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Fondor

Mavanger replied to Lord Ar-Pharazon's topic in The Galaxy

Kuat

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

Kahla Zendrin vs Kenna Banebridge First, I want to congratulate both of you. This was an excellent duel, with both party's creativity and writing prowess on full display. I fully believe, for the most part, that these are two low-level fighters who just had the misfortune of running into each other on a larger battlefield. Both characters are played excellently, Kahla finally accepting what it means to be a Sith, and Banebridge very much accomplishing what was set out for her in coming off like a rookie, without making her seem incompetent. I know I often talk about how it's hard for me to read very fluffy posts like these, but this duel made it more than worth it. First we'll touch on the only error either of you made (Very well done on both of you, by the way.) In Kahla's final post, the use of mass telekinesis. This is generally a power reserved for master level sorcerers and consulars, and while others can use it, Kahla has no specific training in telekinesis that would make it a viable piece of her kit. Next, the meat of the duel. The attacks and how they are handled. You both did an excellent job of writing believable attacks and treating them like such. Between the hail of fire from Banebridge and the strikes from Kahla as she closed the distance, this is a great example of how to respect your opponent if you out range them, and if they out range you. There was no 'I run backwards and stay out of range', no 'In a single leap I close the distance' type moves, and you both got the opportunity to work with your toolkits to their strengths (And weaknesses). I want to make particular note of the fragmentation grenade and how it was used as a sacrificial leap by Kahla- she took a decent amount of shrapnel, and as a return she got to use that as fuel for her power and it gave her the ability to propel herself forward with the momentum to close the gap. I also want to touch on Banebridge and her reliance on training to get the job done- A more experience soldier would likely be able to come up with a solution to defeat a Sith on the fly, but she's not that. Instead, she buckles down and makes a gamble on her training, specifically, her training against force users such as the Sith. The last post from Kahla is where the duel is decided. The stun blasts are a difficult attack to respectfully acknowledge, and while it's great that Kahla didn't just deflect all of the blasts, she lost one of the most essential pieces of her toolkit as a warrior, her lightsaber. In doing so, she's forced to perform unorthodox attacks. It's handled well, but ultimately the time it takes for her to recover from a stun blast coupled with the loss of her lightsaber puts her at an extreme disadvantage. In conclusion, Kenna Banebridge is victorious over Kahla Zendrin The next post goes to Banebridge, and I urge you to work together on the conclusion, whatever it may be.

Space

Mavanger replied to Ary the Grey's topic in The Galaxy

Kadi nodded as he spoke, though she was concerned in his interest of Vapaad. It was a dangerous form, and more than just a physical mantra. Beyond the use of the blade, it was a mindset, one that if not mastered would easily send him into the endless abyss of the Dark Side. She kept her concerns to herself for now- this wasn't a question to criticize him, merely to gauge his abilities. He seemed capable for a padawan, though mistrusting. She briefly wondered what had caused that mentality in him. That was a question for another day, however. Other than that, it sounded like he'd made good progress, but he still would require proper training. Knowing how to use the force in certain manners was one thing, knowing when and for what purpose was another. There was also the concerns of his attitude- mistrusting, half truths and the like were dangerous for a Jedi. "Then it's settled, I suppose. I will finish your training, and take you on a few missions on behalf of the Jedi council. Afterwards, I can better assess your abilities, where you can improve, and if you're prepared to become a Jedi Knight." She stood, glancing back at the entry to the ship she'd arrived on. He could probably bring his own with them, but she wanted to have a chance to discuss his training with him. Alas, it was not to be. As she opened her mouth to speak, her communicator chirped with an incoming call. "One moment please, Jackson." A voice crackled across the room as she answered the call, fuzzy from poor connection. "Kadi, how's your mission?" It was her old master, calling to check up on her. "Going well. I've found Jackson, and he's agreed to return to the Jedi for further training." "Fantastic!" The voice exclaimed, before trailing off. "There's a system near your last transmitted coordinates, I'm sending it to you now- its star is preparing to go supernova, and the citizens need all the help they can get evacuating. We'd send transports, but there are magnetic anomalies that wreak havoc on larger vessels. Your new task is to take Padawan Jackson with you to help these people evacuate. I'm afraid I can't spend much time catching up- there's something big going on here. I'll tell you more when I know what." There was a small series of beeps, and the call was ended. She looked at Jackson, giving him a shrug. "The work of a Jedi is never finished. I'll transmit the coordinates to you, and we can meet back up in orbit before we begin evacuating." "

