A Cluster in Turmoil [ Mando'ade Dominion of Hapes Hex ]

[Ardgal Raxis]

Post: 4
Objective: 3, Bad blood
Allies: [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Pykares"] @Anyone else going to kick Echani butt

The fleet of landing ships shoved into space, shuttering with fervor and the threats of engine failure. Ardgal added them to the list of things to replace in his military fleet. The list seemed to be growing longer and longer every day. He closed his eyes as the air turbulence shook the vessel around them violently. If it wasn't for the mag boots keeping him gripped to the ground, the general might have been jossled even worse. But as far as descents to planet side went, Subject 13 had much worse.

His thoughts were interrupted by a hard jolt that sent the drop ship spiraling uncontrollably.

"Sit rep," Ardgal shouted, his free hand automatically pressing against the durasteel wall by his side.

"We've been hit, sir, an RPG took out our left wing," the pilot reported, his voice tense, "Situation is going from bad to wor--" a second blast silenced his voice, the cabin filled with smoke and the smell of fire.

"Get ready men, we are going in hard," the general shouted over the din, "Use your jet packs to slow your descent. May the gods be with us all."

Virgil pulled one of the levels on the wall, "Behemoth deployed, sir!" she rammed the other with her fist, the hatches on the drop ship went flying away with the screaming hiss of a broken air lock, "Doors open, godspeed, soldiers! Deploy, deploy, deploy."

The armored Godkillers one by one leaped out of the spinning drop ship, their jetpacks slowing their free fall. This was just another day in paradise for them. At last the two Raxises were left alone. Ardgal could feel the spinning catching up to him, even with his enhanced body and brain, there was only so many times you could spin as you spiraled toward the ground uncontrollably until it affected you.

"Go!" Ardgal shouted, waving towards the door, "That's an order!"

"Will all due respect, you first, sir!" Virgil shouted defiantly over the screaming air that whipped around them.

Virgil was strong, but Ardgal had an easy 90 pounds on her, his foot came up in a side kick to the female's butt, sending her through the air first. He waited three seconds. The last thing they needed was to collide in mid-descent, it was important they timed things right. He took a stumbling few steps forward, shoving off into the air, arms and legs splayed out.

Agony wracked through the general's body as the sole remaining wing of the drop ship rammed into his back. The armor on his body kept the jagged edge from piercing his body, but the blunt force trauma on his spinal implants sent hell-level agony through him. His body seized up and the General blacked out, falling helplessly towards the surface.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Objective: Stop @Dredge.
Enemies: Him.
Allies: None.

He grit his teeth and twisted his arm. He had to have some physical presence in the world. Couldn't manipulate the sound waves to make his voice. He couldn't make Preliat- especially because of his birthright, able to see him without some metaphysical...essence. He tightened his grip on the blade. Perhaps blades wouldn't hurt him. But energy might. Preliat removed, in a swift movement, his Westar-34 from his holster, and from the hip, fired at the being before him. Preliat's fear turned to the rage of combat and the discipline of the warrior that he was.

His fingers pulled the trigger three times. Two to the chest, one to the head. That is, of course, if any of those body parts applied to Dredge anymore.

"We both know I have an authority problem."

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Hapes
Objective: I - A Consumed People
Allies: [member="Amaya Verd"], Mando'ade
Neutral: [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: [member="Dredge"]
[2]

Just as soon as the ramp descended Keira unclasped and removed her helmet, holding it under her arm and running her fingers through her hair even though she would be donning the helm once again shortly. A rare, genuinely warm smile was offered as the other woman approached, as she could sense the tension within her niece even from where she stood. "You can call me Keira. We're aliit - family. There isn't a need to bother with formality." She reached out to give Amaya's shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "You'll be fine. You're Isley's blood, this is your birthright. I'm here to keep you safe just as he would have." That marked the one of few times she had spoken and meant every word she said wholeheartedly.

It was then she pulled on her helmet, sealing it to her armor and replacing her features with a visor that glowed a light blue. In an instant she seemed to change, and while she wasn't an entirely different person she was more warrior than she had been mere moments ago. "The one that did this is still here. I'd say it's about time we pay him a visit." She didn't necessarily like the idea of showing her niece her first battlefield against a monster like Dredge, but it was better that she see the worst so that she could prepare for all that war truly embodied. Besides, she was more secure in this knowing that she could at the very least protect her niece if it became a necessity. Above all else, she would give her life for family.

