Act III: Insurrection

[Nyos Val]

REBELS- Mando Defense Tower

Nyos had made it halfway down the tower when he ran into a hallway stuffed with the corrupt Mandos. It was too narrow of a hallway to use his saber, so he sheathed it across his back. He tore the entry door off the wall, and like a shield/battering ram, Nyos charged down the hallway, hoping to push the mass as far back as he could. What he didn't see was the back of the horde was next to a window overlooking the streets. There was a catch in his charge as the mass was pressed up against the window, but Nyos planted hard with his feet and shoved with all of his might. There was a large CRACK then followed by endless screams as Mandos fell a dozen or more stories to their deaths. Nyos ran with the horde until he noticed the window ledge, sliding to a stop just inches from the open window.

Anyone outside, with a proper view would see a few dozen people fall from the Mando Tower. Landing in a pile on the walkways below. Nyos looked out and saw a small squad of troopers, hopefully they were friendlies. Down another street a lone man crept along, looking for others as well. Nyos hailed them on the Mando Tower's Comm frequency, a planet wide comm channel.

I see you, and have a proposition for you all. Come to the Tower, I will provide shelter and information as much as I can, in exchange for your help and information. What say you?

@Grimm @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"]

 

[Talon Vosra]

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]

The man was fast. Talon could feel the rage wafting off the man like waves on a boiling sea. His hate filled him and gave him strength. Talon could not match the strengtg without tapping into the darkness but he might be able to get close to the speed. Talon forgot everything but the brute's blade and as the man swept at his thigh. Talon struck at the man's blade hoping to guide it over him and away.

"Is that it?" He asked "you must have been fighting soft Jedi too long."

 

[Revenchent]

Super CIS shack! Rebels --



"Ah, Zius. I knew you were on of us back on Triple Zero. No idea what's going on, trying to get ahold of the Jedi...figure they might know what's going on."


The soldier let a soft sigh of relief escape him as the medical equipment did its job. The blood flooding Galaar's lungs was being carefully removed, and a rather sketchy adhesive was being applied to the roof of the wound to keep the bleeding from happening again. It certainly wasn't professional, or permanent, but it would do to help keep the Master Sergeant up and fighting.


"Well, keeping you from bleeding out." He grumbled, attention set on the wound he was treating. "I can go if you want, di'kut." His armored hands came out of the armor mesh stained with crimson blood, though Calico paid no heed. He applied the gauze, another temporary fix, over the flesh bit of the wound to keep it from bleeding outward. It was all he could really do--nothing to be done about the hole in the armor.


This building looks...decent. We can set up a perimeter until the Jedi respond.

The Strill still smelled something fierce. Calico tried to snap at the thing with his hand, but the sound was more annoying than anything else with the Katarn on. "You'd be a very red piece of furniture if I wasn't around, ner'vod." He grumbled in that grudging, chiding older sibling voice. Relief was still very heavy in the after tone.


"Well, then, thank you Knight. Haven't had the pleasure of meeting any from the Imperium. I don't suppose you mind slugging it out with the CIS for a bit?" The soldier paused as he stood up to his full height; bigger than by a few inches: covered in dust, blood, and blaster burns. Coupled with the characteristic blue visor, Calico looked downright monstrous--or heroic, from a certain point of view.


He took a quick glance around the room and emitted an approving grunt. Such was the language of communication for the typical elder NCOs. "Building looks defensible. Let's lock it down tight until the others report in. I heard something about tunnels, but it's a bit too hot out there. Zius is on the move too." Calico held a hand out for Galaar to take; gripping a small neon blue syringe in his other hand. He held it out for the fellow Commando. "Shoot it up. You'll be high for a minute or two, but the pain should...null, I think."


Calico lifted his shoulders in a slight shrug. "Canal, I don't want to hear anything about how amazing: powerful, angry, emotional, broody, or aroused you are. Shut up, don't talk down to me again, and get to reinforcing the structure."


He paused as one last voice crackled through the comms in his helmet. This one he didn't recognize.


