Waking the Bear. [Mando/Sith]

[Soeht]

Relay Station
@[member="Verz Horak"], @[member=A 'den], @[member="Ashin Varanin"], @[member=Hutuun'Kyramud],

A thin thrumming of a lightsaber approached the Mandalorians in the Relay Station. Clangorous clicking of heavy steps drew closer from outside the control center. Not after but a few seconds, Darth Apparatus entered the chaotic room - yellow powder flowed out of a newly formed window as arcs of plasma coursed through the room. Any Mandalorians soldiers that would have been in the way were obviously unable to stop him.

Despite without his face visible, Darth Apparatus had a distinct look that would allow anyone in the room to recognize him in future encounters - provided he still wore it. A minimalistic, crimson mask over his face seemed to be the reason why any remaining traces Forcebreaker did not affect him. A cloak as dark as the abyss draped over his body as well as provide a hood that covered the top of his head. It shaded a bit of the mask to just about where the bridge of his nose should have been.

With metal gauntlets, the Darth's right hand clutched his red lightsaber - pointing it out laterally to his side. The Force lightning Ashin projected out into the room approached him after it attempted to ravage the Mandalorians. However, the electrical discharges avoided the Darth. At most, they struck out at the tip of his lightsaber. Ashin, as a veteran Force-user, should have been able to tell that this was due to the Darth acting through the dark side of the Force if she was alert to what occurred in the room.

If that was the case for this ally of the Sith, then Ashin would have also been able to sense an abysmal, abominable abhorrence that fueled this Sith's power in the dark side. He was definitely a being not to forget for anyone. Yet, Darth Apparatus would have, most likely, been an entity none of the Mandalorians that stood before him encountered before.

"S̀o̴ld̕ie͝r͏s̷," called out the Darth. His voice could have seemed nauseating to some, and to a few feel as if nails were bored into their skull.

"I͟f yo̷u ҉va̕lue̶ y͏ou̸ŗ l̛i̴v̧e͟s͟ ͞and the ch̕àncę ҉for͡ ͜be͏t͏ter sp̛oils,̛ ̢yi̧eld,̵" he commanded, acting off of Ashin's work.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

BACK AT THE CITY WALLS??? - @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] @[member="Dred Varad"] @[member="Mirta Kar"]

Now they had to deal with two Mandos and a war droid. His day just kept getting better and better. Swearing a string of curses, Mikhail jumped through the busted out window of one of the nearby building along the street. The ground shuddered as the Basilisk landed. He kept moving into the building and away from the war droid, the building shuddering and creaking ominiously before the Basilisk's cannons opened up, shredding the interior with a hail of hot plasma. Mikhail moved quickly with Force enhanced reactions. Not enough to save him from sprays of flying shrapnel from the ruined house, adding to his growin list of injuries. He disregardedthe sound of a rather large explosion from behind, his only goal to keep moving and escape the house before the war droid brought it down over his head.

Coming out on the other side of the building, Shorn turned to look as it collapsed inward in a cloud of dust and smoke. The homeowners would be most displeased with the new landscaping job. Then again, they were probably already dead after the first Sith incursion.

Mikhail had somehow managed to keep hold of the Mandalorian helmet from the fallen Twi'lek in the chaos of the explosion. He donned it now. IFF signals came to life and the transponders of two blue "friendlies" pinged nearby. The cracked visor obscured his field of vision somewhat, but with the Force he would make do. Without the full armor, Mikhail wouldn't be giving off a transponder signal of his own. He could know the exact location of his enemies, but they wouldn't know his. He could do that through the Force, of course, but it would require a constant effort. Better for Mikhail's waning strength this way. He deactivated his lightsaber lest the hum give him away. Time to hunt.

Mikhail ran for a ways before cutting back into the street using a narrow alleyway. He followed the IFF transponder closest to him and came upon a fully clad Mandalorian, armed with a grenade launcher. The Mando's back was turned to him, facing the oncoming Grand Vizier, who looked rather peeved, lobbing a few grenades in the Mando's direction. Also Mikhail's direction. Shorn reached out in the Force and accelerated the grenades, changing their direction to dip down slightly toward the ground just in front of the Mandalorian. His actions moving at the speed of thought he then ripped at the Mandalorian's legs in a vicious Force Pull, aiming to trip him and send him sprawling to the ground.

The Mando was now caught sandwiched by two Sith in a narrow alleyway. What fun.

