Battle of Alsakan: New Xenvaer

[GABA]

The Battle for Alsakan

The securing of Anaxes was easy for the Mandalorians and Empire. The Galactic Alliance had pulled out their forces, and all those who still resided in the system were the beginnings of resistance movements or those who welcomed the Mandalorians and the Imperials onto their soil. The armada spread its way through the system and in no time was ready to make their jump to Alsakan, where the Galactic Alliance stood ready.

The Alliance compiled their forces together to make their final stand of the core, fleets pulled from Anaxes and Coruscant, as well as forces from the Chiss-Allinace border piled into a large blockade. It was a welcoming sight to those who craved battle, then tension boiled as the opposing forces faced off, one waiting for the other until the Mandalorians made their move besting the Alliance with their tactical brilliance. The military might of the Mandalorians and the Imperium soon broke holes in the Alliance defenses allowing for transports to reach the ground in planetary assault.

Task teams of comprised of SpecForce soldiers and Jedi hold up their defense in several locations around the planet as the Imperials and Mandalorians worked together to secure the system. Alsakan had not seen nor felt such a disturbance on its soil since the holocaust of Xenvear, such a time long ago, only considered being legend amongst the naïve.

New Xenvaer

Artwork credited to artist Jordan Grimmer

The city of New Xenvaer had stood for ages, an attempt to resurrect what was once lost, it had exploded into a busy metropolis; its origins faded as ages passed, its name, the only reminder. However, now the streets stood silent, no speeder traffic filling the skyline; shops and buildings stood empty as the Imperial Army begun pouring in. The all too familiar white plastoid armored storm troopers begun their sweep, taking out the last of the Alliance insurgencies held up in the city.

Forces eventually pulled back, the remaining task force groups putting up their last defense at the New Xenvaer Capitol building, now converted into a temporary command center. The Imperium is tasked to take down the command center, a sweep through for any remaining GA soldiers or Jedi. The GA is to hold their defense until they are able to call for a retreat or either comprised by the invading armies.

Participants

Galactic Alliance/Jedi:
Jedi Knight Deenar Ica
Jedi Master Pax Sator

Mandalorian & Imperium:
Sith Acolyte Vixur Kolvaar
Sol'yc Cabur Sisk Renelo

Please remember, this isn't a competition. It's collaborative story-telling, so collaborate! Work together to make it an epic tale about how the GA struggled valiantly to defend the station against all odds and held their ground for longer than anyone could have imagined. The outcome may be predetermined, but you can make it a hard won victory for the Mandalorians and a heroic defeat for the GA. It doesn't have to be short. Be detailed, but most importantly, have fun!​

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Sisk Renelo, the Sol'yc Cabur, stood in the open hatch of his Crusader Gunship, the Perfect Justice. They flew low over the remains of the capital city, pockmarked by blast craters and littered with bodies. Scattered pockets of resistance could be seen, firing against the seemingly endless waves of stormtroopers that assaulted their positions. The GA troops fought valiantly, Sisk would give then that. If there were any survivors, they would be welcome additions in their next recruitment drive. It would be better than anything the Sith would offer.

He sneered underneath his helmet. Sisk held a deep hatred for the Sith, and had done so for years. He saw them as nothing more than tyrants, doing anything it took to propel themselves to the forefront. They threw away lives if men who didn't know any better in endless waves of white armor, sacrificing those they saw expendable and claiming the glory for themselves. The exact opposite of the Mandalorians. But their time would come, Sisk told himself, and when it did, he would be on the front lines.

The Perfect Justice flew at the vanguard of his assault force. 20 gunships, each carrying two squads of ten Protectors, flew in tight formation towards their target, the GA headquarters. It was an old adage, but it held true. Cut off the head of the Rancor, and the body would fall. Every group had their mission, and had been thoroughly briefed. When they reached their target, the Protectors would scatter, giving the GA to many different points of assault to hold vital positions without sacrificing some of the non-vital ones. The Protectors would fulfill their mission, or die trying.

He stepped back from the hatch, and faced his command squad. Most of these men had been with him since his days as a Bralor, fighting alongside him through hell. Sisk trusted all of them with his life. For once, his squad was quiet, running weapon and armor checks, preparing heavy weapons and jet packs. Whatever they encountered, they would be ready.

"Aurek squad, you're with me!" Sisk shouted to be heard over the howl of the wind. "We're moving straight up the middle, working our way to the command post! Anybody tries to stop us, you drop em! Bek squad, you're moving to the comm towers! Bring em down, and the GA can't coordinate a defense!" Sisk moved down the center of the bay, slapping each verd on the shoulder as he went past.

"You wear the Netra for a reason , vode! We'll make the galaxy quake today! If you fall, we'll meet again in the halls of Mando'yaim! Par Tor Bal Ijaat!" The answer was immediate, ripping from the throat of every Mando. "Par Tor Bal Ijaat!"

The gunship slowed, and executed a hard turn, a textbook maneuver to throw off the targeting of any unseen AA gun. It dropped quickly, and as the landing struts hit the ground, the gunship bounced once, then settled. The hatch was aimed towards a gaping hole in the outer wall, put there at some earlier time by the Imperial artillery. Sisk ran one last check of his systems and weapons. Everything came up green on his HUD. "I'll see you on the other side, vode! For Mando'yaim!"

 

[Apollyon]

The ground shook as mortars collided with the earth; the walls quaked as their kinetic energy collided with their unmoving force. Chaos had erupted inside the command center as the Mandalorian and Sith joint offensive crushed any and all resistance in their wake, an effect Pax felt as individual lives were snuffed out in the Force, each leaving a small scar on its eternal flow. Pax mourned each death on either side, something that was foreign to the Jedi Master, as a Jedi Shadow he had seen many deaths and been the cause of most of them. So this feeling of remorse for the loss of lives was foreign, it developed once he had lost his physical sight and was forced to rely on the Force completely to restore his sight to him, in many ways this was a gift.

The Jedi Master meditated silently amongst the chaos, allowing his senses to stretch far into the battlefield. Pax felt the heat of a single ship’s thrusters, the pounding of Mandalorian Iron boots upon the ground, and a familiar presence growing slowly closer. Pax’s eyes white eyes returned to their unearthly blue tint as he retracted his senses from the battlefield and restored his sight through the Force. Slowly he rose from his kneeling position, looking more like a warrior himself than a Jedi Master; his armor shone with brilliance, his Jedi Katanas were firmly placed upon his back, two lightsabers resting firmly on his waist with a third cleverly hidden under his waist cloak. The Jedi Master Pax Sator had awakened from his meditation and despite his feelings on the topic, the enemy would suffer.