Nodding for Amaya to follow, she followed little more than her senses, knowing she would find what she came for at the epicenter of all of this. This would mark yet another meeting in a countless string, but this time she intended for things to end differently. The moment Dredge came into sight she knew things had changed, the dim, white radiance that surrounding the darkness of his towering form telling enough. There was another present in armor she would recognize anywhere, and her breath caught in her throat for a moment before she realized it wasn't Lusk himself. No, it was his father, a Mandalorian she had only heard stories about.

Without a word she raised her right hand and wrenched it sharply to the side, releasing a gunshot burst of the Force that would hopefully send Dredge off his feet and careening sideways, a strike that would at once leave him vulnerable and prevent him from tumbling into the man that stood before him. "Long time no see, shabuir."

 

[Dredge]

Location: Hapes
Objective: kark with [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Allies: None
Playthings: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

The bolts of plasma soared through the air and Dredge did nothing to stop them. They hit his head and chest only for them to phase right through and splash off the dirt on the other side with no effect. Dredge had survived two blasts from a proton beam that leveled the capital and killed its inhabitants. Preliat wasn't even a thought to him, he didn't even register as the most tiny of threats. The force didn't make any sense, Preliat was trying his hardest to grab on to some form of logic but that just wasn't how it worked. From force ghosts and Sith Spirits these force creations could speak and interact despite not having any physical form, they were aberrations of time and space themselves.

"Well aren't you just cute." Dredge said as he began to step forward once more in a slow but steady pace of closing the gap.

"I'm a forgiving God, Preliat. Drop to your knees and beg me for forgiveness and I'll let you live." Dredge said with that maddened Cheshire grin on his face.

"I can save them, Preliat. Yasha and little Aditya. I can bring them back. Don't you want to see them again, Preliat? Don't you want to fix that broken well of sadness in your chest? I remember it was the one time you were actually happy." Closing step by step, Dredge was simply toying with Preliat at this point.

"Now, kneel." Dredge said in the voice of his previous incarnation, the one Preliat was quite familiar with.

With the energy still building in his hand, Dredge was still contemplating on what to do with it. Would be force Preliat to kneel? Would he rip his limbs off slowly one by one? Or perhaps drive him more insane to the point of a complete psychotic break? Turn his cerebellum into mush and force him to live as a crazed shell of his former self. Oh the fun that could be had.

Raising his hand to deal his attack, Dredge was hit by a blast of force energy that ripped into his astral form. A large chunk of his right side blew off and dispersed the power he had collected in his hand when the arm was lost. He had been so occupied in torturing Preliat he had not seen Keira get the drop on him. With his right arm and a good part of his torso missing, Dredge turned to see the woman and simply smiled at her. His blackened form revealing those bright white teeth that had consumed the royal court.

"Oh, Keira. What fun. Have you come to kneel as well?" As if what Keira had done to him was nothing, his arm and chest manifested themselves and he was back to his former self.

"You know I almost felt that." Truth was that he had and while his body might of been able to replace energy due to the darkside nexus within him, didn't mean that it wasn't a horrendous pain to the entity.

"I've grown bored with you, Preliat. Run along like a good boy while I catch up with Keira." Dredge shooed Preliat away casually and put his attention on his long time foe.

"How's it going? Still a broken shell of a human being?" He asked [member="Keira Ticon"] in a casual tone.

 

[Zef Halo]

Hapes: About Time​

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[6]​

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Jorel looked all over himself. Dirt, debris, clothes torn on places. He took the inside of his flannel shirt to scrub his itchy eyes. Blinking hard to get whatever dirt had managed to get into his eyes before looking back to the Hapan. She was in the same condition. In addition to her emotional break down of seeing everything she had known be taken away from her.

"I will survive." The agent muttered. I hope.

Things were not looking good for them.

Scanning the horizon, he saw nothing but destruction. Even the figures that were approaching them had disappeared.

