Under Siege (MANDOS, REPUBS, REBELS OPEN, Other's PM)

[Mythos]

Months after the Dominion of Aeten II Few of the One Sith outpost remained. One. Was the Acraxis Fortress in the Bowel of a Volcanic Mountain. There had stood 2000 Sith Warriors and a battalion of Atrisian men and women who volunteered to join their Will, Darth Mythos.
The Fortress was nigh impenetrable, protected by the very walls of the massive Mountains the only entrance was through it's massive Beskar Gates of Mandalorian Iron. Artillery and Tanks cannot penetrate it for now.... But Rations were running low. Some of the men already had died of starvation, this was the 3rd month into the Siege. Mythos however... was Undeterred and stiff in his opposition.

He looked at the Mando army outside the Blazing wasteland... they were outnumbered ten to one... The Artillery barrage had stopped for now, but Mythos saw the shot and he took it.
"Unleash Hell"
They thought the Fortress was defenseless... they thought wrong. Forty something Heavy Artillery Cannons Opened up on the Mandos along with Sniper and blaster Fire from the massive Walled fortress. The Fortress light up like a parade at Naboo firing and spitting out more heat than a Supernova. The Sound of the Cannons were deafening, and the rattling of blaster machine guns and sniper blasters soon filled the air.

The Jar'Kai numbered about 200, they were not fit for ranged combat so Mythos send them on night raids on the Mandalorian camps... There were only 120 now, and there were only 2 raids on those camps.
The fields were blasted by heavy barrage of defenses.
"They Want to Take Aten! Let them fight for it, and DIE! VICTORY OR DEATH!" Mythos rose his Lightsaber. With fury and Might booming his voice as the Soldiers' morale was never below average around Mythos. He was Courage. He was Pride. Mythos would not let this Fortress Fall while he could defend it.
[member="Vassara Raxis"]​

 

[Karrik Orade]

I need to remind myself the next time I get the itch for a fight to stay home and read a holonovel, 'cause I am just getting far too old for this osik.

Karrik grinned at himself beneath his helmet and tucked himself a little tighter into his fox hole. Beside him, his ward Vykter sat still and silent in his aruetyc armor as they waited for the call to storm the glaring wall of energy discharge that was the One Sith's final stronghold. Neither of them had eaten since the day before and the ache of hunger mixed with the pre-combat combination of sweat and gut wrenching fear that every veteran felt (even if they never admitted it) was starting to wear on his patience.

I'm going to charge the place by myself if only to have something to do besides sit in this hole and stare at this horrid excuse for a sky.

The warning order came over the net and he punched Vykter in the side of his bucket.

"Better make sure your cod piece is fitting alright now kid, once we step off I wouldn't advise you stop to fix it."

The younger man slowly shook his head, clearly unimpressed with his elder's humor as he removed the safety on his rifle. Karrik's grin broadened, and he was glad the other couldn't see his face to know. The last thing he needed was for the kid to realize he had a soft spot for him. He'd never hear the end of it. He rolled from his back to his belly and risked a glance over the rim of the hole to observe the awesome amount of fire that was raining down upon them.

All around there were explosions large enough to shake the ground as the gigajoules of energy hurled from the fortress' cannon expended itself on rock, bush and flesh. Everywhere he looked he saw the bodies of his vode and the huddled forms of those still awaiting the final order. He whispered a few words to honor those who had already fallen for the glory of their Mandalore, and a few more for those who were about to follow them. He ran one final diagnostic on his beskar'gam's systems before looking in the direction of the army's HQ.

Just what in the Dar'yaim are they waiting for?!

 

[Saera Willamina Savan]

A hyperspace rift opened in an uninhabited pocket of space surrounding Aeten II to reveal a lone ship—a Mandalorian-made Skira-Class, the third of its kind commissioned for Lady Saera years ago. Dishes and lenses whirled about atop its tower as it listed on its right side to settle leaning towards the face of the planet. Inside the bridge, communications and sensors officers worked ceaselessly to study the situation below. It was not the first ship to orbit the planet and analyze the battlefields since the beginning of its reclamation, but being one of the few and numbered installations still standing to that day and fortified into the belly of a small volcano, an orbital bombardment would have been ineffective and prone to collateral damage or friendly fire and was never attempted by Mandalorian forces. The lone black Skira simply floated idle in space, gazing upon the world below.

Young Saera, the ship's captain and a Mandalorian for over a decade who had seen battle aside her vode in times before, was called to the situation not by request or order but by mere convenience. She had already been in the galactic sector due to work, as with her parents nowhere to be found, she'd have to take care of herself and live up to their legacy like the young adult she had grown up to. It was her own decision to stop and help the Mando'ade be rid of the remnants of One Sith forces. A communique issued from the CIC over all decks, ordering all deck hands to enter yellow alert and hangar crews to prepare the shuttles for launch. Once Lady Saera had arrived to the hangar from her cabin, a shuttle was ready to receive her and her escort detail.

