Kamino

[handofthrawn]

ShadowFett didn't bow or offer any gesture of respect when the one he sought entered the room. Instead he sized up the man in a glance, noticing that he was a Sith Lord by his lightsaber and noticing that he was a potentially capable one by his form and build. Good. I wouldn't have it any other way, he thought.

 

"Yes, I am the one called ShadowFett," he said, resting a hand gently, naturally, on the grip of one of his Westar-34 blaster pistols. "I don't mean to take up a lot of time, so I'll make my business with you brief."

 

In a movement that was faster than a bolt of lightning and far more controlled, Fett whipped out his blaster pistol and stuck it against the Sith's head. Stormtroopers flinched and raised their blasters, but they fell to a pair of shots from Fett's other blaster, each shot perfectly attuned to the weaknesses of their plasteel armor.

 

"Understand, sir, that I am somewhat sentimental towards this world, sentimentality being somewhat of a weakness of mine," the Mandalorian said, somewhat mockingly. He did not like having a capable opponent at gunpoint simply because he would have loved a fair contest between the two of them. However, things were a little bit different this time, and this man was either a key to the end of the Imperial occupation of this world or a barrier to keep Fett from removing it in another way.

 

"I'm offering you a choice. Either you comply with my demands, beginning by immediately ordering the complete evacuation of all Imperial forces, personnel and citizens from this world, or I kill you."

[Dagon]

::Dagon immediately sensed the bounty hunter's attack on his old apprentice and sprung into action.::

 

Duron, get to meeting chamber and destroy the hunter. I know this one, he'll have lightsaber resistant mandalorian armor with multiple weapon systems. The armor is insulated to protect him from heat damage and electricity, so use this if you have to.

 

::Dagon handed him a sith sword that he had made that would make short work of the hunter's vaunted armor. Dagon headed back into the classroom and instructed the lords there.::

 

Darth Hel, there's a hunter in the meeting chamber that needs taken care of, take your apprentice and see to it. He'll have lightsaber resistant mandalorian armor with multiple weapon systems. The armor is insulated to protect him from heat damage and electricity, so use sorcery to take him down.

 

Draken, wipe out his ship in coordination with the star destroyers in orbit and then return here for new orders.

 

::Dagon got on the comm and ordered some specialist equipment just in case.::

 

One bounty hunter wouldn't come alone to an imperial military outpost for no reason, this was the first step in something bigger. I need to step up security on all worlds and prepare for the worst.

 

::Encrypted comms are sent out and imperial worlds are put on high alert. Even if it was a false alarm, it would be good training for the men.::

[Oblivion]

A low rising sound of gutteral laughter bellowed from his stomache, rising at the chest, as the end of the pistol drew inwards against the hood's cloth, sized at his right temple. There was no lightsaber on his body, for that was a particular trait he favored himself to be above then the standard lackies who drew from its power, and no sign despite his force presence which suggested of his true role. In a feint of subordination, he raised his arms in the air as one would normally perform when held hostage at gun point, the silver ringlets that dangled over the cloak at his chest chimed as the material was pulled up by the rising of either arm.

 

”œCurious..”

[Bad karma]

Hel set to work upon her task as the Sith Master left the room. She had no intention of waiting even a brief second before beginning. Once more she focused her power and infused it with pure, controlled emotions. He power ripened to a usable level quicker then that of Draken, and much quicker then her apprentice. A swelling of pride grew within her when Malyss showed just how fast she could catch on and learn. She would make a fine Sith Lord one of these days; if of course she made it threw the training.

 

Dominique moved forward, her body supernaturally lithe as she threw one leg over the other, twisting in the air and bringing her open palm down over the clones face, leaving horrendous black burns all the way down it that began to instantly bubble and blister. A Sadistic smile crossed her hooded face as she looked on at her work and felt the return of Dagon, but the smile quickly faded as he spoke. Darth Hel nodded her understanding and motioned for Malyss to follow.

 

The young lord pulled her cloak to the side and removed a revolver, tossing it and a few extra rounds to Malyss. She would need a weapon that could pierce a hunters armor and do some serious damage to him; this would be it. She waited a few seconds before speaking up, explaining to her apprentice the meaning of all of this...at least explaining it the best she could, for she was not completely in the know either.

 

"We will take him down quickly. Use that if you need too; it will be your first bit of weapons training from me. Don't let me down, Malyss."

