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Post by The Storyteller on May 4, 2019 2:09:56 GMT -5
THE SIEGE OF MUSTAFARThe Dread Army has brought it's forces to Mustafar to harvest lava crystals. Very powerful crystals used in numerous weapon types. With these lava crystals in hand, The Dread Army weaponry will be improved spelling trouble for the galaxy. With no real defences on Mustafar the volcanic planet may be in trouble. Dread Army forces quickly land and start attacking fortess Vader to get to the Darkside cave underneath. A massive force of Undead Dread Soldiers have landed on mustafar and quickly begin attacking all structures and harvesting the lava crystals. [/center] OOC Notes:
Undead Army specifications
Force: Immune except for face
Melee skill: Master
Range Skill: Master
Unarmed: Master
Phrik armor, alchemized Vibroblades, fully automatic blaster rifles
Plus they have tanks, Imperial Walkers, grenades, cannons,
Offensive force powers: Force lightning, force crush, force scream, force speed
Weaknesses: Facial attacks, most force powers
Please portray them correctly
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Mavi
The Sith Empire 
Apr 2, 2019 12:51:05 GMT -5
Posts: 70
Bio Link: Bio link
Title: Warrior
Title: Force Apprentice
Title: Sith Warrior
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Post by Mavi on May 4, 2019 10:05:08 GMT -5
Mavi had been ordered to Mustafar, even though it was not a planet belonging to the Sith Empire. It was a planet with many crystals, crystals they could not allow to get into the hands of the Dread Army. She knew a military would be behind her soon, so she took the chance. Mavi landed her ship a relatively short way away from the battlefield, hidden. And then, she focused. Every sense of pain she had ever felt, every feeling of hatred, of anger, of fury, of sadness. Her memory of her parents returned. Her eyes opened, a glowing yellow as her saber staff ignited in one hand, and her single blade in the other, as she stepped out towards the army, wreaking of hatred. "Come at me you putrid worm infested slaves." she roared as force rage fueled her body, she moved with the power expected of a Master, launching herself forwards ducking under the blaster fire and catching lightning on one of her blades before slipping the other through his head. She launched the single blade at an opponents face, catching an attack from the nearest vibro-blade, then turning it to the side and bringing the other end of the saber staff into his face. She knew her rage could only last so long, that in the long run, if no other forces came. She might very well die here. But she refused to accept any of that.
She pulled at the single blade, however one of them had caught it, bringing both his and hers down towards her, she ducked to the side ramming a kick into the back of his knees and a blade again through his face before pulling her saber back to her, a slash came across her arm as one of them managed to get a cut through. Her rage furthered and with both sabers she rained down death on his head. She was much to focused on the fighter, she couldn't consider how close or far allied forces were.
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on May 4, 2019 11:35:42 GMT -5
The dreaded undead army had finally taken the galaxy by storm, crashing against the established order like a tidal wave. Casualties had reached unheard-of-numbers and seemed to be in no hurry to stop mounting up at such an alarming rate. Slowing the Dread masters down and sabotaging their plans for galactic genocide were key to establishing a foothold in the war, catching a breath and striking back. One such operation was taking place on the barren world of Mustafar. Large warships competed for space dominance over the otherwise unremarkable planet, blasting each other’s shuttles and fighters to increase their side’s chance of claiming Mustafar as their own. Torn apart by volcanoes and drowned in lava, the burning world spewed sulfur and fried anyone foolish enough to venture too close to one of the boiling geysers. Overall, the lava planet offered nothing of importance aside from the ruined remains of the Brotherhood of United Sith and its later incarnation, the Grey Fire. Shame the self-proclaimed emperor Mike wasn’t around to see his so-called empire burn once more. He was probably busy languishing in chains within the deepest, darkest dungeons of Korriban.
Mustafar’s surface also hosted the legendary castle of Darth Vader and Funami finally had an excuse to explore the place. Indeed; however terrible, the ongoing war was an adventure to the brat. While millions were being slaughtered and the whole galaxy in peril, all she cared about was this semi-excursion to Darth Vader’s iconic base. To her credit, the girl did intend to get involved in the war – if only to spare herself that awaited her should the Dread masters seize the galaxy. The shuttle carrying her aboard rocked back and forth while nearing its destination. The pilots had to be commended for their artful ability to dodge just about anything thrown their way. Except the ever-present hot air. Even within the vessel’s cool confines, the rise in temperature became noticeable. Foreseeing the annoyance, the little girl had armed herself properly. Although she wore a pensive expression, her little pink tongue ran over the scoop of blue colored ice cream, relishing its cool, sweet flavor.