Come Deenar, I sense darkness approaching…we must go to meet it, and ensure that it does not reach the command center or all is lost. However, I sense something else that is most troubling it will require my full attention in the near future, be prepared young Knight. Pax explained to the Young Knight.

Pax’s facial covering made of Laminanium folded over a thick layer of Hadrium, the top portion of the helmet suddenly slid forward to cover his exposed skull, the Jedi Master quickly lost all physical qualities of a Jedi in that moment. As he exited the command room he nodded to several resistance soldiers, they would follow the Jedi into battle without hesitation. Pax’s enhanced hearing allowed him to hear the communication chatter on their headsets, the situation was grimmer than the Jedi first anticipated. The large band made their way into the lower portions of the capitol building where a solid last line was built to stave off the enemy when the pushed inwards. Pax’s enhanced sight allowed him to see the trembles some of the soldiers allowed to slip through, the sweat beading on their foreheads, they were terrified and Pax couldn’t blame them.

Stand fast men of the Alliance, today we face an enemy greater than any, today we stand against a Darkness that threatens to blanket us, today we defend not only our homes but our way of life, our freedoms! Men of the Alliance, I ask you, will you fall silently into the night? Will you allow the ever encroaching Darkness to blanket you and snuff out your life? Or will you stand and fight? Will you fight for your sons and your daughters so they might have a better future? Today, we stand against immeasurable odds, but tomorrow let us stand victorious! Pax shouted in an attempt to muster courage within his soldiers.

A deafening cry went up from the soldiers after the short speech, one that Pax doubted himself, one Pax knew was based on lies. Harris had told him of this day, soon the Darkness would envelope this world as it would all others, but Pax wouldn’t breathe a word of it to them; Pax would allow them to hope for something, even if that hope was based on a lie. Pax steeled himself for what was ahead, soon ranks of warrior would collide as eternal ranks of Mandalorian Iron and White Plastisteel poured into the massive foyer, soon hundreds would die, war was never a beautiful thing.

 

[Just Matt Now]

Inside the Elysium-class Shuttle was nothing but still quite as the rickety transport shuttle soared out of the Imperial frigate that had found a hole in the Alliances defense. Vixur sat in the silence, as though he were in the deep, dark, emptiness of space itself, thinking of his current situation. Merely a month ago he was an Initiate of the Sith, now the Anzat was tasked with leading a platoon of Imperial soldiers into a fight for their lives. Though the Anzat loved it, an ultimate test for an Acolyte so new. Looking up from between his knees, he saw the men he was to lead. He sat amongst them to show them that he was no better, though that was slightly misleading. When the shuttle finally broke orbit, the silence was shallow, the battle that had consumed the planet could be well heard form outside.

The Elysium-class shook violently, enough to make the soldiers hold on. None dared look out a view port, their ears seeing all that was needed to know what was happening. An incoming mortar caused the ship to veer off its flight plan, pressing the troopers hard against the straps straining their chests, they now realized the importance for such safety measures. The sound of blaster fire was swallowed up by explosions and bombings, some of the Imperial fighters had gotten through to escort the platoon. Their destination, the capitol building of New Xenvaer which now stood as the command building of the Galactic Alliance and Jedi forces. It was a shame to have to convert a city's most important building to an nations last line of defense, or at least it's most important offense. Though this would not be an easy feat, and surely not the one to decide the war together. Battles were taking place on several different fronts on the planet, each one as important as the last, though Vixur felt that taking down the command station was most important. He also thought, after peering out of the right-hand viewport, that the city would have looked decent enough if it hadnt been for the desolate streets that were damaged from the countless bombings.

One thing that made the Anzat uneasy was fighting alongside the Mandalorians. He had few encounters with them in his long life, though the times he did, he knew there was no trust to be had. The Acolyte was placed in a position where he had no choice but to trust them. Not knowing much other than the fact that Mandalorians will be on the battlefield, Vixur would fight the Jedi and Galactic Alliance by himself if he needed.

Dodging GA anti-aircraft missiles, the shuttle maneuvered with sharp and concise turns that would churn the insides of those with weak stomachs. Finally finding a proper LZ, not far form the capitol, the ship landed with a thud. Its hatch opening to reveal the platoon of Imperials on either side, all readying their weapons to make sure they had everything in working order. Each unstrapped their restraints and marched out of the shuttle to stand in unison, their pearly white armor recognized by any and all that opposed them, they were trained and ready to kill. Following shortly behind, the Anzat placed his hand on the hilt of his Obsidian sword that was strewn in a sheath just above his hip. He felt for his lightsaber with his other hand, he was fully prepared, physically and mentally.

As were the men he was about to lead. Spending countless time training with these very troopers, the Anzat made his way to the front of them. They each stood at attention, with their blasters slung around their shoulders. Rushing to the middle of the top of the formation, Vixur snapped to face them, his arms folded behind his back.

"Use your minds, use your strength, use your hearts to instill the fear upon your enemy. The very same enemy who wish to drown us in our own blood. Who wish to spit on our dead corpses. Those soldiers out there wish to do nothing more than tear us apart. We embark on a journey that leads us to their front door, who the braver man than to come up to another mans door, kick them out, and claim it for their own?..." Vixur said, pacing up and down, pointing at the capitol building when referring to the enemy. The soldiers seemed to be getting enthused, motivated even. "Go forth, without fear. We are the brave, the daring. We can conquer all who stand to oppose us and take our lives. And that is exactly what they intend to do. So we tell them to fight, to fight hard. Because come morning, there will be few left on the battlefield who come to be victorious. And will that be them?!" He yelled louder, following with a resounding chant of 'NO!' "Then let it be known to all, that we were the ones to stand after the dust has settled. That we are the victorious!!!" The Anzat yelled, hie reply went outmatched as the platoon was fired up and ready to fight for their lives.

 

[Bubák]

Once again, he wondered how did he end up here. Why did he sign up for this? Because he wanted to fight? No, his role should have been purely supportive. As a healer, his duty was to help injured soldiers so they could keep fighting depite their injuries. Deenar initially disliked the idea, as a half baked healing attempt usually did more harm than good, but after some time he realized there simply wasn't enough time to heal his patients completely. All he could do was to make the wounded troopers feel good and full of energy, to delay the death many of them would have met if he tried to tend to every single patient and heal them flawlessly, and to send them back to the battlefield. Not the best course of action a healer should take, but relatively effective.

Kneeling in an improvised infirmary, if it could be called that way, he and several medics tended to the wounded. They lacked the necessary equipment, the enemy kept trying to overrun them, and everything looked just perfect. Supportive role, yeah. He thought he would end up somewhere safe, not in the middle of a battlefield! It didn't matter now, he couldn't leave the brave Alliance soldiers. If nothing else, his presence certainly helped them not to lose all hope. A Mon Calamari Jedi healer. A symbol that the Sith and their puppets could be resisted and defeated. Not only his specied have kicked off the invading Imperials from their homeworld, sending a clear message to Palpatine that even a non-human could be more than a worthy adversary. They have also survived Krayt's attempt to exterminate them. It was therefore logical that the soldiers saw something more than just an ordinary Jedi in him.