"Shelter....listen, son." He began with a rather rough tone. The man was stressed. "I have no idea who you are, I have wounded, and I have a very nice little house here. Prime real estate. Lots of pretty women and cheap food." He paused to take a breath. "Apologies, but we're fine down here. Now, if you want to come down and say hello, then that's fine by you. I'll even start the oven."







@[member="Nyos Val"]

@[member="CC-117 Canal"]

@[member="Galaar CC-252"]

@[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"]

@[member="Zius Aurus"]

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Rebels - At the soon to be reinforced.

Galaar looked at the syringe full of the fluids, then back at Calico with a look that could only be described as I'm already high, anymore drugs and my heart will pop like a Hutt in a Kessel Oven. So instead he took the hand and used it to hoist to his feet. He oddly enough kept his helmet off and gave Calico a big, brotherly grin. "Naa, I don't want you to miss me too much vod, so stick around the party, maybe bring that bathrobe of ours around." A very subtle, inference. He knew who else Calico had on his mind and it was his own way of comforting him. "Feeling much better that I'm not red furniture... Now! Knock-Knock!"

With speed that that was surprising for an injured man who was still wheezing like he had smelled the inside of the tauntaun. His foot hit the door and with one, powerful, prescise blow went crashing to the ground on the other side. He'd give a hacking cough before looking at Canal with a look of listen to the man. He'd wander into the room with the strill in front of him, hoping Voroll would follow in behind. His gun raised and ready for anything that could possibly be inside.

@Nyos Val

@CC-117 Canal

@Galaar CC-252

@Voroll Dey Astaar

@Zius Aurus

 

[Matreya]

@[member="Andreas Wintergreen"]

The man thought he was quick, but he wasn't as swift as Northstar. His hand snaked up and around Zero Threes kick, but then he drew his leg backmk, slipped under Andreas' arms and threw a massive uppercut right for the man's neck. As he rose, he spun, bringing the back of his hand around as well, aiming to smash it against the man's cheek bone.

Akala wanted a victory. She would get one. Charging Force Energies into himself, Daemos readied to end the battle.

 

[Asar Anchti]

Kursed - random street

@[member="The Pale"]

The Kel-Dor ran through several more streets when he stopped short. He felt a disturbance in Force somewhere on the right, as if there were a person. However, his HUD didn't show any signs of life force within vicinity. Intrigued what was the cause of disturbance, Asar changed his direction to the source. After several minutes he spotted a running man. What the? confused Sith couldn't believe his eyes. At first he thought it was a malfunction of his helmet, but then HUD blipped into action when two other beings showed up. Although Asar didn't know any of them, somehow he knew those two were followers of Akala, same as he. Only then, the Kel-Dor realized he didn't feel anything like that when looking at the mysterious man.
"Rebel scum!" muttered Asar angrily. He wanted to blindly charged the man, but his Sith instincts kicked in and Asar changed his tactics. He decided to wait and measure abilities of the man by watching him fight those two Akala followers. Only when they fell down like rotten apples, he realized that was a right decision. The man was obviously strong. However, he was still a rebel and he had to die. Asar decided to weaken mind of his new opponent by technique of Force fear. He focused Force in him, twisted it for his purpose and sent a wave towards the enemy.

 

[The Pale]

@[member="Asar Anchti"]

To little to late was he aware of Asar. A wave of negative force energies washed over him. Pale braced like it was going to be a physical attack with the force but none came. In its stead, nightmarish voices bounced about his mind. His intent to demoralize him was negated with a simply rally of courage and zeal. Force fear wasn't going stop a Mandalorian general of old from defending the planet of his people. The Pale rose to full height, his blade rested on his shoulder. He grinned at this fools arrogance. "Another to the slaughter". The charge began towards Asar. A wall of Beskar, might and death itself was careening at the foe. His blade drew back with one hand, while the other was readied to utilize the force. Asar had chosen a very, very bad day to fight The Pale.

 

[Vulpesen]

After Vulpesen had prepared himself for the fight, he started heading looking around for a place to be useful, only to be stopped by his Rodian Friend. "Vulpesen, you've got a call."