Immature? Perhaps. Delicious? Definitely.
Nobody could voice a protest as the shuttle carrying her had only one passenger. Her instructions had been specific – she insisted on being dropped. Not only it saved the pilots the time it would take to find a suitable landing spot and take the ship down; it was also the fastest way down. Apprentice to Darth Malice and immensely powerful in the Force, she saw no issue with that, even if her outfit and general appearance marked her a civilian who had no business on battlefield. Padding back and forth and wearing shoes completely unfit for the rocky, burning surface of Mustafar, her little feet appeared restless as impatience stole into her mind and made the waiting unbearable. Burying her tongue deep within the cool mound of blue cream, she wriggled it in and suffered the wait for a bit more.
Passing over enemy forces, the pilots commandeering the shuttle remotely opened the airlock and gave the child a short window of time to get off. None had questioned her decision. One step she stood at the threshold and the next she plummeted down, still nonchalantly licking the ice cream. Gravity did all the work for her; she only needed to control the speed of her landing via telekinesis. And then she realized everyone on the ground could peek beneath her miniskirt. She hadn’t realized that before a glance down at the unwashed masses revealed all too many faces gazing her way. Perverts! Her face flushed red and flicking a free finger, she sent a powerful telekinetic blast into the fray before coolly unfolding her parasol and positioning its blaster resistant disk beneath her feet. Those who replied to her attack with a shower of blaster fire were sorely disappointed as the salvo partially bounced off, partially dissipated upon touching the crimson silk.
The poor fool closest to her handing had been promptly decapitated after the little child flicked a finger his direction.
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Ra'hal Lexor
The Sith Empire
Apr 24, 2019 22:39:34 GMT -5
Posts: 108
SE Rank: Sith Lord
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on May 4, 2019 17:35:49 GMT -5
War. Something that has been around since the dawn of the galaxy. Often times, it cannot be avoided. When it is avoided by one group, still, others die. But this wasn't any simple war that could be avoided by simply travelling to a different location in the galaxy. This war would be the determining factor regarding on if this galaxy would survive, or if everything in it's path would be destroyed by the devastating Dread Army. Melkor, once known as Canderous Fett stared down at the war zones taking over Mustafar. There was blood and violence on every inch of the ground that Melkor could see, his ramp opened up. The smell of blood, and fire shoved their way into his nose, poisoning it with a distasteful scent. Melkor's silver hilt rested in hand, his blue eyes stared across the battlefield, mentally he was worried for Miss. Teriyaki. Would she be able to stop an overwhelming horde by constantly using the Force? Of course he had no doubts about her abilities. But going against however many slaves of the Dreadmaster over a long period of time with only the Force would exhaust anyone.
Finally, Melkor's eyes touched down on a familiar pink haired woman. The woman who spared his life, the Queen of Style and Disaster! A small smirk curled upon his lips, Melkor saw how much destruction she was causing for the enemy. But for how long? No doubt she had became a high priority target on Mustafar against the Dread Forces. Melkor simply couldn't allow a single hair on her head to be harmed, no not even one. Glancing down to his chest, Melkor's new uniform was much different than the Mandalorian Armor he wore before. It appeared to be of some sort of metal material again, however; intentionally smoked black. A shoulder cape flapped in the wind while he took a step toward the edge of the Firespray's Ramp. After the battle with Miss. Teriyaki, Melkor spent time practicing his abilities in the Force, he was getting much stronger in time, his lightsaber combat becoming more and more flawless in each style while he progressed.
"It looks like we have an infestation problem to me, K-7."
The droid responded by a series of excited beeps, which indicated the matter was agreed on. Melkor turned on his heel, while the Force in his body continued to build and build. Eyes on his droid, his right hand raised up to his right eyebrow's eye. A salute, while a smirk still played on his face the entire time. Something about the death that was below him was intoxicating. Luring him to battle, making him feel as if he needed to be there. Then again, that was the Mandalorian in him and he was well prepared to satisfy these urges.
