Rebellion Amongst the Ashes | The Rebellion of the Mandalore Hex [ DWC vs MU ]

[Jaster Awaud]

- Jaster continued to work as the Medic assisted him with stabilizing the Mandalorian Warrior that was injured. The battle occurred around him and he took in the information that was being processed to him. There was a lot going on that he was not aware of, but that was normal for a battle like this. He had suspected that Death Watch had sent these droids, but they were sith. Jaster just could not understand why the Sith would be here, they did not have the power to take Mandalore back. The Civil War that erupted along with the War with the Republic, Silvers and Imperial made it clear that they were stretched thin. This may have been just some break away group that was looking to sow chaos and discord in their retreat. The Union was not able to clear a lot of Sith Data that were left behind so that was another point interest. However, he could not worry about the whys, but the solutions.

- He stood up and waved two of his men to take the wounded warrior to the retreating area where the ships were taking the wounded off planet. Jaster was a little miffed about what was happening, but he knew it could not last much longer. Many of his warriors were with Clan Awaud in space assisting with the evacuation. However, several other warriors of his clan were now there to reinforce those that were falling back due to injuries. He had to push to where the Sith were breaking in.

- The Elder turned to his warriors, "Alright boys, lets push this threat back so the palace guard can finish getting our loot off planet." He then turned to the Elites that were there sent by Adenn Kyramud to help him, "We can hold this corridor now, fall back to your Alor and find out where the break in is coming from, holding this corridor will allow the us to evacuate the palace." He went into General Status and started to direct his men and others to positions to fortify the hallway.

- Jaster could not worry more then what he could take care of. He was no longer the Alor of Clan Awaud, he did not have the endless wave of warriors at his beck and call. He just had his loyal supercommandos and a few droids that could be of assistance, and that was to hold this corridor. So that was all he could focus on, and the Sith Droids and Graug were now going to push against them. They were protecting something, but he could not push that deep yet till other parts of the palace could be evacuated.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

F O R T R E S S - I M P E R I O U S​

Tag: Kranak Vizsla | Stardust Solus Skirae | Rynn Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla |

<"Copy that!"> She chuckles, Knocking her knuckles against Kranak's pauldron once or twice on her way past. This, This felt good. Despite the circumstances, She was here with Vizslas, With family. Something she hadn't felt since she fled Yasha's reign when she was a little girl. Even Stardust, A leader of mandalorian Jedi and House Solus, Was a member of her extended family now.

And just like Tor Valum, They would surely fight as a family does on the field.

Then, Having passed Kranak and drawn her pistol for the upcoming fight, She turns to stardust <"Star, The Rallymaster is right. I'll send some people to hijack weapons and cover your brothers while you lead us in">

It was then that she gestured for a number of her own forces to move in, Sending both Deathtroopers of Krieg and even ex-nite owls
One of which, A nite owl rallymaster clad in crimson whom ex-MU personnel from the dominion of wayland might recognize, Stopped beside Rynn for just a moment, Giving him the once over <"Good choice~"> She chuckles at the rallymaster's colorscheme before proceeding to the control room with her troops

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[Siv Dragr]

C R I M S O N
H U N T

Objective: Seek Vengeance | Eliminate Crimson Hunt Target
Tag: Other Space Kaiden
Theme: x

Siv was, suprisingly, right.

His first blaster bolt found purchase in the shoulder of the Sith Lord, its enhanced properties allowing it to tear into the ultrachrome plating of the Sith's armor. The beast howled in pain, a roar that reverberated across the battlefield, over the deafening tramping of the army of Graug around them. Vulcanus seemed to swat away the other bolts to prevent his death at its hand, although the move seemed to bring its own type of pain. As Siv continued to fire he watched the Sith backpedal away, hurriedly moving out of the blasterfire.

But the Tarka'yayr electrowhip would not be so easily dodged. It wasn't enough to kill, no -- but as the electrowhip retracted back into his gauntelt Siv could see Vulcanus's arm hanging there. A weakness. His eyes narrowed as he prompted his jetpack to adjust his trajectory slightly, so he could hone in on that and go for the kill.

