Star Wars Mk. II Plot/RP Thread (Updated)

[Grimmend]

Mal'lor finished equiping the sealed environmental suit require for piloting his Basilisk in the vacum of space, shortly after the other Sith departed and the first wave of Mandalorians launched.  The Basilisk is normally more suited for planetary/sub-orbital combat, due to the exposure of the pilot and the attached risks, but for a wielder of the Force, the openess in space gives way to...unique opportunities.  After storing a few mines, his swords, and a few 'Mandalorian essentials', Dan'el lead the charge in the second wave of the assault.



The battle was in the Republics' favor when Dan'el entered the fight, but his very presence altered the course of combat.  With his connection to the force, Mal'lor could influence his men in ways impossible to the common commander, make them faster, more alert, and above all, deadlier.  With Mal'lor in the fray, the Sith and Mandalorian pilots began to outmaneuver the Republic fighters, with quicker reactions, precise marksmanship, and deadly tactics.



Mal'lors' Basilisk is an intimidating vessel by any means, and drew the attention of a dozen Republic fighters as soon as he made his entrance.  He took out the mines, and moved them towards the incoming fighters.  Normally, seasoned pilots like these wouldn't fall victim to mid-fight mines, given the advances in sensor technology, but that only applies to live mines.  Mal'lor guided the mines using his powers, and when the fighters made there way towards him, he triggered the mines remotely hitting several of the fighters in the crossfire.

Only four of the fighters survived the blast, but they were crippled at best.  Mal'lor moved in for the kill, allowing the Basilisk to attack all out.  The Basilisk fired a laser at one of the fighters, taking it out immediately. Mal'lor let go of the Basilisk and went towards one of the fighters, which was dead in the water with no power.  Once he landed on the fighters hull, he brought out his sword, and placed it at the base of the cockpit door.  The pilot tried to equip his rebreather as Mal'lor attempted to pry open the cockpit, but Mal'lor proved the quicker, as the cockpit came swinging open and the pilot twisted and gasped in his chair.  Mal'lor swiftly thrust the blade through the man, and turned towards his Basilisk.  It had already destroyed the last two fighters, with a malicious attack alternating between laser fire and brute force, finished by the War Droid slaming the two wrecks together until they were nothing but scrap metal.

As the Basilisk returned to Mal'lor, he recieved a transmission from one of the fighters.

Sir, we are getting a distress signal from an unidentified vessel, it appears to be a freighter of some sort.

"Two of you, attach grappling cables to the freighter, and carry it towards the Iniquitous. have them take it in with the tractor beam and  hold it in the hangar until the current situation is resolved.  After that, return as fast as possible"



After Mal'lors' initial shock and awe assault, the battle quickly changed pace, putting the remaining Republic fighters in a moment of panic, a moment the the Mandalorians' capitalized on.  The assault squads let loose a barrage of laser fire and torpedos, shattering the Republic forces and forcing the remaining fighters back towards the Preserver, under the protection of the flagships' defense turrets.  Dan'el order the men to fall back and regroup, no point in charging in blindly.  He had done more than enough out here, now was the time to regroup with his master and take the fight to the Jedi.

He had them men form a net around the Preserver, making sure that no escape pods could leave the approaching slaughter, and began his approach.  Turret blasts are inconsequential to a Basilisks' armor, since they are made to fight against heavy fire, and did little to stop Mal'lors' charge straight into the hangar, taking out a fighter as it was about to take off.  After a few moments of fear, the Republic soldiers began to fire against the Sith Lord.  He left the War Droid to wreck havoc in the hangar bay and protect the masters' ship, as Mal'lor himself marched forward to rejoin the other Sith.

"Iniquitous, send a boarding crew to the Preserver, we need this ship taken swiftly.  The quicker it is done, the less the Republic knows of us.

 

[2ndGrds_Ghost]

The Lieutenant heard the order from the Mandalorian Sith.
Time seemed to move in ticks.

Tick. Blaster carbines and rifles were charged up.

Tick. Helmets pulled on.

Tick. Soldiers standing up, grabbing the hand grips on the ceiling.

Tick... The shuttle taking off.

TICK. The shuttle screeched into the hanger.