After listening to @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]'s message, Vulpesen happily answered back. "She's fine. Last I saw, she was standing on her own. I'm not sure if she's battle ready but she'll be alright. Sorry for leavin' y'all back there. Anyways, how'd the battle go?" He hated leaving them, that was for sure, but they were soldiers and he had other things to worry about such as whether or not his fellow jedi would be alright. In any case, with that transmission sent, Vulpesen continued around the tower, looking for someone in charge who could give him a place to go.

 

[Bluejay Ungolfen]

SUPER CIS SHACK - KURSED

See, this is why you don't let wounded soldiers walk - or crawl - away. Bluejay reminded herself furiously, tracking the party from above as she navigated the outer walls of the ruined buildings. Calico was walking again - should have shot him, easy to say in hindsight - and he'd managed to get Galaar back on his feet too. Feth it, why could he stay down? Bluejay was most certainly not looking forward to fighting them again. But, they were traitors - as she had reminded them over and over again (by Chaos, that had actually been rather entertaining, to hear the confusion and what-the-fethery in their voices). And you killed traitors. Right, they're going into the building...hmm, who first? Not the Jedi - wait, they can't sense me. Yay for that. So the first one who would have a blaster bolt streaking towards them was whomever was at the back of the party when the started moving again.

@[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @CC-117 Canal @Galaar CC-252 @Voroll Dey Astaar @Zius Aurus @Anyone else in the vicinity

 

[Corey's OOC]

Rebels – Streets - Solo

Marek had some catching up to do. He was starting to feel the blank spots in the Force, the place where it was just… nothing. The absence of anything. The feeling he associated with the Clones. He needed to find them. He was on his way, he just couldn’t pin point them. Getting on the comlink. “Templar to any Dread Guard out there. Where are you guys?” Really, as much as he wasn’t a huge fan of them all, it was nice to see a familiar face.

He hated being lost, and looking about. Frell this. He had his rifle at the ready, anything that came after him was probably going to have a bad time.

@[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

TOWER
No response received for 36 hours, moving on.

It appeared that @[member="Syn"] didn't even notice the Ithorian attempting to put him into a coma. Apparently, though, Boolon had more urgent fish to fry. @[member="HK-36"]'s grenades met a Force-grip in midair and went askew, detonating inside one of the tower's side rooms. A sheet of shrapnel flickered between them harmlessly.

The Ithorian's eyes narrowed, and one huge hand shot out. It wasn't, strictly speaking, a Force push -- in a technical sense, it was a Force throw, an attempt to grip the droid and chuck him against, or through, the nearest wall.

 

[Voroll]

Rebels - Somewhere either inside a building or walking into it.

"Course I don't mind, rather have the company than be out there on my own." He said, rather confidently, with the slight laugh that followed, to @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]. At least he had more conversation with this clone rather than the other one, who the pair, Calico and Galaar, seemed to talk fown to. Maybe it was a hierarchial thing, maybe not. At the very least he now knew where he stood with the group.

When the door had been kicked down and @[member="Galaar CC-252"] took point, Voroll removed the pistol from its casing and got ready to use the hidden blade within the Royal Stormtrooper glove - which he had only just remembered about. If there were hostiles taking shelter in the building, a flick of hiis thumb across his index finger would release the blade from its casing, hopefully into whatever would dare attack them.

From the time he had spent with the group, which was relatively short, he had come to find a sense of peace in himself; a peace not contested with the chaos of emotions and picking up those of others. It was calm, quiet and just himself. In fact, he had yet to pick up the feelings of any of the three with him. Nor had he dome with Galaar on Raxus - even though his voice and tone changed.
This could either be good, or bad, he thought.

@[member="CC-935 Bluejay"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"]

 

[Djorn Bline]

Rebel, with Calico, Galaar, and Voroll

"Sorry, commander. For talking you down." Canal said to Calico. He felt bad after talking to Calico like that. Then Galaar called him a runt for taking a knife for him. I was about to pull out something, something that would've break a couple of bones of Jay. But he didn't say anything. Just shut up and everything will turn out fine.