But the jetpack didn't respond to Siv's input. Siv frowned. The ground was approaching nearer. He tried again. The jetpack didn't respond. And suddenly warning lights blared in Siv's HUD. The right nozzle ignited on full burn, turning the hunter's dive into an uncontrolled spin. The pressure grew and grew, warning klaxons blaring in Siv's ears, vertigo nearly getting the best of him, until the fuel cell exploded.

A second later, Siv rag dolled into the ground, smoke pouring from the burst fuel cell. Gritting his teeth, he tore the destroyed jetpack from his back and cast it to the side. His armor had tanked most of the blast, and most of the fall, but he could feel a fracture in his upper right arm. Vulcanus was fifteen-something yards away, and Siv reached for his blaster -- but it had fallen out of his grasp in the tumble, bouncing on the rocky ground until it fell into the horde of moving Graug. . . and was trampled. "Chit," Siv swore. His mind racing, he reached into a pouch with his good arm and procured a single-use stim injectant. Popping off the medical seal, he exposed a bit of his neck to inject the stimulant into his system, feeling an artificially, enhanced adrenaline run through him. His arm no longer hurt, but it wasn't healed -- the pain merely blocked temporarily.

That out of the way for now, he dragged himself to his feet, his beskar armor dirtied from the fall. His breathing was loud, labored, and he felt a compromising anger as he looked at his foe. He drew his skira vibroknife with his right hand, feeling its familiar grip in his palm. He looked down at it, the last vestige of his Clan, and up against the Sith. And then he began sprinting, covering the distance in only a few seconds before leaping into the air, raising his knife above his head to come down on the Sith with a shattering war cry.
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[Ijaat Mereel]

// ALLIES: NONE
// ENEMIES: TSE | Graug | Pollution | Planet | Darth Carnifex
// TAGS: Trajan Kurze | Adenn Kyramud | Jaster Awaud | Ra Vizsla

The tug of the cord and the flip caught him off guard. He was yanked forward and to the ground, cursing the matrilineal side of Carnifex's ancestry with deadly accusations of impropriety as he hit the throne room floor. But it wouldn't be that easy. As Carnifex neared the apex of his flip, Ijaat leaned into it and ignited the thrusters of his propulsion system. Every spare ounce of power he could summon was pushed into the flight systems, and he rocketed straight at his foe, fully prepared to wrap him in a grapple and show him just what a keldabe kiss was.

Sometimes flowery tactics worked. Except... Everyone has a plan until they get hit in the mouth... Some ancient Coruscanti said that...

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Rynn Vizsla Aloy Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Tahlah Vizsla

Their vambraces clashed, stardust stood straighter and offered a proud smile, letting go she glanced about the room and it all hit her at once. Death watch and her band of mandalorians setting in the same room and yet not a shot fired, she looked to aloy and felt great pride swell in her chest then looked to rynn and felt that a future where mandalorians may once again unite may actually be more then a dream

Shaking herself out of the trance stardust nodded her head and looked to her buyce as she put it on feeling it seal and the lekku armor extend as she glanced to rynn then aloy

then we must move quickly, get the info, and get or before all hell decides to rain its fiery upon us

With that she barked orders quickly, telling them to assist the crusaders as needed and prepare for defense, with that done she commed over to Tahlah Vizsla

hold position we are on our way, be advised crusaders are blue I repeat crusaders are blue do not engage them

With that she started quickly leading them down to where they had found the tunnel entrance, which wasn't to far of a trek

 

[Tahlah Vizsla]

Vizsla of Roon​

Tag: Stardust Solus Skirae Aloy Vizsla Kranak Vizsla Rynn Vizsla





Tahlah and the others listened for a response to the message she sent. It took a bit, but it seemed now they were coming. When they heard Stardust's voice and that they were coming, all of a sudden a burst of new life sprang among the younger vod at the entrance to the tunnel. The two who joined the conversations later cheered a bit, the other on the round went back to polishing his pistol in his lap but with a bit more vigor now. Meanwhile, the two standing watch relaxed a bit for once. Meanwhile, Tahlah, grinning gill to gill under her mask, constituted herself a bit, then put her wrist to her mask again.
"You got it! We'll see you soon then."

