Destroying it from the inside out...(open)

[Ryu Kitana/Dominic Trayce]

*Ryu stared out into the vast battlefeild that lay before him. The Crimsion tide washed over the city streets like a Plague. And soon he would lead that plague. He ignited his Moonlight bladed lightsaber and its ignition rang menacingly throughout the area, and caused the hearts of thos who opposed him to drop lower than the dirt beneath their feet. This when the time than the Vengance he had sought was at its pinnacle, he had the chance to slaughter all who opposed him, all who took away the one he loved more than even himself. He would kill them, all of them, and slaughter mercilessly not only them, but their families and friends, and there would be no stopping him, all who stood before him would suffer an eternity of undieing pain and suffering. and they would do so simply because he wished it. He took a few steps foward as he rememberd who he fought for, and why he fought for her. Then he stepped into the Shadows and reappeared at the head of the battle, his moonlight blade slashign through the bodies of countless Nar Shadaa who opposed him, and even the civillians if they got in his way. Moonlight ripping through their bodies so incredibly coldly it could cause the planet of Hoth itself to freeze over, or even bring the force itself to its knees at this mans freezing merciless wrath. The Eternal Shadow was upon them. *

[Lu Kane]

ooc: honestly guys, these posts are WAY too long!

ic: *Jet stands atop the building, looking down through his scope, pegging off a few more stragglers. He then stops and clicks his comm unit*

((Comm)) "Mandalore, how we doing on your end?"

[August/Heetho]

OOC: Thats cause it has more detail in it.

Excess slowed to a stop, gazing at a large, citadel chaped building. It capped off around twenty or so stories, a good vanatage point. Excess turned around to face his men, his eyes peering through their's, "This has been a bloody battle to say the least, and I know we have lost some men. Fear not, for we still will loose many..." He paused for a second, then turned back around, "But lets make them loose more!" At the end of his speech, he charged forward again. Snipers were in the citadel like building, and starting picking off soldiers. Excess motioned to the right, and all the men hid behind a wall of houses.

"Alright men...Break in two, half pour out to the right, half to the left. I will provide a distraction over the roof tops. For Mandalore!"

Excess climbed the building, staying low, but enough for them to see him. He nodded, which sent the men running. Excess himself turned back around, and ran forward, leaping over the gaps between houses, and landing in a crater around him. When he reached the last portion of the houses, he leaped off, aided by his thrusters, he landed with his claws and feet dug into the building. He scaled the building, hiding behind those windows that housed snipers, and ramming his hand through, pulling them out and letting them drop to the ground beneth him. Once he finished with the snipers, he let go, plummeting to the ground.

He landed with a large crater, greeted by his men.

"Sir, we have cleared to floor two already. We await there for your command."

"Good. Radio in all other troops in the area, tell them they can find cover here. Have three fourths of the troops continue up through the building. This will be our camp for the time being. Tell the men I said good work."

The soldier ran inside, while making an announcement to all men, "Attention to all men in the sorrounding area, we have cleared the governor mansion in the Five-O-First district. Captain Excess will be standing guard outside, so make yourselves known."

[Renthous Vacvar]

::Renthous had been placed in charge of the snipers. Nothing could be more boring then standing on a ledge 500 feet over the battle and just shooting people with a semi-automatic gun, while they looked like morons trying to find out who the shooters were before they got shot in the face. Renthous let out a yawn before shooting some dumbass Nar Shadaa dude in the foot and hearing him yell as the blood splattered on the ground, blending in with the enormous numbers of pints of blood already spilled by the rebellions. There were about thirty snipers, most of them noobs from when the old Mandalore's daughters were murdered by Vacvar himself and the rebellion Mandalorians ceased the crippled empire, and starting a slow rebuilding process.::

"How fucking boring this is."