"Impressive," Canal said to Galaar when he kicked down the door. He thought Galaar didn't have a lot of strength left to him but the man still had some. He stayed behind so Calico could go in after Veroll followed Galaar.

Then all of a sudden he felt a bolt hit his back. He grinned not knowing who shot him and he said, "Come on you'll have to do better than that. You think a shot to the back is going to damage me or put me down?" He turned around to see who shot him and saw Bluejay. "You want another round with me, traitor?" He pulled out his pistol and shot five blaster bolts at her. "Galaar, Calico, and knight whatever your name is, get going apparently Jay hasn't learned her lesson. And here are my effects. I don't want Jay to use them against me." He handed Galaar his shotgun, Calico his blaster rifle, and the knight his three detonators. It wasn't going to take a long time for Canal to put down Bluejay. With his pistol in hand that was aiming at Jay and his knife on his shoulder which he'll use in a while he told his party three simple words, "I'll be back."

@[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"] @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Nyos Val]

REBELS- Mando Defense Tower

The response was less than pleasant, but he could expect no less from grunts. He replied from his perch on the windows ledge...

Well if you have wounded, I'm your guy. I'm actually a medic of my faction. I'll be over shortly if that's alright with you soldier.

Nyos walked back into the hallway and located a small medical office. He found a duffel bag and filled it to the brink with supplies, and even a cold drink in the medical officers lunch cooler. Walking back out to the room with the broken window, Nyos tightened the strap on the bag, secured his mask and blade, and sprinted for the ledge. As his foot planted on the absolute edge of the floor, he launched himself with the power of his legs, soaring through the air. He had time to spot another man wondering the streets and with the hacked comm channel would contact the man when he landed. A loud slam could be heard and felt by anyone nearby as Nyos made yet another crater in the soil of Mandalor. Dusting himself off as he climbed out of the crater, he walked to the building the troopers were held up. He made his presence known by calling out to the men over his comm.

Hey troopers, I'm here. Show me to your leader... Man I've always wanted to say that...I have supplies for the wounded. Anyone nearby who needs assistance, I'd be happy to see.

@[member="Voroll Dey Astaar"] @[member="CC-935 Bluejay"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"] @[member="CC-117 Canal"] @[member="Marek Starchaser"] @[member="Grimm"]

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Boolon Murr"]
TOP OF THE TOWER

Actually HK carried only one type of grenades with him, and they weren't explosives, they were filled with Force Breaker Gas. As soon as Boolon gripped them to change their trajectory momentum and pressure change sensors inside went off and the two grenades exploded in a thick cover of gas the writer always imagined was of a purple-ish color. There should have been enough gas in the grenades and the two duelists close together to envelop them and obscure view, it was something HK could counter easily with infra-red vision but he also took a gamble that Boolon wasn't one of those Jedi who could detect machines through the Force as easily as they would organics.

Either way, this distraction/gas cover should be enough to save HK from Boolon's Force throw. A general push would still hit him, but it wasn't, strictly speaking, a Force push. For Force throw visual contact was most often required, and for a second or two, HK just denied that to Boolon. It probably wouldn't last long, Ithorian should be able to hold his breath long enough to withstand the effects of gas and push it aside. Hopefully it also prevented him from doing a Force Bellow right away since he would have to take a deep inhale first, at least that's what HK calculated, another gambit of sorts.

Anyhoo, the droid really didn't wanted to test the theory, and neither did he particularly felt like dancing that day.
Boolon would see HK soon enough as the droid came cutting in his direction from smoke cover, metal claws elevating him above the metal floor silently as his sound dampeners activated, distributing his weight to avoid the metal bending beneath him. He was turned slightly, his side facing Boolon, his hand griping the hilt of his white lightsaber, burning white glow of the blade aimed to stab at Ithorian's chest with his fully extended hand. The droid's back was straight as he came at the Ithorian running, it was a move he hasn't used for a long time.
Fleche Running Attack of the Makashi Fencing Stance!

