It Must Flow (T-10)

[Gian Greydragon]

Kessel was an arid world, likened to a cold day in the sun on Barab I. Szebat was more than accustomed to this type of climate, and thus had no issue carrying most of his typical gear, with his newly manufactured aesthetically modified Dragon Mk. I Armor, lined with many of the weapons from Szebat's armory, including his Falchion, Heavy Harlaw Carbine, a 25 inch long Cortosis-woven short sword, and his single Gratia Pistol, after the last one was sliced in half on Corellia, by a traitor to the Sith, who narrowly escaped his wrath. Replacing that pistol was a TS-15 Tri-shot pistol, as well as his staple Greatsaber. Szebat was a fond believer of leading from the front, partially because he couldn't go long without killing something, and as such, he's opted to spearhead a small campaign on Kessel. This kept him close to his soldiers, by fighting by their sides, in nearly every engagement with which he's been present.

The Knights of SIN have shared with leadership that a group of Mandalorian mercenaries were spotted en route to Kessel to attempt to cripple the Legion's efforts here. With the recent betrayal of Szebat's personal Mandalorian assassin, Q'san Genet had gained a great and terrible enemy. However, even the senses of the Once-Darth were not strong enough to snuff him out. With no outside attachments within Szebat's grasp, he could not get to him easily. With hopes of the crafty fool being sent here, Szebat quickly picked up arms, and set out to combat these foolish individuals.

Szebat stood ready in the watchtower, that had recently bee put together by a Stormtrooper construction crew, as well as a small barricade around the perimeter with walls 12 feet high. Nothing a Mandalorian could not simply jet-jump over, but in doing so, their presence will be telegraphed to all of those within the base. Szebat, himself was accompanied with a platoon of Stormtroopers, a squad of Shock Troopers and a couple of Sith to defend the area.

"Xerex. Northern gate is clear so far. Any movement that is not ours, needs to be killed with prejudice," he spoke, in a gruff tone, telepathically, to the Anzati Sith.


@The Nameless One

 

[The Nameless One]

The Nameless One was donned in much simpler, and much less gear in comparison to the Warlord. It wasn't that he found flaw in carrying an arsenal. The lack of a right hand prevented him from being able to wield a wide array of equipment. His armor was simple and reliable MK 5 inquisition armor. He carried his gold light saber and a Sunspear pistol on his belt. On his right wrist was red bladed wrist mounted lightsaber. He stood behind the Warlord waiting to be commanded.

While The Nameless One hardly bothered to observe or respect things as trivial to him as ranks, which to him granted individuals an imaginary and usually unearned right to authority over others, The Nameless One absolutely respected reputation. The reputation of the Warlord Szebat was well known and The Sentient Nightmare was happy to submit to the command of a being such as he.

The Nameless One had no particular grudge against any mandalorian known to be here. He only hated one. Those present would feel the hatred he had for that one, today. There blood would stain the sand on her account and, of course, for the glory of the Sith Empire.

Finally, he received an order. "Xerex," the Imperial Warlord said telepathically, "The Northern Gate is clear so far. Any movement that is not ours needs to be killed with prejudice." His voice was gruff in The Nameless One's mind. While nothing in his phrasing could be construed as a direct order. The tone of the voice was commanding and left no doubt.

The Nameless One was not surprised by this beings knowledge of the name he reserved only for the few beings he would call friends. In fact, he felt honored that he had chosen to use it. "I understand Warlord," he responded briefly, "consider it done."

The Nameless One was useless inside of the watchtower. His lack of ranged gear made him in effective at distances, but he knew how could be of use. He left the watchtower, activating the wrist mounted saber, then drawing his Sunspear pistol. He left the protective gates of the Sith encampment, opting to stand just outside of them, offering himself as something of live bait.

Now he broadcasted a telepathic message to the occupants of the base. "I know why you hide. I know why cowar in fear. You must know the Sentient Nightmare is coming. You must know your death is my companion."

The Sentient Nightmare had meant to rile up the mandalorians inside and bring them out. He had never known them to shrink from a challenge. If that didn't work for some reason, then he would go in. Either way he would be the first, and in as many cases as possible the last, warrior of the Sith these Mandalorians would meet.

 

[Flamjetxx]

Artello has seen more than his own fair share of spice even if he’s never used it himself. It were the pitiful excuses for nobility that were of the other Royal Families of Ord Cantrell that he’d always suspected to use the drug. It was something he always determined were reserved for the criminal kind and those with no self control of their own. He, however, was a man of every ounce of self control, and even if the spice itself wasn’t of use to him, it was the use of his now biggest supporters, the Sith Empire. The value of spice was indisputable, and if it served his own good indirectly, then why would he hinder anything. In fact, his every intention was to protect the re-founded mine in its earlier stages of production.

From what he’s heard of late was that it was now that the mine would be attacked if at all. However, with the stronger fortifications of not just one, but three Force using Sith to guard the mine Artello was doubtful that the Mandalorians would be as bold to reveal themselves in such a risky situation. It was difficult, up to this point, to prove Hutt involvement in the hindering of the Empire’s establishments on the planet, but a few dead or captured Mandalorians could very well help to bring that proof to light. It’s one thing to hit a Mine with the ordinary Trooper guarding it, but full fledged Sith was another story.

Artello’s involvement in the actual setting up of the establishment was minimal. Not only was it undesirable labor for a man of his own stature to perform the labors of the commoner, but he was much better utilized in the role he was supposed to be performing, guarding the mine from the suspected intruders. Even so, the 12 foot barricades were well enough a good start to keep the undesirable out for long enough for them to respond to the threat.

Artello’s white and gold armor made him stand out well enough, which made him a target. For that reason alone, he was determined to scan the perimeter with a professionalism of a ten year veteran soldier and commander would. Scanning out the distance, the mine had cleared away much of the surroundings, leaving sufficient enough room to raise the barricades in the first place. If an attack were to come, Artello was sure that he would notice something before it was too late, although, vigilance wasn’t enough to satisfy him. It was keeping himself in range of the multiple crates, containing the heavy mining machinery that made him feel like using them for cover was his greatest ally in fending off a surprise volley of blaster fire.

His eyes scrolled one more time across his surroundings even after the fifth time looking through as he spoke, “All is clear at my position as well Commander.”

It wasn’t often that he had someone above his head considering his lengthy campaign in the surrounding territories of his home world, Ord Cantrell, but he fully understood the importance of a chain of command. If it weren’t for his own leadership experiences, even his own most volatile personal defeat may have very well crumbled to the weight of his adversaries if it weren’t for his own soldiers following his explicit command.

In fact, he rather enjoyed the liberty that came with following an order from time to time. It reminded him of his time spent as an apprentice under Master Kaytis. Even though it tended to be tiresome when he didn’t understand the reasoning behind the wisdom of a task, it was one of the most rewarding and fulfilling moments to succeed and become one with the mind of a superior. Such experiences were rare, but when achieved, there wasn’t much that could compare to it.

 

[Gian Greydragon]

As if the Mandalorians had heard the two Dark Siders, more than a few appeared over the crest of a distant hill. Some running, some leaping, bounding, and flying forward, the mercenaries chanted in their native tongue, and made their way to Szebat's side of the compound. With a wide grin crossing his scaly face, Szebat took aim one Mandalorian Merc flying full speed forward at the gates. "Contact, North!" he roared, as he brought to bear his Heavy Harlaw Carbine.

Szebat took aim and fired several shots into a group of mercenaries rushing the gate, taking two shots to crack through the beskar helmet. As one stopped to ignite his jetpack, Szebat took aim, and as he leapt over the wall, he fired a singled bolt into the jetpack, igniting the fuel and resulting in a massive explosion. The spectacle set something off in Szebat, as he placed his rifle on the magnetic holding plate on his back, grabbing his falchion, and jumping down, in front of the gate, meeting a group of Mandalorians head-on.

The Mandalorians had all carried melee weapons, but they did not draw them at first, pointing and firing at Szebat who turned the blade of his weapon sideways, so the bolts hit it broadside and dissipated, thanks to it's Cortosis lining. With hefty swing, the Barabel brought the blade up and above his head, following through, and crashing hard, into the sides of one of them, cleaving into him, breaking through his armor, with a cacophony of metallic crunching and slicing noises, topped off with the helplesss screams of the nearly bisected warrior. Szebat backhanded the next man, and twirled again to hit another with his tail, winding up the strike for greater momentum.

 

[Flamjetxx]

Szebat's voice echoed in his ear warning him of the North. Already, Artello was prepared to make his way to the other side of the base, leaving the few Storm Troopers on this side to keep a close eye on the other end, but he was Forced to stop by the shrill shriek of the Force in his ear. Artello knew what it was already. It was the only warning he'd get, vague and disapproving of him, it called out to him as if a weakness, but in fact the Lord's son's greatest strength. Danger; And Artello knew precisely of what nature. In fact, it was precisely what he would have done.

It was the most potent of methods of infiltrating. Powerful entrances from all ends simultaneously, it was meant to shock and awe the inhabitants and catch them off guard. Unfortunately, it only worked when the occupants didn't expect their intrusion and its greatest weakness was one already being exploited in that it left their Forces spread thin. However, the surprise portion was still something to overcome and Artello found himself diving into the dusty earth behind one of the massive creates that held the heavy minng equipment he was previously weaving in and out of during his perimeter sweep.

The bolt glanced off his shoulder, leaving a singed, but mostly untouched etching in his once pristine suit of armor. It wasn't the first time and certainly not the last time he'd suffer the imperfection of a blaster bolt, but this one was the one that alerted him to the rest of the Mandos lurking in the distance. Artello picked himself off the ground as a Storm Trooper fell from a cat walk above him right in front of where Artello dove to cover, a smoking hole was through his visor. Behind him two more thumps hit the ground, but for every thump there were ten blaster bolts fired in return.

"The South West and South," Artello Growled into the comm link, "They are trying to hit us on all sides."

Focusing his attention to the Storm Troopers above him, Artello sent a mental message to them, "What can you see? Positions?"

Then Directing his attention to all of the nearest Storm troopers by him, he sent another message, "Focus on their main Forces and break a hole in their line. From there we will work our way out."

A communication came into Artello's helmet from the troopers above him, "Four Snipers holding back, they are covering the approach of two main assaults coming in. One of them has a rocket sir."

Artello poked his head out to take a quick look as he poured a few shots of cover fire. He saw two glares in the distance and the group that was described to him to have the rocket. It looked like they were going to avoid the vulnerability of flying over the wall all together and instead, they were just going to blow a hole right into the wall.

Artello knew what he needed to do. He shot off a few bolts hearing a subsequent shout of an injured Mando in the wake as he came onto his local team comm, "Give me some more cover as I make my way back behind the crane."

Artello knew what he needed was to get into a counter sniping position, and the best way for him to do that was to gain some altitude. Following the fusillade of blaster fire, he careened behind the front line onto the stairs that led to the catwalk past several storm troopers, where he dashed down into the mind itself on he carefully climbed the crane under the visual cover of a stack of mining equipment. The perch seemed to be ideal for looking into the South Western portion of the attack, and already he could feel that the snipers missed his ascension, which was good, because he had yet to reveal himself. He reconfigured his rifle for sniping as he watched and noticed a pattern. One sniper would pop up to snipe as another fell, and so on and so forth so that there was always a moment in which a sniper was shooting. However, the downfall with it was in the fact that the others wouldn't notice when he shot one of them out.

With a deep exhale, Artello shot his first shot taking out one of the snipers. He fell and they must have attributed their fallen comrade to the pure luck of a storm trooper's aim. Another exhale and Artello took out another one just in time for him to take cover and hide himself. Now, they were going to be aware of his presence sniping them. That, and he needed to get back out before the rocketeers were in range of the wall.

 

[The Nameless One]

The Nameless One saw his ploy had ended in the expected result. This was pleasing to him, though it was a bit odd to view an army charging towards you pleasing. The wrist saber was dedicated to defense. He moved it more with his shoulder and upper arm rather than the muscles in the lower arm. While the arm itself appeared wholly regrown to the place where his right hand should begin, the inner structure of the arm was no where near completed.

What movement of the lower arm that was possible was severely limited, slow, and strenuous. He was able to use the arm to effectively defend about three quarters of his body with the arm. His left hand was undamaged and held his sunspear pistol, which he had adopted after witnessing it in use against himself. It only held six shots and he didn't carry additional ammunition, as he had no reliable way to reload it in battle.

The Nameless One took his time as he aimed. Though he had practiced with the weapon considerably, he was no expert in its use. The first of the mando warriors landed and began hopping towards the gate. The Nameless One fired his first shot and hit him square in the chest.

Some other Mandos had begun to fire upon him, and instead of trying to deflect the shots, the Nameless One suddenly broke into sprint to the left side. This put the right side of his body facing the mandos and made it easier for him to ensure any bolts he couldn't outpace could be blocked by the healing arm.

After a short sprint, The Nameless One reversed his direction. This put the left side of his body facing the madalorians. Defense in this position wasn't possible while he was using the Sunspear. So, he focused on the use of his agility and speed. He also counted on the shots he would fire to prevent him from being shot.

Fortunately, by this time, some of the Mandos had begun to fall to fire from the troopers above. Warlord Szebat had also come over the wall, and many of the mandos had shifted their attacks to him. These facts probably greatly assisted in enabling the Nameless One to remain without wounds.

The Nameless One fired an additional two shots while in motion. The first shot missed, and the second caught one of the warriors in the hip. Then, the Nameless One changed direction again, and as he ran to the left, allowing himself to defend himself he realized the Mandolorians would be too close for his strategy to continue to be effective. So, he began to witch the weapon from his Sunspear to his lightsaber.

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Szebat quickly fought off the first wave of attackers quickly with the might of his Falchion. As the weapon was as heavy as a well-built humanoid, the chunky blade was a lot to heft about in prolonged engagements. To conserve the rest of his energy, and to optimize against blaster wielders, he deploys his greatsaber in its intermediate 1.9 meter-long blade. The second charging party ran in, chomping at the bit for their chance at glory, bearing blades and cudgels of all shapes and sizes. Most of the Mandalorians were smart enough to line their chosen melee weapons with Cortosis, or forge them from a Phrik alloy.

The Mandalorian charged, blades held high, for a strike at both of Szebat's shoulders. The Warlord quickly parried the blades up and to the left, but the curve in the blade allowed it to grip the blade of his lightsaber, pulling it almost completely out of Szebat's hands.

He would not give up his prized weapon so easily, and pulled back, pulling the Mandalorian close, one blade even grazing his armor ever so slightly. With his left hand, Szebat backhanded the helmet right off of the warrior, sending him backwards, falling on his posterior under the momentum generated from his heavy armor, allowing two more blade wielding warriors to test their mettle, and crumble at the hands of the Warlord Szebat. Noticeably less skilled than the first one, the two ment coming in for the attack were parried and countered in one swift stroke, bisecting them at the hip. After the two fell, Szebat raised a single hand, calling upon a torrent of Lightning, a skill he's known since his days as a Darth, but always found telekinetic applications more entertaining. The mercenary who had only just gotten back to his feet was caught in the maelstrom, seizing up as the electricity ripped through his body. Smoke soon took form behind the head of the Mandalorian, as the fuel cells in his jetpack caught a spark, and caused a reaction within the jetpack, that sent him flying upwards, i a screen of flame and smoke, only to explode, violently over the heads of his comrades. Szebat sisssed with joy, and charged forward into the fray, with a small contingent of Stormtroopers in tow.

 

[Flamjetxx]

The Lord from Ord Cantrell saw a storm trooper fall from the catwalk below him as a red hole smoked from the body far below after contacting the ground. However, Artello stuck with his task and looked down the scope at one of the two approaching parties of Mandos taking cover behind boulder. One popped up while under the cover of a comrade's spray of blaster fire, shooting a rocket. With one hand removed from the barrel of the blaster, Artello focused on the missile through the scope right before it was shot. Even as it began to propel out of the weapon, Artello kept the Force on the projectile, altering the trajectory to divert directly into the group that was travelling only just ahead of the first group. The Missile exploded onto the group, sending a multitude of Mandolorians scattered in the air, where those that weren't blown into smithereens were shot down in quick order.

Artello's scope was hard set on the mound in which the first of the two remaining snipers resided. A thump indicated yet another storm trooper falling by the blaster fire of the enemy Mandos. Ranks were thinning, and Artello needed this final Mando to show his visor. As soon as the iconic 'T' shape came out of hiding, Artello let loose a bolt taking the helmet flying into several pieces as the Mando behind the visor was likely eviscerated. However, the Force screamed once more Forcing him to take cover behind the metal beam to his left as the tiny red explosion flashed far from harm.

Artello reloaded his sniper, and as he did so, he got a good look at what his companions were doing across the base. Xerex, as he'd been called was strafing with a lightsaber deflecting more than a few bolts and shooting his rifle from the other hand, and Artello just barely caught Szebat roasting an unlucky Mandolorian with a pleasant show of Force Lightning, something he hasn't personally found himself a fan of the use of the Force, but seeing it performed by one as skilled as the Former Darth was quite interesting.

Another bolt and another passed by until there was a brief pause. Peeking his head out barely, Artello faked his reveal to see if the sights were still onhim with the last bolt, and sure enough, the final Mando sniper was in fact aiming on him with his last two bolts of which flew in short order to miss their mark. Artello could only imagine the frustration the sniper felt at missing him. Artello had been in more than a few of the very same circumstances. He has counter sniped and missed his targets to some sort of foolery, and on more than one occasion, he'd nearly lost half of his head as a result. He knew just about every trick in the book. But, what the opposing sniper must not have known was that Artello was moving up higher as he hid behind cover, as was revealed when Artello aimed down his rifle at the final mound. Artello was gaining more height and moving positions in order to fool the counter sniper.

After placing himself into a short distance away, as he didn't want to risk being seen moving up by the sniper if he reloaded his rifle too soon, Artello refound his mark to see the sniper only just coming out of his hiding hole to fire off another shot at where Artello once was, some distance below that. There was his chance, and Artello fired off two shots, one that knicked the helmet and the follow up striking the sniper head on.

"That makes four," he whispered to himself as he took another look out at the now safer battlefield.

Unfortunately, he was a moment too late to see a second rocket flying out to the barrier, opening the wall for the considerably thinned ground Forces to enter. Unfortunately, as soon as he'd seen it, the barrel of a tank and three speeder bikes came over the hill.

"We have a tank and speeders," Artello exclaimed over the Comm to the entire fortification. However, if the Forces were as strong here as they were in the rest of the base, they likely had similar problems of their own.

The Lord had to admit that it made sense as to how they were able to take these fortifications with as much ease and efficiency. To have tanks and speeders against as lightly defended fortifications seemed like overkill. only this time, they were dealing with experienced Sith combatants. They wouldn't be going so easily, even if the storm troopers Artello had left were as thinly dispersed after the initial wave.

Artello switched his comm to the remaining squad of Storm troopers he had left. There weren't many left, but they were enough, "Regroup Team. I need charges set on the outer layer of equipment. If that tank makes it into the base, then I want there to be a surprise for it. The rest of you need to take cover at the crates at the north of that opening, and south of the same opening. Then the majority of you make yourselves obvious at the back of the opening by that unused excavator. When the speeder bikes come in, they will be flanked by the northern and southern groups."

@Gian Greydragon @Vinn Esper @The Nameless One

 

[The Nameless One]

Spoiler: ooc

As the Warlord charged headlong into the mix with his storm troopers in tow, the Nameless One had successfully activated his gold saber. He was being engaged by two mandolorians. They use typical melee weapons. One such warrior came at him now, making a move to drive his blade deep into the Nameless One's gut.

The Nameless One caught the offending blade, before it caught him, and pushed it away from his body with his wrist saber. A simple downward cleave from his gold saber left a dark rift in the mandos armor and The Nameless One pushed him back with the force of his cleave. He didn't relent, remembering what one mando had once done to him.

His second strike with the gold saber was delivered to the mandos upper chest, with speed. The Mando turned away and stumbled back. He tried to straighten himself, and even raised a sword in defense. These efforts were futile, however, as a quick jab from the gold saber into the helmet ended the mando inside.

The Warlord was relatively near his position. His brute strength and lack of comparable injury made it seem as if he were slaughtering Mando much faster than he. It was invigorating to witness this prowess up close. Unfortunately, The Nameless One was not afforded much time to enjoy. A Mandolorian with a knife and a pistol rapidly approached him.

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Szebat's greatsaber had cleaved through another Mandalorian as a tank blew a hole through the nearby wall of their base, allowing several speeder mounted Mandalorians stormed through. The playthings before him, who had taken the form of Mandalorian mercenary were no longer his primary interest, thus he upped the tempo, killing those within his immediate vicinity, and leaving the rest to his contingent of Storm Troopers.

As the last speeder charged in, the tank had made its way inside the base, when he leapt, with aid from the Force, to maintain the element of surprise, crashing down on the cockpit door, atop the tank, driving 8 feet of plasma through the hinge holding the door in place. From atop the tank, he could hear the frantic cries of those within the tank, as the side-gunner attempts to get an aim on Szebat. The blade of plasma retracted to the hilt, as Szebat had to dispatch the side-monted blaster cannon, with a single slash through the barrel. Rendering that weapon useles, but maintaining the camera, so those inside could watch in real-time as the Barabel carved open the top of their tank, and rip the first man, the driver, out of his seat, and slinging him into a nearby cluster of re-bar support skewering him through his armor. Two more Mandalorians jumped upward, with blaster pistols attempting to blindside Szebat, but only met his tail-mounted mace, crushing one Mandalorian's skull against another, killing them both.

 

[The Nameless One]

The Nameless One had neither the knowledge equipment to combat the enemy use of vehicles. He made a mental note to get some grenades or something that would allow him to be prepared for them in the future. Presently however, The Nameless One remained with the storm troopers and continued to defend the North Gate.

The Mandalorians continued their heavy assault of the North Gate. So far the mandos strategy seemed to be to overwhelm the Sith defenses by number. Something wasn't sitting right with The Nameless One. He was forced to fight while he pondered it.

One of the mercs came at him with a large hammer that he seemed to swing with ease. The hammer came down and the Nameless One hopped back. The hammer missed him, but as it struck the sand, a wave of dirt rose up and covered him. It obscured his vision momentarily. It was long enough for the hammer to impact him in the chest. He went backwards and to the ground. The smash of the hammer had been hard.

Even with his armor absorbing most of the impact, The Nameless One lie on the ground hurting and struggling to draw air. His vision began to return, but it was blurred. The hammer came down on him. He barely raised his sabers to block it. It impacted and held. The Nameless One realized the Hammer must've been made with a cortosis weave or some similar nonsense. The Mando raised his hammer to strike again as the Nameless One regained the full range of his vision.

The Nameless Pushed himself forward and delivered a kick to the man's midsection. He was armored, so the kick didn't hurt him, but in combination with his actions, it caused him to tumble back. As the Nameless One regained his footing, he was looking up at the mando with the hammer who was doing the same. Behind him, and in the sky, three large ships were descending on the compound. The Nameless One had traveled on enough transport ships to recognize them when he saw them.

Suddenly the Mandolorian strategy was starting to make sense. The Nameless One couldn't afford to focus his ability on any one individual or a select few individuals at this time. So, he broadcast a telepathic message that anyone within their base and all the attacking Mandos would hear. "This is not an attack, they are trying to cover their retreat!"

 

[Flamjetxx]

The speeder bikes burst into the base entirely focused on the Storm Troopers pouring blaster bolts down the alley specifically chosen to lure the speeder bikes into. They had less trouble taking the bait, but as they came onto the far back barricade and were about to make another round, Artello sprung the trap, getting onto his team comm, "Now!"

As he said it, the flanking storm troopers from the right and left behind the turning speeders came out to fire upon the vulnerable riders' backs, taking the all out in a red, blurry flash. The tank in the north of the base was bisected by his fellow Sith companion and the tank in the South West section, his section, was rapidly approaching. It had gotten far enough that the first group that blew a hole into the wall was able to use it for cover, which wasn't going to fly with Artello.

The young Lord leapt from his perch high on the crane, activating his Jumpers as he was in mid air to propel his high above his sprung trap and far over the wall towards the tank just in time to see a massive shadow looming over his head being a rapidly approaching drop ship. Suddenly the sound of two Jet Packs sounded as a pair of Mandos leapt from their cover behind the tank to confront Artello in mid air in which he decided he'd let himself free fall into confronting them. A pretty twirl in mid air and a deflected bolt and the three of them fell, well... five of them. The two Mandolorians were bisected ad Artello was falling right ontop of the tank just in time to hear the telepathic message from his companion, The Nameless One, "This is not an attack, they are trying to cover their retreat!"

Thudding onto the top of the tank, all eyes were on him, and three storm troopers blew past the tank, taking out two Mandolorians as the did so on the speeder bikes they repossessed from the Fallen Mando Riders. Artello had several Mandolorian "T" Visors fixed on him, even as the whining screech of the speeders wailed past the tank on each side, and Artello boldly sent out on with the same range of Telepathic message, "Don't let any of them escape to hit us again. We want them all dead."

The Mandolorians were nearly all stunned at his presence atop the tank, and as he sent out the telepathic message, he could almost see the emotion in their physical reaction despite their helmets and armor covering their bodies. All the while, Artello never took his eyes off of them as he sent out the message.

 

[Toasty]

Man, being rich was awesome. Jedi, too, but that wasn't as much fun as it possibly could be. A known indulger of the finer things in life, like music, booze and women, Kenny Garfield found himself waking up to possibly the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. She was hot as hell, talented, and the absolute best in bed. Marriage material, honestly, but Kenny thought there would have to be some semblance of commitment. Otherwise she might just be in it for the money and cool lightsaber boyfriend. It probably wasn't a great idea, Ken didn't want a song berating his good nature to spread across the galaxy. Hell, if he got a song out of the week or so that he'd been spending with Vesper Almec, the pop sensation, then who was he to complain.

Plus a Republic Consul Star Yacht outfitted with expensive hoo-hah and stocked to the brim with expensive alcohol and necessities was sure to impress. It was even better that the recent promotion to Jedi General, since the executive order was to get to know the other General more personally. Valen Pelora, a man made of pretty much the opposite material which built Kenny, uptight Jedi to the limits pretty much. What a sad week this man must of had, putting up with two people not giving a damn about his meditations and being loud as possible.

Welp, time to get out of bed. Untangling himself from the knot he awoke to, Kenny thought it was high time to put on some robes and go pester Valen some before going to see how the refueling was coming along. The ship had to stop on Kessel, of all things, to even get back to where they wanted to go. Vesper's next concert in some crappy part of Republic space. Eh, it wasn't that big of a deal, since she wanted the ride and he wanted to keep seeing her in both public and private. To Valen's malcontent.

Throwing the robes extra tight around himself, Kenny stepped outside the yacht to an insane blast of sound. The station only about 10 minutes from the battle was in an uproar about some Mandalorians confronting Sith forces and getting the shit absolutely kicked out of them. Ken thought back to when he first brought Vesper on his yacht, ever the observant one, had noticed heavy as hell firepower inside the woman's luggage but said it wasn't his problem at the time. Now it kinda was. Doing a 180 straight back into the yacht, Ken kept the bedroom door open as he disrobed and began to adorn his armor and retrieve all the weapons he'd brought with him.

“Valen, time to whoop some ass. We got Sith being jerks on the surface kessing the living hell out of some Mandos. Let's buy some speeders and get out there.”

As Ken retrieved his lightsaber, clipping it to his left side, Ken looked towards the Mando currently in his bed. Before putting his helmet on, Ken walked over and planted a cya later kiss on her lips. Mostly using it as a tactical maneuver to say "don't steal my fekking ship”.

Turning away to see if Valen was done with being a huge nerd, donning the cool as hell helmet of his armor, it was time to boogy and get to work on the Jedi business. Sith killing business, and business is boomin'.

@Relent @Valen Pelora

 

[Logan]

Despite what the Space Tabloids would tell you, it really wasn't typical of Vesper to find random guys - especially random Jedi - to shack up with like sex was going out of style. For some reason though, her usual set of ridiculously high standards had either been met or lowered - she couldn't quite remember which, the past week had been filled with a lot of head on headboard trauma and booze - Kenny had managed to slip his way into her life and at least at this point, she wasn't disappointed. For as stiff - giggity - as most people assumed Jedi were, Kenny seemed to be the opposite. He was fun, and that's all Vesper was really looking for at the moment.

The bed on Ken's star yacht wasn't the most comfortable thing she'd ever slept in, but it definitely wasn't the worst. She had felt him get up and heard him leave the room but didn't find it important enough for her to do the same, of course that was before she heard him mention Sith.. and them slaughtering Mandalorians. Shooting up out of the bed like someone had stuck her in the ass with a taser, Vesper - still standing stark as naked - rounded on Kenny with a look of anger and excitement in her eye.

"Did I hear what I thought I heard?" she asked, the tone of her voice reflecting a least a modicum of worry. "What the kriff are we waiting for?? Get your ass dressed a little faster and lets get out there and put some Sith scum into the ground!"

Making her way over to her bags, Vesper pulled on some underclothes and started donning her armor. It was your typical mandalorian Beskar'gam, although hers may have been a little brighter and less... battle worn than most you would see. It had been a few years since Vesper had had to kill anyone in the name of her people, but she was just as sharp with her abilities as she was then. She owed that to her training regimand.. and not ever wanting to disappoint her Mand'alor or her father should her name be called to fight.

With her armor on and her side arms and explosives secured firmly in their respective positions, Vesper reached for her CZ-6100 and slapped a clip of high explosive rounds into the chamber and pulled the hammer back.

It was go time bitches.


@Toasty @Valen Pelora

 

[Valen Pelora]

Jedi General Valen Pelora sat quietly in a small compartment of a lavishly appointed Star Yacht. He had chosen the least gaudy of the sleeping quarters. Everything was gold, and gilded. A strange ship for a Jedi. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. He had lived his life a humble servant of the Order, and the Lightside. He simply could not imagine living such a life. Valen had been recently elevated to a position he had never considered. He found himself a General, a leader of the Jedi Army. It was a tremendous honor, but an even greater responsibility. The fate of the Army now partially rested in his hands.

He had been tasked with meeting his fellow General, Kenneth Garfield. The older Jedi was strikingly similar to his Yacht. Kenny was opulent, brash and undisciplined. He was Valen’s polar opposite. He was still trying to figure out his fellow General. It was a difficult task. The two were supposed to spend the week getting to know one another. It had not gone as planned. Kenny had somehow picked up galactic pop icon Vesper Almec. The Jedi General, and the pop star had spent the week making it incredibly difficult to mediate. Valen rarely had difficulty finding inner peace, but the love making pair had pushed his limits.

The meditation he had managed had been distracted at best. His inner turmoil had not been set at ease, if anything his uncertainty had grown. The Darkside was spreading across galaxy. He had fought Sith at every turn, he had taken lives, and still the Dark advanced. He didn’t recognize himself some days, the man he had become. He strived to follow the Lightside and listen to the Force. Slowly, he was coming to terms with who he was. He could be a healer, teacher, and a warrior. There was a place, and time, for each.

Valen had loathed to spend time away from Sigal. His student was making incredible progress, and leaving her for whatever this week with Kenny had been was not the best use of his time. After this fuel stop on Kessel he would be back on his way to civilization. He was shaken from his musing by Kenny shouting. He quickly left his rooms to find his fellow Jedi. Something about Sith and ‘whooping ass.’ He was met with an open door and a view of a naked pop star. Valen quickly averted his eyes. Yes, Sith. It was always Sith. Without hesitation Valen quickly donned his customized armor, and robes. He slapped his helmet on his head, clipped his Lightsaber to his belt, and slung an XPC over his shoulder. He grabbed 2 thermal dementors and two EMPs to finish getting ready, before joining his heavily armored ‘allies.’

“I almost didn’t recognize the two of you with clothes on and speaking in full sentences.” He knew Kenny thought he was overly serious and boring, but he had a few tricks up his sleeve. He supposed it was ‘go time.’

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Szebat stood victorious over the mangled remains of the tank crew, as his helmet folded back on itself to reveal his face, so he could do what he does best - making lunch out of the enemy. Ripping the armor from their lifeless corpses, he feasted, ever-so-swiftly, before rejoining his two comrades, at the center of their base, licking his bloodied lips, and exhaling a satisfied hiss. "Retreat, eh? Thisss One lovesss a good chassse," he said, hissing contently as his bloodlust shot through the roof.

At the last second, the danger-end of a vibro-lance came into his periphery. Moving swiftly backwards, he was able to move to the side just enough, and Saber hilt in hand, he turned to face the warrior, as he assaulted Szebat and his Sith allies, bringing his greatsaber to bear, slashing upward, cleaving the bike in two, along with it's rider. The remaining halves flung past them, into the a building in the distance. With that, he continued to seek and destroy any Mandalorians left within the base.

 

[The Nameless One]

The Mandolorian raised his hammer once more, for the last time. He had seemed to forget about golden lightsaber in the Nameless One's right hand. It was a mistake, he would not live to learn from. The Nameless One shoved his light saber in the Mando's chest.

Most of the Mandalorian's had bypassed The Nameless One and what remained of the squad of Stormtroopers left behind by Warlord Szebat. The few mandos that remained near the North gate, where the Nameless One had been fighting, did not have the numbers to defeat the stormtroopers. So, The Nameless One retreated into the Sith compound. Inside it, Mandos were still fighting, but quickly being defeated.

Including the bodies outside the compound, The Nameless One estimated that about seventy mandalorian's had assaulted the compound. About fifteen of them remained alive, they were being picked off rapidly. The Nameless One deactivated his gold saber and exchanged it for his pistol, which had three shots remaining. A Mandolorian firing with his back turned to the Sentient Nightmare's next victim. He received to sunspear shots at point blank range and went down. Another Mando who had been near him turned, but received the Nameless One's last shot into the side of his head and went down.

The Nameless One went to a table where various weapons and ammunition were. He picked up a power pack that would suit his Sunspear and reloaded it. He didn't find cause to speak until the Warlord approached.

"Retreat, eh? Thisss One lovesss a good chassse," Szebat said as he reached the table. He then defended the group against a mounted Mandolorian and proceeded to see to the demise of any remaining mandos. The Nameless One was content to allow him to do so alone. It was not as if the Warlord needed protection and The Nameless One had cause to take pause. He shared his cause with the other two Sith telepathically.

"Warlord," The Nameless One began, "and... other guy. I now believe the relatively small force sent against us was meant as a probe. I believe we should regroup and reevaluate our defense plan. It may also be worth tasking some engineers to see if a mounted gun can be made from the remains of the tank and speeder bikes."

@Flamjetxx

 

[Ken Garfield]

ooc; based off the fact that Kalen got 'sploded. I present to you...

A sudden gasp came from Ken as he snapped back to reality, a dream so vivid, it was like in one version there was the newly dead Grand Moff playing cards against a generic shocktrooper upon a random tower out in the middle of nowhere. Then in another version, there was an insane Trandoshian who wished nothing but to eat grilled cheese and serve terribly euphoric bean burritos which caused stomach palpitations that could kill a man.

But there was this reality, knuckles gripped tightly upon the handle bars of a speeder bike, heading up on the site of a once battleground between Sith and Mandos. It was all so real! Yet here he was, alive as hell, Ken looked over at Valen and reflected the Trando's reptilian skin compared to a house plant. Holy crap, it matched, and would make a dastardly disguise. If, and when, Ken got back to the yacht, he'd have to spray paint “Jedi” in huge ass letters across the top of the ship and either throw or sell all the potted plants the ship housed.

Jesus that was an insane trip, one could not pay Kenny enough to do whatever kind of spice that was again. Seriously, whatever that was, Ken was glad it was over. Shaking his head, the Jedi had to focus, they were nearing the destination and it was time to whoop ass. In the stylish and most foolish way possible.

Slowing his own speeder down enough to survive jumping off of it, bracing an impact upon his legs using the force, the huge lizard man could no doubt feel this subtle usage of force but not of it's origin. The Warlord of the Sith was a being truly worth his mettle, but a General of the Jedi Army could easily hide small tricks like this from those rank and file Sith. Aiming for the widley open view available thanks to a tank, spotting the largely armored and scaly one, Ken smiled as the big hunk of mass was busy cleaving through a helpless Mandalorian. It was then the General would leap from his speeder, 20 meters away, setting the bike to accelerate at a higher speed straight towards the scaly one known as Szebat. The noise would probably give it away, but mere seconds were all it took for the bike to come sailing forth at the Barabel's hide.

With such Dragon-like armor, the Jedi's aim was to tame the dragon by absolutely wrecking it's shit. Digging his heels into the fast approaching ground, as his feet meet the dirt and his balance pitched backwards to deal with the sudden want to go forward face first, refusing to eat pavement through his helmet. Sliding into a distance of 15 meters, Ken rolled into a crouched position at the end of his slide, drawing both his generic fun-pistol and saber.

A gold blade sprayed out to the right side as he watched the speeder fly towards the scaly one, pistol leveled with the beast over the saber's hilt. Probably wouldn't do much anyways, since that clump of armor seemed heavy and well protected from firearms. It was definitely up to the Jedi to handle that one, hopefully Vesper would stay away from the Barabel and could handle any other opposition there might be. Or had a cluster of explosives, those seemed like a great idea. Especially after that Trandoshian trip.

@Valen Pelora @Relent @Gian Greydragon @The Nameless One

 

[Logan]

Kenny, you magnificent bastard.

Using her jetpack, Vesper had been flying behind him as they approached their destination from yacht. Her Z-4 jetpack was more than adequate enough to keep pace with Kenny’s single person speeder bike. Vesper was unsure of what the man was going to do with the bike after they arrived, a scenario of him skidding up to the massive lizard man, slapping a pair of shades on and giving him a head nod flashed through her mind. When she saw what he was actually intending on doing, though, she couldn’t help but let a smile crease her lips.

Watching as Kenny vaulted off his speeder bike and sent it careening towards Szebat, Vesper waited for a mere moment, gauging the distance with her HUD before reaching to her wrist and firing off the payload of her jetpack. Should her timing be correct, the cluster payload would strike the ground near Szebat's feet just as the bike neared his person, resulting in the detonation of the cluster bomb as well as the explosion from the speeder that would undoubtedly follow.

Deactivating her jetpack, Vesper slid along the ground before going down to one knee behind a pile of broken Mandalorian bodies she would use as cover. Her fellow mando'ad may have died in their skirmish, but they could still be of use. Taking out her A140, Vesper kept her eyes peeled for anyone serving as backup for the warlord. She was about thirty meters from the lizard, so her vantage point was pretty good.

@Toasty @Valen Pelora

 

[Valen Pelora]

Valen surveyed the horizon as the trio sped towards combat. He kept his speeder slightly behind Kenny, and their heavily armored guest. The Force was pulled in tight around him, concealing his signature. He kept a close eye on their surroundings, carefully watching for any surprises. It would be unfortunate if they were stopped before they ever reached their destination. He sensed the monstrous Sith, before he saw the creature. The hulking armored form resembled a fortress more than a man. He knew that twisted figure. Warlord Szebat. The former Sith Lord and leader of the Imperial Legion. Valen scowled, Szebat was a monster. An incredibly dangerous, deeply sadistic monster. He had never encountered the Warlord in person, but the files on Szebat were filled with horror stories. They had been gifted a rare chance, to rid the galaxy of those horrors. He had no thoughts of mercy. Szebat would not be taken alive.

Valen began to slow his speeder as Kenny shot forward, the pop sensation joining the Jedi General. He had an inkling of Kenny’s plan. By the time Kenny was flinging his speeder at the Barabel, Valen’s speeder was nearly at a complete halt. As the cluster bomb was fired, Valen was off his speeder. The Force quickly filled him as the explosive arsenal approached Szebat. He waited till the last second to reveal himself. Hopefully, the impeding painful aspect of death would distract the Warlord. He needed only a second. He wrapped the Force around the Sith and yanked forward. His goal was to pull Szebat directly into the explosions. He was counting on the element of surprise, plus the distractions of Kenny, and Vesper’s attacks to give him the upper hand. If their combined attacks succeeded, Szebat would die a fiery death. He did not let his vigilance lapse, and his Lightsaber was ignited in his hand once he had finished working the Force.

@Gian Greydragon @Relent @Toasty