Siege of Mos Espa (Open to all Indie or Sith Brotherhood)

[Gian Greydragon]

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Mos Eisley was not a place Ragnorik saw himself quelling a resistance, what with his efforts being focused on his homeplanet, and the building of a Sith Super-fortress under the unforgiving wastes of his homeworld. By the request of his comrade, Q'san Genet, a Death Watch member who befriended the now Warlord. With a detachment of his elite, Ragnorik made his way to Mos Espa, as it was a quick jump from his world to this one, and was, without even slightly exaggerating, nothing remotely close to the type of treacherous landscape that was Barab I. As a Barabel, he was nothing if not loyal to his allies, almost to a fault. Leaving his work to be overseen by his most trusted allies within the Sith and SBZ, Ragnorik set off to hold the city of Moss Espa, who had recently received small-scale raids from the Tusken population, alongside his comrade, Q'san Genet.

He was a Mandalorian who had worked for Ragnorik during his days as a Darth, and aids him behind the scenes on Barab I to root out any remaining Jedi loyalty on the planet. Ragnorik knew his loyalties were to Mandalore and the Death Watch, but the Death Watch had been stalwart allies these past few years. He owed such an ally a favor such as this.

Mounted on two armored Dewbacks, Ragnorik's being the larger and more aggressive Grizzled Dewback the pair patrolled the city's perimeter, with several Mandalorians, fighting for both the Death Watch, and the Sacred Band. Within the city was their main force, barricading and fortifying a perimeter. Only hours earlier, the Tusken Warhorns bellowed throughout the canyon, bouncing off every rock and crag. Relative silence fell over the city, as the civilian population were evacuated to a Sacred Band flagship large enough to house them for the duration of the siege. As kind as this may sound, a lot of them may not return to to the surface, as conscripts of the Sacred Band. The men, women and children too young or too old to fight would be spared, and returned, but as Ragnorik sat on the back of his savage Dewback, the young men, of capable fighting spirit were being outfitted for rapid redeployment to other worlds under the scope of Warlord Ragnorik.

A final horn sounded from the canyon, as it echoed around 6,000 Tusken Raiders armed with Gaffi Sticks and Cycler Rifles. Ragnorik's eyes shot open, as the Sand People made their approach off of the sand dune. Thousands of Tuskens lined the top of a dune to the Northeast of Mos Espa, with more and more coming up on each new unit's flanks.

"Send the flare. We will hold here," he spoke, with a gravelly tone, from underneath his jet black Dragon MK I Armor.

"Aye," Q'san responded as he loaded a flare into a wrist-mounted launcher, and fired upward, creating a large fiery-colored flare into the sky, signalling to the SBZ and Death Watch to take up a defensive position. More men mounted on Dewbacks, armed with blasters, blades and lances alike, formed up behind Ragnorik ad Q'san.

"Brothers! We fight today alongside the cousins to our Brotherhood, our allies the Death Watch. They wish to see, once again the combined might of our forces, against these Sssand People. This One will sssee to it, that you will not disssappoint! We hold here in defense of this city. Take defensssive positionssss," Ragnorik proclaimed throughout the city through aid of the Force. The Dark Warlord's voice sounded to each man as if the Warlord stood next to him. His Barabel accent surfaced as his blood reached a boiling temperature. He was ready to demolish the fools ahead of him. With one hand, he held his great Faclhion, leaving the other hand open, with everything else he carries holstered, including his rifle, bowcaster, two pistols and a host of grenades, along his armor, as he and his mounted unit sallied forward into the flat expanse of sand ahead of them. The Warlord's Grizzled Dewback licked his his scaly lips at the sight of the buffet ahead of him, as the one who mounted him did the same.

 

[Vinn Esper]

Vinn had decided tattooine was a great place to begin his career as an assassin, or find other acceptable means of gaining income he had traveled from coruscating to the desert planet several days ago and chose to set down in the city of Mos Espa. Vinn wandered the desert city streets. They seem mad to be unusually fool of mandalorians being that this wasn't Mandalore. A low reverberating blare briefly echoed throughout the city. Vinn turned and saw a massive army forming on the hills. A group of Mandolorians were grouped in one of the cities many intersections. There were several of them, but they were vastly out numbered. Normally, Vinn would not involve himself in these type of affairs, but he somehow doubted the opposing army would care whether or not he was aligned with the mandos. So he approached the group slowly with raised weaponless hands. "My name is Vinn and I am an assassin," he said addressing the one in charge. "Being that were all in this same mess together, I would like to offer my assistance to your cause."