The young Mon Calamari focused solely on sending the Force into the patient's wound until the Jedi Master came to him. So he sensed darkness approaching?! No wonder, there was death everywhere! Being a healer, Deenar had a certain sensitivity to it, he could feel it outside. Not only outside, it also hid under this soldier's body, stood in the corner of the room, flew through the air. When he felt it for the first time, he wanted to vomit, but as time progressed, he got used to it. But what did the Master mean by going to meet the darkness, to be prepared? Deenar was a healer, not a warrior! Compared to the Master, he wasn't armed to teeth, didn't have much experience, and most importantly, his training has never been focused on combat! At least he didn't wear any armor, that would have needlessly slowed him down, while offering only a minimal protection. A direct his was a direct hit, no kind of ordinary armor could protect him from that, so why to wear it. Dressed in his dark grey clothes, he could move much more easily than with a restrictive piece of metal on his chest.

Nevertheless, Deenar knew the men and women who fought for them expected him to fight against the aggressors. With a soft sigh, he got up and followed the Jedi Master, not before telling one of the medics to take care of the trooper he's been tending to. During Pax's speech, several faces turned to the Mon Calamari and cheered up. They probably thought that a presence of one of his species was an indication of a victorious battle. Admiral Ackbar was also successful during the battle of Endor. Deenar wasn't an admiral though, he was a Jedi and this was his very first time in this conflict. By the Force, why did he sign up for this?!

He knew his fighting capabilities weren't the best. Truth to be told, he was one of the worst fighters in the history of the Jedi Order. Well, maybe not that terrible, but certainly very bad. He would be heavily dependant on Pax and the soldiers. This just wasn't a place for a healer! Did Pax even know of his combat "skills"? The young Knight swiveled one of his big eyes to look at the human, or whatever species the Master was. "Master? I am a healer, and, well, I may be able to fight against stormtroopers, but I doubt my chances against Mandalorians." He shrugged. What should he say? Pax was a Jedi Master and surely could take care of anything. Deenar would just get in his way. The Mon Calamari wasn't a coward, scared of death, but not a coward. Still, he knew his abilities, and he knew he stood no chance against another Force sensitive or a very well trained and equipped soldier. Good thing he could always pretend to be dead and then stab the nearest enemy with the combat knife hidden in his sleeve!

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

The bolt seared over Sisk's head as he slid into cover, Markus right beside him. The two Mandalorians looked at each other, nodded, and then stuck their heads up, assessing their position. GA soldiers had positioned an e-web repeater in the breach, backed up by a platoon of soldiers. It opened fire again, and the two ducked their heads down quickly. Markus shook his head. "Missiles?"

Sisk nodded in the affirmative. "Missiles." He turned to a Protector by the name of Caleb, hunkered down behind cover next to his partner, and shouted above the din. "Put a missile on the repeater! Covering fire!" The twenty protectors popped up in unison, and answered the GA's salvo. They didn't hit anything, but that wasn't the point. The GA soldiers ducked down, giving Caleb time to sight his target. Caleb hefted his launcher, sighted, and then raised the barrel just a small bit. When he hit the trigger, the missile streaked across the field in a small arc, smashing into the ground right behind the e-web.

The repeater detonated, the missile's shrapnel puncturing its energy cells, releasing their energy in one blinding flash. GA soldiers screamed, several of them thrown in the air by the explosion, several more burning from the intense heat. Fire from the breach had practically stopped. Sisk took a deep breath, counted to three, and then pointed towards the breach.

"Forward!" As one, the Mandalorians surged forward, each warrior yelling his war cry. A wave of black armor swept forward, overwhelming the GA position in a matter of seconds. Not that there was much to overwhelm. The few soldiers who remained didn't put up much of a fight.

Sisk activated his HUD's map, and routed their path to the command center. He sent it to his squad, and then dispatched Bek to their objective. They moved out quickly, weapons raised, heads moving. Aurek squad moved to the doorways, checked the halls, and then pulled them shut, welding them closed. There wouldn't be any surprises from behind.

After the doors were sealed, Sisk heard the high pitched drone of Imperial gunships. "Late to the party, as always. Hope they know where they're supposed to go." Markus chuckled, then waved to the squad. They moved to their target doorway, and placed a breaching charge. Sisk was tired if playing it quiet, and since the element of surprise was gone, might as well go in with a bang.

The Protector wiring the charge attached the last wire, and swung to the side of the door, pulling out a small detonator. He flicked open the cap, and positioned his thumb on the small red button. "Fire in the hole!" Sisk turned his head, and muted his audio receptors. There was a deafening bang, and the blast door flew out if its frame. His men stormed through the smoke, their blasters barking at soldiers on the other side.

But the GA gave as good as they got, and rifle fire lanced out at the strike team. One of Sisk's men dropped, his visor blown out by a lucky shot from a heavy rifle. By the heraldry on the armor, it was Janek Ordo, recently brought up to the command squad after heroic action under fire on Brentaal. A good verd, cut down far to early. Sisk roared, and swung his graviton rifle towards the offending GA trooper. The air wavered as he fired, and the GA man dropped, blood gushing out of his eyes and ears, the CSF squeezed out by the pressure.

The Mandalorians kept up a relentless advance, and Sisk heard Markus yell over the melee. "For Janek!" His second along several of his men had moved in close to a nest of soldiers, rifles blazing, forcing the GA troops to hunker down,and their beskad flashed as they vaulted the cover, sending red arcs splattering against the walls and floor. The men screamed, attempting to defend against the skilled warriors, falling to the ground, dead or dying.

"Push them back! We can end it here!"

 

[Apollyon]

"Master? I am a healer, and, well, I may be able to fight against stormtroopers, but I doubt my chances against Mandalorians." The young Deenar Ica nervously said, addressing Pax for a bit of encouragement.

Deenar, you must have faith in yourself, these men view us as their last line, and they mistakenly believe we are immortal. That belief, even though it is false, gives them hope; we give them hope to face the impossible that is why you mustn’t doubt yourself. This is a defining moment not only for them but yourself, trust the Force, believe in yourself Deenar. Pax replied, offering advice and encouragement.

Seconds after Pax spoke the first sound of battle was heard, a detonation of explosives, a single squad of Mandalorians rushed in from a hole in the wall; one screamed as he was cut down by a heavy assault trooper. The Mandalorians quickly avenged their fallen comrade, the trooper who had claimed their brother’s life was hit with some sort of new weaponry, he fell bleeding from his face and screaming in terror as he died from massive internal damage.

