All Hail the Dying Mando (Mando Rescue of Prelate Mantis)

[Ginnie Dib]

Space always seemed too quiet for how busy it'd gotten since Aditya Fitz-Kierke glared up at it from her backwater homeworld, peeved she couldn't reach up and touch the twinkling fissures of light. Seemed at the time that the swathes of open space were an unencumbered freedom where no six hour ballet practice nor squabbling parental units would touch her. Freedom was that first ticket she bought, armed with her knapsack and tool kit to be mechanista to the endless solar systems out. Out and about.

Sure didn't find that freedom, or if that was freedom it didn't spread nearly as far as the young girl had expected. Got married along the way - mistake - divorced, widowed, embittered and terrified by her first real encounter with a Sith Lord/Lady/It and it's penchant for playing people like puppets. Since then, Aditya hid in her engineering labs, chemistry labs and ships. She formulated concoctions for the Artisan Empire until it fell, then threw herself out to the reaches to stay one step further from the sinking feeling that she should have stayed home all along.

Enter [member="Preliat Mantis"], a Mandalorian mercenary she'd hired to protect her and her crew as they mined for Phrik. Something stuck, and once again Aditya Fitz-Kierke-turned-Amadis-turned-Fitz-Kierke felt the undeniable tug of an anchor point in the star charts. He'd swept in with the awkward gait of a dancer ill of footing, but he stuck.

That is, until Eli went to Empress Teta and got taken prisoner by the Sith. Why did it have to be Sith? The Amadis Widow spent no small expense hiring the perfect mercenary for the job of finding Eli: A twelve year old girl. [member="Ginnie Ordo"] swept in with the gumption of a child who had too much to prove and itched for the time she'd lost at her father's bedside. Aditya could respect that, paid up and off the pink clad Mando'ade went, coming back again with the efficiency of a person who had done similar things before.

Now with the information at hand, and her Eli within hours of rescue, Aditya couldn't stop mashing her fingers together and pacing the meeting room aboard her company's fastest interceptor. "We got all kinds of fire points and dangers and guards and I don't know what those purple squiggles are over there, there, there and there, but according to Ginnie Ordo's source they're fluffy and terrifying.

Anything other than a rabid Voorpah's gonna give me shivers at this point, but what do you guys think? You're the warrior bunch, I'm just the pretty engineer that screeches at danger 'cause it's scary and I'll break a nail."

Aditya put her hands flat down on the table as the images of the compound where Preliate Mantis was being held frothed to life. "We ain't far off now. Everyone . . is it a stupid question to ask if everyone's ready?"

Spoiler

[member="Jedediah Bagely"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Azrael"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Kal Kandossii"] [member="Brick"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Mierin"] [member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Said twelve year old mercenary should have been enjoying another lively chocolate milk shake, curled up by her Daddy [member="Ordo"]'s bedside reading him all about the homework she was supposed to get done. . . but Ginnie had a lot to prove. The entire Clan Ordo had a lot to prove and if this little pyromaniac Mando'ade could help strengthen the image, maybe the whole family would have an easier time.

Ginnie didn't mind bearing burdens no child should bear. Daddy Ordo and Mommy Rianna gave her a home. A life. In recompense for her safe bed and lullaby songs, Ginnie huddled in her Beskar'gam (freshly polished for the event!) and sat in the back of the room. "We gotta kill Giggles, too. Some kinda sithspawn or such what, far as I can tell. Oh, and there's a Hergelic that likes mutilating things. People shaped things. [member="Preliat Mantis"] is in rougher shape than a bantha in a slaughterhouse. So who plays Medic? Sure ain't me. I ain't no medic."

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"Up, Mantis. Time for inspection." A chuckle from the guards as they wandered into his cell, doing the daily routine of mental torture. They rolled him off the bed, and began to tear apart the room. Throwing the thin mattress around, tearing his meager clothing around, snapping his crutches. They sneered at him, and spit on him as he lay on the ground. His hands found the way to the ground, and he pushed upwards, placing his one (and only) good leg on the ground. They watched, what he did next. Always did. And he always did the same thing. He did a number of push ups, where he used to strain to balance himself, now, it became second nature.


Phantom pains were still there, phantom itches, all those things. The weight was still in his brain, but the reality was different- it wasn't there. He began to push upwards and downwards, feeling his muscles strain as the physical activity kept him sane. He learned to focus on the things. He ignored the torture in this moment, the beatings, the shock torture, the heat torture, the verbal torture, the mental torture he endured. And all that mattered- was doing his push ups. Focusing. He had to focus. Had to wait. His eyes turned back to the guard. A tall, burly man, with blonde hair and an ugly goatee. He laughed heartily, before slamming his foot into Preliat's ribcage.


"Don't look at us, prisoner. We're SIth. You're nothing in here. Nothing, you hear me, Mantis? Absolutely-"He paused and began to violently beat Preliat again. His friend, a dark skinned man, began to assault Preliat's back with a nightstick."Nothing. Not in here. You're a dark skinned freak of an Epicanthix in here, with one leg. Nothing. Oh, and by the way, I can't wait to see who gets to take your armor home. We're bidding on it today." They began to snigger, and gestured around the room.

"Clean it up or we'll be back, prisoner." They left the cell, and the door slammed shut, hissing with it's mechanical locks.


"I'm going to kill you first."Preliat said, rising to sit on the bed. He turned to the guard, who was just outside the door."And I'm going to put on my armor when I get out. And I'm going to stick my thumbs into your eyeballs." The guard laughed. They'd be back in a few minutes. Preliat looked around his cell, and then, to the broken crutch. He never thought of it before- they'd snapped it so easily. So it was mostly plastic and metal.


So, Preliat went to work, and started to make something that the guards would not like him to have. Shivs were nasty.


Preliat was nastier.

 

[Muad Dib]

Muad Dib sat in the meeting with his arms folded over his chest. No armor just his typical attire. Listening to the others he had pulled his skinning knife from the sheath and sat calmly cleaning his nails. He looked normal, just relaxing until time for action. But one look at his glowing blue eyes revealed the truth. He was not completely sane.

A grin crossed his face as Ginnie Ordo spoke of sithspawn. He had plenty of experience with them, and in fact some were quite cuddly. Of course for a mad man that didn't say a whole lot. Looking between the two females who were speaking he reminded himself that this wasn't just a job of chaos and mayhem. These people were allies. Chuckling lightly he sheathed his knife and leaned forward in his chair, glowing orbs of madness burning bright in his enthusiasm.

"So when does the killing start ladies?"

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Aditya Amadis"]

 

[Logan]

He was neither a mercenary nor a medic, like this little child was asking about. Granted, she was a tiny little thing but that armor and those scars on said armor told quite a different story so the man kept his mouth shut in regards to her question. The commando sat silently behind the pilot's seat, inspecting the person occupying such a chair with mild speculation that couldn't be seen from behind his visor. That last part probably wasn't apparent since his chin rested upon his chest, his chair leaned back as if he was sleeping. In actuality, he was merely relaxing and was reading over intelligence stuff from AARs and the like.

As for the strange fellow that sat to his right, Jed had not formulated a view upon him just yet. He was different indeed. Not the smart, genius kind of different and neither the sort on the opposite end of the spectrum. The guy sat there with a knife in hand, smartly cleaning his fingernails with the weapon and his gleaming blue eyes.

"Most killing isn't necessary, vod." Jed grumbled, easing his head up just a tad. "Don't kill for the fun of it, kill because it's for a worthy cause."

This was one such worthy cause, but he'd have to keep an eye on this man.

[member="Aditya Amadis"], [member="Ginnie Ordo"], [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Pa'Kar Sang]

He waited. And waited. And waited.

He had been trained for jobs like this. Extraction, infiltration, sabotage. The Ori'ramikade didn't skimp on what needed to be learned. Jaden waited, checking his weapons ready to take back the vode that had been taken from them the day Mand'alor Skirata was killed in battle. It was time to pick up the wolf.