 

[Swamp Witch]

I was no Sith Warrior, but my methods of killing through subtle and creative ways afforded me a reputation of a fierce competitor. While my kin preferred killing our enemies with their lightsaber, I preferred to turn my enemy's minds inside out. Where my kin sought killing with absolute destruction with their lightsaber, I sought to turn brother against brother; and watched with haunting glee as they ripped themselves apart. In spite of these differences, and some similarities, one well known aspect that set me apart from my kin was this: Where they killed and left the bodies to rot, I elected to feast on my kills. I wasn't a mindless cannibal, as some would let their misjudgments of me infect their minds; I was the epitome of evolution who long ago shed the skins of her humanity for a more primal nature, that of an apex animal.

Cannibal or not, I was a survivor. And never short on food.

When I arrived to this desolate planet, it was argued among the military minds if it was wise to assign me troops. As per my tradition, I took liberties to alter the appearance of those serving under me. Fear was a powerful momentum changer. I was a creative Sith. So when it had been decided to assign me a small company of troops, I went to work with dagger in hand. Methodically I first carved their faces, surgically removing their eyelids. To further ensure my troops feared me more than our enemy, I held each one down and removed their tongues with my canine teeth. Calculated fear breeds loyalty. And because I needed dolls to dance along side me, I allowed the medical staff to inject pain-removing chemicals in my boys.

I walked among the small rows of my troops, observing their combat readiness. When the battle was concluded, I wanted my boys to smile proudly as their comrades recounted their acts of bravery; even though those that survived couldn't respond.

I slowly turned my eyes skyward, first seeing the flare hurl toward the twin suns before the final trumpet sounded. In the distance, I barely cared to hear the words of the Darth giving his pep talk. Swirling my right index finger over my head, my troops took their defensive positions; drawing their blaster rifles in the direction of our enemy in unison.

"Today you fight for me....today you die for me!" As the horde of Tuskens on my position drew closer, I said, "Legend says Tuskens know no fear....let's put that to the test." Gripping the nearest trooper by his throat via the Force, I snapped his neck with ease, hurling his body over the city walls then drew my own hilt. The horde slowed slightly by my display, and I thanked them for their brief show of fear with a smile of blood stained teeth. I, once again, shattered another tale of legends.​

 

[Gian Greydragon]

Q'san turned back to check on his Vod within the defensive line, as a self-proclaimed assassin approached him, offering his service for the battle. Looking down at him, almost wondering why he hadn't taken up a rifle already, he silently nodded. "Grab a rifle and fall in with the infantry, or hop on a Dewback and ride with us to meet them. We, the Death Watch, or the Sacred Band of Ziost will pay you handsomely for your service," Q'san said, before making a run across the established battle line as an SBZ soldier falls lifelessly from the wall.

"There's the Sorceress. I was wondering when she'd kill another. I wonder if Ragnorik knows of this. Then again, it is Ragnorik I'm talking about," he thought quietly to himself as he rounded back around, and rode back up to the Warlord and the other mounted fighters. Together they moved back and around to be the flanking force after the Tusken's initail charge. Partially covered by ruined bits of building from previous raids and attacks on the city. As they pulled back, the main force moved forward in formation, with mixed units of blaster wielders and melee specialists and a few Sith Sorcerers and Force Adepts. All of them would be needed here.

(OOC: @StarWriter has asked me if he could join with his Jedi, since he is being stationed here IC. As I want this to be strictly PvE, I don't want anyone to engage in conflict with him. If you or he wish to fight during this battle I do ask that you take it to a new thread. Give this post a like if you've seen this and know what's expected. Thank you.)

 

[Vinn Esper]

Vinn looked towards the row of troops firing blasters. He really despised the sound of blasters. The sniper rifle slung across his back wasn't well suited to this kind of combat. No, Vinn would have to get dirty today, not that it bothered him. Vinn looked at the boss Mando as he drew the vibrosword concealed on the right side of his hip. "I'll ride with you, and when we survive this I will graciously accept payment." Vinn replied as he climbed onto the nearest dewback, "what's the objective?" Vinn had further questions, like why were these Mandolorians wasting time on such primitive opponents. Most of them were barely trained if that. They hardly made for worthy opponents. Vinn didn't particularly care about the reasoning, he just found the circumstances suspicious. Vinn guided his dewback loosely into the formation and looked back to the Boss Mando, awaiting his orders.

 

[Swamp Witch]

I ignited Slayer of Innocence, my beloved lightsaber, and lept from the wall as the black-ashen blade roared to life. Behind me, my mute boys followed suit, squeezing the triggers on their mundane weapons as they touched down; dropping the first ranks of Tuskens. I marched through the grainy, hot sand toward the encroaching enemy, batting aside poorly aimed blaster shots. I raised my non-weapon hand, and another volley was released, killing the next rank. "Close quarters," I screamed, then charged head-on toward the Tusken army.

I met the horde, dancing through their ranks, slicing and cutting my way through them. Behind me, my troops switched out their rifles for their vibro-swords and met the enemy face-to-face. With each death, and blood spilt, sent me into a frenzy. I dispatched my enemies quickly, but haphazardly allowed myself to be separated and isolated from my boys. The Tuskens noticed this, and acted on it.