Deenar, ensure they hold the line, do whatever it takes! Pax shouted to his partner.

Pax’s hands grasped the twin Jedi Katanas by their hilts; he augmented the muscles in his legs through the Force to allow for a greater trajectory, and then leapt towards the Mandalorians in their cover. Pax drew his Katana dubbed “Kairn” as he soared through the air, and landed between two of the Mandalorian warriors. The two warriors shifted their aim to open fire but wouldn’t have enough time, Pax landed in a crouched position, a single hand was placed on the cold tile ground and through that hand a powerful Force Wave was unleashed. The two Mandalorian warriors screamed in terror as the Wave threw them off of their feet and slung them in separate directions, one was lucky enough to have been “caught” by his brother as he collided into him breaking his momentum and saving his life. The other warrior found a much more grim fate, the momentum of his throw was broken by a solid marble pillar, he crashed into it horizontally; the bones in his back were audibly heard breaking and his brothers were forced to listen to his final screams of agony and terror as his life faded from him.

Pax however did not stop there, his muscles still augmented from his leap; he repurposed the Force energy to boost his Speed and dashed forward towards another two Mandalorian warriors. Whilst on the move Pax drew out his second Katana he had dubbed “Torr”, the two Katanas would cut with the same ferocity of a lightsaber without cauterizing the wounds they inflicted. Two more cries of terror would be heard as Pax quickly bore down upon the Mandalorians with blinding speeds, his Katanas carved through their Armorweave bodygloves and blood poured from their severed limbs. Jedi Master Pax Sator would show no mercy to the Mandalorian forces, their screams would echo through the Government building; death would touch the enemy as well as his allies and Pax would be its tool.

 

[Just Matt Now]

As his men were rallied and fully united to their cause, it was time for them to show their might on the battlefield. They marched towards the capitol building, already hearing the signs of fighting. Blaster fire being the most significant indicator, though there was much more explosions and screaming that told the Anzat of the Mandalorian presence. It sounded grim to say the least, and Vixur knew that it was too far away from the capitol building to have been the Jedi or GA forces that are the ones yelling out in horror. The Sith could feel the presence of life being lifted, the presence of strong and capable warriors, it was surely the Mandolorians who were dyeing.

In fear of sharing the same fate, Vixur had come up with a tactical plan, though basic, he knew it would do more help then it would harm. Turning t his men, before they were even in range of being sensed by the occupied Jedi, Vixur commanded them:"I want a two squads to follow up on a frontal assault, concentrate your fire on the GA soldiers. The rest of the platoon and I will move around the walls and flank them from the left. Do not advance though, let the Mandalorians and their concentrated soldiers attack on sight, though provide cover for them. When we execute the flank, then it will make it easier to wipe them out. Now...Go!!" He commanded and specified the squads to lead the assault with certain hand motions. He made sure to not let his presence be known in the force. He had hopes that this fight would not come down to the last man, he wanted a clear victory, though he did know that it was not going to be easy. Keeping his comlink open with the assault squads frequency, he would need direct contact with them.

Seeing as how the building was already breached, they did hold an element of surprise of some sort. The two squads rushed in, going down the same path of dead that the Mandalorians had left behind, they were upon them in the matter of minutes. Entering through a second door, the stormtroopers opened up and let their fire be known. Aiming for the GA soldiers, catching them off guard, their initial attack was combined with the Mandalorians. Two GA soldiers dropped dead, an e-web no longer firing rounds at soldiers in the man made hole. The storm troopers picked off another before they had to cover from return fire.

Vixur lead the rest of the stormtroopers around the building. GA soldiers were spread out guarding the perimeter. Though the Sith's sword was quick to cut them down, even before they could communicate to their superiors. Rounding the back of the building, there was a more concentrated force of GA soldiers. Taking a flash grenade form a trooper next to him, the Anzat chucked it, the fours soldiers baffled and in a dazed confusion as they covered their eyes. Their bodies riddles with blaster fire as the stormtroopers finished them off.

Vixur reached for his communicator, "We have reached the back of the building, the perimeter has been cleared." This reassured him, though they would have to make it to the top to be truly victorious.

Right now Vixur's tactics had held strong, entering from behind the GA soldiers who concentrated their fire on the Mandalorians and squad of Stormtroopers. The Anzat was met with fire immediately as they entered, though his men fired back before he was hit. Blood splattered from one of his soldiers before the Sith had time to run up to the GA nest of e-webs. The Anzat would appear as a blood-crazed fiend, his Obsidian sword hacking away at GA armor, their reactions delayed as to where they should fire upon. Vixur's soldiers were now behind him, slower to advance, yet providing him with cover.

 

[Bubák]

He felt better, whether because of Pax's encouragement or by simply acepting the inevitable. He had no time to think anyway, as the wall exploded and enemies started pouring in. Pax went to fight them, giving Deenar some time to prepare. The situation seemed grim, indeed. A Mandalorian soldier who managed to get past Pax was quickly gunned down by the Alliance soldiers. It certainly looked like they could hold on like this, with the Jedi Master making a short work out of the attacking Mandos and letting his allies in cover take out whatever got past him.

Suddenly, several men dropped dead as stormtroopers made their appearance. Deenar immediately jumped between the white armored men and his soldiers, effectively returning the blaster bolts back to the shooters, killing two Imperial soldiers instantly, while advancing forward. The soldiers of the Empire knew they should form a circle if they wanted to shoot the Jedi, but the first one that attempted to run past Deenar lost his head to the green plasma blade, while another who kept his distance got his arm and head blown off by heavy blaster fire.

It worked quite well. When close enough to the stormtroopers, he used the Force push to scatter them around like ragdolls. Before they got up, he grabbed the nearest one and snapped his neck with the Force. It was like breaking a twig, really. The lifeless body was thrown at the strormtrooper who was taking an aim at the Knight. The impact threw him backwards, giving the Mon Calamari time to deal with the other soldiers. They tried to stay as close to each other as possible to stop each other from falling by eventual Force push, but the Knight used Force speed instead and charged them.

Four of them were so close that they were cut in half in a single horizontal slash to the left. Immediately slashing to the right, Deenar cut the soldier's hand, making him scream for a split second before his lightsaber cut through the helmet like a hot knife through butter. Spinning on his left foot, Deenar turned around just in time to catch several blaster bolts, redirecting them into the chest of another soldier. The smell of burned plastic and flesh reached his nostrils, but he couldn't allow that to distract him. More stormtroopers started coming in. Blasted Imperials, they deserved to die! They had no manners! How dared they to shoot at a healer?! That was forbidden! He would teach those imperial pigs a lesson by drowning them in their blood! Deenar was slowly getting taken over by excitement and bloodlust, almost not noticing a truly heroic attempt at taking him down.