TICK. Lieutenant Dernsorl pulled on his helmet.

Tick.... The ramp lowered with a thud

Thirty-Seven soldiers charged off the shuttle, rifles and carbines raised. They formed into three teams of ten, with the remaining seven being supported by the units battle droids. Canthurn charged off the ramp after his men, boots clanging on the dura-steel floor.

"My lord's, this is Lieutenant Dernsorl. The boarding team has arrived."

With that, the troopers began swarming throughout the ship, each team of Ten bursting into key area's, hosing down any marines guarding them with well placed blaster fire.

Lieutenant Rathari and his seven other men and their five battle droids advanced towards the bridge, moving to support their masters.

Canthurn grinned, blasting a Republic Marine who tried to cut them off on the way without a moments hesitation.

 

[Judean]

Kharr handed the training saber to Malus, "This may be of value to you, for your newly found apprentice perhaps?" He turned back in the direction of the hangar and grinned, "He is here." The group continued towards the bridge, slower than before to allow Mal'lor to reach them before they made contact with the Jedi. They stood before the entrance to the bridge, he sensed five Jedi, two being significantly more powerful then the other three. Also as with most vessels, a detachment of troopers were stationed there as well.

"My lord's, this is Lieutenant Rathari. The boarding team has arrived."

Kharr spoke quickly to the team, "Be cautious, there are still many marines without the ship. Though they should not be any trouble for soldiers like yourselves."

Mal'lor rounded the corner as Kharr had unholstered his saber, "My apprentice has finally arrived, I'm glad you have decided to join us." With that statement, he walked into the Bridge. He noticed several familiar faces among the Jedi. One of them spoke as they readied themselves, "Darth Kharr, that is your new name?" asked a man named Drayen Dur, a Jedi Master. "Yes blind one, it is. Should you see the fault of your ways now, you should not all have to perish." They did not flinch at the statement.

Kharr spoke through the force to Malus and Mal'lor. "Malus take the boy and deal with the marines..." Kharr looked at the Jedi, "Me and my apprentice are more than capable of destroying these Jedi." The hum of his lightsaber clashing with Drayen's echoed throughout the room.

 

[2ndGrds_Ghost]

Canthurn stared at the twenty or so prisoners his men had captured. The Republic crewmen and Marines were on their knee's, hands behind their head. One of his soldiers was behind each, the remaining seventeen plus five droids forming a perimeter around them as the young lieutenant listened to his Sergeant.

".....Darth Kharr has engaged the Jedi Lieutenant, your orders?"

Canthurn thought for a moment, "Our master is more than capable of dealing with the Jedi dogs himself....however..." he grinned, "There is a way for us to give him an edge. Perhaps bring one of the Jedi over."

He un holstered his blaster pistol and had one of his men begin working on connecting them to the Ships loudspeakers.

 

[Grimmend]

This wasn't Dan'els' first right against a Jedi, but it was his first as a Sith Lord.  As such, Dan'el had yet to bring himself to build his lightsabers, as he felt the need to defeat a Jedi without one before he earned the right to posess one.  While Kharr had the honor of dueling with the renound Drayen Dur, Mal'lor would content himself with the padawans whom served as his escort.  The apprentices unsheathed their sabers, and took stances against the Mandalorian.  The positioning, the slight movements of the hands, the look in their eyes gave away their true feelings; fear.  They had the unfortunate pleasure of see this one Sith turn the tide of war from the safety of the bridge, and now he was standing right in front of them, the desire to fight practically emanating from him.

Dan'el looked over the apprentices, but then one caught his eye.  This one seemed more relaxed, more refined in his movements, like his master.  This man was clearly Durs' top student, which became more apparent when he brought out his sabers; two brilliant silver blades, a rarity unworthy of its current master, and a dilemma one particular Sith was about to rectify.  He may have still been wearing the helmet, but the young Jedi knew that he was the target, and attempted to land the first strike.  He was a dangerous foe, but still needed some practice in his swordsmanship.  Dan'els' Echani training proved the superior form, as he parried the man at the wrists, griped his right arm and saber, and kicked him square in the chest.  He slid back 5 feet, but still stood his ground as the other apprentices moved in to cover him.  Their was a flicker of annoyance at having his weapon stolen, but he hid it well.  Mal'lor let out a low chuckle, and began to coax the apprentices into attacking once more.

 

[vadermath]

Darth Malus turned to Vun'Katar.

"I have a training saber for you, my apprentice, but you are yet untrained in Force combat; today, for the last time, I shall ask you to rely on your ordinary weapons."

"Malus take the boy and deal with the marines..."

After a small nod of agreement to Kharr, Malus and Vun'Katar turned to the section of elite Republic troopers who were clearly tasked with providing backup to the Jedi on the bridge. As the sabers of Darth Kharr and Master Drayen hissed upon clashing, and Mal'lor's Mandalorians swarmed upon the rest of the Jedi, the Republic Marines rained fire upon them.

"Take cover, Vun'Katar, and aim your shots at the officers! The uneducated grunts will be useless without their coordination!" His apprentice ducked for cover behind some debris, but the enemy fire was too persistent and great to dodge. For the moment, Malus raised a Force shield around them, but even with his power, it would not hold for long. This gave them a pause, however, as the Republic troops were surprised to see their shots ricochet off an invisible wall the Sith Lord was generating. Just as Malus breathed a sigh of relief, an explosion erupted right before his eyes. His shield was disrupted, by a Republic trooper wielding a portable missile launcher.

His eyes widened in horror as he realized the man was reloading his immense weapon.

"VUN'KATAR! SHOOT HIM, NOW!"

 

[Rhudda Ar Clogyn Barfau]

"I have a training saber for you, my apprentice, but you are yet untrained in Force combat; today, for the last time, I shall ask you to rely on your ordinary weapons."

A training saber... what did they think of him. Csol ignited the green blade of the saber and touched it. Without flinching his skin simply smoldered. This was no true saber, it cannot cut, it would just burns. In the end it is better for them to underestimate him.



"VUN'KATAR! SHOOT HIM, NOW!"

Good, no more of this hiding behind the force. However, he was out off ammo for his pistol. Quickly he stood up dodging three bolts and flung his vibrosword towards the rocket launcher weilding trooper. The blade flew straight, plunging into his chest. The marine collapsed to the floor bleeding and yelping. 

Now unarmed Vun'katar was forced to ignite the incompetent padawan's training lightsaber. Despite being fairly untrained with a lightsaber, most of Csol's life was spent training and weilding melee weapons, not to mention his extreme reflexes and speed.  Vun'Katar spun the lightsaber round in his hand and walked calmly into the fray, it was time to practice with this thing...

 

[Judean]

The two masters locked sabers, seemingly oblivious to the chaos around them. "Your outnumbered Kharr, surrender and you can still redeem yourself!" Kharr ignored the comment, and unleashed a wave of the force pushing Drayen several feet away. Mal'lor was battling two of the several Jedi, though it seemed he was doing fairly well. Kharr engaged the others, cutting down one quickly with sheer will. He attacked another, the Jedi blocked and countered. The Sith Lord rebounded quickly however, and slayed him as well. Their bodies laid slain on the floor, with Drayen and his apprentice opposing Kharr.

Darth Kharr sensed something, a ripple in the force, though he disregarded it as he prepared to defeat the remaining Jedi. Mal'lor joined him. A quick paced battle ensued, Drayen attacked quickly, showing his mastery of Djem-So. It was truly a battle to behold, though it seemed Kharr was  at a disadvantage for a moment, but appearances can be deceiving. He held out his hands, electrifying Drayen with a terrifying show of force lightning. The master had fallen to the ground temporarily paralyzed. Kharr leaned over Drayen, readying a finishing blow. "You should have fallen to the Dark Side Drayen, what a poor waste of..." The ship rocked violently forcing him to hesitate.

He left Drayen there, knowing he could not move to look out the windows of the Bridge, and saw something he thought impossible. The Sith Empire's fleet dropped out of hyperspace. The Sith troopers lended to Kharr's forces turned on the men loyal to him, and the Empire's fleet attacked his while vulnerable. "Traitorous Sith, why should I be surprised..."

 

[2ndGrds_Ghost]

Lieutenant Dernsorl was knocked off his feet as the ship rocked. He rubbed his head, grunting and standing back up. He then was given a lovely sight of the Imperial Marines who had followed behind his men shooting at him.

"Boys and girls! Empires stabbed us in the back! Don't let these Imp bastards get to the bridge!" he bellowed as laser bolts filled the hallway. Two guards shuffled the Prisoners to an area in cover as the rest of the thirty-five men and five droids took up positions, returning fire. Dernsorl grimaced as three of his men went down from repeated blaster hits. He stood up, raising his blaster pistol and squeezing the trigger. The bolt hit true, hitting one of the soldiers in the chest....but then there was a sharp pain in his shoulder and Dernsorl hit the deck. Two more of his men hit the hallway.

Bastards are going to overrun us....

He pushed himself up against a terminal and barked out orders. At once, thirty soldiers popped around at the same time and opened fire at the Imp side of the hallway.

It was suddenly very quiet in the hallway. For now.

"My lords-" Canthurn winces, using the terminal to connect to the bridge, "The Imperial Marines turned on us, we've killed the ones in the hallway leading to the bridge. I've got five men down, two droids non-functional. Orders?"

 

[vadermath]

Malus made one final effort, and at his whim, one of the computer consoles on the bridge was dislodged. He hurled it at the last Republic trooper left standing on the bridge, and the Sith Lord was satisfied to hear a grunt of pain as the metal pierced his enemy's heart. But he was not content. The bridge of the Preserver was large, befitting such a cruiser; the front was a gigantic viewing screen, on which Malus could clearly see a much larger fleet of the hidden Sith Empire dropping out of hyperspace. He knew what would happen seconds before they opened fire on Kharr's forces.

"Traitorous Sith, why should I be surprised..."

The room was now devoid of any Jedi forces, save for the paralyzed Jedi Master Drayen. Darth Malus was angry, but determined not to show it fully; sparking hostilities between them would not be wise, now that the real Sith have betrayed them.

"Darth Kharr...I am, above all else, disappointed. You've been played for a fool by the Sith Lords, and so have I. When I approached you, I believed you were an ally of the Empire, a hand which would project their power into the Republic. I was wrong, obviously; they have used you to draw out the Republic forces, and now clearly intend to dispose of you, and by extension, us. You could now hope to be remembered as another doomed pretender to the mantle of Dark Lords, another accursed tomb to be covered by the shifting sands of Korriban in the Valley of The Sith.

But do not despair, fallen Jedi! You are surprised? Yes, I know more of you past than you think, Darth Kharr! But hear me, for I have spent my youth traversing the galaxy on an eternal quest for power and knowledge. The Sith Empire that has betrayed you is nothing but a new generation of dark-siders, devoid of any tradition or wisdom. They are rotten, ruthless, and cunning, as all of our ancient order have been, but they have forgotten the old ways.

They despise the teachings of the Jedi, but forget they stem from it. I doubt the highest Lords of this Empire could recite the names of the first Dark Jedi who named themselves Sith; I have uncovered their tombs, and studied their secrets. Their bitter spirits whispered to me in the darkness, and I have learned a great many things. I do not ask for your trust, Kharr, for I know that is not our way. I will, however, ask for your patience. Together, we shall survive this, and take revenge on these traitorous Sith."

He then turned to Vun'Katar.

"My apprentice. Now comes your first true test. Will you abandon us, or join our cause? Tell me nothing, for words are wind. A chance has presented itself for you to prove your loyalty..." He turned to the paralyzed Jedi Master.

"...finish the Jedi!"

 

[Rhudda Ar Clogyn Barfau]

Vun'Katar spun the lightsaber round in his hand and walked calmly into the fray, it was time to practice with this thing...

