Dominion Paint It Black [MP Dominion of Yavin IV]

[Aloy Vizsla]

EQUIPMENT

• Personal Armor
• Personal Combat Shield
• Custom Repulse hand
• Ramikad Jetpack
  • SM-1A1 Mini-Autoblaster(1500rds)
  • (x2)PK-45 Hybrid pistol - EMPTY
  • Mk.II "Starfire" Plasmathrower
  • Vizsla dueling blade
  • Kinetite Gravity Hammer

Aloy continued to gun down the undead in small, controlled bursts as one might expect from a soldier. She was fuming at the loss of her commandos to be sure, but she was still a veteran of many battles that refined what was once a reckless bounty hunter and forged her into the veteran she was today.

Still, she took a certain pleasure in every kill today.

Where Monroe cast death upon the enemy on one side, Aloy swung the rotary cannon to the other, the two women affectively creating a zone of fire that stalled the horde's frontal assault such that the death toll would have shattered the morale of any living army.

But they were not a living army. And so they kept coming.

They kept piling against the living fence of wriggling brush and twisting vines commanded by the young force sensitives traveling with Monroe, but still they pushed down, climbing over the bodies even. They couldn't last forever...

"Vod meg yirhaou ibac jupayr a kisol ltile norac ret mhi liser viinir norac at bic bal kebbur at mar'eyir a'uym miai ohlkana?"

When Liorra alluded to some pathway a few klicks from them, Aloy tried to picture the time and distance it would take. A couple thousand meters was a lot of ground to cover while under attack but thankfully these beasts were not shooting back, even if that only slightly reduced the risk imposed by such a maneuver.

But she had an idea...

"We can take the gun!" She called out between bursts of cannon fire.

"The pilot had a crushgaunt, it's still attached to the flight stick! I can take it and rip the cannon out."

And with the added strength of her cybernetic arm, she would be able to operate it on the move.

"We could perform a bounding maneuver then, until we get wherever you're going."


Liorra Mia Monroe Elise Ahana-Gwyneira

 

[Mishel]

Yavin IV, Jedi Temple
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It had been a long, arduous campaign and the wounded simply kept piling up. Mishel had brought some of the Order of the Sacred Lotus with her. Healers from Monastery who with medics from the Mandalorian Protectors worked to heal the physical wounds that the Mandalorians suffered. Any survivors from the Galactic Alliance were brought in for quarantine elsewhere in the Temple. She knew her daughter to be out there, fighting alongside her vod. She'd be safe with Mia, of that she was assured but still... Mishel couldn't help but shake this feeling. The feeling that something terrible was going to happen, it just wouldn't leave her no matter how she tried to distract herself.

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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

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Team 2 Daesyn Rodarch | Ordo | Evelyn Rekali | Asaaj En Kelsani

"Never thought she couldn't handle herself." Kurayami was about ready to take another shot from the SE-44C when the witch apparated next to him. The timing could have been better but he did manage not to pull the trigger and create some major issues for the team. He dropped back a couple steps, flipping the switch to automatic as he turned around and fired in quick three round bursts towards a few targets, putting down some of the GADF soldiers who were still armored more heavily.

He switched back to semi-automatic as he felt the sadness radiate from the winged lady with them, as Ordo spoke and literally dusted the zombie that he was holding in his grip. Well that looked fun, might have to ask him how to do that later. Or not. Realizing that he had fallen a bit further behind than he had intended to. Sprinting forward with a quick burst of Force speed, he dropped down onto his right side and slid forward to slow his momentum, utilizing Force Drain to replenish his reserves as he came to a stop and stood back up.

Hearing the winged woman said about incinerating the planet to end the suffering , he could only shake his head. "We have our objective. No time for sentimentality. Stay focused and kill anything that gets in the way."

 

[Brooke Waters]

The challenge with being her? She wasn’t exactly the most combat oriented. Even as a bounty hunter, she relied on her wit and charm. Was it feminist? No. But did it work? Absolutely. She enjoyed that aspect of the job. And when she found her mark? She could get in her gear and chase it down. And do the fighting on those terms. But this? This was not something she was suited for, even when she worked for Marek it wasn’t this harsh. The dead had returned, and no Nightsister in sight.

As she was hidden away after the spell, Brooke took the moment to collect herself, her mind and focus. She had her knives on her, and her lightsaber, they were all on the bandolier-of-sorts across her chest. On her hip a satchel with several components for some of the bigger spells. She idly placed a hand on the zeffoian alloy hilt, her sunshard modified indigo kyber rest inside.

The next to come over was one of the Mandalorians. She thought. One of the warriors that landed with her. Shaking her head, the blonde looked up as Skye grabbed her. “I… I can.” She nodded. The next second, a calming breath, centering as the blonde reached into her satchel. A squid arm, in a small tincture of water. Brooke poured it out on the ground, muttered a spell, sing-songy as was her station in her clan. Eyes glowing light blue as she moved her hands forward, and energy leapt from the stain of water on the ground, two massive arms seeking out the commander, the being that was identified to her, she could pin one, not both.

As the squid arms dove one last time, they erupted from the ground in several smaller arms, reaching for limb and weapon of the commander.

Skye Mertaal Driver Drego Ruus Arla Rodarch

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

He was back on Yavin, and if he was being honest with himself, he had hoped he would never be back. Unfortunately, a request from a once Mand'alor was not something so easily ignored, especially when... when... between Mori- Mandalore and Ordo. Between guilt, and between what constituted their agreement, he owed her, and he was obligated to aid her. Their dream, their vision.

His dream, his vision.

Even if upon the tree tops, mask upon his face, hidden from both naked and unnaked eye, he was not even sure if that much was worth coming back to this planet. Where he had blackened, and bloodied his hands with the use of the undead, where he had... failed, where he had failed in his mission, not the one assigned to him, but the one he had known he needed to accomplish, to eliminate Valery Noble and Kahlil Noble.

The fact he had played his part in overrunning Yavin, that he had accomplished his actual mission, was hardly adequate recompense for the bitter taste of failure, the fear of losing his cousin, the fear himself had felt... when death had loomed in front of him, by the form of a lightsabre.

He breathed harshly out of his nose, suppressing those memories to the back of his mind. What he had done was behind him, and dwelling on them would do no one, let alone himself, any good. He had done his utmost to make his recompense, he knew the concern with the deployment of the virus, but if this was the course his people... his Emperor... had taken, then it was his duty to follow.

