Primary Objective: Anger management.
Secondary Objective: Steal information from HQ of the Yag'Dhul shipyards for the Mandalorian Enclave.
Allies: Mandalorians.
Engaging: Ceri Fraissi .
Misc. Tags:
Shai Maji
Kranak Vizsla
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H E A L T H - B A R:
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War. What is it good for?
Rage.
Gwyneira Vizsla had thought she had gotten over that emotion a long time ago.
But with the death of Shai Maji, and the defection of her daughter Elise Vizsla, that rage had been renewed.
For all intents and purposes, Gwyn despised this war. This all felt pointless and aimless, and it was actively tearing the thing she cared for most apart - her family. And now, with a fresh sense of resentment and grief, she was unable to just stand by any longer. As a Karjr, she had been able to previously stay behind in Enclave territory as a defendant. But now? She was not going to idly stand by. Gwyneira hated unnecessary conflict, but she was no pacifist either. This war was raging, whether she liked it or not. And kark it all, it was destroying everything she held dear. The sooner this ended, the sooner her family would be back together again. She had lost too much through the years to hold back now.
Now, in the darkness of zero gravity space, the Mandalorian genius was floating in the air with the assistance of her jetpack. With her Force Sense, she had zero problems telling her surroundings in the dark. She had been blind at multiple points in her life, after all. She trusted her Force Sense even more than her own cybernetic eyes and H.U.D. systems. In the void, she stood atop her basilisk with the assistance of her magnetic soles. The dome to the city was just up ahead, and the Enclave was about to strike.
Time for the Galactic Alliance to pay for killing my mother. Those good for nothing, oh so holy 'peace keepers!' It's been a long while since I've fought like this... time for them to feel the same wrath I gave those Arkanian Purist scumbags long ago...
She gritted her teeth, bitter fury pumping through her veins as her grief flung itself in every direction possible.
But don't forget, Buir, that this is all your own doing... I hate being mad at you, but look what you've done!
She lifted a hand and stretched it towards the dome, hissing. She was not about to take this all out on her beloved father. So she would simply take it out on the Galactic Alliance instead.
The stealthed basilisk remained quiet and low as Gwyn stood atop him, stealthed as well. The two flew over the large, dark dome in the silent void. But as they approached a lone platoon, Gwyneira jumped off Cabur'tomad and activated her M.I. Jump Boots. Even as she flawlessly flew closer to the platoon, she bitterly remembered how it was her late mother, Shai Mahi, who had designed these boots. She gritted her teeth, rage flaring inside once again. She felt mostly numb, and felt like everything was pointless. In this war, all was pointless. Family, bonds, trust. Her own mother was killed by her own sister. Gwyneira wanted to laugh at it all. Laugh, as she joined the battle in a futile attempt to change things. As if she ever could... Nihilism was strong inside, but so was a bitter need for revenge. That rage alone drove her to move tonight, when everything was so bleak, miserable, and worthless. She slipped into position, pulling out some grenades. She felt the rage, and she fed on it.
Silent as death, she chucked the E.M.P. grenades at the battlements to the platoon's left flank.
BOOM!
The "droid poppers" crackled, sending out electrical charges that turned the canons and equipment off. As the Galactic Alliance members caught in the blast helplessly floated up, Gwyneira de-cloaked.
<<"Cab.">>
Her basilisk de-cloaked as well, catching the affected soldiers in a barrage of plasma bolts. The soldiers from the other side of the flank tried to fire at Gwyneira, but she was protected as Cabur'tomad jumped between her and them. Activating her jetpack, Gwyneira grinned,
<<"Watch them burn.">>
She used the Force to boost her forward, leaping above her basilisk as she launched whistling birds at the next line of soldiers. As they fell, Gwyneira flew into melee range and clenched her fists. Sparks sizzled on her crushgaunts - the ones Shai had made special for her - and she entered melee combat. Gwyneira easily slammed a flurry of punches into a soldier, making him delirious as Gwyn turned to face two behind her. She swatted one soldier on the neck, then retracted her knuckleplate vibroblade and cut into his artery. Then she turned, using her cybernetic leg to kick the next one's neck. Using the lack of gravity to her advantage, she powered the kick with her rocket soles, completely removing the soldier's head from his body. She sensed the other one gaining his senses behind her, and she turned to see him chucking a grenade at her. She caught it with one hand, then shot her vibrowhip at him, grabbing him by the shoulder. Still flying, she used the lack of gravity to swing him around. He was ragdolled into another group of soldiers, and she chucked the still ticking grenade at the party. As the explosion resounded, Gwyneira pulled her Kal from its sheath.
She took a rapid look at her enemies. Of course, she had a method she was sticking to. Cabur'tomad was splitting the platoon apart, into groups of five or ten, with his firepower. Gwyneira had told him ahead of time, to use his fast firing lasers to scatter the bulk of them. Gwyneira spotted a group of three ahead and rocketed forth at rapid speeds. It was something impressive, which an outside looker would attribute to years of experience, but something else as well... she was at the very edge of what a normal humanoid could pull off physically, which pointed to her continued use of Force Augmentation.
Unhindered by gravity, she slid on the smooth dome as she extended her arm. She fired a rocket from her vambrace; both slowing her down and hitting one of the soldiers. Gwyneira then entered melee combat with her Kal in one hand. She kicked the closest soldier back, forcing him to let go of his rifle. She punched, then followed up with a rapid succession of Kal stabs to the weak spots in his armor. This was not just a matter of defeating enemies. This was overkill. She did not even look at the final soldier as she pulled out a pistol and shot him. But she did look after the fact, and she shot the already dead body a second time... then a third.
Nihilistic towards the limp body's flailing, the Mandalorian turned and once again ascended stop her war droid. Cabur'tomad hummed as Gwyn used her magnetic soles to stay atop him despite the zero gravity. She had taken out approximately thirty five soldiers. She looked down from her droid to see some other stragglers, a noticable commander, and... a child.
The lightsaber on her hip gave away her status as a Padawan, and she could sense her youth through her Force Signature. For the first time, a vengeance and futility fuelled Gwyneira paused in her onslaught. Panting, the Karjr looked down on the soldier from her perch. She frowned bitterly beneath her helmet, and she spoke.
<"Kid, I suggest you retreat inside the dome. It's going to get ugly out here, and I don't hurt children.">
The commander shouted from next to the girl,
<"You're mad! You shoot all my men, but you're not okay with a Padawan being out here?! Don't you Mandalorians train your own young to fight?! Men! Finish her! Defend this post to your last breaths!">
As three final soldiers flew upwards, Gwyneira pulled her Ran'tisr from its holster.
<<"Thid is war, and these are soldiers. I would hope they know what they signed up for.">>
She fired the pistol, sensing where one soldier would veer to. As he flew to the right, she fired her knee rocket launcher. He had no time to adjust his course here as it hit him. Gwyneira deactivated her magnetic soles and jumped up, firing her pistol at the second soldier then extending her hand. She pulled the man close using the Force, and she activated her wrist blade again, cutting through his neck. She gritted her teeth,
<<"And I only ever wanted my own girls to think for themselves, before they fought for anything...">>
She pulled the blade out, letting the soldier drift away. The commander below was fuming, his rifle raised towards her. Gwyneira swerved away before placing her pistol in its holster. She extended her leg, firing the last whistling birds from her legs,
<<"Even if I have no idea what I'm fighting for... in this worthless war!">>
IC-01 "Chief"
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IC-7734 "Blaze"
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IC-8808 "Bob"
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Jade Frossilo