Kuat

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

Assigned PC: Kahla Zendrin Task Force Experience: Green (1XP) Harrower-class Dreadnaught Phantom's Spear 9/25 Mobile Disruption Escort: The Net of Hate Assigned PC: Kahla Zendrin Task Force Experience: Green (1XP) Crusader Class Corvette 2/2 Crusader Class Corvette 2/2 Crusader Class Corvette 2/2 Raider II 2/2 Raider II 0/0 Raider II 0/0 Vigil Class Corvette 2/2 Vigil Class Corvette 2/2 Vigil Class Corvette 2/2 Vigil Class Corvette 2/2 Vigil Class Corvette 2/2 Vigil Class Corvette 2/2 Precision Strike Carrier Group: Wings of Glory Assigned PC: Kahla Zendrin Task Force Experience: Green (1XP) Gladiator Star Destroyer Devout Cardinal 9/9 Terminus Class Frigate: Trident of Raxus 0/2 Terminus Class Frigate: Galvanized Spirit 0/0 Terminus Class Frigate: Crimson Crescent 0/0 ~~~~~~~~~~~ Artillery Battery: Incendiary (Vulcan) Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Onager-Class Artillery Cruiser, God of Cinder |10/20| Imperial II-Class Frigate, Gremlin |0/0| Engineering Support Cluster: Bucket Brigade (Chariot) Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Providence-Class Carrier, Blood Merchant |9/9| Interceptor-Class Frigate, Maiden |3/3| Interceptor-Class Frigate, Iron Moth |3/3| Interceptor-Class Frigate, Little Wasp |3/3| Raider-Class Corvette, Left Hand |2/1| Raider-Class Corvette, Right Hand |2/1| Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil (Colossus) Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Colossus |27/25| Golan I Space Defense Platform |25/25| (GSDP) ~~~~~~~~~~~ Destroyer Group [Missile]: Sith Resurgent Assigned PC: Mordecai Valar Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Harrower-class Dreadnought Krayt's Fury 16/25 Advanced Warfighter Cadre: Through Power, Victory Assigned PC: Mordecai Valar Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Interdictor-class Cruiser Korriban’s Retort 9/9 Terminus-class Destroyer Kressh’s Lance 3/3 Gage-class Transport Juggernaut-1 2/1 Gage-class Transport Juggernaut-2 2/1 Gage-class Transport Juggernaut-3 2/1 Gage-class Transport Juggernaut-4 2/1 Shadow Warfare Pod: Shadow of Dread Assigned PC: Mordecai Valar Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Interdictor Cruiser Sadow's Wrath 9/9

Fondor

Mavanger replied to Lord Ar-Pharazon's topic in The Galaxy

Kuat

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

Destroyer Group [Missile]: Sith Resurgent Assigned PC: Mordecai Valar Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Harrower-class Dreadnought Krayt's Fury 19/25 Advanced Warfighter Cadre: Through Power, Victory Assigned PC: Mordecai Valar Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Interdictor-class Cruiser Korriban’s Retort 9/9 Terminus-class Destroyer Kressh’s Lance 3/3 Gage-class Transport Juggernaut-1 2/1 Gage-class Transport Juggernaut-2 2/1 Gage-class Transport Juggernaut-3 2/1 Gage-class Transport Juggernaut-4 2/1 Shadow Warfare Pod: Shadow of Dread Assigned PC: Mordecai Valar Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Interdictor Cruiser Sadow's Wrath 9/9 FLEET COMMANDER EXODUS Artillery Battery: Incendiary (Vulcan) Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Onager-Class Artillery Cruiser, God of Cinder |10/20| Imperial II-Class Frigate, Gremlin |0/0| Engineering Support Cluster: Bucket Brigade (Chariot) Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Providence-Class Carrier, Blood Merchant |9/9| Interceptor-Class Frigate, Maiden |3/3| Interceptor-Class Frigate, Iron Moth |3/3| Interceptor-Class Frigate, Little Wasp |3/3| Raider-Class Corvette, Left Hand |2/1| Raider-Class Corvette, Right Hand |2/1| Heavy Brawler Escort: Hammer and Anvil (Colossus) Commander: Exodus, Inquisitor Barca Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Gladiator-Class Star Destroyer, Colossus |35/25| Golan I Space Defense Platform |25/25| (GSDP) Destroyer Group [Rail guns]: Phantom's Spear Assigned PC: Kahla Zendrin Task Force Experience: Green (1XP) Harrower-class Dreadnaught Phantom's Spear 19/25 Mobile Disruption Escort: The Net of Hate Assigned PC: Kahla Zendrin Task Force Experience: Green (1XP) Crusader Class Corvette 2/2 Crusader Class Corvette 2/2 Crusader Class Corvette 2/2 Raider II 2/2 Raider II 2/2 Raider II 0/0 Vigil Class Corvette 2/2 Vigil Class Corvette 2/2 Vigil Class Corvette 2/2 Vigil Class Corvette 2/2 Vigil Class Corvette 2/2 Vigil Class Corvette 2/2 Precision Strike Carrier Group: Wings of Glory Assigned PC: Kahla Zendrin Task Force Experience: Green (1XP) Gladiator Star Destroyer Devout Cardinal 9/9 Terminus Class Frigate: Trident of Raxus 3/3 Terminus Class Frigate: Galvanized Spirit 3/3 Terminus Class Frigate: Crimson Crescent 0/2

Kuat

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

The dropship shuddered as it neared the hangar. The Krayt's Fury was in the midst of an engagement with the Rebel fleet, and it showed. Fighters and bombers streamed through the stacked hangars of the Harrower, and as Mordecai maneuvered his shuttle to the lower hangar, he could see troops streaming past his Honor Guard into their own shuttles and starfighters. He wasn't an expert pilot, far from it, but he'd landed on Korriban at the beginning of this journey. It was fitting that he landed his shuttle now, as an end to Lord Xahl's. As the shuttle's landing gears locked into place and the rear of the shuttle split open to reveal its contents, he stood. Moving from the pilot's seat, he carefully lifted Xahl once more. His brother, the first true family he'd had since he defected. His steps bore a weight beyond that of his physical body, sounding off through the hangar with the intensity of his grief. Sergeant Yolan, the man in charge of his guards, shouted a command, and they moved from a rest to attention, before giving a crisp line of salutes. He walked forward, flanked by the elite fighters of his powerbase, his presence carrying a looming darkness with him that all could feel. He wish he could tell Xahl that he'd had his vengeance in the end, but he hadn't. Not yet. Not until the Rebels and their Imperial allies had been wiped off the face of the Galaxy. He's kill Hunan for this. Then Cassandra and Ismael, and then the damnable leader of their order, Kyrie. None would survive his wrath. none would dare stand against him now- if they did, he would kill them himself. The time for mercy was over. His crusade renewed, he vowed vengeance of his own. This wouldn't stop until he had the False Empress Raven's head at his feet, severed by his saber. Captain Maran was yet to appear- he was still needed to command the fleet. Grief wasn't a luxury that the Captain could afford right now. He would break the news to the rest of his commanders in time- for now, he suffered alone, his soul isolated from anything that could possibly save him. There was little goodness left in his heart. His stoic facade was crumbling, and his control of his emotions, prized within as the iron chain he used to control the Force, was rusting. With each step, his hatred grew. Everywhere he turned, the Excorcists would stand in his way. They stopped his ascension at Borleais and scarred him permanently. In the last battle of Kuat, they stood against him once more, Cassandra taunting him with her escape. And now, again, one of their knights slipped through his grasp after slaying Lord Xahl. He vowed revenge against them all.

