Act III: Insurrection

[Kira Talith]

Warehouse
Rebels/Tunnels

@Melantha @Ordo @Gilamar Skirata @Kira Liadain @Mia Monroe @Strider Garon @[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"]

Kira returned a glower over at Mia's direction, a bit of frustration rising up within the Jedi as she shot back, "Well obviously things are not what they seem," she told her, her voice rising, "But it is my duty as an Investigator to ask questions!"


"It doesn't matter where, or when, or whatever!" her hands flew up in the air, only to come back down to her waist, still backtracking, walking backwards so as to still follow the blue elf girl. "As long as we figure out exactly --" she hit a solid wall. No wait. This one was breathing.

She'd back right onto @[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"] . Her eyes grew wide, and she quickly stepped out of the way. At least, this is when the explanations began.

Finally!

However, what he said wasn't very... reassuring.

"Right... okay... last stand, GREAT!" she gave a glance around, and just at the edge of her distance, she could hear a massive screech. "Uhh.. you guys... we can talk all nice here, but is there a safer place to do this at?"

Her finger went waving over her head, "There is something big out there. I can hear it. And it ain't happy."

 

[Keter]

REBEL - TUNNELS

The dark should have been oppresive. Scary. But he found himself quite at peace where he was. It was quiet. It was lovely in a way. Peaceful. And yet he hated that. He was sitting crossed legged in the centre of the chamber, thinking, trying to piece his mind together. His lightsaber rested in his lap. Something flashed in his vision. An alert? He looked up as the message expanded and rolled out in front of his sight. A signal. The blond reached up and tapped his eyes, the motion triggering the audio feed. "Anyone- Anyone else out there? This is CC-252 with the Confederate Army, requesting aid from anyone who isn't shooting at me. Location being broadcasted now." The voice was unfamiliar. But something it had said triggered a response of trust. The Confederacy? That was important. Not to him. But someone important to him. It was...not a friend, but a good shield. He did not know why but he felt his mind working and his implants responding, joining the frequency.

"CC-252. This is Confederate Auxiliary 1," he replied. "Unable to assist. Currently sealed in some sort of chamber. Will act as relay for your message however," he said, boosting the signal as much as he could.
@[member="Galaar CC-252"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Melantha"] @Ordo @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Kira Liadain"] @[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"]

REBELS STREET LEVEL


Things....were not looking up. Ordo was kind of alone and the city was far from how he remembered it. His truck was gone. The Oyu'baat...destroyed. The greatest tapcafe in galactic history was a barely standing shell of it's former self. The was dar'yaim! Ordo kept calm.

'Keep moving boy'o' he told himself.

He wondered where Rianna was. She was with him at home only hours ago. It wasn't going to be easy to continue on the steets. He needed to find a way to wage guerrilla warfare. A frontal assault by one man was stupid and though he usually rose to that challenge he had Rianna to find and that citadel begged for trouble.

Spoiler

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"] @[member="Janus Rogo"] @[member="Rianna Organa"] @jhenga

 

[Marek S'hadar]

@[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Sochi Ru"]

Kursed-Street

Dark, mechanized laughter escaped Marek's lips as he looked to the both of them, his old students with utter hatred. They didn't get it, they didn't understand how far he was gone, or how deeply wrong they were. "Traitors." He snarled angrily, surging towards them with a fury. He slashed laterally, attempting to slash them both across the stomach and end this quickly. He new for a fact it wouldn't stop them, he'd trained them far better than that. But he surely hoped it would.

 

[Voroll]

Rebels - Somewhere other than the Alley of Infinite Spawning

Voroll kept himself pressed against a wall, his eyes staring into the dark clouds that rolled over the city and the lightning that thrashed about within it. He enjoyed watching storms, but this was something different. It was evil and malignant and foreboded death.
The sounds of distance blaster fire and explosions kept him on his feet, figuratively speaking. His focus was the most had ever known it to be; he was alive and alert, but he could feel the tinge of pain through the Force. For now he had managed to keep it under wraps by moving away from an area whenever he felt it intensify. So far, he had survived.

