Invasion Blackout | ME Invasion of GA-held Yag'Dhul, Kiffu, Thyferra & Ukatis

[Suvi Dragr]

ALLIES: Sahan Dragr
ENEMIES: Drego Avik | Minerva Fhirdiad | Selle Skern | Yarmin
GEAR: In Bio

Not long after she took off, Suvi’s HUD detected an oncoming object in the form of what it identified as a hostile acid grenade. Focusing her attention on trying to evade the grenade, the Chiss missed the other threat flying her way. A Mandalorian, but not one of the Enclave. This one sided with the Galactic Alliance, and she felt the incoming charge hit her as though she was punched out of the air by a giant fist.

Tumbling in the air as she tried her best to regain her balance, she crashed onto a roof of one of the neighbouring buildings before she got hit by a lightning strike. Her suit’s systems protected her from the worst of the damage, but it had shorted out in the process. Once she realised that she was relatively unharmed, Suvi quickly worked on rebooting her suit’s systems so that she could get back into the fight.

Glancing at a display on her left vambrace, it told her that it would still be a couple more minutes before all systems were fully operational and back to full combat mode. “Haar’chak! (Damn It!) Sahan, I'm down, just got hit by one of these pesky lightning strikes. I’m alright, but my suit’s shorted out. Rebooting now.”

 

[Makko Vyres]

UKATIS

SHIELD | ARMOR | LIGHTSABER | DRONES | SHIP | PISTOL​

"I…can't believe I did that." Cora laughed, once, in disbelief. "I feel like I could take on the galaxy."

In spite of everything, in spite of her capture by the sith, her planet being bombarded around them, he could not help but mirror her smile.

"He deserved it," Makko said. "You did the..."

Makko frowned. He could feel their hostility too, but that sensation was suddenly narrowed to a sharp point. Makko had learned to recognise that sensation.

They were down the barrel of someone's gun.

<“Bury them,”> tucking his chin and firing the only missile of his jetpack racing right for the intended targets. It would serve as a means to break through the duracrete hiding this tunnel and harm whomever was hiding.

"Get back!" Makko shouted. He closed his eyes. For Makko, the physical world could be hard to read. When his eyes were closed the world faded to sepia tones before fading entirely. He saw the world through the Force in technology and life. He read the violent intent, sensed the mandalorians far above.

He felt the missile streaking down towards them.

He stretched out with the Force with only moments to spare. Makko tried to disable the missile, instead redundant components to protect against conventional - rather than mystical - interference had it explode early.

It was the difference between the tunnel being blow open ahead of them instead of the explosion buying them both in rubble. Makko opened his eyes and opened one hand. A gust of wind blew the dust and detritus back out to the surface.

For just a moment they had a view of the surface. Architecture that would have been stunning in the light was instead obscured in smoke. The sound of blasters and gunships filtered down into the tunnels.

"Back deeper?" Makko suggested. "We'll be easy targets up there, draw them to us."

A little deeper and it would take an orbital strike to bury them. At least the mandalorians wouldn't be in the palace or harming civilians on the surface.

"We buy them time."

 

[Raphael Calgar]

[ Location: Ukatis Orbit Amended to Thyferra | Shuttle Hangar ]
[ Allies: Natasi Fortan }
[ Vicinity: Dracken Pryce | Maldor Mecetti | Yolaghun | Oyoos Groyuc-Konaasch | Hiro Statura | Vemric Keldra ]
[ Opposition: Jenn Kryze ]
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Raphael accepted the pills without protest, his pupils dilating with the pain of his wounds. "Right cooked," he said. What he really needed was a bacta patch, but that wasn't foremost on his mind. In fact, he wasn't really sure what was. It felt like he was in a bit of a cloud, a mental fog - not for long. He heard what Natasi had said but it didn't sink in until the pain brought forth clarity. His jaw tensed so hard he was afraid he'd chip a tooth, a muted grunt the only thing escaping his lips as the spray went to work. Raphael nodded appreciatively and checked to make sure the Captain and Lieutenant were watching the door. Much to his relief, both had blasters aimed and ready at the door. "Irate is one way to put it," he mused. "I'd hate to be on the recieving end of one of your tongue lashings," Raphael joked, then winced. "She was pretty close behind, we don't have long to find out. Here." Grabbing up what he could from the kit, he shifted his position, putting a control console between the two senators and the bridge entry.

As if the rampaging armored gunslinger aboard the vessel wasn't enough to worry about, an alarm began chirping. "Shields are barely holding Sir, just our luck - meteors!" said the Lieutenant, eyes scanning a screen at the wall. Raphael could feel the hull of the corvette shudder with each impact despite the vessel's shielding. "Fate must really have it out for us," he said, bracing himself against the console as he aimed at the center of the door. Fate? He didn't really believe in fate, no. A useless platitude. Fate is what you made it, what you dared to reach out and take, what you dared to achieve. Despite Raphael's apparent resolve he was not at all prepared for what came next.

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Amidst the noise of the ongoing meteor storm, the alarms, and general fracas, Raphael didn't hear the rocket being fired from the other side of the door. Despite their distance from it, Raphael could feel the heat of the explosion and the concussive blast would have knocked him over if it hadn't been for the console the pair of politicians had sought refuge behind. Lieutenant Cawl and Captain Wardlow were not so fortunate. Fragments of superheated metal and electrical wiring erupted towards the bridge, cutting through the air. Both men raised an arm as if to fend off an attack, it was instinctual - a fact that the assaulting Mandalorian used to her advantage.