I found myself facing ten Tuskens, gaffe sticks at the ready. They charged toward me with their own frenzy. Flashing my teeth, I called upon the Force, and slammed my fist into the sand sending an energy of Force waves that rippled toward them; knocking them further back from me. I bit my own scarred tongue, tasting the iron filled blood in mouth, and followed that by dragging my own blade carefully across my left arm. The combined pain put me in the right frame of mind for what I was about to do.

Dark-Side Tendrils has been a favourite of mine for some time, but as I had evolved so did my spells. Calling on the Darkside to merge with my pain, I spat the incantation sending a dark cloud of mist around me; my being standing in the eye of the storm. The Tuskens, now recovered and ready to kill me, again charged into the mist. Bellows of the most ancient screams filled my black heart with love. Snake-like tendrils stretched through the mist, wrapping completely against the foolish Tuskens; turning their ragged clothed bodies into powders of nothingness.

"And now you primates have met a true Vahla...and I am legend," I hissed, re-igniting my blade.​

 

[Enuf]

"The Witch is always has her ways.." Luca scoffed, stepping from the ramparts of his ship, he was almost disgusted at her exploitation of her troops. Though he understood her tactics of fear. He kept his tabs on her, like he did with most. Tuskens were not known for much other then being mindless savages who hid beneath rags and crawled through the sand. This was not their nature, full scale invasions were something they did not do. Keeping himself calm as he slowly marched towards the Gate his Saber hilts dropping in both his hands as spun on his heel to Observe the now heard Mechanical Clanking of his Twelve Tin Soldiers, he never enjoyed the use of Live Soldiers but rather those who will obey him to every direct order. A Sharp, white smile spreads across his face as he brings his hand up "Forward, Form a Defensive line at the Gate and hold it." and they did just that. Marching in complete synchronization, a beat of War. It didn't take long for them to reach their position fixing a firing line "Fire at will." his voice was dull as their large arms brought themselves up starting their volley of Cannon Fire. Luca did not engaged the enemy personal, but instead sat behind his wall of Troops and watched.

 

[StarWriter]

Force Precognition. To some extent it was something that every Jedi, regardless of talent or affinity possessed. It was the thing that their exceptional reaction times and reflexes came from. That innate connection to the world around them that let them perceive it faster than others, so to speak. In some cases, as with those like Tycho, the Force granted them a deeper glimpse into their futures. Such insights into what might be, were not always clear. Some came as nothing more than sensations, feelings, broken images. And at times, infrequent times they received a clear picture for better or for worse.

As Tycho had come to Tatooine in search of his sister on a personal mission, such a moment would come to him. A sharp and fleeting, terrifying vision of events to come. In it he saw Tuskens, more than anyone likely even knew of all massed together unified, determined. Focused. Enraged. Counter to their natural tendencies he saw them waging war. Though the reason escaped his grasp. Abrupt flashes of battles, horrific and cruel slaughter reaped upon the savage natives. Mandolorians in droves. The sickening taint of the dark side. Red blades.

That vision ripped him from his meditation in a cold sweat, something terrible was about to happen on Tatooine. Having been present during the Tusken's initial organized attack, he knew things were not as they should be. That things on the desolate world might escalate but not this. This planet was not ready to survive the Sith and their Deathwatch allies. So much death. He had come here to find and free his sister and in every moment since his arrival events had transpired to pull him farther and farther away from that trail. Having found a secluded place within the mountains outside of Mos Espa, the Jedi rose to his feet and gathered his belongings as the first echoes of battle resounded across the planet. Some resonated through the canyons and gaps in the rocky terrain, blaster fire. Explosions and savage cries. Tusken war cries.

Leaving his speeder hidden in the small crevice, Tycho rushed of quickly, climbing up the rocks to find a good vantage point to survey things. Several minutes of climbing brought him to the top of a high peak that overlooked the settlement. Taking a pair of optics from a pouch on his belt he'd peer through it and zoom. Thousands of Tuskens lined a ridge outside of the city, something they generally would never do. Reveal their numbers. Much less engage in a frontal assault. As he panned he saw the forces of the Death Watch, SBZ and Sith Brotherhood arrayed to meet them. In short order he was able to pick out those Force wielders among them, particularly the most brutal ones. To which Tycho was glad he was so far from the main conflict. As a lone Jedi he was no match for such an army, but he couldn't sit idly by and leave the Tuskens to the slaughter. Determined to do what he could, Tycho leaped down off the peak and returned to his speeder. There was a great deal of work to be done. First thing's first, he had to acquire some more weapons. If he used his sabers, the Sith would eventually learn of it and come hunting. It was time for the Jedi to get some blasters.

