Ending it(Invite)

[Renthous Vacvar]

::Renthous, angered by his short miss, open fired again. His bolts buzzed through the the air, buzzing loudly. Some smashed into the walls past Sara, sending showers of rocks everywhere, piercing anything they hit.::

"Die you mongrel!"

::He continyed his fire. She wasn't about to get away with this. The Mandalorian control belonged with Darius rather then two power hungry decendants of possibly the greatest Mandalore the group ever had. Oh well, he had two snobish brat daughters. Vacvar wasn't so sure that the father would've been proud of them.::

[Bralor]

*Bralor stood beside the mandalorian group in this fight as he pulled out his vibrosword swining it around and holding it in a defensive position as he simply looked around waiting for an enemy to quickly strike at at any moment...*

[Joseph Gray]

*Kel having followed everyone on this mission, finally decided to actually do something. Gripping his warhammer tightly he charged toward Kara. Bringing his warhammer upward in a powerful overhead swing.*

[Sarah Gilliam/Heather Felton]

The battle rages for sometime. This attack was a surprise so now, with no men left. Sara and Kara lay bleeding on the floor. Their heavy breathing is heard in the room. They met their end here the place they wanted....and had.

[Zaraki/Renji]

"Well... since they're on their death-beds, I'm going to go deal with the droids in the hall. Anyone coming?"

He waited for some responce amongst the group, or what was left of it. Zaraki had no freaking clue how many died, he hadn't been paying enough attention early on. He grabbed his halberd, wrenching it from the remains of an enemy, the tip had been in the persons heart, and was soaked with blood, an unpleasent splearching noise made when he pulled it out, and turned to the door. They had to get out some how.

[Bralor]

*Bralor walked over to Zaraki and nodded*

Let's go kill the droids and get this fight over with

[Renthous Vacvar]

::The battle had been won far too shortly. Still, it was a victory and nothing less. Renthous' feet made loud stomps as he slowly crossed the room. He reached down and rolled one of the girls to face the other. With one sweep, he grabbed their equiptment. Vacrvar took a knee and whispered.::

"Say goodbye to life, little girlies. Meet you in hell! I'll bring the death sticks."

::Lowering his blaster pistols to their heads, he pulled the trigger and pulled hard. They were better off dead then left alive to plot against the Mandalorians and damage the faction they had already cripples, causing this rebellion.::

[Zaraki/Renji]

"So... who can get the door open? I'm bad with computers."

He looked at the shut door, and heard blaster bolts coming from the other side. Wow... those things were persistant. He tried to wedge his Halberd into the crack and open the door, but gave up after a few futile attemps. He was strong, but that was beyond Mandalorian capacity.

[Bralor]

I'm no good with computers, but I've got my explosives with me..... I spend to much time using explosives.

[Zaraki/Renji]

"If it get's it open, it's good."

He backed away from the door, assuming that he was going to make it blow up with explosives. He might have been able to do it himself, but it was better for an actual expert to do it. He flicked a bit of blood off his Halberd, and then realized he hadn't given it a name yet, again. Oh well, he'd remember eventually.

[Bralor]

*Bralor smiled. He was truly an expert with this stuff, he pulled out a demolition pack and motioning to activate it he set up the pack and walked to the side as he pulled out the trigger. Clicked the button and the door blew open into many shattered pieces all over the place as a lot of debree from it flew everywhere. Bralor walked out of the room with his vibrosword in hand now waiting for the others*

[Zaraki/Renji]

Zaraki dashed in, going as fast as possible with his armor, his Halberd pointed outwards like a spear. His energy shield was on, and it was time to go to work. He stabbed the first one, and kept going, making a row of dead droids, any droid stupid enough to try to shoot him (And there were many) shot another droid, as he worked his way into the center, and then turning, spinning his halberd, outstrentched, destroying more.

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Watching his men go out Darius surveyed the room, the dead bodies allowing blood to escape and onto the floor. he walked over to the conner where he saw a small crease in the wall, placed his hand against it and slid the wall open.

It wasily moved, and revielded a small room where there was a small metal wall with a slight opening. pressing a few buttons on the touch screen next to it, it shows the most magnificent armour he had ever seen. It was silver and seemed fairly old, but light and durable.*

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

*Taking out the armour he lifts the helmet and places it on his own, then after a few minutes a pop-up screen comes up and a female voice says*

"Hello, Darius, we were told to expect you..."

*Amazed that the AI system knew his name, he wondered if he had gone insane and was actually dead from cardiac arrest. He soon realized he wasn't and whispered back to it.*

"Uhh...can you hear me?"

"There is no need to say the words sir, just think them..."*Said the voice, in a slightly irritated voice. After that, he donnede the rest of the armour which was a perfect fit. Wow...what a couincidence.*

"You are now the only male living decendant of Mandalore, Now you are mandalore..."

[Renthous Vacvar]

::The god from hell mearly did his gester to respect those who had braved to stand before him and had died in the process. Blood covered his hands, splattered all over his armor. He got up from his knee to see a long line of blood run from the joint. He followed Darius into the room, where he watched him put on the armor.::

"Yeah, pretty cool. Doesn't work in stealth though, you'll stick out like a silver sore thumb. Just make sure I'm with you to tear anybody apart."

::He leaned against the back wall, sweat beading on his forehead. Yawning, he strapped his blasters into their holdsters and took off his helmet. His gray eyeballs scanned the room, checking for threats.::