Under the Storm(Mandalorians/Sith)

[Daxton Bane]

Nothing brought out the love of life than the chaotic struggle between life and death. Kicking his opponent off the roof, he savored the man's screams as he fell to his death. Another building captured as they closed in on the center of the capital. The defenses were thicker here and that meant more Mandalorians to fight. But that didn't worry Daxton one bit. There foolish warrior pride was their strength and their weakness.

Today the Mandalorians would be brought to heel and this world crushed under the might of Sith armies. Spinning the light saber in each hand, Daxton sought out another foe to challenge.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine and his Commandos finally reached the outskirts of the city of Acadia and brought the skiff in to land, to which the Mercs deployed along with the Hydra Commandos and began to perform their initial sweep of the perimeter of the landing sight and reported if they found anything. At two points on the main street the Mercs would set up a pair of Automatic Turrets that would rotate back and forth at a ninety degree angle down the street that would open fire on targets like Civilians and Mandalorians, or anyone else not programmed into the turret's exception list, like Sith, Imperials, and the Mercs have been. Kaine knew there we other Sith in the area, but he couldn't afford a comm contact in case they were tapping into his line, and he didn't have the equipment with him to encrypt it well.

 

[Carbon]

Danni/Moradin
Capital

Emberli walked down and out of the command center, raising a brow as he saw Moridin and... a blue chick? How queer. Sighing a bit, he lifts his left hand and fires a wrist rocket at the blue woman, before turning his attention to Moridin. "Should have figured you'd be here."

Unlike what most Mandalorians would be expected to do, he didn't launch himself at the pair with reckless abandon. Around them, Mandalorians and Sith did battle, warriors on both sides falling periodically but giving good accounts of themselves before doing so.

"Well, shall we?"

 

[Edard]

Edard Sensed the Mandalores pride flare, and that gave him away. Leaping back and flipping in the air he swatted the grenade in the general direction it had come from, landing on his toes and fingers inches from the ground. slithering like a snake he traversed the ground in a dense fog of dirt, dust and blood mist. The fog only extended fifteen feet from the bustling battle, and the mandalorina was much farther than that so he'd have to come out eventually to attack. but right now a plan forming in Edards head.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

As Kyr flew over the Sith's head the Impact grenade explode on contact with the force. It released a shock wave and shrapnel through the air that would injure the Sith if they were not careful. The Mandalorian from before provided an excellent distraction in killing off one of the 12 Apprentice's present from surprise, he was still alive and firing, but for how much longer the Mandalorian could not tell. He watched as a lake of ignited red attempted to turned to glare at him, while some glared to the lone Mandalorian caught under the rubble of a collapsed wall. Most completely ignored the lone wounded sith, whose shoulder and leg was impaled by shrapnel as he failed to sense, and thus avoid it from the initial explosion. He did not see the culprit who pre-detonated his grenade, and as he sniped a hole through the back of the head of a Sith Apprentice, whom was caught in a mixture of confusion from multiple sources, he moved on to the suspicious one on the ground. He would be saving his Flamethrower for the Sith Master, whom at the moment apparently did not feel that either Mandalorian's presence meant anything. He aimed a shot at the Sith known as Edard, who was crawling upon the ground, and opened fire while hovering in the air above them.

 

[Edard]

Bundling All his muscles he gathered the force underneath him and Shot straight of up into the air in the blink of an eye. At about forty feet in the air he could sense the scene a little more clearly than before. the mandalorian had a jetpack and was posted up some ten feet below him taking shots at any sith standing still. letting go of the force current holding him aloft he redied himself to grapple the trooper out of the air. drawing the short combat vibro dagger he feltcould already feel the knife digging nto the troopers skull.

 

[Verz Horak]

Verz started heading toward the Capitol, knowing that it was the most important place to defend. The speeder was slowed a bit, not being built for two, but it would take y a little while to back to Concord Dawn.
"Mirta, take the rocket launcher strapped to my back. Use it if anything hostile gets too close"

 

[Lance of Dreams]

So then the Sith wanted to play with knives? Two could play at that game, and two is always better than one. Speaking of which, as he felt the unnatural tug of the force upon him coming closer to the leaping sith, he decided he didn't want to lose his gun and only flamethrower, thus he reasoned it was time the sith face, and the back of his guns butt need to meet. Thus it was so, and the Tusken used his powerful legs to propel himself off the sith, before reengaging with a stowed rifle, and two beskar daggers. They were weapons of a higher caliber than the mere vibroblade his enemy wielded. This was beskar, Mandalorian Iron. It was a metal so potent it could face even the legendary lightsaber. He didn't feel that this Apprentice was an even match, but he kept a mindful awareness of the enemies that surrounded him. Luckily help was already on the way, and more Mandalorian Soldiers began to charge their way into the battle, effectively distracting the other Sith from this duel.