Six shuttles descended into the pallid blue below. As they drew closer to the landing zone, the sounds and scars of artillery fire became more obvious until it was practically on top of them. Each shuttle landed in uniform approach just within the current firing range of the barrage and let a squad of aliit vode pour from each. Saera's shuttle was commanded to head even deeper in, where the craters, scorch marks and trenches of a protracted engagement laid. When the shuttle had dusted off, she had left alone, the squad once with her pursuing their own objectives. At her back was the large hilt of her alchemy-artifice lightsaber, around her waist the belt of the Templars from the time before they were replaced by the Obsidian Order. Saera did not ever don armor, as she felt it only weighed her down and spoke for someone who enjoyed being at the heart of battle, as opposed to someone who could shape and even circumvent it through clever strategy; she never believed hate to be the true catalyst of the Dark Side's own power. In the backdrop, several of the shuttles had already begun to depart, leaving Saera and the Mandalorians alone on the world with the remaining Sith.

The girl walked with the Force, using the White Current to subdue the immense Dark Side aura about her to not demoralize her allies, and simply walked through the No Man's Land by precognitively avoiding artillery bolt trajectories and particle cannon firing lines. She slid into a nearby fox hole when the barrage grew thicker and tapped the first man she saw on the shoulder, [member="Karrik Orade"].
"Excuse me. Vod! Comm lines are packed, can you tell me what the current situation is?" she asked in a mostly-calm and gentle voice.
The man might be taken by surprise by the very un-Mandalorian appearance of the young Vinferalathi, but she was still a true Daughter of Mandalore by birth and by merit.

 

[Karrik Orade]

Karrik saw the girl coming in his visor's 360 view, leading a fresh detachment of Mandos off of shuttles.

Oh, maybe that's what we were waiting for.

Karrik kicked Vykter hard in the thigh to get his attention, and both men turned to look at the newcomer as a fresh volley of cannon fire brought dirt and less mentionable bits raining down around them.

"At this point, if you just came from orbit, you probably know more than we do." He answered her. "Last I heard, we are supposed to take that near self luminous fort up there-" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the massive Sith compound and it's hidden hordes of Sith warriors and their arsenal of weapons.. "- and after that there's Uj cake for everyone. Except for the Sith of course. They don't get cake."

Karrik rolled back over onto his belly and glanced towards the CP again.

"However, lest we get shot in the face trying to solo it, we are awaiting the final call from someone who's pay grade is just a bit higher than ours."

For whatever reason this seemed to illicit a bark of laughter from Vykter, who was still facing the girl.

"Yea, and if the last month is anything to go by we might just sit here for a while longer. Great vacation spot, very photogenic."

Almost as if to spite the younger man's sarcasm, a loud call came over the tacnet in the voice of their commander.

"All right you wamp rats! Let's show these glowbat wielding bug zappers how the Mando's handle pop guns like theirs. CHARGE!"

All at once, as if the entire past month of pent up anger and anxiety fueled it, a deafening roar rose from the lines of ramikade as they threw themselves from their holes and surged up the shallow embankment leading to the base of the volcano. Thousands of them, in armor of every hue, shape and size, simultaneously opened up with small arms and whatever heavy ordinance their armor allowed them to carry. Karrik risked a quick glance behind him to verify both Vyk and the girl were there, before bounding over a felled ash column to lay suppressing fire down upon the now visible snipers atop the battlements. Incoming fire kicked dirt and rocks all around him, one shot even came close enough to trigger his armor's proximity alarms before he threw himself into the closest cover he could find.

Definitely should have just read a damn holonovel.

[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus watched the battle from his command tower that looked over it. The Artillery and barrages were ongoing and relentless. If the Mandos wanted this fortress, they would have to karking bleed for it. "Focus Fire on ground level! Unleash left flank reserve!"
Mythos had a small platoon of machine gunners outside the fortress hidden in well defended Stone Outcroppings and Under Holders of the Lava.
"They look cold! Warm em up!"
His second order was an explosion of the west mountain wall and a Lake of Lava flowed from it. Beskar would find it hard to resist Molten rock.

Suddenly an Officer of the One Sith came up to Darth Mythos with blaster shots in his Body. panting and gasping for air as he scurried over the Ladder walkway that lead to the commanding position.
"My Lord! Supplies are running Low, The Battle is over we cannot wi-" He started to float in the air as a noose of the Force tightened around him and brought him to the air. Mythos was not amused with this officers... Lack of Faith.
"This battle is over... When I SAY! It is over!" with that he let the officer fall into the ground and rushed to the troops down stairs. The officers coughs went back into the distance as the Sight of Mythos caused the Men to cheer in a great roar of premature victory

This was the Second day of constant artillery barrage. While walking among his men he shouted in defiance using the FOrce to be heard across the Massive Booms of the Cannons. "They don't get in here yet!, Unleash the Rancors! Let loose the Maalraas! Let them feel the heat of This Fortress! "