 

[Taz]

Alor had been troubling a slave entertainer near on of the better watering holes in the city when his force sense was put on edge. He was not the post powerful user, no better or worse then a padawan or acolyte really. But it never failed to aid him when he needed an ally most. A fleeting moment later and the Warlord of the Sith could be heard as if the man had been right next to you. The two men had been on opposite sides on the first conflict over Onderon a time ago. But both were different men. The Barabel was but a soldier and Alor a hired gun, not yet reborn into his clan.

Now the mandalorian wore the crimson red armor of his clan, and loyally served as a member of Death Watch. Alor suddenly pointed in arm at the woman's door. "Get your pretty blue ass inside, lock the doors", he commanded. Turning from the woman he quickly ran for the defensive wall that surrounded the city. Calling the force to his legs to save the fuel on his jet pack, the mercenary leaped from the base of the wall and onto a firing tower. "Angle, I need you in the air buddy." The command transmitted to a waiting Razor Drone that shot skyward from it's resting place atop of the mandalorian's speeder bike, and signaled the mercenary in droid basic that she was online and in recon mode.

"Remind me to get you a new voice modulator when this is over" , he grunted as he leveled his FRAB-22 and lined up a shot on a Tusken who seemed to be barking orders from atop of Bantha. Puting a bolt through what would of been a normal human's nasal cavity. The razor drone would transmit high priority target locations to the mandalorian's HUD, as it was programmed to do. The two were so practiced at it now that it was almost like fish in a barrel. Alor lined up another a second shot. This one on a Tusken sniper who seemed to be having good luck taking down SBZ forces. The merc fired twice, one bolt into the raider's rifle, the second into his ear and out the other side.

"The Devil has returned...", he said laughingly.

 

[Gian Greydragon]

The Tuskens hoisted their Gaffi sticks, bellowing a collective warcry that shifted the sand underneath their feat as the first wave made their dash down the great sand dune, kicking up the sand beneath their feet, creating a haze above their heads as the charged. Within this thick haze of sand, 2 more Tuskens for every one that crested the hill joined their brethren, bolstering their numbers even greater. It was as if every Tusken on the planet grouped together here to remove the human settlement. This was deceptive, even for the Tusken Raiders. Q'san noticed the first Riaders to erupt from the cloud.

"Now! Charge, boys! Give 'em all ya got!" Q'san shouted, kicking the sides of his mount, and drew his scimitars. Along with the rest, including Ragnorik, taking up the front, they formed a diamond formation to cause greater damage to more Raiders. The saurian mounts moved swiftly, grunting at the weight of their armored riders. As they neared the easternmost flank of the attacking Tusken horde, Ragnorik positioned himself for the charge, igniting his greatsaber to its longest blade setting to act as a lance, and plowed into the flank. The Grizzled Dewback thrashed violently, using claws teeth and tail to attack, as his rider, Ragnorik, leapt upward into the air, to crash down on two most unlucky Tuskens, crushing them under the combined weight of the Barabel Warlord and his armor. Standing up, he reverted back to his advanced training in Shii Cho, slashing in unpredictable patterns, cutting through the Raiders and their Gaffi sticks as they were brought to bear in fear of what charged at them, while simultaneously utilizing his tail-mace to crush the foolish Raiders who were unlucky enough not to be killed swiftly with a slash from Ragnorik's greatsaber.

The rest of the men with Ragnorik and Q'san would remain on their mount and pull back for another devastating charge. Together, the Warlord and Q'san fought, blades and saber saber and tail-mace relentlessly battering down on the ill-fortuned Tusken Raider that came across their maelstrom of blood and death. The collective pain and anguish of the battlefield fueled Ragnorik's aggression, so that each strike connected with greater and greater ferocity, chewing through Tusken Raiders from their right flank. Ragnorik's sadistic thirst to kill and dismember, grew with each pained death-cry from the fools before him.

In support of the Warlord and his comrade, the savage Grizzled Dewback, who acted more as if he were at a buffet, than on a battlefield, demolished and devoured those that came across him as an unending tide of death, in and of himself. For the short amount of time he was under the employ of Ragnorik, his Dark Influence found itself deeply seated within the beast, who didn't seem to resist the tainting. A truly evil beast fought alongside the duo this day. The Warlord looked to his side to see the beast nearly swallow a Tusken whole before its heavily clothed lower half fell from its mouth. Laughing as the creature threw the severed body into the air and chomped down on him again, and licking his scaly lips contently.

The Echani Mandalorian utilized his jetpack after the initial charge into the melee, to hover out of the reach of his enemies, while hailing heavy blaster from his Harlaw Carbine, burning a beautiful crimson lined hole through the burnt cloth and skull of several Tusken Raiders before descending with his scimitars, set to a medium-strength vibration as he engaged fighters one and two at a time. His training in traditional Jar'kai fencing and Echani added a distinguishable style and delivery to his strikes, as he sawed through flesh and bone. One Tusken Raider, larger than the rest carried a Gaffi stick in each hand approached to challenge the Mandalorian in combat, wearing an improperly equipped set of Mandalorian CCT Armor, patched along his traditional garb, no doubt from a Verdd who fell during his patrol. With a wide grin hidden beneath his helmet, Q'san stepped forward, into an expanse created by Tuskens, as a small group stood to watch their champion take on another Mandalorian.

