Skirmish Assault On The Abyssal Maw | Sons of Mandalore vs TSE

[Seydou of Thyrsus]

While surprises might not work on the Sith, weapons certainly did. Blasters, beskads and shockgaunts unleashed the fury of the Mandalorians upon the suspecting guards. Ra uttered the words of what the rest thought and they merely delivered. Amon's darksaber fell from a hidden compartment of his armor, a snap hiss, and the eerie whirring sound of the blade carved the chest of a guard open. Moff Kapshan might've ordered no witnesses to live but he should've known better than to order Mandalorians.

One man remained stripped from his weapons, knocked out and left alive. It's about sending a message.

The Sith might have torched down Mandalore, they might have destroyed the fleets, the armies, acquired the beskar mines, exterminated swathes of the population but they never bothered to learn one thing.

You can't kill an idea.

But it certainly can kill you.

Amon turned his head towards Meshla Detta and then nodded to a side entrance on their right. The young Vizsla sought to exploit the distraction of the shapeshifter to shuffle away and head towards their target. Ever purposeful, ever pragmatic, he simply told Detta near whispering, "Let's go through here. Punch our way in through a different route."

Ra Vizsla Darth Argentum Vesta Zambrano Trajan Fett Koda Fett Zurin Caeos Prahl Vilaz Munin Tarre Priest Alejandro Chadian Dubiety Akulak Mantacor

 

[Ra Vizsla]

"I would certainly hope that a relic of the past would remember what it can't - "

The former Mand'alor was on her in the blink of a moment.

Ra backhanded her.

"WORDS,"

Ra sent another backhand into her face, this time using the other hand.

"WORDS,"

A crimson beskar gauntlet swung through the air, like a perfectly balanced pendulum, moving like the tide of the ocean. Looped in perfect sync with the previous backhands.

"W O R D S."
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Ra threw another backhand at the Sith, standing in the midst of the Facility's entrance to the Control Room. He didn't care that the shapeshifter had a lightsaber, nor how powerful one had to be to reveal themselves in the midst of the enemy. He simply just didn't care.

Ra's darksaber ignited, as the former Manda'lor unclasped his white wolf cloak.

Slowly, button after button.

The symbol of the Imperial Order glistened in the soft light of the chamber in which they stood, with the Mando'ade gesturing to his brethren to not interfere. They all had a mission - this enemy would be his. His emerald visor seemed to narrow, glowing in darkened hues at the Sith.

He charged at Vesta Zambrano, saber swinging horizontally for her midsection.

 

[Trajan Fett]

// MANCATCHER //
// OBJECTIVE //: Make the gods bleed Pt. 2 : Explosive Boogaloo
// ALLIES | NIO //: Ra Vizsla | Darth Argentum | Amon Vizsla | Meshla Detta | Caeos Prahl | Vilaz Munin | Koda Fett
// ENEMY | TSE //: Akulak Mantacor | Dubiety | Vesta Zambrano
Armor | Vambraces

T R A J A N _ K U R Z E
I N T O L E R A N C E

<"Prahl. With me."> Trajan said, reaching down to take up the battle rifle from the limp arms of the Sith Trooper before tossing it back to the girl. He'd find his own weapon from another soon enough. Or not at all, it didn't matter in the end. Clasped within the metallic shell of his Beskar'gam, he was a weapon all his own. From the sheer weight he threw about in that beast to the panoply of war encased within his vambraces.

<"The Moff wants the data, we'll get him the data."> And a stack of Sith corpses to go with it. Past the hangar bay, the twist down one corridor and through another empty still as they were only growing hotter on the trail of the Mandalorians he summoned the lift to get the control center.

As the doors slid open, it made way for half a section of Sith troopers to stare them down in a lapse of surprise.