::A new wave of rebels exploded from around the corner, shooting at will and taking down a few of their men in the progress. One sniper stumbled in surprise and fell over the railing. There was a loud splat, and just like that, there was 29 snipers. One of the Mandalorians focused one nervous and sweaty eye into the scope of his gun. He nervously pulled the trigger, and the bolt flew two hundred feet away from the closest rebel. Vacvar growled angrily as he took the gun and whacked the butt of the rifle on the top of the Mandalorian's helmet violently. As he yelped in pain, Vacvar slammed the gun on the railing, nearly snapping it in half. he turned and faced one angry face on the Mandalorian sniper, and without looking below, fired a single shot that nailed a rebel on the head. His yell was silent as blood splattered all over his friends.::

"Learn how to shoot a fucking gun you dumbass, or that rebel's fate will be the same as yours, I can garuantee it."

::Vacvar nodded in apporval as the sniper suddenly turned very pale and fired a shot into the crowd of firing rebels. It missed by a margin of three hundred feet. Short temper now in a complete blaze, Vacvar pulled out his heavy blaster and unloaded into the young Mandalorian's skull, until the General was positive he had no more blood left in his body to use. The last thing that corpse ever did was fall into the rebels, crushing three under the weight of the armor and speed it was falling at.::

[Bralor]

*Bralor had continued on his own through Nar Shaddaa fighting off anybody who came into view... He had met up with a small group of 4 Mandalorian soldiers who lost most of there group in the fight... Bralor made the soldiers follow him, he made his own squad now as he ran through the streets now with the soldiers... Finding a small group of rebels he easily made them step ahead one and shoot them down... The soldiers took down the soldiers in an easy and quick few rounds of fire as they basically just ran around gunning down any enemies...*

*He eventually lost the group after them and Bralor charged into a bigger group of rebels as they were outnumbered and Bralors four troops were slaughtered after a few minutes but Bralor easily killed the rest of the group... The now 30 dead rebels layed dead on the ground as Bralor continued on waiting to find a good Mandalorian to fight beside from the boredom of the fight so far.*

[*~The Snake Shadow~*]

Nyrila tucked away her vibroblades and began climbing onto the roof of a nearby building she saw enemy snipers shooting down Mandalorians.

"For Mandalore..." she whispered before shooting the snipers with her sniper, each blast silently and deadly. When the snipers on her roof and the nearby rooftops were dead, she swung herself down...Right in the middle of the enemy.

Ooh...Not. Good. Nyrila cursed herself silently as she took out her vibroblades again and began fighting the men around her.

((Comm)) "I need reinforcements! I screwed up big time!" she shouted into her comlink, hopefully getting some soldiers to arrive. She had strayed too far and hoped that someone could hear her if they were in range.

[Halan]

chod said:

Now reaching the ground he stepped off, motioning for the small group behind him to do the same, all with the wave of his pointer and middle finger. Then as his armour clanked against the durasteel metal that was the smuggler moon, he acknowledged General Ordo, and laughed in praise of his presence!

”General! Good to see you have arrived! As you can see the battle has begun! You! Solider…give this man your bike, he will fight alongside me tonight!”

The man immediately got off his speeder, saluted to both Mandalore and the General.

*He nods his head as he surveys the rgaing battle around him and he felt calm..the noise of people engaging ecahothe rin the bloody glory of battle...the smell that swirled around the battlefield as men fought against eachother to prove there worth..he took a deep breath of antispation and turned to mandalore*

"How is the battle progressing?"

[Lu Kane]

*Jet heard the call from Nyrila over his comm unit and checked his sniper scope once more*

"Time to kill me some more of these fools"

*Jet turned on his jet pack and flew as fast as he could to her location. He cursed silently to himself as he saw the situation she was in, enemies all around her and no place to go*

((Comm)) "Nyrila! Cover your mouth with something, quick. And if you can put some goggles on as well, I got a surprise for these punks..."