In a Leap of Faith, Melkor flew down towards the battle, gaining speed while his body shot like a bullet near the opposite end of the spectrum. Left hand extended outward, he sent the force through his body down to his legs, for two reasons. One, to aid his body's joints in the landing. Two, to create as much devastation as possible. As soon as Melkor's feet hit the ground a catastrophic EXPLOSION occurred! At the same time, the Force exited out of his legs, acting as a mass wave. The Force Wave tore a massive hole in the lines of the Dread Army at his location. This could given an opportunity for allied forces, not that Melkor cared too much. A purple beam lit in the air, and the onslaught began. The young Warlord marched his way through the battlefield, purple flashes tearing through troops of undead foes, bodies being crushed and thrown across the battlefield. Where was he going? Right to his endearing leader, Funami. A visible hole began to form, Melkor threw a series of thermal detonators across the battlefield, only spreading the hole farther and farther apart to where it became quite noticeable. More and more undead began to pile ontop of Melkor's location, what was trickling down his face? Was it blood? Or sweat? It mattered not.
"Keep fighting. She could use your aid."
Melkor thought on Funami possibly being overran and it only aided him in his courage and urge to get to her location. His black gauntlet stretched out again, and sent the force in a compact push to the Dread Army ahead of him, tearing bodies left and right.
At some point in the battle, he met up with allied troops. They began to form their own line, however; met strong resistance. Battle orders screamed across the field, but Melkor had taken commanded. Raising his purple lightsaber high into the air, a charge was initiated. Suddenly, WAR CRIES plagued the battlefield nearing Funami's location. The troops and Melkor ran ahead into combat, and these war cries became as if an avenging angel to the fellow troops that seen them, the morale of the battle began to rise higher and higher.
The battle was on... and Melkor was L O V I N G every part of
it.
Funami Teriyaki,Mavi,The Storyteller,
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Mavi
The Sith Empire
Apr 2, 2019 12:51:05 GMT -5
Posts: 70
Bio Link: Bio link
Title: Warrior
Title: Force Apprentice
Title: Sith Warrior
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Post by Mavi on May 4, 2019 21:36:37 GMT -5
Mavi leapt back breathing heavily, her eyes wide open, fury ripping through her. She didn't even realize the troops had arrived at first, rather, it was a feeling. Two actually, that brought her attention away from the battle. Funami was the most recognizable, she tried to kill her twice, Melkor's however took a moment to realize until she saw the jetpack. Yup, that was the man who had managed to capture her. Now with a lightsaber...and Funami. She snarled, "I hope you both rot." she muttered, but she didn't have time to try and actually make action on that. Another one came towards her, engaging her in combat. They were skilled, and fast, and big. But they did not possess the sheer brutality that Mavi did, she was designed to kill force users. Melee combat was her specialty and they weren't going to take that from her! She let out a roar crashing into them, her saber staff and single blade moving with immense power and speed, deflecting and stabbing. It wasn't perfect for her, no amount of brute force would cut the phrik. But she sure could kick and toss them around, they might be skilled in melee combat and have some dangerous force powers. But they were more vulnerable to those force powers then she was. It was odd, for such powers they possessed, they still could be defeated by someone with even fewer such as herself. Her hatred boiled through her as she moved, ever hit was more then necessary, every movement faster then they could keep up with. Mavi was one of the most experienced force ragers, she had already been fighting for a good few minutes now and was not slowing down. Not by much. Though she did have a few more cuts and bruises on her then she did before, she kept going. Her hatred could doubtless be felt by Funami and Melkor if they weren't much too busy. And in part was partially directed at the two, both of whom she had bad experiences with she didn't let go of. If only they could end this battle, give her a day of rest, she could just kill the two of them. Unfortunately, that was against the rules of the Sith Empire. How incredibly frustrating. The Storyteller, Mavi, Funami Teriyaki, Ra'hal Lexor, |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on May 5, 2019 8:04:46 GMT -5
For all her power and position as Darth Malice’s apprentice, those outside of the Sith empire rarely, if ever took the girl seriously. Standing roughly at 5 feet, she was the exact opposite of intimidating, an image she had crafted deliberately. The pink hair sitting atop her head helped her plenty, removing any stray trace of danger. Even now, despite being impossible to miss due to her bright clothing and the fashionable parasol propped against a shoulder, Funami did not receive the attention a Sith her grade deserved. And that suited her just fine. When compared to the tall, armored warriors, Funami spelled no threat to anyone, giving her the freedom to remove more heads unnoticed while the Dread forces were busy battling physically more imposing combatants who screamed danger. The little imp playfully skipped over the ashes and bodies, forcefully ripping heads off as she went, singing and twirling the umbrella in her fingers while licking the rapidly melting ice cream.