 

[Edard]

The butt of the rifle Grazed his forehead opening a cut from cheek to the middle of his forehead. it was not however enough to daze him and for a moment Edard tested his this mandalorian with his left handed knife fighting skills. his sith speed was more than enough to bat away the precise razor sharp pieces of art, Edard would add them to his collection after he dispatched this dung herder.
The sith long ago mastered the art of grappling and in the air Edard was king of his peers. whip-handed knife fights like this were so rare and the trooper showed an aptitude to this kind of work, it was a shame he'd have to die. A series of lightening fast thrusts and a clever hooking motion would disarm him of at least one dagger. Edard also employed a ankle lock with his left and right feet on his adversarys left foot.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Kaine observed the battle from the skiff's landing point via macrobinoculars as the Mercs set up a mortar position on top of a small structure that remained standing, and began to unload explosive shells down on the site of the battle. Kaine scanned the battlefield as the shells rained down, noticing a rather familiar Tuskan Mandalorian engaging one of the Sith Apprentices in battle, and Kaine knew exactly what his new target was. Calling for his Hydra Commandos, they moved away from the Skiff and the Mercs, heading towards another location to attack from a different angle. Along the way they came across a few Mandos, but they were no match for the combined forces of Kaine and his Commandos, and were dispatched with haste as Kaine continued to map out a new location, until finally finding a two story building and claiming it for his own. They moved to the roof, where one of the Hydra Commandos set up a "Harpy" Sniper Rifle with a bi-pod, and took aim at the Tuskan, calculating the distance from their position to his head and where he might move and firing, but due to the variables it might miss completely or hit a different part of his body.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

The Sith mistook themselves as always to be blade Masters. Little to their knowledge this brute was not one who handled technology well given his background. Much as he forged his own Gaderffii (Twice) he had forged these blades as well. He was no simpleton in the name of the blade. These blades were no mere weapon, but an extension of his self within the physical realm as well as the spiritual one. These blades as his Gaderffii, have been part of his life since birth, and his rebirth as a Mandalorian. The Tusken was no fool to the art of the blade, or to grappling. As for 26 years he had learned to Master these trades. The Sith believed he had him in a lock when in truth he had waltzed into a trap. He was instant death when compared to his kin when it came to anything within five meters. And this Sith was well within range.

He locked his feet around his, in an attempt to over take their personal battle field, when in truth he had sealed his demise. He had latched himself to his territory, his domain of godliness. He did not need any metaphysical power to over come this Sith, he was young and new to this game more than even he knew. Kyr was older, Kyr was a Tusken and a savage brute, he had strength, and a blade was an arm. These were his talons and they could not be removed from him. But in true Mandalorian fashion he made sure that he would win, and thus disengaged his Jetpack and nullified his attackers move by driving him to the ground, and with his free hand and excessively muscular arm pressed his knife to the heart of the Sith against his resistance. If he was to survive he would need to drop his own knife, to gain the strength to ward off his deadly hand. But he would remind the Sith of his other blade as well, as when the Sith began to disarm his knife, he dropped and reversed the positions. He didn't expect to be in this position much longer if the Sith was smart, and telekineticaly threw him off, which he was expecting. He heard a sniper shot above him, there were other forces nearby. He wasn't sure how much longer he could fend off these demons alone.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Kal tapped the communicator gently, ensuring it was still functional after the bashing he had received. Swallowing awkwardly, his through dry and cracked, he gasped into the in-built microphone within his helmet. 'Hello? Does anyone receive me?' He croaked, desperately switching through friendly comms channels.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Danni/Emberli
Capital-sandstorm

Moridin pulled the end of his lightsaber pike from the throat of a Journeymen Protector. These men were hard, much harder than the soldiers he had faced upon Junction...if one could have called those men soldiers. The Dreadlord turned as he heard a familiar voice through the raging torrent of the sands, Emberli. Beneath his mask Moridin smirked, he had expected to meet the man on Junction, it was no surprise that he was here on Concord Dawn. The Dreadlord looked upon the Mandalorian and clapped the end of his pike on the ground.

He let his heavy cloak above his sealed armor fall to the ground, raveling on his left arm a stark contrasting silver bracer of unknown origin. Moridin tapped it twice with the hilt of his pike, it made a tinging noise even throughout the storm.

“Yes. Let's” As he spoke Moridin bounded forward with the lightsaber pike ignited, He closed the distance between himself and Emberli in almost an instant and immediately slashed towards his opponents legs.

 

[Edard]

Edard hadn't expected the mandolorian to disengage his jet pack, and when they landed, the brute strength, plus the jarring impact overwhelmed him for a moment and the knife sunk two inches into his left pectoral muscle. the other knife glanced off his Keiss Dragon tunic, but would have ended him had he been wearing anything else. The trooper was two close, Edard woiuld die in this kind of contest. shifting his weight to his left he allowed the blade to go deep slither over his ribs and stop at the hilt. using the force he slammed the mandalorian even harder down on top of him and launched a planet shattering right handed hook to his helm.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Jorn signal had been sent and a ship cam to pick him up. He told the pilot "Take me to the Capitol. And make it fast." The ship went full speed. He was still in the Bandits clothing with his armor underneath taking the Sith rifle and throwing it away, he grabe his own and reloaded it. "Hey anybody have grenades and ammo?" He asked to everybody. A mando that he didnt know walked up and handed him 2 flash 2 frag and 2 shrapnel grenades. he placed them on his bandolier and utilty belt. He was then gived somw clips of ammo form his pistol and rifle. he nodded his head at the man and said "Thanks." the mando didnt return any acnoledgment and walked back to where he was standing.