With a brief glare past the T-visor of his Beskar'gam, he limply lobbed a thermal imploder into the lift as the doors slid to a close infront of him. Behind the layers of composite metals they'd hear the muffled foreboding beep and implosion of the explosive. In a sealed room, behind the duraplast armor plating the Sith troopers would have to be squeegeed and scrubbed out by the sanitation crew of the Abyssal Maw once the Mandalorians were done here. Granted, if the Sons did their job right, it wouldn't be anyone's problem much longer.

<"So that wasn't the move."> Kurze let out, turning back down the hallway for the door to slide open revealing a triad of Sith troopers firing down on the pair of them.

Aiming down the sights of his vambrace, he returned fire.

 

[Zurin]

[Objective] Distraction
[Allies]SoM
[Hostile's] TSE

Zurin cuffed the downed Sith officer and handed him over to another Mandalorian.

"Ra wants this one alive! I'll try and make as much noise to distract them from the control center!"

Zurin picked up a few grenades from fallen sith troopers. These would do the job. Zurin strapped his EE-3 to his back and grappled onto the metal rafters. Zurin started jumping from one metal beam to another, dropping grenages on Sith trooper reinforcements. Zurin jumped down and landed infront of to metal doors. Zurin ripped open the lock system and cut several wires. The door slid open and Zurin was met by dozens of blaster bolts from Sith Troopers. Zurin dived out of the way of the opening and threw several grenades in. Time to get out! Zurin shot a Grappling line and jumped from support beam to support beam back to the Mandalorians.

When Zurin arrived in the hangar bay the Mandalorians were skirmishing with some Sith troopers. Zurin jumped to the rafter right above them and started shooting them from above. The Sith troopers tried to retreat back put where quickly cut down by the Mandalorians. Zurin jumped down from the rafters and landed beside Ra Vizsla

"Sir, Hostile's have taken a defensive position! They are few in numbers but they have a good choke point! If we charge down there and alow ourselves to be funneled in would be suicide! I bet they have a minefield as well! What are your orders?

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Allies: Ra Vizsla | Meshla Detta | Koda Fett | Trajan Fett | Amon Vizsla | Darth Argentum | Caeos Prahl | Zurin
Hostiles: Vesta Zambrano | Akulak Mantacor | Dubiety

He expected very little for their initial plan of infiltration with minimal detection to be somewhat successful which was fine for the Mandalorian. It was essential for a warrior to adapt to their environment and situation, for without having that skill one would have lesser chances of survival. Everyone on this strike team looked like they had adapted to the situation.

Vilaz certainly did.

Everyone had their own duty to do, whether it was collecting the data the Moff entrusted them to do or outright killing any man or woman that wore the colors of the Sith Empire. Vilaz’s own duty was to destabilize this station and have it be consumed by the gluttonous black hole. The Moff would get his data, but no one ever said anything about allowing this station to continue operations and production. It would be foolish leaving without leaving this place in a blaze of rage. The staff would replace the deceased, a cost the Empire could afford. But losing a source that made a significance in their war machine?

The Munin took a different hallway from the others, separating himself from the other groups although anyone was welcome to join him on this endeavor. Sith troopers would intercept him and that was fine. He’d leave a trail of corpses with every footstep he made.

 

[Darth Argentum]

Allies: Ra Vizsla Vilaz Munin Trajan Fett Tarre Priest Meshla Detta Caeos Prahl Zurin Amon Vizsla Koda Fett
Not Allies: Vesta Zambrano Dubiety Alejandro Chadian Akulak Mantacor

The Muun watched Ra's heavy backhands rain down on the arrogant Sith. He grinned as that was one way to shut them up. Argentum wondered if those gauntlets had sufficient clearance to land on that face. It didn't seem to matter to the Mandalorian.

He turned away and caught sight of Vilaz Munin. Unfortunately it appeared that his intended target had been occupied. That was too bad. He wanted to show them his lightsaber from a closer angle.

Argentum quickly fell in beside Munin on his way to fulfill the human's mission. Perhaps it would prove interesting. He'd heard about Munin's penchant for wrist-mounted rockets. Also, something about crashing a wedding.