The Royal Stormtrooper armour he wore gave little protection, even less so without a helmet, but he gathered it was better than robes. Less likely to take a knife or a blaster bolt than a few layers of dyed cloth. He had grown to love the armour he wore, like a symbol of himself.
A small pistol, standard issue with the armour, had been held at his chest; finger on trigger, for almost an hour. Ever since he woke up in that awful alley. He had yet to use his sword, for that matter had yet to use the blaster. He hoped he did not have to.

He had just started to think about moving when his commlink started beeping. His already racing heart skipped a beat when he heard it – thinking it could have been anyone moving nearby. He tapped his wrist and the sound played through, slightly crackly.
"Anyone- Anyone else out there? This is CC-252 with the Confederate Army, requesting aid from anyone who isn't shooting at me. Location being broadcasted now." CC-252? He knew that from somewhere… it was not a droid, nor a starship. Was it a clone? Then it struck him like a brick to the face: Galaar! He leapt from the ground and tapped his wrist again, revealing the location of the only person he knew on this gods-forsaken planet.
Hopping over the wall, he rushed through an open street that was, like all the rest, empty. The sound of war did not get nearer, nor did it get farer. Good and bad.
“Galaar!” He said into his wrist-mounted communication system. “Galaar, I’m on my way!”

@[member="Galaar CC-252"]

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Rebels - Still in streets.

Blood, wounds, mayhem. All the chaos of the war upon Mandalore was thick with death and the stench of fear that stained the night. Zius had been running for what seemed like ages, artificial blood leaking from his right shoulder and left side. His anger was spiking and his lightsaber was alive with rage as he came across yet another grouping of Mandalorians whom seemed intent on spraying the Dark Jedi down. Zius wasn't invincible, but he could sustain the damage. He'd fight on, he had to.

Blasters rained upon him with heavy fire, his lightsaber weaving in and out and all around trying to deflect the oncoming barrage. His chest and shoulders were struck again and again, causing him to fall limp for a second before barring his teeth and growling, pushing through the storm of gunfire. He used the Force to snatch away one of the nearby Mando's blaster pistols, gripping it in his left hand and sliding his index finger over the trigger. They all charged at the darkly clad warrior, using their numbers to push him down; Zius alternated between targets firing round after round, watching them fall as he charged boldly with Force speed, swiping a couple of the soldiers in the gut with great strength, enough to flay their stomachs open and allow them to writhe in their own bile.

Zius was breathing heavily, and he knew he couldn't win this alone. But he was no quitter. He leaped into the air, crashing down onto what was left of the possessed men with a predatory ferocity unlike any other human. His lightsaber struck true and quickly, decapitating one man while the other blasted him in the back with a pistol. Zius roared, now beginning to feel pain. He turned around and rammed himself into the Mando, grasping him by the throat with his left hand and digging his blade-tipped fingers into his victim's neck. Watching the blood leak down to his chest and onto Zius' arm before the corpse was cast into the ground with a heavy thump. The rest would become a blur of limbs and blood being stained among the streets and walls of nearby buildings. After the fighting was through, one could see a lone man covered in the guts of battle itself. His torso and back both leaking artificial blood at a substantial rate, but for this he didn't have much care but to survive. He must survive...

He had to.

That's when he picked up another crackle over his comm link- it was one of the clone's he met on Coruscant. He breathed heavily for a moment before responding.

"...This is Zius Aurus of the CIS....I'm headed toward your location...just hold on.."

He didn't run this time, but instead he walked with his typical confidence. He wouldn't die just yet.

@[member="Galaar CC-252"] @Rasu Gan @Sochi Ru

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen soon arrived back to @Kira Liaden's side, just in time to catch the conversation. "Well, let me get this straight. Some crazy lady has come to ensalve the galaxy. Sadi crazy lady has managed to enslave several of our friends and someone connected to her has brought us back from the past. That leaves me to a few more questions. One, why were we brought here and was it friend or foe who did so? Also, you said that most of us were dead. Exactly how did our passing come to pass?" He had a few more questions, such as where were his resistance friends who had managed to call him, and exactly where were those of the group that hadn't been killed. As for the whole last stand bit, that only meant he would have to fight harder against this apparently very powerful enemy.