As he said the words from the Gates rushed 4 rancors with collars and beast masters with Maalraas to support them to the Mandalorian charge who came... a bit premature. Mythos knew that Charge would not take this Fortress, we were not that weak yet. "Let Rip the Machine Guns! Mow Them Down!"
Some of the men already had died of starvation, and famine was running rampant. But a good 800 men still were well fed and ready to keep fighting and manning those guns. If they wanted this fortress, They would face Hell itself, Lava, Monsters, Artillery FIre and Crossfire from defended Machine Gun Nests outside the battlefield. They would lose more men than they killed... That was given. Mythos prepared those defenses... He did not know... there could be no Victory to be had here... Only Death... But he did not see defeat, he saw a glorious victory for the One sith... Pride Blinded Mythos. They could hold and beat back the charge.... but for how long? How long until his men died of Starvation? How long until Ammunition ran out ? Those thoughts should have been on Darth Mythos' mind... they were not.
"This is Our Fortress!! Let them fall beneath its FURY!" The guns doubled the speed of fire, and the roar of the One Sith and Atrisian Jar Kai Swords men was heard outside deliberately as the fire stopped long enough for the enemy to hear that there be monsters here... Then The Barrage came again, with renewed fury.

[member="Særa Ayña Savan"] [member="Karrik Orade"]​

 

[Karrik Orade]

As the hellfire came down around him, Karrik took shallow, ragged breaths of his armor's oxygen. The Sith weren't giving ground and their tricks seemed to be plentiful as they slowly ground away at his brothers and sisters all. Twice now the Mandalorian lines had pressed up against the very gates of the fortress, only to be pushed back by some last minute frenzy from the defenders. Even now the hodge podge mass of clanking armor that was the Mandalorian force was again beating up the face of the mountain.

Beside him, Vykter was leaping from outcropping to outcropping, stopping only to unleash a burst of fire from his rifle here and there. He had to admit, the young lad really was gifted in the arts of war. He wasn't sure what had become of the woman with the glowbat, but he knew that finding a single person in this maelstrom of blasters and canon would be next to impossible. He called for a halt as they neared the gates of the fortress for the third time.

As he stared up at the massive portal of the fortress, he suddenly became very still as a new, rhythmic rumble began to reverberate through the soles of his combat boots. Slowly it grew, until he could almost hear it it shook the earth so. The greater mass of the Mando force was now aware of the same phenomenon he was, and all too many of them had a sickening feeling that they knew what was causing it.

A great metallic groan filled the air about the gate as the massive locking mechanism at its center began to rotate, finally locking into what was presumably the open position as it began to creak and a seam appeared at it's middle. Karrik tightened his grip on his rifle and Vykter reached for his last plasma grenade. Whatever was about to come out of that door, it certainly wasn't going to be a welcoming committee.

The gate parted with a swiftness that belied its massive size, and what it spawned was indeed no nicety. Standing nearly as tall as the gate itself, and roaring with a ferocious and ear piercing sound was a mighty rancor.

OSIK!

"Vyk! I'm going to light that mother up, the minute it opens that big hole in it's face you stick that grenade straight down it's throat and give it a new hole to breath with. Ready!? MOVE!"

The pair leapt from the relative(!) safety of their cover and blazed a path through their scattering brethren. Ahead of them, the rancor was sweeping it's impossibly large arms through the leading ranks of their lines. Men, women and others were being whipped aside like so many children's toys as it let out another deafening screech. One unfortunate Mando was plucked from the line and tossed at the wall with enough force to cave in most of his armor and leave his body a heap of jellied flesh. Karrik glanced at Vykter and knew they had exactly one chance to do this and to do it right or they were both going to wind up in their own piles of goo.

Bounding towards the massive creature, Karrik aimed for they creatures eyes to draw it's attention. Blaster bolts skipped of the armored chitin of the beasts skin, but he successfully drew it's wrath. The drooling rage monster came forward in great strides, crossing the gap between them in almost no time. In his 360 vision he saw Vykter dart out from behind cover, but he was not able to avoid the mighty hand that batted him across the courtyard and into a huddled pack of Mandos trying to provide whatever support they could to the two insane men. Karrik had just enough time to throw himself between the tree sized trunks of the creature's legs as it reached him.

C'mon kid, I can't do this all day.

Særa Ayña Savan [member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

(Was invited in by [member="Darth Mythos"] , he wanted more attackers )

Dusaro slowly roused himself from where he lay in a deep foxhole, seemingly dead for around two one hour, but still alive. The wound in his side had closed and had healed back up, and he gasped as he pulled out a bit of shrapnel still sticking out. "Bloody karking arty." The Mercenary who had been here for the past two weeks spat out. His ears were not shell shocked, they were long used to the bombarding of artillery, and he pulled himself up. "That shot was a good twenty meters away from me... Never underestimate artillery." His mind slowly came back into focus, hearing a sith war cry off in the distance that got his blood boiling, his vision coming back into focus.