A chill ran down his spine at the thought of being in the ground zero of the proton beam that had come down from above. So many questions with no answers to follow. Questions that could wait.

"Let's go. We have to keep moving." Abruptly, Jorel jumped back into his feet with as much as determination as he could muster in his voice. "You said that way, right?" He pointed at the direction she had shown him before.

"Come on, we need to hurry." He offered her a hand to stand up. The neccecisity of haste clear in his tone. "This ain't no princess' palace no more." Dry humor. Part of his personality.

[member="Soeht"]​

 

[Soeht]

Hapes: Time to Leave

Monika’s eyes looked toward where [member="Jorel Imos"] pointed. A proton beam had twice struck that area. A plain of concrete awaited the pair.

“I don’t know,” she told him.

Then, Monika turned toward where he family’s estates had once stood. Rand’s body was no longer visible. Nothing one would identify as the remains of a noble’s house remained.

[acronym="This way."]Suddenly[/acronym], Monika turned her head eastward.

“Wait,” she said as she took a step forward, “This w-“

Stopped.

Monika’s hand went for her blaster as she spun herself around.

“Behind you!” she yelled to Jorel.

One of the thralls of [member="Dredge"] emerged from a pile of debris behind Jorel. Black eyes, wounds everywhere. It had the appearance of a young man. The thrall lunged at Jorel to attack him.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Objective 1: A Consumed People
Location: Hapes Cluster; Hapes
Post 5

Amaya studied [member="Keira Ticon"], just as she had [member="Ashin Karrde"]. A long gaze, soft brown orbs committing to memory the facial features of the person before her. Aliit, the word stuck with her for a moment and then its meaning, family. And the word birthright, the girl only smiled as it seemed the word was going to be the word of the year by the time she got done with it. As the young Mandalorian listened she took note of the tone of voice Keira used and then watched as she secured her helmet.

When Keira nodded to her to follow, Amaya obliged marching in step with the woman in front of her. During this time she focused on Ashin's words with regards to the nobility of Naboo. They would not have done as she would be faced to do today. Holster hitting against her thigh, bantha-leather - studded with bits of durasteel didn't provide much armor against things like a bolt or slug but it allowed her a freedom of movement with the out weight of something like a beskar'gam. Axe and blade on her back, and the Axe itself had reputedly belonged to Isley Verd himself when he was a young man.

As she followed her aunt, and they marched through toward this Dredge. Amaya took note of her surroundings, surveying them as they went along. Although she must have been looking at them for far too long as the young woman nearly ran into Keira when she stopped but it was the gunshot burst of the Force that she had not been expecting. The force, she turned her attention away for a moment and recalled the words of Ashin once more. Perhaps it was some cruel fit of fate that Amaya Verd would be left without the ability to use the force, although she was starting to become more aware of its presence it did little for her personally. She stopped and listened to what [member="Dredge"] said and much like Ashin and Keira the younger woman studied and took note of what was in front of her.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Tanaab
Allies: Mandalorians ([member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Stardust"])
Enemies: Echani
Objective: 3
Post: 3/20

The flock of dropships and starfighters raced out in the void of space and then broke into the atmosphere of Tanaab. No less than a few minutes later the familiar sound of artillery rounds greeted the Mandalorian task force. They weren't in the size of an invasion. No, only if they were crusading they would have larger numbers but that was all in the past. The glory days of crusading were not on the minds of Vilaz's followers. They strove to survive until they evolved into something much more stronger and fearsome unlike their ancestors. In the past, the sons and daughters of Mandalore had seen defeat and suffered many wounds, but nothing like the devastation of the birthplace of the Mandalorians. Yes, they have been scattered in the past but never had their home destroying itself.

That was very different to the Mandalorian Excision of the past. But they would rise and progress like they've always had. Only this time at a different approach.

And then just as the Mand'alor's dropship descended towards the earth of Tanaab, specifically the area of the crashed flotilla, a shell impacted on the vessel which resulted the pilots losing any dominance of the dropship. The only thing they could do was steer it in a somewhat safe landing for its passengers.

"Brace yourselves," a pilot yelled, warning the obvious to Vilaz and the other warriors in which they had already did. They hoped and prayed that they would all still be alive from the crash landing. But they knew reality wouldn't permit that at all.