Blasters now off target, the two men of the crew were vulnerable. A quiet whoosh followed by a loud crack of an explosion echoed in the confines of the bridge, the space where Lieutenant Cawl had been standing covered in crimson slick as the wrist rocket did its damage. Before Raphael could even look up from behind the console, blaster fire soared overhead towards the other side of the room where Captain Wardlow stood. Two blasts sent another console up in a shower of sparks and flame but the other two caught the Captain in the shoulder and then the head. Raphael gasped in shock, in disbelief. It had all happened so fast.. and now, now the armored figure was grappling with Natasi. Instinctively he raised his blaster, then swore under his breath. He'd never be able to get a shot off and even if he did, the Mandalorian was in full armor. As the two women fought, Raphael got an idea. It was risky but if he didn't act there would be no hope of escaping. Discarding his blaster, Raphael grabbed at his boot, fingers wrapping around a narrow hilt. Aim for the weak spots. If there are any, he mused.

Drawing the thin weapon from its place in his boot, Raphael activated the vibroblade with a flick of his thumb and charged at the Mandalorian. Pushing through the pain he closed the distance and drew his arm back, aiming to land the tip of his blade in a soft spot, between the plating of the Mandalorian. "Hey! You!" he shouted. If he could even manage to distract the attacker Natasi might be able to break free. Then, it'd be a mad dash to the escape pod attached to the bridge, problem was, they had to be able to get there first.

 

[Natasi Fortan]

With Raphael temporarily dealt with, Natasi moved toward the weapons locker, but before she reached it the Mandalorian busted her way in. Natasi froze, glancing toward her Senate colleague, and that momentary hesitation allowed the Mandalorian to catch her entirely off-guard. She half-turned toward Jenn Kryze , and caught a face full of beskar'gam accelerated by a jetpack for her trouble. She felt her nose break, felt a tooth fall onto her tongue-- no, make that at least two teeth, she amended as she spat them and a mouth full of blood onto the deck. She stumbled back into the control console hard enough to wind her.

Irate doesn't even touch it, she thought with a slightly mad giggle. Just how badly had that beskar'gam hit her head?

The room was spinning but Natasi could just about make out the figure of Raphael raising his blaster. "Do't!" she gasped, tasting the blood from her knocked-out teeth and pouring from her broken nose. "Ith ovah."

Slumped as she was against the back of the console with only her burn gel cannister in hand, she didn't think Jenn Kryze could see her eyes. Natasi flickered them toward the escape pod, hoping her message was clear. Get out of here. Get help.

But he was charging with a blade already -- damn fool is going to get himself killed, Natasi thought.

The Supreme Leader knew that if the Mandalorian switched her attention fully to Raphael there would be no chance of him escaping in his condition. Natasi realized that it was a losing fight to try to get away from her would-be captor, even worse to try to overpower her, but -- with warm blood dribbling from her broke nose -- she considered that if she was in for a penny, she might as well be in for a pound. She lifted the bottle of spray and aimed its nozzle at Jenn's Y-visor, letting out a heavy stream of the semi-opaque liquid gel, all while uttering an inhuman -- not to say extremely un-Galidraani scream. For good measure, she aimed a kick as hard as she could at the woman's knee.

If the Mandalorian warrior was busy cuffing Natasi about the head and shoulders for her insolence, the Supreme Leader reasoned, perhaps it would give Raphael Calgar a chance to strike. She might die -- again -- but Natasi considered it a small return on the very large debt she owed to Dante Calgar.

Raphael Calgar | Jenn Kryze​

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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LOCATION: Ans Corvo, Crippled Diplomatic Corvette
Objective: Secure the Bridge, Capture the Senators
Equipment: Beskar'gam I Blaster Pistol I Blaster Carbine I Deflector Shield
Tags: [ Raphael Calgar Natasi Fortan ]

Irate was certainly a way to put it.

But the Mandalorian before them was not a firebrand Crusader, crying out in indignation and accusing others of cowardice - there were no war cries from her, no unnecessary theatrics. Natasi had done a fine job of stirring the pent-up frustration within her earlier, but now, she moved without a word, her smoldering rage tamed and focused. The crew was of no concern to her now, dispatched swiftly and mercilessly - leaving her to turn her full attention towards the two Senators. Namely, the one who had thought running her mouth to distract her and speaking to a warrior as one would address a savage would avail her.

Pathetic as it may seem to others, Jenn found that she could only respect the woman's defiance, however. So very beaten, she fought on still, completely outmatched as she was: the use of that medical spray against her visor was just as unexpected as it was genius, whereas the kick failed to make much of an impact thanks to her beskar kneepad, but showed a willingness to keep on fighting to-

... Mh.

To do what? Give time for her companion to escape through a pod? Or sneak in an attack of his own? Would he truly engage her in melee combat, after being sprayed by a flamethrower? Was he truly that desperate? Was this woman of such importance to him? Or perhaps he was merely chivalrous. None of these questions mattered, she realized, when she heard her remaining quarry calling out to her. Drawing her hand back and closing it into a fist, she went to slam it against Natasi's face, letting go of her as a simple ray of energy went from left to right along her visor, removing the obstruction. Ingenious, and common in most Mandalorian helmets - if originally meant to wipe away blood, and a little slower than she would have liked.

That was when she turned to find her foe holding a vibroblade. Rather than drawing her own pistol for a stun or even a quick shot, she afforded the man before her a nod. He was a courageous soul, and in a way, so was the odd Senator. They would never have been friends, even without the war, but she had underestimated them both in that corridor. A mistake she would not repeat.

SHUK!

His challenge was answered as her own vibroblade emerged from her gauntlet. Jenn had always chosen to remain lightly armored, compared to the more impervious suits of armor sported by the heavy infantry of her people: finding gaps was hardly an issue. Given the strategic choice of where they had been placed, however, reaching those might just be another story altogether.