"And were back in business!" He said, the war cry of the sith stirring his blood up all the more to kill them all, a glint in his eye as he leapt up and pulled out a verpine shattergun, and then when there was silence, he stopped, his eyes narrowed and his blood boiled. He felt that. He knew what that was. And it made him grin. As the Rancor tore through the gates and came out for all to see, and the mercenary grinned. As it jellied a Mandalorian with its strength and came forward, he could only grin. "They brought us a present! How nice of them!" He said to no one in particular, though his voice carried. Taking out both of his Verpine shatter gun pistols, he started firing at the Rancor as well from the cover of his foxhole. The Shatter Guns would do some damage even to a rancor, despite their small size.

As enemy fire came in, he moved around, and shouted to the Mandalorians nearby. "Want some help up here eh!?" He shouted, keeping clear of the lava and behind cover while he took shots at the rancor. Dusaro saw he was one of the very few actually advancing at the Rancor, and shouted. "ARE YOU MANDALORIANS GOING TO LET A MERCENARY HAVE MORE BALLS THEN YOU, AND FALL BACK WHILE HE GOES FORWARD?! BLAST IT AWAY!" Dusaro roared out, before himself, going off to join those two 'insane guys' who were currently playing tag wtih a rancor. Firing off at the rancor's legs from behind, he quickly moved up to support them.

There was however a deceptive amount of thought in Dusaro's insane looking actions. It was to stab at the pride of any Mandalorians thinking about backing off, or who were. And to get them to start shooting, even if it was just from range at the Rancor. Enough fire power and the beast might roar in anger. Which would give someone, anyone, an opportunity to fire into its mouth with a rocket, or throw a grenade. Though of course, if this would have the intended effect was anyone guess.

"Want some help you excellent bastards!" He yelled out to [member="Karrik Orade"] and Vykter. He saw the woman but for the moment ingnored her, not knowing who she was.

[member="Særa Ayña Savan"]

 

[Nyx]

"Are you sure about this, boss?"
Nyx glanced behind her at her second in command, Kal. The man was staring at the battle below with a look of concern from their place on the ridge.
"Of course I'm sure. It's a lot of money, Kal." The mercenary responded immediately, her own eyes focused on treating her sword with a whet stone. Behind them, the Street Rats readied their own weapons, the few with armor getting it ready. Nyx herself had a glistaweb jacket, which would ensure her safety from blaster bolts. For the most part, anyway.

For six months, the Mandos had been throwing themselves at this fortress, with little in the way of results. Finally, they got over themselves and brought in 'outside assistance'. That's where Nyx and her Street Rats came in. They were to assist the Mandos in breaking the enemies defenses, and slaughtering everyone in the fortress. Not to mention getting paid handsomely for doing just that.

Finally, the Merc With A Mouth decided it was time to get this show on the road. They were rushing the wall again, and they would receive the Street Rat's help.
"Alright Rats, time to earn that paycheck!"

Blaster fire rained down around them as they joined the Mando charge, Nyx leading her Rats with her blade in one hand and her revolver in the other. Occasionally she would take a potshot at the walls, but didn't waste her ammo. Her Rats had more luck with rifles, and even managed to take out a few defenders while avoiding too many losses.
Finally, she dived behind a large rock, breathing hard as she grit her teeth. The idiots had unleashed rancors!
With a deep breath, she stepped out from the rock, and aimed her revolver at the beast.
This was about to get rather complicated.​

@Dusaro@Karrik Orade[member="Darth Mythos"][member="Særa Ayña Savan"]

 

[Karrik Orade]

Karrik grunted as the wind rushed from his lungs. Fighting the urge to curl himself into a ball, he immediately threw himself as far from the crushing legs of the now thoroughly irritated rancor as he could manage. Scrambling for his sidearm (his rifle now smashed into an overly large flimsi weight) he emptied the popgun's pitifully small power pack into the beasts flank as the newcomers added their weight of fire to the brawl.

Across the courtyard, Vykter was picking himself off the ground and slowly fumbling his way back into easy throw distance of the rancor's mouth. Just as he planted his feet and raised his off hand in an obscene gesture to the great brute, it reared it's gored face and let out another titanic howl. Vykter took his chance and lobbed the grenade up...up...up...

...straight into the monster's gaping maw. The great leviathan seemed to choke on the comparatively small device, clawing pointlessly at it's own throat in a vein effort to remove the invader. It never stood a chance. With a muffled wa-FWOOSH the creatures head and a good portion of it's torso exploded into a napalm shower of flaming meat and charred bone.

The two would-be heroes moved shakily towards one another, both removing their helmets to stare dumbly at one another before they burst into a tremendous laughing fit and embraced. They looked at the gathering number of Mandos who were beginning to cheer and rally towards the gate the defenders had so nicely left open to receive them.

