The Battle of Naboo: The Emperor's Retreat (DEATH ENABLED)

[vamp]

"Did you ever suspect that you'd die in a sewage system, boy?"

Matt sneered. This Sith scum thought he could actually kill him? A small laugh escaped his lips as the Sith swung into action. As Matt's hair flew around, he noticed the Sith had ignited his lightsaber, and parried Matt's lunge. The impact sent him flying, and landed a bit farther ahead. By now, Matt had noticed the new guy.

"Having fun, you frakking baboon?" he asked, looking at the Sith, humor in his voice, but hatred in his eyes.

Matt stood up and dusted his cloak, and put the hood up. He used the Force to make a splash in the water, and some of it flew toward the Sith's eyes, which would just blur her vision temporarily.

 

[The Kyzer]

The Jedi male, or rather boy, was clearly full of vanity and pride. So much for the "Guardians of Justice and Peace", eh? Of course, that merely reinforced Adrasteia's beliefs that they all deserved to feel the bite of her blade. The young fool simply reeked of arrogance so Adrasteia couldn't deny the slight tingle of satisfaction that coursed through her as she tossed him like the child that he was. She was about to aid him in his journey with a blast of telekinetic power when the right side of her face exploded in agony. A cloud of blood burst forth from her right cheek as a projectile sliced through her flesh and ricocheted off of her cheekbone.

Now, from a certain point of view, some might consider Adrasteia lucky that her little spat with the Jedi had positioned her in such a way that the bullet only scored a glancing blow rather than incapacitating or killing her instantaneously. Others might say that it was a mixture of her bio-engineered enhancements and the will of the Force that brought about such a result. Both sides, however, would agree that the Sith should have felt both shock and relief that the damage to her face was mostly cosmetic. In fact, the only being who would argue with such a statement would have been Adrasteia herself. Anyone in the nearby vicinity who could sense the cosmic energy of the Force would notice the dramatic change in the Sith warrior and realize what doom had been unleashed. It was...inhuman.

Theme of the Beast​ ​

The tall armored woman's mind instantly began a cauldron of white-hot rage as she spun about with her shield up and ready to block a follow-up shot. She was already rushing the two shooters when one called out to her. She would have ignored the insolent pest's drivel had he not uttered the magic word: Mandalorian. Adrasteia's trajectory altered somewhat to charge the man who she now saw wore Mandalorian armor. Beskar'gam. As unstoppable force of fury bore down on the armored rebel as he brandished his beskad. Whether he shot at her or if the other did now mattered little. She'd simply catch it on her shield or her armor would deflect it well-enough. Her first attack was a powerful overhand slash aimed to slice the man from the crown of his miserable head to his lackluster groin. He would block it or die. He could try and evade, but the blade would follow. The simplest answer for him was to block.

And when he did, Adrasteia would kick him so hard in the chest that he'd fly into the nearby wall with enough force to hopefully snap his pathetic spine. This was for her people. This was what people like him deserved.

Thereafter, songs would be sung of this moment. The moment when the Demon of Char was unleashed. Though the future was always changing...always moving. Would the songs be tales of heroism against such a murderous foe? Would they be lamentations for the brave champions who failed to stop such a monster? Or would they be the scary tunes that children sang to each other at night to frighten each other?

Would these men leave Naboo as the victorious underdogs...or would they find themselves among the honored dead on some memorial erected in the coming days as a reminder of the horrors of this battle?

The future was always changing.

 

[Phoenix]

The shot ripped open the Sith’s face, but she seemed to keep coming. Well that’s surprising, he thought to himself. It was a problem he hadn’t really had before, but he wasn’t one to waste time thinking about that. The real issue was how to solve the problem. With a flick of his thumb, his rifle was set to its higher power setting. One that would launch the projectile at 3,300 ft/sec, slightly louder, but also much more powerful. It would easily punch through whatever her face was made of. Even military grade titanium plates were only built to withstand 3,419.6 J of force. His rifle would now be within three J of 4100. A face cracker, and not the kind you eat.

Before the Sith had even finished flinging the Jedi to the side, he was already onto his next move. Killing Jedi had been part of his training within Imperial intelligence: mind barriers, Teras Kasi, and techniques for killing them were all things he had been taught. Sith were more or less the same.

He reached into his belt, which held an assortment of explosive goodies - all of which were Jedi/Sith proof – after all, he wasn’t going to let a Force-pulled grenade pin end his day early. Included amongst these goodies was a special dead man grenade for himself, which could be triggered numerous ways were he in a dire position. It was an old trick drilled into his head in Imp Intel, and much as he wanted to, he could never bring himself to break the habit.

That was for another time though, right now he was reaching for something a bit cheekier. A sonic detonator. Wonderful little tools. When set to low power, they’d do nothing more than stun an enemy. All right, well, maybe that’s a bit of an understatement. With the detonation of this grenade, those caught in its blast radius would be in severe trouble with regards to functioning properly.

Symptoms would include, but not be limited to, extremely intense nausea, complete loss of balance and dizziness, temporary deafness, disorientation, and extreme pain in the ears. He felt like a Prilosec commercial as he ran through the list of side effects in the back of his head, not for a moment slowing his movements as he did. In other words the entire equilibrioception would be out of balance.