"Make your move, ugly." Q'san spoke, in a plain tone, as he raised his blades, peering into the eyes of the savage, through his visor prompting an enraged howl from him, as he charged forward. The two clashed, both blades and Gaffi sticks locked, Q'san nearly being taken to his knees under the weight of the 7 foot plus Tusken Raider, before he voice activated his jetpack, rocketing him upward, driving an armored knee into the being's jaw, landing on his feet yards away from him. As if he'd not even landed, Q'san rushed forward, bringing both blades to bear, lunging forward and swiping in opposing diagonal strikes, one bladed grievously 'nicked' the Raider's elbow, before hitting a plate from the CCT armor, cutting into it, but not all the way through. He yanked his blade back, sawing through the rest of it, leaving the plate useless.

 

[Swamp Witch]

Crouching under a high attack from my ragged opponent, I swung my ashen-black blade in an upward arch; severing both hands of the Tusken. Utilizing my long wing span, I shot my right hand above me, gripping the wailing Tusken by his throat. While I began to rise, I drove my jagged, filthy nails into his flesh; following it by placing a foot behind him, tripping him into the sand while pursuing my death clutch. I paused to look at the scene around me, continuing to drive deeper and harder into his flesh; until I felt the first spurt of warm blood drench my hand.

Our quick strike sent them into a route, driving the remaining stragglers straight into the Warlord's killing fields. There was no sense in pursuing, I had my orders and my orders where to defend and hold this sector; which I did successfully. Rising once more, I flicked my wrist tossing droplets of blood to mingle in the golden dunes; turning my attention eastward. I caught a force of Tuskens who managed to sneak by under the blanket of chaos, massing along a ridge line on a high dune, flanking the eastern wall. I was unclear who was responsible to hold that wall, but if it was left unchecked, these sods could practically stroll into the city, killing the citizens we were here to protect.

I knew my boys were weary, and though the adrenaline still coursed through their veins, we could never reach them in time to intersect their charge. Growling, I ordered, "Those on my right will remain positioned here to repel any counter-offensive. Do not allow yourselves to be overwhelmed...fall back if needed. Those on my left will join me!"

Moving fast enough to allow my soldiers to keep up, I led them back to the wall. Jumping up on the ramparts, I motioned for the doors to be opened, brining my support through in waves. We moved quickly through the streets, where normally they were bustling with activity but now deserted because of this conflict, in the direction of the eastern wall. When we arrived, Tuskens had already begun their unwelcomed invite into the city, upturning carts and laying waste to several kiosks and tented merchant facilities.

"Kill them all!"​

 

[Vinn Esper]

Vinn charged forward with the rest of the group plowing into the wall of oncoming Tusken's. He supposed the objective had simply been to kill them all. Vinn focused on the Tusken's faces as his dewback trampled them underneath and he swung his sword in a downward slash repeatedly slicing into flesh, severing limbs and deflecting the sharp business end of the raiders Gaffi Sticks. Vinn observed that these raiders faces showed high resolve to complete their mission, whatever it was. They also showed Vinn anger. These raiders were mad. Finally he could see the look of determination which was a what Vinn needed to see. He mentally noted the micro expressions of the raiders face and turned is eyes upward to the cliffs were most of the raiders still stood. They were coming down a hill about 75 meters away from Vinn's current position. Vinn was looking for their leader. A sudden sharp pain came from Vinn's leg just below the knee as a lucky Tusken had struck him with his Gaffi Stick due to Vinn's lack of attention. "Aah," Vinn proclaimed in surprise as he turned and delivered a vicious since to the tuskens neck. He gurgled and shook for a moment then collapsed. Vinn returned his gaze to the mountains were the majority of the tuskens were. Finally he found their leader. He was about one hundred meters above the valley. Vinn identified him the way his mentor had taught him. The leader of any military force was always the one who seemed more interested in watching the battle rather than joining it. Several Tuskens on the cliffs were waving stick and rifle and letting out their best battle cry's as they impatiently waited for enough of their kin to die below that they would be sent to join in.