 

Darth Hel turned and noticed the others eyes on her arm, where the dark side was slowly gathering, drawing power from every source it could in this installation. The air around her arm was shimmering and shaking as if some sort of gas was leaking out of her very body, faint traces of colors could be seen forming around her as well. Her power was immense, yet it still was not that of a Master's. Reaching out with the subtle tendrils of the force she felt out the room and its occupants at first. In the next few seconds the door to the room burst open...

 

A pale woman wrapped in a billowing dark cloak moved threw the opening, raising her hand and in one swift motion expressing a fraction of her power and command over the dark side and Sith sorcery. The figure was a hand short it would seem, but that did not stop her from unleashing her power upon him. Shards of the dark side bypassed his physical armor and cut deep into his flesh underneath, before exiting out of the other side. Her left hand drew a revolver as storm troopers entered behind her. A single armor piercing round was fired at the center of his armor, just to test the strength and resistance of it.

[Kakuto Ryu]

The Daemon Prince descended through the atmosphere, having dropped out of hyperspace on direct route from his factory world. The tall figure thundered through the facility, finding the second armor that Dagon had constructed for him.

 

Another Masterpiece.

 

The featherweight plates of the Sith Steel armor went on quickly over its envirosuit underlay. Small ornamentations adorned the plates, adding just a taste of extra form to its important function. Featured were minor jags and horns, etches around joints of the bone colored armor. Even included within the package was extra plating to be screwed on back of his mechanical arm.

 

Kakuto brought up his right fist with a smile. Blood dripped from the joints of the armor, painting his hand red and forming a noxious pool of the plasma on the floor. Releasing the grip, the blood stopped flowing and the armor dried almost instantly.

 

Belt, weapons, hammer, cloak--he refitted his needed belongings with anxious haste. As he made his way toward the door Kakuto dropped the dagger he'd used to kill Nom on a table, sure that Dagon would get the message. He left immediately, ignoring the conflict with what felt like a drunken Mandalorian. Into hyperspace he went...

[Master Kyp Durron]

((( Attack nulled )))

Edited June 4, 2006 by Guest

[Dagon]

::Dagon and his technical teams begin overhauling the three ships in orbit, replacing their electronic components with Krath soul circuitry. Two are modified and reoutfitted to focus on ranged combat, while one is redesigned for short range combat and boarding. All three recieve Sith meditation chambers and warhead countermeasures designed by Dagon himself.::

[Oblivion]

A quick message was sent to Lord Dagon himself from Darth Oblivion, classified under an encrypted link that was said to only be used for the most sensitive information.

 

_______________________________________________________________

 

 

”œLord Dagon,”

[darth shadowlord]

Draken still had retained some of his emotions from his first strike. He quickly harnessed them and struck out in a visible black field around his fist. The clones face burst into flames and slowly burnt deep into the skull.

 

Draken's face twisted in disust, then he headed to his ship, as per Lord Dagon's command. He hot-fired up the engines and quickly began to run through the arming sequences first for the two ion cannons. Then he warmed up his three proton torpedo launchers, followed by the concussion missile launchers.

 

Finally after he lifted the ship into the air he turned on the targeting system of the laser cannons. Then when he had all armaments armed, he quickly found the ship that Dagon had ordered him to destroy.

 

He commed the star destroyers that were in orbit. Within several moments, they had the location of the ship and waited Draken to strike first before they opened fire with their turbolaser batteries.

 

Draken fired a twin ion blast at Shadowfett's ship and then pulled back unaware of what kind of weaponary Fett had on his ship.

 

((Edited to remove OHK))

Edited June 4, 2006 by Guest

[Dagon]

::With Slicer's transmission, Dagon's suspicions had been confirmed. Work began on Kamino for preparing it for a full scale assault, with shield generators and planetary ion cannons and turbolasers. Extensive minefields are set up in orbit and all military forces are put on high alert.::

[BLCKCLONE]

Okay... Oblivion and Kyp you guys have to give HoT a chance to respond to your attacks. You cannot attack him without giving him a chance to post in between. I am nulling Kyps attack on Fett and the OHK of his ship. Oblivions ease at getting away will not be ruled one though...

Edited June 5, 2006 by Guest

[handofthrawn]

((Thanks, Will. I have the right to 2HK Oblivion, and I intended to if he didn't comply, but I believe he cheated in attacking me and leaving my room, suddenly in space in an A-wing, all in one post.))