Fun.
Multiple purple streams of electricity vocally crackled the Sithling’s way as several undead foes saw through the elusive brat’s guise and realized that if left unattended, she would likely continue to wreak havoc without repercussion. Some called Force lightning the purest manifestation of the dark side, a display of complete and utter mastery over the Force. The enemy forces turned out tougher than previously thought, a startling realization that his Funami as she spun and saw the purple barrage racing toward her. A gasp escaped her lips as she barely managed to block the dark side onslaught in the brink of time by raising the parasol and catching the arching bolts. Hand raised, fingers wriggling, she called forth the brutal and merciless strength of her telekinetic prowess. More heads violently turned went around the axis, snapping bone and tearing muscle before a powerful yank separated them from the body.
A burst of blaster fire came from her flank, denying the small child the chance to position her umbrella as a shield. It that moment, one of the armored bodies rose and kindly caught the incoming barrage before it could lands its mark. Although tugging violently under the bright red cascade of blaster fire, there did not appear to be many marks left on the body. To make the attacker pause in his attack, the body was hurled upon him. A thoughtful expression erased the child-like demeanor for a second. The way the armor effortlessly shrugged off the blaster fire made Funami aware of another fact; the raised dead were clad in lightsaber resistant material. The curved hilt of a lightsaber dangling on her hip beneath the red cape draped around her shoulders remained in disappointed silence. Funami hadn’t intended to use it in the first place and now she had one more reason to never stroke its activation thud.
Intent on discovering more, she approached the downed undead soldiers with morbid curiosity mirroring in her eyes and clenched her fingers into a fist in a new display of unnatural power. Telekinesis did not ask for permission or resistance – it continued to squeeze and crush like she had done to Canderous Fett, applying seemingly infinite pressure upon the armored plates from all sides. Only this time it did not stop in submission. The destruction of the soft body within continued until all that was left resembled a burst, crumpled can of meat sauce. Another proof a lightsaber was no match for the Force. A look of smug satisfaction observed the gruesome results with a sense of pride.
And that was that. No more immediate threats in Funami’s vicinity, leaving the girl in relative peace. Although people kept screaming and dying all around and the dark side blossomed, growing stronger with deathly throe, the Sithling sat atop the pile of bodies and divided full attention to finishing the delicious ice cream before it became a wet blot on Mustafar’s fiery ground. Unable to retain its consistency, the blue scoop of cream finally yielded to the little Sithling’s greedy tongue as it dug in. Her violet gaze disinterestedly washed over the battlefield in the same manner others watched old holo-series from the couch.
There was a flash of disappointment in her large, purple hued eyes upon spying a smudge of red skin in the fray. Mavi. The pureblood had this awful habit of showing up alive and well despite her best efforts of doing the opposite. On the other hand, she sighted Melkor as well. Like a faithful Sith hound, the man rushed to his master, tearing through foes with the fury of a thousand terentateks. So far he had proven himself an excellent investment and Funami couldn’t help but snicker, watching him slaughter countless beings in her name, cutting and cleaving his way through impossible odds just to reach her. Seeing such loyalty warmed her black heart of tone. Tossing the empty cone away, Funami rose from her makeshift seat to welcome the fearless crusader.
“Come to me, Melkor. I welcome you to Mustafar.” She said with uncharacteristic maturity stealing into her tone and let her hand gently brush against his cheek once he approached.
Seeing Darth Malice’s student, the soldiers tailing Melkor offered a crisp salute as she slowly walked down her throne of corpses, glancing over each and every ally present. This was her personal army now and they had a mission. Winning Mustafar was crucial to crushing the Dread masters.
“Good work, everyone...! Ah, don't be mistaken, I'm not talking about you, Mavi!” She called out, index finger stabbing the red Sith’s way and producing a series of titters among the Sith forces.
With a gentle twirl of the parasol over her shoulder, the girl conjured a sly smile and gestured toward the towering structure not far. Situated right next to a river of bubbling lava, fortress Vader had withstood the tests of time and continued to serve its silent vigil over Mustafar.