"I hope you don't mind me joining you, Master Munin."

 

[Koda Fett]

ALLIES: NEW IMPERIAL ORDER
ADVERSARIES: THE SITH EMPIRE

Beside Munin and the Sith, the Mandalorian followed. His silence spoke more of the separation from all those involved in the assault, the raid, the attack - Fett found little interest in the truth to it. It mattered not, no. He cast an eye from beneath the T-visor towards the armour that resembled something somewhat familiar; symbols, colours, scorches. Perhaps Koda had presumed correctly, yet elected to say nothing on the matter regardless. As for the Muun? He never so much as offered a moment of notice. Sith, Sith, and more Sith. It reminded Koda of the Mandalorians, in truth. The New Imperial Order and the Sons of Mandalore. Had it been much different than the alliance brought between the Sith Empire and the Mandalorian Empire? Likely not, or so Fett believed.​

"Munin," Fett said, as if some semblance of a reunion. Last Koda remembered, Vilaz urged himself onto claiming the mantle of Mand'alor. Preliat Mantis in his desperation against his daughter furthered that. Mand'alor the Inexorable never lasted for all that much time, in the end. He loathed that blackstain on his career - caught in conflicts that ought to not matter, and felt the urge to sigh in annoyance once acknowledging the histories repeated themselves right here and now.​

​

"I had figured you dead by now." He mocked, yet no tinge of amusement flew through.​

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Vilaz Munin | Darth Argentum ​

 

[Caeos Prahl]

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// Objective : Retrieve some data and don't die with a clean sword.
// Allies : NIO Ra Vizsla Trajan Fett Vilaz Munin Tarre Priest Darth Argentum Amon Vizsla Meshla Detta
// Enemy : TSE : Vesta Zambrano Dubiety Akulak Mantacor
// Equipment : Beskar'gam // Arm // Main Hand // Melee I // Melee II
// Thematic : Gun

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Caeos heard her name and her helmet snapped up toward the hunter, a dark shadow passing her vision before a loud clunk followed. The gun Trajan had tossed hit her helm and she winced, the ill fitting piece of armor rocking back and smashing the screen into her face. The girl stumbled back flailing as she scrambled to get a hold on it, the other vod were moving around her with surety and she ducked her head.

Cracking open her eyes and looking down at the blaster, and glancing down to her belt-she hesitated. Stashing her knife away after a moment, catching the last of his directions. Data retrieval..right well that wasn’t in her skillset exactly but she wasn’t going to say that outloud. Stepping forward, the girl took a step over the bodies of the Sith Troopers, breath escaping her in steady puffs; trying not to pay mind to the blood. Looping the strap of the rifle over her head, shaking hands priming the gun.

<”Right-right behind you,”> Caeos croaked, chasing after him down the metallic corridors. Through the twists and turns the girl pushed herself to keep up with him, the weapon heavy in her arms; finger fluttering over the trigger. Glancing over her shoulder every so often, she about stumbled in Trajan when they reached the lift. When the doors hissed open revealing the detachment of troopers, faceless and black visors twitching. Caeos paled beneath her visor jaw trembling as she held the weapon up-to frozen in fear to fire the gun, <”Oh gods..”>

In a blink of an eye though they were all swallowed up by the thermal. She needed one of those. Blanching as she looked to the older vod. Caeos had to take a double look as Trajan had already disappeared in a green beskar’gam blurr, on the move again. Black smoke leaking from the crack of the lift, he had just done that..? Reaching up, the girl switched off the outgoing comms link on her helm-a cry raising in her throat as she hurried once again after him. Only a few steps taken before she too was staring down the barrels of the troopers flooding in from the door.

”Oh gods, oh gods..” she muttered to herself, a muffled cry escaping her. Hand flying to trigger on instinct. Her Buir had left her with a scrap of discipline, or maybe it was just the adrenaline. Lucky enough to have aimed past Trajan she didn’t realize she had opened fire until the recoil snapped over her-thrumming against her breast plate painfully as she fired blindly into the opposition. A mismatch of bursts of red bolts dotting the Sith Troopers piling in from the doorway, smoking scorch marks dotting their blast plates as she wounded and dropped the poor souls. Bolts singing past her and Caeos cringed, boots sliding back as an electrical unit went up in sparks beside her, their return fire burning up the air around.

 

[Vesta Zambrano]

MAJESTY

The back of the man's hand struck hard, but ve didn't flinch - vis eyes remained open, taking the blow with gratitude. This was what ve wanted, the taste of iron filled vis mouth as the tear formed from the collision of the man's beskar glove against vis lip began to bleed, to remind verself of vis mortality - and to stand without fear in a place wherein the odds were stacked against ver. The mandalorian likely believed ve thought verself untouchable, perhaps hoped ve would have been spooked by the blow, by the blood and the pain, and two further blows - to the lip, to the cheek, to the chin. Vesta bled, not profusely but enough to show ve could.

Good. To show vulnerability, to concede truth, and then to conquer in spite of that was the real show of strength; a man that cloaked himself in metal and surrounded himself with warriors that could have taken him themselves to intimidate showed the same insecurity, the same weakness, she saw in her cousin.

This would be fine practice for the deposing to come.

Ve stepped back after the third blow, spitting blood-mixed saliva to the steel floor at their feet, and smirked. Vesta made no move to interrupt the audacious display, this disrobing, and only reacted as the man's own saber came forward in his vain attempt to cut ver down. There were no illusions here, Vesta was facing a foe that ve had never come across before, a foe that was worthy - in vis mind - of being the first stepping stone to taking this Empire for vis own. Saber forms were cast aside by the Shi'ido, finding their applications too narrow, too easy to overcome, and sought instead to meet the man's blade with vis own at a pace that matched the older man's own - this would be a fight to the beat of his drum, for it was in the defeat of an enemy at their greatest that Vesta could find entertainment and pride.

And pride was why ve fought.

A horizontal sweep was met, then, by an upward curving arc of vis own as ve leaned into the parry, the knee of vis right leg bending as ve lowered vis head and used the momentum of the uppercut to alter the trajectory of the man's saber so that as ve leaned the blade went over vis head - the force enhancing vis speed as ve pushed forward with the front of vis right foot to carry ver towards the man with the same ferocity he had shown when he lunged to backhand ver. Telekinetic power imbued into the body of the blade of ver saber, and as ve lashed out it would be unleashed.

Ra Vizsla

 

[Ra Vizsla]

and sought instead to meet the man's blade with vis own at a pace that matched the older man's own

The terrible looming visage of the emerald T-visor, clad in crimson beskar, moved closer to the opposition's face as the two sabers clashed, buzzing alight with vigorous energies clashing violently. The darksaber whirred, an iconic sound in the Galaxy, symbolizing the beginning of a duel many were now accustomed to with the rise in numbers of Forcers - as Ra had called them.

However, much to the opponent's alleged surprise, she would not find the strength of an older man as many thought inside the crimson armor of Ra Vizsla. Though Ra himself had been much older, and retained his status as a Mandalorian elder upon his second ressurection, this strength and agility belonged to a man much, much younger than Mand'alor the Undying.

A horizontal sweep was met, then, by an upward curving arc of vis own as ve leaned into the parry, the knee of vis right leg bending as ve lowered vis head and used the momentum of the uppercut to alter the trajectory of the man's saber so that as ve leaned the blade went over vis head - the force enhancing vis speed as ve pushed forward with the front of vis right foot to carry ver towards the man with the same ferocity he had shown when he lunged to backhand ver. Telekinetic power imbued into the body of the blade of ver saber, and as ve lashed out it would be unleashed.

The two blades followed the Sith's fulcrum swing into the air, as Ra felt the supernatural strength of a smaller opponent push back equally into his own. He had fought Sith before, many of them. He knew when trickery was afoot. It was always expected, and a former Mand'alor would never deny his opponents any edge in battle. There was viciousness in subjugating primacy, but it was sullied by a purity others would be hard-pressed to find on a battlefield or outside of a contest of strength and wit.

However, he kept his saber in full swing with her own, preventing himself from being impaled - though backing up a step and giving ground against the encroaching strength of force-imbued telekinesis. It was an overwhelming sensation on the Mandalorian, and he struggled against it as he tried to maintain a close distance with his opponent.

Ra excelled against all opponents in close quarters. His strength was often relied upon to grasp victory. Still, this particular opponent was forcing him at bay, initializing the duel by keeping him from gaining that ground. Against the telekinetic push, Ra attempted to punch the Sith with a crimson gauntleted free hand, aiming to box her ear to further distort and distract, unfocusing the determined power.

Vesta Zambrano

 

[Vilaz Munin]

He acknowledged the Muun’s presence with a nod of his head, not wishing to open any dialogue with the alien. As of now this was only professional and he did not want to get any personal with the banker. The Munin had enough of being under someone’s umbrella that was not his own, his culture meant more than any credits or treasures.

Unfortunately that was something he did not saw until now.

“Fett,” Vilaz said, not unfamiliar with the relationship they had. They were warriors with different philosophies, yet together with a common ideal. The stain on his career was something Vilaz saw past, not getting caught up to failures as he had his own fair share. They were unable to save Mandalore from a tyranny that blinded the Mandalorian people with the lies of Cadera. That was a time ago; today they would press forward with Mandalore being liberated from the Sith.

And they would succeed or die in the process.

“Not yet, I have a job to do to redeem of my mistakes. The bounty board has a long list of targets, I thought you were gone.” Fett, the greatest bounty hunter of this era, always completed his assignments and when bounties kept coming without them claimed, he did wonder if the Mandalorian retired or perished.

Koda Fett | Darth Argentum​

 

[Darth Argentum]

Argentum's lips pressed into a thin line. His frosty reception irritated him. The Mandalorians were stiff-necked and proud; too much so. He'd hoped to find them amenable to mutual goals.

Instead, they were bent merely on revenge. Or whatever it was that truly motivated them. Too short-sighted to see what lay just over the horizon. But this wasn't personal for him as it seemed to be for them.

He'd work with them and accomplish this task. It was still satisfying to do injury to the Sith Imperials. Another group full of pride and unwilling to see the truth. The writing was on the wall for them.

"All business, eh?" he said to Vilaz Munin and Koda Fett "I can appreciate that."

"If that's the case, let's finish our task and be gone."

 

[Meshla Detta]

Amon Vizsla turned his head towards Meshla and then nodded to a side entrance on their right. The young Vizsla sought to exploit the distraction of the shapeshifter to shuffle away and head towards their target. Ever purposeful, ever pragmatic, he simply told Detta near whispering, <"Let's go through here. Punch our way in through a different route.">

<"I like the way you think, ner vod. Oya!"> she answered in a hushed yet enthusiastic tone with an affirmative nod of her helmet.

The two younger Mandos peeled away from the main group both eager to grab the data requested by Moff Zori Kapshan and maybe take down their fair share of Sith Imperials along the way as they punched through... or at least that seemingly was the plan.

Meshla was all in exacting revenge on the Simps for what they did to Manda'yaim and their people. Course, it was more than just that for her. She wanted justice for Valen. This whole crusade was for her son. Meshla wouldn't rest until it was enacted. A Mandalorian never forgets...

The Detta had not interacted with the Vizsla prior to this mission. She had been hanging out at the Sons of Mandalore main encampment on Krieg, but had never come across the son of Ronan Vizsla before. She had heard of him since Clan Munin at one point after the Red Coronation event and the clan's exile from Mandalorian space had been under House Vizsla. All Meshla really knew was that Amon had served as an Antarian Ranger with the Silver Jedi Order, but no longer did... She didn't know how to think about that; working directly with/for the Jetii.