That's what over confidence will earn you. Just when I thought I had stopped loving my job! Now that's how you earn your-

Zzzzap!

His thoughts were chopped brutally off as the bolt screamed in at the speed of light, burning so hot that the heat pulled the breath from his lungs even before it struck him in the joint of his breast plate and left arm. His mind barely registered the pain before any nerves in the area were burned dead. Vykter's face seemed to look at him from a thousand lightyears away, though Karrik swore he'd been standing right next to him.

Such a good lad. Always had my back. I'm glad he's here now.

His felt himself hit the ground on his back, his head rolling freely to the side. The awful, ash choked sky above him seemed to spin slowly before it was again replaced with the face of his ward. The young man's eyes burned red as Karrik heard his voice as if from another galaxy.

"Osik, get the karking medic over here!! Karrik! Karrik look at me, stay with me man! Karrik!"

Poor kid. I never did a good job of showing him the ways of normal people. But, he's smart. He'll do alright without me. Oh osik, I always knew I'd meet my fathers-before-me like this but I didn't know it would hurt so damn much. I just...need to get the words out first. Hold on papa, I'll be right there...

"V-Vykter...I...need to say something. Been meaning to say it for a while now..."

The anguish on his face stayed Karrik's breath a moment.

"You...have always been a son to me...and now it's time for my name to pass on to you."

The dim light from the sun, even filtered through the ash clouds seemed to burn his eyes it was so bright. His strength was leaving him quickly. He didn't have much time.

"Stop..stop talking you old bastard and hang on. The medic is coming."

The smile that touched Karrik's lips was as genuine as he could remember one being as he forced his last breath to carry his words.

"Ni kar'tayl...gai sa'ad. I...know your name...as my child, now. Your life is...now your own to make."

He felt cold now, and the light that had blinded him only a moment ago seemed to be but a receding candle. He released his grip on Vykter and felt his body relax.

Now I go to join my father's in honor, to meet those who are nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la, not gone but merely marching far away.

"Now I know something...you don't know..."

The light of Karrik Orade, Mando ramikade and adoptive father of Vykter Orade, was extinguished forever.

 

[Vykter Orade]

No. No. NO!

"Aw...osik...osik..."

Vykter fought back bitter tears as he sorted viciously through his memories to find the words that eluded him.

"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum Karrik."

He rested the Old Man's head on the dirt and stood, the calamity of the firefighting at the gate mere meters away forgotten. He looked up high to the towering ramparts, and with every cubic centimeter of breath he had, unleashed a blood curdling cry towards whoever may be listening.

"I'm coming for you, you sorry bastards! I'm coming, and Dar'yaim is comin' with me!"

[member="Nyx"] [member="Dusaro"] [member="Darth Mythos"] [member="[/I][/COLOR][FONT=tahoma][COLOR=rgb(100,149,237)][URL="http://starwarsrp.net/user/4126-s%C3%A6ra-ay%C3%B1a-savan/"]Særa Ayña Savan[/URL]"][/FONT]

 

[Mythos]

Spurring men into action Animus found himself switching from field marshall to General... such were the sorrows of having poor aid, The fortress was now taking heavy fire at the Gates, but this Fortress Still had teeth to bite back and these Mandalorians would know it would not fall so easily. Already their brothers fell one by one sliced down by machine gun nests they had yet to take out, more demons spilled forward from the gates, Sith War Beasts conjured from the depths of the Galaxy. Maalraas and Sand Panthers slice through Sith beast Masters and Mandalorians alike.

This Fortress was Unique amongst its class because of 4 reasons. Bertha, Onyx, Rourke and Moloc. The Names given to the 4 Massive Artillery Cannons that were now being angled at the main body mass of the Enemy horde. They would fire in Order. Boom, boom, boom, boom.

Then they would take time to load the massive 400 pound Shrapnel or Blast shells that they carried before they would fire again, Boom, boom, boom, boom. it was earth shattering, but it could be timed... a weakness a keen ear could take advantage of. the sound of the Massive shells as they self the canons were amazing but the sound of Whizzing that it did when it came down would make even the bravest Warrior fear for his life before the Explosion came close or far.

Animus said to his officers calmly. "bring up the Harbingers. Let them feel the heat." on Que Sith Riflemen began barreling down fire with the Mighty weapons. Harbingers were amazing for culling waves of attackers, especially with their accuracy and scattering ability. Killing Mythos was undaunted, and he held a reserve of fresh soldiers in the back... we can do this... Animus thought... we can Hold Our Fortress... we can win...


[member="Nyx"] [member="Karrik Orade"] [member="Vykter Orade"] [member="Særa Ayña Savan"] [member="Dusaro"]​

(OOC: Karrik Death Confirmed?)

