough for more help arrived, but he couldn't be sure he was enough. It didn't seem that this, although masterful, was very creative in his use of the force. He was blunt, like Kyr. Straight to the point, but powerful. If he was to slow him down he would need to change his nature and think of something creative. He would need to plan, rather than rely on impulse. He had the grenades, he still had his jetpack, and he lost his knives in his fight with Bane. His Gaderffii was beginning to be a hinderance due to it's need for two hands. He stowed away his weapon and instead pulled off the jetpack and ignited it toward the sith, while at the same time cooking a grenade in hand as he approached him. He knew that it was highly possible he could live through the explosion, he was just hoping they were near enough to building structure it would collapse on him. He knew it wasn't much, but it was enough for now. He prepared for the explosion.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin scoffed as if even the very idea of fighting this Mandalorian was a massive insult to him. The Dreadlord seemed to shimmer slightly, and then a wave of nothingness flowed over him. All of a sudden Moridin was was gone, completely and entirely disappearing from the hallway. The jetpack flew into the space that he had previously occupied, and was met with nothing. It too flew through the hall and struck the wall behind it, the explosion wracking the building further and causing the building to begin to collapse.

All of a sudden Moridin appeared behind the Mandalorian, standing tall over the armored man. He seemed to shimmer for a few seconds, a flash of darkness running over his entire form as though he were not really there. His hand came up shimmering as it did, and a massive wave of Sith lightning protruded from it heading straight for the Dreadlord's opponent. As the sound of the sparking lightning erupted in the air Moridin spoke.

“Always so confident. Always so willing to die.” He taunted the Mandalorian, as any Sith would.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

"Gah!" The deep voice of the Tusken rang out in suprise. Perhaps this Sith was more creative than he could have realized. At least this one did not hide behind a wall. He fought 'fair' in the respect he only used his own devices, granted ones that were beyond normal men. But the Dread Lord over looked something the savage was counting on. As his armor began to absorb and discharge the onslaught of electricity, the Mandalorian threw the primed and prepared to detonate grenades at the Sith, of whom could not stop their destructive power from interupting his electrical hands. If the force moved them they would explode, and they were close enough at this point it would come into the personal sphere of influence of the Sith. If they weren't influenced by the force then they would explode regardless, and produce the same effects. Either way, the Sith would be forced to deal with it regardless of what he did with the grenades.

Again he prepared for the explosion about to literally rock his world in the next few milliseconds. The Sith was powerful, but he thought much too highly of himself. Someday, most likely not today, it would be his down fall.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

The Grenades exploded in a wash of fire, pressure, and fragmentation. They erupted and immediately the illusion of Moridin was shredded into pieces next to the Mandalorian. The real Dreadlord stood upon one of the outer walls of the compound that was still remaining, far enough from both the Mandalorian and the explosion to not be effect by it all.

In his youth Moridin had been far less careful. He would have met this man head on, blade to...well staff or whatever the hell one of this sticks qualified under. However as he had grown so had his strategies, and he knew Mandalorians well. They fought honorably, though they won through any means they could. Grenades, stun cords, blasters all of them were in the inventory of one of their soldiers. This man of course was no different, Moridin had simply used the mans own devices against him rather then fight him head on like an idiot.

“You never think past your immediate future.” The Dreadlord let his voice ring out, although it was more of a trick in the force so the man would hear him in his head even through the blast. “How will you survive as leaders when you cannot see ahead of the next battle?”

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Kyr was unsure of what the Sith was getting at, his mind was anywhere but the next the battle, but then again he might not be understanding due to his primitiveness. The explosion had knocked him back quite a ways, and he had no idea how it was that he could still hear him. How could he have survived? How could he have electrocuted him and produce a false image of himself? The force was mysterious, and it was a mystery he didn't intend on figuring out. He rolled backwards off his back and held his blaster up with his sight aiming at anything that moved. He assumed that this Sith would be farther away then his senses would tell him.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin began to clap, loudly as he stood upon the wall. He looked down at the Mandalorian from upon the wall and applauded his survival. That armor was handy indeed, he would have to get some eventually. He admired the man for surviving, and then having to gall to stand back up and try to fight. The Dreadlord looked at the man, though he made no move to attack him in anyway just yet. Though slowly he placed a palm on one of his lightsabers hilts and drew it off of his belt.