 

[Zorana]

Zorana's jaw clenched, as a sudden flash of lightning in the sky nearly overloaded her vizor's current setting to blind her. It made her last few bolts a lot more chaotic, and opened the way for a more powerful round to strike her. She got lucky that it hit her chestplate, at the very least, but the impact against her ribs was surely going to leave some bruising underneath. To make matters worse, the Farghul had escaped her vision, and-

BANG

Zorana's nightvision flickered right after an explosive device went off. The EMP grenade was disrupting her electronics, to a point where she couldn't see a thing anymore. Another shot hit her as a result, but this time it was her bodysuit that took a hit. A sharp pain went up her spine, and she felt blood running down her side.

She was hit.

With an angry scream, Zorana pulled her helmet off and blasted off into the air, filled with rage. If she couldn't see them with her helmet on, she was going to find them her own way. From both wrists, a series of rockets were launched, but not necessarily aimed at the two Alliance rats.

No, she was blowing apart her surroundings to set it ablaze and create some more natural lighting.

"There you are..." she gritted her teeth and started relentlessly firing down at her moving targets.

The Vulptex Lyrrin ​

 

[Gailen Keldau]

+ ENCLAVE PAGECLAIM +

ACKLAY
VOID OUTSIDE THE DOME | YAG'DHUL
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | IMPs
ENEMIES: GA
ENGAGING: Kostodu Xyston
GEAR: In bio

DON'T TREAD ON ME​

"Oh, uh, sorry about that. Asking that question. About your mom too."

Why'd he have to have such nice manners? It made it even more difficult for Gailen to do what he came here to do. It'll only be a heartless and inhumane bastard that would kill this young man.

But he had to at least pretend to try. Give this lad incentive to get off the battlefield to somewhere safe.

Send a message - that was the order.

Somehow, the Padawan managed to deflect a bolt back at Gailen as he moved. It wasn't as if it would hit anything vital - most of it was covered in beskar - but it managed to ricochet from his chestplate to graze into his arm deep enough to hurt.
<Not bad, lad.> he winced.

In that moment, a Mynock dove towards Gailen, drawn to his jetpack. The Mandalorian only knew this as his proximity sensors went haywire. Looking up, he saw the thing diving toward him.
<I don't think so, leatherbrain.> he said as he fired a wrist rocket toward the beast. It hit it square in the chest, sorting it out decently enough.

But it had given the Jedi the distraction he needed. But he didn't try and get away. He was gravitating toward the rest of Gail's comrades.
<OI!> he called, speeding toward the kid, dodging the gaping mouth of a space slug as he did so and pulling his beskad.

He was just in time to fly straight at the Padawan, his momentum helping his beskad to intercept the lightsaber before it'll be able to swing at Gail's Vode.
<I didn't dismiss class yet.> he gritted. His arm was burning from the deep graze but he held fast to the beskad.

<You want to swing that glowstick at someone, swing it at me.>

 

[Veshok Rook]

SHADOW STORM
Objective II​

Location: City outskirts, Kiffu
Tags: Cord Starfall Vulcan Krayt

Spoiler: tldr

Read the first paragraph for equipment, sixth for invasion related objective (background) and last paragraph for the actions most relevant to you.

Veshok Rook was halfway through his gear check. Togran, his second in command had probably gone through his equipment five times since they stepped onto the shuttle. Rook was still at number two. His rifle worked nicely and the blaster pistol hung by his belt. Like always, the sidearm was set to stun. On the opposite side hung his beskad - a good tool both when venturing in the thick forests of Onderon and when fighting lightsabre wielding opponents. The armour sat where it should and the flamethrower attached to his right wrist was working. The whipcord launcher on the left appeared to be functional as well. What he had yet to check were the jetpack and jump boots - but then, they were in a shuttle.

"You could be mistaken for a jetii in that stuff" Togran muttered jokingly at his friend, obviously referring to the ornaments and cloths that could be found on Vesh' armour.

"Then I'm in luck." Vesh let out a monotone answer.

Togran remained silent as an anticipatory smirk formed under his t-visor. He was expecting a retort.

"'Cuz you can't aim" it was delivered in the same monotone way as the initiator. While the joke may have been bad, the two of them both wore wide grins under their helmets.

Turning to those who followed him, Vesh quickly received their attention. Lightning was blaring outside but it barely seemed to bother the warriors inside the shuttle. "We are gunning for the power storage facility. It should be a few more minutes until we are there. It has been a while since we've fought a worthy foe. We are going to join up with the Mandalorians of the enclave and this will be when we prove our mettle in battle." Although Vesh spoke with little energy, his voice told of the gravity of what they were about to do and of how much it meant to them. "Fight hard, look after your kin"

Just as he was about to let out a uniting 'Oya' to usher them into a more high-intensity battle focus, lighting struck. Warning sounds blared from the cockpit. The warriors in the passenger hold quickly strapped in as the lights turned off and the vessel appeared to have lost power.

"We're going to make an early landing. Brace yourselves!" the pilot hollered over the internal intercoms as the ship slowly glided down towards the surface. It may have been a fancy landing if the pilot was allowed to complete the manoeuvre - but the ship's safety mechanisms kicked in and brought it back to life. Still, they were going down prematurely.

Upon touching down, the Mandalorians quickly disembarked. The sounds of more or less distant battles could be heard between the lightning strikes. Vesh reached out to his crew over the comms "You will have to make it on foot. Togran will lead you." Before they got a chance to ask what he was going to do, he continued "I spotted a lightsabre on the descent."

There would be no more words - for they all knew what to do. While the crew headed towards the facility, Vesh veered off in another direction. Upon finally arriving, he saw the woman stumble into a fall down onto her back. For a few moments, he just stood there watching here - a good 200 metres away. Then, he took cover behind a few crates by a small grocery store and leveled his rifle at her. The warrior took a deep breath and fired a precise shot at her. If she survived it, he could continue to fire a few more shots. There was no flurry, instead, he aimed to make sure that each bolt had a chance of hitting their mark.