As Vun'katar approaching the battle he analysed his new found weapon, it was unlike anything he had used before, the hilt was far heavier than expected and the shaft of green light that made up the blade weighted nothing at all, none the less he would use it to his upmost. As he came to the close quarters fighting a Jedi Knight suddenly arced his light saber towards Vun'Katar, slashing at his face. Just managing to block just in time, the jedi's blade sunk into the low intensity beam of Vun'katar's training saber barely protecting him from decapitation. The Jedi's wild swing left his body unprotected, countering the attack Vun'katar swung his muscular fist round into the ribcage of the knight, hearing the familiar cracking of bone. As the jedi reeled back in unfamiliar pain Vun'katar swung his blade at the knight's body. It just glanced off, burning the thick tan robes of the Jedi. The knight responded by utilizing the force to throw Vun'katar into a control pannel, its screens and dials shattering upon impact. Leaping up Vun'katar rolled towards the Jedi springing upwards at the last moment, forcibly jamming the emerald blade of his training saber up and threw the chest of the jedi, who winced before collapsing to the floor. and so the melee continued...

Whilst, finishing off a republic commando a great crashing sound reverberated throughout the room. Vun'katar looked out of a port hole to see row upon row of inumberable Sith ships bombarding the fleet of Kharr... suddenly a Sith trooper turned the barrel of his gun to Vun'Katar's forehead, before he could pull the trigger he fell to the floor. Csol had with uncanny speed pressed his lightsaber against the armoured belly of the marine and ignited the blade. Vun'katar wheeled about to see the rest of the sith turncoats driven off by a loyal fireteam. 

"Traitorous Sith, why should I be surprised..."

Csol actually laughed inside, at his bizarre situation, the haphazard alliances of the Sith... lunacy...

"...finish the Jedi!"

Vun'katar stood over the broken and paralysed body of Master Drayen seeing the whole thing as a pity, he was a noble fighter. Slowly unphased by the Sith bombard, Vun'katar picked up a shard of glass, sliting the jedi master's wrists allowing him to die with some degree of humilty.

'Now, what of those Sith?' asked Vun'katar signalling the three way space battle commencing outside of the ship. 

 

[2ndGrds_Ghost]

Canthurn limped into the bridge with two of his mercenaries at his side, he saluted the Sith lords, but said nothing. He merely surveyed the bridge room and the damage done to it, barely sparing a glance for the bleeding Jedi. The young officer still managed to look as if he was on the parade grounds, despite being wounded and splattered with blood, the vibro sword at his hip testimony to where -that- came from.

 

[Judean]

Kharr was angered greatly, feeling the death of many of his men at the hands of these traitors. He thought it was an alliance, but no it was puppetry. He was used, and now usurped from his great victory. Once more the Mandalorians were slaughtered at the hands of the Sith and the Jedi alike. Kharr heard the Chiss cutting Drayen, and in his anger turned quickly and stabbed Drayen through the middle of his chest, finishing the kill. "Sith may have a reputation of brutality and cruelty, but it must not get in the way of rationality."

The battered mercenary entered the Bridge without saying a word, which made Kharr even more irritated. "A mercenary who doesn't introduce himself, rude and imprudent." Kharr thought on what Malus had spoke of: Power, an even greater victory that the physical one that would have been one in the space around Korriban. He then spoke sarcastically, "I do believe we should be heading to the hangar if we wish to survive this encounter." He lead the way back through the war-torn corridors to their ship.

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Spoiler

Grimm boy, when you do post just finish your fight in your next post and fill in the space that you may have missed.

 

[2ndGrds_Ghost]

Canthurn bowed his head, following Darth Kharr, "Apologies my lord. I did not think you wished an interruption." he then barked out some orders to his mercenaries, who fanned out protectively infront and around the Sith Lords.

"We are at your command. The Imp's went back on their deal with us."

 

[Grimmend]

The two apprentices kept their eyes locked on Mal'lor, and moved a little more cautiously than before.  Their defense was good, but not perfect.  Just a little more goading, and the one disciples' temper would get the best of him, and Mal'lor had the means to push him.  Mal'lor held the saber in his hand, and slowly spun it around in his hand.  And just. Kept. Spinning it.  All the while he kept his eyes locked on the one Jedi, just waiting for the moment the Jedi would strike.  After a short time, he did make an attempt for his stolen saber, which ended poorly.  He lost his second saber, and got his first saber back, square through his chest.  The second apprentice rushed in as his fellow pupil fell, but in his haste to strike, fell quickly as Mal'lor used the Jedi corpse as a shield, thrusting his second blade through it, piercing both Jedi.



The Jedi here have fallen, and no sooner does a new threat arise, from amoungst their own ranks.  The members of Clan Zura were taken by surprise, and resulted in heavy casualties amoung the fighter squadrons. 

"Hurs, status report"

We are being slaughtered out here, we've lost almost half our men, and the Sith fighters are tearing each other apart.

"Gather the remaining men and get them into the Preserver, we will be there shortly, and will muster a counter attack if possible."

"Voomak, Wu'dan, what is the situation on the Iniquitous?"

Wu'dan is out cold, one of the turret consoles overloaded.  The flagship is encountering some resistance from the Sith Imperials, and we have lost several support vessels to them already.

"Get Wu back on his feet, and the turrets online, we need every available blaster aiming at the traitorous bastards."


Mal'lor then made his way with the other Sith Lords back to the hangar, facing little resistance from the broken Republic troops, which were quite literally swept aside by the sheer rage and Force of the Lords.

 

[Rhudda Ar Clogyn Barfau]

The Sith, The Bounty hunters, Mandalorian and wounded alike cramed aboard Vun'katar's vessel. This was going to be a far wilder ride than the first. Igniting the antiquated engines of the Vagabond the ship shot out of the republic hangar as the Preserver exploded after the devasatation inflicted upon it by bombings of the turncoat sith.

The Ship flitted between crusier and frigate distracted by the chaotic and collosal battle. Vun'katar raced across the anarchy of explosions and lasers, firing upon any Sith Model ship that crossed his path unaware of whether it was ally or enemy. Finally Vun'katar had reached a calm eye in the centre of the conflict, though his passengers appeared shaken he spoke calmly,

'Inquitous or Flight?'   

 

[QuailLover]

After a tumulus fight on the bridge, the attempted mutiny failed.

"Lord? What is happening? Admiral, please respond!"

Alexi, cracked his neck after personally punching a traitor's nose into the brain. He then flung some blood and biomatter off of his hand before giving some orders.

"Status report."

A scarred wide eyed ensign nervously starting giving Alexi the low down of the situation. Fighter pilots were twitchy and shooting each other. Lost an escort when a capital ship opened fired on it. Eventually the bridge was retaken.

"Send a wide band message on all our channels... Sorry for the delay of communication. There has been a mutiny. I am fine and restoring the chain of command."

 

[Rhudda Ar Clogyn Barfau]

The Vagabond's communicator buzzed into life

ZZZzzzzZZzz... Sorry for the delay of communication. There has been a mutiny. I am fine and restoring the chain of command zzzZzzzz....

Vun'katar wheeled his ship around piloting it back to the now allegedly secure Inquitous, he have a certain respect for this admiral, puting down a mutiny is no mean feat. Taking the long route around the chaotic battle, avoiding and destroying the odd fighter Vun'katar and his passengers finally made it back to the safety of the Inquitous in one peice.

Landing in the hangar several recruits rushed out of the ship, vommiting because of their rough ride, that or their fear. Vun'katar and the other sith walked calmly off of the ship they were not phased by motion sickess nor were they troubled by fear, that was a feeling of lesser people.

Csol knew the Inquitous was safe for now atleast, when he was captured by the sith he noted its strong armour... and tried to guess its layout and schematics for his eventual escape which in the end had never happened. Vun'katar overlyconfident in his safety, ignoring the battle going on around him slowly strolled towards Malus' quarters he had to find out more about this lightsaber and how to modify it.   

 

[2ndGrds_Ghost]

Canthurn and his Mercenaries charged off the ship, clapping eachother on the backs. Canthurn opened up communications with the Admiral.

"Heyo Admiral. The boys and me are back. You miss us sir?" he chuckles, continuing. He watches the new Sith apprentice with mild curiosity, but stays silent. He's brave, but not stupid enough to talk to a Sith apprentice with that kind of look on his face.

 

[QuailLover]

"Heyo Admiral. The boys and me are back. You miss us sir?"

Alexi chuckled.

"Only if you bring me a beer," he chuckled a little more before becoming serious "Give me a status update. I'm pretty sure that the fleet were not the only one ones dealing with mutiny and traitors."