 

[Kal Kandossii]

His fingers deftly shuffled the cards in his hands. Flicking them back and forth he made a card appear then disappear. It was an impressive showing of sleight of hand. But Kal wasn't even paying attention to his hands as he watched the others. They were an interesting lot. A kid with spunk and armor to back it up, a woman who seemed to have a very personal connection with the poor missing mando, a weirdo with a knife, a too serious gun for hire, and a quiet short.

Kal laughed to himself. Then there was him. He was a ladies man, smith, hunter, loud mouth, and the list goes on. He glanced down at the cards as he shook his head. Yep they were a group of diverse people. Let's hope they got the ob done before they killed one another.

[member="Jaden Taacyn"] [member="Jedediah Bagely"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Aditya Amadis"]

 

[Nyos Val]

Sitting on a crate in the corner, the Goliath soldier rested his arms on he Reaver. He awaited the time to fight, after all, that's what he was created to do. In the last few months, he'd done his fair share of it and was ready to do it again.

Preliat, a man he did not know, but he was going to try and save anyways, because that's what Mandos do. Fight for their own. The colossus looked around the room at the groups of trained soldiers, it was going to be a glorious fight, blood of the Sith shall be spilt this day.


[member="Kal Kandossii"][member="Jaden Taacyn"][member="Jedediah Bagely"][member="Muad Dib"][member="Preliat Mantis"][member="Ginnie Ordo"][member="Aditya Amadis"]

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Ginnie sucked on her bottom lip, then brushed off and stood up, pulling her blaster carbine up and onto her shoulder. "HUD says we're two minutes out. S'go gents! Guns blazing, hit them to the wall Mandalorian recompense and all." There was no way, a little worry tickled her with the fatalism of it. . . there was no way the Sith didn't see them coming. Stealth was one thing, but a prison complex full of a bunch of Sith. . . at least one of their number was a Force Sensitive and Ginnie Ordo didn't shut off. . . like she was going to tell the others that.

"You coming or staying behind, Ma'am? No offence, but you don't look up for the fight." The ship rocked as it began its' touching down, Ginnie put her free hand on her lightsaber clipped to her side and swerved round to walk right out the door. The twelve year old didn't care what kinds of dangers lied hidden beneath the terrors of the prison, she'd heard enough from [member="Elaine Thul"]. Grab [member="Preliat Mantis"], punch [member="Preliat Mantis"], kill Giggles, make hades for Sith. She pushed outward as [member="Ket Van-Derveld"] taught her, listening not with her HUD but with the Force itself.

The otherwise deaf little thing heard echoes on the walls, footsteps, murmurs of conversation and two guards who were nearly out the door. She whispered what they were saying to the other Mandos, until they could pick it up themselves. "One legged idiot."

"He's my favourite play thing right now, since that Ghostling met the Ghost. I'm glad he's breaking slowly."

"More fun?"

"More practice. Master Sivas's a hardball."

"Wanna go back in, rough him up some more?"
"Interrupt his push-ups."

"Darn man, those stupid push ups!"

"I'm gonna break both his hands."

"Not the hands. The shoulders. Can't do push ups without your shoulders, he tries to do anything more than sitting in bed, he'll choke."

"Yes. Let's go back."

"Not till I finish my stim-caf."

Ginnie waited for the hangar plank to open, then jumped the 20 feet to the ground and landed in a crouch. No doubt the other Mandalorians would follow her lead then pounce on the enemy as they always did.

[member="Kal Kandossii"] @Jacey Taacyn [member="Jedediah Bagely"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Aditya Amadis"] [member="Titan"]

 

[Silas Mantis]

Silas was calm, .he'd been waiting for this mission a long time. It got the Mandolorians back a top notch fighter, was a chance to take down so dar'jetti, and it would allow him to look Preliat in the eyes and ask him why he'd cut them out of his life. Once upon a time the savage warrior they were here to rescue had been a child, his brother, the two had tumbled and fought, laughed and cried, they'd been there for eachother as brothers should. When Preliat left for hockey, then war, it had been hard for Silas, but he'd adjusted, his brother still watched out for them, but then something happened to him. Something that made him a feral beast, a wolf, a wolf who cut ties with his pack without a word. Now the pack was coming to him.

Silently he checked his gear over for a third time, ensuring every blade, explosive, weapon and bit of ammunition was ready for use. Tomahawks, knives, pistol, rifle, it all checked out as the young Mandolorian sat quietly in his beskar, awaiting things to heat up and get interesting.

[member="Kal Kandossii"] @Titan Jaden Taacyn Jedediah Bagely Muad Dib Preliat Mantis Ginnie Ordo Aditya Amadis

 

[Nyos Val]

The titan followed Ginnie out the ramp. 20 feet down, the giant soldier slammed into the ground beside Ginnie. He leveled his Reaver and turned the slaughter up to eleven as he began unleash a barrage of bolts into the nearby prison guards. He continued to move forward to the prison gates.

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[member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Kal Kandossii"] [member="Jaden Taacyn"] [member="Jedediah Bagely"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]​

 

[Muad Dib]

With a grin he watched the pink armored kid take charge before leaping from the ship fully expecting the mandos to follow. Stretching he walked to the lip as a few jumped from in front of him. Glancing at Jed Muad grinned again.

"Killing isn't always necessary but it is fun. Might as well be in a good cause right?"

With a chuckle he too jumped from the ramp. Bending his knees he drew the force to his body, strengthening his muscles and tendons, so when he hit he was able to absorb the kinetic shock. One mando opened fire on the guards just as they were talking about torturing another prisoner. Maybe it was the man they were here for. It didn't matter for their fate was sealed by Titan.

Stopping at their bodies Muad picked up a little club one of them was holding before straightening and walking to the gate. Leaning against it he smacked the gate three times with the club leaving a resounding thud from the echoing metal.

"Knock knock. We're selling cookies. It's a great deal. No? Okay, that works too."

Moving from the gate he glanced up as his hand pulled the lightsaber from his belt and ignited it's blue blade. Drawing in the force he let the rage and anger that always burned under his surface fill him giving himself a dark aura, one nearly identical to the sith inside. Then he sliced the blade down severing the lock. His boot lashed out kicking the gate in.

"I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down."

A gleam in his glowing eyes revealed just how much he loved this as he walked into the courtyard of the prison. Four guards ahead opened fire as another two in the tower brought their sniper rifles to bear. Shaking his head in amusement Muad ran forward, twirling and weaving, his lightsaber parrying the bolts that would score his flesh all the while his nimble moves kept many more bolts from contacting his person.

He was the decoy drawing the attention of the guards allowing the other mandos to either eliminate the shooters or to move into the prison while he created the disturbance to pull in more guards and hopefully a sith or two.

@Titan @Silas Mantis [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Jaden Taacyn"] [member="Jedediah Bagely"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Aditya Amadis"]

 

[Kal Kandossii]

Following along he dropped from the ship and landed, rolling forward to disperse the jarring impact. Trotting over as Titan fired and Muad ran ahead Kal dropped by the guards and checked their bodies pulling a set of keys and key card from the body. Tossing them to Ginnie who seemed to be the one in charge he pulled his 48. caliber enforcer with his left.

"I know we were going to be seen coming in, but holy fierfek this is kinda ballsy with a full frontal." He grimaced a bit under his buy'ce but what done was done. The prison's inhabitants knew they were there and had heavy fire power. He prefered hiding strength until it was needed but there was something to hitting with full strength and crushing the opposition. Just as long as the enemy didn't have reinforcements.

@Titan @Muad Dib [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Jaden Taacyn"] [member="Jedediah Bagely"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Aditya Amadis"]

 

[Silas Mantis]

Well, this was brave. Leaping from the shuttle instantly the younger Mantis whipped the pistol at his side and let off a series of shots in quick succession. One trooper, two trooper, three trooper, four trooper, white armored soldiers of the One Sith Empire collapsed as the Westar-34's blasts caught them in the chest. Weaving left and right he avoided hostile blaster fire as best he could before diving behind cover. Unlike the dar'jetti helping them, he couldn't swing around a light saber and deflect blaster bolts, he had to get low.