The predicament this Sith seemed to have gotten herself into was that she was fighting three opponents at once. Not necessarily the wisest move. He had pulled the grenade before she even finished with the Jedi, so she couldn’t have seen that, and by the time she saw it soar through the air and identified it, he personally would be well outside the blast radius.

Sonic detonators like this were designed to detonate on impact with anything, which meant attempting to redirect it in midair with, say a push or pull, would cause it to detonate immediately. If she noticed the grenade at all throughout its flight, which was certainly no guarantee with her focus split between three separate people, she would quickly find that there was little she would be able to do about it, as she would likely already be within the blast radius.

Corto evaluated the potential damage to his allies, which was what he enjoyed most about this plan. The Jedi would be outside the blast zone, having been cast aside by the Sith. The Sith would actually be charging into the blast zone, and changing her momentum that suddenly to escape would be extremely difficult. And the Mando – oh the Mando – he would certainly be in the blast radius as well, save he would be virtually unaffected by the adverse effects. Corto knew enough about Mando equipment (again a byproduct of his being trained by the Empire to hunt its enemies, chief among whom, at least at one point, were the Mandalorians) to know that Mando helmets were designed with sound dampeners that would almost completely compensate for the sound.

Corto, himself, was out of the blast radius, and it would be almost impossible for the grenade to detonate in any way that would include him in it. This was Sith hunting 101. Or perhaps 404 since this was actually hunting in action? With the impact of the grenade, would come the next bits of his plan. The Sith would almost certainly be caught in the blast, and suffering from a myriad of debilitating symptoms, he would make his move.

He could see his teammate move to counter her, and in her now debilitated state it would be relatively easy.

 

[Richie B.]

Norin was glad that the Sith had started to charge at him, the plan was working. There are a lot you can say about Mandalorians but one thing is clear they know how to fight and hold the line when they need to. Norin didn't allow the sonic grenade to distracted him and thankfully his armor protected him from most of it, Norin understood why the man had throw it though he only just saw him, it was clear to Norin that the man was a ally since he was still breathing. Norin stared down the Sith though his helmet was still on and hiding his anger, but he was sure the sith could sense it. Norin bended his knees a little bit and wouldn't straighten himself until the moment was right.

Pointing his left arm at the Sith, Norin let loose a small stream of fire just before she was in front of him, blocking her sight, giving Norin the chance to actually fight the Sith. She would be blinded to Norins movement for only a moment but that was all he needed moving his feet so Norin would be to the Siths saber arm, where he would angle his Beskad so he would move it over her lightsaber and push it down. Norins left hand with the TASKMASTER MK II pistol would take a shot at the Siths side near her stomach. But he didn't stop there and his movements were like water there was no stopping or waiting. Norin would drop his Beskad though it pained him to let it go he had to so he could use his right hand to grab onto the Siths hand that held the lightsaber, and used the other hand to go under Adras arm near the shoulder, where he would than trapped it holding onto it as tightly as possible.

Now Norin shoulder would be under the Sith's saber arm and it was that moment where he would go up as fast as possible and Norin wouldn't be surprise if the Siths arm become dislocated, when Norin's shoulder push up on the Sith arm. Now Norin didn't allow the Sith any rest not even waiting he would place his leg between her legs and throw her over his shoulders making her land on her back, but Norin wouldn't let go of the Siths hand. Knowing that if he did he wouldn't survive, Norin would slam his left foot down onto the siths shield and would continue to press down on it, while he would shoot two bolts directly at the Siths face. Norin would also shot two bolts one on either side of her face in case she tried moving her head out of the way. If the plan worked he would be seeing a dead body, with a unrecognizable face, and a empty gun in his hand.

All of this only taking less than a minute if everything went smoothly.

"That was for my people." Norin would say his voice full of venom and anger.

 

[BLADE]

"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy."

"It is a very mixed blessing to be brought back from the dead."

"We're going to need a bigger boat."

"There is no hunting quite like the hunting of man. Those who have tasted of it care but for little else thereafter."


The horse dreamt of horsey things. Equine things. Rich, fatty alfalfa that was not broken by nutritionally supplemented hay. It walked to and fro in its stable, testing the door with a nudge of its conical head and felt that its domain was secure. Its tail swished, flicking off the annoying midges on South Naboo. Not for it to ponder the strange little men in white coats who came and massaged it and fed and wrote strange lines on dead leaf. It was horse. And it did not know that it became food and matter. One of her army.

The scientists dreamt too. Of a thing of perfect dimension. As exquisite in its capacity to kill as it was merciless in so doing. And she was both the First and the Last. When all would return to the grave and take The Black once again, she would rise. Life and death. It amused the little men so much to believe they had become masters of it. For she understood. She hungered. And she felt... life pulsing here and there in the remains of the city. The sky-fire was no matter.

They dreamt. And then they were food, torn apart by glistening claw and talon and black matter.

Especially when something in her blood pulsed and felt it. Rage. Power. And blood spilt. These curious little creatures so focused on their own trials of prey and predator that they forgot the greatest of them all was about.

The Queen learned all that was in her domains. Including the sewers. The main culvert was an easy climb.

And then...

HISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

Come my children. Let us feast.

 

[The Kyzer]

Even through the rage, Adrasteia was not blind. Her years of Mandalorian and other military training took hold at sight of the flying object. Her mind immediately screamed GRENADE as the device sailed toward her mid-run. Luckily for her, the woman was not without some clever tricks to deal with such things. Summoning the Force as she ran, it wasn't hard for her to summon a little bubble of energy around the device, catching it mid-air. Naturally, it went off, but a sonic grenade was fairly easy to keep contained in so small of confines. Unlike other grenades, sonic detonators weren't inherently lethal and their sonic energy short lived. In a couple of seconds the grenade had gone off, its energy allowed to dissipate, and then released the now-harmless device.

The downside was that, when combined with the Mandalorian's fire-attack, Adrasteia's attack was just off enough for her foe to deflect it to his side. Even more disconcerting was the fact that he was trying to grapple with her. His right hand locked on hers as his shoulder came up to meet hers, or at least that was his intent. The fool had vastly misjudged his height in comparison to hers, so she didn't even notice his attempt to dislocate her shoulder. In fact, if anything, she was pulled downward somewhat by the Mandalorian's attack. The Sith could feel herself being lifted off of her feet and lost a lot of her mindless rage. A newer...controlled anger replaced it. The tall, and very heavy woman, was thrown heavily over the man's shoulder. His attack seemed to be a huge success. Victory was in his grasp.

His grasp.

In a fair competition between two equally-matched opponents, using one hand to hold another's hand in place was incredibly difficult already. Doing it mid-throw would be just about impossible. Now when examining the strength of the rebel sniper in comparison to an unarmored Adrasteia, he was pretty overwhelmed. When examining the strength of the rebel sniper in comparison to an Adrasteia wearing light power armor, there was no competition. As such, at the exact center of the throw's arc, Adrasteia snapped her wrist violently with all of her strength, resulting in her lightsaber's blade arcing inward then up which would send the blade through Norin's left side, into his chest, and then out through his right shoulder.

From there, Adrasteia used a telekinetic blast of the Force to propel herself away from the Mandalorian instead of landing flat on her back, and thus out of his grasp, to land deep in the running channel of water and waste. She slid through the particularly vile water with the grace of a ballerina. The Sith was ready to continue the localized battle with the insurgent scum when a series of horrid shrieks filled the tunnels.

The abominations were coming.

 

[vamp]

Spoiler: OOC NOTE

I shall be NPC-ing as the giant ZombieZilla

As the lightsaber protrouded the Mandalorian's stomach, Matt was stung with a pang of guilt, since he could've helped.

Matt scratched his head, and stared at the pandemonium currently developing. As he did so, a slight thump could be felt ringing throughout the tunnels, and was followed by vibrations. They got more intense, as did the thumps, as though something was coming. Something big.

An enormous stomp shook the tunnels harder than an earthquake. Water flew everywhere and everyone was tossed. The poor Mandalorian flew rather high, but so did the Sith, and Matt had to stifle a giggle, as the damn titan was thrown about like a ragdoll.

Matt also flew up, and his head grazed the ceiling. He used the Force to slow his fall, so that he doesn't break anything, and ran over to the Mandalorian, which was hard, since the ground kept shaking. The Sith was having difficulty as well, due to her size, it seemed.

"I'm sorry I wasn't much of a help. But you've fought bravely, and will die a hero's death. Your efforts are appreciated, and if I weren't as untrained as I am, I would've tried to fight that Sith piece of scum. But I'll make sure she dies. You will be avenged." This was said in less than 15 seconds, enough for the Sith to fall and try to get up, but nothing more than that, considering how big she was. Her dexterity seemed a bit rusty in the first place. And with that, he stood up, and went to the sniper, who was recovering from his fall. Extending a hand to help him get up, Matt gripped his lightsaber with the other. "Greetings. How may I be of service? Anything to kill a deserving Sith!" He boiled with hatred and anger towards that monster, who dared use something as legendary as the Force.

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MREAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

The massive behemoth reared its head up at the sky and unleashed a mighty roar. At long last, she had awoken. The monster did not posses much sentience, yet it seemed to be intelligent enough to regard itself as a female, simply called "Mother" for that's what she was. The mother, (a crude human term, but useful for this situation nevertheless), of The Black. She was their queen. She birthed them. And now she will aid them in slaughtering every single human here.

As she stomped through the city, Mother did not pay much attention to anything else. She would step on every being she saw, yet the already ravaged city was almost deserted. Buildings were on fire, and broken, the ragged walls, did not hurt or even faze Mother, though.

Sniff. Sniff.

There was a presence in her midst. Mother could smell the human, and a murderous rage was already growing in her very core. Turning around with hatred burning in her eyes, she saw the puny human. It could've been missed by a single glance, but her predator instincts have not failed her.

Mother advanced toward the human, roaring bloody murder.

 

[Phoenix]

Corto watched the scene unfold. The Mandalorian was impaled by the Sith, and then the Sith fell into the sewage as the sound of shrieks filled the far end of the tunnel. It was in that moment that he realized there were more than one of the Black. A lot more. Whether they had been drawn by the blood that soaked the Sith’s armor from the face wound he gave her or some other devilry, they had found them, and were undoubtedly intent on killing them.