“Our next step is to seize the castle. An easily defendable position like that will become our main foothold on the world from which we’ll conquer the surrounding areas. It won't be easy, but every great achievement is born out of the opposition put up by the enemy. Remember what we have lost - and make them pay. The future of the empire is at stake. The struggle between the two worlds can permit no compromises. The new cycle which begins with the birth of the new, stronger Sith empire offers no alternative — either us or them, either their ideas or ours, either our empire or theirs!”
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Ra'hal Lexor
The Sith Empire
Apr 24, 2019 22:39:34 GMT -5
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Post by Ra'hal Lexor on May 5, 2019 12:12:15 GMT -5
Melkor's eyes rested upon his beloved superior, Funami. For a moment the brief hand across his cheek brought up a flash of memories unlike he had felt in quite some time. For a moment, the battlefield became deaf to Melkor. His mind went through several sequences of sudden scenes with his mother. Eyes clouded for a time, he witnessed his mother playing with him as a child on the streets of Coruscant. The scene returned to life for Melkor, shaking his head gently. A small smile rested on his face as he peered at Miss. Teriyaki.
"I'm glad you're safe, Miss Teriyaki. Though, I expected no less."
It was surprising that Melkor had done so much damage with a lightsaber, the decimated bodies of the undead made a clear path towards Funami. Cuts through the weak points of their armor, as well as force crush utilized to destroy them. One thing was true from witnessing Melkor and his beloved ability in war. He could become quite the potential Warlord for Funami in the future if she requires conquest to happen on other worlds. That's if Melkor survives this war of course. Walking alongside Funami, he snickered at the small statement given to Mavi, nevertheless believing secretly that she may be just as useful, she did after all nearly kill Melkor. The expression across Melkor's face became more serious as his blue eyes pierced the prestigious and fearsome Castle Vader. What Funami Teriyaki wanted, Melkor would make happen. A brief hand went behind him to the troops which embodied Funami's legion of troops.
"You heard what your leader has said. The Castle MUST be taken at ALL costs. Do this not only for the Empire, but for your families, your children, your own life. All are at stake if we lose this planet, the Empire and the Galaxy are counting on you and your abilities. The enemy will be no doubt fortified already, You will attack the Castle at ALL angles. By doing this you will stretch the opposition to breaking point as they attempt to cover all the possible ground of the castle. Air support will cover your heads, remember your training. This castle is the turning point of Mustafar, take it, or all is lost."
More than just a warrior, Melkor housed the unique ability to rally troops in conflict and times on mass doubt. A quality which lacked in the Sith, as the Sith were mainly those who sought their own prestige and their own power to be amplified. Melkor showed the qualities of a militaristic leader. Where some Warlords would stay in the rear, commanding. Melkor stood like Leonidas of Sparta, Alexander the Great, and more men of history, right beside the troops. Not only did this inspire the men and women within the battalion, but it also gave a sense of hope and pride that no matter how the battle went down, Melkor would aid them until the last breath. This act of courage would go on in the future as a notable piece in Melkor's identity.
Turning his head back to the castle, he waited for the men to get in their respective positions for the charge. Standing beside his fearless superior, Funami he awaited the command. Acting as if a Hound from the pits of Hell leashed only by Lucifer, his lightsaber and combat abilities would soon bring total annihilation to the foes before them. Melkor's eyes rested on the pink haired Goddess of Destruction, for a moment in time the small smile played back on his lips as he conjured thoughts. Impressed at her abilities for the most part, though there was parts that he had now found holes in as well. These would be spoke on at a later date, what he did focus on was the fact his royal highness must secure this victory.
"They're ready for your orders, my liege. The Empire stands behind you as a vicious beast, prepared to vanquish anyone who dares not kneel before you."