 

[Ryana mina]

Tag: Jasper Kai'el Braze Domina Prime

Ryana picked up on what braze was doing she proceeded to use telekinesis to throw smaller rocks and debris at dima to distract her without causing jasper and harm. She refrained from using fire so jasper could use ice since it had a more detrimental effect on dima than Ryanas flames did. So she would stay back and play support for jasper as dima began laying traps for jasper ryana would cover those webs with rocks and debris so jasper wouldn't be caught in them and he could focus on trying to take dima down while braze tried distracting the alien creature.

 

[Mevia Vizsla]

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Equipment
Armor	Beskar'gam.
Melee Weapons	Davaab'beskad, personal Chiss "Execution" beskad.
	Kada'yr, Mandalorian Kal.
Rifles	KSTR-24 Dvalin Cyro Blaster Rifle.
	ENCL-45 Tyatr'geriuvr Plasmag Rifle.
Pistols	KYR-54 Skathe Hand Cannon + Regular, Pyro, and Cyro Rounds.
	M.I. Model 6.

Primary Objective: Take control of Kiffu for the Mandalorian Enclave!
Secondary Objective: Fight a beloved family member.
Allies: Yael Kandar .
Engaging: Elise Ahana-Gwyneira .
Misc. Tags: Kranak Vizsla Yuri Maji Vren Rook .

H E A L T H - B A R:
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Rage and betrayal flooded her veins. Energy coursed through her, like the barrage of lightning between the Vizsla's. Mevia was empowered by a sense of... justification. Justification, and a sick freedom. She had laid all her misgivings, jealousy, and self pity out on the floor. It was all in the open, and she no longer had to work so hard to hide it. Furthermore, she could act on it. She was free to lash out, free to rage, and free to fight. She was strangely numb to the implications and consequences. She was not focused on the future, or what was ahead. She was free to tear it all apart, here and now. Here and now, she was locked in the present with boundless opportunity to be all the things most would fear.

The lightning died down momentarily. Mevia bolted forth with her jetpack. She rammed into Elise's midsection. Her crushgaunts sunk into the soft armorweave beskar did not cover. The sound of glass shattered around them, and the lightning grew dark, as they flew through the building and came out the other side. Elise's own jetpack activated by fluke, and the two were suddenly sky bound. Elise struggled to turn her jetpack off, and Mevia struggled to control them both. Hurdling through the air, Mevia could feel the lightning bolts narrowly missing them. Mevia gritted her teeth, and as Elise finally shut off her jetpack. With the aid of her boot's repulser, Mevia kicked Elise downwards. Elise's frame crashed through another window, but sustained minor injuries according to Mevia's HUD.

Force Augmentation. Kark it all!

Another lightning strike flashed just to the right as Mevia flew in after her. She slid into the building, an office building, and shattered a desk as she thudded heartily onto the floor. Her natural Chiss infrared vision, and her HUD, picked up on Elise's warm bodyheat across the room, struggling to stand up.

The lightning once again started a barrage outside. The flickers of light were enough to light up the room, but not enough to see in more than mere shadows. With a growl, Mevia charged for the other Mandalorian. She screamed, shoving office chairs and desks aside. Computers shattered and papers flew through the air as she reached her target. She unleashed a furious barrage of punches and kicks... and her opponent took every one.

Mevia rasped, <"Traitor! You traitor! You betrayed us! Betrayed Buir! Betrayed dad's memory! Auntie's memory! You betrayed me! Then again, when did you not!">

She pulled out her Skathe pistol, loaded and locked, and fired. The slug round bounced off her armor, sending her back, though it did not pierce. Unsatisfied by the sound, she threw the hand canon at Elise's frame before rushing her again.

<"You left me! You went off to train with those shamans when you were twelve, and you left me at home! So soon after dad died! You lived in another world I could never reach! And you left me here! Alone!">

She yanked her beskad from its sheath, activating the Chiss plasma cutter. The sword slammed into the Force Augmented Mandalorian, slashing with brutal, cutting precision. The plasma cutter sliced through the armorweave with intent to cut with painful, but not deadly, punishment. She quickly became unsatisfied with that as well, as the object of her wrath still stumbled backwards. Still in the game. Mevia tossed the blade aside and lifted her leg. Her repulser activated again as she kicked her opponent into the wall. She fell, crumpled, as her helmet hissed loose.

The buy'ce fell to the floor. Outside, the lightning only intensified. So much lightning was striking the streets now, it replaced any need for a sun. The room was illuminated in a yellow glow as Mevia retracted her vambrace's wrist blade. Her opponent was looking down to the floor. Her hair covered her face. Mevia's enemy was finished. Time to finish her!

<"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!">

Her boots smashed a fallen datapad. Tunnel vision engulfed her as she stampeded towards her enemy.

Then, the Mandalorian lifted her head.

Mevia tripped, her ruthless charge halted in an instance.

Mevia skidded, her body slamming into the office wall. Her wrist blade embedded the wall with all the force she had meant for her. She panted, looking down as she paused.

Her face. Her opponent's karking face.

Blood gushed from her nose, and a black and blue bruise was rapidly forming on her cheek. Shaking from the cuts inflicted, the girl looked up to her as tears flooded from those red eyes. Mevia's own eyes widened beneath her buy'ce. But for her, the barrier was gone. This was an enemy, a traitor, and a threat. And yet... she was still her sister.

Mevia... could not go through with the deed.