His duty to follow, while doing all he could, to limit losses, limit the tragedy, as the eternal march to the Core continued. The eternal march to destiny was pursued.

But they would be free of those chains.

That was what made all of this...

...Worth it.

He gripped gloved fingers around themselves, a pressure building up in both hands, as his breathing quickened. Guilt, he could keep long suppressed, he could rationalise and ignore, yet in these moments, alone in his thoughts.

Guilt was his only companion.

Unless he wanted to...

...Their bond... the bond he so hated, the one they both always kept closed, the hurt of what it was, the hurt of how it had driven them apart.

The guilt quickened.

The hurt of how he had let it drive them apart.

The guilt heightened.

Thoughts of her.

Of red eyes.

Always...

His head snapped in the direction of a great piercing screech, something mechanical, something artificial, but whether it was the shout of life, or whatever electronic mechanisation this was, it would be enough to attract the attention of the undead.

In the direction of where he knew Els-... they... were.

"Bogan damn it, Mia." He let out softly, as below him he could see the undead stir, snapping awake from their wandering lethargy, a new target found for them, as within seconds, they were mobilised, and were running without care or thought towards their prey.

Toward...

He felt the Force swirl about him, latching onto it without mercy, bending it, breaking it, reforming it for his purpose, as out of what was once invisible even felt, darkness sprouted out, and within seconds, the swirling dark energy formed, created, an unkindness of ravens, carrion to circle over a newly found carcass.

But well, the carcasses were all down below them.

Where once he saw out one pair of eyes.

He now saw out of several.

And as their wings flapped, they were off, speeding through the forested tops of the great trees of Yavin, far below them, the horde grew larger, swifter, catching more and more in their groupings, as they all like some hivemind with little order, organisation or cohesion, yet simply the weight of numbers, people.

People, real living people once.

Rotting and broken and dead.

All led toward a great wall of green.

The best makeshift defence that could be managed. The ravens flew far above them still, quickly spotting four individuals, all of them familiar.

Even if at this moment, his feelings for all were decidedly mixed, and the depth of his familiarity rather different.

The autoblaster put down hundreds in mere seconds, all the while dark energy launched out killed even more.

It would not be enough, they would be overrun.

Just like...

Just like... all the Alliance forces he had overrun...

...On this cursed planet.

He would put them to rest, once again.

He felt his ring glow, as the ravens reaching their peak, dived down toward the earthen wall, and for any who watched the ravens, they would be given the most strange sight indeed, as out of their mouths belched great smoke, as great flames were unleashed out of them, as quick as it began, they grew hotter, more intense, from orange, to white, to blue.

The first lines of the undead were burnt to crisp, as the ravens fanned out further, flying overhead, belching still more embers.

It would buy them a few minutes.

Yet even that would not be enough.

A single raven flew still overhead, and Malum breathed out yet again, preparing for a confrontation that he very much did not wish to have.

The world twisted, his mind spinning, as from a treetop, he blinked, and now he stood in the centre of this makeshift defensive emplacement, for once, surrounded by Mor- Mandalorians, he was certain he would not be attacked, as still in the distance, his ravens did as they would, his ring glowing still, as his masked face steadfastly ignored Elise Ahana-Gwyneira and Liorra , gazing instead toward the older women of this company.

"Lady Vizsla, a pleasure to meet you once again," He spoke softly, glad his mask would hide the expression upon his face, as he quickly pivoted towards a woman he knew much more recently, "Lady Monroe, you called for assistance, I hope this will suffice, I will lead you toward the portal, as agreed." Malum spoke, far more coldly, certainly glad for his mask, sneaking a glance toward Elsie... they had not spoken since Mori- Mandalore.

He had sent her nothing since Ordo...

...He did not regret the contents of the message...

...But the longer he could delay any discussion of it, the better.

There was a bunker nearby, such would make an excellent place for them to rest, they all looked rather worse for wear.

And their need for ammunition, was clearly proving a weakness.

And then he could be off.

Aloy Vizsla Mia Monroe

 

[Driver]

Yavin IV
Tags: Drego Ruus , Skye Mertaal , Brooke Waters , Arla Rodarch

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"You got the location of those commanders. we clear a path together, yeah? I got few power packs to spare if you need them, brother."

"Can't make out heads or tails of them with all the writhing flesh," Driver hissed. "Must be shrouded by the horde."

It made sense for the commanders to be further behind their lines rather than front and center. They just needed to break their lines and make their way through to the back. Easy enough, right? Well, perhaps not. Driver could realy only see a way forward that included a large explosive, something far more violent than his disruptor rounds. Of course, he could rig something like that up using the remaining power packs he had been offered-

As the squid arms dove one last time, they erupted from the ground in several smaller arms, reaching for limb and weapon of the commander.

"Damn, good eye on ya," Driver muttered. "Hold him down. I've got a disruptor round with his name on it."

All they had to do was was clear out the undead in front of him. Easy enough.

 

[Elise Ahana-Gwyneira]

Elise Vizsla
Mandalorian Protector.
Student of Mia Monroe .
Pupil of Siyarr Ahan-Mitharran .
Third Dreamrune of the Novanian Shamans.
Alor'ad of Vercopa Squad.
Dreamseer.

Equipment
Armor	Beskar'gam.
Melee Weapons
	Copad'kal, "Ambition", personal Mandalorian Kal.
	Tar'Nau, Bes'manda Beskad.
	The Royal Dragon, lightsaber.
	Kada'yr, Mandalorian Kal.
	Breshig War Forge Consolidated K-02M Kal.
	Iviin'cer, beskar spear.
Pistols
	KSTR-20 Borealis Heavy Blaster Pistol [Nearly Empty].
	ENCL-21 Ra'ntisr Heavy Blaster Pistol [Empty].
	Mandalorian Ripper Pistol MK.II. [Empty].
Seeds
	Mother's Root.

Mia Monroe Darth Malum of House Marr Aloy Vizsla Liorra


Cyan colored text indicates an illusion.

Unmask What Matters.​

As the fight continued, Elise found it impossible to keep the undead back, even when combining her and Liorra's powers. Aloy's heavy blaster could only do so much, and the hoardes just kept coming. She hissed, jumping up onto the crashed vehicle. As one zombie barreled towards her, she pulled her Breshig Kal out. She aimed it, throwing it and thlunking it into the undead creature. As he fell, Elise reached out to call the knife back, but a burst of flame interrupted her concentration.