And then the screaming of the bird came to a stop as they landed, and suddenly everything went black and silent for the Munin.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Hapes
With @Dredge.
Post two.
Preliat has no friends anymore.


He gripped the beskad. It was all he had. The force was beyond his comprehension. It was beyond the savage's understanding. He bathed in the overwhelming rage, swirling with hatred and malice that not even many Sith could attain. A swirling maelstrom, a deep sea of hatred and rage, whirled within Preliat as he launched the blade that ended Dredge's life before when he mentioned his daughter and his beloved. Preliat didn't bother to say anything- he screamed. The war cry that defined a culture ruptured from his throat. It was from years of pain and rage, years of warfare- and years of taking lives. Preliat was an arbiter of death, a harbinger of the Grim Reaper. He had killed many of a people, and monsters- Dredge, included.

And even though Preliat did not know that Dredge was unable to be harmed by mortal means, or by himself, he was going to try his hardest. If he could not hurt him, he could make him remember how it felt when he cleaved flesh from skull.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]

On the Ground

As Stardust reinforced his energy Jacks shield began to grow. The civilians were streaming into the freighters they'd brought, but the Ehcani were in hot pursuit. Somewhere nearby in the explosions and carnage he could feel Argal landing with his men, spying contrails that corkscrewed through the air. Jet packs going off.

"Stardust on me! We gotta hold back the masses. Give the others a chance!"

Jack dropped his shield and drew his shotgun. He stood tall as he waded into the Carnage. With one hand he racked a shell into the chamber and stalked into the battle. The first Echani that charged him met an unfortunate end. He snapped the weapon to his shoulder and blasted, exploding his chest backwards in a spray of ichor.

Another charged, and Jack worked the lever and blasted again, cutting him down as well. They were taking notice as he blasted and reloaded. He extended the force around him, goading all of them, prickling their minds.

As they began to whirl he fired and fired and fired. The others would have the pressure taken off of them now. Stardust would be able to lead her survivors to safety. Ardgals troops would find lesser resistance.

They all began to funnelled down on Jack as he focused harder, extending his range. It was like moths drawn to single flame in the dark.

An Echani vibrostaff cut his leg and he fired again, sending him sprawling backwards. The space was occupied by two more who swung with abandon. Bloodlust was firing up in them, fuelled by Jacks meditation.

He closed his eyes and swung the shotugn by the muzzle. The strikes were hammered awy. A but stroke cracked a skull and then h crouched to dodge another blow which whiffed by his head.

With all of them surrounding him he reached down and grabbed an Echani Staff. Eyes still closed he was fully n the throes of the force now. The force as whispering what he'd longed to hear for a year or so.

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This is the end Jack. Time to go out with honor......​

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"Yarggggggghhhh!"​

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Jack Raxis"]
Post 3
Rescue survivors
She gave a nod As she stood and spun her westars, she crouched low as she fired, however they were coming in close so her westars went back to their holsters and she quickly cut the staff's then cut them down just as quick, those that could fire fought back those that got past her

She finally got those out and off into the air she went back it was time that they got out as quick as possible, she started running back she needed to get jack and get out if here now. However she was stopped by several echani, she raised her blades as they charged her

Slice, dodge, jump, kick

She couldn't get to jack who looked like he was pinned down, she kept trying to fight for him

 

[Nolan Detta]

Location Tanaab
Allies: [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Echani
Objective 3
Post 3

Nolan had bunkered down and awaited the arrival of Ardgal and his men. The Echani were pulling back from this sector, likely to regroup for a counter attack, but Nolan's attentions were pulled to the sky when he heard Mand'alors shuttle was going down. He tracked it after it was hit and set off in a sprint...

Mand'alor is down, repeat, Mand'alor is down!!! Hang on Brother...Oh man if you die, Brii is gonna have my htumrs....Rrrrr... hang on!! Nolan called over the comms.

