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

[Mythos]

(This duel is awesome XD )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_VTfrF6TWU


The Battle of Light and Darkness Erupted in the middle of the Battlefield, the clash of the Black Core of Pride and the Green Blade of [member="Mantic Dorn"] was the stuff of Legends. It was what Mythos had wanted all along, Mantic had given Mythos a legendary battle that would be spoken of in the times to come and never forgotten, How One Sith Soldiers faced off against all odds and fought to the end. One By one His Illusions were dissipated and the Boulder that Mythos threw came back at him with all the force he initially threw it, slamming before him and dissipating the Illusion.

The Sweep kick had caught him off guard and he fell, hitting the ground as he came down and suddenly a Sniper shot flew right between them ([member="Edward Blake"]). The Shot created the distance he needed to recover from the fall, if Mantic had not kicked him from under his feet and he had not fallen, that bullet would have either disarmed him, or ripped his hand off. Calling Myth back to his hand with the force he executed a Kick/Recovery that looked a lot like a break dance in the floor, with both lightsabers joining in the flurry of movements, blocking his downwards strike, the movement got him back on his feet and stepping away from his enemy.

His broken clavicle was making him slow, his lightsaber attacks and movements was slightly clumsier than usual, the only reason it was not outright broken and useless was because the pain from the broken clavicle was fueling him onward and giving him strength. Clipping the Saber/Staff back together Mythos Unleashed an Acrobatic Force Jump of Ataru over his opponent to put him to the back of the enemy that had a bead on him. Using [member="Mantic Dorn"] as a shield to protect himself from any incoming fire Mythos smiled knowing the surroundings were on his side.. Positioning was very important in warfare.

Again Mythos came with a flurry of Juyo at Mantic, the Speed and Mastery of the Style was Growing with Mythos with every passing battle, it was in this war that Mythos struck down whatever and whoever stood in his way. The Routine was Furious and powerful backed up by a Warcry that came from the bowels of hell itself. Several Horizontal and Vertical strikes, always having in between them a Thrust to his Belly when he was Open, Mythos ended with a Massive Twirl of his blade bringing to his back when finished, it was then his Warcry turned into a Force shout that tuned into a Force Bellow that cracked the Very Ground they were under with it's massive Ripples and Dark Force Energy that was in itself, a Tidal wave of Energy.

Noticing his Force Bellow was coming forth from his mouth Mythos followed up behind it Igniting the Symbol of house CHaf in Pride making the Blade of Pride become so powerful and mighty it grew to multiple times it size and power as he focused all the Force Energy he had on the attack. Bladestorm came after the Force shout, a Horizontal Ranged Wave of energy that could slice Stone and Boulder, Steel and flesh as well as anything else. His Signature maneuver that he carried on from [member="Darth Ferus"], the Move that had killed Kezeroth the Beholder came behind the Force Bellow and instantly came Mythos behind it using Force Augmentation on his legs to come back crashing down upon the Jedi and end this battle once and for all one another Vicious flurry of Juyo.

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[Mythos]

(This duel is awesome XD )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o_VTfrF6TWU


The Battle of Light and Darkness Erupted in the middle of the Battlefield, the clash of the Black Core of Pride and the Green Blade of [member="Mantic Dorn"] was the stuff of Legends. It was what Mythos had wanted all along, Mantic had given Mythos a legendary battle that would be spoken of in the times to come and never forgotten, How One Sith Soldiers faced off against all odds and fought to the end. One By one His Illusions were dissipated and the Boulder that Mythos threw came back at him with all the force he initially threw it, slamming before him and dissipating the Illusion.

The Sweep kick had caught him off guard and he fell, hitting the ground as he came down and suddenly a Sniper shot flew right between them ([member="Edward Blake"]). The Shot created the distance he needed to recover from the fall, if Mantic had not kicked him from under his feet and he had not fallen, that bullet would have either disarmed him, or ripped his hand off. Calling Myth back to his hand with the force he executed a Kick/Recovery that looked a lot like a break dance in the floor, with both lightsabers joining in the flurry of movements, blocking his downwards strike, the movement got him back on his feet and stepping away from his enemy.