Elise looked up, seeing that a familiar flock of birds were circling overhead. As a black feather danced downwards and fell on her buy'ce, Elise watched purifying flames burst finish the hoard off. And she felt a familiar Force Presence. She knew who it was. She pulled the feather off her head and held it, only for it to dissipate. Once again, he left her...

Malum Marr, cowardly masked, jumped onto the ship's hull. Elise turned around, and watched as he ignored her completely. He spoke to Mia, cold as ice, and fury blossomed within her. She ripped off her buy'ce, tossing it aside in a burst of anger. She marched a couple steps forward, boots pounding, as tears slipped down her cheek.

"Gar ba'slanar ni!"

She reiterated in the common tongue, cutting between Mia and him.

"You left me!"

She pointed to his mask, fury and betrayal in her storming red eyes. "You nearly kill me! You leave me! You send a distant message finally saying you karking love me! Then you go silent again! Hut'unn!"

The pain flowed through her, as tears streamed down her face. She was already stressed and tired from fighting for so long, but now? Now, she was over the edge.

"I don't even know who I am anymore! I needed you, and you left me, like my father!"

Her knees shook. The tropical heat was already making her sweat, as her blonde hair flowed naturally in the rainforest climate. The sunlight burned her locks, causing them to glow a bright golden hue. She fell to her knees, where he knelt. She literally could have cared less that two more people were essentially in on the secret. And she did not care what they thought about it. Life as a Mandalorian was strangely grey, as she looked at the one who meant more to her than anything. She pleaded, once again, like she had back on Mandalore.

"Just take that stupid mask off! Look at me! I need to see you again!"

As she cried out to him, heartbroken, she heard the howls of more undead in the jungle. Her ear twitched in response, and she gritted her teeth, "Karking zombies. I'm not letting you run away again, cyare."

She reached out, grabbing his wrist. She stood up, yanking him up with her as she glared into the jungle. A cold energy burst from her as more roots and vines exploded outwards. Even compared to her and Liorra's combined attack earlier, this was a stronger burst of Plant Surge that maimed the corpses in their path. This time, the hoard could not even break through the treeline.

"We need to move, to the temple. I don't care what Mia says." She looked and glared at Malum, "He's taking us where we need to be. And the two of us are going to have a long talk."

In the mounds of corpses below, her buy'ce was forever buried. She would not miss it right now... but she would.

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[Mia Monroe]

Team 1
Liorra Aloy Vizsla Elise Ahana-Gwyneira Darth Malum of House Marr​

The plant wall slowed, them, allowed them a moment to pause, a moment to breath, however brief. "Good, adi'ke!" she called to them. "Fall back to the ship." She looked back towards the path they'd come down initially, Liorra was right, they could fall back, it would be an easier fight. they could do with something to draw the attention of the undead from them.

"We can take the gun!" She called out between bursts of cannon fire.

"The pilot had a crushgaunt, it's still attached to the flight stick! I can take it and rip the cannon out."

And with the added strength of her cybernetic arm, she would be able to operate it on the move.

"We could perform a bounding maneuver then, until we get wherever you're going."

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"Do it!" Mia called back to her. It would be heavy, they would be slower, but with limited firepower they needed all the help they could get. The cawing cry of ravens filled the sky, and Mia's eyes lifted upwards, a familiar force presence surrounding them. Relief flooded her, when she hadn't heard from him since the missions start, she'd been unsure if he was coming...or if he'd been hurt. She let a breath of a sigh out as the fire turned the front line to cinders. Mia dropped off the ship to greet him.

"Lady Vizsla, a pleasure to meet you once again," He spoke softly, glad his mask would hide the expression upon his face, as he quickly pivoted towards a woman he knew much more recently, "Lady Monroe, you called for assistance, I hope this will suffice, I will lead you toward the portal, as agreed." Malum spoke, far more coldly, certainly glad for his mask, sneaking a glance toward Elsie... they had not spoken since Mori- Mandalore.

Mia winced behind her buy'ce at his cold tone, but inclined her head. "Didn't think you would come after..." she trailed off with a nod, "thank you for your he-"

Elise cut her off, her torrent of emotional rage so violent...so out of character it caught Mia off guard, until she grabbed his wrist, until she tried to tug him, until she set aside all of it, the weeks of fighting cast aside for the sake of her own emotions. Mia let out an uncharacteristic growl, snagging Elise's upper arm with such force it broke her grip on Malum, a blur of movement and she had her pinned against the bulkhead of the ship, her forearm pressed against Elise's chest.

"Now is not the time, Alor'ad Vizsla, for you to lose your damn head! Now is not the damn time, for you to get so caught up in your emotions that you forget why we are here. I don't give a damn what he's done, fix your karking relationship on your own time, when their are not lives on the line and when we don't have a horde bearing down on us."

She stepped back extending her hand, yanking the girl's buy'ce out from under the dead and slamming it against her chest. "Get your chit together."

She whirled around t-visor settling on Malum. "If I hear a damn word from either of you that is not focused on getting us there in one piece, I will be your worst, karking, nightmare." She warned before taking a breath and settling her own anger.

"Liorra, help Aloy with the gun. Elise and I will keep the undead off you both." She swung her gaze back to Malum "We're falling back and heading down the other path, You can move further and faster than the rest of us. Think you can make some noise elsewhere to draw them and catch up with us?" She asked Malum, her tone still clipped.

 

[Drego Ruus]

Tag: Arla Rodarch Brooke Waters Skye Mertaal Driver​

"Damn, good eye on ya," Driver muttered. "Hold him down. I've got a disruptor round with his name on it."

All they had to do was was clear out the undead in front of him. Easy enough.

There they were. The commander. Drego put away his blaster cannon in favor of the roundhouse pistol he had. They needed to conserve ammo, so he opted for a better strategy than blind clearing. Headshots were key here.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. The Warmaster starting pinging shots into the zombie heads left and right as he started to clear a path for the clone in front of him. The gore of heads exploding filled the air, Drego paying it no mind. He knew what needed to happen next. Anyone that got close got a handaxe to the face, before Drego kicked them off him, and moved on. The methodical movement of him almost seemed robotic, but he knew his craft.