Nolan Sprinted through the warzone to where he'd tracked Mand'alors shuttle. Echani that got in his way didn't stay for long. Between the railgun and his generator hand, blood covered the area and drew a red path behind him. A few bolts hit their mark, but Nolan pressed on, his Beskar doing its due diligence. Explosions and knives and slugs and bolts all trained on the lone Mandalorian crossing the battlefield to find his Alor and Asihr. Rounding a bend, he found the wreckage of the shuttle, a few bodies lay about, lifeless, he could see the pilot, parts of him, near where the nose once was. Running to the wreckage, he searched the bodies, found one alive and pulled him aside into cover. The vod pointed at the body of the shuttle and sank into his new spot, slowly fading. Nolan reached for his personal medkit and pumped the kid full of bacta.

We need a medic over here...

Nolan went to the body of the ship and tried to lift it, with all his strength, there was no way...Munin, are you in there? I'm gonna get you out, come on vod, say something.

More bolts started flying his way, one hitting him in the back and slamming him into the hull. Oooff...Turning and leveling his Rhyno revolver, he put two rounds through the pale-skinned fodder who'd poked his head out a little too long.

Nolan pulled back his left hand, shaping it like a knife, he slammed it into the hull of the ship, activating the micro-generator inside and punching right through the metal. He pulled his hand up and around, cutting a large arc in the hull, he peeled it back. The rotors and joints in his real and metal arms strained against the unnatural amount of weight they'd need to pull to open the thick hull. Delving deep into the Force, for a power he'd swore he'd never use again, Rage....blood boiling, fire filled Rage.

RRrrraaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!! He was given immense strength beyond his normal ability, with the sacrifice of his mental health. He'd be plunged into a relentless fury, a bloodlust that would never be quenched. He succeeded in tearing open the hull, but a bolt pinged off his pauldron...

Turning to face the attacker, the echani regretted his decision too late as Nolan was sprinting out from the shelter of the shuttle and speared the alien with a flying dive. Slamming down hard, Nolan drew his revolver and pressed it against the faceplate of the Echani, screams pleaded and wailed until... Bang.... Blood sprayed over the area, and Nolan was off chasing down another target, this time, drawing his beskad and skewering two men against their cover.

Feral growls and screams could be heard over the comms on both sides as Nolan was driven mad by the Rage that had now consumed his mind.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Post: 5
Objective: 3, Bad blood
Allies: [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Jack Raxis"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Pykares"] @Anyone else going to kick Echani butt

"Ardgal!" shouted Virgil in horror when she saw her cousin and leader hit and rendered unconscious. Her throat grew tight with emotion as she looped back around towards the man, "I am going for the general."

Her jet pack flared with extra intensity as the woman hurled her body towards Ardgal. She hit him like a foot-ball tackle, her armor slamming against his before her arms wrapped around the man. With a grunt, she twisted, angling her jetpack to slow their descent. Under his and her weight the jets struggled, roaring in protest and anger. The woman's teeth grit as she held on to her general for dear life. "Hnnnng..... gods damn it..... Ard--"

The two of them collided together through a tree, the branches cracking and shattering under the impact, but slowing their decent. They hit the ground with a heavy thud.

"Feth," the woman grunted rolling over, pain radiating through her in waves.

"Moving towards your position, Raxis 4 repeat, we will cover you," one of the Godkillers reported through their comm.

Mand'alor is down, repeat, Mand'alor is down!!!

The static garbled through her dented helmet, Virgil had to blink to be sure she heard it right, "Negative, all Raxis Forces are to focus on the Manda'lor."

The godkillers streaked off towards their fearless alor. The pain seized through Virgil once more, making her muscles spasm in shock, she looked down at her legs for the first time--they were broken, she could feel it, each in at lest three places. In her mouth the woman could taste blood. She pressed her helmet against her face, holding it steady as she calmly opened a channel to [member="Rashae"] "This is Virgil Raxis, with General Ardgal Raxis' fighting forces, we have taken heavy fire. Mand'alor and Raxis'Alor are down. Numerous wounded and dying, we are requesting immediate medical assistance. Transmitting you our current location."

She took her helmet off, turning on its distress beacon to maximum power. She managed to unlatch it and set the helmet on her cousin, her face exposed in public in a very rare moment as she spat her mouthful of blood and drew her side arm, waiting, watching.