In the center of their ranks however was a group of Tusken not waving weapons or letting out war cry's. Instead they gazed down upon the battle but their attention was not on Vinn or the Mandalorians. It was on something beyond. Perhaps there were other forces fighting the tuskens as well, Vinn thought to himself. Just in front of the group was a sheer cracked rock face it ran down the full length to the ground level that Vinn and the Mandos were fighting on. The base of the rock face was approximately fifty meters from him. However, that fifty meters was filled with the oncoming Tuskens. Vinn looked around. He had been separated from the main force of Mandos whom had pulled back. The only reason he had not been surrounded and overwhelmed was because of the brilliant display being put on by the Boss Mando and his man. Vinn turned his Dewback and charged behind the Boss Mando and straight towards the rock cliff. He plowed the Dewback through the ranks of the Tuskens and onward furiously slicing on either side and dropping Tuskens. The progress was slow covering about ten meters of his goal. His dewback now completely surrounded and taking many hits from the Gaffi Sticks was starting to tremble and Vinn knew it would fall soon. Vinn moved to a crouched and standing position aboard the dew back and held the reins in one hand as he continued to attack the tuskens with the other. The feedback advanced another ten meters before finally collapsing. Vinn went down with the beast barrel rolling forward as it fell.

Now Vinn was swallowed by the masses of Tuskens with thirty meters left to his destination. They were on all sides of him. Fortunately the ones behind him either continued forward or were still attacking the Dewback, unconvinced of its death. A small group surrounded Vinn, preparing to attack him. Several moved on him at once from three sides the closest was on Vinn's right. His gaffi stick came high and Vinn arched his sword up from low to deflect it away from his body, finishing the move with a quick jab to the offending party's chest. The Tusken went down and another pair Gaffi sticks came at Vinn from directly in front of him Vinn spun to the left and away from the Gaffi Sticks and collided with another raider causing it to stumble backwards as Vinn placed his sword back into its sheath. The bumped raider took a second to realize Vinn was an enemy but when he did he swung his Gaffi stick hard at Vinn.

Vinn had been waiting for this and caught the stick as he ducked and rolled. The tusken let go of the stick and was flung by the momentum of his attack and Vinn's maneuver somewhere into the wall. Now that Vinn had a Gaffi stick, he did not appear noticibly different from the other tuskens as they rushed by him and he weaved through them back towards the rock wall that was his objective.

 

[StarWriter]

With such an intense and bloody skirmish being waged on the outskirts to the north of him, he made sure to keep to the mountains and out of sight from the main force of Sith and Deathwatch. The rough, rocky terrain forced him to travel slowly, even by speeder as he wound through canyon and ravine alike. Tycho knew that even having only just made planetfall, with the main body of the combined army fighting the Tuskens, there would undoubtedly be scouts sent out to make sure their flanks were not at risk.

Standard military procedure, which in this case worked in his favor. As he came upon a convergence of multiple passes through the mountain, Tycho stopped his speeder and listened. Echoing through the canyons he could hear the roar of at least a pair of engines. Small, and high pitched, likely speeder bikes of some variety. With the sounds bouncing off of the walls of the canyon it was difficult to tell which direction they approached from so he would leave his speeder sitting near one side of the open pass and Force jumped up several rocks until he was able to conceal himself several meters above his bike. Lying in wait, the Jedi would lay flat on the rock, letting his robes blend into the rocks around him as he waited. There was no telling how many there might be, with any luck and if the Force was with him, it would only be two, or three at most. While he waited the Jedi began to use the Force, concentrating on the rocks all around him. Loosening several, including at least one larger than a person.

Once he was satisfied they were sufficiently loosened, he did the same to some of the more easily manipulated boulders on the next closest canyon wall. The sounds grew louder and he ceased what he was doing. The rocks had been primed and he didn't want to exert himself too much, lest this trap fail.

 

[Gian Greydragon]

NPC​

Dozrik Genet and two other Death Watch scouts mounted on speeder bikes came in from the West, on their patrol of Mos Espa's southernmost canyons, in search of any Tusken War Parties. Under strict orders to maintain radio contact with command back inside the city, they moved swiftly, maintaining formation, the trio scanned the canyon, finding little more than the typical Womp Rat on their scanners. Stopping just short of the position of a hidden Jedi Knight, to the tune of roughly 30 meters, the trio stopped, dismounting from their speeders to watch the battle from afar.

"Think we're winning?" one of the newer initiates to the Death Watch asked, clutching his Nova Blaster Rifle. His greyish steel armor was unweathered, from much else than a Tattooinian sand storm. He was very much green around the gills.

"Of course we are! With the darjetiise on our side, these cretins will be squashed in a day's end. The suns are still high. We have time on our side." a more seasoned member of the Death Watch responded, shunting the 'green' Mandalorian's shoulder.

"Oya, you two, earn your keep. Get a move forward, while I radio in our position," Dozrik spoke, with authority, as he sent out the signal to the base of operations in Mos Espa. As the othe two walked forward, a small pebble fell from the ridge above them, colliding and bouncing harmlessly off of one of their heads, prompting the two to stop moving and look up, just before more rocks topple downward toward them. One such rock fell on and nearly crushed the more experienced Death Watch member, being saved only by his armor, providing him with a buffer between himself and a crushing death. As time passed, however the Mandalorian would slowly asphyxiate due to his inability to expand his lungs. The less experience Mandalorian took to the air, sustaining flight with his jetpack to investigate, unaware of the Jedi hiding above them.