The war droid and second Mandalorian were out there somewhere, but for now it was time to bring the proverbial hammer down.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Dragged back from the horrific darkness, Kal found himself being hoisted onto his feet by a pair of medics, whom he shooed away to allow him to call in his ship. "Sir, you need medical attention now." The medic insisted sternly. "Fine. Just stay clear for a sec." Kal was blind to the pain, the dragon keeping his attention elsewhere. "Cabur, get your metal arse over here." The freighter promptly shot overhead, touching down in a cloud of dust, blaster scorch marks littering its hull. The entrance ramp opened, Kal falling flat on his face as he attempted to walk in his current state. "Sir, you've got a hole in your chest. You should by all means be dead. You may have also suffered brain damage. You need to be in a hospital, not flying about in a war zone." Kal nodded, taking no notice to the medic. "Can't you heal me mid-flight?" Kal groaned. "As I've said, you've got a goddamned hole in your chest! You could die at any time!" The medic shook his head in disbelief at the tenaciousness of the Twi'lek. "Save it for the bloody flight." Kal was tired of the medic, shoving him up the access ramp of Cabur. "Heal me as I fly. Good? Good."

 

[Ryan]

Dred growled with in the confines of his helmet as the second sith appeared behind him, visible to the mandalorian for their helmets give a awkward 360 degree view. Being in a sith sandwich was not a healthy position for anyone and with that in mind the mando ignited his jet back in attempts to reposition himself. Unfortanatly for Dred, though his reflexes like most mandos are battle hardened, was not quick enough on the hasty retreat. His intention of a vertical assent was diverted by unknown reasons (force trip), skidding the mandalorian across the ground just as the grenades exploded at his previous location.

The shockwave and concussive power behind the grenades forced the skidding Dred into a vicious tumble and slamming into the side of a wrecked land speeder, denting the side of it with his own body frame. His jet deactivated on impact, his armour scorched in multiple locations from the blast and the friction between his body and the pavement that did nothing to slow his impact upon the vehicle that had brought him to an abrupt stop.

"Osi'kyr!" He hissed in pain while struggling to get to his feet as fast as he could. He was out of the Alley and now right out in the open of the street and still sandwiched between the two siths, one in the building that had exchanged grenades and the other sneaky bastard back in the alley where is his last position was nothing more then a crater.

Grenade launcher was no where to be seen, so he instinctively raised his E-11 carbine from his fast draw shoulder sling, darting the sights from either side of the street. He had lost visual on both Sith, his jet back was showing damage indicators on his hud so there was no way he was going to risk flight to close the distance between him and Mirta so he must do it on foot.

Dred took five steps then vomited with in his helmet, it was taking will power just to keep moving and there wasn't much left to help fight the nausea of concussion. He had to just deal with it and move on, the contents of his half digested breakfast seeping out the ventilator. Yet his battle instincts were still sharp as he mustered on, keeping his weapon up and primed to defend himself.

 

[Mr. OOC]

Capital City
Everyone
@[member="Reyven Samoth"]

Kamon rolled his eyes. Mouthy. Typical of a Sith. He didn't care for it, but it wasn't going to work on him the way it might work some. It was a game, of course. A mental game. There were always at least a few Sith that wanted to play that game. It didn't work with Kamon. It hadn't worked since he was a fresh Knight. Kamon knew better. He knew why the Sith were there and he was going to make sure to stop them.

"Cut the crap. We all know why you're here."

And then a tingling sensation. Danger imminent. He's up to something. Move! The Force was practically screaming at him. He tucked and rolled to his left, coming up in a handspring and pushing himself up off the ground. The shots from the Mando sprayed around him, rather too close for comfort, but Kamon was moving and a moving target, especially a moving Jedi, was very hard to hit. Still, as he moved, he reached out towards the Mando and projected a small illusion bubble around its head, causing it to not be able to see. One problem solved.

One problem to go. Kamon was not the type of Jedi to sit back and play games. This man was dangerous to those around him, as evidenced by his willingness to use another to attack with. Springing off his hands again, martial arts came in handy like that, he flipped up and around towards Reyven. As he did so, he activated his blades and brought one down at Reyven's body, the other held in reserve for defense.