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[Dusaro Dresari]

Objective: Kill Machinegun nest
Location: Sneaking up beside one
Equipment: Right hand is a repulse hand, Vibro-Sword, Two Verpine Shatter Guns, 3 Flash Bangs, 3 Smoke grenades, 3 Thermal Dets, 2 'sticky' Explosive Detonation Charges.

Dusaro took a moment of silence for the guy who died. Sure he didn't know who he was, but he had some good stuff in him to do what he did. So after his moment of silence in cover, he went from revere, to being pissed.

"Oi! You two!" He shouted out to two Mandalorians who were currently under heavy fire.

"I got me a nice little plan to wipe those rather annoying machine gun nests! Come over here and give me some covering fire! I am going the long way around to give them a nice surprise up the ass!"

The two Mandalorians heard him, looking at him and nodding, one of them tossing him a thermal det. "Blow some sky high for me!" Dusaro grinned, nodding.

"I like you. Get in place and i will move out!"

The two Mandalorians pulled away quickly from the main battle, slowly pinning down the rough location of the machine gun nest, and when they found it, they started taking pot shots at it to attract its fire.

Crouching down low, he pulled out the clips and replaced them on both his shatter guns, and then started moving to find the hidden machine-gun nests. Which wouldn't be to hard, he had himself hunkered down away from the main force, watching on the sides where he had heard some shots were coming from. And he slowly crawled in a long arc around them, reasonably good at sneaking.

When he got close enough to the nest, he stopped, pulling out the thermal det tossed to him earlier. He had plenty of his own, but that wasn't the point. It was the heart put into the weapon that counted, and he got up, pulling his right arm back and giving it a good throw, arced it beautifully into the nest. After it went off, he started to rush forward with a war cry, pulling out one verpine shatter gun in his left hand, and sword in his right.

[member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Vykter Orade"] @Nyx @Særa Ayña Savan

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Location: Fort
Objective: sneak inside and open the gates from the inside
Allies: [member="Dusaro"] [member="Vykter Orade"]
Enemy: [member="Darth Mythos"]

The fields were pumping death. Screams, pain, fury, fear, suffering.

Mantic had spent an entire day in mediation to prepare his mind to withstand the wall of emotions that would be thrown against him. Sieges were terrible parts of any war. Not that Mantic felt that either side were good people from the beginning, but never the less they all suffered the same losses and it was a dreaded thing to any attuned with the light side.

The Mandalorians assault on the fortress was most likely to be a success sooner or later but from the looks of it the Republic command has decided that it was most likely that it would be the latter of the two and with the constant threat from the One Sith and the Primevil looming over them the republic did want to see a swift victory for the mandolorians in this sector. What kept the Mandalorians at bay seemed to derive from the fact that its never faltering commander was a sith,. keeping the defenders in check and as it seemed, in good morale. This battle was far from over it seemed and it might even be that the Mandalorians had underestimated this sith and the fortress.

Among the aid sent from the republic was also a member of the jedi order told to assist.

Mantic stood still underneath the tall dark walls of the fortress. He had managed this far only by making the approach very slow and constantly avoid detection through the landscape that was littered with holes and blown up bunkers. He did sense the darkness from the fortress but it was to imprecise to reveal any exact details about any present sith. Fear and pain was also part of the dark side and it shielded the sith well, for now.

He closed his eyes and bent his knees. there he stood focusing for a moment before he pressed upward. It was a tall leap, about as high as he could hope to manage. But it was enough.
He landed silently, six meters up, inside an arched window to the east side of the fort. He held his breath for a brief time and then motioned for the hatch of the window to open it up. He slid inside landing in what appeared to be a an old storage room of sorts. Furniture and other things that no one used any longer.

Up until the fort walls he had been confident that no one had detected him, he had taken days to make sure he was kept undetected during his slow approach.
But inside was another matter. If there was an alarm in the room he could not see it. Regardless he had to move quickly from here and he moved to the one door leading further inside and into a large hallway outside. If the schematics were correct he would find the gate control room to the right, one floor up. He just hoped he would manage to slip past any guards without detection.

 

[Mythos]

The Sound of cannons and artillery Fire was music to his Ears, warfare was his home, death his food, Blood and agony his companion ever faithful and true. Mythos stood directing the fire of the Harbingers to accurate and important enemies like that crazy nut job that was currently taking on a Machine gun nest ([member="Dusaro"]). Moving on through the walkways of the massive lineup he made this fortress fight back with everything it had, every gun was being manned and every able bodied man was up in some ledge dumping hell fire and all down at the attackers but suddenly he felt a presence of unease... a Lightsider? ([member="Mantic Dorn"]) he felt the presence eerie familiar but he dismissed it as quickly as it came as 'The Heat of Battle' and nothing more.

Beside Mythos this time as he requested was [member="Naga Itesak"], his Prized apprentice, a warrior worth more than every damn soldier he had around here but he would never admit it, he pointed down at a pinned Mandalorian consort of fighters ([member="Vykter Orade"]) and ordered the Riflemen of the left side of the Fortress to focus the fire on that position and keep them pinned down... Mythos was hatching up a hair brained scheme.