Whether of the light side or dark, Meshla did not care for or trust Force users. Perhaps if her stepfather had listened to her mother all those years ago, they wouldn't be in this predicament in the first place. Though, Briika Munin had gone along with Vilaz Munin 's plan to work with the Sith Empire as well; just business the alor always said to make credits for his clan... So they both were complacent in the matter, well at least in her opinion, even if it was a harsh and rigid one of her buire. Mandalore remembers...

<"That light sword you are wielding? Is that the infamous Darksaber of your aliit... Just curious is all. I thought it disappeared long ago?">

 

[Seydou of Thyrsus]

The two Mandalorians paced cautiously through long corridors and sharp turns avoiding raising further alarms, letting Ra's distraction work its magic. The data was priority, the data would give the Mandalorians and the New Imperials an advantage against the Sith Empire that they very much needed.

His companion - Meshla Detta - he knew vaguely. Just a few years younger than him, he remembered more than a dozen of that age group back when they all were under House Vizsla. Amon had fled the clan a few years ago seeking vengeance for the murder of his sister at the Red Coronation but also seeking to pursue a path...of good. The extreme violence and brutality of his father was not the way he believed, even if Amon had been born and bred to do just that - a sword of the Mandalorians but instead he had chosen to be a shield. A shield for the good. Or so he hoped. In his flight from the clan, he had stolen the darksaber from his clan's heirlooms.

<"Supposedly."> he curtly answered turning his head to face her, a glance at the hilt in his hand and then back to her. His theft still brought him shame. <"You're Vilaz's daughter, aren't you?"> there was a certain note of strain in his voice. Amon held Vilaz partially responsible for the events of the Red Coronation and his allegiance to the Sith afterwards was something he utterly despised. Yet, here he was fighting against the Sith. The young Vizsla wondered what would his father do. <"Paying for the sins of the father?"> the strained note softened. He related to the question.

Maybe both were redeeming themselves for the sins of their fathers. Maybe he wasn't as alone as he thought.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Ra arrived through the corridor, brushing past two Mandalorians in the hallway as he burst forth on the scene. His cloak was in tatters - it looked like the duel had been rough, but it was hard to tell - and it also seemed as if it had taken several days for it to come to a conclusion. None of the other Mandalorians present seemed to be able to account or recall what had happened either, only that Ra was now alive, and the Sith adversary was nowhere to be seen.

He looked back at them and muttered something about 'we have a job to do', and left as abruptly as he arrived.

The former Manda'lor would later be seen carrying the data on his way back to their transport.

 

[Meshla Detta]

Amon Vizsla's curt sounding answer to her question about his light sword plus the immediate stare of his T-visor in her direction told Meshla all she needed to know. She'd hit a nerve right in the sweet spot. A knowing smirk played about on her lips, well-hidden behind her own T-visor.

Then he did the same to her...

<" Vilaz Munin is not my father... "> Meshla snapped back perhaps with a little bit too much disdain noted in her otherwise fruity voice than should be probably for a man who had cared for her well-being all these years. <"He's my mother's riduur. Third to be exact. My buir is Kable Detta hence why I have chosen to take his aliit's name, even if it is no longer active."> she added in a more measured tone.

Or he alive, she thought to herself in a wistful way as they made their way further into the station encountering minimal opposition if any. Where did they all go?

Suddenly a monstrous mountain of beskar pushed between the young Vizsla and Detta as Ra Vizsla stormed past them looking worse for wear yet with the prize the Sons of Mandalore had come for...

Meshla felt well, unfilled as not enough justice had been serviced here in her opinion. But, there was always another time, especially now that the very important data Moff Zori Kapshan requested the Sons get had been retrieved by the former Mand'alor, and seemingly all by himself! She was sure they'd never hear the end of it on the flight back home... or was it?

Oya!