 

It seemed Fett had encountered a little more resistance than expected. This strange Sith called Oblivion seemed to have abilities that were seemingly even beyond the Force...the utter creation of metal as well as a strange, void-like weapon that severed Fett's arm, traumatically enough.

 

The metal shell had, at any rate, fallen to the floor, and Fett watched as Oblivion retreated through the doorway, apparently not willing to finish his fight with even a one-armed bounty hunter. Making Fett's position slightly worse was the fact that it was his right arm that had been removed, leaving him with his left. He was ambidextrous due to much training, but the situation was still difficult.

 

His room sealed and guarded by stormtroopers, the Mandalorian had no choice but to react with action where cowardice had sprung a situation upon him. For the longest time he had thought only Jedi to be cowards--the same one had fled from his presence multiple times--but now it was confirmed that Sith, too, lacked any sort of spine. Since it was clear that common criminals shared this element, only Mandalorians and perhaps some members of military factions could hold courage (if Jedi and Sith could be stereotyped).

 

ShadowFett grabbed his arm off the floor and formulated a plan. It was gruesome, but he stuck the arm in a slot where he had once carried a rifle and reholstered the Westar it had been gripping. He pulled a plasma grenade with his left hand and tossed it at the door, blowing it open and killing the stormtroopers immediately outside.

 

Drawing his other Westar with his left hand (he was unable to weild an assault rifle with only one), the Mandalorian charged fearlessly through the door, finding several more stomtroopers outside. He took a blaster hit to the chest, but he killed each with a perfect shot in rapid succession. Identifying his location from memory, he made a dash for the nearest medical center. His plan wasn't a terribly good one, but he needed a right hand.

 

He was forced to shoot a few stormtroopers on the way, but the med center was just down the hall. He burst in and medics dove for cover. But Fett kept his pistol trained on the door. "This is perhaps the most advanced medical center in the galaxy. I need a prosthetic. Now," he said.

 

The request seemed impossible to fulfill, but Fett had indeed heard of a method that could get him an arm in only a few minutes. He just needed to hope that he had that much time.

 

((This is kind of obscure, I know. But it is, in fact, possible.))

[BLCKCLONE]

I did not null Dominique's attack though HoT... This situation was really badly Rped. I am getting sick of people god modding.

Edited June 5, 2006 by Guest

[Bad karma]

((I am going to go ahead and roll with what was ignored, just assume he wasn't in there by the time I got there. So, Now, For my post.))

 

The Doctor looked oddly at the armor clad figure with only one hand. At first he did not know why the man was here of all places to get a prosthetic, but then he remembered the station being set on alert not two minutes before. He instantly set to work. Moving throughout the small room he began work on what would appear to be a prosthetic. In one quick motion he moved to the man and informed him he was giving something that would numb the pain and before he could deny the needle was stuck into his stub and the fluid injected.

 

Just as he pulled the needle away the door burst open, two storm troopers coming threw and getting shot down by the hunter. In the next instant Hel was through the door, moving with the aid of the force. The report of her revolver could be heard as she took out the Doctor who had just injected Fett with a fast acting poison. Her right hand rose into the air, letting the dark energy she had been gathering there go, hurtling at the man before her. Hundreds of dark razors cut threw the air unseen, bypassing his armor and ripping away at his insides.

 

The brief silence before the storm was filled by the whoosh her cloak made as she dodged to the side and opened fire with her Glock 18. The weapon had a thirty one round extended clip filled to the brim with armor piercing rounds. Shot after shot ripped away the various medical supplies, her aim was to keep him from going straight after her rather then to actually hit him. When she finally had cover, she whistled signaling storm trooper after storm trooper to move into the room after the man.

 

Dropping her used weapon, she focused on the one in her other hand. Her revolver. It had a much greater stopping power then the Glock and the rounds in it would do some serious damage to the man if he was not careful.

 

"Give it up, don't make me get a huge ass magnet."

[Dagon]

Sight the turrets on these coordinates and prepare for incoming, our guests will be arriving shortly.

[Malyss]

Malyss, with Hel's revolver ready in hand, proceeded slowly as the others rushed the intruder.

 

As the sound of gunfire echoed through the halls, Malyss instantly side stepped behind a thick pillar. She closed her eyes and attempted to focus on the powerful dark aura that surrounded her master. Faintly, she felt trickles of Hel's energy. She knew the woman was still alive. She grit her teeth and focussed harder, vaguely sensed the others in the. They were nothing more than occasional firefly like bursts of energy registering in her mind. She meticulously filtered out all life forces but two.