 

[Azel Rander]

The gunship Azel was riding in was finally working. Something had gotten stuck inside one of the engines, and he had to nearly take apart the whole engine to get it out. It was stuck in there pretty good. He slipped his helmet on, and the HUD lit up. The gunship's door opened up a few feet above the ground. Azel jumped out, landing in a roll as the gunship flew off again. As he came up from the roll, he raised his blaster rife, looking around. After deciding the area was safe, he moved off in the direction of the Relay Station.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Relay Station

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Verz Horak, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]A 'den, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Darth Apparatus, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Hutuun'Kyramud,

Ashin hauled herself back up and over the lip one-handed, the permacrete crumbling beneath her gauntlet. Armor scraped on the floor as shhe rolled to her feet and redoubled the lightning assault, retargeting it on the three Mandalorian leaders. The branching lightning storm slashed into exposed surfaces, an unfocused efflux. She forced it into more coherent streams of voltage connecting her with the Mandalorians.

Whatever stray sparks had gone the way of Apparatus, they no longer did so. Professional courtesy, from one high-level Master to another.

 

[Lance of Dreams]

Relay Station
@[member='Ashin Varanin'], @A 'den, @Darth Apparatus, @Hutuun'Kyramud,

Kyr screamed a second time, before he could even answer the new arrival, and that was when he decided he had had enough. He took out both his FWG-5 flechette pistols, and fired the unblockable projectiles at both Sith. The second Sith said something, before the first reengaged and interupted their would-be-short-lived-conversation. But one thing he did hear, was yield. A coward yields. He was the Killer of Cowards, not one of them. Thus he screamed at them his reply, though it was short and to the point in his state of pain.

"Never yield!" He was glad concentration was needed to wield the force, it worked in his favor, as such projectiles can only be avoided.

 

[Reyven Samoth]

Capital
You people know who you are
@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

"I honestly haven't a clue. And if your own soldiers don't support you, then what chance do you have of convincing me you're on the up and up? Clearly I must remove a menace like you. For the good of the galaxy." His left hand came up, open palm catching the blade of the attacking saber. The alchemic metal covering the crushgaunts kept the saber at bay. Still, it was fun to mess with the Jedi from time to time. "Oh, that should have gone right through my hand, shouldn't it? Maybe your lightsaber is defective. Or are you using a training saber? I know you Jedi love to use things like that with your students. Makes it easier on them."

He pulled his saberstaff free and ignited a single ebony blade. "Let's see if mine has the same issue. Here, try and catch it." He swung it towards the hand clutching the saber that wasn't ignited yet. Of course, if it stayed on path it would cut him in half horizontally, but still, that was neither here nor there.

 

[Zalen Zennoch Ziad]

No one wanted to fight Zalen, so he did the most outrageous combat tactic in the history of warfare.

Zalen started to dance in the middle of the warzone. Wookies joined him, one carrying a boom box while the others did back up dancing for Zalen. Zalen deflected various blaster bolts using the Shii-Cho form only to break into a series of flips that were coordinated with the Wookie's collaberative wave.

Zalen all of the sudden got serious and started to charge towards some insignificant mandalorian recruits cutting off their heads for good measure while the wookies were shot for standing in the middle of the battlefield.

 

[Halik Falkosi]

@[member="Reyven Samoth"], @[member="Kamon Vondiranach"]

Halik Falkosi had disappeared into the background of recent conflicts. Striking out and making a point of seeking personal glory had not been his game as of late. Instead his focus had been solely on securing victory. Being a strong cog in the machine but doing nothing special. It was a temporary reality only. The battle of junction demanded more though. Fighting the Sith demanded more. Simple opponents that could be defeated simply through the over whelming might of the Mandalorians were not more. No, the Sith were a greater threat and one that demanded Halik do more. More than just be a man in the masses. He had to step forward and engage. He had won position and rank in the old border wars fighting Sith, with this new war in full swing it demanded he once again seek honor and glory. After all, opponents such as the Sith were glorious opponents.

The fact that the Republic was at their side was not an aspect that he was fond of. However, he knew the ways of the Republic. They would not try and enslave the Mandalorians like the Sith had in the long history of the galaxy. They might employ them, but they would never break their will or honor. A Jedi Master and Sith Master were engaged in a battle. The Mandalorian did not like the presence of the Jedi but did not begrudge his aid. They were valiant warriors as well... when they chose to actually fight for what they supposedly believed in. Halik witnessed one of his brothers become overcome by the will of the Sith and fire upon the Jedi, at least that was the only easy explanation for a sudden change of demeanor. The blathering of the Sith also had that typical air of superiority and so called moral rightness. Halik found it humorous when Sith tried to lie about what they were to those that knew them so well.

Regardless, Halik knew that lending his aid to the Jedi Master would be a good use of his time. So he fired at the Sith Lord once he began to swing his blade.

