Breaking the bank (Mandalorian Dominion of Muunilinst)

[Ordo]

The long black ships dropped from hyperspace over the planet. It's communication systems in disarray. The fleet began sending transmissions but the responses were confused and sporadic.

The man stood on the flight deck of the lead Kandosii-type dreadnought. Yellow alarm lights flashed telling the pilots to gear up. They were going in.

 

[Kadala Kotyc]

There was a great deal of confusion coming from everywhere and everything. Rather unsettling, really. Moreso than even our dear Kadala Skirata was anywhere used to. It was in this chaos, this utter mess, that she found herself discovering many things about herself. For one, she did well under pressure. Even with the wails of the damned filling her ears she stayed calm. The girl- no, the woman- stood in her simple durasteel armor, waiting quietly, for the dropship to reach the surface. Secondly she noted the way her anger flared up at those around her who panicked.

Yes, of course. She hated the nervousness of others. Especially in professionals.

But there was something... more... important that she realized. She hadn't noticed until a jittery soldier had tripped on his way into the shuttle. Not until his flailing (and large) form had come crashing towards her. No, she didn't know what it was that let her, the closest one to the door, push him back so far. There was no indication (that she could see) of what had actually happened. Not at first. Even after the man had apologized to her and taken his place, she had no idea. But eventually she understood. Understood exactly what had just occurred. It felt crazy, honestly. But true.

Yes, that was it. She, Kadala Skirata, daughter of the Once-Mandalore, was, in fact... force sensitive.
Oh boy. The galaxy just got ten times more dangerous.

 

[Jak Skirata]

[member="Kadala Skirata"]

The drop ship shuddered as it broke atmosphere above the capital city. Even from orbit one could see the fires scattered around the planet, but here? Up close? It looked like hell on earth. Buildings had crumbled the sounds of blaster bolts and explosions rang on the horizon and flame ravaged the city. The fire suppression unit of the planet was struggling at best and he knew that many, many more lives would be lost by the end of the day.

Shifting the large hose on his shoulder he looked to his niece. Something seemed...Different about her. He couldn't put his finger on it but-

"We're landing," came a voice on the intercom. The shuttle shuddered and the doors opened. A storm of boots raced onto the city to join Muunalist's riot squad. They seemed to be doing alright, but not against these fires.

 

[Kadala Kotyc]

Well, this looked like hell. The whole damn planet did. Even the district they had landed in- one of the less broken up ones- had it's share of fires. Rubble was spread around, practically sprinkled across the planet. How had this much happened in so little time?... A horrible screeching noise gave a partial answer. There was a shuttle, a recent model by the looks of it, that was hurtling towards the ground. Likely it's pilots had disappeared mid-flight... Perhaps someone had tried to fix things, only to set their course for certain doom? It was a chilling thought. Kadala had to take a deep breath before she rushed into the fray. As was previously mentioned the city was aflame. Even though a majority of the populace had vanished, there were still people rushing about, most calling out for absent loved ones.

Really, they should, at this point, be more concerned about the smoke in the air and the heat snapping at their feet. But these were panicky people (the kind who apparently annoyed Kad). They couldn't help their rampage. Nearby the shuttle a small group, maybe neighbors, was trying to break into a storefront. Did they think the world was going to end? Did they worry that if they didn't get supplies now they would all die? They were going to die either way- if this truly was the apocalypse. Screaming during your last seconds wouldn't change any of that.

With a sigh the woman went to assist the local infantry.
Someone had to keep these people in check.

[member="Davin Skirata"]​

 

[Nolan Detta]

With so many planets lost to darkness, the Force out of wack and the trillions of peoe who'd dissappeared, Nolan still had a job to do for his Mandalore. They were here for Muunilist, and Nolan was here for war. He'd just received word that they were loading up now, and he wasn't going to miss the first shuttle out.

"Reporting in for boots down sir!" Nolan snapped a salute to a Field Marshal directin troops to respective dropships.

"Alpha One Detta, get moving!"

Nolan nodded and boarded the first dropship. He was the last one on and the doors closed. The ship rattled as it lifted from its perch, the shot off into space towards the surface. Blood boiled as the Force struggled to find a grip on Nolan's heart. He could undoubtably be tempting fate by using his powers, but he'd soon find out on the ground.

Nolan had heard that his wife, [member="Satine D'ulin"] was one of the many who'd dissappeared. Now a massive hole sat in his chest. The thought of her gone emptied his heart of joy and hope and was replaced by his old allies, anger and pain. The bloodlust was unquenched and a feast was needed. Nolan was now unchained, with no one to wrangle him back from the brink. What he would do was a mystery even to him. Only the Gods knew.