 

[Zef Halo]

Hapes: About Time​

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[7]​

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Jorel stared blankly at the surrounding destruction and eagerly awaited the Hapan to figure out a direction. Although, he doubted she'd find any landmark to help them considering everything seemed leveled to the ground.

He raised an eyebrow at her sudden stunned look. The moment she went for her blaster, he went for his. Adrenaline kicked in, only for the agent to find out that his holster was missing. His eyes fell down to see the holster on the ground where they had been recuperating from the blast a moment ago.

Abruptly, deaf to her warnings, something inhumane jumped upon him.

Jorel almost fell. Almost.

Turning around to face the nightmare, the agent barely escaped a clawed attack from the possessed being. The thrall did not give up there, though. It lunged at him and tackled him to the rough ground. Jorel was more adept at close quarters combat than his enemy, a few grappling maneuvers and he was able to go above thing. His hands caught the Hapan thrall's throat in a choking attempt.

"Shoot!" The agent hissed through clenched teeth. "Shoot it, damn it!"

Oblivious to anything but the thrall he was fighting, another one had appeared to ambush the Hapan woman.

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[member="Soeht"]​

 

[Soeht]

Hapes: A Dark Secret

The blaster was drawn. Monika pointed it at [member="Jorel Imos"] and the thrall. She did not fire in that moment, though.

Just before the second thrall attacked Monika, she turned around and threw her left hand toward it. The thrall stopped – forcibly – in place as if it was suspended by an invisible hand.

Monika then pointed the blaster with her right arm. A second later, she pulled the trigger. The thrall fell to the ground – dead.

Then, Monika returned her gaze to Jorel to see if he still needed help.

 

[Rashae]

Acknowledgments came from several organizations that had converged on the Hapes Cluster. The once beautiful system was no longer the grace and elegance that it was so proud of . Scans and reports filtered in of heavy fighting on Hapes itself close by as well as Tanaab. Medevac took advantage of a Medical frigate for wounded and critical care. Her Medical corvettes were in and out working with the various Medevac units already working. The Padme was soon a bustling busy place.

Those who were survivors and didn't need much but rudimentary care was transferred to one of the cargo vessels the Minister had borrowed for possible survivor extraction such as this was the case. It was a better boon as those already shocked people were out of underfoot and not seeing more death of those that were too far gone to save even for advanced medicine. No Doctor likes loosing a patient.

It might be why she liked being in her lab than in the field as with research and science, you didn't worry about loosing so much. They say you get numb to it, but Rashae never did get that. She slammed her fists against a wall after an hour of surgery trying to save what stranger was in surgical being cleaned up and put in the morgue by the droids. The woman leaned up against the wall rapidly going over her procedures and methods of what could she have done different. It was more frustrating that there wasn't any, no matter how many times she played it over and over in her head.

That raven haired beauty leaned her head back against the wall looking up to take a deep breath and close her eyes a moment. Statistically she was saving more lives than loosing but that never dawned on her. The silence was broken by her commander interjecting of an emergency call on the Mando'ade specific channels.

“Play it here, Commander. “ She said as she answered.

The call for medical assistance played again as she recognized the voice from the Colony settlement on Onderon. She didn't know most of them very well but little details she does remember. “Is there a Corvette ready?”

“Yes, Minister. “ Said the calming voice of Commander Stephen Cantolas.

“Good, I am going down. I am not going to loose another one!” She said with some vehemence.

“Minister..” He didn't get out the caution or the words of what her place should be.

“Can it Commander, I am going down. Send whoever, I don't care. “ She said as she ended the call and got her butt moving down to the hanger bay towards the Medical Corvette that had unloaded.

The commander stood there a moment or two as the Coms officer and his first mate looked at him as he took a deep breath. “Send a proper escort with her. Tell the Mandalorians that Medevac is on its way as quickly as possible. Let them know that the Minister is going to be on the ground. “ Maybe they can talk some sense into the unpredictable woman. It was that same unpredictability that made her as good as she was at what she does.

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Medical Corvette


The glint of the medical corvette from the Padme could be seen before it landed. The vessel was shiny with a rather significantly large red cross for medical emblazoned on it boldly. There was no mistaking what this ship was for. It was larger than some Medevac ships as it was designed to provide critical care on site, small surgery even clinic services if necessary. It took an extra few minutes to even find a good landing spot before the Rashae, her emergency medical crew and the squad of soldiers that her Commander insisted go with the Doctor. She was still in scrubs, no armor, no weapon.