@[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"]

 

[Phobos]

Summoned, was he some slave to his own brother now, to be pulled about by the will of the simpleton. All bone and muscles without an ounce of brain to back it up, and he thought to summon him? With a sneer his mouth opened revealing a pit of flame and smoke, his eyes glowing with the rage he felt inside at being summoned. Blasting his messengers in a variety of hallucinations of pain and death he left them writing in fear on the ground as he laughed at their piteous nature.

Descending into the beasts specially made pit Phobos expanded his own image a reflection of his own twisted heart as his terrible body grew so as not to be overshadowed by his brother's enormous form. Wings of flame and shadow stretched forth from Phobos back as he stared into his brother's eyes as always probing for the fears that plagued even something as terrible as him. [color]red] You asked for my aid.... brother[/color]

@[member="Jhaega"]

 

[Tallia Farn]

Rebels - Streets

Tallia had no idea why she was on Mandalore, or why all hell was breaking loose, but she felt really sick. Literally, she was about to barf any second now. After waking up in the street to a firefight, she had felt extremely disoriented and dizzy. Her stomach had started to churn, and she felt absolutely awful.

Luckily, she bumped into someone she knew. Two someones actually. Sochi and Rasu.

"Rasu! Sochi!" Tallia ran up beside them. "I'm guessing.. No one knows... where we are?" She questioned in between breaths, grimacing as her stomach continued to flip flop. She then noticed their attacker, who sent a arcing blow in their directions.

"Traitors." He growled.

"Care to elaborate?" Tallia retorted while drawing her lightsaber, her queasiness slowly residing. "Usually creepy dudes like you are the traitors.. I'm just saying."

@[member="Marek S'hadar"] @[member="Rasu Gan"] @[member="Sochi Ru"]

 

[Mandalore the Insurgent]

Rebels
Underground Warehouse/Tunnels

@[member="Melantha"] @[member="Ordo"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Racket"] @[member="Kira Liadain"]

"You are an... entitled lot, aren't you?" He asks with barely restrained disdain. Behind him, in the tunnels, he could feel Miss Hawk handling a threat. She was good at her job; she was part of the reason they'd survived this long. An angry Witch was an angry Witch, apocalypse or not.

But what he didn't have time for was 20 questions, because they were questions he couldn't answer. "Sometimes in life you are given problems with no solution - questions without answer. You have them now. Stop wasting my time." Pleasant fellow, the Mandalore.

Turning on his heel and waving a hand to Melantha, she'd know to lead them down an alternate path to the Headquarters. A large group moving together was going to draw attention - they'd split here.

"I will see you at Sanctuary, until then, do not bother Mal with any questions that we cannot answer. You are not entitled to answers by virtue of being here. You are, however, entitled to a modicum of trust. Do not abuse it. I will bring Miss Hawk with myself, Mal. May the Force be with you."

Disappearing through the door, he made his way towards TiCira, brow furrowed in annoyance at the people he'd left behind. "Miss Hawk. Finish with your toy, we need to get back to base."

 

[Bloodknight]

Rebels, Streets
@[member="Zius Aurus"]

From his vantage point high up on one of the ruined buildings, Andreas surveyed the battle going on below him. He had been mysteriously transported here and by the looks of it, this place was Mandalore. Only last time he checked, Mandalore was involved in a war entirely different from this one and the denizens weren't brainwashed monsters. He could sense it in their beings, they were being mentally controlled.
Well, no matter. Andreas always found a sense of peace in war and conflict. This was relaxing as ever. He looked down to see one tearing through the crowd of hostiles. His mind didn't seem to be addled so, he must be friendly. That or just a murderer taking advantage of the situation to do as he does best. Either way, he looked like he wouldn't be able to keep standing for long so might as well help out.

Andreas jumped from the roof of the building he was previously on and tucked and rolled once he hit the ground to reduce damage. He stood up and immediately began walking with the man. He spoke from behind his vaguely skull-shaped mask
"Enjoying yourself?"