A lone Mandalorian hero, apparently trying to sneak up on the Mon Cal Knight and melee him with a combat knife, was telekinetically grabbed and thrown against a wall, his body crushed on the impact. A fresh squad of stormtroopers appeared, the situation was getting a little bit too hot for the Mon Cal, so he quickly walked backwards. "Grenade launchers!" he yelled at his soldiers, who prepared and when he reached them and stepped aside, unleashed hell on the Imps. Most of the squad got torn apart, some tried to flee in terror, some hid in a cover and awaited their moment, not having much chances as the Alliance troops picked them off when any stormtrooper tried to take a look how did it look.

Deenar fell on the floor and breathed heavily, cursing in his native language as he checked his body for injuries. His tunic was scorched on multiple places, but he somehow managed not to get shot so far. Good! Luckily for him, stormtroopers weren't the best shooters in the galaxy. Quantity over quality.

Unfortunately for the forces of good, they were so focused on what was going in front of them that most of them didn't notice the attack coming at their back. Deenar's grenadiers were quickly gunned down and the Mon Cal himself had a hard time getting from the floor and blocking the shots. Kriff! And a Sith led them! With a silent curse, Deenar telekinetically pulled out the pin out of the grenade on one of the dead Alliance soldiers and threw the corpse towards the Imperials coming from behind before making his way to some allied soldiers hiding in cover, making sure no blaster bolt hit them.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Sisk watched the Jedi enter the fray, and the one with the swords throw one of his men into the wall. The man, a warrior of Clan Vau, seemed to be screaming, but anyone who spoke Mando'a heard the real words. He was cursing his enemies, even as he died. As the Empire finally entered the fray, the Mon Calamari cut down a warrior from Bralor, who died silently, his final breath rattling through the comms. Opening a line to the rest of the Protectors, Sisk commed a simple message. //Backup. Entrance hall.// Several affirmations came back, informing him that at least 6 more squads were on their way. But Sisk's attention was focused elsewhere. The Jedi in the midst of the fight. As the Jedi sprinted towards two more of his warriors, Sisk did something he hadn't done in a long time. He called on the Force.

It quickened his movements, and Sisk burst across the room, his Beskad pulled free from its location on his hip, and interposed it between the Jedi and his warriors. He stood tall, strong and angry, and faced down the Jedi, his t-visor reflecting the lights that hung from the ceiling. His black armor formed a wall between his men and this intruder, and none would pass. "It doesn't surprise me that you would be here, Jetii. You always seem to find yourself in the midst of the most hopeless conflicts." Sisk had assumed a dueling stance, The beskad held out easily in front of him, and he waved with his free hand, taking in the Imperials and Mandalorians that cut down GA soldiers around the room. "You can't hold, and trying will just get you and your men killed."

The wall to his left blew in, a well placed breaching charge, and three more squads of Protectors entered the melee, weapons dripping crimson as they cut down the unsuspecting GA soldiers. The blood pooled along the floor, soaking into the dust and running along the lines between the tiles. Sisk smiled underneath his helmet, and took a step forward. A GA soldier rushed him from his right, but his beskad flashed, quicker than the eye could see, and the man's body crumpled as his head popped into the air, a surprised look contorting the features as he realized what had happened before his brain lost oxygen and died.

The battle on the ground floor was over. The GA were just prolonging the inevitable with their lives when they should have been falling back to set up new defensive positions. The Protectors gave their leader a respectful distance, this was his battle to face, and none would interfere. Sisk could hear Markus barking orders, his gruff voice carrying easily over the battle, but he paid it no heed. With his left hand, he drew his flail, and thumbed the switch to extend it to its full length. He stood, an avatar of war, his armor soaking in the light, and his family's weapons in his grasp. "Surrender Jetii, Or I can kill you now."

 

[Apollyon]

Another explosion rippled through the foyer, Stormtroopers lead by a Sith Acolyte judging by his presence at their helm. Pax gritted his teeth as the screams of the dying increased in volume, the defensive line wouldn’t hold, Pax silently hoped that the teams in the hallways were prepared and their traps were set. Pax’s katanas parted Mandalorian flesh, the pair he targeted let loose an ungodly cry, one gushed blood from a severed arm, the other gurgled on blood as it gushed from a gash on his neck.

Pax had begun to move to the next group of Mandalorians when he was cut off by their leader, Pax stood fearlessly in front of the man, his foe. Pax could feel this one was trained in the Force, yet his connection wasn’t as strong as his or it had become weaker through a lack of practice. Pax gripped the hilts of his blood soaked twin blade, his posture was perfect, and he could conquer this man as he did the rest of them.

Hopeless you say? Surrender you demand? Pax questioned calmly after allowing the man to finish his monologue.

This place is a home to many of the men dying here, this is all they know. Why would I order a surrender of all they hold dear? More importantly how many do you honestly think would stand down? These men hold more merit then a legion of Mandalorian Warriors, they are not afraid to die for their home; what can the indomitable Mandalorian hordes say on that? Twice you have abandoned your homes when faced with confrontation, twice you have turned from your own code of honor…no three times. Do you know what the third and possibly the forth was? When you sided with the same people who stripped you of your homes and betrayed your people countless times in the past; also when you betrayed the only government to offer you shelter, the only one who felt your pain, you chose the corruption of the Sith over the Peace of the Galactic Alliance…pity…now I am forced to put both you and your honorless lot down like animals. May the Force be with you Mandalorian. Pax explained calmly.

With that Pax would close the distance between the two, his left katana coming up towards his right hip, his right flipped around into a reversed grip with the blade facing outwards and held in a position that he could defend himself with it easily. Pax would not allow the Mandalorian hordes to defeat them here, these men would fall back to the next corridor and the next step to Pax’s plan would give them the cover to do so. Pax reached out with the Force and brushed the mind of the soldiers located in the upper rooms that laid in wait; he sent a single emotion to the squad leaders which was their signal to engage.

Dozens of men poured onto the balcony, grenades were fired from underslugs as Stormtroopers poured in from their entry holes they had blown open. Blaster fire rained down on the enemy and sliced through ranks, the men on the balcony would suddenly toss smoke grenades into the fray. This would allow their allies to fall back; Pax however would stay to ensure they all made it through safely before leaving himself.

Blaster fire flew past the dueling pair, grenades exploded where they were moments before, and death surrounded the two; yet nothing else touched them, only the pair fought each other two warriors hell-bent on one thing, the destruction of the other.