When she finished that little transmission, she joined in on the celebration. Finally! Action was going to happen.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Carnifex's eyes narrowed as Mereel rocketed towards him, his armored hands raised up to greet the Mandalorian as they collided in midair. They grappled as Mereel's jetpack flung them up and around the throne room, crashing into the fine marble decorations before an errant strike by Carnifex sent both of them careening towards the ground. As they plummeted, Carnifex's forehead was gashed open by a vicious blow from Mereel's helmet as he slammed his face into the former Dark Lord's.​

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Blood sprayed out in an arc as the two smashed into the ground, the impact separating them; albeit still attached together by the cable wrapped around one of Carnifex's legs. Somewhat dazed from the blow to his skull, Carnifex reached out to grab the cable with both of his hands and pulled a section of it towards him. Mouth agape, the former Dark Lord of the Sith unleashed a torrent of bright azure flames from deep within his gullet. The fire spewed over the whipcord, superheating the metal to a point where it grew hotter than the plasma blade of a lightsaber. The beskar melted under such extreme heat, and the cord snapped as the bonds which kept it together were no long insoluble.​

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Free of his tether to the Mandalorian, Carnifex retrieved his lightsaber from where it had slipped from his grasp in the melee and ignited his blade. All around them, the sounds of warfare and destruction raged ever louder. Fires were spreading throughout the city, Sundari once more coming alight as the Mandalorians and the Sith-allied forces clashed. The windows lining the throne room had been blown inwards long ago, shards of glass littering the broken marble floor; the throne itself in shambles after a portion of the ceiling had crashed down to smash it into pieces.​

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Sundari was dying.​

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Carnifex rushed forward, his speed enhanced by the Dark Side to appear almost instantaneous to the untrained eye, slashed out with his blade to strike at Mereel and push him back with a flurry of blows.​

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Ijaat Mereel ​

 

[Milla Kryst]

Location: MandalMotors Orbital Shipyards
Interactions: Saga of Valour
Allies: Death Watch Crusade
Enemies: TBD

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Suddenly, one of the Mandalorians Milla was traveling with spoke up, saying they were near the data center. This was it, exactly what Milla was here for. "Where is it? Is it on this wall or out of the way," she asked. She was ready to blow the wall open since it was a secured room, and they didn't have the time to make a hacking attempt. Over the comms, it sounded like some Mandalorian Union soldiers were preparing to blow the shipyard out of orbit ( Jurr Awaud ). There was some chatter going on, but neither Milla nor any of the vode she was working with were of any necessary rank to make any decisions at that moment. The one to do so would be Rally Master Vendrik, or Rynn himself. Before any decisions were made, or the Mandalorian Union would decide to draw first blood on fellow Mandalorians, Milla wanted to get out and not be part of any political drama.

One of the Mandalorians checking some data said the data center was on the other side of the wall, but not against it. That meant the explosives they had would be safe to use. Or, rather than explosive devices.... Milla's rocket launcher. "Clear the way," she said as she drew the rocket launcher. The vode took up positions to cover from enemy droids and to be out of the way of the explosion as Milla prepared. "We get in, we get out, chatter is picking up over the comms, we don't have much time," and with that, she fired. Down the hallway a bit the rocket flew, before clashing into the wall and rocking the shipyard slightly. After the explosion went off, Milla stood and ran for the opening, slinging the rocket back over her shoulder and pulling out the Scattergun. Immediately unloading a few shots into a few droids protecting the room that weren't thrown back by the blast. The other Mandalorians moved in, some providing covering fire while the other tech-savvy ones began accessing the information.

Milla took a console, but she wasn't tech savvy, she had to wait for the Mandalorians doing the hacking to get her access to her terminal. While she waited, she reached into one of her armors pockets and pulled out a datachip, then searched around for a place to insert it. One of the Mandalorians providing covering fire spoke up, saying they need to get out as soon as possible before the droids swarm their location and surround them.​

 

[Ijaat Mereel]

// ALLIES: NONE
// ENEMIES: TSE | Graug | Pollution | Planet | Darth Carnifex
// TAGS: Trajan Kurze | Adenn Kyramud | Jaster Awaud | Ra Vizsla

Fire. A snapped cord. Blood trickling from a broken nose impacting a cracked visor on his helmet. Ijaat cursed as he rose, and cursed louder as the former Dark Lord of the Sith flew at him. with his beskad raised he stepped to the side. His armor had taken a beating. Systems showed red, and the low-level commands he issued to his right side gauntlet darts showed no response. That entire vambrace likely took a tad too much heat... Spinning to the side, Ijaat had fractions of a moment to think of a reply to the actions of his opponent.