Yet the woman strode through the debris field as she poked at the com in her ear. “Doctor Rashae Lovous on the ground headed your way. All she had to go on was the blip as the soldiers around her proved useful in locating the downed Mandalorians through the debris field. The carnage was devastating.

“Check everything for a pulse and I mean everything. “ She told her crew as they nodded and like a unit broke away to do what they had been trained to do. The soldiers were perhaps not the best and certainly not mandalorians as this amount of carnage and destruction was a bit out of their league. Yet they stayed the course or the Commander would have their hide.

Rashae poked at the Com again “Doctor Rashae Lovous.. Can anyone hear me. Raxis, Munin, Isley, whatever other blasted clan out there.”

One of the soldiers tapped her on the shoulder and pointed. The woman was off like a shot. She might not be able to shoot or pilot but she had a good pair of legs that could run. The spilled over some of the wreckage to get down to Raxis. “Where is Munin?”

She contacted more of her crew as they converged on her location Virgil was in bad shape. As the initial scans from the medical scanner that lept into her hand it seemed indicated. “Internal injuries, massive compound fractures.”

She looked at the Soldiers. “Half of you look for wounded or cover my crew, other half watch my back. “ The woman started to work on Virgil. There was a certain fearlessness to Rashae when she was in mode doing what she does. “Hang on Raxis.” As she started her treatments to stabilize Virgil for transport to the Corvette where further treatment could be done. Right now if she moved Virgil, it would not be good.


[member='Vilaz Munin'] [member='Ardgal Raxis'] [member='Stardust Raxis'] [member='Strider Garon'] [member='Nolan Detta'] [member='Jack Raxis'] I am not sure who else is in this section of the planet.

 

[Darth Ferus]

"There's scattered reports of Manda'lor's ship having been taken down, and any rescue attempt has been routed by Echani forces. Our drop pods can put you close enough to assist." In hyperspace on route to Tanaab the Sith Krest, his apprentice [member="Satia"] , and the droid pilot simply called Pilot were aboard a new ship prototype for Ascendancy Intelligence. The Zabrak Lord was dressed in the black cloak of the Sith and armed with all of his normal weaponry. "Then drop out above the launch point. We'll be prepared, won't we Satia?" Blue eyes glanced over to the acolyte. One of her first missions outside of Ascendancy space, and more importantly, one that involved forging relations with the Mandalorians.

"Very well m'lord. ETA is two minutes." Pilot then went silent to prepare the drop from hyperspace. The exact location was thankfully empty, but there were a number of ships all around that could potentially target the unknown ship and shoot it down. Wasn't exactly the best of circumstances. "Satia load up into the drop pod. We'll land close to Manda'lor. Remember, keep your manners eh? And don't be shy about eating any Echani." There was a wink before the elder stepped into his own pod. There wasn't much room within the pod as it was designed to be a small target, and he strapped himself in with a frown.

He didn't like flying, or falling, in anything, especially small places. If he had a heartbeat, it would be racing.

"Prepare for launch, dropping out now." The droids voice spoke through the intercom, and just as it said the ship fell out of hyperspace. Not a second later the pods were launched and the Zabrak fell from the ship with his knuckles gripping the bars beside him till red turned pink. There was nothing more stressful than a falling death trap where any stray fire from the ships around would destroy him. His eyes were shut during all of this and it wasn't until the lurch of the pod piercing atmosphere that he opened them.

Down below was a warzone, and he couldn't wait to join the fray. Especially if it meant he could get out of the damn cocoon he was in. Soon enough he got his wish as the thrusters kicked on, slowing his descent so he could land in relative safety. Of course, as soon as the hatch popped open and he jumped out such a lie was washed away. The sound of blaster fire thundered through the air. It was then that he would look for his apprentice. Together, they would complete their mission.

 

[Zef Halo]

Hapes: About Time​

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[8]​

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Still struggling to choke whatever life remained in the thrall, Jorel looked up to see something he did not expect. With a hand extended forward, the Hapan woman had magically shackled the monster midair. Her blaster pistol finished the job.

