OOC Note: Anything beginning or ending in these symbols:
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means they are speaking Mando'a
Wearing:
Hide of Nar Kreeta
Armed With:
The Gavel of Shocking +1
Class D Disruptor Pistol (Shoulder Mount)
Mobius Pistol (2)
Equipment:
Hyper Battle Stimulant (2 Doses)
Healing Stims (3)
Objective: Shadow Crown
Her people had descended upon Ukatis, and Red Mobius saw no honor in it.
Strange, she was
all for Mandalorian dominance in space...but against foes who made
sense to fight.
Red Mobius and her clan didn't care that
Shai Maji
was dead, or that it had been done by a friend. Chit happens in this business. And Shai shoulda fethin' known better than to call a
Jedi of all people friend. She was
asking to get saber'd.
Clan Mobius had sided with their people over old alliances, obviously, busy salvaging and reworking materials into armor and weapons for the clans, repairing vehicles and acting as Doctors to their people. But they were here to kill as much as anyone else was.
Red was getting a crash course in devastating a world. But she was starting to question if all this wasn't counterproductive. Who was being punished here? The Jedi? Jedi don't
care if you punish them. The Alliance? The Alliance don't care if you punish 'em either.
The loss of Ukatis would barely register as a bee sting, if that.
Clan Mobius didn't wage war as the other clans did. There was no fancy, grand displays of flamethrowers or rockets, and the use of Beskad's was kept to a minimum.
No. When Clan Mobius went to war, laid siege to something, they dispensed with all that flashiness in favor of sheer, overwhelming damage to kill as quickly as possible.
And for that, they had brought Class D Disruptor Rifles and Pistols.
No deliberate herding of civilians, just shooting whoever fired at them. Clan Mobius was an oddball amongst the other clans. They didn't take trophies, and rarely spoke or sung of their fights. Those Mandalorians who encountered them never heard them boasting about anything, and no one even seemed to recall any disputes they had with other Clans, either at the individual or Macro level. To the Clan, the destination was important, not the journey and they
loathed being drawn into the kinds of silly disputes common amongst Mandalorians.
They weren't here to have fun, or slake some bloodlust, or avenge some Mandalorian they felt nothing for.
They were here to kill for their people.
Red had been taught to suppress her excitement at battle, the Clan Elders seeing such excitement and eagerness as a weakness in their members, and stamping it out as soon as they spotted it.
In her Clan, one didn't get excited at the prospect of battle. They were to instead focus on winning the battle, anything else was meaningless detail.
She exited out of the drop pod with the rest of her clan mates. The city burned. Her people destroying everything in sight in the march through the capital. Her clan had taken mercenary jobs from The Alliance for a long time, and had even been trying to extend their reach in their territory. All that had vanished with the call to war.
There was much discussion in their stronghold as to whether the Enclave could actually
win. Amar Mobius, their Alor, had openly stated he didn't believe it was possible to his own clan in private. But to choose Aruetii over your own people was Heresy.
The reason they could not win was simple...this method was making too many enemies. This cruel, indiscriminate butchery was the sort of thing that united people against the Mawites. Clan Mobius, however, wasn't about to try and talk any sense into the other clans. It was more fun for the Clan to watch the other Clans react to how this behavior would catch up to them as time went on. Red felt nothing for the Alliance. She didn't hate it, but she was just as happy to
try and smash the Alliance as work for it. Neither she nor the rest of her clan cared a wit for The Enclave's justifications. They hadn't even really paid attention to the death of Maji, chugging away anonymously at places like Ryloth in starfighters, too busy to pay attention to other Members of other clans beating their chests on Kestri over every slight.
Red's clan symbol, that of a Mythosaur skull over a Mobius Strip could be seen on her shoulder plate as she moved in her bone white Beskar'gam with her fellows. They were there to help sack the city and kill any Jedi they encountered. And it wasn't long before they got transmissions requesting reinforcements. There was an apartment complex close by that had been converted into something of a fortress prior to the invasion. It was tall, providing a good view of the entire city. Enclave wanted it intact. But that wasn't all.
The locals had been armed. Heavily so.
Red watched in stunned amazement when, as she entered the block where the apartment was, she witnessed a Ukatan Citizen
take apart a fully armed Mandalorian with a
Giant Metal Club, clearly in the grip of some sort of blood rage, rendered a screaming berserker charging at the invaders, veins bulging in his neck as he slammed a club into a Mandalorian's head so hard it
came off. He was predictably panic pelted by nearby Mandalorians who wanted exactly
none of that chit anywhere near 'em, but this guy, pumped up by all the Death Metal playing in his head, shrieked incoherently as he charged forward on the shots, killing two more Mandalorians with whacks from his club hollaring like an absolute maniac, fighting like an absolute
unit--
Red's brother, Sedrik, drew his pistol and vaporized the club wielder.
"We're not here to waste time, proving our mettle. Ukatis must fall..." he said. "And we're taking that stronghold!"
<
OYA! > yelled Red along with the rest of her squad before activating their jetpacks and streaking upward towards this apartment complex which had resisted all attack thus far. Red could see why as she flew through the smoke.
<Sedrik! Who do you think gave 'em Rocket Launchers?> Red asked, <Or, for that matter, backpack fed heavy repeaters?>
<Good question!> He replied, looping through swarms of heavy fire like Red was forced to.
<Let's ask them!>
The fire grew more intense, and their jet pack maneuvers got more and more erratic as they got closer. Red saw Mandalorians getting blown apart, shot from the sky. Even Beskar'gam could only protect you from so much. And it couldn't protect all of you. Red had seen Mandalorian Armor take an outright
railgun round to the chest, and survive with barely a dent, only for the sheer kinetic impact of the round to liquefy the organs of the wearer.
Red drew her blasters, firing sonic bolts as she few past those armed with rocket launchersas she weaved through exploding rockets and grenades, a feeling of terror and exhilaration in the still inexperienced warrior as she blasted away rocket operators as she flew up the side firing rapidly. She had plenty of energy cells to spare so she went spray and pray as she flew, she and her family targeting the most proficient Rocket Launchers and machine gun operators, even as more rockets and machine gun fire pelted the streets below, killing Mandalorians from other clans with every volley.
Red, unfortunately, lost her orientation slightly during flight and crashed into a gunner on the middle balcony, smashing him through a wall and rattling her
own brain from the impact even as his
collapsed upon impacting the wall on the other side of the smashed wall they had just burst through. She got up, having lost one of her blasters in the chaos, drawing her silvery, spiked Warhammer as she heard sounds.
Multiple blasts of shotgun shells slammed into Red's Torso and she almost stopped breathing, heart pounding insanely hard, having genuine trouble trying to draw any further breath, struggling to move as a Pair of Ukatan Citizens came in. Desperate, bloody, and armed with shotguns, nearly insane from the trauma of staying alive in this hellhole.
Red was simply
in too much pain to move.
They got closer, to their credit, as the closer you got with a powerful ranged weapon, the more certain your chances were of defeating Mandalorian Armor, or at the very least, killing the person underneath it. They had chosen their weapon well. You could never go wrong with a shotgun, even up against heavy armor like Beskar.
Red struggled to move as they aimed...
Red shifted, relying on the auto targeting of her shoulder mounted Class D Disruptor Pistol to fire at both, vaporizing them both, the shotgun blasts they fired barely missing her.
Red crawled up, coughing and hacking brutally.
Fractured rib, The suit was repairing it... slowly. She weakly jammed a Healing Stim into her side to speed the effect up, pulling herself up to a window.
Red looked at the burning city, watching it as the Mandalorians ravaged it. She felt deep disquiet suddenly, and suppressed it.
She blinked and suddenly she was in a burning desert, watching the sea of dead Mandalorians churn with rotted blood and flies. She saw the horrible, faceless abomination that looked like a naked, emaciated Togrutan hovering above the sea of dead...
Red saw a crack in the sky of hellish red light.
The warning about this monster came to her again and again, and after the last visIon she was genuinely frightened. Her clan didn't know about the visions. She never told them.
<Red!> Sedrik called out shaking her from her trance. <What the hell? This is not a time to lollygag!>
She stirred from her vision, and looked around. Her brother, Moxx, Kaid, and Cinvhet had caught up to her, finding her injured.
<You alright, Red?> Cinvhet asked, the older Female Mandalorian that was part of their five member squad asked glancing her over in curiosity.
<I'm fine... let's go...> Red replied without elaborating. <They shotgunned me. I...I can fight still. I just had to...catch my breath...>
<Sloppy, Red.> Sedrik snapped harshly. <You
must maintain situational awareness at
all times or you could get yourself
and us killed! And don't go ramming gunners like that again unless you're desperate! There were a dozen ways that move could have blown up in your face, and clearly almost
did!.>
<I take full responsibility. It won't happen again.> Red responded.
<Damn right you do. And damn right it
won't. In the field, you are either an asset or a liability. Choose which one you are or others will decide it for you.> Sedrik admonished hashly.
Red only nodded. Sedrik was harsh because he loved her and wanted her to live and couldn't go easy on her.
<Good. The matter is concluded. Clan mates, let us purge this building of Heresy.> Sedrik told them, going over to a weapon rack and picking up an
old model of shotgun and tossing it to Red.
<Since you were so bloody
eager to get in here to begin with, you can walk off your bruised pride with a little shotgun work.>
<You got it...> Red replied as she took point.
Something he said, however, stopped her cold.
<Don't let you blunder here be a
prophecy of things to come>
Red craned her head over to him, ice running up her spine.
It was not the first time her brother had found her in a trance, staring into space. It was easy enough to dismiss...they had been idle moments, when she had completed her duties and nothing was required.
Does he know I see things that aren't there? Red wondered with roiling terror in her spirit.
The pair stared at each other before Red kept moving.
Moxx, a burly Rodian who had explosives training tilted his head to one side in curiosity as they formed up behind Red only for Sedrik to gesture with his body language for him to drop it.
<Helmet Sensors aren't picking up anything...> Kaid, the Ex-Corellian Bounty Hunter turned adopted son of Amar Mobius spoke quietly on private comms, keeping a look out for traps and ambush attempts as they moved through the passages, quickly realizing they were not the first Mandalorians to get inside. Dead Mandalorians were spotted ahead, blown apart by plasma grenade traps. <X-Ray Scans are null. It's a dead zone here.>
<Who armed them like this? The Alliance?> Moxx asked.
<Doesn't feel like it. The Guerilla movements they fund have a lot more polish...> Cinvhet pondered, as she marked the location of a suspected booby trap. Firing could still be heard outside.
The building rumbled around them.
<This whole place has been converted into a giant death trap.> Kaid growled as they gathered around a door. <We should level it>
<Command was pretty clear. We can't afford to level it.> Sedrik replied, slapping on a det charge to the door, no one able to hear the conversation due to their helmets being on encrypted comms as well as sealed. <You can completely control the local area, above and below with the vantage points this structure offers. It
must be taken.>
The charge blew the doors inward and Red shotgunned a guy with a grenade launcher backward, using her arm gauntlet to block a blaster shot for her face, blasting another citizen backward. It was a sniper nest.
<No females or children...guess the idea was to buy time for them while their loved ones escaped.> Red noted somberly.
<They died standing rather than live kneeling.> Cinvhet noted. <An honorable death.>
The group left the nest to continue clearing out the building....
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