Kuat

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai had won. Or so he thought. The Lasat fell to his kick, his knee shattered, but before Mordecai could sate his bloodlust his attention was drawn to an ear-piercing cacophony above him. He glanced up just in time to see the slagged remains of a turret rocketing towards him. He sneered, darting back and out of the way as the hulk of metal tore through the durasteel floor and into the hangar below. Snarling, he glanced up at the knight who nearly killed him, charging the wounded fighter. His chance was over, though. The turret aboard the dropship swiveled to face him, firing his direction. The explosion beneath him sent him tumbling towards where he'd made his entrance, and as he stood, he saw the rebel troopers rallied, pouring from the safety of their dropship with a hail of blaster fire. This, combined with the newest set of burns from his most recently survived explosions, meant that he couldn't finish the Inquisitor. He roared with frustration as a second volley forced him into cover, the hangar shaking with the explosions. The victory had been his, he's defeated the Knight, he'd been ready to claim the fool's head. And now, it was stolen from him. Rage filled his soul even as Sith reinforcements arrived to battle the Rebels. It didn't matter- by now, Hunan would have retreated with the help of his forces. Even he couldn't fight through those forces fast enough. Instead, he glanced back at Xahl's corpse. It wasn't smoking anymore, but the awkward angle at which the body lay told him everything he needed to know- Xahl was dead. He limped to the man's corpse, picking up his lightsaber and placing it in the dead Sith's hand. He lifted Xahl's body in his arms, grief coming over him. Xahl had been more a mentor to him than any other Sith, and after his ascension to Lord, had been like a brother to him. His own family had cast him out, and yet, amongst the Sith, he had found a true family. Lord Valinor, Lord Xahl, Captain Maran. Even Kahla, his apprentice, had earned his respect. And now, he'd lost one of those bonds. Before, his snarls and battlecries had been out of rage and anger. But now, as he held his fallen brother, he let out a wail of grief and loss. Tears fell, the first time he'd genuinely wept since his induction unto the Sith. When he'd left his family, his heart was hardened. When he'd killed his former allies and friends on his arrival to Korriban, his heart had been hardened. With every victory and defeat he'd remained stoic and strong before his allies and enemies. He stood, hefting the corpse with him as he walked towards the shuttle they'd arrived on. He would not leave Xahl surrounded by rebel scum, discarded on the hangar floor like an expendable slave. With a hiss, the shuttle sealed behind him. He gently laid Xahl's body on the ground, moving to the pilot's seat. He keyed the comms, his voice quiet. "Captain Maran, prepare the hangar. Retrieve my honor guard. Lord Xahl has fallen. He will receive the honors he is due."

Kuat

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai, while smaller, was build like a tank. In heavy durasteel armor, he was already large for a human, and with the Force bolstering his endurance, he was hard to stop. His bicep was lacerated by the saber strike, and as he pivoted to avoid the strike to his kidney one of the Tonfas just ever so lightly grazed his face, leaving an angry red welt across his features, something that was sure to add to his plethora of scars. the fourth blow was blocked by his saber, and he continued to press. It wasn't lost on him that his opponent was trying to control the environment around him, though to what end he didn't know. It didn't matter- he would kill the knight here and now in a final combination of blows. He flourished briefly before diving back into the combat. His pain drove him, and he embraced it. What was a normal man's grievous injury was his flesh wound. The pain drove him, kept him on his toes. It fed into his anger, with further strengthened his blows and heightened his senses as he relied less and less on practiced maneuvers and more on the raw power of the Dark Side. He snarled, his first two blows aimed squarely at the Lasat's head. His third was a Force empowered kick from his durasteel-coated boot towards Hunan's kneecap, intending to snap it. He followed up with a furious strike from his right saber, intended to sever an arm, before finally swinging both blades in brutal tandem towards the Lasat's abdomen, seeking to cut the Knight in half, This was it. The final strike, positioning himself where the Dropship couldn't shoot him without hitting Hunan. The culmination of his brutal frenzy- He'd defeated Jedi and Imperials with less- This was the culmination of his abilities, his each move augmented with the Force, the lightsabers in his hands extensions of himself, as he drew on his rage, his pain, his grief. Rage at the gall of these Imperials to dare strike at Kuat yet again. The pain from the injuries received during this duel. Grief at his friend's death. And one more emotion. One deeper, more carnal. One that drove him to battle any chance he got. Bloodlust. ((3))

