Mara D'Lessio Merrill
The Lesser D'Lessio
[member="Abraxis"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Hype Darkwater"] [member="Nefertari Sovint"] [member="Ronan Vizsla"]
The Mandalorians were drawing back. Smoke wafted from Mara's coat, stinging her eyes; she'd taken a few direct hits. The coat had shrugged them off, but the fur trim smoldered well. She stabilized her balance and her sabre stance, watching the Mandalorians withdraw. It had been, she sensed, because of the one with the horns on his helmet. Nicair Claden, who she'd met on Crystalsong in the alchemist's castle.
The Jedi were dead, the last of them, except for the ones in the evacuation ship. Sovint had apparently parked her personal fighter back here too, so that made two ships clawing for the sky. Two ships...and a third in pursuit, the Mandalorian fighter that had fired on the grounded Padawans. It went for the evac ship, chewing into the hull, then came around for another pass. Mara stood there in steaming, bloody snow, neck cricked from staring up into the sky, and watched as the young Jedi pilot panicked, or suffered injury -- she sensed both terror and pain. The Mandalorian fighter's first pass had killed some of the younglings or Padawans aboard. Her heart clenched, her throat went tight, and genuine fury rolled up in her. Enough to really do something.
But she hesitated, because the Dark Side wasn't something she did, and in that moment the evac ship went out of control. The pilot hit the wrong button, maybe. Fire burst from the gaping cannon wound in the ship's flank: a secondary explosion. Even before the Mandalorian lined up his next shot, the evacuation ship went into a flat spin, dropping away from Sovint's fighter.
"No."
The old hull ripped in half, peeling back from the penetrating wound the Mandalorian had dealt. Mara caught a glimpse of tiny bodies pinwheeling, and then the reactor blew. Everything incinerated.
Then, and only then, did the snow begin to fall in earnest. A white curtain shielded the explosion from her gaze, dissipating it into a vague orange glow and a thud she felt through her boots. The snow melted into the steaming blood, piled up in the folds of Padawan robes, hid the nearest Mandalorians. Mara stumbled away from everything, into the incipient blizzard. Her empathic senses were oppressive static, numbing noise -- no, its echo. The definition of deafening silence. All the desperate and the agonized and the terrified were dead now, after all.
Her lapel comm crackled. "Mara. Kolatta's badly hurt. Mukami's burned. We're coming to you. Styr's holding them off.
"...Mara?
"...Mara, answer me."
The blizzard swallowed her whole.
OOC/ Thanks for a great raid, folks. I'm all done as Mara and her crew, though I'll keep posting Styr's rearguard action against Ronan Vizsla for a bit if he likes. Carry on.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c24zIkPnLYI
The Mandalorians were drawing back. Smoke wafted from Mara's coat, stinging her eyes; she'd taken a few direct hits. The coat had shrugged them off, but the fur trim smoldered well. She stabilized her balance and her sabre stance, watching the Mandalorians withdraw. It had been, she sensed, because of the one with the horns on his helmet. Nicair Claden, who she'd met on Crystalsong in the alchemist's castle.
The Jedi were dead, the last of them, except for the ones in the evacuation ship. Sovint had apparently parked her personal fighter back here too, so that made two ships clawing for the sky. Two ships...and a third in pursuit, the Mandalorian fighter that had fired on the grounded Padawans. It went for the evac ship, chewing into the hull, then came around for another pass. Mara stood there in steaming, bloody snow, neck cricked from staring up into the sky, and watched as the young Jedi pilot panicked, or suffered injury -- she sensed both terror and pain. The Mandalorian fighter's first pass had killed some of the younglings or Padawans aboard. Her heart clenched, her throat went tight, and genuine fury rolled up in her. Enough to really do something.
But she hesitated, because the Dark Side wasn't something she did, and in that moment the evac ship went out of control. The pilot hit the wrong button, maybe. Fire burst from the gaping cannon wound in the ship's flank: a secondary explosion. Even before the Mandalorian lined up his next shot, the evacuation ship went into a flat spin, dropping away from Sovint's fighter.
"No."
The old hull ripped in half, peeling back from the penetrating wound the Mandalorian had dealt. Mara caught a glimpse of tiny bodies pinwheeling, and then the reactor blew. Everything incinerated.
Then, and only then, did the snow begin to fall in earnest. A white curtain shielded the explosion from her gaze, dissipating it into a vague orange glow and a thud she felt through her boots. The snow melted into the steaming blood, piled up in the folds of Padawan robes, hid the nearest Mandalorians. Mara stumbled away from everything, into the incipient blizzard. Her empathic senses were oppressive static, numbing noise -- no, its echo. The definition of deafening silence. All the desperate and the agonized and the terrified were dead now, after all.
Her lapel comm crackled. "Mara. Kolatta's badly hurt. Mukami's burned. We're coming to you. Styr's holding them off.
"...Mara?
"...Mara, answer me."
The blizzard swallowed her whole.
OOC/ Thanks for a great raid, folks. I'm all done as Mara and her crew, though I'll keep posting Styr's rearguard action against Ronan Vizsla for a bit if he likes. Carry on.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c24zIkPnLYI