His broken clavicle was making him slow, his lightsaber attacks and movements was slightly clumsier than usual, the only reason it was not outright broken and useless was because the pain from the broken clavicle was fueling him onward and giving him strength. Clipping the Saber/Staff back together Mythos Unleashed an Acrobatic Force Jump of Ataru over his opponent to put him to the back of the enemy that had a bead on him. Using [member="Mantic Dorn"] as a shield to protect himself from any incoming fire Mythos smiled knowing the surroundings were on his side.. Positioning was very important in warfare.

Again Mythos came with a flurry of Juyo at Mantic, the Speed and Mastery of the Style was Growing with Mythos with every passing battle, it was in this war that Mythos struck down whatever and whoever stood in his way. The Routine was Furious and powerful backed up by a Warcry that came from the bowels of hell itself. Several Horizontal and Vertical strikes, always having in between them a Thrust to his Belly when he was Open, Mythos ended with a Massive Twirl of his blade bringing to his back when finished, it was then his Warcry turned into a Force shout that tuned into a Force Bellow that cracked the Very Ground they were under with it's massive Ripples and Dark Force Energy that was in itself, a Tidal wave of Energy.

Noticing his Force Bellow was coming forth from his mouth Mythos followed up behind it Igniting the Symbol of house CHaf in Pride making the Blade of Pride become so powerful and mighty it grew to multiple times it size and power as he focused all the Force Energy he had on the attack. Bladestorm came after the Force shout, a Horizontal Ranged Wave of energy that could slice Stone and Boulder, Steel and flesh as well as anything else. His Signature maneuver that he carried on from [member="Darth Ferus"], the Move that had killed Kezeroth the Beholder came behind the Force Bellow and instantly came Mythos behind it using Force Augmentation on his legs to come back crashing down upon the Jedi and end this battle once and for all one another Vicious flurry of Juyo.

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[Edward Blake]

(The Glorious Double Post! )

Blake looked at his shot miss and ticked in annoyance. Just his luck, too. He had given away his position and a squad of Sith troops were already firing at him. Eddie ducked and rolled behind the boulder, warming up his flamethrower attachment.

This was gonna be a barbecue, all right...

The Comedian stood back up and fired a jet of napalm and white phosphorus mixed together, setting the troops ablaze. The metal of their armor was superheated, cooking them from the inside. Ouch. It even smelled like a cookout.

Blake smiled then. Damn, he loved what he did.

Jumping into the fray, Eddie went berserk with his flamer, setting anything that looked like a Sith alight or shooting it to hell. Bolts flew all around him, several nearly taking off his head.

He didn't care.

Some troops, in awe and fear, spotted the smiley face pin and realized who they were up against. They threw down their weapons and ran or surrendered. The ones that surrendered were shot or cooked. The ones that ran were shot if he could aim at them in time, which he usually did.

Damn, he really liked his job.

The Comedian was inspiring the Mandalorian warriors around him, making them redouble their efforts and fight even harder.

Victory was near. It was a matter of time now...



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

 

[Mantic Dorn]

He cursed between clenched teeth as the plan backfired. The sith spun around on the ground deflecting his blow effectivly.
The jump over Mantic was expected and their continued duel never seized as [member="Darth Mythos"] kept the flurry active, pressing at every moment. The sith seemed to be feeding on his every emotion to keep the strength and speed up, but there were signs of fatigue.
Mantic felt it himself, forced to use his powers to ignore it.

The strikes and parry continued without pause regardless and the fighters kept at it in their never ending dance of death.

The the force scream came, pushing the jedi back. It pounded on his body and soul. A seering pain spread across his body as the strength of the voice suddenly grew way stronger with extreme speed.