[handofthrawn]

((My mistake, Will. I assumed you meant all attacks between my posts, as that was the rule that had been broken.))

 

ShadowFett grunted in a hint of frustration when the doctor defied him. He had known to suspect such foul play, but didn't figure that the Imperial had the backbone for it. Poison shot through Fett's veins and he felt his blood burn slightly. He did not falter or fall, though, but acted like the poison had no effect. Indeed, it quite possibly wouldn't--the Mandalorian was immune to almost every form of known poison due to various reasons not excluding genetics.

 

After bringing down two stormtroopers, Fett identified someone that potentially much more of a threat. Some sort of Force attack caused some pain in his chest, but his armor was apparently undamaged, as it should have been. He thought fast enough to dodge several forms of ranged attacks, but they were all projectiles and even a series of direct hits couldn't possible penetrate Mandalorian Iron.

 

Defying his opponent's intent, Fett advanced on her, awkwardly drawing his phrik vibroblade with his left hand from his left hip. He brought the hilt almost to the right side of his face before the blade left its sheath, and by that time Fett was at the door. Stormtroopers entered to find a blade in their paths, and Fett expertly sliced several of them down with a surprisingly graceful but clearly favoring the broad and direct series of attacks.

 

His largest threat was, of course, the opponent that had opened fire on him with projectile weapons. While these were even less effective against him than blaster bolts, this was no stormtrooper. He reached her cover and spun around it, slashing wide against her weaponless defense. The tip of the blade caught her left shoulder and tore cloak and skin. He followed the attack with a punch from what was left of his right arm. The hit inflicted quite possibly more pain on him than it did his opponent, but he had never allowed himself to be slowed by pain.

 

Indeed, when he had been battling Sith Master Ar-Pharazon, he had endured so many traumatic experiences that never again could he be daunted by what could happen to his physical being. He had had his chest opened and had a rib removed to be stuck into a bloodied mouth beneath sightless eyes, an experience he would always remember. It had not been pleasant, but he had emerged stronger than ever before.

 

And this was the goal of a Mandalorian. To constantly put oneself at risk to achieve a greater form of skill. Fett had since arriving on Kamino made one mistake and experienced something else that was unavoidable, both leading to hindrances in his ability to perform in combat. The poison threatened to cause him to lose focus and he was one-handed, but he would fight on. He had to. This was what it meant to be a warrior.

[Onderin Starlisk]

((Practically a double-post, I know, but Onderin himself is not here.))

 

Emerging from hyperspace just then were three large MC90a Starcruisers, the backbone of the Rebel Alliance fleet. Their commander, aboard the Indomitable, was General Ilos Powell, an articulate near-human alien that was tall and slender. His eyes betrayed his intelligence as he studied the tactical map.

 

"Begin setting up over the main city," he ordered. "We temporarily have the advantage, so let's do some damage before the Empire arrives with Star Destroyers."

 

The fleet deployed quickly, releasing swarms of starfighters designed for a variety of purposes. Orbital bombardment began a second later, immediately targeting weapons emplacements and other defensive structures, which had apparently been prepared for their attack.

 

Indeed, the fleet took some shield damage since the Empire had no need to scramble crews, a strange fact in Powell's eyes, but nothing significant. MC90a shields were tough, tough enough to make them the match of Imperial Star Destroyer II's despite lesser turbolaser counts.

[Fynn Relmis]

Coming from the endless sea of stars, The Templar, exited hyperspace in an extremely high orbit. Behind him the four E-Wings dropped our as well. The group of fighters stayed in formation, and then began picking up the chatter from the alliance task force closer to the planet. Heavy fire was indicated coming from the planet. "That's not right, they should have been blind to the attack."

 

"Green Leader it appears the Sith knew we were coming...orders?" the confident sounding Green One said aloud. "Damn, alright, keep to the plan. Support the assualt force as best you can, but watch those surface turrets, I don't want to get to close." Fynn said in a moment of frustration as he pulled his craft into a heavy role. The few captial ships that had arrived were already beginning the assualt in earnest. A turbolaser blast flashed past Fynn's cockpit. "Watch it were taking fire, get your shields up!" he cried out as another blast sliced past him and impacted one of the E-wings that hadn't adjusted in time. The craft exploded, the shower of flames and sparks shooting backwards.

 

"Green Leader lost Green Three, continuing assualt run." reported Green One. "Keep those shields double front until we get planet side and then keep it tight!" Fynn said as he used his jedi reflexes in the pilot chair to anticipate the next series of blasts.