"Naga! My apprentice, Fight today like a monster and i shall reward you tomorrow as a King" He spoke in the loud booming voice of a General and an Emperor the Will of Atrisia was not going to back down or surrender this fort until ever blasted life here was spent and the Mandalorians paid in blood for every inch of ground they took. "That goes for the rest of you too! Fight Like Men Today! Feast like Gods tomorrow!" The Men erupted in a blood boiling cry of defiance that brought tears of fury and rage to the eyes of not just a few. "Give them Hell!"

Boom, boom, boom, CRASH! Mythos held his hand up to his face to stop the debris from falling... one of the Major Artillery Batteries, Moloc was destroyed by Mandalorian Artillery. "Damn..." he muttered under his breath cursing the damn luck the Mandos had for blasting to nothing the Battery, luckily the other 3 where still firing continuously. "Focus Fire on the Advancing Hordes! Close the Gates and let loose More firepower!" With that the Gates were closed and the hatches from the middle floors opened up with Turrets that were not as easily reachable and also... he had waited for some time to release something he had been holding on to... Drexyl riders...

Suddenly in the sky, 7 Armored Drexyl riders and rode into the battle, flown and trained in the Bases Atrisian long ranges these specific battle unit was used to gain control of the Air but here Mythos was using it as Morale booster, which the men reacted to with cheers and roars of premature victory and also a terror weapon against his enemies. "Go get em boys! Tear them appart!" as if on command, the Riders hoisted up their Magna spears and swooped down in formation into the battlefield.​

 

[Rapax]

Naga had taken the form of such a beast its been a while since he would enjoy using this in combat but he shall enjoy ripping all the mandos to pieces. There was one he was searching for..the one who charged in with the rancor he was his main concern at the moment... He flew in his drexyl form he offered [member="Darth Mythos"] to rid on top so that they can take some of the mando gun ships in the air. Hopefuly clearer skies can benefit us...yet he was still looking for [member="Dusaro"]


[member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Vykter Orade"]

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Equipment: Right hand is a repulse hand, Vibro-Sword, Two Verpine Shatter Guns, 3 Flash Bangs, 3 Smoke grenades, 3 Thermal Dets, 2 'sticky' Explosive Detonation Charges.

Dusaro got into the Machinegun nest, finding it nicely deserted, miffed that they had all died so easily, sheathing his sword and putting his gun in its holster. "NEST CLEARED, I REPEAT NEST CLEARED!" He roared to the Mandalorians with a grin, getting back into the feeling, before hearing the crack of something, and seeing a brief flash. He threw himself down to the ground as harbinger rounds flew down on him, and he swore.

"Bloody hell, i just finished, dont i even get five minutes huh!?" He yelled, checking the light MG that was mounted. The gun itself was fine, but all the ammo save one box was gone. Unclipping it from where it was placed, he pulled it out of the fire, and clipped the extra ammo to his side, grinning. Then he heard the roar of drexls in the air, and looked up, seeing them flying. "Oh my..." A disturbingly large grin ripped its way from ear to ear, his eyes narrowing in a disturbingly bestial way, shifting his position and then moving, leaping up and out of the nest, getting on the other side of it, the downhill side to be covered from the Harbingers. And then, he took aim, starting to fire at the formation of Drexel's, most of the shots flying at [member="Naga Itesak"] and his rider [member="Darth Mythos"] .

 

[Vykter Orade]

Vyk launched himself into the crater behind [member="Dusaro"] and lobbed a grenade towards the next nest in line. Looking up at the terrible roar, he activated his bucket's comm system and radioed the HQ.

"Manda Actual, Manda Actual this is Reaper 2-2. Be advised we have 7 armored sky organics with riders approaching the MSR into the fort. Requesting immediate air support! Send in the Angels!" He screamed over the din of the battle. He slapped in a fresh power pack and began to pray. They were getting shredded. He had no doubts about their ultimate victory, the Mando's simply had numbers the Sith couldn't contend with, but before that victory came the Sith were going to bleed them and hurt them savagely. Someone needed to get inside and reopen the damned gates.

He pushed aside the painful memory of the last encounter at the gates and slapped [member="Dusaro"] on the back of his bucket to signal he was moving up. Lifting his rifle and spraying fire, he continued up the ridge. Behind him, the screams of the Drexyl's was slowly overcome by the whine of repulsorlifts.

[member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Mantic moved silently, avoiding detection for some time. The fortress was under an intense stage of the siege which most probably drew the defenders attention away from internal security.

But never the less Mantic had been forced to be on his toes, at a few points using the force to avoid detection. It was not a burst of power, and he tried to be subtle knowing that there were at least one trained sith inside the keep.