Feeling the Force swell, he continued the spin, grimacing as the tight, psychotically fast turn wrenched his ankle. Taking the momentum of his spin, he lashed out, sensing a weak point in the moment, and there was a slight decompression of the air around the Iron Father, and a popping of ears as if elevation had changed. Shatterpoint, the right pressure at the right time. The armor would crumple in moments, and the bones and ligaments of the knee would almost explode, bruising flesh and rendering the joint immobile and immensely painful. But it wouldn't slow someone like the man he fought down much. The beskad blade harmlessly tinked off the knee armor of his foe as they missed each other by bare centimeters otherwise.

Skittering, he landed with a limp, shaking his head trying to clear the fog from the headbutt and the faint fuzz and ring from his helmet systems being a bit fried. Straightening, he assumed a low guard and waited. Reactive had always been his style, and with decades of experience and dozens of styles each, it was a toss up between the two to know who was the better swordsman.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Carnifex stumbled as his left leg suddenly gave out, forcing him down for a second as the realization of what happened struck the former Dark Lord of the Sith. Had he been who he once was, Carnifex would have cried out as the ligaments and bones in his knee were shattered almost instantaneously. A chink in his armor exploited in a moment of disorientation, an opportunity rarely found by those who have put themselves between the Black Iron Tyrant and his ambitions.​

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"Clever," hard-fought praise. He rose up, wrenching the shattered remains of his knee up with him as he held what remained together purely through the Dark Side of the Force. He had witnessed the young Jedi Kisaku Oroken puppeteer his body through the Force after it had been rendered practically useless by a volley of Sith Lightning on Ziost, an image that had stuck with him ever since those days. Now he applied that same principle, magnified through the Dark Side, into holding his useless leg together to keep himself from toppling to the floor.​

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The injury did not stop the former Emperor from continuing forward on his path, and he launched another attack against Mereel. He steeped himself in the visceral nature of Juyo, striking repeatedly with a sequence of connected strikes that were as relentless as they were brutal. He too reached out with the Force to throw the debris of the throne room at Mereel, to strike him in the back and sides while his attention was diverted into defending himself from Carnifex.​

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He would also use the Force to break the floor beneath Mereel's feet whenever he could, to unbalance him at every given opportunity. Had it proven crucial to his victory, Carnifex would have brought down the entire palace with just the Force. However, he relented on such drastic action for the moment, preferring to combat this Mandalorian in the traditional style of both of their people; heated one-on-one combat.​

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Where only one would be left standing.​

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Ijaat Mereel ​

 

[Ijaat Mereel]

// ALLIES: NONE
// ENEMIES: TSE | Graug | Pollution | Planet | Darth Carnifex
// TAGS: Trajan Kurze | Adenn Kyramud | Jaster Awaud | Ra Vizsla

Juyo was primal, chaotic, and deadly. The floor cracked, debris flew at him. He wrenched his lightsaber free and spun both it and the beskad in swift circles, but could not deflect every blow. A chunk of the wall hit his leg, armored or not the size of it hyper-extended his knee and saw him lag enough to stumble and take more hits from trying to navigate the floor maze his foe was creating. Carnifex was burning hot, and wouldn't last long this furiously, but the gamble for both was just how long would he last? Would it be too short, and Ijaat emerge the victor? Or would it be enough to overpower the veteran swordsman fighting against the Sith Lord?

Ijaat wasn't a gambling man. Not for such odds.

The holocron of Darth Caedus had detailed an ability called Force Control, where one could channel staggering amounts of power through themselves, many times over the normal amount, and succeed in mind-boggling feats with said power. Flipping back he landed in a skittering slide and hiss of pain. His lightsaber flew for Carnifex as he threw it, the Force swelling around him like a veritable nexus of raw power. Equal parts calm serenity and cold fury, the very definition of the steeled mind of a Mando'ad. Balance and lethality seemed to flow out from him in waves as he swept his hand out and up at the ceiling.