*He flew over and dropped two canisters onto the pile of men, these cans exploded upon impact and a gaseous fumes seeped out, it was a blinding and choking noxious gas that could knock out anyone within the target radius*

[Bralor]

*Bralor was running towards Nyrila and the group as he saw Jet drop canisters on the enemy. And even on a fellow Mandalorian... Bralor's heavy armour was light but very strong as he ran into the group and through the fumes with his sword out as he cut down many charging through and reaching near Nyrila he killed many more enemies as he could see blood fly from every swing he took at the enemy as he continued blocking and slashing keeping him in perfect health and strength so far as his Mandalorian armour kept him shealtered from Jet's canesters*

[August/Heetho]

The men were firing from almost every level of the building, a beautiful assortment of grenade fire, blaster fire, and return fire made the skys above Nar Shadda look like a firework display. Excess walked into a group of troops who were reloading, then placed his hand on the man's shoulder, "Your now in charge. Stay put, put up barricades, I am going to help those who I can. I'll report them back to you, so have your men watch their fire."

Excess turned around and left, his eyes searching the city streets for any traces of life. He ran forward, his heavy steps sounding like the fire of a cannon. He cut to the right, and saw around one dozen rebel men firing into a building. He ran forward, the men turning and firing blaster shots into his armor, burning it severely, and beginning to melt it, causing the bullets to pentrate deeper. He finally arrived at the group, and as he did, friendly troops threw a grenade. It exploded a few yards in front of him, and through the smoke, Excess ran with his fist pulled back. He released it into the closest man's face. His fist traveled through the elite soldier's helmet, and exited the other side. He pulled his arm back through while his left hand slashed acrossed another man's chest, cutting deep into his armor, and slicing his chest. He dropped to his knees, and as he did, a spray of fire tore through the man's chest. Excess leaned back, wrapping his arms around two men's heads, and twisting abruptly. He released the men, letting them fall to the ground, and as he turned around, all fire was concentrated on his right arm. The arm began to burn and melt at the core rotary joint in the shoulder. He lost use of the arm a second later, and began slashing with his only usable arm.

After the quarrel was over, the seven men that had been holding up there walked out into the street. Excess bend down on one knee, looking into their eyes. He kept his eyes on them as he reached his right arm over, grabbing his left shoulder by the upper arm. He twisted it several times, pulled on it, then finally ripped it down sharpely. The arm pulled from the joint, following cords and sparks. Smoke began coming from the missing joint. Excess bent his head down, listening to the blaster fire and the explosions around him. His systems were beginning to shut down, though he was fighting to keep them running. He pushed himself up off the ground with one arm, looking at his men once more.

"Captain, can you make it?"

"Down this street..." His eyes quickly blinked on and off for a second, "Then to the left. The new base is there. Recieve ammo, and supplies. Go, now."

All seven of the men reached forward to brace Excess, though Excess nudged them away, "Go now, that is an order."

The men nodded, then the obvious leader of the group motion down the street and the men left him there. Excess pressed a button on his right arm, which opened a small compartment on his chest. He reached inside, pulling a piece of metal with it, then grabbed a small plasma torch. He began welding the wound back together. Once the ciruitry was rewired, he placed the large piece of metal over it, and welded the metal to his core, sealing the wound up. He also patched up the areas where his armor had shown signs of definite signs of wear.

He reached down, grabbing a vibrosword that was laying in a dead grip of another man. He gave it a quick jerk, throwing drops of blood to the ground, then twirled it in his hand. He stopped abruptly, then stabbed the sword into the ground. It was the first time he had sustained a serious injury in war. He placed his hand to his chest, "Good men rest here."

[Renthous Vacvar]

::Vacvar watched over the remaining 15 snipers as they sent bolts flying into a reinforced garrison of enemy troops down below. They were dropping like flies, but with only 15 snipers it wasn't like the fire was raining from the podium. And of course, Vacvar had been left behind on this part of the city. What a drag. But things were about to get a ot more interesting, just as Renthous had hoped. While leaning back in his chair, the alarm blazed to life and the red sirens flashed.::

"Breach! We've been breached! Stand your ground, men!