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Mavi
The Sith Empire
Apr 2, 2019 12:51:05 GMT -5
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Bio Link: Bio link
Title: Warrior
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Title: Sith Warrior
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Post by Mavi on May 5, 2019 22:15:32 GMT -5
Mavi was far to invested in the battle to pay attention to Funami's "not you Mavi", rather then answering at first, Mavi sent both lightsabers crashing into another Dread Soldier, grabbing another and sending him flying several meters into the air, leaping up after him and launching him into the group below sending them tumbling to the ground from their own ally before her blades returned to her hands, stabbing two more in the face as she landed, with one little grin as she looked at Funami, finally adding, "Still late to the battle I see." she mocked referring to her failure last time to show up until Mavi confronted her. Of course, it was an intentional refusal to show up. But Mavi didn't care, in her opinion she failed even worse. She still saw Funami as nothing more then a childish traitor with power. She narrowed her eyes at Melkor. This would have been a great time to kill him. Last time they fought, she hadn't had any armor on. And while she now only had armor weave, it was still enough to make a difference. But no, that would be wrong. He was here for the Empire, and while she respected neither him nor Funami, with a particular hatred for Funami, she was not going to desert her sense of loyalty. Not right now at least. She crushed back into the enemies midst, her blades a constant whirring and slashing, as she deflected, dodged, and crashed into them. One of them attempted to force crush her throat, but a blade came from her hand quickly ramming into the face, they released her just long enough for her to grab another one of them and send them launching into the others. Her muscles were screaming at her but she used that to her advantage, every bit of pain held her together, fueled her rage further as she let out a roar swinging her leg and sending another flying. Pure brute force and speed, and refusal to die. A blade came forwards from the number of soldiers around her, cutting into her arm through the armor, nearly severing the muscle. Rather then let out a cry of pain, she let out another roar. She refused! Her body would not be allowed to desist, she forced the muscle to remain, held together purely by the dark side and her pain and will as she crashed her hand into their face tearing the head from the armor before she started using her lightsabers properly again, she wanted to shout of their failure to kill but one Red Sith acolyte among them. But felt their lack of life might mean they lacked the feeling of what its as to be mocked for such an action. The Storyteller, Mavi, Funami Teriyaki, Ra'hal Lexor, |
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Post by Darth Malice on May 6, 2019 6:08:10 GMT -5
The Dissolution appeared above Mustafar and could be seem from the ground below. The dreadnaught opened fire on the planet below, it's aim to obliterate the Dread forces approaching the Citadel and any who got in the way. To Darth Malice killing a few to save trillions was a price she was willing to play. As the ship raining down death from the skies, she had brought some reinforcements and aimed to use them well. Orbtial drop pods flew down from the Dissolution, a few of the things that dropped from orbit where not drop pods however as when they landed, 3 Ukita erupted from the ground soon followed by 3 Uqita. The large creatures growled and started to swing their huge claws through the Dread forces. The drop pod behind them opened up and Darth Malice exited followed by 10 HK units "Engaging Meat Bags" exited the droids as they soon opened up fire onto the Dread forces. The other 5 pods opened up but appeared empty. They were not however as 50 Terrror troopers dropped their stealth for a moment before charging into the enemy forces and started to tear into them. Darth Malice, joined the general comms for the forces defending the planet "Let's get these things off this planet. Let's show them why they shouldn't mess with the Empire." The Storyteller, Mavi, Funami Teriyaki, Ra'hal Lexor, |
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on May 6, 2019 9:14:32 GMT -5
Vader’s castle was situated upon a flat plain of barren rock through which flowed a searing red lava river. No cover or shelter whatsoever, turning the field into a shooting gallery. It was a very easily defendable position, hence the girl's insistemce on capturing it. Nevertheless, the Sith empire had to go through the area to even reach their target, ricking everything before any skirmishes within the castle's walls took place. Casualties would undoubtedly be high, but every battle had its share of death and losses were ultimately insignificant in the grand scheme of things. If the Sith horde proved quick enough, they could theoretically storm the castle with low casualties on their side. Everyone awaited the little pink-haired terror’s orders, yet Funami’s violet eyes focused on a strange speck hanging in orbit. Her master’s ship – its characteristic shape wasn’t hard to recognize, even though it appeared tiny from the ground. The Dissolution’s silhouette far, far above started blinking, as if mocking the pitiful insects battling in its shadow. Soon after, the first blasts of heavy turbolaser fire rained upon the scorched earth of Mustafar, spraying it with death and molten rock while blowing potholes into the flat surface. What remained of the dread army and stood between her and Vader’s fortress had been turned into slag, inflicting heavy casualties upon the enemy. Whatever remained was no more than an inconvenience.
That was their cue to charge. Strike while the dread army recovered from the blow..