“You know. I have fought hundreds of your kind, even thousands actually. One thing I have noticed about you.” Moridin's voice grew slightly amused as he thought of all those memories. “Is that you simply refuse to die.”

Still he made no move to attack, deciding to air on the side of caution. Desperate men tried desperate things.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

"I will die when I am no longer needed." He stated simply, as he finally got a lock onto the Sith. He didn't fire yet, as this Sith seemed to be in the mood of toying with him. "When will you decided to die, sithspawn?" He growled at him. He got up from kneeling, and almost toppled over from weakness. But he did not show any, as the Sith would immediately take advantage of it. He slowly walked with an imperceptible hobble. There wasn't much more he could do really, the Sith had the high ground and all the advantages. He was bereft of his Jetpack to reach him, out of grenades, no more Knives, only his Gaderffii, his Shotgun, and this blaster rifle. The Sith could have no army and no lightsabers, and Kyr would still be out matched. This was no cheating Knight he was dealing with. This was a demon god ascendant from hell. He had little chance of killing him, but as far as he could tell the Sith had no perception of time. After all, he seemed to get the feeling that he is older than he would lead on. Much older. To Kyr, it would appear that his objective of slowing him down was beginning to be successful, when in truth he knew was that the Sith simply did not care if reenforcements came. He would simply slaughter them as he has always done.

Then why was Kyr still alive? He was careful in his hopefulness, as he did not intend to be robbed of it. He was tempted to see the true might of the Sith, but could not decided whether or not it mattered. He was a Coward Killer, and all this Sith did was to make Cowards. Then was he truely the enemy? The provider of prey to the predator who hunts? The Tusken shook his head quickly. Of course he was the enemy, he lead an army of Cowards! But even still the thoughts resided.... Regardless, he dismissed the thoughts of the moment to the task at hand, to apprehend the Sith. He felt that it only took a sentence from this serpents mouth to instill doubt into someone, as he had unwittingly done unto Kyr. Was this fear he felt? He did his best to suppress it for after the engagement.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“I have already met Death.” Moridin said as he walked upon the wall. He truly did not care if Reinforcements found their way here. There were now far more Sith on this world than Mandalorians, and even if they did come...well The Dreadlord had fought armies before. He was careful to never show his back to the Mandalorian, he couldn't trust in their tricks. He smirked slightly as he turned to face the man entirely and squatted down upon the wall, letting his arms rest on the top of his knee's. “I found her...disagreeable.”

Moridin made a joke, though the truth of it would probably scare the man half to death. The Dreadlord smirked, then looked at the man as he tried to stand up. Still willing to fight, still willing to attack. He liked Mandalorians. Despite all that he had gone through with them Moridin admired them. They were fantastic warriors, fantastic killers. He had fought alongside them as many times as he had fought against them. Always they made the best soldiers, but only when they could be brought to heel.

“Why do you fight? Why do you try to resist? You Mandalorians are Soldiers. You are fighters and mercenaries of the greatest breed. You are not leaders. Why be conquerors when you are happy to live in the fight?” Moridin spoke as though he knew more of their culture than he let on. The smirk was still on his face, ever present.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Kyr felt that the Sith's words probably rang truer than they sounded. This almost scared him. But anyone who ran from death, then must be a coward. That is when he decided for sure he was an enemy... if not an admirable one. Mandalorians never held grudge's really, they admitted to losing, and learned from it to give the information to their children. The Sith however, have done nothing but to fight in a grudge, but yet they still manage to endure as the Mandalorians have. He didn't try to understand them, much less than he could do to understand ordinary machines. He attempted to ignore the Sith as much as he could, but to listen to one who came from death is someone not easily ignored. Even if everything rational, and drilled into his personality labeling him a coward and an enemy to be killed, his most primal desires felt an unquenchable thirst for his knowledge. To be the soldier that could never die? But he tried to remind his animalistic self that without death bravery was of no use.