Around the same time when the agent was able to get a better hold of the thrall and break his neck. The eerie snap lingered in the air for a moment before Jorel hurled the lifeless body away from him.

His eyes turned their attention from the dead to the living. "You..."

"Jedi?"

It might've been the most ignorant question ever asked but Jorel was more or less oblivious to the different Force sects that existed in the galaxy.

He stood up and went for the pistol holster that lied on the ground. His shotgun had disappeared.

[member="Soeht"]​

 

[Poe]

​Standing in silence next to my Master, I continued to drag my flesh-peeling dagger's serrated blade across my skin; enjoying the cold, blood stained metal upon my Darkside corrupted skin. It was some time since either my blade or myself tasted fresh meat; the craving was almost to intolerable to bear. Hunger, most could not fathom, was a beautiful form of self-inflicting pain when one denies to surrender over to the temptation of eating. Tolerated I did, because pain was my dark lover that when in her embrace fueled my darkest and wildest sadistic dreams. Under the influence of these dreams, I was drunk with heightened power; and that was when the monster came out to hunt.

​I gave a nod to my Master when he glanced in my direction, twirling the blade once before jabbing it deep into it's sheath. Looking over my shoulder as I approached my drop pod, I said, ​"Do not worry Master, before the day is over I shall have my fill of Echani flesh." ​I slipped into the pod's small seating section, feeling like a caged animal. The pod was designed for smaller individuals, and I was far from small; for I was an abomination that was constructed with a gift of height. However, this gift seemed like a curse currently.

​I was not fond of flying, especially in drop pods. My last visit with these metal caskets was a memory I suppressed; now those memories began to resurrect like the dead shambling side to side throughout my mind. The pod shook, rocked slightly, then dropped down to the surface in the most undesirable speeds I wished to be a part of. To make this adventure worse than my previous memory, blaster fire erupted all around me; the red lines barely missing as they reached out to kiss me.

​The free fall nightmare was over, and I lept from the pod the moment the hatch opened. The area was in a state of chaos, with the screams of the dying mingling with the sounds of blasterfire turning the stage into a macabre symphony; music that tugged with an eerie satisfaction upon my heart. I immediately looked for my Master, spotting him a few yards away. Throwing back the hood on my black, silk robe I charged toward him; dodging blasterfire along the way. ​"Where to, Master," ​I asked when I finally reached him, smelling burnt material from my robe where a bolt ripped through it.


[member="Krest"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Tanaab
Allies: Mandalorians and Sith ([member="Satia"] [member="Krest"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Ardgal Raxis] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Jack Raxis"])
Enemies: Echani
Objective: 3
Post Count: 4/20

Memories and sounds flashed through the mind of Vilaz. They were visions that he always enjoyed. Visions of being with his family and clan, and seeing the Mandalorians prosper indefinitely. Just images of things that he wished would come true, but did not come to terms with reality. He could hear his name being echoed out by a multitude of unique voices. Some that he was familiar with and others by strangers. But the ones that spoke the loudest were the ones belonging to his wife and children. While Death was something that he was not afraid of it was something that he refused to submit to. He couldn't allow the unforgiving scythe of Death cut his life down. He couldn't and he would fight against it. His whole life was laid in front of him and he would not have some Echani hostile fire take it away from him.

"Urgh," he grunted as he freed himself from the brace of his seat that kept him from thrown around and possibly killed. While it did reduce the chances of dying for him, it didn't for the other warriors on the dropship.

These bastards will pay.

And he would make sure they would. While they weren't tough like they were doing the days of the Clans, he would not tolerate anyone trying to step on them. "Anyone still alive," he asked, trying to collect himself and was then answered by several men and women. The rest were either dead or deeply unconscious. "Send a memo that some are still alive and that no one should worry about who's gonna be the next Mand'alor," he ordered indirectly to anyone who was fast enough to relay what he just said. They were still residing in the broken dropship and would continue to do so once everyone's mind was compatible and not dazed. Injuries would been some bruises, head traumas, and other minor injuries that weren't life threatening and didn't prevent them from doing any immediate physical activity.