 

[Asar Anchti]

@[member="The Pale"]

Asar drew and ignited his lightsaber as soon as Pale charged at him. He still couldn't comprehend how the man doesn't show up on his HUD, but he didn't have luxury to think about it. The Kel-Dor decided to use defense techniques of Soresu. He put up the blade to met opponent's weapon. However, his intention wasn't to block the blade. That was just what he wanted Pale to think. Once the blades would met, Asar planned to use a technique he had never actually tried and he only read about it. It was called Trakata, the technique of momentarily switching off the blade then igniting it back again. He relied on huge figure of Pale and the laws of physics, that would force the charging man to lose his balance, once the expected resistance of Asar's blade would not come.

 

[Mandalore the Insurgent]

Rebels
Sanctuary
Underground HQ

@Preliat Mantis @Gilamar Skirata @Kira Liadain @Vulpesen @Strider Garon @TiCira D'Arr Hawk @Mia Monroe @Verz Horak @[member="Ket Van Derveld"]

"What happened....? Akala happened." He says quietly, even as someone informed @[member="Ordo"] that they'd not had any of those unwieldy weapons in years. "She wiped out everything; the Protectorate, the Republic, the Fringe. In twenty years? She's nearly unstoppable. Over time, we've been able to gather that her and her most ardent supporters may be part-Celestial in some manner."

He motioned to @[member="Melantha"]. "She's all but confirmed that for us."

Still, the Mandalore was too busy assessing the map to look at them. He stayed bent over it, snapping out orders between sentences. "We're going to hit the fortress from below. If we can take out Kaa, we can retake the world. We haven't much of a plan beyond that - it's a last ditch effort."

He motioned with a hand vaguely. "This is all we have. We've not vehicles besides the trams we use to get from place to place and about our only heavy weapons are some old rocket launchers we're running low on ammo for."

 

[The Pale]

@[member="Asar Anchti"]

Pale readied his timing. There was just a few running steps to go. A one handed strike wouldn't be enough to shatter his guard, not like a two handed strike. Not every attack needed to be one of overwhelming power though. Something he'd learned since coming back to this form of life. One needs to be reserved and precise at all times until the opportunity presents itself for an all out attack. The fight began as he was now in range to make the first strike. Pales blade of Beskar, Runeblade, took a vertical path seeking Asar's midsection.

 

[TiCira D'Arr Hawk]

Rebels
Sanctuary
Underground HQ

@Preliat Mantis @Gilamar Skirata @Kira Liadain @Vulpesen @Strider Garon @TiCira D'Arr Hawk @Mia Monroe @Verz Horak @Ket Van Derveld


The witch tolerated @[member="Racket"] using her as a perch, although to be frank, it was the familiar scent of the RacMeer's cigarillo that softened her. It brought back memories, of a far more serene life.


With a deep inhale of the spicey white smoke, and Racket's fluffy tail caressing her arm and his whiskers by her right breast, Ti'Cira made it abundantly clear to those who'd just joined the ranks of the resistance.


"The ranks of sentients you see before you are what is left," her voice was hollow, her expression weary. "Besides the ordnance we have scavenged, you are looking at the weapons left to battle Akala. We are the weapons."


"Guerilla tactics are all we have left, by using Mel's guidance and the warrens... we plan to attack Kaa hard and fast." The puckered pale pink scar over the right side of her face flexed, the peppered auburn hair of the older witch flanking her face. "The original plan was to provide a diversion... and set in motion the remaining forces to try to get to Kaa. " her jaw flexed, "I still can provide that diversion." it was suicidal of course.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Rebels
Sanctuary
Underground HQ

@Preliat Mantis @Gilamar Skirata @Kira Liadain @Vulpesen @Strider Garon @Ordo @Verz Horak @[member="Mandalore the Insurgent"] @[member="Racket"]

It took all of Mia's will power not to bounce Preliat's ignorant face of the table in front of them. If the galaxy burnt Mandalore lost a great deal too, they were not completely self sufficient. An argument for another time.

She removed her helmet tucking it under her arm surveying the map, and then the people around them. Hard eyes settled on @[member="TiCira D'Arr Hawk"] at her offer of suicide.

"What kind of distraction?" she asked.