She panted, leaning against the wall as she looked down at her weeping, bruised, bloodied sister. Jac'Eli'Serum, Elise Vizsla.

They remained there. Still and hushed. Was it a moment? Was it an age? Mevia did not know. But the love she felt, and the heartbreak of being on opposing sides, penetrated so deeply that she too began to shed silent tears.

No words were spoken. They simply remained, frozen. Neither seemed to have the strength to move.

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<"Mevia Vizsla, this is ###### of ## War Dogs. We are evacuating Kiffu in ##### minutes. Yael Kandar got ###, but we ########-your location if you are joining. Over.">

Mevia gritted her teeth, yanking her wrist blade from the wall. She staggered back, eyes locked on Elise Vizsla. With her voice hoarse and cracked, she responded.

<"This... Is Mevia Vizsla. Here's my coordinates. I'll be waiting by the win-window... Over.">

She turned around, rage and energy exhausted. There was only vacant sorrow as she silently trudged towards her beskad, embedded into a chair. She pulled it out, sheathed it, and stumbled towards where her Skathe hand cannon had been dropped. She paused before the pistol, half buried under papers, and bent down to pick it up. She heard a rustling noise and bolted upwards with the pistol.

Elise had fled the scene.

The grim happening made Mevia frown bitterly.

After today, things would never be the same again.

She shoved her pistol into its sheath and limped towards the window. The lightning died down again, bathing Mevia in an eerie darkness...

 

[Halden Chaussidier]

Shadow Fall​

Objective I
Immediate interactions with: Nelliel Kryze and probably Kad Wren
Possible interactions with: Zark San Tekka Connel Vanagor Nizhalgal Atin Tracinya Kostodu Xyston

Increasingly urgent beeps filled the cockpit as the astromech warned its captain of the imminent danger. The other fighter was on his tail and locking in. Sounding as composed as he possible could, Halden let out a curt "I know" as his eyes flicked down onto the proximity scanner showing a white dot behind him. For a far too many moments, his eyes continued to bounce between the grand control panel, as if looking for a way out of the situation before settling with a tight grip by the left trigger controlling the now backwards facing turret.

Fortunately, the risk would not have to be fully explored - for his pursuer never took the shot. The astromech told of a masse of nearby lifeforms appearing but the blonde couldn't quite tell what it was. He had barely started to count his lucky stars when his own mark took a perfectly sharp turn down. "That's way too sharp a turn for us, Arreight"

Halden quickly flipped a few switches to open up the flaps covering the landing gear to up the air resistance a little while beginning to make an as sharp a turn right as the Errai could handle. Once midway complete, he pulled the thrust back to make it as tight as possible. Just as his former pursuer's ship came into view, so did the flock of mynocks. The rather obvious manoeuvre to peek at what his mark was doing and to turn his own frontal guns onto the other craft was quickly aborted. The flock was now heading his way.

"This is bad" he muttered, receiving a confirmatory bloop from the droid. Halden's brought the ship to the left and pushed the thruster to up the speed again. While it might have been enough to keep the ship from being completely engulfed in mynocks, the youngster could steel feel a few passengers clasp onto the vessel's exterior. What was worse was that he was now flying away from the Mandalorian foes, leaving him quite open to a counter attack.

Flipping the same few switches as before, the landing-gear flaps were soon closing, squashing an unlucky mynock on their way back to their original position. Still, there were a few more up topside. Reluctantly, Halden brought the ship in a course towards the capital before standing up "Arreight, keep the course and unlock the turret. This might get ugly" The droid protested vehemently - while adept at operating systems and following commands, astromechs were far from adept pilots. Halden, however, was already running towards the turret "Well, if they do, try wiggling"

 

[Nizhalgal]

LOCATION: Dodecopolis, Yag'Dhul

TAGS: OPEN
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A Mandalorian squad leader rubbed at a section of the twelve-sided wall surrounding Dodecopolis. "We may be able to break through right here. According to maps, this should be a residential area. We can destroy some of the homes of these worthless people. That'll show the scum Alliance!"

"But, Sir, we're not supposed to target noncombatant civilians, if we can help it at all. The Karjr would have our heads."

"Bah! Who cares about them? We're Si'kayha! Much tougher and more elite than those glorified sheriffs and bounty hunters. Besides, they don't have to know. Can't get in trouble if they can't pin it on you."

"It isn't right, Sir! It isn't our way!"

"Listen here, Rameta, I am squad leader! You do what I say, or you won't make it anywhere in our ranks. Except maybe dead in a latrine somewhere."

The newer recruit looked away, hiding his anger behind his helmet but not speaking out any longer. He walked away, using the excuse that he had to use the restroom. Not that really mattered. There was no atmosphere here to speak of, so he could not take off his armor. That meant he'd have to go in his armor, a prospect he did not really want to even entertain at the moment. Or ever, really. He decided to try to hold it as long as he could.

Staring out into the black void of the night, the young man wondered what he was even doing here. Was this what it meant to be Si'kayha? Or even Mandalorian? This didn't feel like glory. Of course, the Galactic Alliance had declared war on the Enclave for no apparent reason, but these people were just ordinary citizens. The Enclave was only here to shut down their means of supplying major aid and benefits to the Alliance, not to destroy their homes and lives.

He was startled out of his thoughts by a message over his comlink. He affirmed the message and ran back to the squad. "Guys! Did you hear the massage? Something about large worms and mynocks attacking..." As he approached the squad, he realized that all of them were lying on the ground, all without helmets. They were very much dead. Standing over their corpses was a large, muscular man with a skeletal face with a huge, unsettling grin. He was obviously Givin, that was a given, but he did not look anything similar to the ones he had seen before. A genetic variant? But what was he doing here? Panicking, the young Mandalorian pulled out a device used to detect Force users. But it showed nothing. "You're not jetii, so what are you? How could you have done this without magic and without making a sound?"