Without hesitation the boy grabbed a thermal detonator from his belt, armed the sphere of destruction, and hurled it back over the crate into the Sith formation. "Det out!" He exclaimed, ducking his head as the blast unleashed seconds later. Flame consumed the storm troopers as a number were hurled in any direction. One such trooper landed near Silas, injured horribly, disfigured and in agony. He made it painless. The Westar sounded loudly as Silas put a blast through the man's brain pan, and for just a moment he felt sympathy. Just for a moment.

Kal Kandossii [member="Titan"] Jaden Taacyn Jedediah Bagely Muad Dib Preliat Mantis Ginnie Ordo Aditya Amadis

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The shoelace coiled around the last piece of the broken crutch, a cheap metal that probably cost more to ship to the prison than to make. His brown eyes darted upwards, as he shifted to one side of the bed, to sit on it as best he could. He rose to a single leg, balancing himself before gently moving to the door. He slid down the wall, grunting at the effort. Before he held the shiv in his hands, narrowing his eyes. Then, gunshots. Explosions. Sounds of blaster fire, and return fire. Whoever was here, he knew it wasn't for him. The Mandalorians could have no real way to tell where he was, and he doubted that they were able to press any Sith for information where he was. But damn it all- he couldn't spend another minute being tortured or beaten. His eyes were puffy, his cheeks sunken in, his muscles atrophied, scars took over the most of his body.


No more, he told himself, waiting by the door with the shiv. If he was to die, he would die fighting.



"Come and get your Wolf, Sith."

 

[Nyos Val]

As the others filled out of the ship, Deimos walked forward, spewing blaster bolts like he was a dragon. He made his way through the blaster fire, some pinging off his armor, others punched in. He felt no pain, as he was created not to. He pressed on, absorbing shots to lessen the fire on his allies.

Shouldering the Reaver, he unslung the Ravager and loosed a plasma cannon bolt at the doors.

The way is open, was all he called as he walked in to face the guards behind, some lay on the floor, bleeding out from the explosion. A Sith charged him with a lightsaber, Deimos sacrificed his forearm plate to shove the barrel of the Ravager into the face of the Sith, shattering the skull. He walked further in, swapping his weapons again and returning to the grind of feeding bolts to the bodies of the Sith and their troopers.


[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Kal Kandossii"] @Maud Dib [member="Ginnie Ordo"]

 

[Ginnie Dib]

OOC: Hei Mando guys - there are Sith who will be replying to this thread & giving us some real competition. So please take into account there are Sith Lords who have yet to post. Please wait. Thanks! ~ Lizzy.

Ginnie watched the Mandos wreck a path through the entry way and saved her bullets and energy packs. Instead, the girl took the key and key card from [member="Kal Kandossii"]. "They felt us coming. We won't have a chance in Hoth once the reinforcements arrive. Where the heck's [member="Aditya Amadis"]? She's supposed to be running this thing. . . lady's not a fighter. We wouldn't be here if she didn't want her boyfriend back."

"Mando'ade!" Ginnie called out, her HUD augmented voice reverberating off the walls. She flicked her comm in her HUD to connect with the rest of the group. "Buddy up, cover your sixes! We find Mantis as a team. [member="Muad Dib"] and [member="Titan"] in front! [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Jedediah Bagely"] in middle! [member="Kal Kandossii"] with me! Amaris, get in here you goof! Silas, Jedediah, keep [member="Aditya Amadis"] safe and help her get [member="Preliat Mantis"] to the ship fast as you can.

Keep your views on 360, don't get pincered out. Follow me."

Flicking her comm to reverberate outward again, Ginnie stood on top of a crate of prison supplies and raised her right hand. The 3D blueprint of the prison flashed on the holoprojector built into her armour, and a faint pink dot began to shimmer into existence. "I have target lock on Preliat Mantis. Keep your eyes open for a monster named Giggles. . . where are you Darths? I can feel you. . . Kal, you've fought Sith before with me. Back on Contruum, wasn't it? Or Ord Radama. . . You had your wife with you. I was there with my sister. I seem to remember you were good with decking F.U's. . . keep a strong head on your shoulders. I need your common sense." The child hopped down and started for the cell, she kept clear of most fire, skipping from barrier to barrier without having to fire a shot.