"Man down, avalanche, South side canyon, requesting med-evac!" Dozrik shouted theough comms before joining the others, attempting to move the boulder off of his comrade.

(@StarWriter)

 

[StarWriter]

Three. More than he wanted to see come into view but not more than he could handle, especially with his trap in place. The small scouting party moved in formation, disciplined enough that he knew he would have to proceed carefully lest he find himself outmatched. Mandolorians seemed to have a taste for killing Jedi and he did not wish to be added to the list of those that had fallen thus.

When they stopped almost directly beneath him he smirked a little to himself. Lucky me. Just a little closer.

Doing his best to become one with the rocks around him, Tycho listened carefully to the trio as they stood with their backs to him and observed the battle. He knew it fared poorly for the natives, so he had no reason to look. These scouts were the sole of his focus. The one in charge seemed more seasoned than the other two and he knew he would be the one to contend with most if things went sideways.

When the first avalanche began and trapped one of them beneath a large boulder he reached out with the Force, eyes glued to the novice member of the group who took to the air. He could sense the rocks around him, the mountain and the canyon walls. He felt a rock of significant size and as he caused a secondary avalanche he would guide a stone, half the size of one of their speeder bikes towards the aerial foe just below him. The deadly projectile would be aimed to slam right into the Mandolorian's jetpack, at an angle that would have it connect also with his helmet. The intent was to send the rookie crashing down to the ground along with the rocks that were now dislodged and tumbling down around him.

The instant that guided rock was loosed, Tycho would get into a crouch, grasping at as many of the most unstable portions of the mountain as he could and ripping them out a moment before he would Force Leap off his perch towards the next nearest cliff face. With luck, he would have brought down a sizable chunk of the canyon wall toppling down onto the trio. With luck it would trap all three of them so he could abscond with their weapons.

Tycho had a dilemma, a suit of Mandolorian armor would come in handy as a disguise, yet despite the nature of his trap he did not want to kill any of them.

Regardless, with the avalanche as a distraction Tycho would rush to their speeders and pilfer as much as he could from all three, using his cloak as a satchel. Hopefully, before any of them noticed him.

 

[Vinn Esper]

As Vinn traveled the wrong way through the oncoming Tuskens, he exaggerated the pain he felt in his leg, using the confiscated Gaffi Stick like a cane. Still he caught many sideways glances from the Tuskens rushing into battle behind him. Vinn guessed they thought he was a coward or a wimp. It was all Vinn could do not to chuckle at every sideways look he got. If they only knew, Vinn thought to himself.

Soon he was past the wall of Tuskens and staring up at the hundred meter rock wall he intended to free climb. Vinn glanced briefly behind him. Not a Tusken eye beheld him now, they were all too concerned with rushing towards the other combatants. Vinn turned back to the wall and removed his robe, which was his only clothing. His dark blue barbel hide clearly dictated that he was no Tusken, but no Tuskens had been watching. After tying the rope around the belt that his daggers and sword hung off of Vinn grasped the first hand hold of the rock wall. The cracks spanning the first ten meters were rough, jagged, long, and wide so the climb was expedient and easy. The cracks in the next ten meters were slightly less easy. At around a quarter of the way up the wall the cracks had become smaller and further apart. Vinn had to make a sideways or upwards leap once or twice, but he wasn't concerned about a fall from such a low height.

Now Vinn had gone about fourty meters up the wall. The cracks and hand holds were much smoother, smaller, and less jagged. This is where his climbing skills began to be tested.

The going was slow, each move considered carefully before taking it. His leg where the Gaffi Stick had penetrated him burned something awful. Vinn was just shy of fifty meters when a blaster bolt hit the rock wall above him and to his left. Sparks fell and singed his exposed skin. Vinn grunted and bore the biting sparks. "Stang," he muttered to himself. One of the Tuskens must have looked up for some unknown reason and seen him, opting to fire on the relatively defenseless target rather than going to fight against the Mandos. Vinn chanced a brief glance backwards, he could see most of the battle from here. There were other fighters, as he suspected earlier. There were more mandos of course, and a woman thrashing through the tuskens with a one handed red blade like the Boss Mando had used. Other people were here too. People dressed in black like the woman. Also some kind of building some of them seemed to be defending.

Vinn had no idea what to make of this, but he wasn't afforded long to think of it. Two blaster bolts struck the wall this time. One was slightly off to his right, the other below him and to his right. Vinn reached up with his left hand and grabbed the next handhold. He continued up the rock wall with the tuskens bolts getting closer and closer to hitting him.

Vinn knew a fall from this height would cause broken bones, or worse in addition to whatever damage the blaster bolt would do to him if it hit. There was nothing to be done but climb and hope. So Vinn climbed and hoped. He glanced up, about forty meters of the rock wall remained to climb and his muscles were burning from the exertion.