 

[Evelyn Rekali]

Team 2
Ordo Kurayami Bloodborn Daesyn Rodarch Asaaj En Kelsani​

Evelyn's heart skipped a beat as Ordo's hand slid into hers, his reassuring squeeze lifting her spirits as she smiled up at him. Or at least tried to, it was more a grimace as her knee gave a burning throb. She shifted her attention back to the fight, hurrying to catch up with the winged one.

"If that becomes too much, please let me look at it."

Evelyn shook her head at Deasyn's offer of help. "It's an old injury, nothing you can do for it without pain meds that I can't do myself. I'll manage." In a blink she was gone, a wisp of green smoke in her wake as she rematerialized ahead of and above them, scouting the path ahead. The ground was littered with corpses clad in beskar'gam, still and silent.

She reached to the branch above her, snapping a twig away from it, the sharp crack in the silence made all of the corpses twitch. She hung her head in sorrow, blinking back to them. "The path ahead is littered with undead, we keep going with the noise we're making, we're going to be overrun. I can cloak us, but we need to stay close together, and we need to kill anything that does see us quietly."

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

EQUIPMENT

• Personal Armor
• Personal Combat Shield
• Custom Repulse hand
• Ramikad Jetpack
  • SM-1A1 Mini-Autoblaster(1500rds)
  • (x2)PK-45 Hybrid pistol - EMPTY
  • Mk.II "Starfire" Plasmathrower
  • Vizsla dueling blade
  • Kinetite Gravity Hammer

"On it!" Aloy called over the sounds of battle, trusting her companions to hold without her for just a moment. She was quick to sprint into the dim cockpit, light seeming to struggle in through the red smears on the cracked window. The crushgaunt she had come for was still firmly latched to the flight stick along with the severed hand in it. Aloy had no choice but to manually release it through a button on the glove's inside, shutting the contraption down and sending the disembodied hand dropping to the cockpit floor next to the pilot's blaster.

It's owner was among the graves outside...

It was moist and made a disgusting squelch, but Aloy was quick to pull it over her own hand once the other had been removed, then pick up the blaster which she slung over her back for later.

By the time she came running out of the cockpit and towards the rotary cannon however, she was met with a flock of dark avians that mysteriously burst into flame all around. She almost wondered if reinforcements had arrived to drop napalm on the accursed enemy, until the last bird alive transformed into a man right before her eyes.

No, not a man... a boy by comparison. A boy who she had the misfortune to recognize.

"Darth Malum?!"

"Lady Vizsla, a pleasure to meet you once again," He spoke softly, glad his mask would hide the expression upon his face, as he quickly pivoted towards a woman he knew much more recently, "Lady Monroe, you called for assistance, I hope this will suffice, I will lead you toward the portal, as agreed."

How dare he address her so? as if he had not lied to and failed her? And what in hell's name was Monroe calling on him for?!

Her fists clenched and she had just taken a step towards the boy when Elise stepped in abruptly, causing the older Vizsla to stop in surprise.

"You nearly kill me! You leave me! You send a distant message finally saying you karking love me! Then you go silent again! Hut'unn!"

Oh. By the old gods. Aloy would have laughed if Elise was not hurting so deeply. Of course he would. The boy was not only a liar but a fool as she now recalled, always getting himself into trouble. And to think she was about to punch the man, but now it seemed that Elise would be doing the job for her. Best not to steal the broken hearted one's moment for her own sense of vengeance.

Although now she wondered what sort of lies he had told Monroe to enter such an alliance.

All three women seemed to have history with the boy, all three kept secrets from the other. It was frustrating, but natural.

Then she watched Monroe break up the fight in such a way that was hardly diplomatic but quite... Mandalorian of her. The warlord of the Black Fleet was just as eager to refocus of course but it was plain to see that these methods would have consequences. The younger Vizsla was enraged, heartbroken, and struggling to find her way. She knew from experience that being too harsh on them right now would leave an impact that would last.

Perhaps if she had not done similar, her own daughter might be here today....

"Liorra, help Aloy with the gun. Elise and I will keep the undead off you both."

She would give the woman a glance, then Liorra a nod, and finally glared at Malum for a moment.

"I can't decide if you will be very fortunate, or very unlucky if Elise gets to you first."

Then she turned to the gun, shaking her head. Activating both her crushgaunt and cybernetics on the opposite hand, she tugged the rotary cannon a few times before ripping the entire thing off the ship, jutting her chin at the ceiling for Liorra to do her part.

"That lever fixed to the ceiling. It will release the ammo belt, hang it over both my shoulders if you can. I won't have a free hand to carry it"


Liorra Darth Malum of House Marr Elise Ahana-Gwyneira Mia Monroe

 

[I'dadr Gargon]

Team 4: Mig Gred Noah Corek Domina Prime

Equipment:

Armor: Mandalorian Durasteel styled Armor (No beskar'gam yet) -Jetpack included

Weapons:

1 Ghost Stalker Heavy Sniper -out of ammo

1 Trench Knife

5 Frag Grenades used long ago

Yavin, a location filled with contradiction, from darkside temples to the former rebel alliance headquarters. This planet is full of surprises, with the latest contradiction being the living and the undead occupying the same plane of existence. The Verde had fought zombies on New Junction before, but mainly as a lone sniper acting as a signaler that would occasionally skirmish. For the past few weeks the young buck was forced to fight these things close and personal. "This is my first time too Mig, atleast up close and personal with these piece of osik beings." , they were like Jawa's peristent and annoying. Where eeach one killed seemed to have five more of the spawned out of nowhere.

Atleast I'dadr did not bring his mountain boys to this fight, mainly due to his infighting with his A'lor. Who had disallowed him to bring his men into this ceasepool of the undead. While his rats wanted to come here, the Rally Master told them not too. Despite his disagreements with the current A'lor, he needed stability to become higher before attempting to replace him. He had come here alone on his old freighter , a ship that likely would not be seen again with the sheer amount of undead on this karking planet.

His eyes were focused on the earth of this planet shaking and bringing down a few of the zeds. The mandalorian had no clue his compatriot had abilities of the force. Force sensitives were a rare thing not seen back on Gargon, yet one of his vod could his the force. "I never took you for one of those space magic people vod!" , the figure chuckled before propelling himself forward with his jetpack towards and isolated target. Members of Clan Gargon trained in the mixed martial arts of wrestling, and as a result were well versed fighting on the ground. Upon impact the figure would conduct a swift single leg takedown, grabbing the zombies left leg and sweeping its free leg under while pushing the body harshly with the force of the jetpack and his arm. All the was heard was a loud wack! against a nearby tree.