"Ah, that is an excellent question, my friend! One, I'm afraid I cannot answer, because I honestly do not know. I do not know why I do not set off those devices. I do not know why the Jedi cannot detect my Force-sensitivity. I suppose I am gifted by the Will of the Cosmic Force itself. It is simply Destiny. It gives me an advantage when maneuvering pieces to fulfill the ultimate goal." The Givin never stopped grinning. His face simply constantly looked like that. He held up a long finger, as if to accentuate what he was about to say next. "However, the unfortunate fact is that you now know my secret. But honestly, you were doomed the second you saw me outside the dome, considering there's currently no way in or out. That getting out would raise too many questions. I do greatly appreciate that you tried to stand up to your leader..."

The Mandalorian was suddenly filled with an intense dread, as sheer terror started to flood his mind. He was a Mandalorian! He should not be feeling this fear! But there was nothing he could do. He quaked and sobbed, and, as the Givin's left eye lit aflame with an intense blue fire, suddenly the Mandalorian no longer had to use the toilet.

"But maybe you should have tried a little harder to stop him." The young man was lifted in the air, the seals on his armor were torn loose, and his helmet flew from his head. He struggled to breathe, but no breath came. He could feel his lungs collapsing, though it oddly didn't hurt. All he felt was cold, ice cold. His vision started turning red, then suddenly, nothing...

As the body of the young man crumpled to the ground, lifeless, Nizhalgal turned away and continued walking. It was saddening, the sacrifices that had to be made for the greater good. But that's how it was. Every life lost in this war would hopefully add to the Chaos that would eventually awaken It, according to the prophetic scrolls he had found many years ago. He believed in it, he had to, otherwise these sacrifices were for nothing. He felt a little odd that he was willing to sacrifice the Mandalorians, but not his own people, but he wanted them to be there to witness the Awakening. Besides, he was confident he could still stir up chaos and protect them too. It wasn't as if he was alone. The Arbiters of Chaos were not a large group, but they still had a decent enough following, which honestly boggled his mind a bit. Large enough to get some things done, small enough to stay undetected. Sure, most who joined probably weren't true believers and only enjoyed causing mayhem, but they were still useful pieces regardless.

The flame in his left eye died out. He put his hands in his jacket pocket and continued his stroll through the Yag'Dhul night, the lack of atmosphere not seeming to bother him in the slightest. All he kept thinking to himself was, This Galaxy needs more Chaos.

 

[Elise Ahana-Gwyneira]

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Equipment
Armor	Beskar'gam.
Melee Weapons	Copad'kal, "Ambition", personal Mandalorian Kal.
	Kada'yr, Mandalorian Kal.
	Iviin'Cer, beskar spear.
Pistols	DXN-57 Breachlight blaster pistol.
	BH Durin Charric Blaster Pistol.
	Blitz.
Other	Hallucinogenic knock out drugs and small Mother's Root dosses.
	Auriel Combined Energy Bow.
	Entrenching Tool.

Primary Objective: Protect Kiffu civilians from Mandalorian Enclave invaders.
Secondary Objective: Sister...
Allies: Nobody.
Engaging: Mevia Vizsla .
Misc. Tags: Kranak Vizsla Yuri Maji Vren Rook .

H E A L T H - B A R:
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The cuts lining her body stung. The blood loss was making her lightheaded. - Or - was it the hits to the head? Elise wasn't sure. Stumbling through the dark hallway, she winced as she heard the lightning screaming outside the building. In the beating she had taken, she had lost multiple pieces of equipment. She had no idea where her bow and entrenching tool were. It was a shame, as she would happily be using the war shovel to help her walk. But alas, Elise was dizzy and her head was buzzing. Her heart - broken.

It was only because of her Force Augmentation that she had survived it at all. The brutal beating her sister had given her. She was going to be feeling this for a long time. But even longer than her body's pain, her heart's pain was tenfold. She... had no idea. No idea that Mevia had felt that way. No idea of the depths of which she had wounded her growing up. Mevia had every right to be jealous, in her mind. And Mevia had every right to beat her senseless. The thing that confused her, however, was that she had let her live in the end.

Why?

Elise crashed into the wall as she turned the corner. She coughed up blood as the thunder cascaded her ears like fireworks. The thunder, it seemed, was even louder than the warring powers outside. How was she so deaf to the battle outside? Why was the thunder so deafening? She felt like her being was wrapped in a bubble, blocking out all sounds from outside. With a hiccup of pain, she slumped to the floor of the dark hallway. She dropped her buy'ce as she rummaged for her medical kit. The biorestorative overlay in her beskar'gam was doing its best to patch her up, but Elise could tell it was not enough. As blood and tears pounded on the floor, she gave herself a bacta shot.

Why... was she fighting to live still? When she never had felt so low in her life.

She yanked the empty injector out, dropping it on the floor. As her hand shook, she closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. Using the Force, she started to heal herself. Both traditional Force healing and Novanian Shaman methods were used, doing everything possible to heal the internal injuries, fractures, and cuts. Stopping the internal bleeding, she uncomfortably moaned at the feeling of her body being put back together so quickly. She shifted her hands and kept healing herself. As she healed herself, she wondered.

Why?

Why? Why? Why?

Why had Mevia spared her pathetic existence? Why was Elise fighting? Every word Mevia had spoken was true. She had betrayed her family, her kin, and her deceased relatives' memories. She choked, starting to bawl as the depths of her sins weighed in. She was a traitor. A traitor. A traitor.