::The Mandalorians groaned as they threw their sniper rifles to the side and pulled out commando pistols. Vacvar took a shotgun off of his belt and crept against the door, the gun held to the glass. Once he saw the face, it would be history. However, he never saw the face of the inturder, the door exploded as a low grade explosive had been placed against it. Renthous skidded across the floor and smacked into the railing, nearly falling unconcious. He looked up and hazily saw a Mandalorian uncloak from stealth with two huge boxes. He saw Vacvar on the floor and immediately appologized.::

"Sorry sir, but you had the door blockaded so I had to blow it open to give you this weapon stash from mandalore. Use them wisely."

::He slipped back into stealth without another word, leaving all the Mandalorians looking at the box, wondering what was inside. Vacvar clumsilly got back up and pulled off the top violently to see the chainguns nestled inside of the boxes. In total, there was twenty. He hastily rolled the chainguns to each me, along with more ammo. He turned to look down at the hundreds of enemy troops, and with a devilish smile on his face, turned and whispered loudly to his troops.::

"Let's do this shit!"

[Darius Lenoth/Infared]

sevordo said:

chod said:

Now reaching the ground he stepped off, motioning for the small group behind him to do the same, all with the wave of his pointer and middle finger. Then as his armour clanked against the durasteel metal that was the smuggler moon, he acknowledged General Ordo, and laughed in praise of his presence!

”General! Good to see you have arrived! As you can see the battle has begun! You! Solider…give this man your bike, he will fight alongside me tonight!”

The man immediately got off his speeder, saluted to both Mandalore and the General.

*He nods his head as he surveys the rgaing battle around him and he felt calm..the noise of people engaging ecahothe rin the bloody glory of battle...the smell that swirled around the battlefield as men fought against eachother to prove there worth..he took a deep breath of antispation and turned to mandalore*

"How is the battle progressing?"

*Obviously his young ambition, and his asrogence was getting the better of him. He flashed a quick smirk under his helmet followed by laughter that filled the men under his command with confidence. The enigines of his speeder roared as he bursted forward, motioning for the General as well as the others to follow with a wave of his vibro sword.*


"Nar Shadda will be with us before the day grows old!"

[Lu Kane]

*Jet drops down upon his enemies, whipping out his daggers and slashing many throats, he leaps forward to Bralor and smiles while cutting up another man*

"Having fun sir?"

*Jet chucks one dagger and impales a man through the juggular, he side flips and yanks it back out, stabbing another in the process*

[Renthous Vacvar]

::The plan was simple for the most part. The gathering 300 smugglers stood in small, deep ranks in the front door, but clearly forgetting about the secret exist around the back that could allow the 16 men to line up and just pound the crap out of the smugglers with the chain guns. So that was exactly the procedure. It took all of about two minutes to descend down the stairs and go through the tunnel and form a single line around the back. Vacvar turned around to talk to his men, for possibly the last time.::

"This is war, Mandalorians. As your commander, I will not back down to these enemies, and I encourage you not to either. Today, we fight!"

::The troops roared with determination and sprinted to the front of the building. The sound of 16 chainguns opening fire and the bullets slamming into their stunned opponents was something they will never talk about for the rest of their lives. As blood sprayed everywhere and the bullets killed over half of the smugglers, the smugglers returned heavy fire. Within seconds, three men were down, but 20 more of their men were lying on the ground, dead. The two sides returned fire, until all that was left on the battlefield was Renthous Vacvar. His armor was drenched in the blood of the men in his squadron, and his bots spalshed in the blood of the foe as he walked through the dead bodies, his helmet under his armpit and sweat rolling down his cheeks. He heard the sound of blaster fire on the upcoming streets, but for once he did not care. He kicked down an old cantina door and dropped down in a booth before drifting off to sleep peacefully.::

[Bralor]

*Bralor laughed as he had blocked a rebel soldiers slash for him and then sliced the man's leg off and stabbed him but continued killing the enemy...*

No, there hasn't been a big enough fight yet... But kill the rest of these men so we can move on...

*Bralor just then moved away from Jet and started to slash his way through some of the enemies as he motioned to cut them off and corner them in between him and Jet against the side of the area to let Jet finish them off as Bralor would simply pull up his blade and cut down anyone who would try to run. He left the rest for Jet to finish off.*