As he closed in on the gate house he could hear how the great machinery was working hard to raise the gate. The attackers was likely close and the gate might be what was needed to quicken the battle at this point.

He took another high leap up unto a ledge leading around the courtyard wall and into the gatehouse. There were many soldiers at this point, all keeping their attention toward the enemy, blasterfire flying all over the place. Mantic ran swiftly across the thin ledge keeping his feeting up until the final step where he jumped up and flipped around in the air landing on the massive wall.

He had misscalculated the distance and there were still a distance between him and the gate house. A sith trooper turned at his sudden appearance, rifle raised.

"Identify yourself!" he ordered.

"I..." Mantic started but other troopers turned as well.

"Its one of those damned jedi's! Kill it!"

Mantic pushed the first trooper over the wall and down into the abyss below. Then his lightsaber flashed to life as he parried and returned the second troopers fire into its chest. The third found his green blade sticking right through its chest.
He was killing. there is no emotion...

There were shouts, running steps. Mantic unlit the saber and ran the last distance fast. The door into the gate house was closing but he made it by an inch, rolling inside it ending up on a balcony-stairway leading around the gate control room. Two troopers and several gate operators started to shout orders to each others as blasterfire opened up. Mantic fought methodically, and defeated the two guards quickly and tossed one of the operators trying to flee toward the wall. The intent was to knock him out but it was hard to say how the effect would be.

Finally he jumped down i to the center, facing the gate house commander. A middle aged man, black hir with gray streaks into it.

"Gentlemen," mantic unlit the saber and looked around. These were technicians, not soldiers. But they were indoctrinized for sure.
"Appologizes for my lack of etiquette but I need you to open the gate now."
No one reacted and Mantic sensed their disciplined training would not be easy to persuade.

So without further due he looked at the commander.

"There is no need to have the gate closed, commander."

Moments later the gate slowly opened up once more...


[member="Darth Mythos"] [member="Dusaro"] [member="Naga Itesak"] [member="Vykter Orade"]

 

[Mythos]

Seeing His apprentice [member="Naga Itesak"] turn into the Beast of a Drexl he hopped on his back and used the force to guide his direction as a rider would. They joined the formation of armored drexl that were constantly under a barrage of Fire from down and from Mandalorian Gunners. One by one the Drexl riders were falling but Mythos and Naga headed straight for an Enemy Gunship when Mythos ignited his Black core Lightsaber.... the Pride.

Angling himself, Naga swooped to the Side and Mythos' lightsaber came with the Force and speed Naga was flying, and sliced off the Wing of the gunship sending it down in a blur of Smoke and screams to the battlefield where it exploded upon impact. "Naga! Down There!" He pointed at the Near battalion of Mandalorians way behind enemy lines , Naga and him Swooped down dodging flak gun fire before Naga came crashing down upon their position swiping with ferocity and picking off Two Mandalorians with his Talons as Mythos cut down Soldiers with his lightsaber.

As soon as they landed they were off, The Skin of the Drexl was tough enough to resist blaster fire and the Screams of the Mandalorians in Naga's Talons were quickly drowned out as he let them go at several hundred feet, they should have brought JetPacks....
Suddenly Mythos realized that... the Karking Gate was Open? But how? Who gave that Order? No time to ponder. Mythos gave a Command in his wrist com to the Officers in charge. "Who Gave the Order to open the Gates!? Have those Gates closed Immediately!"
"Right away sir"


"Naga we have our hands full! Get me to that Gate and lets' get Smashing in the ground shall we!?" He hated to go back down because quite honestly this was the single most epic battle Mythos had ever partaken in, Riding through the Sky with Naga they engaged in yet another clash with a Gunship who found a Drexl in their window and a Sith Kinght slashing away at his Cockpit.

Before long the Gunship came down and Naga and Mythos were headed straight for the Gate, once Landing Mythos dismounted and stood in front of the Gates. With his mighty War Cry that turned into a Force Shout he blasted any warriors who stood before the Gate, beating them back and breaking their spirit. Deflecting blaster shots he squeezed back into the Fortress and suddenly was confronted with the truth of why there was suddenly an opening of the Gate. When he rushed inside to see what was going on the commander was beside a cloaked figure... a figure Mythos recognized from the time he was in Atrisia... "Well... i guess this changes everything... "

His saber ignited and he stood before the Jedi Knight. How good would a Jedi Knight Fare against a Sith Knight? Pretty decently he was sure.... however how good would a Jedi Knight Fare against a Sith Knight with an Army on his back?... we would soon find out.

[member="Mantic Dorn"] [member="Vykter Orade"] [member="Dusaro"]​

 

[Rapax]

Naga swooped down at [member="Dusaro"]'s position and landed in front of Dusaros position still in his drexyl form he looked down on the ant that was before him and with a snarl he curled his talons into a fist and raised it high into the air, Before swinging it straight down at dusaro in the hopes of smashing him into the ground.