[Nitestrike]

The Corellian Corvette Redemption-II burst from hyperspace a little away from the already beginning battle. "R6, begin to calculate multiple escape courses. You know your job, so be ready when the time comes. Stay back far enough to cover me." Brad angled the deflector shields quickly before charging off towards his ship's hanger bay.

 

On the way, Brad called R2 to have his X-Wing ready for take off before changing logging into the Alliance battlenet. "Sorry I'm late for the party guys, the hanger crew was a little late loading the drinks for afterwards. I'll be out in a second." The lighthearted comment betrayed the true sense of battle that Brad had. The door slid open the hanger bay and Brad rushed through the find R2 in the astromech socket with the repulsorlifts already engaged.

 

"Good work R2," Brad called back to the little droid while climbing into the cockpit of the XJ3 X-Wing starfighter. Brad quickly exited the hanger before entering the codes to shut it once more. The nimble fighter shot ahead of the Corellian Corvette to join the other fighters on their attack run. Expertly piloting the ship to catch up to the E-Wings already on their way, Brad took the position in the rear of the squadron.

 

"Green Squadron, I've got your six. R6, clear us a path." Brad heard the little droid twitter a response over the comm as the single, defensive dual ion cannon battery on the Corvette began to fire for all it was worth toward the planet through the path of the oncoming starfighters. The ion cannon would work just as the one at the battle of Hoth had, clearing the path for the ships to get through relatively unscathed.

[Darex Trevelian]

Darex came out of hyperspace in the middle of the battle. He sized up the situation quickly, flicking his shields to double-front immediately, and accelerating to catch up with the rest of Green Squadron. The MC90a's were taking heavy fire, but Darex knew they could withstand the bombardment, at least for a while. The Corellian Corvette opened fire with its ion cannon, and Darex charged forward into the gap, passing several crippled ships.

 

"Green Leader, this is Jedi Trevelian," he said over the battle comm. "I'm going in."

 

He pushed his throttle up, and surrendering his hands to the Force, flew towards the surface of Kamino, evading turbolaser fire, while saving his cannon energy until he was completely in range of the batteries and buildings.

[darth shadowlord]

Draken cursed as he came back around for the second strike on Fett's ship when his scanners picked up the Rebel task force. He took a quick scanner count and found three large MC90a Starcruisers, followed by another ship and several E-wings. Then a Corellian Corvette entered real space as well.

 

Draken quickly sent out a comm to Dagon. "Master Dagon, We have a problem. There is a rebel task force that has begun attacking the planet and I believe they may be lead by Jedi." Draken then sent out a comm to the largest Star Destroyer.

 

They acknowledged his comm and lowered the shields for a moment to allow him to land inside of the hanger bay. From there, he proceeded to the command center and attempted to comm Dagon for orders.

[Dagon]

OOC((Mandalorians are not immune to poison, stop godmoding.))

 

::The rebel fleet sustained terrible damage as the mine field they jumped into slammed into their ships. Planetary grade turbolasers and ion cannons opened up fire on the ships and began to take a terrible toll on their shields. The rebels had greatly underestimated Kamino's defenses and were paying the price. The vast imperial fleet arrived at Kamino and took up defensive positions to thwart the Jedi attack while the two long range star destroyers took a terrible toll on the rebel flagship.::

[Bad karma]

Darth Hel's face contorted into a grimace of pain when the weapon cut into her left shoulder. She could feel the force whispering to her of an impending danger, but she couldn't move fast enough to avoid the stub that collided with her face. Her head jerked to the side, but she was sure it would have hurt him more then her. Her hands were already moving for a counter attack before he could pull his arm back. Her left hand produced a vibro-dagger from within the folds of her cloak, in one swift motion it was buried to the hilt where his right hand used to be.

 

With her right hand, still clutching her revolver she pressed it to the back of his knee. It would have been easy enough for him to move and save his unprotected area, but Dominique was smarter then that. Reaching out to the force she commanded it to do her bidding, gripping the hunters testicles and squeezing them to the point they were likely to explode. This kept him for moving for the brief second that was required for her to fire her weapon, shattering his knee and completely exiting his body. If it wasn't for his knee guard the bullet would have hit her just above her heart.