Kuat

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai was, in fact, thrown back towards the jagged metal, catching the boot to his abdomen with gritted teeth as his armor absorbed most of the impact. He twisted as he moved, his cloak catching on the metal and tearing off as it sparked against his own armor, a jagged piece of metal creating a shallow cut across Mordecai's left arm. He sneered, the pain sharpening his senses as he repositioned, making sure to keep the shuttle and its turrets on the other side of Hunan. He knew the rebels well enough to know they wouldn't risk killing one of their own, not this early or in this manner. He roared, leaping back into the battle with little hesitation, his respect for the opponent lost save for that he was a trained fighter. There was no honor to this duel, no banter between the light and the dark. His only purpose now was to kill this knight, and then, if he could, kill every rebel aboard that craft. Another flurry of blows, fueled by the Dark Side as he poured his emotions into each strike. First, a lunging upward thrust towards the Lasat's chest. His second saber met an opposite thrust, looking to impale the Lasat's knees, seeking to cripple the giant knight. Two more quick slashes flew towards the Imperial Knight's abdomen as Mordecai pressed the offensive in a hatred and agonized frenzy. This... Creature would die. His cowardly apprentice, watching from cover, would die. The rebels trying to flee aboard their ship would die. Every last Jedi, Imperial, and Rebel he saw this day would die a thousand painful deaths before he stopped his onslaught. Defiance and simmering hatred bloomed in his chest as he embraced the pain for his cut arm. Is wasn't a debilitating injury, far from it. But he could use it, draw on it to enhance his blows and his movements. The beast had over a foot on him, but that didn't matter. With the Force bent to his will through his emotions, he would overshadow anyone who dared try to stop him. ((2))

Kuat

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

As the explosion rocked the bulkheads, Mordecai and Xahl braced themselves. Smoke and debris covered them both, their cloaks and clothes struggling with the speed of the wind as the cacophony reached it's peak, and then... Silence. Gunfire echoed through the station from other fights and battles, as well as the fleets engaging each other in Kuat's orbit, but the here and now was dead silent for a moment. Another passed, and Xahl raised a hand, reaching out with the Force. Pain filled the silence; Mordecai couldn't hear it, but he could feel it. Whatever Xahl was doing the the rebels was devastating. A sickening snap echoed through the hangars, and like a switch, the battle began once more. Mordecai ignited his blades alongside Xahl, content to let the Sorcerer have his fun as he softened the rebel troops. They couldn't see anything through the thick smoke, but they could feel the lives of the rebels on the other side, hear their panic as they retreated. Lightning lashed out from Xahl's fingertips, dancing along the smoky mist in a mesmerizing show of violet-blue light as it arced from rebel to rebel. The pain, panic and death coming from the Rebel forces fuel the Sorcerer in his next strike, an explosion volley of chain lightning. Maybe it was the Force, maybe it was Mordecai's intuition, but before the Sorcerer's lightning had even cleared the smoke Mordecai knew something was wrong, diving away from Lord Xahl in a roll as the lightning shot back, blasting the Sith Lord. To his credit, Xahl didn't fall easily. He intensified the lightning, a soul-shattering wail erupting from the Dark Sorcerer's maw as he battled his own lightning. "I... will not... be denied... my... vengeance!" With a final push with the force, the lightning finally overwhelmed the sorcerer, launching him back with the force of an explosion, his limp body tumbling back into the hangar. Mordecai gazed at the smoking pile of clothes with shock, and then his rage broke through. Xahl, his friend, one of his most trusted allies among the Sith. With his defeat, the only remaining veteran of the last battle of Kuat was Mordecai himself. He rose, his sabers casting an eerie red glow in the fog of war as he approached, his metal boots echoing through the hangars as he approached. Xahl had gotten his vengeance, in the end. He could feel the corpses in the force, their essence torn asunder by Xahl's power. Now, Mordecai would avenge his brother. He broke into a run, cutting through the vapor with a frenzied battle cry as he leapt through the air, directly towards Hunan in a frenzied dash for revenge. He landed a few feet before the Knight, his momentum carrying him into a charge to close the distance as he unleashed a flurry of heavy saber blows, his fury granting him strength, his grief granting him purpose as he stared into the Inquisitor's eyes. His first blow swept overhead, intending to cut across Hunan's chest from his left shoulder to his right hip, his second blow an immediate mirrored follow up with his other saber. His third was a strike from both sabers, coming down right onto Hunan's head if the Knight couldn't avoid it. Xahl's defeat would not be in vain. Mordecai would have his revenge, on the rebels, on the imperials, and on any who dared to stand in his path. ((Post One for Mordecai vs Hunan))

Space

Mavanger replied to Ary the Grey's topic in The Galaxy

Kadi raised an eyebrow at the man's display of his weapon. The outer rim hadn't done him any favors if this was his response to a parley. She hadn't come all this way just to fight him. "There's no need for that, Jackson. If I meant you harm I would have brought a warship, and if I wanted your cargo I would have brought my lightsaber. As for how I tracked you down? That's what I do. I'm a wayfinder, a Jedi Guardian who excels at tracking and finding people who'd rather not be found. There's always a trail, you just have to know where to look. I'm here regarding your time as a Jedi Padawan, on behalf of the Jedi Council. All I want to do is talk, none of this-" She motioned at his lightsaber "Veiled threats business. I'm not Sith, and neither are you." She stepped forward, motioning again, though this time towards a point deeper in the vessel. "I don't suppose you have a place we can sit?"