However this was a reckless action, two more came after him as he began to jetpack backwards toward his comrades. Now there was no fuel in his jetpack, a waste to be sure. Weeks of fighting had done this, and now the sniper was forced to fight up close. However it looked like a former Omega Pyre Vet that was not recognized was hacking away at them more easily with his beskad. Splattering their foes at will, the inexperienced melee fighter drew his trench knife out and joined in. Trying to cover his left, "Alright Omega Pyre , whats the plan then?" .

 

[Liorra]

Stage 1
Yavin IV
Team 1​

There was a lot that happened in the span of five minutes. First they were doing the thing that Mia told them to do, then there were birds, flaming birds? Was that why it smelled like roasted nuna wings? Then there was him. Darth Malum of House Marr who she recognized from Ordo. Then Elise Ahana-Gwyneira snapped, snapped in the way a twig did when crushed by boots. And then, Mia Monroe got angry, fast and Lio stood there for a moment, hands still in motion controlling the vines. Thankful that her helmet concealed her rather confused and concerned look. She shifted her gaze between the Malum, Mia and Elise, then there was the Aloy Vizsla . Who thus far was not making this trying and exhausting time any more trying or exhausting than it already was.

Lio wanted to say something, to speak her mind, but something told her perhaps now was not the best time. Seeing as Elise took all the fun out of killing the horde with one shot. Lio somewhat angrily stomped toward Aloy, her attention trained on Malum, and then Elise again, and Mia before she looked over to where Aloy was talking. The young teenager squinted at the ammo belt and then looked over at Aloy and sighed. With a simple movement of her hands she commanded the Force. Through it, she brought the ammo belt to her own shoulders, and murmured toward Aloy, "narir gar mirdir kaysh malyasa'yr ramaanar? Ret mhi liser gaa'tayl dar'jetii at urcir kaysh gic'aliryav, nayc?"

The teenager looked at the ship and took a step back, "pas ret ibic likr liser cuyir a lirsa, olar taylir ibic." Lio put the ammo belts over Aloy's shoulder and tapped the woman's shoulder indicating she should probably take a step back. Then, Lio took the ship via telekinetic and motioned with her hands holding it up in the air. Focusing, she concentrated on the Force and motioning with her hands the ship began to rip apart. The dead fell to the ground with an unsavory sound, after a while. Lio had created a few sizable chunks that could be used as shields. "There, should work as shields," then Lio let the pieces fall to the ground with a rather loud thud that startled the living fauna in the area. She walked back to Aloy and grabbed the ammo belts rather casually.

 

[Darth Malum of House Marr]

It would seem that he would be unable to avoid the confrontation, not that he truly imagined that he would. After all, coming here, amid her presence, it would be truly have been foolish to have imagined that he could avoid her wroth. Not that he regretted coming here, she was in danger, and there was nowhere between this realm and chaos that would keep him from protecting her.

Even if it meant protecting her from him.

Still, some part of him, wished, he could have avoided this.

There was some part of that wished to quiver, to shy away from her advancing form, for all that he considered Elise Ahana-Gwyneira to be both adorably cute, and exceedingly beautiful.

She was a capable and powerful warrior.

And perhaps even more importantly, in this case, he was utterly weak to her, he would have done anything she asked of him.

Chaos hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Behind his mask, he found his eyes closing, cringing in preparation for a slap that he certainly knew he deserved, one that would send his mask careening off to the earth, snapping, cracking into pieces, as his eyes, hollow, dead, would be revealed to them all.

Revealed to her.

The slap did not come, as red orbs peeked open, staring into hers, his heart fractured, gazing into glassy, wet, orbs, so familiar, so similar to his own.

A slap would have been much easier to face.

Her shout pierced his ears, almost powerful and loud enough to take a step back, yet somehow, if only for the fact that he could not process the Mando'a fast enough, he found himself standing his ground, with far more stability feigned than he truly felt. As he did almost crack, heavy breath leaving him as she spoke the words in Basic.

He swallowed his emotions.

He had left her. From the Despoiler, pure panic had set in Force Travelling as far away as possible, he had done irreparable damage to his soul, as the darkness had taken hold, panic taking him further, as from one jump, he would jump another, another, guilt, horror, hysteria, for all he would have done, for all he would have done.

His heart burned as the darkness told hold.

His face had become a bloody mess, as blood flowed freely out of it, head hurting, damning him, as one final jump.

He had collapsed into unconsciousness as his eyes, bleary, recognised the red and black colour of his room in Alvaria.

His final thought was of Elsie, knowing... in her state, of all the wounds, forcing her to bend and break time and space, even as a passenger... what had he done?

He awoke to serenity that he did not feel, a lack of pain that was not natural, a bed that was not his. His face cleaned, his robes changed, and his heart no longer threatened to explode. Hooked up to machines, and monitors, beeps in the darkness, as red eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Elsie...

The thought was enough to make him rise, heads despite the discomfort of tiredness still, knowing she would be in much more pain, he held on tightly to the machine, wheeling it with him, as it held him stable, swivelling his legs off the bed, and with weak knees beginning to walk. By now long since realising where they were.

The Palace's infirmary.

He did not need to walk far, to find her.

He did not mean to spill the tears as he saw her, floating in blue bacta liquid.

Her wounds were grievous.

Wounds caused because he was not there to protect her.

Wounds... that he made even worse.

She did not belong her.

He did not deserve her.

It would be a few hours yet, before he could do anything about that. Yet, with the help of his ever-loyal staff, and Guard, he was able to have her out of the bacta, gazing upon her in utter agony, in utter regret, watching, as they did as all the doctors under his employ did all they could do patch her up, heal her.

And then, a final time, time and space bent around them, from Gil Lodihr in Alvaria, to Sundari on Mo- Mandalore. Recovering from an old war, recovering from a new war.

He said nothing as he gave Elsie's healing broken body to Mia.

He said nothing as he left.

He had a duty to his people on Ordo.

"I... did." He wanted to say more, he needed to say more, but what could he say? That he had felt so guilty at being unable to protect her that he had fled? That he had felt so guilty at almost... at almost... tears formed in his eyes, that he was a danger to her, that she was no longer safe with him? That he had responsibilities to his people that he needed to fulfil?

But had he not had responsibilities to her too?