 

With another burst of the force she shoved him away from her, the energy required to lift the heavy armor into the air with him inside was immense, but once he made it into the air he had to face gravity. She now knew why some suits of armor had the protective lining, to keep ones head from being crushed when to much force was introduced into the equation. Standing up, the young Sith placed her weapon into its proper place and ignited the weapon that ran up her right forearm. It would be enough to stop any bladed attack, perhaps even blaster shot he fired at her.

 

Snapping her fingers, five storm troopers entered. They had been watching the door carefully for any signs to enter as well as making sure No one but Dominique got out alive. The opened fire on the man laying before them, Darth Hel looked on with a smile of glee. She knew it was not over, but this would give her enough time to focus her energy, gather her power, manipulate the air and force around her so that she could over power and eliminate this one.

 

Both of her hands shot outward, fingers fanned out as her left crossed over the top of her right forearm. A visible re aura ran down one arm, as a black aura ran down the other. The hatred and anger that poured threw her body would only be present to another force user, outwardly the only thing off about her were the colors circling and rushing down her arms. The woman let out a breath of air, it's color was as red as the aura around her arm, but this red had stripes of white moving across it in an electric pattern. All of her pain being released to help her anger and hatred in the building of her power.

 

The entire process took under two seconds, but finally she released the build up of power. The colors dissipated as the dark force energy cut into his brain and body. It would rip through him as if a thousand vibro shivs had been thrown into him at once. The pain and various problems that the attack would cause would show themselves almost immediately, but so did the toll that the attack took on her body. Clutching her stomach and gasping for breath the inexperienced Sorcerer slipped out the door and planted her back against the wall. The Storm troopers knew what this meant and began to pile into the room in a tactically appropriate way. She could only hope she had recovered a bit before he made his way out of the room; if he made his way out.

[Fynn Relmis]

"I hear you Darex, target the surface, I'll try and hold the Star Destroyers."

 

"Green Leader, were taking losses...the response is extremely heavy."

 

"Understood Captain, keep it up just a while longer, then make the jump. All fighters target the surface, engage turrets and targets at point blank range, that will keep them from using thier minefields to much effect. They won't be able to target our ships that close to the surface." Turrets were notoriuosly inaccuarate at close range, a fact not lost Fynn. I'll try and hold up reinforcements until your run is done." Fynn said as he swung the The Templar around an began engaging the Imperial Fleet.

 

"Green One Two and Four lock on to my target and stay with me this is going to be tough. Lock on to the Star Destroyers hangars and fire...lets make sure they think twice before releasing reinforcements..." Fynn said as the group of fighters and attack craft made thier point blank run on the Star Destroyers. Fynn locked on two heavy rockets, and danced his ship between two mines which subsequently blew each other to pieces. He waited until the large grey hull of the Star Destroyer seemed to race up like a wall. Then at the last possible second he let loose to Rockets, that did not fire. With no way to trace the small objects with so many other targets, the Imperial gunners had now way to lock in on the small caspusles that had yet to go hot. Suddenly the first rocket collided with the shields.

 

The blast was followed up by a pummeling of torpedoes and rockets from the rest of the fighters in his formation. Opeining a hole in the shields. As Fynn came around he let loose another rocket before having to peel off from the defensive fire power. The rocket blazed into the hole and struck the hangar controls on the massive star destoryer. The hangar doors were blown open prematurely, and since air had not been evacuated, the inhabitants boarding thier ships were sucked into space. With at least one of the Hangar bay disabled, Fynn danced his craft back towards the Alliance Flag ship.

 

"Green Group make one more run and then punch out I don't want to lose anymore then we have to, Brad fall back and cover the flagship...watch yourself, there are bound to be fighters engaging soon."

[Kakuto Ryu]

"Not so fast," the comm in Fynn's ship groaned, following it with a loud whistle. The comm's signal fed back to form a bitterly painful screech, the dark Lord's subtle malefactions already taking an ominous hold. The wrenching sound ended suddenly, when the console erupted in a shower of sparks.

 

The durasteel face of Kakuto's mech looked down on Fynn's ship with its ever grievous scowl. Its wings spread wide and its ion engines pushing double, The Dark Lord threw the weight of his craft into the nose of this one most unclever Jedi, quickly knocking the craft off course and fair away from the protection of the flagship he now so desperately needed. A thick round dent marked center of The Templar's nose.

 

Backup would not follow The Templar, for in the minds of those considering it came nightmarish visions of battles past; X-Wings used as harpoons to strike down others, men imploded where they sat, catastrophic system failure stemming from inexplicable malfunctions, and in each case the white, winged mech not close behind.