 

[Just Matt Now]

The first two squads that broke into the ground floor were nearly decimated by the GA and Jedi attacks, almost as if they ignored their attacks on the Mandalorians to focus on them. Though this gave Vixur time and the pre-emptive strike he needed, his stormtroopers firing at the soldiers who didnt even expect them to attack form behind. They were now fully surrounded, and were cracking off shots to suppress and kill their enemies. Vixur fought as relentlessly as his men, getting closer to the men and batting away blaster fire. With his first strike he impaled his sword between the eyes in the face mask of a GA soldier, this caught the surprise of his comrades, which Vixur decapitated with a horizontal strike.

The Anzat noticed that most of the two squadrons he had used as sentries were all but gone. Connecting his comlink to nearby allied ships, the Acolyte yelled into his headset throughout all the explosions and blaster fire. "We need reinforcements. And send me drones!!" He yelled asking for special drones designed to take fire away from his men to be destroyed.

Throughout the chaos, Vixur felt a strong Mandalorian, one that stood out above the others. Looking up from behind the advancing cover of his men, he could see Sisk killing and maiming, but also speaking to a Master Jedi to which the Jedi replied back. During his speech, the Anzat grabbed hold of a flash grenade, throwing it to reach the Jedi's feet. This would give the Mandalorian a slight advantage, Vixur hoped that it would help.

Though unsuspectedly, the balconies above were filled with GA soldiers firing down upon them, though only separating the Mando and Jedi in the middle. Vixur was okay with this, taking the Master out of the fight. The stormtroopers were picking off the remaining stragglers who tried to reach for safety with ease.

The Anzat grabbed three rocketeers from his squad, "Aim at the balconies, bring those soldiers down to fight!!" He said as three rockets were propelled towards the bottom of the balconies, causing the soldiers who fired down on them to fall. Vixur jumped on them, still not able to see the two in the middle, hacking and slicing them as hey laid on their backs. His sword felt lighter and lighter the more he used it, though it also grew more bloodier. Wiping the blood off his sword on a fallen soldier, bodies littered the floor. Some were stormtroopers and some were Mandalorian, though most were of the GA. His reinforcements would not come as fast as the Mando's had, though the Anzat waited for their arrival while he regrouped with what was left under his command.

 

[Bubák]

After the grenade killed another few stormtroopers, Deenar noticed the Jedi Master was talking to a Mandalorian who looked like the leader of the attacking Mandalorian force. That would have been fine if more and more Mandos and stormtroopers weren't pouring inside the room. It was time for the Jedi and their allies to retreat, but to do that, they had to survive the slaughter that took place on this floor. Since Pax was apparently going to deal with the Mandalorian leader, Deenar had to take down the Sith. Before he could do that, though, the Sith's minions in white armor had to die.

Alliance soldiers started retreating, the smoke grenades provided excellent cover. The Mon Calamari Knight drew all the attention to himself as his light green blade was all that could be seen in the smoke. Blaster bolts were deflected back, stormtroopers kept falling dead. The imperial soldiers soon realized shooting at the Jedi wouldn't bring them any fruit, so they took out the soldiers on the balcony. Deenar gritted his teeth as a mutilated torso of one of his soldiers landed next to him. Those imperial pigs had to pay for that, for everything.

Stormtroopers with rocket launchers and grenade launchers had to be taken down, no matter what. Deenar called upon the Force to make himself faster, then launched himself in the middle of one stormtrooper squad and the green plasma blade almost immediately found it's target in the chest of the nearest imperial. Not giving them any chance to defend themselves, he cut them down, his movements quick and deadly. Those who got disarmed or maimed were mercilessly decapitated by the young Knight, who then took one of the rocket launchers and fired in the middle of another squad. It literally scattered the troopers around the room.

One of the survivors looked up just as a brown boot stomped on his neck with a loud crack and killed him. The adolescent swiveled his large blue eyes to look around and find more soldiers wielding rocket launchers. Luckily, those were easy to spot due to the size of the weapons, so he had no problem with using the Force to pull their legs from under them and make them fall on the ground. Deenar could only imagine their expressions full of terror as he jumped on their chests and impaled their heads with the lightsaber, but he could certainly feel the fear of the stormtroopers as he took their lives, even in the middle of a battle. Deenar felt more exhilarated than anything at finally having the chance to avenge his species. The powerful sensation filled him with excitement and after killing another imperial, he didn't even notice a Mandalorian who charged against the young Mon Cal and slammed him into face with the butt of his weapon.

Deenar fell on the ground, the Mandalorian quickly kicked him into chest and knocked the wind out of him. Victoriously, the Mandalorian stood above the Mon Calamari Knight and aimed his rifle in the direction of his heart. As the blaster bolts left the barrel of his gun, Deenar extended his hand and caught them, absorbing the energy. Not giving the Mando another chance to fire, he cut him vertically in half. Both halves fell on the ground, but not before the Mandalorian's guts fell out right on Deenar, together with crimson rain.

Jumping up, he noticed yet another Mandalorian warrior, learning from the mistake of his brother and using a vibrosword, ran at him. Deenar simply raised his left hand and broke his neck, letting the corpse land at his feet. The Mon Cal's eyes darted back and forth from the retreating soldiers to the Sith. That Dark sided son of a Bantha seemed busy with the Alliance troopers just as Deenar has been with the Imperials. If nothing else though, the room was compleately cleaned from rocket wielding imperials, and just a few stormtroopers were left. Many kept pouring in, of course, but the moment gave Deenar an opportunity to finally face the Sith.

Quickly reaching out through the Force to find survivors, the teenager killed any injured imperials and proceeded to behead two stormtroopers shooting at the retreating Alliance soldiers. The Force speed was slowly beginning to take it's toll, Deenar's body was getting tired, but he needed to keep it just for a little longer to fight the Sith!

The young Mon Cal took a few breaths while deflecting more blaster shots coming at him. By the Force, how many enemies were there?! He didn't bother with taking them down though, he massed the Force in his legs and launched himself in the direction of his enemy. Hearing a satisfying crack as he landed on one of the stormtroopers following the Sith, he immediately lifted another soldier and slammed him against the floor, breaking many of his bones. "Turn around," he growled at the Sith and a few drops of Mandalorian blood got into his mouth, "I'll kill you for your crimes against the Alliance, Sith scum!" he said and prepared himself by standing in Djem So opening stance.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

Sisk's lip curled up into a sneer. A low growl escaped his throat, and he took a step forward, his weapons held ready. Grenades detonated around him, sending Imperial Troops and Protectors flying. But Sisk barely even noticed. He could hear Markus again, calling for jetpacks, and the high pitched whine of Protectors taking to the air filled the hall. Sisk flicked his eyes at an element of his HUD, and the Visor over his eyes slid open, revealing his hard, cold, hazel eyes.