“Go!” Funami barked out loud and rushed forward. Unlike her allies, she did not really have to worry about blaster fire; simply holding the parasol in front of herself like a shield was enough to dissuade any blaster bolts sent her way from biting into her flesh. Those shots to miss her umbrella violently soared past her petite form and struck anyone unfortunate enough to get in their way. Beings who fell rarely got up, stepped over and ignored by the charging mass of Sith forces. Many shots erupted behind Funami’s back also, returning fire and finishing off the stragglers who had survived the bombardment. A casual flick of her free wrist hurled two reanimated corpses off a ledge to their final deaths and through the commotion, she thought to hear screams. Phrik boasted excellent lightsaber resistance, but not even its nearly indestructible qualities dared to challenge the burning magma river. The fiery nature of their deaths cast a smile.
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Mavi
The Sith Empire
Apr 2, 2019 12:51:05 GMT -5
Posts: 70
Bio Link: Bio link
Title: Warrior
Title: Force Apprentice
Title: Sith Warrior
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Post by Mavi on May 13, 2019 15:45:55 GMT -5
Mavis smiled a toothy grin as she saw more forces come in, and heard Malice over the comms. Mavi allowed the forces to be lead by the others, she was a warrior first and foremost and in this battle hadn't been given charge to lead aside from if she chose to do so. And she did not wish to do so. It could only cause useless conflict. So instead she rushed forwards again, crashing into enemy after enemy, her rage falling off her as she moved. But even she would get further hit as another blade hit her flesh, the vibrations tearing into her muscles before she could turn it away and dispatch yet another of these Soldiers. She felt the lightning surge through her body, but refused to kneel. Felt another blade against the back of her leg. "NO!" she roared grabbing them and tearing their heads from their bodies before her blades returned to her, she refused to allow that to stop her! Through her anger! Through her pain, through her focus! She forced her body to hold together, there would be no falling today! She kept moving, each injury she might sustain hurling her deeper into the dark side making her stronger and stronger, more focused, more angry. She would not fail the empire. And these mindless corpses would not be her downfall.
The Storyteller,Mavi,Funami Teriyaki,Ra'hal Lexor,Darth Malice,
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Post by Funami Teriyaki on May 19, 2019 5:31:23 GMT -5
The dark side’s potency had drastically increased in the fortress’ close vicinity. Giving both defenders and attackers an edge, it was the Sith forces deaf to the Force who had drawn the short end of the stick. They did, however, fight like frenzied animals, knowing their enemy knew no mercy or hesitation. No capitulation or surrender, no matter how many fellow troops kissed Mustafar’s fiery ground; it was a fight to the death, a fight that allowed them to make a difference and save the galaxy and so the Sith forces disregarded fear and embraced the spirit of the battle. With that and the help of the Sith, breaking through the dreaded invaders occupying Vader’s castle was a matter of resolve more than anything. Supported by Malice's bombardment that rained upon enemy positions and denied any chance of establishing a solid foothold, victory was granted to the Sith side.
In spite of her size and appearance, the pink-haired Sithling led the way and ripped the gate leading inside the fortress open, allowing her forces to flood it like a tidal wave. A beam of crimson plasma swiftly approached any opponent in sight – a ghastly scene, for the weapon was held by an invisible hand. Perhaps Funami wasn’t skilled enough to utilize multiple lightsabers via telekinesis, but one? That she definitely could, especially in such a simple, trivial even application. Abusing the resistance to lightsabers afforded by the phrik alloy that made the hilt, all Funami had to do was to motion the weapon near the opponent’s head and ignite its blade with a flick of her finger. Instant decapitation usually ensued. If not and her blade found itself locked with another, she merely extinguished it and turned its searing blade of red energy back on. Those who attempted to physically wrestle the lightsaber into their possession soon found it yanked from their grasp.
Effective, brutal, easy to carry out.
The close quarters and tight hallways turned into an advantage. Lacking the much needed room to cast a good swing, lightsabers had been rendered less effective. The parasol of hers acted like a shield more than ever, filling the corridors and acting as mobile cover. Soon enough, with the help of the imperial troops, the dread forces had been turned into smoldering heaps of ash strewn across the floor. Chest swelling with pride, the small child paraded across the remains with the arrogance of an empress. Over the bodies and empty suits of armor, down the hall, right into the main chamber, she strode in flanked by three soldiers at each side while the remaining Sith forces continued to sweep the structure for any stragglers. Funami cast a look left and right, watching the successful results of her efforts with a smile. With the siege broken and the castle secured, mounting a counter-offensive against the dread forces on Mustafar would become significantly easier.
“Immediately contact our forces in orbit. Fortress Vader is ours and the siege is broken.”
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