She did not at all agree with the Enclave's methods of expansion. And the visions she saw of the Enclave's future pushed her over the edge. But was defecting so quickly the answer? Was there possibly another way? It was not like her buir agreed with the Enclave entirely either. But this was her grandfather, the War Master. And her mother, a Karjr. And her sister. Oh, her sister...

Kemme'viawa'nuvci. Mevia Vizsla.

Her beloved sister, and the person she had let down more than anyone.

Elise lifted her head. In the dark, she cried out, "You should have killed me! Vod'ika!"

She continued to wail, continued to heal, and continued to hate what she had done. What she had become. The line between "hero" and "villain" were blurred in her psyche. The Enclave was not blameless, but neither was the Galactic Alliance that controlled this world. Confusion swirled in her mind. Dismay chilled her bones. Shame invaded her; forced upon her the weight of a thousand stars. She was guilty. No hero was she. She was only a traitor.

A traitor.

To the Enclave, yes. But to her family more. And, to her sister the most.

She could never repay these sins.

So why she continued to heal herself... was beyond her.

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Location: Outside the Royal Palace, Ukatis
POV: The King of Ukatis
Vicinity: Corazona von Ascania Makko Vyres Dominick von Ascania
Hostiles: Adenn Munin Tish Cowen

The King of Ukatis felt the stim coursing through his veins, pumped by his heart to all his weakened muscles. Strength flowed back into his limbs. He took a deep breath, clenched his fists and flexed, relishing the feeling. It was all an illusion—he couldn’t turn back time or reverse the effects of the disease now ravaging his body. But it was a damned convincing facsimile of his healthy, robust youth.

The doctors said it wasn’t good for him, but the King had a planet to defend.

“My sword!” he demanded. The weapon was presented to him, freshly sharpened. He held it up, admiring the blade before sheathing it. He mounted his horse, a cybernetic monstrosity of mechanical parts that acted like armor. Turning in his saddle toward the Marshal, he grinned, teeth blackened with rot. “Let’s ride out to meet the bucketheads!”

Durasteel hooves pounded stone and pulverized dirt as they rode out to greet the Mandalorians. An explosion nearby heralded their arrival, as a missile crashed through the wall to the catacombs beneath the palace. While the Jedi fought them through the smoke, from around the corner all the king’s horses and all the king’s men fell suddenly upon the bucketheads with a great clamor of metal upon metal. Swords crashed against armor, blaster bolts flew through the air, and fire spread across the field, breathed from the mouths of Mando flamethrowers.

Roaring, the King of Ukatis trampled a Mandalorian in his path, swinging his sword wildly. Never far from his side was the Marshal, who wielded a javelin. The Mandos may have been the fiercer fighters, but if Ukatis could pinch the enemy forces between them and the Jedi, they might be overcome thusly...

 

[Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris]

Location: Ukatis, on a bridge in the city of Axilla
Engaging: Reggie Rau
Objective: IV

"You will drop your weapons," Cordelia commanded, pushing as much power from both the force and her racial abilities into her Jedi mind trick. "You will hand yourself in to the Galactic Alliance soldiers."

"I will drop my weapons," The Mandalorian she was fighting said, his guantlet and gun falling to the floor. "I will hand myself in to the Galactic Alliance soldiers."

Cori nodded in satisfaction as he walked towards waiting soldiers, wiping the sweat from her brow. This war had only just begun, and she was already ehausted, her pink and orange hair smelt of smoke and ash and her once pristine outfit was filthy, covered in debris from the battlefield. Cori longed to jump into the water of the river below her, but she had to defend this place. Innocent civilians were being herded to shelter on this bridge, and if anything were to happen to it, they would lose their safe passage. However, strategically, the bridge also supplied Galactic alliance troops across the river, causing the Mandalorians to attack the bridge repeatedly. So here she would stay, defending the innocent civilians, no matter what came the Jedi's way. That was why, when a Mandalorian with red armour and flaming red hair landed in front of her, Cori once again raised her lightwhips, ready for a fight.

"Don't come any closer," she warned, settling into a form four stance. "Or I will be forced to fight you, invader."

 

[Cord Starfall]

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Post: 5
Location: City Outskirts, Kiffu
Objective: Never Back Down
Equipment: Green MidNight Duster | Fiend | Solar | Sith Armor | Wrist dart launchers (Electro-darts & Explosive darts) | Sith Helmet Mask | Stun gauntlets | X2 Sith Daggers
Tags: Vulcan Krayt | Veshok Rook

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Just as Cord was thinking for once the writers in the sky were on her damn side, having enlightened her to the lightning in the sky as she laid on her back. A shot was fired just as Cord was rolling to her side, a shot that would have gotten her clean in the head had she not moved at exactly the right moment. Missiles were still raining down on her at the same time. "Frak…" She cursed as she rolled into a nearby alleyway and to her feet to escape the sniper and missiles for what was going to be a real short breather. A god damn sniper now, she really was getting to damn old for this crap.

Still the lightning in the sky had given her an idea the missiles and sniper fire would only compound on what she might be able to pull off here. She didn't Draw a weapon instead dropped back further in the alleyway hoping the two behind her would pursue. Her right gloved hand, she pressed her thumb against her middle and pointer finger like she was going to snap them in a finger click. Her left arm and hand she put behind her back palm out fingers spread wide.

"Mando'ad ganar Mir'osik!" The taunt was childish but should get their attention and hopefully draw them in. "I thought you were supposed be warriors! Can't even take on one woman in hand to hand to hand. Why don't you put down your guns and do this like the men of honor you so claim to be?" She backed up a few more steps towards a dumpster and slipped behind it knowing they might come at her guns and missiles blazing. The dumpster would give her at least a little extra protection.

 

[Reggie Rau]

STORM
AXILLA | UKATIS
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | IMPs | I.M.P
ENEMIES: GA | NJO
ENGAGING: Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris
GEAR: In bio

DELIRIUM​

They would burn!