 

Kakuto's ship, Uriel descended on it's prey viciously, spraying it with dual laser cannon fire as he danced--with twice the grace of any ship most had ever seen--around Fynn.

[handofthrawn]

OOC: Mandalorians aren't naturally immune to poison, no, and that I know full well.

 

IC:

Several forms of pain encountered ShadowFett in the next few minutes, some of them far more intense than others. The pain he felt as his knee shattered was far less, for instance, than the results of the tactic his opponent had used to set up the attack, a sort of pain that didn't feel like going away anytime soon as was almost debilitating.

 

Next he was lifted into the air and slammed into the ground by the Force that had increasingly become his enemy in itself, an experience that he had encountered more times than he could remember in the past, something almost every Force user he had encountered chose to enact on him. It usually didn't hurt as bad, but his crushed knee couldn't bear as much weight as he would have liked, so he collapsed again. It was frustrating. Extremely frustrating.

 

Defiance welled up in him. He wouldn't be beaten by the Force. Not this time. In his mind, he had defeated it multiple times before. He had experienced a mind-damaging effect from the Dark Jedi he had encountered twice--the Dark Jedi that claimed to be a Jedi Master. He had battled other Jedi, as well, and then Lord Ar-Pharazon. He had fought against Ar-Pharazon with much pain, meeting challenges of the Force with strength of will and ingenuity.

 

Then he experienced another such mind attack. He felt pain throughout his body, but he couldn't identify if he was actually being physically attacked or if the attack on his brain was just sending frantic mixed pain signals to random parts of his body, coupled with the pain from existing wounds. It was altogether similar to the attack the Jedi had used on him, and once again the line between light and dark blurred.

 

It would have been very easy right then to just give up and resign to death. But that wasn't what a Mandalorian was about. He had once again gotten himself into a situation that went awry in many ways. And now he was again fighting through pain to get out of it with his life. There were many challenges, he realized, that he was still incapable of overcoming with ease. He was nothing even a shadow of all-powerful, but his abilities and long-term training was all that had him last even the first few minutes of this excursion.

 

Fett shook his head as stormtroopers entered and his opponent again retreated. He rose, taking a couple of blaster shots to the chest. He gripped his vibroblade and swung, feeling many sharp prickles of pain as he did so. He watched as his blade traced a path contrary to where he had intended it to go. No! he thought, fighting the confused signals his brain sent out.

 

He swung again after taking another couple of shots, and this time two stormtroopers fell. He mumbled a word and an explosive dart launched from his gauntlet, killing three more. The heat of the explosion reached him and he knew it was a bad decision to have fired at such range, but his state of pain was great enough already that the heat made little difference to him.

 

Another swing and the fire of a wrist laser and a couple more troopers fell, leaving Fett safe for a split second. One of their voices sounded somewhat familiar as he cried out. Fett could easily have sunk to the floor, but he leaned out the doorway, clutching a grenade and setting it purely by muscle memory. He saw his lady opponent--she was exhausted, barely able to move, much less focus on the Force. He hurled the grenade at her, then pulled himself back into the room, hearing it detenate and hearing a cry issue from her mouth. It had almost certainly killed her, he though passively.

 

His knee gave out and again he was on the floor. He remembered the stormtrooper voice he had recognized. Unable to think clearly, he mused that it was his own...the stormtrooper must have been a clone of the same template that had been used for over two hundred years. Grabbing the stormtrooper's body with his left hand (his only hand), Fett ripped off the identification tags. Captain RT-112, it seemed. He grabbed the commlink and spoke into it. "This is Captain RT-112. Target is dead," those were the best words he could formulate, but they should have been enough. His voice was identical to the stormtrooper's.

 

The poison continued to work and Fett stumbled across the room. Almost all the medics were dead, killed in the crossfire. Identifying a fast-acting pain reliever, Fett injected himself. The liquid began to act and Fett began to regain control of himself....

[Onderin Starlisk]

General Powell was sweating as he thought. Many things had happened, some favorable and some otherwise. Favorably, many Jedi had arrived and now were lending him aid. Also, many of the ground-based defenses had been removed, offering not as much threat from that side of the cruisers.

 

Negatively, the Imperial fleet had arrived--apparently in its entirity--and had the MC90a's pinned against the planet with no apparent escape route. Not that Powell would abandon the Jedi anyway. They would make their stand here, relying on defensive shielding and a solid formation that required the Imperial fleet to stretch itself out to get a good attack angle. This was managable, Powell told himself.