Some grandoise mind of some "manda'lor" had mounted one of the few intact mythosaur heads to the massive arched ceiling of the throne room, beskar bandding and decorating it, sheathing the horns. It weighed as much a several starfighters in all likelyhood, and was well beyond what he could normally move. But pushing his limits as he were, the skull sailed from the ceiling with ease as it burst into flames and headed right at Carnifex with blinding speed, a veritable and literal meteor of Mandalorian rage and vengeance.

"Kom'rk tsad droten troch nyn ures adenn."

His epitaph uttered, he sunk to one knee as the throne room began to burn, hoping to all the hells he had killed the damn cockroach of a Sith that he faced.

Spoiler

Mando'a translation: The gauntlet of Mandalore strikes without mercy.

 

[Milla Kryst]

Location: MandalMotors Orbital Shipyards
Interactions:
Allies: Death Watch Crusade
Enemies: TBD

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"Got it, we're in," one of the Mandalorians spoke up. Yes! Milla inserted her datachip and started to access the terminal, scrambling for blueprints. She could always hire someone later to make new blueprints for stuff, but these were the original blueprints, the original ships of the Mandalorians. They held some nostalgia to the name Mandalorian, and were also a signature of the people to others. She didn't need them, but she had plans to produce these in support of Death Watch Crusade. That was her plan all along, steal the blueprints from this shipyard and get out. Then help Death Watch Crusades future by getting these built as support. But there was a lot more to it, and her dreams wouldn't come in a day, but she hoped that in the end, Death Watch Crusade would have a pipeline of funds, ships, weapons and armor to fuel the fires of war..... and revenge. But, it was all for one, singular goal, that Milla had. However, that was her little secret.

Just then, weapons fire shot off outside. One of the Mandalorians spoke up, saying the droids found them, and it was a lot of them. Just as they finished talking, the primary entrance to the vault opened, with droids pouring in. After the other Mandalorians said they were all done, Milla pulled her datachip and secured it in one of her pockets, pulling her scattergun again. She took cover, before peeking around and firing a shot off, "I'm all good, let's go!" The Mandalorian leading the squad chose the hallway with fewer droids and cleared a path, showing the way they would take. "This is Briijank, requesting extraction at the south-east section of the Shipyard," that was the squad lead, and extraction meant no more roaming around the ship. Mission accomplished, now they just needed to get out.

Time felt strained, but they reached an airlock where it seemed extraction was planned as best as possible with the records the team had. They would he dropping out of the airlock and using their jetpacks to get into their extraction ship. Were it so easy. Being on the shipyard it felt quieter than the outside vacuum of space, even though it was dead silent. Aside from some rumblings of the weapons fire hitting the orbital array, the team only had to deal with droids. Out here, a war was in full effect. Turbolasers were firing, fighters en masse dogfighting, explosions ripping off. The team had to watch out for fighters buzzing by, and do their best not to be hit by anti-ship weaponry with limited oxygen and jetpack fuel. The fighters got close, and the weapons fire wasn't gentle either, even the automated defense systems started firing, but thankfully the dropship came. The squad loaded up as quickly as they could, and the coordinates were set. If the mothership was close enough, they'd head for it. If not, they'd jump out. "Mission accomplished, thanks Vendriik, see you on the other side," Milla said over comms.​

 

[Jurr Awaud]

Speaking of old ship designs: As the DW crusaders withdraw, the for this moment waiting assault crafts of the Awaud roared past them on the cleared path of their retreat. For a dreaded moment, it looked like they would open fire on the withdrawing specs. But actually they gave them fire support by clearing their own path.

Calm the voice of Jurr Awaud was speaking on the com of Milla and the other DWs:
"Death Watch, don't stand in our way when we're getting in hot. You do not want to share? Fine. The clan will remember that... and every needless fallen warrior we must send in now."

Sending their own men in was relatively easy in spite of the bitter words, They followed exactly the infrared trail of the DWs, but with more brutal efficiency. Ion and frag grenades and decksweeper repeating blasters annihilated the weakened restistance.
Clan Awaud had no passwords, but they were the best in boarding action. Like over weaponized powerlifter droids exoskeletons in the design of the old basilisk war machines ripped hardware off their places while jetpack boosted commandos rushed through the corridors in a Blitz.