He said nothing else, the urge to embrace her fought as he stood stiffly still, she needed this.

And if he needed to stand there and take it.

He would.

For her.

Always for her.

Still, as her finger pointed to his mask, pointed to him, in heated accusation, for all he deserved, for all he felt, he almost buckled, then and there. Swallowing his emotions again, keeping his mind still, his breathing, heavy, and measured, knowing, this needed to be done, this had to be done.

Before he needed to leave again.

Yet as the words shouted out of her lips, he could not contain himself, as a mix between a choke and a gasp released from his lips, his eyes widened, the lightning, once white, then blue, then red.

She remembered.

His breath was swift, and he felt a pang in his chest, a pain in his heart, as the tears trailed down his face.

He had hoped.

Beyond hope.

That she did not remember that.

The rest of her words washed over him, like a tsunami washed over the sandbank, if he was not rapidly enclosing within himself, rapidly fleeing to the depths of his mind, as he spiralled, as the dizziness was felt, as he felt bile in his throat, he needed to get away from her, he needed to get away from the guilt and suffering of all the crimes he had done against her.

All the crimes he had failed to stop.

Ordo. His redemption... foiled.

He felt himself take a step back, and then another.

But then she had to bring up the message. That, stupid, stupid, message. He did not regret it, it was what he felt, after almost losing her to Kaine, after almost losing her to himself, after knowing that for all that he did for his people, that he faced possible imminent death.

He could not possibly face that with regrets in his heart.

So he had sent it, and he had survived, and... now she knew.

And how his heart burned, that she knew.

Perhaps it was easier to have died on Ordo.

Perhaps if he had not been so weak, that he needed her to know at all.

She called him a coward, and he could not find himself denying it.

"Elsie... I am sorry... but..." No amount of apologising would matter, especially when he could not even rightfully say he was truly sorry, he was a threat to her... a danger... it would be better for her if he was no longer...

...Why did that thought hurt so?

Excuses could never bring her the satisfaction she wanted, despite all she was, despite all the reasons he loved her, if he told her his people, those upon Ordo needed saving, that he had only done what she would do. Would she accept that?

Of course not.

But, he would not even say that regardless... for had he not told himself all that time ago upon Archais, that he would not lie to her?

The tears, flowing freely down her face, were almost too much to tolerate, he found himself stepping back to where he initially stood, wanting, needing, to go to her, to embrace her, to tell her, that all would be well, that all was well, that he was here, that he would never leave her side. Yet he said none of those things, could not say any of those things. The closer he was to her.

The more danger she was in.

"I... did not wish..." To leave her, grimacing being compared to her father of all people.

But he had to.

For her.

Always for her.

His throat was parched, gulping for moisture, swallowing his emotions, as she... she looked so beautiful in this light, her hair locks, always managing to shimmer between silver and gold. The others about them faded into the void, it was only them, and after all, there was no one else in this world...

Red eyes.

...No one...

Red eyes.

... No one in this world, that mattered to him, than her. Her shouts broke her stupor, shame pooling within him, barely able to speak throughout, yet having experienced so much in a few short seconds. Repetitive, contradictory, it mattered little... as he experienced it all, as he felt it all. There was no excuse to make, no apology to give.

He had said, he would destroy worlds for her.

Taking his fingers to the mask, there was a short hiss, as it disengaged from the rest of the suit, revealing. Darth Malum of House Marr , red eyes, made raw, tears trailing his cheek, mask moved underneath robes, an expression hardened, yet entirely vulnerable, as blackened locks swayed in the wind.

This was... all not going to plan.

Yet, nothing involving Elsie ever did, did it?

"Elsie..." He had little time to say anything, as once again, caught off-guard, a vice grip upon his wrist, as her attention turned to the undead, as she called him... beloved... his mind so distracted, he almost did not have the opportunity to react with appropriate awe, watching as his Elsie... burst flora out of the earth itself, where his ravens disappeared, she was now their guardian, a wall turned to shield, a shield turned bulwark, the undead kept not only at bay.

But eviscerated.

"...I am not running anywhere." He promised, softly, barely a whisper, his head spinning, so much his mind was processing, so much was it undergoing, easier to handle, where for once her eyes, were not glaring daggers at him.

Though, that only lasted a few seconds, before the daggers were back upon him. She always took his breath away, yet now... he desperately wished to look anywhere but her, her eyes so intense, brimming with anger, with rage, all justified, but all still nonetheless directed towards him.

And he so hated how much he feared her.

Another gulp, "If-"

He would not ever have to answer, as a growl sounded. He had but a second to witness the visage of Mia Monroe arrived with immense speed, her initial words to him quickly registering, and reaching the back of his mind, as Malum watched, eyes widened, breaking the vice grip Elsie had over his wrist with utter ease, and then with another blur of movement, slamming her against the bulkhead of the crashed ship.

Her voice was heavy, loud, as commanding as he had always known it to be. Words aimed for Elsie, reached his ears without care nor regard, as he simply... froze.

Any other time, any other moment, he may have reenacted so many of their previous encounters, he may have engaged with her, taunted her, drawn blade, and seen where the day took them. Usually a fit of tears and new understanding.

Yet, so exhausted already.

Not wanting yet another confrontation, with one he was at this moment very remiss to admit was... right.

He stilled, and held his ground, shame pooling, all until those blue orbs that could so easily change to something far more frightening turned to him, "She... we... will both be useless in this state," Malum began, not even sure of where he was going with this, but knowing it needed to be said, "Either let me take her and your..." His eyes drifted over to the teenager, barely much older than a child, "Out of here, back to Sundari, or..." Or what? What other proposition he did possibly have? "Or allow Elsie to tap into her emotions," He pointed towards the new line of plant life formed, "Whether you like it or not, that is the kind of power you will need to succeed here, and that will only happen, if..." If... they had to confront each other.

He at least nodded his head at the latest instruction, "I can certainly accomplish such a task, provide me with the tool you used to set them off the first time," He gazed around for what it could be, before settling upon Elsie... despite what Mia had said, despite what he even wanted, they needed to speak.

To let this fester any more...

...She called him cyare, what had he done to deserve her?

Of course, there was another Vizsla here too, one he had... a rather mixed experience with, to say the least. It seemed she was rather surprised to see him, no wonder... it had been a few years when he had been so confident he could bring Tae'l back to her side. So confident he could reunite mother and daughter, so confident he could reunite a family.

He supposed in some sense, he had.