"We would lose everything we are if we did not resist, and conquer. It is who we are, as Sith are meant to oppress, and destroy." He stated to him with pride for his culture, and distain for his. How could his ancestors have ever aligned with these strange beasts?

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Moridin looked at the man, still a smirk one his face. He had of course never actually claimed to be a Sith. In fact the Dreadlord still didn't. He kept the company of the Sith, he was leader of a Sith army. He was god to many of the Sith troopers, but Moridin himself had never used the word Sith to describe himself...and he never would. He was of course to many a Sith by any definition, he used the darkside, he tortured, he killed, he murdered, but to the Dreadlord himself this meant nothing until he titled himself as so.

“I have never asked you not to fight. I would never tell you not to fight.” Moridin grinned as he stood back up and rose to his full height upon the wall. He still clutched his saber in his palm. “I simply wish that you would fight for me. For a cause as I direct. I will bring you everlasting battle. I will bring you glory as you could never believe.”

Moridin was of course trying to speak of the times he had tried to contract the Mandalorians to work for him. Each time they had rebuffed him, because of their honor, because of what the Sith had done in the past. The Dreadlord had understood of course, but perhaps he could convince them...one by one.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton paused as he waited for reinforcements to arrive. It has been a glorious day so far, filled with blood and carnage. True there have been some losses but in a war that was to be expected. They had just secured a hospital filled to the brim with wounded and the dying. The foolish Mandalorians were prepared to make a futile and bloody last stand when Daxton offered them mercy. If they surrendered, the wounded would be unharmed and women and children spared. It amused him that they were that desperate that they actually believed his half truth. Their miserable lives would be spared because he needed new test subjects for his experiments, so for now he let them savor the false sense of hope as they were taken away.

The last of the prisoners had been carted away by his droids under heavy guard, as he surveyed the wreckage of this world from the top of the roof, as the wind caressed his face while he looked at the landscape of the doomed and beaten city. Fires had broken out all over, and from his vantage point he could see the fingers of light as troops battled it out in the distance. Junction was the first to fall, soon the rest of the Mandalore worlds would be part of the Sith Empire and these rabid dogs would be put to the heel.

As his squad of reinforcement Z-2 units arrived in the courtyard below, Daxton nodded to the troopers kneeling on either side of him. Quickly they undid the packages and unfurled the Sith war banners down the side of the building. Satisfied, the Sith Knight turned away and headed back to rejoin the fight.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

"...glory as you could never believe.” The Sith told him. His guard was never let down, his thoughts alone and silent from everything but the background noise of War. Was this the definition of a Sith's 'glory'? Was this the Mandalorian definition of glory? In fact, what truly was glory? All his life he had been told to seek for it, to find it in battle. It was a lesson drilled into his head since the moment he had been born into the harsh desert, a war in itself. If this was what he could percieve as 'glory', what never ending prospect does this Sith believe he could provide him? Even if he did have the power, would Kyr accept it? He sighed slightly. He put away his blaster and then placed his Gaderffii in hand.

"I cannot accept what I cannot imagine." He readied himself for whatever the Sith had in store for him again.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

“Always seeking death.” Moridin said quietly as he watched the Mandalorian put his weapon away and take one out that would assure him of death. Of course he had no way of knowing that Moridin was in fact a blademaster. Most of the other force users of his time had considered him less than shit when it came to his abilities with Sith Magic and alchemy. That was why he had chosen the sword, it was something he was actually quite good at.

The Dreadlord flicked the switch on his lightsaber hilt. A dark orange blade sprang forth, though it did not stop after only a few feet. Instead it extended outwards to a length of six feet and coiled slightly at the bottom of the wall. Moridin grinned at the Mandalorian, it was a lightwhip.

In an instant Moridin flicked his wrist and the length of the dark orange whip surged forward. The length of it jumped out towards the Mandalorian like a viper aiming to wrap itself around his throat.