As these disconcerting thoughts filled his head, something else came to his attention in a not so very subtle way. The ground shook as if by an indescribably powerful earthquake. He was fell to the ground, the Sith seemed to still be in the sewage – something liable to cause cholera, hepatitis A or E, cryptosporidiosis, and numerous more diseases given her open facial wound – and the Jedi seemed to be saying some sort of last words to the Mando.

As the ground began to come to a halt, he noticed three things. First, the Sith still didn’t seem to be in a position to attack them, as her heavy armor undoubtedly made it difficult to regain or maintain either balance or buoyancy after what he would now forever refer to as the “fecal-quake.” Secondly, the structure of the roof of the tunnel just in front of him seemed to be cracking from the violent shakes, and thirdly, the black minions seemed to be coming in droves – no less than two or three dozen – from the blackness in front of him.

They looked nefarious and hungry as they swarmed forward. The Jedi came over quickly and offered a helping hand while introducing himself, seemingly unaware of the monsters in pursuit. On the other hand, it was one of only two things on his mind (the other being the Sith), and in his concentration he completely neglected to introduce himself. In ordinary situations it likely would have been considered rude, but this was hardly “ordinary situations” and if he wanted to survive, moving quickly took precedence over politeness.

“Run!” he said as he removed a thermal charge that he had kept from the Emperor’s Retreat and half-slid, half-threw it down the path to the area with the cracked ceiling. He closed his eyes slightly as the detonation went off. The intention of the detonation was not to kill either the black of the Sith. The goal was to cut them off, and it did just that. The ceiling began to collapse in front of him as everything from above caved in on the sewer, blocking the walking path as well as the sewage path.

When it finally came to rest, there was a solid wall of rubble blocking the path, and no visible way through. On the other side of the wall were a couple dozen monsters and a Sith. He had no intention of sticking around to see who won that fight, although he wasn’t going to lie, he really hoped it was the monsters. Or the black that is, since they really both qualified under the previous term.

Once he was sufficiently satisfied that there was no way through the wall, he began to run in the opposite direction. It was only at this point that he finally said his name. “I’m Corto, nice to meet you, I guess, although it would have been better under other circumstances.”

He made his way up the same exit through which he had entered the sewers, setting a thermal mine in a discreet place just outside the entrance into the crawlspace. Invisible to those that weren’t expecting it, it would cause complete annihilation to anything following them out.

It was only upon leaving the crawlspace that he discovered what was causing the earthquake, and nothing could really begin describe his shock.

 

[BLADE]

"Due to my strong personal convictions I wish to stress that this RP in no way endorses a belief in space zombie xenomorph spore thingies."
- ???

"About feckin' time you woke up, old man."

Pain. A thousand voices crying out in...

Did he have a bloody hangover?

Hangover or not, his headache was not helped by the smell of stale gunmetal and idling hypermatter fuel.

"Are we on a ship?"

"Well-spotted. About to take off as a matter of fact." Rhynde's sarcasm was pro-forma enough and the tension in her shoulders evident enough that Balthazar did not even feel the need to spar. Besides, she was sitting at the pilot's cockpit, running over a great deal of information that in his addled state looked much like gibberish.

Best not to push it old boy.

But push it he'd have to. Because he sensed... It. For lack of a better word. And a Jedi. He'd always respected Jedi, even if he'd never had much use for them as a Knight of the Old Empire.

He pushed off the deck, feeling about for his lightsaber hilt.

Rhynde swiveled to face him. Her face was set in a frown so hard that she really did look like her mother for a moment.

"Mum will have your head, you know. If she's still alive."

"She's alive."

"Your bloody optimism kindles my cockles."

She slumped over, and he realized she must have carried him the entire way. By the--

"I'll make a run around. I think I know where you're going anyhow. Ground telemetry indicates something... well big. No promises past then, but I'll try to pick you and... I'm assuming you have friends there?"

He nodded silently.

"Mum sure knows how to pick 'em," she muttered.

"Alright strap in. We're only doing this once."

 

[The Kyzer]

Well, put simply, Adrasteia had vastly underestimated the depth of the sewage canal. Instead of a landing in few feet of water, the Sith found herself sinking into a five-meter deep man-made river with a very nasty undercurrent. Wearing 30 kilograms of armor, even unpowered, on dry land would have been a walk in the park for her. Wearing 30 kilograms of armor, even powered, underwater in a rip-current was decidedly not, especially if one considered just how dense Adrasteia's body was already. As such, the woman was swept along a few meters beneath the surface while banging against the bottom with every body part except the bottoms of her feet. Seconds ticked into minutes as her lungs began to burn from the lack of refreshing oxygen.

No.

She would not die here. Not drowning in filth. There had to be something she could do. Wait. These damnable Stormtrooper Centurion armors came with a wealth of handy tools attached to them. Now she just had to find the right one. Precious seconds were burned as the Sith tried to desperately find something to help her in dark murky water. Her chances were slim. Suddenly, nearly 150 meters from where the woman had entered the canal, a tiny device attached to a thin metal cable shot out of the water like a dart and firmly attached to the ceiling. A few seconds later, a gauntlet, once white but now stained with filth, emerged from the watery trench firmly grasping the cable. Adrasteia dragged herself from her watery tomb of sewage and swung to the ledge. The abominations could still be heard, but they couldn't be seen this far away. However, she knew they would be coming for her.