Kuat

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai gazed out over the carnage in his wake. A rebel force had been separated and been forced to touch downs here, right into the maw of the two Sith Lords. Even without troop support, he and Xahl had cut through the rebels with easy. Mordecai stepped over a smoking corpse of a dock worker. He'd been a holdout from the last rebel attack and had tried to shoot Mordecai in the back. A coward's move. Xahl had blasted him with lightning before the damage could be inflicted though. Xahl's head snapped towards the blast door of the nearby junction as blaster fire echoed through the station. With a wispy snarl, Xahl spoke for the first time in days. "Imperials." His voices trailed off in a raspy hiss as his lightsaber reignited. Mordecai looked over, stepping towards the doors. "More fools to the slaughter. They will meet the same fate." Xahl was silent again, and already on the move. Mordecai was right beside him in moments, darkness permeating around them, Mordecai's rage once more bubbling just under the surface, his eyes alight with hatred and fury. They wanted to take the Drive Yards, they wanted to take the home of the Sith fleet. Let them try. They stood before the blast door, waiting patiently as hatred seethed between them. Mordecai had grown silent as well now, his own darkness consuming him, fueling his power as his sabers rested in his hands, quiet. The anticipation rose- Mordecai could feel them just beyond the door. Not just Imperials, but Knights. More than one. A real fight, a real challenge. A real purpose for his blades. It was all he could do to stop himself from pacing, from rushing the door now to fight them where they stood. No- better to let them come to him. Chatter lit up his comms- the fighting was fierce, all over this section of the ring. Dozens of rebel strike teams had met the Sith in combat, with reinforcements from both sides streaming in to replenish the troops that were last. Death and destruction reigned throughout as he waited. he knew what Xahl was doing. Basking in the carnage of it al. His power came from external sources- the carnage of battles, the roiling emotions of others. Mordecai's strength came from within, his own emotions and thoughts powered his connection to the force, sharpened his senses and strengthened his blows, and he had an endless reservoir of these emotions to draw on. He would meet these imperials like he met the ones before, and the ones before that. The Knight Master Cassandra had been beaten back by their blades in the last invasion- What chance did these fools have?

Kuat

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai stared into the black as the ships drew nearer and positioned themselves for combat. A massive armada of Sith warships stood against the Rebel scum, and he grinned with savage malice. The slaughter would be marvelous. Aware of his apprentice's arrival, he broadcast a final time to all rebel ships. "Rebels, I am Darth Mavanger, champion of the Kuat Drive Yards and your greatest foe. I will not waste time on pleasantries- Turn back now, or die. To those that will remain, there shall be no mercy. Long live the Sith Empire." His calm was only a facade now. He had received the Dark Lord's reinforcements, but they were paltry. Was that all the Dark King of the Sith could spare? One capital ship and an amalgamation of cruisers and frigates? He sneered. He would do it himself then. Kuat was easily one of the most important planets of the war- with it, and control of the Kuat Drive Yards, the rebels could produce a fleet to rival their own. This would not be acceptable. His rage boiled within, and he nurtured it, nursing it into a raging fury. He would not allow this place to fall. He glanced at Kahla, nodding at her as the Hutt came and went. It would either prove itself more than it let on, or die and be out of his sight. "My apprentice, we stand on the precipice of madness. The Rebels are striking our home, the heart of our fleet. Do not let them take it. I shall be in the thick of combat, holding the Kuat Drive Yards. I leave your actions to your discretion. Either fight on the front lines or command your fleet from your flagship- the choice is yours. May the Force serve us victory." He looked at the captain, nodding. "The bridge is yours, Maran. Pummel them." He turned and strode off the bridge, his armor rustling as he did so. They had already detected transport craft, and the alarm had been sent to the Kuat Drive Yards. After the rebels' last play for the planet, the security had been tightened, more hardened veterans and capable commanders present in the most important junctions and hangars. That is where he would join them. As he walked, he was made aware of a second set of steps behind him. He glanced back, slowing as he noticed Lord Xahl. "Lord Xahl. And so we arrive once more on the edge of greatness. Kuat has been good to us, good to our careers. Let us hold it once more, as a bastion against the chaos of these rebel scum." Xahl only nodded, ever silent, though his emotions were clear on his face. Hatred. He knew little of Xahl's history with the rebels, but what he did know made him understand the man's disdain as well as he understood his own. "We shall have our vengeance, Lord Xahl."

Kuat

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

As the fleet left Hyperspace, Mordecai was met with the all-too-familiar sight of the Kuat Drive Yards, the massive orbital ring that was responsible for most the ships that the Sith Empire controlled. His purpose for this visit was threefold. First, it would do his campaign well to resupply before they began, making sure they had the ammo and personnel to fight the wars ahead. Second, to recruit more Sith yet to his call. Many would be seeking glory, and many would heed his call. Third was to personally inspect the planet's defenses before he left with a large portion of the Sith Empire's forces. It would do him no good to wage war on the rebels if the Siths' own worlds were vulnerable to attack. He had only just begun to reach out to the local authorities when an ensign spoke up. "My lord, multiple unknown contacts just emerged from hyperspace. They aren't pinging as ours." The rebels had returned then. It was good that he was present then. He had fought them off here once, and he would do so again. "Sound the general alarm. All forces at the ready. Get ahold of my apprentice- tell her to meet me here. I want a defensive perimeter around the orbital defenses, make it a wide one until they start to close in." he said. He didn't know where they would maneuver their forces but for the moment his forces were the only ones between the Rebels and the Kuat Drive Yards. He strode over to the communication center, taking control himself. He was about to do something that required a hands-on approach. "Send an alert to Onderon. Tell the Dark Lord that the Rebels are striking at Kuat once more." _________________________________________________ Destroyer Group [Missile]: Sith Resurgent Assigned PC: Mordecai Valar Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Harrower-class Dreadnought Krayt's Fury 25/25 Advanced Warfighter Cadre: Through Power, Victory Assigned PC: Mordecai Valar Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Interdictor-class Cruiser Korriban’s Retort 9/9 Terminus-class Destroyer Kressh’s Lance 3/3 Gage-class Transport Juggernaut-1 2/1 Gage-class Transport Juggernaut-2 2/1 Gage-class Transport Juggernaut-3 2/1 Gage-class Transport Juggernaut-4 2/1 Shadow Warfare Pod: Shadow of Dread Assigned PC: Mordecai Valar Task Force Experience: Green, 1XP Interdictor Cruiser Sadow's Wrath 9/9

Space

Mavanger replied to Ary the Grey's topic in The Galaxy

"My home is wherever I am, Jackson. But seeing as how you are the one already in the EVA suit, I'd be more comfortable if you came here. I'm not sure the good Captain here even has one that would fit me. I promise you your ship will go unharmed, as will you. I'll be waiting outside the airlock for you." She stepped away, nodding at the Captain as she stepped out of the cockpit. She was still cautious- he might try to run still, but the fact that he responded to her hail left her feeling good about her mission. If he had done something against the code, or if he was hiding from them, then ho would have run. No, she was confident there may just be a deeper misunderstanding as to his absence. Her mission was to see if he could be re-integrated into the Jedi Order, and if he could, then it was her job to train him. She had doubts, of course. Was she the best choice to train this man? He seemed at home among the metal jungles of scrap and ruin, whereas she preferred to keep her feet on the ground on whatever planet she visited. She didn't even know where his last master had left their training. Still, it was natural to have such doubts. That didn't mean she needed to become consumed by them. The Jedi were spread thin- Any Knight or Master available needed to be training an apprentice if they could. The Order needed all the help it could get. The juxtaposition of their specialties could lead to interesting enlightenments for both, furthering both of their knowledge. He may have fled before he finished learning, but he'd clearly learned skills while he was away, and she could always evaluate him as they spoke to see what he needed.

Raxus Prime - Sith Temple

Mavanger replied to Ara-Lai Kaipi's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai sneered at the Hutt's flippancy and nonchalant attitude. It was irritating. No, it was beyond that. It was infuriating. Good. It would give him something to work with in battle. He bottled up his fury, storing it to be unleashed on the next poor soul who dared to challenge him, and turned away. He took note of his apprentice's exit, and then of the Hutt's words. He crossed his arms. Lustful sith? He glanced at Lady Sirena. He knew enough about the assassin to know whom the Hutt was referring to, but for the apparently new apprentice to be able to pin a trained assassin's emotions so precisely? He and Lord Xahl shared a glance- good. Xahl had picked up on it too. He moved past the Hutt, Xahl following him as he turned back to address those remaining. "Prepare what you must. We shall surely see combat in the near future. Make sure not to have any more... Incidents." he glared at Sirena, the meaning behind his words clear. He needed his people in fighting shape, not held up in bacta tanks by their own doing for months on end. As they exited, he had two tasks at hand. He turned to Lord Xahl first. "Lord Xahl, you know the archives better than I. See what you can find on this new arrival. I have a feeling he knows more than he's letting on." Xahl nodded, and as he left, Mordecai retrieved his communicator, hailing the good Captain. "Captain, take us to Kuat. We'll touch up our fleet there before the campaign, make sure everything is in working order. Besides, after the last escapade I want to inspect the defenses, make sure they've been improved adequately. This campaign is meaningless if they can just waltz into one of our most important systems and steal from us whenever they wish."

Raxus Prime - Sith Temple

Mavanger replied to Ara-Lai Kaipi's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai tilted his head at Lady Sirena when her apprentice spoke of his ignorance. Had she not taught him how the galaxy was truly ruled by the Sith now? That the New Republic and the Imperial Remnant were both in shambles? This was a grave failing on her part, he felt. Especially as an assassin, she should have been cultivating their knowledge on the galactic political landscape. "Durose, that is a question your master should have answered by now. The New Republic and the Imperial Remnant tried their best to defeat us, but both failed miserably. They failed to see us as the threat we truly represented. We face what is left of these forces as rebels, barely able to protect their own worlds, much less any neutral worlds. That is the other side to this campaign. When the galaxy watches us blaze through the Outer Rim like a wildfire, they will see just how powerless the rebels truly are." As the doors hissed open, Mordecai turned to look his eyes meeting that of a large Hutt, the stench of obesity and excess wafting off of him like the smell of dead fish on a hot day. He wrinkled his nose, looking up at the Hutt with his hand on one of his sabers. "You're lost, Hutt. I'm not sure how you got aboard this cruiser, but it is not the place for wines or candles or niceties. We are a warship of the Sith Empire, and so if you are not here to join our ranks, I will have to make sure that you find your way off of this vessel."

Raxus Prime - Sith Temple

Mavanger replied to Ara-Lai Kaipi's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai nodded to Lady Sirena as she apologized. He understood this much, of course. They were still apprentices, after all, and had much training to do. He waited only for Kahla to arrive before he spoke. "Lord Xahl, this is Lady Sirena. She's a teacher who's taking a brief stint away from Korriban to assist in our efforts. The other two are her apprentices. The Cathar is Roshan, and the young woman's name is Aliss. My own apprentice, there, is Kahla." "I'll begin now that we're all here. Since your... incident, Lady Sirena, I've been busy. We're over Raxus Prime, a junk world with a large Sith presence. We came to find ships to refurbish- I do not wish to draw from the war efforts in the core. We succeeded. We have enough ships, weapons and other supplies now to last for a lengthy campaign. As far as personnel, we've nearly doubled in strength. Our ranks have swelled with not only enlisted and officers, but also proper Sith. We will be ready to begin very soon." He placed his hands behind his back, continuing. "The plan is simple. Our base camp so to speak will be Geonosis- It was a manufacturing powerhouse during the Clone Wars, responsible for almost all of the weaponry that was used against the Old Republic. Its population has been wiped out for some time, but most of its manufacturing power should still be up to our standards if my reports are to be believed. From there we'll strike out. I'll divide our forces among the three of us, and we'll lead a three-pronged attack on the neutral worlds in the sector. If possible, I'd like to take as many worlds as possible without bloodshed. We'll be spread thin- I can't risk our forces being wiped out on a few backwater worlds for the sake of genocide." He paused for a moment before moving on. "Our goal in the early stages will be to secure a large foothold in the Outer Rim. Take as many neutral worlds as we can, to bait out the rebels into an open conflict. We'll pick off as many of their stragglers and strongholds in the outer rim. Then, comes the true purpose of this invasion. Bothawui. A rather minor world, but it's in a perfect position ot strike the rebel stronghold of Nar Shaddaa from. This is where we should expect the most opposition- we'll regroup and strike together. If we lose, then our goal becomes to hold onto the worlds in the Outer Rim we have claimed against any counter offensives. We'll present ourselves as a clear and present threat, and keep as many of their forces occupied as we can for the other fronts of the war. If we succeed, then I'll send lord to the Dark Lord of our success, and we will learn the best way to capitalize on our advantage." He crossed his arms in front of him, looking around the room. "Questions are now welcome, as well as any critiques or concerns. You are my war council- speak freely here, and with respect, and there shall be no repercussions."

Raxus Prime - Sith Temple

Mavanger replied to Ara-Lai Kaipi's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai felt Sirena wake. She did little to hide it. It wouldn't surprise him if she'd let him know intentionally. They had much to discuss, after all. Months of planning and gathering forces had passed since her... incident. Their numbers had nearly doubled- after their losses at Corellia, it seemed that there were many Sith, both of the empire and the order, who were seeking redemption in another front, Good. They had something to prove- they would fight all the harder. But he would need to keep an eye out for the ones that wanted a name for themselves. He didn't need wanna-be war heroes and martyrs in his ranks. He needed people who would fight to their best abilities, but not lose everything they had in the process. People like Sirena, who knew wanted to prove... something to her apprentices, clearly, but had a level enough head on her shoulders to not kill herself doing so. he had to hope that she had intentionally left herself on the brink of death, and that it wasn't gross miscalculation that had landed her in the bacta tanks. He turned, nodding to the captain. "The bridge is yours until I return, Captain." He stalked off the bridge. It was curious- his own apprentice should be here now. Where had she gone? Was she bitter for her loss? Likely. But was that what kept her away? Or had her recovery truly taken so long? He would need to excise more restraint, himself, if that were the case. It was only a matter of weeks until they departed for the outer rim at this point, and he needed his people at the best of their abilities. He pulled out his communicator. He had calls to make. First, he contacted his apprentice. "Kahla, your time to sulk is over. Meet Lady Sirena and myself in the medical facility." Next was an old associate who had joined them shortly after arriving on Raxus. "Lord Xahl, it's time you meet the rest of our associates. I would appreciate it if you would meet me at the medical facility when you can." His tone had shifted between calls, of course. His apprentice was still below him. Still weak, even if she was growing stronger. She would still learn, nurture her emotions for use in battle. Lord Xahl, on the other hand, was a veteran of the war he'd battled beside on the shipyards of Kuat. A sorcerer, incredibly knowledgeable on the ways of the dark side. The last in their trifecta of specialties. Other than Sirena, he was the only other Sith that Mordecai had made contact with himself to recruit. A man he had great respect for- he'd witnessed the man's power in his battle with Cassandra, the power of a storm at his fingertips. When he arrived to the facility, it was as Aliss and roshan were donning their blindfolds. Lord Xahl was only a minute behind. "Lady Sirena, I would introduce you to Lord Xahl. A veteran sorcerer whom I've fought beside in a previous conflict. His knowledge of the Force should prove invaluable, bot in training and in battle." Lord Xahl gave a curt bow. A man of few words, he said only a brief welcome. "You've all missed much in your time here. A briefing is long overdue, and then I need to speak with Lord Xahl and Lady Sirena in private."

Raxus Prime - Sith Temple

Mavanger replied to Ara-Lai Kaipi's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai stood on the bridge of his command ship, observing the yawning blackness of space with a sharpened mind. In the months since their departure from Korriban, his people had healed, more had joined his cause, and now he gazed upon a new fleet of warships in the making. The salvage world of Raxus had been a good place to find scrapped destroyers and capitol ships that the Sith Empire had deemed useless, scrap, and without value. Most didn't see the value in these hunks of metal that he did. Most of them were barely space worthy, to be repaired and refit at their first destination. In the mean time, they were filling with skeleton crews and droids. His Sith allies had been healing after the incident in the hangar, and his apprentice had spent time recovering from her defeat. He had much still to teach her about the philosophy of the Sith, but her martial prowess was improving. That she'd even singed him with her saber was a sign of that. Perhaps in time she could rival him, maybe surpass him. He would need to remain vigilant, and continue to hone his own skills to make sure that didn't happen. Soon they would depart for Geonosis, but for now, it was a waiting game, as it had been for months. Waiting for the last of the ruined ships to be dragged out of the scrap planet below and made space worthy once more. The fleet that was being built here had fought the Old Republic for decades, and would again see service against the forces of the Jedi and their allies under his command. Once more, they would conquer worlds and darken suns in a brutal and glorious campaign. And his silent vigil continued as he closed his eyes. There was fear around him. Anxiety. Nothing like right before a large battle, but it was there, lingering, fermenting. War was on the horizon, a fact that they would all feel soon.

Korriban

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai nodded in appreciation of his apprentices efforts as they sparred; She had clearly grown stronger, either through her fight with the Trandoshan, or through his teachings. Regardless, it mattered not. What mattered was her growing potential, and with it, her growing pride. Her growing rage. And yet... She couldn't harness it like he could. Not yet. He had failed there, but that was a lesson for tomorrow. His lesson for her today, however, was humility. He blocked her first strike, a sloppy feint, and tracked her movements to parry her next strike, pushing her blade out of the way as he closed the distance. He delivered a knee to her stomach, causing her to double over, allowing for his knee to follow up in a strike to her face. She lurched backwards, propelled by the sickening thwack of the impact, unconscious as she hit the ground, her saber deactivating as she fell. His own blades followed shortly after, clipped to his belt as he pulled out his communicator. "Captain, send three medical units. One to the sparring ring on deck four to gather an unconscious apprentice, and two more to Hangar 7-B. Prep one for massive trauma, sounds like something went down over there. I'll meet them when they arrive." he said. he glanced once more at his apprentice's seemingly lifeless body. She'd know better than to try to move is she woke up before the medics arrived. It sounded like he needed to keep the peace in his hangar, however. He stalked out of the room, his cloak billowing behind him as he moved briskly along his route to the hangar. What had Sirena done that had panicked her apprentice so? Broken bones? Had she beaten a trooper? An apprentice? Perhaps she flagellated herself, to display her ability to harness pain, and gone too far? When he arrived to the Hangar, it was a scene of chaos. Troopers surrounded the three Sith, all of whom were unconscious. It was a scene of blood and mangled bodies. He barked a command to his troops to return them to their duties as he approached Sirena, kneeling beside her body. What had she done here? The medics arrived shortly after, loading the Cathar and the Hapian onto stretchers and Mordecai shouldered the young woman. What a mess. The campaign hadn't even started and all four of his strongest allies were unconscious. He would need to teach them all restraint, including himself.

Korriban

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai smirked at her growing annoyance. Good. She was getting angry, but she wasn't using it. Regardless, she was faring better that when she had first arrived on Korriban. Her strikes were more focused, though they were all individual attacks. Not the artisanal web of light that his own sabers weaved, each blow leading into the next. He would teach, and she would learn. And if he had to beat her into submission again to solidify his lessons, he would. "You insist that you know not to lose, and yet you do not heed the lessons that would lead you to victory, instead preferring to lash out like a child with blade and mouth alike. Show me that you know more than me, then, Kahla." he said as his communicator flared to life. It wasn't much of a distraction, but it was enough to distract him for a brief moment. He was forced back, pushing Kahla's blade aside as it singed his side with its proximity. He hid his concern at just how close it had come to impaling him- More focused attacks indeed. Mordecai pivoted back, returning to stalking circles around his apprentice as he responded. "I will dispatch a team momentarily. My own apprentice requires a concussion first." he stated with a cold calm as he glared at her, before leaping in once more for a final flurry of attacks. The first was a deft thrust towards her chest with his left hand as he closed the distance. The next was a brutal slash towards her own belt, the Force aiding him once more as it surged though his body. His final blow, a roundhouse kick aimed at his apprentices jaw, served two purposes. First was to remind her that an attack could come from any limb. The second was to stay true to his word, intending to end the spar here with her unconscious on the ground so he could dispatch a medical team to Sirena's location. ((3))

Korriban

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai's speed aided him here, the force behind his strikes each leading into the next as he displayed a true dance of death. He ducked below her swing, pressing his advance as he rose again, his legs sweeping towards her in an attempt to trip her. He's made her taste the ferrous dirt on Korriban, and now, one way or another, she'd taste iron again. Her sigh didn't escape him either, her annoyance only mildy off-putting. Here, he traded his rage for a calculated approach. She would learn the lessons he had in his first true fight. "Are you annoyed at my teachings, Kahla? Do my words anger you? Is so, tap into that. Use it against me." He swung for her saber with one of his own, seeking to disrupt both her defenses and her offensive options as his other blade bore down on her from above in a brutal overhead swing, intending to cut her from her shoulder to her hip. "Don't let me pin you, Kahla! Fight back like your life depends on it. That this is a spar should not lead you to feel comfortable in defeat!" ((2))

Korriban

Mavanger replied to Exodus's topic in The Galaxy

Mordecai watched with favor as she drew her lightsaber. Good. She wasn't afraid of the price of failure. She could have taken one of the sparring blades, spared herself pain and danger. Instead she ignited her weapon of choice, her drive to become a better duelist prevailing over any fears or doubts she may have had. He was on guard this time, however. Her troops had been vocal in their praise for her in her fight against the trandoshan. It seemed that there was skill he had not seen on Korriban, which was what led to this spar. His twin sabers ignited, the azure blades a grim contrast to his blackened robes, a monument to his prior triumph over the Jedi and their lackeys. He circled her for a moment, testing her footing and her stance before leaping into action. He rushed forwards, his speed enhanced by the force as h began with two simple cuts. The first was really a thrust, aimed at her abdomen, his second an upward slash that would hopefully take advantage of his proximity. "Always be at the ready, Kahla. Your opponent may strike at any time, not just in negotiations, but during a fight as well." he preached, intending to lecture her as he proceeded with their combat. ((1))

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