Just not with each other.

He did have an update of some kind he supposed, and... he did owe Aloy Vizsla a great deal.

"I am rather sure it shall be both, Lady Vizsla..." He spoke, respectfully, for he did have a great deal of respect for the older woman, "I..." He had little idea how she would react, but regardless, she did have a right to know, "Once this mission is done... I have news regarding Tae'l, I think you will want to hear it." He had met her after Geonosis, and what an awkward and stunted meeting that had been.

Former lovers, they may have been... but friends they were first and foremost, still, it had been some time, it could have been a coincidence.

Yet for the fact, she was hiding something from him, that much was clear. He had dug further, the Golden Gun she went by, and there was a lot.

A lot that Aloy could use.

If Aloy should even know, Tae'l had avoided her like the plague for much of her life, and though he always wished to reunite them... he also wanted to respect his friend's decision.

He owed her that much.

And then there was the one, the child that had sassed him on Ordo, Liorra , he believed? Of all of the ones assembled here, perhaps the one he cared about the least, or at the very least held the least connection to. Unfortunately, her youth also made her a priority, why Mia would bring a child into a combat zone like this... he was entirely unsure. Yes, Sith Acolytes and Jedi Padawan would go out to these ventures, lightsabres in hand... but he imagined both Orders would be rather aghast at the idea of sending children against the undead.

One trait he did remember, however, was the girl spoke almost entirely in Mando'a.

He knew he should not give into the bait.

On the other hand...

One of the perks of courting a Mo- Mandalorian, ""Ra ret te ...adiik ru'kir cuyir... fed at te oyakyr'ads"

It was broken, it was slow.

But it could never be said that Malum did not pick up new tricks.

 

[Ordo]

Stage 1



Team 2 Daesyn Rodarch Evelyn Rekali Asaaj En Kelsani Kurayami Bloodborn

He watched as She reached up to snap the twig and braced Himself as the undead flinched nearby. He wanted to yell 'let them come'. He wanted to litter the ground with fallen corpses. He looked at Her as She scanned the area with Her golden gaze, a Huntress' gaze. And the thought of Her injured and in pain for His hubris. Her method was tactically sound and would avoid unnecessary waste of time, ammunition and life.

He nodded.

"As you wish." He said calmly as if they were back in a galley discussing lunch, " Kurayami Bloodborn , Do you or Daesyn Rodarch want to take point? I'll be rear guard and watch your backs. Huntress? You're plan. You're call."

He took out His beskad and a hatchet preliate had left to Him once upon a time. He loomed protectively behind the group.

"Ready to move when you are, Cyar'ika." He said quietly as His muscles tensed like a compression spring beneath His beskar'gam.

 

[Skye Mertaal]

Location: Yavin IV
Objective: Team 3 - Goal get to the Supply train
Tags: Brooke Waters | Drego Ruus | Arla Rodarch | Driver

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[ Come on. To the next one while they take the first one down. ] Skye's brash voice resonated from under her helm. It wasn't for lack of empathy, it was because they were running out of time, energy, ammo, and the last thing they needed was for Brooke Waters to stumble and get infected.

[ Stay close. ] as soon as the Huntress said that, two more infected came over to their direction -- the only issue is that this time, one of them was a witch. Red Mud Potters Clan, the thick red clay that beaded her dreadlocks and covered her dark skin with mud and black ooze identifying her. A forger. A gurgled sound from that twisted maw, the song interrupted. Skye froze but for a second.

Teeth ground, and Skye's nostrils flared under her helm. [ho h'ecel lena o'yate kin nipi kte, mi'taka ki.] she murmured in Paecean under her breath. The volley of blasters came after, striking the witch in the middle of her forehead, the witch stumbling back before falling into a puddle of water.

Before Skye could take another step, she gave a nauseated shutter. It took what she could to hold the bile down. There it was, right at the edge of her senses: awareness. That needle-prickling feeling of sensation was coming back. The Force was smothering her as the Huntress's deaden senses began to feel again.

[ GO! We need to trap the second commander and get to the supply train! ] she yelled out, her voice hoarse as she tried to work through the growing agony of starting to feel the force again.

 

[Daesyn Rodarch]

Location: Yavin IV
Objective: Team 2
Tags: Ordo Evelyn Rekali Kurayami Bloodborn Mandalorian Silarya
Gear: Manda's Wrath - Paladin's Grace - two particle blasters

"We have our objective. No time for sentimentality. Stay focused and kill anything that gets in the way."

"That is true, but if we didn't care about the fate of these vod, what are we fighting for." she shrugged and continued.

Evelyn Rekali did not wish for any assistance with the wound she stuffled with so Daesyn would focus on the task at hand. They appeared to have a moment of peace in the forest and Kurayami Bloodborn quite rightly suggested they try to move quietly to avoid drawing more attention than they needed, so the manda'kyrja put her repulsor hammer away and activated her plasma beskad. She could use this weapon to cleave through the undergrowth like butter and move quickly through along with the others. She kept her sensors online to make sure they were not surprised. Without hostiles to slow them down the last couple of kilometres to their way point should go much more quickly. Even the witch that accompanied them seemed to have taken the message to remain quieter and she shimmered and faded with the light as she mildly cloaked herself from vision.

"I think we should make the base by sundown if we don't get attacked again."

 

[Mandalorian Silarya]

This stage concludes April 12th.


The Mandalorian Protectors have reached their first safe houses, and have been able to rest. Ammo replenished,weapons repaired, and armor restored they'll each have to get across various obstacles to reach the next checkpoint. The following will briefly recap the adventures of each team, and then direct them to where they are headed next. There may be crates of mechanical repair kits, fire extinquishers, ropes (20 meters) and liquid cable dispensers (15 meters) along each path. Those who have volunteered to be 'injured' may begin writing how their character becomes injured at this stage.

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Team One: After alerting the horde, the team was able to back track to the safety of a bunker with a little help from an unexpected ally in Darth Malum of House Marr and revealing incidentally his relationship with Elise Ahana-Gwyneira perhaps fueling further tensions between the Mandalorians and the Sith. Aloy Vizsla with the help of Liorra made use of a rotary weapon from a crashed ship. Perhaps the weapon will come in use in the future. Under Mia Monroe 's guise the team collects themselves, readying for the next stage.