For the first time, Adrasteia ran because of fear. She ran as fast as her legs and the Force would carry her. The proud warrior stopped only when she found an access ladder to the surface. As she began her ascent, the former-Mandalorian noticed that the screams of the aberrations had grown in volume...and number. The light of day poured through the open manhole as she pushed it aside. Looking down one last time before she resealed the opening, she could see throngs of the beasts fighting for the right to climb the ladder first.

So Adrasteia primed one of her thermal detonators and dropped it in before closing the manhole; sealing it shut with her armor's tiny fusion cutter.

 

[blstrgmr]

The dust had almost settled, but the place was a complete nightmare. It seemed that the sniper was the only Rebel topside, focusing on making sure all the civilians got out alright. It didn't matter what side it was, they were obligated to help the innocent bystanders whose homes had just been torn apart by this war.

Prospero's appearance was dusty, cut up, and very ragged. So was the family that he was helping to move. It was probable that they were the last citizens of Char to be ushered out. Many of them had already fled, but many were killed or were caught in the impact of the Destroyer. The sniper did his best to find them and keep them all out of sight from the monstrosities. Skulking around with the family in tow, Prospero sighted a figure 50 meters out, emerging from a manhole. "Hold." He quietly ordered the group of civilians and dropped into a kneeling stance, raising his rifle and looking through the sight, placing the crosshair on the emerging figure. His first guess was that they were Imperium, but their uniform wasn't standard. They definitely weren't Rebel. Focusing in, it seemed to be a woman.

With a slight gesture to the family, they crossed behind him into another alleyway, filled with debris. Their destination was just outside the city limits. Until they were across, Prospero kept his rifle leveled at the woman and only stood up when the family was clear. Even in this sidestep, he kept the gun ready to fire at her center of mass. "Just walk away lady...just walk away." He really didn't want to engage anybody else. His job was to save lives, be it through killing or saving. Currently, he was saving more lives by helping this family out. At least that was what he hoped as he crossed the street and tried to join up with his party.

 

[TweedPawn]

There wasn't much MOTHER wanted out of life. Food was a very good start. These days she had plenty of it. She wasn't too picky about it. But she always wanted more. The second thing she wished to acquire was a steady stream of offspring, which meant that she was quite lonely, yet not lonely enough.

For the third thing she coveted was being transgressed. She wanted space. She was a kilometer long monster who preferred to carry her adorable children on her back. She needed space to hunt, breed, and it had to be quiet. And now she saw the skies ripped open by annoying mechanical insects.

MOTHER roared a high pitched scream, clearly telling these invaders they were infringing on her personal space. A small insect fired defensive stings at her, only to be ripped apart by her talons. She had young amongst her. They had to be protected. This hellish planet was under attack by invasions that would destroy her or her space.

She rose up on her hind quarters, her impressive girth showing off her scales, inky black stinger, and great strength. Her weight pounded back onto the ground, causing a quake.

It was time to show this place who was really in charge.

 

[Richie B.]

(OOC: Tell me if anyone is confuse about anything or if they think I should change anything)

Norin was in shock when he felt the lightsaber go through him but than didn't feel anything. Just emptiness, though he was sure he saved the young jedi but only wished he could have killed the sith while he could. His eye's closed and when he sure he would be reunited with the clan the pain came, it felt like his entire body was on fire, but he couldn't scream or yell. His wasn't even aware of what was happening around him or what was happening to his own body for that matter. But in fact his Mandalorian armor had protected him from being eaten so the black infested his nearly perfect body, if you don't count the large burnt slash through his body. The black began to fix that sealing it up with the black substance, it went into his blood, his heart, and his brain, restarting all of his bodies system's, and eventually Norin was once again in the land of the living, but that would have been the truth if this was a fantasy, in reality Norin become like his other infected brother and sisters. Mindless servants of the Mother, having no true control except to protect the mother and her children, his mind, his experience and knowledge belonged to the mother now.

Norin slowly raised, though his armor covered his body, if it was removed his eye's were now pure black, his skin pasty white, like the dead, and light veins could be seen that were black. Norin's identity was gone but his memories remained, the beast that controlled Norin's body had everything that made Norin, Norin but it had and added desire to kill and infect thanks to the mothers control. Norin's body was surrounded by many of the other infected victims, but he would easily be the new Alpha, releasing a loud scream that sent most of the other infected back a step as if they could feel fear. Norin's hand raised and several of the infect that stood in front of him were sent flying away, the dark side strong in the reanimated corpse with death being its purpose, it would seem fitting that the dark side take a hold on it.

The others that were infected followed Norin as if he was a prophet, yet his message was just death. Norin heard the scream of the Great mother and began the long march towards the surface ready to kill all that threaten the mother. With Norin's Beskad in its right hand and the combat knife Norin use to keep in his boot in its left hand. The creature had Norin's skills, a body that can't die, and the force, it was the perfect killing machine. Once on the surface, Norin and the horde saw the Sith, and the sniper Tyler and the Sith that killed Norin. The memory of her killing Norin sparked the thing controlling Norin's body to become angry and it screamed signaling to the horde to go and kill the par, and the creature in Norin's body lead the charge.

 

[The Kyzer]

Disgusting. Absolutely disgusting. Adrasteia debated for a moment removing the armor but battle logic prevented such an action. The her protection on the battlefield was far more demanding than her own sensibilities, after all. War had a way of prioritizing things in a hurry. The local star, which was also called Naboo, continued to shine undimmed even as massive storm clouds slowly crept on the horizon. The Sith warrior looked about to ascertain her location and felt her blood run cold. A horde of the vile black monsters spilled out onto the street a couple of blocks away after emerging from a subway terminal. Almost immediately, the beasts turned to look at her. One wearing Mandalorian armor eerily similar to the...to the...

It was the Mandalorian she had killed in the sewers. No. No, that wasn't possible. That just wasn't possible, and yet there he was. The damnable fool still held the beskad he'd tried to kill her with, and now he had a small army behind him. Adra looked about to hopefully find something to aid her with this new threat, and all she found was some other damned fool drawing a bead on her with another kriffing rifle with...were those kriffing civilians?! The Sith growled. While she was a murderer, there were certain standards that she had to abide by. One of those was honoring the difference between combatants and noncombatants in a war-zone.

Civilians.

Rebels?

Doubtful. The man would have fired at me if they were.

Then aid must be rendered, ad'ika. Get to it.

Yes, buir.

As always, her deceased adoptive father was right. She had to uphold honor. She had to help those who could not help themselves. It was law, and Adrasteia upheld the law.

"Quit hiding and get out of here!" she yelled at the civilians and their defender as she turned to face the oncoming horde, "They know you're there! Run! Run!"

The beasts approached, and Adrasteia acknowledged the possibility of meeting her end this day. If that were true, then she would have it be such an end that was worthy of remembrance. She grabbed one of her quarter-pound charges and keyed its detonator to her comlink before turning and running. She knew the oily black monsters were after her. They always seemed to be. Maybe her presence within the Force attracted them? Either way, Adrasteia would make it work for her for once.

The Sith ran directly down the main avenue before cutting down a side alley toward where Palpatine's Retreat used to be. Here she would be able to use the environment to her advantage. Here she would make these beasts pay dearly for her life. The Sith dropped one of her packages just inside of the 2-meter-wide alley and quickly deployed some of her special tape along the walls as she ran.

"Come and get me, beasts."

 

[blstrgmr]

Prospero shifted his sight over to the approaching mass of black figures. The one at the headed of them seemed to be rather...humanoid. Well, if ever there was a sort of captain of these beasts, that might as well be them. Placing the mildot on the center of mass, he squeezed the trigger and sent off a large slug soaring through the air with the intent of dropping the humanoid.

Re-chambering a round with a bolt, he shouted to the family after Adrasteia had made her shouty comment. "You heard the lady, get moving, you're almost there. Get a klick out and pop this!" The sniper tossed them a grenade, keyed to release a thick and neon burst of blue smoke. Hopefully, somebody would be able to pick them up. If not, it wouldn't matter whether he was with them or not. All that mattered now was making noise and getting these monsters away from them. Safety on the rifle, and rather confident that the father of the family could operate it given his previously spoken of hunting experience, he forced it into his hands and drew the assault blaster rifle from his back.

Throwing himself up a pile of debris and onto the more-or-less elevated rooftops of the ruined area, Prospero would chase after Adrasteia just after she began fleeing. "I'm on your 8-o-clock high, keep moving!" The sniper would shout after seeing her use explosive charges to set a trap. She didn't appear armed, and she'd need the extra hands if they caught up. Either way, it was imperative they hit those traps at full capacity. Prospero, when footing allowed him, would turn around and fire a burst of blasterfire into the pursuing crowd of beasts, just to feed their bloodlust. At least his elevated path would help him keep an eye on her, plus the following situation as he followed as best he could. Not only this, but Prospero's mental map of the city was quite good, given his job in the battle and his time being on the outside while the others struggled in the dark. "Shift sixty degrees, move right! Bottleneck!" He called down, advising her to take that path. It would help to slow down the creatures and get them in a more vulnerable situation.

 

[Richie B.]

The creature did nothing as the slug went into him, breaking the armor and when it started to break through the dead body, the black became solid almost instantly and caught the slug within it, slowly the black inky substance pushed out the bullet, and began to fill in the cracks and danger of the armor and the body with the inky substance. The creature didn't feel the pain but it did feel the slug go through its skin, the creature made some noises from its throat, and some how the other infected creatures understood it, 10 of the skinny and faster moving creatures stepped forward as if robots being given a order, the creature pointed the Beskad to the sniper.

The skinny black creatures obeyed the unspoken command and began to chase after the sniper, ready to rip him to shreds, or to add him to the growing horde. The rest followed the creature as it began to chase after the sith, and once it was in front of the alley the Sith was in, did the two began to truly understand that the Mandalorian was still in it some how and in some form. The training the experience that Norin had told the creature to expect a trap and it found it by the form of charges on the floor, though the creature didn't know what it was, the memories that was within it told it that it needed to destroy it before charging.