 

[Swamp Witch]

I turned my body to the left, avoiding an overhead attack, driving my knee up into the Tusken's chin whilst his momentum carried his face downward; finally spinning around him to confront a new target. Lunging my blade forward, my bladed pierced the chest cavity off his comrade behind him as I dropped my poison infused dagger into my hand from my sleeve; driving it backwards into the shoulder of the stunned Tusken; sending the neurotoxin into his bloodstream.

"Stitch that wound closed," my voice screamed pointing to a breach in the wall. The more of the enemy we killed, more seeped in; turning the balance of this fight against us.

I allowed myself to be tunnel-visioned by the wall's gaping wound, and didn't see the butt-end of a gaffi stick closing in on me. I caught the primitive weapon on my right cheek, dropping me to one knee. The Tusken flipped his weapon around, and drove the spear end at me. Angered and spitting my own blood into the sand, I caught the shaft as the sharp end dug past into my hand flesh; spilling more of my blood; halting his killing strike. I swung my blade across my body, severing his legs from his body; and when he fell in front of me, I two-handed my blade driving it with fury into his stomach.

Now I was pissed!​

 

[Enuf]

Thud. Thud. Thud. The Squad of RZX are far from quiet as they marched towards the Breached Wall as their Assault Cannons fired into the sea of Tuskens flooding into the city. Their Menacing forms firing in a almost syncherizied assault, one after another as they marched forward in a non-stop push to reclaim the breached wall. The Blaster Cannons exploding into waves of Tuksen Gore and Sand. Hopefully this would be enough to even, or hopefully turn the tide on the advancing Barbarians.

Luca wasn't far behind as he kept his hands to his side watching his Soldiers work. His steps were soft, though his Droids that flanked both of his sides were not as he approached Lady Cailleach watching her drive the blade into a downed Tuskens stomach. A grimace growing onto his facial structure a unarmored leather glove reached down towards the downed Sith Lord. Another hand removing the Lightsaber from his belt if the need arises to protect himself "I believe you require some assistance here, My Droids should be enough to push these...Savages back."

 

[Arcangel]

The Rigid-Class Corvette soared through the air over Mos Espa, the roaring of its engines overwhelmingly loud in atmosphere. Aryn sat nervously in the drop bay, waiting for the signal to jump. Tapping her foot restlessly, the moments before a fight were always the worst. Once she was in the fight, her head cleared and her nerves disappeared. But for now her mind wracked with anxiety. Double checking her weapons, ammunition, and armor, she felt secure that at least they would carry her through the day. Strapped across her chest was a bandoleer, holding extra powerpacks for her battle rifle, and she had as many powerpacks as could be stashed in the various belt pouches and compartments of her armor. From the initial reports, this one looked like it would be a long fight. The desert raiders were determined to take Mos Espa it seemed, committing quite the force to the settlement.

Before she could think more on the subject, an ear piercing buzzer rang through the drop bay, and the floor fell out. Glancing around, Aryn watched the first ranks of the Deathwatch soldiers step out of the bay and activate their jetpacks. With a deep breath, Aryn stepped forward. Her stomach dropped as the wind whistled around her, gravity taking hold. Her hand crossed to the other wrist that firmly held the pistol grip of her rifle, pressing a button before moving back to the grip. Her jetpack roared, emitting a loud fwoooosh as she jetted forward, zooming down to the embattled settlement below. The company of Deathwatch soldiers spread out loosely around her, alighting down on the settlement walls, covering as much of the wall as they could.

Coming in for a landing, Aryn pulled a quick maneuver to upright herself before deactivating her jetpack with her feet a scant half a meter from the ground. Knees bent, she landed heavily with some forward momentum, which carried her up against the rampart. Running lightly into the rampart with an ooof, Aryn quickly gathered her bearings and shouldered her blaster, firing into a group of tuskens that had begun to push through a breach in the wall. Likewise, the soldiers near her opened up on the tuskens, and they were quickly driven back as the Rigid-class Corvette swooped low over the main force of the raiders, turbolasers cycling as fast as they could, wreaking havoc below. Some six thousand blasters lit up in return, the sheet of plasma and bullets reaching out to wash against the ships shields. Under heavy fire, the corvette's captain ordered a withdrawal as the shields began to fail under the immense onslaught.

 

[Dark vador]

HK-100 arrived at Mos Espa hoping to find a bounty to do when he noticed to fighting "Amused statement: this should be fun!" he removed his red lightsabers from there hilts and had his jet pack spring out of his chest, as he charged into the crowd of Tuskens when he got close to them he stretched his arms out and span his upper body around cutting through the Tuskens like butter and setting others on fire from his jetpacks flames, as he landed in the middle of the crowd he said "statement: i will give you only one chance to run meatbags that way i will have the joy of hunting you all down one by one." As he predicted the Tuskens all charged at him, this was going to be a fun fight!