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After departing the safety of the bunker, Team One find themselves within a Jungle Cavern. As they push through the cavern that two of their own have gone missing. Worse, there is a huge chasm that they must cross and in the chasm lay the undead gnawing at anything that drops down. Behind them the Horde can be heard, and ahead of them signs of light. There are additional caches of shields on this path, perhaps they can be of use. The shields are physical in nature and can stop kinetic attacks but not energy attacks. Warning, the Horde have use of blaster weapons and are compromised of those who are not entirely undead, yet. Team One will need to make it to the SUPPLY DEPOT. ​

Team Two: Having escaped the temptations of the cave, have managed to make it to the abandoned Command Post. The team's chemistry seems to be coming along well although some slight tensions between from misunderstandings have occurred. Daesyn Rodarch and Asaaj En Kelsani work along side Kurayami Bloodborn , Ordo , and Evelyn Rekali have proven themselves quite capable.

Emerging from the Command Post the team comes to an odd clearing within the jungles of Yavin. Except, it's no clearing, instead it is a ruined battlefield. One wonders how long it has been here, evidence points to perhaps having been used when the First Order of over 800 years ago appeared here in the hopes of suppressing the Resistance. Once more the field saw battle, as the Galactic Alliance did their best to stem the tide of the Sith Order. The whirring of possessed droids have alerted the horde, including several large tanks that make the ground quake beneath their steps. Explosive debris are being set off by other droids, while debris falls from the sky. The attempts of the Mandalorian fighter squadrons to get through but being knocked down by flying beasts and other anti-air ordinances. There are additional caches of shields on this path, perhaps they can be of use. The shields are energy-based and can stop energy-based attacks or be used to help impair droids if rewired appropriately. Warning, the Horde is filled with both behemoth sized tanks, and acidic-spiting zombies, as well as zombies that create toxic gas clouds on 'death.' Team Two will need to make it to the BUNKER.​

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Team Three: Working together in tandem, they've managed to beat back the Commanders. Surviving members of the Mandalorian Protectors and Galactic Alliance have gone with Team Three to the Supply Train. They will remain behind and create a new forward operating base for others who may come that way. Brooke Waters and Skye Mertaal along with Driver and Drego Ruus and Arla Rodarch have formed a cohesive team in the heat of the moment.

It seems the Supply Train was the last moments of respite. Team Three has been wandering for a while and two of you have decided to scout ahead. Except you find yourselves in the middle of a swamp filled with debris from various wars, worse, you feel as if you are sinking. Unaware of what's going on, one of you begins to panic, the other must try to calm you down. Panicking only escalates the sinking, meanwhile the other members are looking for you. Beware, however; there are hallucogenic mushrooms in the area. They need only be popped for their spores to spread and for even the strongest of you to become victim to your own hallucinations. The debris in the area may also be explosive, a fact you learn as the Horde begins to swarm the swamp. There are additional ranged weapons on your path, perhaps you can make use of them either as a way to pull yourselves out of the sand, or to attack the horde. Team Three will need to make it to the COMMUNICATIONS TOWER.​

Team Four: With wisdom and firepower, they've managed to clear the horde and take refuge in the Medical Post. While there's been a small bit of tension between the team. It's not been anything that a common goal of survival couldn't handle. I'dadr Gargon with Mig Gred and Noah Corek with a bit of help perhaps from Domina Prime they're able to survive the first stage.

After leaving the Medical Post, Team Four pushes ahead only to find that they were at the edge of a massive Jungle Valley. The only way across for those not gifted in the Force is the rickety bridge. However, even Force Users may want to take heed. Massive, dark-side corrupted creatures lurk around the skies taking out Mandalorian Protector's fighters and drones. Debris continues to fall down, and the bridge looks like it'll barely hold one of you, let alone the entire team. The valley gorge is too large to simply force leap across, worse, one of you's managed to alert the Horde who are now fast approaching on your six. There are traps left over from various wars that lay in the valley, and on either side of the bridge - and perhaps the bridge itself. There are additional caches of jetpacks on your path, which perhaps can be used to get over the gorge. Caution, these jetpacks have less than half their fuel remaining, one has only ten percent left, and another only twelve. Team Four will need to make it to the RUINED ARMORY.​

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[Brooke Waters]

Skye was what Brooke needed in this moment. The Blue Coral Diver was a seeker, a hunter… But she was not a fighter. Not in this sense, sure for getting people taken care of when she was a bounty hunter, but that was not a war zone. This was a warzone. An infected warzone. As she attacked at the Commander, the blonde was starting to feel the weight of everything occurring all at once around her. She did not need this.

Brooke needed to get out of here.

It was then that one of the Red Mud Potters Clan members. Brooke immediately felt her insides drop. Not in a good settle, but in a way that she knew it was going to be hard for the next few moments. She heard a small sound in Paecean, but paid it no mind. Was there something going on here? She felt the approach of another behind them and shouted a spell, and the wall of her blue magick went up between Skye, herself, and the onslaught of others. She moved her hand and body.

Stepping to her sister, she whispered softly, a small prayer, a thankful statement as she lifted a knocked and half broken bottle from her belt.

She needed that, a bit of an energy potion. It would help her, but she could feel her partner here struggling.

“Are you okay? Where are we going now…” She took a breath before taking a sip of the bottle. The liquid, warm to the touch felt cool on her throat... Energy, the kind that connected her to ichor. And to her magick.

With everything around her, she couldn’t focus on where they needed to go. So much death, and undeath…


Skye Mertaal Drego Ruus Driver Arla Rodarch

 

[Ordo]

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They had managed to rearm and restock on some much needed necessities. He had needed little in the way of healing physically but something was tugging at him, pulling at his insides as if small hooks in his somach, behind his eyes, his heart, were slowly trying to pull him apart. He had marked the locations of fallen mandalorians so their armor and weapons could be returned to families. It was just good tactics to rearm families and give them a reason to keep fighting. It was a calloused view, but it was needed in times of strife and war.

He took point, a heavy support rifle to His shoulder. The jungle began to clear and He was faced with a sight that made Him realize His heavy machine blaster would not be nearly enough. Tanks run by the zombified former operators still moved and began firing in their direction. His people would be lucky to live. His people, The Mandas people needed to make it, to survive. He began strafing away from the group at the tree line drawing a majority of the incoming fire with His large size and the rapid barking of the blaster cannon. He just needed to give them space to get to safety.

Evelyn Rekali Daesyn Rodarch Kurayami Bloodborn Team 2.