All of them. They would know what it feels like to lose everything. To be left with nothing but ashes. Ashes of loved ones. Burnt corpses. Bodies with plasma holes in them.

The scion of Clan Rau vehemently pulled her bloodied beskad from another Marine's chest, sneering as his limp body fell to the ground. Hatred burned bright in her eyes as her red hair crackled along with the flame of vengeance. She had long since removed her helmet and clipped it onto her jetpack. They had to see the Judgement of the Manda as they died.

She had thought that she had healed beyond this hatred when se had joined the Enclave. She had found a family again. Had felt the love from her sisters in the Manda.

But Haran'gir didn't rest.

As she had set foot on an Alliance world, it all came flooding back - the bloody battle on Thyrsus. The loss of both her parents at the hands of the Jedi. As far as she knew, she was the last of her Clan. Her heritage. Alone in the vast Galaxy.

A frenzy had gripped hold of her like a vice, body burning so bright with the fire of vengeance that none so far could stand in her way as she swept through Axilla like a harbinger of Death. She had long since forgotten the directive for this front of attack. Hatred had taken over completely, transforming the compassionate woman into a demon from Haran.

She swept onward, taking to the air and raining golden particle torrents down on anyone not wearing beskar'gam. And then she saw it - a bridge that held one of the keys. And to cream it off, a Jedi stood on it too.

Like a red firebolt, she dove down to land right in front of the woman, her beskad in one hand and a pistol in the other.

"Don't come any closer, or I will be forced to fight you, invader."

The fire in Reggie's eyes flared brightly as a humourless smirk pulled at the corner of her mouth.
"Please do! Then my steel can draw Jedi blood." she said.

Then she jumped forward, her jetpack giving her momentum as she struck with her blade toward the strange-looking Jedi's chest.

She wouldn't stop until they are all dead.

 

[Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris]

Location: Ukatis, on a bridge in the city of Axilla
Engaging: [IMG alt="Reggie Rau"]https://www.starwarsrp.net/data/avatars/s/32/32939.jpg?1689017358[/IMG] Reggie Rau
Objective: IV

There was something off about this one, this new opponent she faced. Her fury, her rage, Cori could sense it from a mile away. This Mandalorian had seemed to work herself into a frenzy, not dissimilar to the ones she herself was known to enter should she be deprived of contact with water. Cori was shocked - she had no idea humans could be so viscous, especially seemingly without a good reason. And her bloodlust...the Mandalorian's tone sent shivers done her spine as the woman interpreted Cori's words not as a warning but as a challenge.

"You'll live to regret not taking my offer of peace, Mandalorian," Cori replied. "I'll see that your blade tastes the blood of my allies no longer."

Thankfully, Cori had already prepared herself for an attack by settling into her stance. Using the balance she gained from it, she dodged the attack from the woman, ducking to the side. Cracking one of her whips loudly so as to distract the Mandalorian, she arched her other whip above her head and sent a lashing strike towards her unprotected face.

Of all the Mandalorians she had seen, this one was the first not to be wearing her helmet, and the Ersansyr Jedi intended to fully take advantage of that. Besides, the best way to get someone out of a frenzy was a sharp slap to the face, and considering all of the people this woman had killed, Cori was only too happy to perform the task.

 

[Amani Serys]

BB-610 - Anna Carden​

Amani grimaced from behind the wall as BB revealed her position. It was risky, but perhaps the right call in the long run— If the Mandalorian discovered her hiding independently, or Amani somehow reveals herself by accident, it would only worsen any suspicions about a potential ambush. She sighed, and stepped out into the doorway with very slow, deliberate movement, so as to not trigger any rash reactions. She raised up her palms, but kept them close to her body; If this Mando got violent, she wasn't going to let herself be caught completely disadvantaged.

"…Hi." Amani said awkwardly. She looked down at Bee, who was looking back up at her expectantly. She then turned to the Mandalorian, "The droid thinks there's a second chance for us here. Not sure I could call myself a Jedi if I didn't think that too." The mirialan dared to take a step in further, "Innocent people are being killed. For what? This conquest can't go on."

 

[Zark San Tekka]

DODECAPOLIS
YAG'DHUL
Atin Tracinya

Zark thanked the Force that exogorths were drawn to light and movement. Oxygen hissed from the breach in his enviro suit. He calmly assessed the battlefield. Although they paid dearly in Alliance lives for it the mandalorians had not yet managed to breach the city dome. One more bombing run and the gate would be overwhelmed unless he made sure those few anti-air batteries left kept firing.

"Your people once tamed the great mythosaur!" he shouted mock encouragement.

It crossed the Jedi Master's mind to leave his enemy to their fate. Such a death would be deserved for unleashing all this carnage upon an innocent world. Set a monster's lair aflame and don't be surprised when the monster tries to eat you. He could allow the warrior's throw to fall short and accomplish little more than enraging the exogorth further. Likely even provoking his own doom.

Reluctantly Master San Tekka closed his eyes. There were Jedi more attuned with nature that could reach out and calm frenzied creatures. Zark lacked that talent for primal connection. Pained screams brought no pleasure to the Jedi's ears when a thermal detonator set the exogorth's maw aflame buoyed by supernatural wind currents.

Stunned by the explosion, it could not react to a leaping Jedi warrior until it was too late. Astride the massive writhing space creature, he began to breathe heavily from low oxygen. Zark tried to steady himself and was nearly bucked off but finally managed to gain enough balance to plunge his lightsaber deep into the worm's flank.

He jumped clear from the dying exogorth just in time.

"By Creed, you owe me a life debt," Zark leveled his blade at the mandalorian on unsteady feet.