Under the Storm(Mandalorians/Sith)

[Mirta Kar]

" Love some... " She had never been so glad to see the face of a fellow mando before. she tried to get up but cringed, her armor was bent in on her self.. .She realized it hurt to breath.. she was stuck in her damned armor... " I hate the sith and that man..." She had never been so humiliated, She had never been beaten so badly. She needed some new tricks, and some healing, she was going to tough it up though, once she got a drink, She could handle a bit of pain. She would just have to get her armor fixed.. She managed to sit up though, not withstanding the pain in her body from having the air squeezed out of her. She also managed to get off her helmet and looked to Verz " Thank you, I thought I was a goner... " She looked down, she had let her clan and her fellow mando's down, she had lost and let the man go on and kill others. She had not been strong enough.

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz handed her his canteen, noticing she was still in pain. He also saw something silvery on her armor, but he decided not to pay too much attention to it. He also saw that she had a defeated expression on her face.
"We still haven't lost the planet. And We will get that piece of osik."
He got up to check the windows, looking for any hostiles that might be near. Seeing no other living things, he walked back over to her and sat down.
"You know,I was once in a similar situation."

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine pushed open one of the sewer grates and leaped out into the demolished and somewhat empty street, moving the grate back into place before taking off towards the outskirts, where a skiff previously obtained before the chaos began would be waiting for him along with a group of mercs who would transport him away from this city and onto the next one. Waiting for him were his remaining Hydra Commandos, who quickly gathered onto the skiff as Kaine approached, who followed them onto the skiff, which powered up and rushed off into the outskirts of the city, heading out into the wastes. Kaine opened up a grid map of Concord Dawn, and plotted a course for Acadia.

 

[Jorn Mair]

OOC @Kaine is this you retreating?
Jorn had found nothing on them. it was a waste of time. he had atarted to drift away from them to find his forgoten armor. and thought better of it. he found his Merc body and put on his armor mixed with the Bandit armor. His normal armor would be hidden with the clothing of the Tribe-like people. He knew that he may heve been watched and turned around to see some more peple standing there.

Jorn used his rifle to shoot and run.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

OOC: That city is pretty much wasted and ruined, and set to crumble into nothing at the flip of a switch if need be.

"Oye! Git 'im!" Said the largest Merc as he opened fire with his heavy repeater at the moving target, his fellows following suit as some fell to lethal blaster wounds and others were just grazed or injured.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn was running from the Bandits. They had made him. most of the SHots sent his way were deflected by his armor. However a few shots would hit his already indured sholder. he called with his distress beacon that he needed an ship to pick him up. He didnt want to try and fight all of these people at once. and its always good to have a backup team. He reached a 2-story house and opend a flare to show hwere he was. He knew that it would expose him but he needed to get out of here. A shiver went up his spine. He had a felling that the sith erre going to some how demolish the city requagless of who is still in there. he sent another beacon to be sure that of ether the first one didnt make it or that it would show he was in some deep trouble.

 

[Mirta Kar]

" You have? really? " She said doubting him, she did seem to be in a better mood as he reminded her the fight was not yet over. She took a drink of his canteen before returning it to him. " I want to ensure this place is safe... Do we have any basilisk war droids around or something to turn the tides? I just feel they are better equiped for this than us with their force... I mean I couldn't do anything... he had me held and was squeezing the breath out of me.. with just a simple action... How are we suppose to kill that.." She felt they needed that extra omph. She just hoped they had that extra omph as if they didn't she wasn't sure they could win this.

 

[Verz Horak]

He took his canteen and placed it back on his belt.
"Granted, I wasn't fighting Sith. But I can tell you later. But now, I can give you some good news."
He pulled out two grenades, different from thermal or concussion grenades. He t one in the palm of her hand.
"Guess what these are."

 

[Mirta Kar]

" Grenades? " She said knowing there must be something else to them, or else he wouldn't make such a deal about them. She eyed them with interest wondering what it was. She was glad to be on his side with random arms like that.. she wondered what else we had to surprise the sith. of course she wanted to know what this grenade was, she hadn't seen its like before.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton was once more in the lead of his group, cutting down civilians trying to escape the chaos. It greatly amused the Dark Knight to mentally dominate some Mandalorians grunts and have them turn their weapons against the very people they were trying to protect before allowing them the honor of blowing out their brains.

Damn shame the Mandalorians weren't Jedi. Then this would so much more fun. Ordering his men to barricade, light up a building that several Mandalorians had barricaded themselves in. As the flames began to lick up the structure, he wondered how long it would take for them to cook alive.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal darted between the screaming civilians, keeping his profile low to protect him from any blaster fire that his thick armour could not deflect. Beside him lay a mangled defence turret, its remains scorched and twisted, far past repair, even for his engineering skills. Before his his eyes darted a horde of darkness, scarlet swathes of death slicing through all before them, a blazing trail in their wake. Kal turned tail, terrible fear coursing across him. Sprinting past the civilians he stopped before a half-destroyed comm-tower, debris scattered in front of it. A chance for escape. Slamming a door in, he charged up the stairs, sliding to a halt at the tower controls.

The windows were already gone, displaced by the sandstorm, jagged shards in their place. The aura of fear the darkness gave off was amazingly powerful, staggering Kal and bringing him to his knees. Closing his eyes, he just focused on his breathing. The rhythmic action focused his mind, calmed his mind. He hated himself for it, hated his cowardice, hated is use of the sort of meditative actions the jedi would perform. Nevertheless, he rested his rifle on the window frame, staring through its highly magnified scope across the madness. As the darkness stormed past, he couldn't help but feel it was watching him. He could only wait.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton turned the sausages he had impaled on a stick and pulled them out of the fire. Mandalorians cook rather well it seemed, the victims of the fire tried to escape the blaze but the Sith Knight and his cohorts erected force shields around the buildings windows and doors. It was so amusing to see the hope die in their eyes as they realized there was no escape. A mother tried to shield her young ones with her body, as the flames increased in intensity, swallowing them alive in the flame. Perhaps they died quickly, the fire consuming all the breathable air as it seared their flesh. Daxton sincerely hoped not. He wanted them to suffer. Suffer as he had suffered. Fire cleanses all sins after all and the Mandalorians had a lot to pay for.

It was only after the blaze had died down a bit that he decided to cook some sausages he had brought with him. The nice fat links were cooked a golden brown and drizzled with fat. Blowing softly he took a bite and savored the rich meaty taste before drinking some wine from his canteen.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

The horde pulled to a halt, Kal gulping in utmost fear as he hid below the window, attempting to shield himself from whatever the Sith were doing, whatever twisted and sick practices they were performing. The tower seemed to tremble, just a bit. Kal's had thumped, a thundering drum beat echoing through his mind. The tower trembled again, Kal just peeking out of the window before he felt the icy-cold grip of the force constrict him, yanking the tower from its fittings and sending it slamming down towards the ground.

Leaping from the tower just as it ploughed into the ground, dust and rubble shooting in all directions, Kal scrambled across the street, collapsing across a heap of debris. Dazed and confused, he rose from the pile of dust and shrapnel, his vision blurred. Crouching down on the ground, he checked his rifle was still operational. Aiming towards the dark horde, he repeatedly pumped the trigger, a hail of deadly disintergrative disruptor rounds flying towards the sith.

 

[Verz Horak]

"Not just any grenades. Made just to use against the Sith. I was asked to field test it."
He put the one in his hand back on his belt, then got up and grabbed his helmet. It was time to get back to work. He spotted Mirta's weapon on the floor. He grabbed it and handed it back to her.
"Feel like you can get back into the fray?"

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

The high powered rounds slammed into the horde, reducing a cloaked member to ash, but the other rounds fizzled out upon contact with their scarlet-bladed lightsabers. Kal backed off quickly as the sith stormed forwards, using the force to hurl flaming chunks of debris towards him. Sheathing the rifle he ran, arms outstretched to give him balance across the irregular terrain. Turning his head slightly, he dived to the side to dodge an incoming chunk of scorched metal, falling from a heap of concrete.

He landed awkwardly, skidding across the ground painfully. The sith closed in, black shadows of men, both literally and figuratively. Kal clambered onto his feet, slamming an acolyte in the gut to give him space for movement for a few seconds. Clutching the jetpack mounted on the back of his armour, he soared upwards, attempting to evade the force-grip of the sith. He felt it grasp him, despite the powerful thrust of the jetpack. He tried to throw it off, but no amount of tact or power could help him evade the terrible power of the force. He was yanked down towards the ground, screaming in terror.

 

[Mirta Kar]

"Lets go" She said grabbing her weapon. Mirta checked it over making sure it was in working order before readying to follow verz, what was better than one mandolorian, two mandolorians of course. She had a feeling that this would be a great fight, the two of them working together. She couldn't wait to engage the sith again. She wanted to kill the man known as Daxton, even if it wasn't likely they would find him next.

 

[Verz Horak]

"The capitol is firmly under Mandolorian control. We are going to head to the next city over, where Kyr was staying. And you can keep that grenade."
Verz walked out of the shack and started up the speeder that he used to get here. It was built for one, but it would do to get them tot their destination quick enough. It took him a couple tries, but the engine roared to life, and he revved it a few times.to signal Mirta.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Finishing the last pieces of his meal, Daxton carefully packed away his things, tossing his leavings on the pile of charred corpses for the wild animals to dig up later. The supply drones dropped an resupply package near their position and his unit had recovered it and they were rearming for the next push forward. Slinging a full bandollier of grenades and plastic explosives, Daxton hoped to find some mandolorians to use them on soon.

 

[Mirta Kar]

Mirta smiled and attached her self to the speeder in the best way she could think of, it was obviously not built for two but after her jury rigging she was safely on it with him. " Lets go kill us some sith " She said energized to fight again. His pep talk had worked and she couldn't wait to fight the sith again. This was their world, and she would defend it. She would propose they attack the sith after this, as she was tired of defending she wanted to be the attackers.. That would be her next vote for their movements of course she was sure many mandolorians would feel the same after this.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal plummeted, screaming in terror as the ground flew towards him. The Sith ended his grip on the Mandalorian, allowing gravity to take its course. Kal slammed on the thrusters of the jetpack, shooting upwards just before he slammed into the pavement. The horde let out a resounding bout of laughter, a member at the forefront of the squad grabbing him in mid-air and slamming him across the rooftops. Dazed and confused, he lay still, his jetpack battered and nonoperational. Staring out across the war-torn city, he groaned in agony, his back searing after the impact with the rooftop. Somewhat tentatively, he extended the aerial mounted on the side of his helmet, gritting his teeth for the pain of the motion.