 

[Anya Venari]

@Mandalore the Insurgent @Preliat Mantis @Gilamar Skirata @Siobhan Kerrigan @Kira Liadain @Macrosoft Mack @E'vi Sohl @Meraal Vaun @Lucas Burke @[member="Vulpesen"] @Ordo @Strider Garon @TiCira D'Arr Hawk @Verz Horak @Mia Monroe @Vulpesen @Racket @Others with me

Rebels in the tunnels

Melantha looked at Mandalore, her gaze lingering on his back for just a moment. There were things that could be said but…no, it was not the right time. It was never the right time.

Looking back to the motley crew of allies, she was glad indeed that no one had yet mentioned what Mandalore had said about her, that she was the daughter of their enemy, General Kaa. It was an association which had done little to engender trust, with good reason. Yet she was here for her own reasons, and nothing more.

“Come with me,” she commanded. It was the sort of request which was hard indeed to ignore.

Down into the deepest levels of the base she led them. All about was the wreck and ruin of a galaxy broken by war. Here and there was the tattered uniform of the Republic, Protectorate, even Fringe and Confederacy. All were here for the last gasp.

“The chronos field has been acting up, it seems. It was predicted that both aid and enemies would arrive from the past for the final battle. It was not our doing though. I am sure you have questions, and I will do what I can to answer them. Be swift though, once Mandalore arrives with Ms Hawk, we will not have time for idle chatter.”

She pushed back the hood on her robe to reveal that she was an Eldorai, in appearance at least, with silvery hair and dusky grey skin. The Force aura about her was strong, very strong indeed.

 

[Djorn Bline]

Rebel, street, Galaar's location

Canal heard Galaar's distress signal and ran off to his location. Man, I hope he's doing fine after what the traitor of a scum Bluejay. He then saw Mrs. Verd facing her husband, the colonel, and saw Calico and Jay fighting.

He finally he reached Galaar and saw his stroll with him and didn't attack Canal cause he knew he was a friend. "You think I would abandon you?" Canal said to Galaar as he kneeled and came close to him. "Sir, since you are wounded I'm a higher rank than you since it says in the protocol that if a higher ranking officer is wounded and there is a soldier who below rank than him then he is a higher ranking than the wounded officer."

@[member="Galaar CC-252"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

REBELS - TUNNELS
Mia watched the Insurgent go. Yes they were entitled, but when you plucked a group of people from their own time zone and dropped them in the middle of a battle, people tended to get angsty. She followed @[member="Melantha"] through the tunnels, her HUD finally coming to life, picking up on the people they passed, its three sixty view meaning she never had to turn her head to look. They were a battered lot, and they bore a look that Mia knew all to well. It was an acceptance of the end. If time was limited, she hoped that people would chose their questions wisely.

Saving the tactical ones for the Insurgent, Mia ran through a whole host of them in her mind. Pointless questions that really would get her no where. She wanted information she could use. "How does She control the Kursed?"

@Mandalore the Insurgent @Preliat Mantis @Gilamar Skirata @Siobhan Kerrigan @Kira Liadain @Macrosoft Mack @E'vi Sohl @Meraal Vaun @Lucas Burke @Vulpesen @Ordo @Strider Garon @TiCira D'Arr Hawk @Verz Horak @Mia Monroe @Vulpesen @Racket

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen huffed at the words of Mandalor, and watched him go. Luckily, @[member="Melantha"] seemed to have a few a bit more patience for words. Still, time was of the essence so he kept his words quick. "Whats the plan? Anything I'll need to expect form our enemy. You know, lazer eyes, crazy regeneration, anything like that?" As he spoke he searched the crowd until he caught the distinct head of a rodian. She was older than who he was looking for, but if he was right, her age would be just right for the time warp. "Leesa!" He called over everyone, watching as the female turned around.

Leesa as her name had been said turned away from her friends to have her wide eyes shoot open. "Valde!" Running forward, she happily embraced Vulpesen and spun him around. "It's been so long!"

"Years in fact." He responded, reminding her of his time warp.

"Right... still, its good to see you. When all this started, we got a hold of your self at the time and then you kind of disappeared. Next thing we knew, we heard that some people were being brought over so we tapped into our old com channels and there you are!" She was obviously very happy at the return of the jedi, but she still realized there was work to do. "Still, the others will want to see you later. For now, its just me. I've been keeping an eye on shadownets and the like. Not very near the top around here, but at least I'm alive and I'm not cannon fodder."

 

[Rusken Shaxx]

Zius walked forward with a dead-straight stare focusing on nothingness before the man randomly plopped next to him. He stopped and gave an uncaring expression to the stranger for a moment, turning back and walking in his predetermined direction once again.

"Sure..."

He stopped for a second, realizing he was losing a good amount of blood. Heh. Was this the way he'd go out? No... he'd die on his own terms. He deactivated his lightsaber for the moment he was in the clear. He had to keep moving, rest wasn't an option.

"Who are you and what do you want? Or why do you even care?"

@[member="Andreas Wintergreen"] @Galaar CC-252 @Rasu Gan @Sochi Ru

 

[Kara Avoyos]

Running from something? The road block asked, as if they hadn’t magically been transported into a fire fight. Rather than replying, Kara grabbed the Jedi by the collar and dragged him after her. The spot where they’d been standing became a crater a few moments later. “That mostly.”

It took a minute to put a name to the man’s face, mostly because she was more focused on not dying, but eventually the name Anteres Windu came to her. He’d been a padawan when Kara had visited Coruscant as an ambassador from the Templar order. They hadn’t really interacted on account of her mainly being there to babysit one of her order’s more volatile masters, but he was probably trustworthy enough. Jedi weren’t really known for stabbing people in the back unless they really, really deserved it.

Void, Windu probably had more to worry about than she did. Templars, thanks to their habit of accepting anyone who could wield the force so long as they promised not to commit too many atrocities, probably didn’t have the most stellar reputation in the galaxy. She considered herself to be a pretty awesome person, and tried to avoid kicking puppies or killing orphan, but he had no way of knowing that.

@[member="Antares Windu"]

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Gilamar Skirata"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Kira Liadain"] @[member="Macrosoft Mack"] @E'vi Sohl @[member="Meraal Vaun"] @[member="Lucas Burke"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @Ordo @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"] @[member="Verz Horak"] @[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Vulpesen"] @[member="Racket"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Jhaega"] @[member="Phobos"].

GROUP TWO ENTERING TUNNELS - STILL ALONE

Ordo moved through the wreckage of the ruined tapcafe to where the bar had been and found the object he sought. No not a bottle of booze. A trap door. Ordo pulled the old door and squeezed through and dropped into the ancient escape tunnels. He didn't know where to go. He hadn't seen any friendlies yet.

He holstered his Ripper and cycled his vision modes to thermal imaging. It did the only thing he could his choices were forward toward the Citadel or back toward the river. Maybe he could try his buy'ce comlink while he walked toward the looming citadel with his beskad in hand. He activated his newest frequency that had been assigned to him when he made Field Marshal.

<<"This is Field Marshal Ordo Ar'klim be Ordo, to Mando'ade.">> He began in Mando'a, his coal black armor blending with the darkness of the tunnel. <<"Heavy resistance encountered Keldabe is in ruins. I am entering emergency escape route delta. I am moving northwest toward presumed enemy encampment. Does any one copy?">>

 

[Bloodknight]

@[member="Zius Aurus"]

Who was he? Well, in warfare names did not matter much if at all. So it was indeed a strange and unexpected question that caught him off guard. He continued walking with the man before commenting
"I'm the one not trying to kill you"

 

[Racket]

(OOC at work on my phone but to keep the story going)

Momentum stopped with the feeling of pain around his neck. Eyes twitched before he saw the force user's hand held before her. The Fracking Lady was attacking?! With bulging eyes and choking gurgles, "NoT..... gggglllllllkkkkkk...... KkkkKuuUrrSseDdd!!!! NOT KuRsED!!!!!!!"

@[member="Melantha"], @[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"], @[member="Mia Monroe"], @Ti'Cira D'Arr Hawk, and everyone else not on this page