Mon Calamari/Dac

[Mavanger]

Captain Jarvus stood on the bridge of the Krayt's Fury as it left hyperspace, looming menacingly above the planet of Mon Cal. It seemed they had arrived later than planned- Mon Cal was already under attack. He was arriving with the second wave of reinforcements- the first had only served to regain the footing they had lost. This trickle was dangerous- if they got caught out before Darth Mavanger's fleet could arrive in proper force, it would be devastating.

 

"Defensive positions. Move to regroup with the rest of the Sith forces. Do not allow them to separate us, and victory may yet be ours. Lords of Mon Cal, The Warden of Kuat sends his regards. We will not let your holdings fall."

 

Lord Mordecai disliked that title- he thought it pompous to wield such ungainly accomplishments like a beacon, and despised others who did so. But he did not know the effect such titles had on the regular man- The greatest warriors of the era all had such titles. The Spider. Mandalore the Bloody. The Mad. For a common man to hear that such a warrior led them into battle was a great thing. He frowned. Their fleet was spread thin. Between the planets currently under occupation in the Outer Rim and this attack on Mon Cal, he knew he would need to be decisive in his victory here. They couldn't afford to be bogged down in a war of attrition.

[Mavanger]

Darth Inmortos vs Mythos

 

First, I'd like to say that this was a close duel, and neither side should feel that they did any less than their best. Both players played their characters admirably, and the contrast between Inmortos's refined movements and tactics against the more primal outbursts of Mythos set an excellent atmosphere. 

 

This was a short and sweet ruling. The only specific that comes up is probably what swayed the duel. A duel between an NFU and a FU is always going to be an uphill battle- to help NFUs even the field, they gain a number of advantages, from tools of war to an NPC retinue. While the duel itself was well written and well handled, and both characters were played admirably, Mythos repeatedly abandons these advantages, from ordering his retinue away pre-duel, to dropping his weapon and lunging with tooth and claw against an opponent armed with the Force and a lightsaber. The use of his cybernetic arm was excellent in this situation, but unfortunately it was not enough to sway the duel.

The winner is Krath Inmortos

 

Next post goes to Inmortos. Well done both of you.

[Mavanger]

Jarvus grimaced as he watched the Krayt's Fury fall apart around him. He remained calm- to panic would do nothing for his people. For the Empire. The battle was being fought by tooth and nail- while he had considered a retreat, it would have been disgraceful to leave his allies alone in this fight. That decision would cost him, however. The grim reality was that the Fury was likely on its last legs. Only a few more volleys would do her in, and all hands aboard would likely me lost. He had to give his orders now.

 

"All non-essential personnel, report to the nearest escape pod. To all remaining ships under my command- If the Fury falls, you will be under the command of Darth Tyra's forces."

 

Klaxons blared, and he breathed deeply, his face the steely visage of Imperial calm. His heart ached, however. Would he never again serve Lord Mordecai? Was this truly his end? It was likely. More than anything, however, he ached for what his death would do to the Sith Lord. He had been there when Lord Xahl had been slain in battle. He had borne witness to the man's grief firsthand. In the aftermath, Mordecai had slain his enemies without mercy. Before, he had been opposed to the rebels and their ideals, but he had understood them, somethign that had led to mercy in his heart, though to say that to the Sith would not have gone well. After Xahl, his heart had hardened. He had grown distant. Angrier. Filled with a deep rage.

 

He pitied the fools that would oppose Darth Mavanger after today.

[Mavanger]

The Krayt's Fury let out another shudder as bomber wracked it's hull with high-yield explosives. The battle was lost. Most of the crew had already evacuated the ship, regrouping with the remaining forces and returning to Geonosis, where Lord Mavanger most likely awaited the news of this battle. Captain Jarvus had remained to coordinate the retreat, and now, with no allies remaining, the Fury finally began to gave out. A new klaxon began to blare, signaling that the ship had suffered a critical reactor leak. Another flashing light indicated that the hull's integrity was below 30 percent. At this point, even if he tried to make it to an escape pod, and there was a route still available to him, he wouldn't make it in time. He sighed sadly.

 

Fear of one's death was natural. Though there was no one remaining on the bridge to witness it, he felt ashamed still. He had served with distinction. With victories over Corellia, Kuat, Geonosis, he had served the Sith Empire well. His counsel had aided a campaign that would be remembered for generations. He had loved, laughed, and been happy for two years. If this was the end of his life, he would face it with courage. He keyed one of the communication panels, sending a final word of warning to the rebels. He would make them fear his death. They would always remember the day that the Rebel Alliance sealed its own fate.

 

"You will all face the storm that comes with this victory, and not one of you will survive. He will kill every last one of you."

 

Behind him, the alarms grew more frantic. The ship shuddered a final time as the ship's reactor self destructed, detonating the core and sending a chain reaction throughout the rest of the vessel. As the blast entered the bridge, Jarvus smiled. He would become a martyr.