You know nothing of our honor, Jetii. Mine remains intact, unlike yours. You grasp at straws to justify your own dishonor." Sisk's voice fairly dripped with malice, every word enunciated with a hard edge. "Your Alliance has committed atrocities that are beyond the pale. Remember Rothana? Who took the refuges in, Jetti? You? No. The Mandalorians did it alone. We took your own into our bosom to protect them from a Government that would rather destroy a whole world than listen to a peaceful envoy! We lost good verde to your treachery." Sisk's Beskad dripped with the blood of GA soldiers, and his armor was coated in the dust from this destroyed symbol of GA power. It was perfect.

"You allow slavery, you make threats and ultimatums, and then act surprised when people reject you." A twinge in the back of his mind, and Sisk saw the grenade roll in between the Jedi's legs. You serve monsters, Jetii. And while I may hold hatred for the Sith, at least their deception is not hidden." Sisk blinked, and his visor snapped close, darkening in response to his eye movements. "And you will soon see that these animals have teeth."

The grenade detonated, darkened and muted by Sisk's buy'ce, and Sisk swung, his flail whipping across the small space, its momentum and weight on line to crush the Jedi's torso, while his beskad remained close, tucked and ready to intercept a return strike.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

The Flash had been blinding, and the sound even more so. Caught off guard, the Jedi grabbed the sides of his helmet, bent over in pain. Sisk's flail connected solidly with the Jedi's helmet, and the Jedi dropped. Sisk could feel the life within him, and moved forwards, retracting the flail as he did so, until he stood above the unconscious Jedi. He raised his mace high to deliver a killing blow. But before he could, a shout of anger arose from the GA soldiers still living. Fire poured towards the Mandalorian leader, and Sisk felt multiple impacts on his armor. They didn't hurt him, but his paint burst into flames, sending small puffs of smoke into the air, and he was forced back by the sheer weight of it.

"Grab the Jedi! Fall back! We can't hold!" The GA formations broke perfectly, falling back to planned escape routes. Two soldiers grabbed the unconscious Jedi by the shoulders, and drug him through a closing doorway. It slid shut, and Sisk cursed. "Osik! Get a charge on those doors! We push forward!"

 

[Gaja]

Theme

"War seems sweet to those that have no experience in it."​

We shouldn't say that war is glorious. A battle may be glorious... A fight for something... But there are not so many reasons that justify any kind of violence. Not like this...

I think when people talk about glorious wars they never think about the political background or the people who'd been hurt by it. They only see their own interpretation and their own side of it...

To Guhoo Armstrong there was no glory in war. He'd seen the civilians flee on his way down. His gunship pushing through the air, he saw many bodies, he saw blood and he saw what true war was like. Explosions, fires, shooting and battles. So many battles were going on. His battle armor had lost its shinny layer a while ago, the battle tested man was quiet as a Special Forces squad stood in the gunship with him. The 636th squad had fought on Brentaal IV, their CO was MIA and so they now saw the Supreme Commander take them under their wing for the battles that were to come.

Battlemaster.

Supreme Commander

Jedi Master​

The man carried all those titles, he had medals and commendations back in his chamber. They were seen by those who entered his chamber and weren't afraid to be in the presence of his cute little pet. Guhoo Armstrong was renowned for being the most capable lightsaber duelist in the Jedi Order, he'd seen combat on many occasions and in every engagement where the Sith were involved, he won. But today wasn't about that.

Today he joined the fight, to help save his men. He'd received the reports and was coming in to back up the brave men and women who were on the planet of Alsakan and were fighting.

His time came as he received a report of Jedi Master Pax Sator fighting, and soon enough Admiral Hackett had given him the coordinates.

It was a dangerous mission, but hardly anything in war could be described as safe. So as the Battlemaster put his helmet on and walked down a long hallway from which Alliance forces were retreating the Jedi Master's face could no longer be seen. His men were in positions to provide cover fire and hold the enemy of until the man retreated and reestablished their position. Meanwhile the Mandalorians had the plan to pursue them by blowing up the door standing in their way.

"It is a mad world..."​

The man said as his gloved hand raised before the explosives went of and through the force he pushed out so violently that the entire door was blown out and sent in to the Mandalorian party in its way. It was time for the Mandalorians to meet the Battlemaster...

Needless to say Guhoo sensed the force sensitive individual among the enemy and made sure to keep an eye out for him. When the enemies had a chance to look at what had happened, whether the explosives went of early or whatever, they'd hear the familiar snap-hiss sound of the lightsaber and a violent orange blade appearing in Guhoo's left hand.

The wait was over. Now the big boy was here to play and he meant business. Gathering the force in his right hand a telekinetic force would drag, pull and push all those who tried to aim their rifles at Guhoo, in particular the Mandalorian Protector who went by the name of Sisk while the men of the 636th opened fire on the others...

 

[Just Matt Now]

Now with many of his men laying dead, though not without many more of Alliance soldiers doing the same, Vixur stood with his sword firmly grasped in both of his hands, the length of it dripping with the blood of his enemies. The sway of the battle had not yet fall against the Sith and the Mandalorians, in fact they appeared to be holding the Alliance back. Pushing them as the Mando's and remaining Stormtroopers repelled nearly all of the Alliance soldiers that werent dead back to retreat. And yet that was not all of them.

The Anzat awaited his requested reinforcements to come, they wouldnt be killed off so easily. The Imperials that stood with him now at his side were among the strongest. They did not succumb to the stereotypes of weak, inaccurate soldiers as the Alliance would have thought. The ignorance the opposing force had of them would lead to their own demise. As the rest of the Alliance soldiers retreated, the Jedi remained. Vixur heard the words utter from the Mon Calamari. The Anzat smiled though said nothing. In the force, he used to impress his words onto the Jedi padawan himself...

"You sound like a Sith. You would make a powerful warrior if guided by the darkside." The Anzat connected though the force, never leaving his guard down. Though at the same moment, he could feel the presence of light shift...in their favor as Sisk ended the life of the Jedi master. This left the Acolyte with great hopes. The Imperial stromtroopers had their weapons trained on the Jedi. He he moved to attack hem with the force, Vixur would easily counter as well as the Stormtroopers themselves.

"Have your guns trained on the alliance soldiers, leave this one to me." The Anzat said coldly, never taking his gaze off of the Jedi padawan. Vixur flicked his wrist, leaving the floor near him stained with the blood that had been on his sword. The Storm troopers seemed to disperse, searching for any remaining Alliance soldiers who were foolish enough to remain on the first floor and not follow orders. The Anzat pointed the tip of his sword down at the floor directly in front of his as he made a semicircle around the Mon Calamari.

Feeling the presence of the main Mando leader, Sisk, Vixur was comfortable laving what was to remain of the fight to him. The middle was still clear due to the fire and his men. Though as they stood their, padawan facing Acolyte, again the presence of light shifted...though this time in great favor of the Jedi. Vixur could feel the lightside energy avalanche come forth, though could not spot the enemy. He would leave this up to Sisk, knowing that he was no match for this seemingly over-powered soldier.

 

[Bubák]

Subconsciously protecting his mind from any mind kriff the Sith might want to try on him, the Mon Calamari Knight smirked. He clearly remembered his meeting with a Sith Master, a person who had also tried to persuade him to join the Sith. And Deenar resisted. He had resisted back then, he would resist now. Why would he betray his allies anyway? Despite the numerous disagreements with the rest of the Jedi, he had never felt any urge to betray them. Leave them, maybe, but not betray. This foolish Sith certainly didn't know how to properly manipulate others. The only thing he had shown to know was that he knew how telepathic communication worked.

"A Sith Master had tried to make me fall when I was a mere Padawan. Do you think you, just a low Acolyte judging by the absence of a real lightsaber, can make me fall?" he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, though not really caring if the Sith answered or not. Deenar could snap this fool's neck. Or maybe not, but it was certainly worth a try. This Sith in front of him should pose no trouble at all, as the Knight's lightsaber should cut through his metal sword very easily. Truth to be told, the young Mon Calamari wanted to kill this Sith more than anything. He had taken many lives, but not a single one of a Sith. This could be his first time...

Keeping all of his focus on the opponent in front of him, along with his right eye, his left eye swiveled to look at the Jedi Master's situation. It looked like the Mandalorian had defeated him and the Alliance troops took him to safety. Well, that left one extremely skilled opponent and one Sith against him. Kriff! As the worst duelist in the Order, he might be able to defeat the Acolyte, but not the Mandalorian. That meant he had to make this as quick as possible. Unfortunately for the Knight, sithload of stormtroopers aimed their weapons at him. What an annoying bastards! No matter how much he killed, there were always dozens of new men in white.

Then, Deenar didn't understand it, the Sith ordered the soldiers to attack another soldiers. Of course, if they have attacked him, he could always erect a Force barrier and kill them all, but this made his work much easier. Like a predator, the Sith started walking around the Knight, who just kept looking at him. The Mon Cal didn't feel any sort of anger towards his opponent, but he still wanted to kill him, and possibly claim his sword as a prize. A trophy. He just had to wait for the right moment...

That came when he felt another powerful presence in the Force approaching, possibly a powerful Jedi Master. Deenar knew that should make the Sith shift his attention for a second, but that was all the Mon Calamari needed. With a lightning speed, a protection bubble formed around him and he raised his left hand, using the Force to try to break the Sith Acolyte's neck. If it didn't work and the Acolyte resisted the pressure, he would still find himself being choked.

 

[Sisk_Renelo]

As the charge went off, the debris curiously moved outwards. But the Mandalorians had set up a classic breach, with no men exposed, either flanking the door, or sheltered behind cover. Sisk paused before he stood up feeling a strong presence in the Force down the hall. Another Jedi master, no doubt. He popped his head up quickly from the cover he crouched behind, and his helmet camera clicked, allowing Sisk to duck back down and assess the situation.

A Jedi in battle armor stood in the middle of the hall, flanked by fresh troopers. Sisk zoomed in, and recognized the insignia. The 636th. Sisk had fought beside them during his time as a Jedi. They were good, but his Protectors were better. The Force was flowing through the Jedi, and Sisk recognized the power behind it. He opened a comm to his men.

//Grenades, back into cover, the focus on the soldiers. Leave the Jedi to me.//
Affirmations came back quickly, followed by a hail of grenades, far to many for the Jedi to catch them all. He counted down from three, heard the grenades explode, and moved up quickly. Smoke wreathed the hallway, providing some degree of cover to the advancing Mandalorians. Bolts flew on both directions, grunts and curses echoing from both sides. Sisk fired his graviton rifle over and over, breaking bones and crushing internal organs.

At the head of a wedge of Protectors, Sisk reached the bulwark of alliance troops, the paint on his armor burning from lucky shots. He dropped his rifle on its sling, and with his right hand drew his beskad from its sheath at the small of his back, and his left drew one of his rippers from its holster on his left thigh. One of the 636th ventured close, an alliance issue blade in his hand, swinging at Sisk's helmet. A quick block with his beskad stopped the blade, and his ripper barked, pulverizing the soldiers face.

He could hear the remaining imperials and Alliance from the room behind him, the hum of lightsabers still audible over the din. But his full focus was in front of him, all his prowess directed at the Jedi standing there. He came to a stop, not ten feet from the Jedi, and his men streamed around him, weapons barking, beskad drawn, giving the leaders a wide berth. Sisk blink clicked his external speaker on, and addressed his opposite number.

"I thought there weren't any more of you here." A competitive smirk slid across his lips, hidden by his buy'ce, but it came across clearly in his tone. "Your fellow provided no challenge, maybe you'll do better. I need someone who can actually challenge me."

 

[Gaja]

"..."

He was looking for a challenge? Well in that case Guhoo might be able to help him out in that department. Previously grenades were thrown in to the mix, a fine strategy any day, sadly the Battle Master had used the gift of telekinesis to simply move a couple behind some walls. Their impact was still the same, just the blunt of the explosions wasn't directed at him and his men. Well, not all, but they would live. This wasn't one of those times where everything went smoothly, rather this was a time when the Alliance soldiers of the 636th would be faced with the Protectors of the Mandalorians.

Blood and death, the toll rose with every passing second, but the main conflict was between two men here. It was between the Mandalorian Commander and the Jedi in his way, Guhoo Armstrong. No doubt did the Councilor's armor remind the Mandalorian of his own armor, after all it was inspired by Mandalorian designs of old. Whether or not Sisk took it as an insult, or cared little at all wasn't of any great interest to the Jedi. If they weren't at war however Guhoo would probably be curious as to what the Mandalorian warrior thought of his armor.

Sadly today wasn't such a day. Instead today they would do battle, so with the lightsaber activated in his right arm Guhoo and Sisk stared each other down as Sisk issued some words. Guhoo's reply came in the force of a force power, nasty little thing known as Malacia. A techniques in the force against which there was little defense. The very next instant Sisk' equilibrium would get hit and he would feel his world start to spin, ruining his aim and more. Certainly the Battle Master wasn't looking for a drawn out battle with the man. He was here for another reason, to provide his man with time to retreat. This battle was lost, and the men had to get out of there. And their chance for a retreat would be created by the Jedi Master and the brave men from the Alliance behind him. The very men that fought alongside Kajiko Sjet at Brentaal IV...