He saw the battle below. Horrable. Sith and Mando bodies streamed the streets. He saw "Elias" on the top of a building throwing a man down with the force. He yelled "Hold up" The ship jarred to a stop. He jumped down from where the ship was about 20 feet from the ground so hedidnt use his Jetpack. he saw the Mando and heard his call when he landed 'Hello? Does anyone receive me?' he walked over to hism and said out loud "I hear you brother." Jorn Picked him up off the ground and said to him "Lets kill the Bantha Fodder"

 

[Lance of Dreams]

"Ough!" The Tusken called out as he was hit off from his quarry, bereft of his first blade, neatly sheathed into the Sith's armor. He felt that there might be a very large dent within his helmet. It knocked him slightly back to his senses that he was after all, fighting a semi-supernatural being with powers beyond the normal capabilities of any man, or in this case Tusken. He backed away with one knife, and heard a hum behind him too late. He was swift enough to avoid the brunt of the attack, but his jet back had definitely been slashed. It was now no longer operable. As he turned he realized that it was the wounded Sith from his initial grenade attack.

The Sith charged as the other recovered, and in that short time he choose a target that was more threatening. In an instant the charging Sith found a beskar knife buried into the forehead of his skull. He now had no knives in which to combat the other foe. He pulled out his scattergun from his side and fired at the wounded Sith. The entire encounter with the death of the second Apprentice (now bringing down these apprentices to 9 left of the original 12. He still had the Master to worry about, and who ever it was that was sniping at him.) took but mere moments. He began to notice that Acadia had become a prime target for unknown reasons, with a strange appearance of what is to be assumed as Sith soldiers and Mercenaries. He suspected that the Sith had an ulterior motive for the Reservoir, and he did not like the sound of scheming Sith.

 

[Edard]

With speed that only the Dark side of the force could offer, Edard leaped tohis feet and circled around behind the warrior. it was a good thing he was out of the mandos line of sight, he saw, just as the mandolorian opened a sith apprentice with a scatter gun.drawing the beskar knife from his armored vest, he winced and pulled form the force to stymie the blood flow from the wound. it was made with passion and purpose. Edard watched as the mando moved and figured it would be rude not to return the knife. Cocking his arm he rested in the force for a split second, then his arm sliced forward and like a bullet the knife was gone. It landed in the chest of a careless journeyman protector three feetin front of his primary target. " you dropped that, i figured you might want it back, you know. it cant really do its job unless your holding it." Edards vibro-knife was still firmly in his hand. "i seemed to have damaged your helmet... such a shame too, i know a girl with a purse that would have matched it perfectly..." as he spoke he whipped back and forth, Eight feet to the left then fifteen feet in another direction. Randomly he moved, flanking his enemy.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton broke the arms of the Mandalorian charging at him with a spear with a flurry of unarmed blows. Foolish runts! Didn't these insects know when it was time to scurry away like the roaches they were? Holding the woman by the throat with a vice like grip, he was laughing as she struggled futilely to breathe, her feet kicking helplessly inches from the ground when he saw a familiar figure leap out from a transport and onto a nearby building.

He recognized that grey battle armor anywhere. Jorn! Now it gets to be fun. His former ally seemed to be trying to rally another manolorian into joining him. So he turned the woman's head so she could see what he was looking at. "Look my dear. An old friend has come to play and he has brought company to boot. So how about we have a little fun?"

Wrapping invisible tentacles of force around her wrists, legs and torso, Daxton placed his lit lightsabers in her hands, forcing the fingers to grip the cool metal before sending her rushing headlong to attack his new targets. While Daxton, the evil puppet master, lay back in the relative safety of his position. Relishing in the horror in the woman's eyes as he forced her to do his bidding.

Spinning his blades as if he were the one wielding it, the woman screamed in horror as she charged the Mandalorian pair. Her left sword snaking out to stab Jorn in the shoulder, while the right one held in reserve to deflect bolts back at his companion.

 

[Jorn Mair]

OOC im on the street level.

Jorn saw the woman come at him. Her face was not of anger but of pain and fear. ajorn side steped the woman and hit her on the back of the head with his rifle he didnt want her to attack again and if she were to get hurt she wouldnt feel it. He was "elias" aslo known as Daxton sitting back on a building near by He use to trust the man when he was a suposable smugler/bounty hunter, but now he had no respct for him. he grabbed his blaster, aimed, and fired a few rounds to show that he was pissed at him. He wouldnt spare plesentries with Sith.

 

[Daxton Bane]

The blow probably knocked her out that didn't release Daxton's hold on the poor woman, merely making her more pliant to his whims. With a gesture he made the comotose woman do a backward flip into the way of Jorn's laser blasts, taking the hit to her stomach and legs. "Oh dear, Jorn. Looks like you shot that poor woman. How clumsy of you. Lay down your weapons and I will spare your lives." A generous offer, the best they could hope for under the circumstances.