 

[Verz Horak]

Relay Station
We all know who I'm talking to

Verz spun around at the sound of a nauseating voice, but before he could respond, lighting streaked across the room once more. He felt pain surge through him, mostly from the intense heat the lighting created. His bodysuit was an insulator, having learned what some Sith were capable of firsthand, he had ordered a new one. He heard Kyr's spirited shout, and that gave him strengh. He struggled, but he managed to unclip his slugscatterer from his back, and aimed at the Sith Master in front of him and fired.

 

[Mr. OOC]

Capital City
@[member="Reyven Samoth"], @[member="Halik Falkosi"]

The Sith actually caught his saber. Interesting, but not impossible. There were plenty of lightsaber resistant materials out there. His staff was made of a cortosis weave, making it brilliant for use against lightsabers, but he still preferred to use his blue blades. That being the case, the attempt at goading him didn't do much of anything at all. Kamon was certainly used to such tactics. He was also used to Sith that wanted to be overly verbose. He always found that amusing.

DANGER!

Two fold. One: blade inbound. Two: Mandalorian attacking the Sith. Simple actions make the safest bets. He deactivated his lightsaber with a flick of his thumb, and rolled to the side away the incoming blade as well as the shot from the Mandalorian. As he did so, he reached out to project a small cloud of nothingness around Reyven's head. Pure illusion, and it probably wouldn't do much of anything, but he was just trying to keep the Sith's attention for a brief moment to keep him from moving out of the line of the shot.

 

[Disciple]

Starport
@[member="Daxton Bane"] @[member="Ryori Za'tire"]

Disciple picked up another brick and chucked it at Daxton. "GET ON WITH IT, YA TWAT.", he roars in a singular lack of amusement. Huffing and folding his arms across his chest, shoulders and head hunching down in a spot-on impersonation of an unimpressed child, Disciple just frowns in disappointment.

Honestly, just when he thought Daxton would be learning something, he did something even more stupid - something about making your bed.

"I'm getting BORED."

 

[Carbon]

Capital
Tefer/Jaxton/Moridin/Etc.
I don't have a clue as to what is going on but Sirella wanted a fight...

Emberli watched the groups facing off, and noted the Sith watching them from a bit of a distance. Teferi could handle Moridin for the moment, and well, he'd lost track of how many people were around because more and more kept showing up every second - almost literally coming out of the woodwork.

Sighing momentarily, Emberli simply shakes his head and activates his jetpack, landing on a roof nearby with a brief second of ignition. That would get Teferi and Jaxton firmly out of his protective aura and give him a chance, momentarily, to catch up on the situation.

 

[Reyven Samoth]

Capital
People
@[member="Kamon Vondiranach"] @[member="Halik Falkosi"]
As he was blinded, he threw a shield up around himself instinctively, absorbing the initial bursts of blaster fire while he consumed the Force keeping the illusion around his head up. The black blade swung back as the shield dropped. Blasters were nothing to be concerned with, largely due to their uncontrolled status. Once you fired it, it was out of your hands where it went. And if it was redirected, then you couldn't stop it.

That was the case as his saber caught each shot and started deflecting them in Kamon's direction. "It's quite different being in a fight on my own after going so long with a 'pet' spirit watching my back. I should see if I can't get another one. These battles are quite terrifying, aren't they? So much crossfire you might wind up shooting your allies." Granted, that wasn't a concern for the Sith. Victory at any cost.

 

[Sirella Valkner]

@[member="Emberli Garett"]
The first thing she did when she got off the ship was let out a low moan of pleasure. The sun felt so good after she had been cooped up in space. Meat rarely kept lights bright enough on their vessels to satisfy her. She licked her lips and sought out her objective. Across the battlefield and through the swathes of troopers she came upon the man himself. He flew up onto the top of a building, her lips pursed into a smile and she threw a few seeds down at its base. A tug with the force saw the plants erupt and dig into the structure. She stepped onto a large padded leaf and then proceeded to allow the plant to grow until she reached the rooftop. The plants continued to grow at a staggering rate at the bottom of the building. Soon they would be isolated, alone surrounded by her jungle. “Well hello there,” she said lips pursed. She scanned him quickly. He was a man. Even if her plan failed, even if she was unable to cope with this creature of meat she would at least succeed in blocking his view of the battlefield, preventing him from personally commanding his soldiers.
“Would you believe I come in peace?” she asked. The leaf she was rising settled onto the ground opening up. Sirella lounged on the plant as if it were a bed. The foliage continued to consume much of the area around her making large soft pads. “Would you hear me out?” she asked patting the plant next to her form. “Of must we first fight?” The rest of the foliage was starting to rise over the building’s roof forming a wall around them. “As you can see I’ve already arranged for some privacy.”