Like Milla Jurr Awaud wanted the old blueprints. No more no less. The best commandos and the best hackers were on the job. And soon the waiting fleet was relieved by the message of success:
"Mission accomplished, Alor! Minimal losses."

Jurr Awaud clenched his fist. Even minimal losses were too much! The Death Watch had not cooperated and demonstrated in this way the greatest flaw of the Mandalorians: their lack of union.

"Excellent! Proceed as planned! Secure the hardware! We hold off the enemy as long as needed."

He gestured to the women and men at the fire control and soon the broadsides of the warship intensified and turned enemy vessels and parts of the yards into space debris the tractor beams could collect.
Mandalore would again fall like so many times in history. But its achievements would live on.

Milla​

 

[Rynn Vizsla]

While tensions were certainly alleviated with the lowering of weapons, there was little trust shared between the Neo-Crusaders and their counterparts. Mandalorians had been fighting amongst themselves for too long that it became almost second nature to be suspicious of anyone wearing the honey-combed armour with the iconic T-shaped visor. Rynn couldn’t blame them either. After everything they had gone through, it’d be hard to open oneself up to the chance at a better future. Especially when every given opportunity had led towards disappointment and heartache. Things would be different this time, the Rally Master mused. There had been too much bloodshed between their varied peoples, and it was time to put such differences aside in favour of a better tomorrow.

Some of Rynn’s detractors would say that the man was too much of an idealist. That the Rally Master was naïve enough to believe that his cause, and that of the Death Watch, was just in some capacity or another. Many considered such lines of thinking dangerous, as they had been led into battle by idealists before. Many battles that saw their beloved comrades struck dead at the hands of the enemy. But, perhaps that was what their entire culture needed. Something, or someone, to rally behind as they moved forward into the uncertainties of tomorrow. Maybe then, could the disparate and scattered Mandalorian peoples be bound together as one - and undo all of the evils that have befallen them over the decades.

Yet, such hopes were a distant and nigh-unattainable dream at best. There was much work that needed to be done beforehand. The redemption of the Death Watch was but the first step along that titular journey. So, when the gathered Warparty began to traverse the interior of the Sith Fortress - Rynn and his Neo-Crusaders greeted their compatriots with as much warmth as they could muster. Some of their Mandalorian counterparts feigned to return the gesture in kind, lacking any emotional warmth or kindness. Others seemingly tilted their helmets in suspicion - unwilling to allow their guard to lower, even though their weapons had. The rest, however, evidently met the gesture on equal footing.

There was even a Rally Master from the Nite Owls who commented on the colour of Rynn’s armour. For a moment, he wasn’t sure how to respond. Was he supposed to say thank you, or you too? Or, perhaps both options would be sufficient? As much as Rynn liked to consider himself an idealist, maybe even worthy of being a Senatorial Candidate when it came to his impassioned oration - the man was terrible when it came to small talk. :: Uh, :: He began, followed by a momentary pause as his attention was drawn towards the Nite Owl. Their armour bore a strikingly similar hue, coupled with some markings that carried the same significance. If it weren’t for the blackened steel that hemmed the carnelian armour plates - it would’ve been difficult to tell the two figures apart.
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:: The same to you, Cousin. ::​

As the Nite Owl nodded, Rynn returned the gesture before turning his attention back towards the assembled Warparty. Aloy had ordered their coterie to take command of the Fortress’s weapon emplacements and effectively fortify their position within the Sith-Imperial Citadel. It was a sound strategy, especially when the Sith and their crumbling Empire elected to return to Mandalorian space. Who knew what dastardly deeds they sought to inflict upon the Mandalore-that-was and her surrounding Systems? He had to give credit where credit was due. Rynn elected to dispatch another Cohort of his Neo-Crusaders with a nod to assist the Deathtroopers and their Nite Owl compatriots in establishing a rear-guard. When the orders were given, and every detachment began moving towards their respective destinations - Rynn looked to his Cousin from Roon.

:: Let’s hope we skirt under the Sith’s attention for the time being, :: He began, allowing his hidden lips to curl into a smile. :: I’d hate to be down in the tunnels while our Brothers and Sisters get to have all the fun. ::​

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| Stardust Solus Skirae | Aloy Vizsla | Kranak Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla |​