What's yours is Mines (Black Sun vs OS)

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Factory Grounds
Equipment: In Bio
Allies Nearby [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Thraxis"]
Enemies Nearby: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
Forces Nearby: Eight Warbeast droids, and nine War droids

"Abelain Narv'uk." he chewed on the name, stretching out letters and sounds 'Ab-el-ain Na-rv-'uk', making it long and twisted and odd in the cyborg's voice. "It is a good name, it is just a shame I'll have to put it on a grave." the howl of the vibroblades as they met, the very air vibrating with their contact, propelled off each other by the tangible force of their movements. Up, down, left, right, these were the movements they followed slash, block, jab, block. Back and forth they went moving between the space before them.

And it happened, through the space between slash, block, a large fist barrelled towards the faceguard of his well, his face. The chitinous mass making contact with a heavy gong like 'BANG', normally a fist making contact with a slab of metal was doomed to crunch against it, shattering bone and ligament into a meaty flesh like appendage but when [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], hit it made a dent it pushed his head back but didn't throw him, it made him step back and adjust himself, forced him on the defence to create space between the duo.

"If I had a nose you would've broken it." his spare hand going to his side levelling it towards [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]'s, head. "But since I don't, no 'arm no foul." and with an almost audible popping sound his free hand came off, well it folded in on itself life a jumping castle without air, a small nozzle poked out and began to belch a series of projectiles towards him.

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[member="Xis"], [member="Hala Jast"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Vaulkhar"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Darth Banshee"]​

P.S​

Spoiler

Hey, just doing some clarification the gun is low calibre so I doubt it'll do serious damage to your exoskeleton, and you can find my accepted cybernetic in my bio's description if interested.

 

[Thraxis]

Location: Armory
Objective: Looting and Raiding
Equipment: Everything in Character Creation Minus DEMP
Allies: Black Sun Syndicate

Thraxis walked a little further, before coming across a godsend, his eyes widening, a trail of drool dribbling from his lips as he let the droid take short work of whatever was left, his mouth widened, his lungs consuming a heaving of air before finally, his head fell back, his muscles stiffening as he felt a sort of power simply from looking at such a suit, "Shotgun!" he roared, his voice almost radiating with glee as it collided with walls, bouncing back and fourth. Or at least, to him it did. It gave that sense of grandeur, as if the whole world it self was about to collapse beneath this Beast of a suit's strength.

Time itself almost froze until Cadan slapped him back into reality his eyes widened, "How the hell did..." he paused for as second, his voice filled with questions, maybe time really did freeze still, "Ya know what, never mind." he said, his head shaking as he quickly ran to one of the two sets, popping the back of the armor and hoping into it.
[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: Moving Towards the Armoury.
Objective: Stealy.
Allies: Black Sun & Co
Enemies: One Sith & Co.

From the outside, Cadan could heard the chaos. Fighters dog fighter, soldiers screaming as the warbeast charged them, drioids exploding. This was all just another job, another chance to create a widow, a fatherless son. How many of them had Cadan created? How many mothers and daughters had Cadan stolen just to sell into a life of depression, so he could afford another hit of spice. These were the thoughts that would keep him up at night, these were the reasons he used Spice. So he could forget the things he had done. Cadan's head began to sway, perhaps it was all catching up to him? No that wasn't it, his spice was wearing off! In an instant he pulled another needles out and jabbed it into his arms. All his previous thoughts becoming clouded.

As his thoughts faded into the back of his head, Cadan caught Thraxis charging towards one of the suits. "Don't go takin' my one!" He shouted after Thraxis. Cadan pulled his DL-18 from its holster and let loose a few shots, killing one of the soldiers advancing towards them. Cadan brought a droid helper with him and began to help Thraxis dawn the armour, this process took about 25 minutes, all the while they fought of various enemies.. He then ran to the second suit, with the help of the droid he put on the suit. In a flash the HUD came up in the suit, Cadan began to walk, each step crashing back to the floor with a loud bang. Using the comm system he began to speak to Thraxis. "The Sith ain't gonna know that we stole their suits. Theys gonna think thier guys are in it!" Cadan said as he began to explore the armour and how it worked.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

The way that the machine spat out his name as though it were unwanted food made the Arue'tii reconsider whether it was truly alive or not. It was an extremely abnormal thing to do, but a moment later it noted that it would have to put the Sith into an early grave, and such threats were not common among droids. The movements were remarkably quick between the combatants, and the very air seemed to scream in violent anger as each consecutive blow was parried between the opponents. His fist shot out, catching the hybrid being in it's metallic face, and forcing it to disengage and remove itself by exactly one step from it's previous position. If that was the only movement that he had forced it to engage, then their fight would likely drag on until one of them died from attrition of wounds, and the machine's ability to phase out pain and never tire meant it had a clear advantage.

Already pain was forming up within Abelain's fist where he had made impact with the harsh material, but that same suffering was converted into renewed vigor for the Arue'tii. Perhaps the fight would not be as one-sided as could be expected, because whilst the machine could not feel pain, the Sith could convert it into energy. His opponent made a comment about the blow, noting that it would have broken his nose if he had possessed such an appendage, but Abelain was fairly certain that the blow would have likely torn off the side of his skull. The argument was moot however, and was quickly abandoned when his foe directed his fist towards his face.

Danger sense prickled up his back, and he felt the sudden inclination to dodge, but prideful arrogance kept him rooted in place. His blade slashed outwards towards the outstretched limb, hoping that the vibrating blade would manage to effect some sort of damage upon the metal. His action had not even completed the preliminary motions before the hand retracted into itself, and took on the appearance of some manner of cannon. Immediately, it began to crackle as slugs were propelled at maximum velocity directly into his face. The chitinous exoskeleton withheld well against the assault, but it still forced him to retreat away from the surprise assault. His blade whiffed dangerously around the air as he blindly struck out.

He was not to be entirely without pain. Every impact could be felt to a minor degree, and when someone threw bundles of them at once at the same spot, it caused a certain level of discomfort. Otherwise, he continued to fight at maximum efficiency against a machine that fought at maximum efficiency.

It would be a long battle.
[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Factory Grounds
Equipment: In Bio
Allies Nearby [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Thraxis"]
Enemies Nearby: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
Forces Nearby: Seven Warbeast droids, and nine War droids

"I have not stretched the muscles like this for years." he let out a loud booming laugh, more a quirk of the cybernetics than anything organic as no loud rush of air escape its lungs, no decompression to the chest only a graves laughter, a harsh grating sound as if two great rocks collided. "You will make a fine trophy!" The hand rotated on its joint, the barrel disappeared and the blocky sharp digits of his hand appeared again, he pressed forward taking the wild strike on his weapon forcing himself along it with the guard of his sword, a neat thin line pricked through his armour plating as a slight nick from a half blocked glancing blow made it through.

The blade shot out at odd angles, going for strokes that went up, came from the side that made him move and turn adjusting to his new guard, these weren't the sort of surprises that were unblock able or even that heavy handed, he was probing for weaknesses seconds between block and counter attack. Looking for that ever illusive chink in his opponent's armour. "It is a shame you had to fight me instead of the Jedi, you would've claimed many a life. Earned quite the reputation. You would've lived."

The pronged feet bit deep into the ground, centring his weight and fortify his position within the combat. He swung out right, left, forward, back. And than like a great labyrinthine rising from the deep his leg shot out in a lunge towards his legs his lower abdomen anything it could reach, it wasn't a kick exactly it had the purpose to hold, opposable digits of his feet reached out like a hand, tried to gain hold dig their way into the chitin armour, if he was normal man. A human it would break through flesh and bone giving him a vice like grip, and he would bring him down and into his sword or simply force him to the ground and step on him with the weight of technology.

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[member="Xis"], [member="Hala Jast"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Vaulkhar"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Darth Banshee"]​

P.S​

Spoiler

Hey, the leg thing can just slide it off your armour, leave a scratch or something up to your discretion. Don't want to force you into anything your not comfortable with, look to forward your post.

 

[Darth Abyss]

The smell of his own burned flesh was disgusting, but he had succeeded in breaking the mans focus, and even broke the mans weapon what was a rather pleasant surprise. Yet he had not been ready for the bullet that made his way at his stomach, piercing his side. The injury wasn't deadly, as the bullet missed any internal organ, but the pain was still burning bright inside his body.

It was hard to see with his mask hiding most of his face, but his expression slowly began to show hints of the struggle and exhaustion that battle brought him. Time was working against him, and while he was obsessive enough to continue a fight far beyond the durability of his body he wasn't able to keep it at the strength needed to overcome a superior opponent.

The knife was still tightly gripped in his right, as smoke ascended from his body as a consequence of the lighting that had just struck his body. He made no attempt to move, instead keeping his defense up. His best chance was to either short out his enemies blade or use one of his other tricks to gain an advantage. The slugthrower returned to his holster, giving him his left to be used. His focus was split on his opponent and his apprentice, but the later was more of a small nuisance than a real problem.

[member="Vaulkhar"] [member="Drogh"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Location: Kuat's Atmosphere
Allies Nearby: [member="Cadan Tazi"] , [member="Thraxis"]
Having delivered his payload Des could see nothing else to do, but return to the ship yards to help escort Xis and the Black Sun Fleet. "Best of luck to yuh jackal boys. Give 'em hell," He said over his coms. Desmond took one last look at the planet he was now leaving behind, flames roared where the bombs had fell, blaster fire stitched the troopers together, almost like playing connect the dots, the wind blew dust and the howl of battle rode right on its cusp. Desmond began his descent into the upper atmosphere, taking blaster fire the whole way. His hull began to glow red hot. If he looked hard enough into space he could see laser fire dancing between warships. This was going to be fun.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Location: Loading Bay for Sith Starport
Mission: Load Loot onto the hidden Frighters

Tydus was now in the Sith Loading bay, a couple dozen Sith Troopers were dead, laying on the ground around him. His new companions were killing the last of the remaining Sith Troopers. He was now standing in the command center for the Starport, opening the ceiling hatch. He picked this spot cuz it was large enough to fit a Freighter sized ship, and the added bonus was that this was a Cargo Loading bay for the Siths military. This was where they placed all the weapons and vehicles that were being about to be placed off planet. He didn't get time to look them all over, but the few he did get a glance at were perfectly capable for his needs of resale.

The ceiling opened up as Tydus entered the final commands. He turned around to throw the Code Cylinder on the dead officers body, smoke rising from his chest. As he exited the command center a Freighter entered from above. He had strategically placed a total of three of these Frighters around the planet, armed with heavy droids to protect the crew and prevent the Sith from taking them over. Plus they were not well armored, this the Sith would overlook them as protection ships, without the proper commands, the Greater Sheild Generator wouldn't activate, and the ship would be destroyed without even getting off the ground.

As the freighter landed, the cargo doors opened, slowly the ramps lowered and opened completely by the time Tydus got to the base of the stairs. He then turned and placed a thermal detonator on the catwalk leading to the command center, as he walked away, it blew up, destroying access to the Center. As he reached the cargo doors, he hit a button on a Datapad and hundreds of Megnetic Loading Droids flew out of the ships cargo bay. They scattered to each corner of the loading bay, picking up creates of weapons and droids, a group were even lifting what looked like a Sith AT-AT.

It would take about an hour or two before he could load all the cargo in here. He just hoped nothing went wrong outside. He radioed [member="Xis"], "This is Tydus, loading cargo has begun, ETA, 1 hour and 30 min, there is also a small distraction, in the North Quadrant, seems the locals don't like being used as cannon fodder, should occupy them for a little while while I complet the loading process."

Sith Troppers were still coming in at a steady pace, they seemed really stretched.

 

[Thraxis]

Location: Armory
Objective: Looting and Raiding
Equipment: Everything in Character Creation Minus DEMP
Allies: Black Sun Syndicate
After the 25 minutes of figuring out how to get it too work, the subtle nuances of the gears clicking and clacking, which may not have been subtle, Thraxis wasn't much of a techie and anything short of a comm link was some sort of new alien technology. HE took in his part, a few soldiers rushing in, trying to stop them borrowing permanently from the One Sith, only to be met with with crunch of metallic jaws setting deep into their carcasses, or a couple well placed shots.

Thraxis comms flashed for a second, a Blue Hued man appeared, his eyes a dark red, his first assumption was to be that of a Chiss, bu in this galaxy the men could just be suffocating and have a thing for bright red eyes, "Yeah, hell is kinda our forte." he responded quickly, a quick round of blaster fire whizzing towards his head before he ducked, quickly returning with a single shot to the skull before getting back to figuring out whatever contraption he was dealing with.

After the painstaking Journey, the Hud came with a slow methodical glow, his eyes adjusting to the bright lights as he looked around, his body struggling to maneuver such a clumsy body, but after a few steps that could crash in a skull he got some level of control over it, though a problem was quickly presented, "Uhhh... Cadan... how are we meant to operate our guns?" he asked as the cumbersome body slowly turned, the entire carcass twisting with a cling and clang as he slowly looked to a large metal gate, and behind it, some very heavy weapons indeed.
[member="Cadan Tazi"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Drogh]

Drogh had actually managed to hit him, good. The blood oozing out from him came him comfort, Drogh watched Abyss in his struggle what a sight. The sith was to frail and stubborn to admit it, but despite all these crafty tricks, all his might and power he had lost. Drogh was still however fearful of the man, if he was driven to his end, his edge, his final breath the man may unleash a final show of power. Yet, Drogh had his cruelness stir in him, his hate for him had become to grow, to see his suffering, his weakness had made him hate Abyss more. Drogh in cruel, icy words in a unforgiving tone said to Abyss. "You're not going to win this, we all know what you're going to do, play another trick." He took more time to enjoy the suffering of Abyss, trying to find the weakness behind the mask. "Least die a honnest man and throw that mask away, or the face we will see will be open dead eyes and a open mouth." Drogh wanted to see his face, wanted to know what hidden secrets he was hiding, what mysteries to uncover.

Drogh had hist blaster pistol in hand, yet despite his fear he got slightly closer, looking at him more closey trying to see for what he really was. "You are fighting for a broken empire, did you know that?" "You will have no legacy, no statue built in your honnor, you are nothing more but a stubborn fool that will die without a mention in history." Drogh wanted him to know that, Drogh wanted to make sure that Abyss knew that he would be nothing, just another facless sith, not another mention. Drogh soon backed away, a grin had stolen his blank face under his mask, as if this was some thing rather funny to him.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

Vaulkhar

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
Abelain stared at the machine as it began to cackle in its' own strange way. "Laughter is unbecoming of droids." He spoke, his voice aggressive, but not quite angered. It was odd that the man had traded away most of his body for the workings of a droid, and then proceeded to keep many of the social constructs that he had learned from birth. His laughter was a clear example of that, and the Arue'tii determined to do more research on the behavior of such augmented beings at a later date. The comment about being made a trophy did somewhat frustrate the Sith. It would not be the first time that his hide was marked to be skinned away from his flesh, and kept as some manner of prize. Pirates had once captured him using electrical weaponry, and imprisoned him with an old enemy. It had been made clear to him at that time that many in the galaxy might desire a natural armor that acted as lightsaber repellent.

His composure regained, the Arue'tii prepared to launch a series of attacks against his opponent, but was met with a rapidly twisting blade that rotated throughout the air at inhuman speeds. Precognition allowed him to deflect most, but a stray blade bounced roughly against the side of his left arm, surprisingly causing slight pain through the armor, and leaving a strange scratch along it. The machine spoke as it assailed him, noting that it was a shame that he had not chosen to combat Jedi instead, and that if he had acted in that manner, he would have gained a name for himself, and have survived. "That is where you make a grave error, machine. I have fought and killed Jedi far greater than myself. I have lived for over a century, and I shall not fall to an artificial construct."

Danger sense flooded through his body once more, and the fierce machine's leg clenched against his left leg, tightening around it as if though it were prepared to snap it in twain. An idea occurred to the Sith as the limb made contact, and he felt his own left hand drop to grasp at one of the digits of the foot. He had once been injured so badly by a gunship that he had feared he might die. In that moment of extreme desperation, he had stripped away the flesh, and the life of a nearby being, and used them to repair himself. His opponent was organic, even though his pieces were hidden behind a metal exterior.

Dark energy coursed through his veins as he unleashed a crimson tendril towards his foe, latching upon his leg, and twisting around it as though it were a snake. If the machine did not have some way of removing itself from his grasp, then he would simply tear away at it's lifeforce, and use its' spare pieces. "Tell me, man. Where resides your heart?"

 

[Cadan Tazi]

Location: In The Armoury.
Objective: Stealy.
Allies: Black Sun & Co
Enemies: One Sith & Co.

Cadan slowly began to move around in the armour, each step falling with a crash. From the outside of his armour he heard the clash of slug rounds against the armour. A smile spread over Cadan's face, he charged forwards in his clumsy armour and grab the closest man around the head. Slowly he pushed into crushing the mans skull from the outside in.

As he got Thaxis' message, Cadan began to play around with the armour. Tapping on his hands with his others, as he did so from his left hand sprung a wrist mounted flamethrower. A trail of flames spewed forth from the barrel, coating whatever it touched in flre. "Bloody 'ell!" Cadan shouted at the initial shock of it. "Left wrist 'as a flamer!" Cadan shouted back through his comms as he began to burn anyone who dared stand infront of the inferno.

A lucky shot from the rear collided into the back mounted jets, causing Cadan to speed across the floor. The heavily armoured Duros slammed into a weapons rack, causing a variaty of weapons to crash down to the ground. Slowly he rose to his feet and flicked out his right arm, a AT-1 wrist slugthrower to appear. "You're all gonna get it." Cadan said as he began to unleash a barrage of slugs towards the soldiers.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

Location: Factory Grounds
Equipment: In Bio
Allies Nearby [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Thraxis"]
Enemies Nearby: [member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
Forces Nearby: Seven Warbeast droids, and nine War droids

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"dissemble no more! I admit the deed! --tear up the planks! here, here! --It is the beating of his hideous heart!"​

- Edgar Allan Poe, The Tell-Tale Heart​

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It was a low, dull, quick sound as a beating of a bird's wings against the confines of a steely cage, trapped but not undone his robotic heart sung "Trapped but not forgotten, my breath stilled but not silenced." he quoted at [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], from some long dead spacer poet. Blades flicking out between him and his foe back, forth, back, forth. "You appear to be under some illusions creature, centuries end. Space magicians pull their last show, but me. I live on."

"Come down with a vengeance!" he locked guards with [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], holding himself close to the Arue'tii, a hairs breath away and he breathed. "Show me your metal." and metal was shown, the dark tendril of sorcery lashed out and towards him, running the length of his chest to the side of his head probing for life in a barren wasteland of metal and machine. "The heart-" his vision blurred black spots ran the course of sight, he jumped back with a 'THUD' his hand going to his head, running down the length trying to snap out of the sudden and almost alien sensation, creating space between the two opponents.

"I've had enough!" he shouted wobbling to the side, withdrawing a sonic blaster with his free hand from the depths of his coat. The finger pressed in pulling on the trigger and fired at [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], again and again he pressed the trigger, shooting round discs of solid sound towards him, trying to sever the connection between him and his sorcery.

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[member="Xis"], [member="Hala Jast"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Vaulkhar"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Darth Banshee"]​

 

[Jaster Awaud]

Spoiler

[member="Xis"], [member="Hala Jast"], [member="Thraxis"], [member="Cadan Tazi"], [member="Darth Abyss"], [member="Vaulkhar"], [member="Jessica Med-Beq"], [member="Darth Banshee"] @Abelain Narvuk

Tydus was clearing the last of the Cargo ships, working along side his boss Xis, they would punch through the planetary defenses and make their way to space. While he was loading the cargo onto the frieghters as well as some of the refugees, a group of rebels fighting the One Sith on a second front, notified Tydus that there were an even larger Moter Pool full of AT-AWs. They weren't far away and so Tydus sent a detachment to get them. That was nearly 30 mins ago.

Tydus was ending the loading faze and was about to radio the Bossman that he was good to go, when he received a radio call, "Mr Wyreen, we have arrived with the goods."

As soon as the radio call came through, he noticed that the fighting had died down to a few fire fights outside. The roads and other stuff must be busy with the rebels that the left the motor pool unguarded. Tydus told some men to open the cargo bay doors. Several refugees went to open it and grabbed at the control panel. When the doors opened, several AT-AW's walked through the doors. This was really his lucky day.

He loaded the last of the 10,000 ton Capacity Frieghters and got it ready to fly. Radioing all Black Sun units even his boss. "All units, time to get it into gear and move out, we got what we are looking for."

Spoiler

Loot:
AT-AW- 7 Vehicle
AT-HK- 700 Walker
Blaster Rifles- 10,000 tons
Heavy Blaster Pistol- 5,000 tons
Sniper Rifle- 2,000 tons
Sniper Blaster- 3,000 tons

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

[member="Flannigan Mcnash"]
It was a feeling of wickedness that propelled the tendril forth into his opponent's body. The crimson energy coiled around, running through the metallic form as though it were a vicious viper preparing to unleash its' venomous bite. In a way, it was just as dangerous as some poisonous predator, and Abelain watched with vaguely clouded vision as it twirled around the commander. He spoke, but the words were only droning noises in his ears, something poetic was spoken, but he could not discern the individual words as clearly. Concentration was of utmost importance to perform his lethal strike, and so the additional sensory material was simply discarded.

He spoke again, and this time the words were clear enough. He had settled into an appropriate mindset that he could perform the perversion of Dark Healing without requiring absolute sensory death. His wrist flickered, catching the enemy blade midair and sending out a showering ring of violent noise. "Foolish machine. You shall simply rust. When the galaxy falls to desolation you shall watch with undying eyes as eternity stretches into nothingness. Fine, you may live eons, and you may watch as it everything is scrambled into the abyss of entropy."

The thing called for a show of metal, and the Arue'tii felt inclined to oblige. The tendril increased in violence, twisting about around his opponent, and forcing him to disengage lest he be torn asunder from the inside. The crimson energy conceded, retreating backwards out of it's point of entry around the metal leg, but not before grasping upon several wires and pieces of metal. It ripped away at them, attempting to tear small pieces of the alloy away form his foe's robotic skeleton. If successful, the pieces would be bonded to Abelain's chitin, and left as faint trophies of the injury.

No matter the outcome, the sudden pulsating thuds snapped him out of his state of Force use, and he felt a painful sensation crash into his abdomen, sending him reeling. The air rushed out his lungs as another blow sent him down onto his back. Small splotches of purple began to become visible underneath the blue chitin as blood vessels were popped, and their vital liquids sent spiraling outwards into his body. He was surprisingly tired from his Dark Healing assault, and he struggled to raise his vibroblade upwards into a vaguely defensive position. Meanwhile, his other hand crept ever so slowly down to a cylinder upon his side, grasping it, and detaching it from it's fetter.