Mantic felt the sweat dripping from his forehead and with every move the wet body fluid splashed away from his hair. At the last moment he sensed what was about to happen and jumped high as the very ground underneath him was cracking open. The force wave tore at both ground and stones around them with a terrifying raw power, but In mid air he had avoided the lethal attack. He used a light push to move himself forward and above the rush that [member="Darth Mythos"] utilized to utterly destroy him. This time to land on solid ground. With a sound thud he landed on one knee regaining balance just behind the ravaging sith.

This time he had the momentum and drawing on years of attunement with the light side he pulled [member="Darth Mythos"] back to himself and an awaiting green blade meant to penetrate him.

 

[Rapax]

Naga figured now was the time to leave he was still pretty injured despite the fact and this battle was not theirs to win. He put away his lightsabers still in the cover of the smoke grenade, He transformed into his Drexyl form once more and flew up into the air and flew off he went in search of a transport off this planet for him and the rest of his allies when he found one lightly gaurded ship he swooped down and sunk his talons into the unsuspecting mandalorians throwing them far before changeing to his normal form and sliceing the head off the last mandalorian guard but not before that mandalorian managed to fire 2 shots one into his shoulder the other skimmed the side of his ribs. He howled for a moment but he pushed him self to keep going, he entered the ship and fired it up when he finally got it in the air he dodged anti-air fire and swooped down low for any of the Royal guards to jump in quickly and swooped in right beside [member="Darth Mythos"] beckoning him to climb on board. That the time to leave was now.


[member="Dusaro"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos Was in the fight of his life as he found himself being pulled by the Jedi. Instead of pushing backwards which is what would happen in a Niman push and pull attack that would lead to demise, instead he force jumped to the Jedi to overshoot him, angling his body he made sure to go over the lightsaber and over the shoulder, once he hit the ground he dropped on a roll coming back up facing Mantic and letting Loose his Force Inhibitor Darts that were standard Issue for every Sith Assassin Member. He Threw Them at him vertically in a single throw, Shoulder chest and knee. "We will have to continue this encounter some other time Jedi." He laughed before using the Darkside to empower him.

He Force Jumped his way to a gunship while the Forces sprayed the area where the Jedi was with Rail Gun Fire and Blaster fire from Multiple Gunships. One of these gunships was a Mandalorian Gunship manned with Royal guards, he could only expect that to be Nagas' work, however in the nine hells he did it in the first place.

From the Gunship platform he waved off to the Jedi below as he intended to get out the Survivors of ths battle that was over... about fifty of the one thousand six hundred of the Men of the Fortress of Aten II survived. The Wounded were left there to die. While heading out the Mandalorians focused their fire upon the Fortress and the Small pockets of resistance that remained and as such the Royal Guard of Atrisia was able to escape in tact after the Destructive battle only loosing four men. Other Sith troopers that survived including an Squadron of Engineers also made it out even if some of the Gunships took heavy fire none were taken down in their Exit.

[member="Naga Itesak"]​

 

[Mantic Dorn]

They had both started to read each others movements as the duel waged forth and back over the battle field. And just as Mantic had managed to avoid the sith's powerful force bellow [member="Darth Mythos"] now anticipitated Mantics next move and dashed past him. Both turning panting hard but while Mantic was preparing his next move [member="Darth Mythos"] tossed his darts at him. He parried one of them mid air, the second missed his knee by an inch but the third struck his shoulder. He grinned and looked a bit perplexed at it, not sure what to make of it.

Then the gunship swooped in and Mantic sensed a second presence, a darkness of lesser power then the one he was now facing but brooding still. [member="Naga Itesak"] was on board and the two of them bore the same patterns.
He felt doubt as his first thoughts were that he would be forced to fight two sith. At the same time he felt something strange as the anti force poison started to spread through his body.
But the sith's had other plans then continue the fight. The tide of the larger battle had turned in the Mandalorians favor, the sith forces were withdrawing and abandoning their positions.