The other Mandalorians were having a swell time with their cover fire.

[member="Aditya Amadis"] made her way to stand beside [member="Silas Mantis"], ducking her head and shrieking at every shot fired.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Aditya Amadis"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Jedediah Bagely"] [member="Jaden Taacyn"] [member="Kal Kandossii"] [member="Titan"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Silas Mantis"]

"Oooo," he thought as he walked alongside a team of Sith Acolytes. He raised his black eyes and saw smoke from the prison nearby, "people are dying."

He tapped the nearest Sith on the shoulder and pointed to the smoke then backhanded him across the face.

<<reinforce them useless thing.>> He spoke to the groups minds. <<and bring troops with you. They at least have a purpose.>>

The Acolytes rushed away and Odium waites until they were out of sight and rubbed his hands together smiling wickedly before rushing up a fireescape. He reached into his satchel as he arrived on the roof, he sat on the edge with a pair of electro-binoculars and a bag of popped corn to wait for more things to die.

 

[Helios]

Near the top floor of the prison stood Helios, watching the intruding party from within the as they initiated a dogfight with the guards outside. Dressed in dark garbs, the flashing lights of the battle outside illuminated Helios' form as he stood in the dark room. An amphistaff lightly constricted the Eldorai's waist as it twisted, and then relaxed, provoking a few rubs from Helios' thumb. Two Dauntless blades were strapped to his left hip, in silver scabbards with Eldorai language inscriptions on them. A black sack was also strapped to the small of his back, housing several different types of vong weaponry, mostly of the bug variety. And finally his hand cannon hung from a clip at his right side, next to a double-bladed lightsaber. Helios clasped his hands behind his back and let out a sigh as he turned his attention back to the invading party. Blaster bolts went to and fro as an almost disappointed look crossed the Eldorai's pale features. A rescue-attempt was imminent, given how long they'd kept [member="Preliat Mantis"] after his capture. However, the tactic was nothing new. Mandalorians charging the front door with guns and battering rams, thrilled to pull some triggers. But a breach had been made, proving that it couldn't be too infective if they were inside.

"Alert the remaining Sith in the prison, or otherwise nearby, of our intruders." Silenced passed between Helios and his acolyte before he finished the statement. "I shall visit the center of our troubles."

Helios turned on his heel then, as he approached the door and allowed it to hiss open before he moved into the hallway, en route to Preliat. Should the Mandalorians make it inside, Helios would fight them here, in these tight hallways where it was much more advantageous for him and his arsenal than being outside in the open. Or if things turn out sour, an attempt to execute the prisoner would quiet the halls. Negotiations were something that Helios enjoyed. Yet, manipulation wasn't a foreign concept either. If the the threat of Preliat's death proved effective, it would be possible to lure them into becoming prisoners themselves. These things always went better when both sides has something the other wants.


[member="Jedediah Bagely"] Aditya Amadishttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2503-aditya-amadis/, Ginnie Ordo, Preliat Mantis, Muad Dib [member="Darth Odium"]

 

[Rosa Gunn]

Bare feet moved lightly across the rooftop, her steps silent. The same could not be said of her handmaidens who flanked her at every waking moment. She was beyond caring but it irked her that they might alert [member="Darth Odium"] of her approach. She loathed him, being around him clouded her mind, overloaded her with emotion. She paused behind him, her handmaidens falling back slightly. Even they, untrained in the force, could sense the despair around him. It was enough to make anyone sick. She imagined pushing him off the edge, imagined his face as he fell and met his imminent doom on the duracrete below.

"Trouble, brother?" She purred at him, amber eyes glittering with hate.

A spike in emotion below her made her eyes roll into the back of her head. Fear. Pain. Death. She relished in it, and hated herself for it. She felt a hand on her arm, and looked to see her maiden clutching it. She must have staggered. What was it? An attack? So small, so pointless. She extended her senses followed the trail of emotions. Hope, determination, hate.

"Mandalorians. Why are they here?"