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Kaia Za'tire
[In the vicinity: @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Ryori Za'tire [member="Darth Talos"]@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Daxton Bane ]
[Spaceport Battlefield]
[ooc: Sorry for the wait, back from a personal trip]

Suddenly one of the candles became dark and violent. Mysterious words penetrated into her mind, one that was different from the dark voice that already occupied her mind. It was wild and sinister. So much so Val’Ryss had stopped in her tracks . She began to shiver and cough violently. A dark candle? A dark jedi? This was fascinating indeed. The spell ripped through her body but Val’Ryss let it run. This wasn’t the first time her entire being was ravaged by a dark instrument of the force. Soon enough she came to grips with the spell and the voice within her mind shouted back, there only was room for one dark spirit in this vessel. Val’Ryss shook her head to clear her vision. She had lost sight of the candle that assaulted her, but the other candle the one that shined brightly attempting to blind her was still in her vision. She would have to do.

Val’Ryss called her apprentice comrades and commanded them to disperse – to hide into the chaos of the battlefield and then on her command reappear. With that the dark cloaked figures separated in packs to hunt nearby Mandalore. Watching her comrades remove themselves from her path, Val’Ryss with great concentration centred the force in her legs and with wide strides she exploded down the battlefield. A dark shadow in full flight, she swept aside debris and foe moving in a possessed passion. Like a serpent slithering to hunt its prey she would abruptly appear near her prey. Suddenly she caught sight of her, the bright candle that shined in the battlefield. This dark jedi. Having deactivated her light whip and lightsaber shoto, she concealed herself in the storm of the battlefield. Abruptly stopping near her target, Val’Ryss closed her eyes and raised both her hands. The force bleed from her and it covered the debris and some enemy troopers around her. It would be a massive call on the force but it would work to her advantage in opening the duel. Val’Ryss took in one deep breath and then immediately released a low and violent hiss. The force exploded from her finger-tips releasing a storm onto those in front of her. Debris, Mandalore troopers and anything in her path was blown aside all into the general vicinity of her target.

Dropping her hands she launched herself at her prey with a force leap. Using the force blast as cover she would arrive momentarily after the debris blast would pass the dark jedi. Flicking her hand across her chest her light whip ignited and she whipped it to her side to create a great red arc to slice whatever would be near her landing. Hissing at her prey she called out to the dark jedi, “I have been looking for you dark candle”

 

[Carbon]

Capitol Roof
@[member="Sirella Valkner"]

Emberli was, suddenly, surrounded by... plants? This was a most peculiar phenomenon, especially considering the fiery haired woman who rose so majestically upon... a giant... leaf. If this was the Sith, he wasn't quite sure what they were smoking to create women like this.

Maybe she was alchemical? He wasn't sure.

"Let's see. Kill everyone on Junction... enslave Concord Dawn... nope don't see 'peace' anywhere in that.", he responds with dry sarcasm and a bit of a glower from the emotionless t-visor that bisected his helmet. Still, like an ornery horse, he didn't budge when she patted a seat next to him.

Emberli did, however, realize that being Mandalore was as much a martial position as a political one, and so he had to at least feign interest in what she had to say. Thankfully the ysalimir would prevent his emotions and intentions from being read.

"I can at least hear you out, however. Speak."

It wasn't a command given from one of a higher station, rather it was a grunted 'I really don't want to have to listen to this' sort of command.

 

[Sirella Valkner]

@[member="Emberli Garett"]

Sirella let out a little sigh. “You obviously don’t trust me. Good, that shows you are no fool.” She stretched out on her lily pad and let the man see her full form. Slyphe were naturally telepathic, which was a good thing as she took a quick scan of the mans mind. “Sit please,” she said but the man refused. Stubborn meat. She snapped her fingers and formed a chair out of vines a full meter away from her. As the chair finished forming so too do the plants finally form a domed ceiling. The plants blocked out the sun and suddenly the room went dark. It only lasted for a few seconds before she snapped her fingers again and small bio luminescent sacs came to life. “You can sit,” she said reassuringly, “I promise the chair won’t strangle you. I’m no fool. If I killed you in such a dishonorable manner what would happen? Every Mandalorian would be out for revenge. Even I can’t kill an entire people.” Her hand waved to the chair in front of her, “So we see even if you do not trust me, you may sit. It’s in my best interest,” Chuckling she added, “unless, of course, the great Mandalore is scared of foliage.”