 

He didn't know how long they would last, but they had drawn out the fleet, and that was truly their goal here.

 

OOC: I hope you have some boarding parties, Chad, or else we're pretty much at a stalemate until the Jedi have their way on the surface. Personally, I didn't bring any Alliance PCs.

[Bad karma]

((Using that technique might have taken a toll on her, but no so much she couldn't use the force to make your nade over shoot its target...))

 

It had been a split second reaction. The force carrying the spherical object at a faster rate then the hunter had intended, getting it just far enough away to let the Sith Lord survive. The entire right side of her body was horribly burned, a piece of metal had lodged itself into her right arm as well. Blood trickled down over the already blistering, charred skin. At first her breathing was muted, as if the blast had claimed her life, but slowly...slowly it was made obvious that not only was she alive, but she was ticked.

 

This one was too persistent. He had to be taken out and that was that. Sooner rather then later. Favoring her right side, she stood. The force swelled around her as her anger turned to rage, as her light pain turned to agony. Taking one deep breath, she pulled it all under her control the best she could. Even still she was not able to completely reign in her emotions, but enough so that she could empower herself to continue to the very end. Force users were remarkably hard to kill and Dominique, Darth Hel, would not prove to be the exception to that Fact.

 

She looked down at her hands, flexing them. Pain roared up from her right hand as skin was practicly falling off the bone. For a brief second she turned to face Malyss, her face was its normal pale self it would seem to the girl, that was until she saw the right side. Such a grotesque monstrosity, how reality could let such a thing into existence was beyond the two of them. With her petite body quivering from the pain and stress that had just hit her, she raised her right hand straight out.

 

Once more her hands fanned out, and now feeding upon every Dark Master, every Sadistic psychotic lord, and every last twisted being pledging themselves to that which could strengthen them beyond anything else, she formed her hate powered weapon solely of the force. She resorted to an old tactic first, gripping Fett's testicles. But this time she truly did intend to crush them. For thirty seconds she slowly tightened her grip upon them, until she felt them...Nothing but history now.

 

If even half of what she had heard about the pain such a thing could cause was true, it would not matter what kind of warrior he was...That would have him down for at least a short while. She continued to draw power from those in the compound and around it, knowing that now she might not have the element of surprise, but she knew that he wouldn't be walking for a few minutes...at least. The force around her was frantic, rapidly rippling all about. It flowed under the door, around everything until it was clutching the hunter, holding him firmly in place. The gothic horror that had once been a beauty stepped forward as the door slid open. Her final expression of power and Dominance over the downed man was shown. Her hand whipped outward, the bounty hunters throat tearing itself apart with a fierce power that had the other must have built up within her. It was his mistake not to make sure she was dead, no he paid for it as blood began to gush out of his throat, only to have some of it forced back in by the neck guard he had in place. Between suffocating and drowning in his own blood he was finished, but the Sith was not without her own worries.

 

She had absorbed more power then she could handle from the others, and letting it out in such a fashion took its toll on her already battered and abused body. Falling backward, a thud could be heard throughout the hallway as her head hit the ground. She was out cold, barely breathing and in need of a doctor and Bacta quickly. Hopefully Malyss would get her that which she needed, but she had her doubts about the other helping her in anyway. Storm troopers moved into the room, stripping the man of his armor and making sure he was dead by firing shot after shot into his mangled corpse. The armor was whisked away, to an unknown destination for later use. He would have to return if he wished it back, but then that would start a whole new set of problems.

 

((I understand you've leveled a base all by yourself before, but the Sith are not The Blacksun. We get the job done, they don't.))

[Malyss]

Malyss stepped out from behind the pillar as she felt Hel's presence leave the room. She readied the revolver in case the other presense she'd focussed on suddenly burst out of the room after her.

 

She quickly made her way to Hel, and at first sight the other seemed to be nearly unscathed. That is until Hel turned and revealed the horrendously scorched right side of her body. Malyss stopped in her tracks for a second. In that second, her master fell hard to the floor.

 

Malyss snapped out of her momentary stupor and rushed to Hel's side. She quickly wrapped her fleshless, stronger arm, around the unconcious woman. The smell of charred flesh was relentless and stabbed at Malyss's nostrils as she roughly lugged the Sith woman to a nearby med bay.

 

There, Malyss surrendered Hel over to medics. She stayed nearby, weapon still at the ready in case any other unwanted guests should happen by.