He watched the vile creature that had given him the combat of his life time. He did not reply to him, but he silently agreed. Somehow, somewhere they were bound to meet anew. Mantic would return to the temple on Ossus and try to learn more of this sith. It was not someone he would underestimate a second time.

Unlitting his saber he followed the ships retreat and then gazed down toward the fortress where the victors started their celebration. He passed out through the battle field looking for wounded to help.

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

Dusaro saw through his thermal visor as [member="Naga Itesak"] started to fly away, anger boiling up as he screamed. "Karking sith ran!?" He swore, snarling and growling as he watched the ships take off and fly away. He took off his visor and sheathed his weapons, still snarling in anger as he went to join in cleaning up any remaining troops. After the work was done, he would simply leave, taking any payment he was given before going back to work as usual. Though in case he ever ran into that sith again, he would keep his eyes peeled for the coward.

 

[Edward Blake]

"Damn, Jedi. You're lucky to be alive."

Blake was behind [member="Mantic Dorn"] now, lighting a cigar. The stench of death was heavy on him. Holding a bloody rag to the back of his head with one hand, Eddie went on.

"I saw your little tango. Tried to help, but some Sithspawn came over and I had to cook them."

The Comedian shrugged and blew smoke right into the Jedi's face. He waited for a second in case he had anything to say back to him...

 

[Mantic Dorn]

Mantic turned and smiled at [member="Edward Blake"]

"Luck?" he grinned at him. "... maybe so..." he turned his head upward again at the small dot that was left from the gun ship.

"Thank you for trying to help me, I wish I could say that I did the same for you, but... I was too kept busy."
He peered back at the man.

"Are you mandalorian?"

 

[Edward Blake]

Blake laughed, more of an exhale, and replied,

"Do I look like a tin can? Nah. Republic Special Forces. I was...encouraged to participate in this little fiasco."

Eddie grimaced as he checked the back of his head. Still bleeding.

"You know where I can find some bacta?"

[member="Mantic Dorn"]

 

[Vykter Orade]

As [member="Naga Itesak"] leapt back into the sky he realised that this fight was through, but the war was yet to be complete. Time to return to the gate, finish what they started and get paid. He was sick of this world.

He rushed back down the slope of the hill the machine guns had been buried in, taking in the sight of the epic clash between the Jedi and Sith. The whole thing seemed to happen too fast for reality, as if every movement would shatter the very fabric of space. The struggle came to it's climax as he came into the courtyard, arriving just in time to witness the Sith escape with the remains of his devastated forces.

He stopped running and took off his bucket, tasting the bitter sweet air mixed with ash and the constant tang of ozone from months of continuous combat. The contract he and Karrik had accepted was now fulfilled and he could leave this world. After he collected his share of the spoils and his fees, he made sure to find [member="Dusaro"] and bid him a farewell and a safe travels.

"Feel free to comm anytime you have work. I suppose you can call if you're in a pinch too." He laughed and offered a fist to the fellow warrior before departing. There was nothing left for him on this barren rock. Karrik had been cremated as he had spoken of to him before, he had his money and the ship was waiting. His ship. He looked out over the rocky wastes one last time as he strode up the large cargo ramp and then he made his way to the cockpit. The old freighter lurched from the ground and streaked for orbit. It only took a few moments to load the coordinates of the nearest of his preferred watering holes, and when the navicomputer chirped he pulled back on the hyperdrive controls and left Aeten II behind forever.

 

[Dusaro Dresari]

(Late reply is late 10/10 would be late again)

Dusaro bid farewell to [member="Vykter Orade"], taking the mans fist in the appropriate manner with a large grin. "Indeed. I am Dusaro, easy enough to find on the merc boards. Number '9029' if you need to call for help. And if that time ever comes, count on me to be there." He said, saluting and heading back to his ship, collecting his money and leaving.