Holding both the combat knife and the Beskad in its right hand, the creature grabbed Norin's brother's pistol and sent out every last shot it had on the charge hitting it and making it explode, which should also set off the charges lined up on the walls. Though the creature was running on muscle memory when it did it, Norin's training was now going to cost others dearly if the creature wasn't killed soon. After the explosion the creature put back the pistol into the holster, and once again held the knife in its left hand and in the right hand, using the darkside to move slightly the debris that was created when the explosion went off. The creature made a noise in its throat to signal a few of the more thicker and stronger infected to move forward while a few went around to cut off the siths exit.

The creature walked forward as it's black tongue licked its lips though the sith couldn't see it, the sith would be able to sense anger and pain, from the creature in all the those that are infected. The creature was in front while the more thicker infected were behind it, the creature raised the Beskad so it was pointing at the Sith as if to challenge the Sith.

The other skinny infected sent by the creature previously would be upon the sniper soon, though the creature wouldn't notice if the sniper had killed the infected that was sent at him already. The creature would stand there, waiting for the Sith to come at him, the other creatures almost at the other end of the alley to close off the exit and when the other infected were to the back of the Sith. Than the creature would signal both the other infected behind the Sith and the thicker infected behind the creature to charge and kill the Sith.

 

[Phoenix]

The creature was, well, he didn’t even know how tall. Several hundred meters at least. It was stomping through the city and destroying everything in its path. How were they going to kill that thing? It was frickin massive.

His gaze was somehow torn away from the massive… thing in front of him and to the street below. The street seemed to be moving with those creatures he had seen below ground, and he could see the situation up here had deteriorated even further than when he’d been up here earlier. He flipped the scope back up on his rifle and scanned the street. You have GOT to be kidding me, he thought to himself, as he saw about three hundred meters away that the, now sewage covered, Sith he had just been fighting in the sewer was working with a Rebel sniper.

That’s a lesser issue right now, he thought to himself. If she’s not bothering me, I’m not going to get involved. Besides, I think we all just realized that there’s a much more problematic enemy in this city. The sudden realization that there was a massive monster rampaging throughout the city left them all somehow fighting together against this new enemy.

As his mind raced for an idea of how to help, his thoughts ultimately fell to the Star Destroyers that had been downed in the city. He could tell that the Star Destroyers had been the Banehound-class, which meant hypermatter reactors. Destabilizing a hypermatter reactor would cause a very very large boom, and unlike old-fashioned nuclear weapons, they didn’t usually cause the left over radioactive particles.

Of course fighting their way over to, and inside of, the downed SDs was going to be the real trick. He turned to the young Jedi next to him. “I’m going to try to get to that downed Star Destroyer. If we can detonate its reactor, we might have a chance to kill whatever that thing is. I can’t guarantee that I’ll come back from this. If you want to part ways, now is probably the time,” he said, slinging his Verpine rifle over his shoulder and yet again unslinging his A560, a much better choice for killing the confounded Black.

 

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"Well this is utter bollocks then innit?"

The gunship, a boxy and rather fearsome looking thing rendered much less rugged near several million tonnes of eldritch abomination banked under what seemed to be a cloud of elongated talons. Balthazar Gallo briefly thanked the Force for having so provided an earlier excuse to empty his stomach; he couldn't fault Rhynde's evasive manoeuvres but the --she loop-de-looped over a flying pteroidal thing, before tipping their craft's nose down and briefly stalling (ground! ground! ground! She pulled up) barely avoiding a stream of what seemed to be irradiated fire streaming from the mouths of one of the Big Creature's attendants (itself only a hundred metres tall.)

"Get closer," he gritted his teeth and thumbed the activator on his lightsaber, briefly running his gauntlets over his armor which was more or less intact despite their sojourn through the sewers.

"Closer?" She grinned.

"You're insane."

She complied and dove down (fairly certain the wench did that on purpose, he was.) The Force was a handy batman in such matters and he kept his feet... barely.

"Sensors picking up actual heat signatures. Not sure if that's good or bad."

"No... I can sense them too," he frowned.

"So no cannonade and slap and tickle with --UURGH HOLD ON--" a runty-looking wasp-thing made of that same bitumen-flesh had attached itself to one of the gunships wings and Rhynde (true to form) simply listed down and left towards one of the old butchers buildings (this was the Old Quarter wasn't it?)

Balthazar grimaced.

"Warn me next time?" A dull squeal and a thin residue of tar-like viscera running down the cockpit visor told him her maneuver had worked.

"Old Theed construction. Not worth shite," she patted the sides of her craft affectionately, "Not like this old girl."

"Cleared an LZ yet?"

"Was sorta hoping you had something in your bag of tricks for that."

"I had rather planned on dealing with our guest..." he pointed to the quasi-mountain of flesh in front of them, who seemed to be busy as of the moment expressing her newfound (but sincere) hatred of what remained of Char's old water pipes."

"Oh you mean that cartoon plan? The one with the cat wanker and that cheeky mouse?1"

"Something like that."

"And the other half? The one where it really gets insane?"

"We need allies."

"Sure, if we're redefining basic words in basic, I think 'ally' about covers what it bleedin' is."

"We'll be fine. Of course before we can do that..."

"You fancy a spot of bint rescuing?"

"Something not quite like that, no."

Rhynde rolled her eyes and pulled hard on the clutch, "Fine. I'll round around where the thermal scans are coming from. Two clicks north. Drop door will be open for a second old man, so I hope you're ready to jump."

"And the rest?"

"Bloody hell I'm annoyed I haven't taken out life insurance. Yes, yes, I'll be there. With your secret weapon planned."

Balthazar smirked and donned his helmet, drawing the whirling eddies of the Force around him.

A moment later he jumped down, down, down, several hundred meters down landing with quite an impact amidst a horde of black things. So impactful that her jaw rattled, even from her own vantage point and she was fairly certain he'd given her yet another headache for yet another reason.

Oh Mum you and your taste in men

No matter. His saber was out and elongated to its maximal configuration. Four meters of superheated plasma pinioned the mob of undead and Rhynde could just picture the smirk pasted on the Pendragon's face just under his Imperial Knights helmet.

She shook her head and turned her attention to leading Old Six-Hundred Story So-And-So on a chase. The gunship's consoles indicated exactly where their expected guest --Balthazar's "pet" for lack of a better word for it-- was. Only a few kilometres away and closing.

"Cheers!" Speak of the bearded devil and there he declaims. He had cut a path through the mob and was now making his way to where said mob had been trying to corner some survivors.

Rhynde was able to spare them a raking cannonade of blasterfire including to a rather handsy multi-limbed thing that had briefly pinned the aging Knight.

She didn't quite get thanks.

"Say hi to Harry for me!"

If the human eyeball was not so firmly attached, Rhynde was fairly certain she would have lost one in the eyeroll that followed. No matter. She climbed up, hitting the giantess with a few missiles in the hopes of drawing tendrils and things away.

She did spare a kind word though for her comrade as some of the she-beasts' attendants tried to clip her ship's wings (quite unsuccessfully; who would have thought things that lived in the dark would have such wretched aim?).

"Git."

1 The Adventures of Ron and Perry; lately canceled by Theed authorities for promoting "senseless violence" and "the message that rodent and cat cannot co-exist." Rhynde's commentary: *Lewd up and down motion with one hand splayed out*

 

[vamp]

"I’m going to try to get to that downed Star Destroyer. If we can detonate its reactor, we might have a chance to kill whatever that thing is. I can’t guarantee that I’ll come back from this. If you want to part ways, now is probably the time."

Matt blinked. Detonating a Star Destroyer's reactor could well perhaps be the most dangerous misadventure he'd embarked on. It's gonna be bloody amazing.

"I'll come with you, although we need to plan this out somewhere before we charge head on into the SD. I suggest we barricade ourselves in a building for maybe half an hour, devise a strategy, then-"

RUUUM

"Yup, definitely killing it." The impact of the monster's footsteps sent Matt stumbling, and he caught himself, then looked toward the Sith, whom had gotten herself in trouble.

"So like I was saying, after we have a solid plan, we can charge in there and put it into action."

Maybe we could capture the Sith while we're at it.

Matt then noticed the Mandalorian, now a beast like the others. He seemed to be the leader of that small group, but Matt decided not to engage him for now, unless in case of an emergency, lest he still has some sentience left.

 

[Richie B.]

The beast realize it wouldn't win this fight but signaled the other of the beast to attack the Sith, while the beast broke a wall to the left of it, and went into the building, screaming the beast was in pain as it began to grow stronger the darkside giving it a connection to the rest of its kind, once that had pass the best began to call all of the black to it's location. Several of the black began to break the floor under the Sith, in a little while the Sith would fall and be surrounded by a army of the infected with little chances to survive. The beast realized that the battle would be to much for it, though it was the alpha, it's main thought was to expand and grow more powerful.

The infected charged at the Sith, the large ones attacked one in front of the other, the first infected has it's fist raised ready to flatten the sith, while the others around the Sith would began to strike at the Sith's back and legs. The beast didn't care for its other infected it knew their were more, and once the floor under the Siths was destroyed it wouldn't matter the sith would be dead. The beast than took off the helmet his white skin and black eyes being allowed to feel the air.

It than throw up what organic parts of the body that was fighting back, once it did the beast knew the battle would end one way or another, and it began to think of a way to save itself. The beast walked onto the street, it had put back the helmet though it wouldn't hide the fact that the body shouldn't be moving, but the beast began to walk away from the destroyed city searching a way off world.

"I-I... wil-l-l-l sur..vi..ve."Speech was still hard for the beast but it was beginning to learn as it connected to all the knowledge the black has collected from all the infected, their minds were all connected in some level, and the beast thanks to the force could use it to collect more information.

Several of the infected began to follow the beast but it always sent them back, the beast needed fresh kills, not the abominations of the other infected, the total surrounded the Sith grow into a force of 115 though not all of the infected attacked the Sith at once. The beast left the city and found a small family they were the first the beast infected, now it waited for a shuttle to use and get off world to begin making a new branch of the black a better and stronger one, where the infected had some intelligence and weren't abominations like the ones of Naboo, but rather the next stage of evolution.