[member="Kadala Skirata"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Ordo"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Location: The Burning Capital
Objective: Reduce the Burn
Allies: Errbody

There was no mistaking it.

There was no disputing it.

In an instant, the one that Ravager knew as "Father" had disappeared. He felt his presence in the Force, but then it was gone...as were untold billions across the Galaxy. Complete and utter chaos dominated each and every system; yet the clone found himself cramped up within a Dropship bound for the surface of Muunilist. Why am I here? he thought to himself, holding on for dear life as the vessel broke through orbit. Why am I here?! Why wasn't it me!

His father. His master. The reason for his existence had gone, leaving him behind. Why hadn't he been the one to disappear? Why did the ambitions of his creator have to come to a swift end? Why now did he choose, in the wake of it all, to come to Muunilist? "Because he was a Mandalorian." came Ravager's muttered response. Yes, while Darth Metus wielded the Dark Side as his sword, his first and true love was for the Mandalorian Clans. As such, Ravager did what he thought his father would do:

Assist the Mandalorians in their hour of need.

As such, when the ship touched down on the surface, Ravager promptly disembarked and reported to a commanding officer. Sure, he lacked armor and chose to wear his trademark Cater Coat and Vest, but he was a pair of hands willing to help out. In light of that, he was assigned to assisting the teams fighting the fires across the capital. Now this is going to be a cake walk. he thought, cracking his knuckles.

Ravager took a moment to rendezvous with his squad before heading over to the first target for relief: a multi-story building characterized by, you guessed it, fire. And lots of it. Now, he was no Krag (although the brief apprenticeship gave him pyromantic abilities) but he was going to give quenching the flames a shot with the Force. Lulling his eyes to a close, Ravager inhaled deep and centered himself.

It was going to be a long day.

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Ishmael Verd"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Kadala Skirata"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Ordo"]

Spoiler

Mandal Hypernautics Relief fleet
2x Baar'ur clas Medical Frigate
1x Krayt class Light Cruiser
3x Shaadlar-type Troopship
Various Hyperion Security and Medical personnel. (will provide solid numbers if requested)

A flicker of pseudo-motion was the only thing to announce the arrival of the small fleet of Mandal Hypernautics vessels. Six years had passed since Ordo's death, and yet there were times it still weighed on her. And the recent events had left her thinking on it again. In one night, millions had disappeared across Mandalorian space... and from all accounts, the same had happened across the galaxy. As the small feet came to a stop relative to Muunilist, she directed the ships into a low parking orbit. Close enough to make personnel and equipment drops easier, but high enough so that if they had to break orbit, they could do so easily.

And now, here they were. In the space of one night, everything had changed. Communications across the Mandalorian Empire had... dissolved... the network simply crumbling as many of the people manning relay stations had vanished. Scrambling what resources she could, Anija followed the weak rally call that had been routed through what remained of the functioning comm stations. That was what had brought her to Muunilinst. Reports of chaos... rioting, and uncontrollable fires rages had reached her. Sighing softly, Anija sat in the command chair of the cruiser, and rubbed her palms over her face.

She'd not slept since receiving the message, and she could feel how frantic many of her people were. Understandably so. Even with the comm messages getting through, it was taking a while to gain any real up to date information. She needed eyes and ears on the ground. And that was just what she was going to do. Tapping out a few commands on the arm console of the command chair, she sent instructions to the shuttle bay for the Hyperion Security forces and medical personnel to load up and launch.

In tandem with this, she had a squad of Engineers who's task it was to help put out the fires, and to repair the city's power structure. Along with them, she'd sent a few signal boosters in hopes that she might be able to reach some of the other Mandalorians on the ground. After a moment's thought, she drafted and sent a message, timing it so it would be broadcast once her forces were on the ground. <To all Mandalorian Forces: This is Rally Master Anija Ordo. If you are receiving this, I have sent technicians and engineers from Mandal Hypernautics with comm gear to the surface...along with Hyperion Security personnel and medics. If you need their assitance, please seek them out, or direct citizen of Muunilinist to them for aid.>

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Shywooshk was enjoying his life as a Mandalorian. The armor was, even after a half a decade, still sometimes uncomfortable, but overall the lifestyle fit him like a glove, if he were honest. He was able to keep to his own morals, his own code. No political scheming masquerading as morality like within the Order and Republic. No shame felt because he was not a perfect picture of serenity. His vode accepted him as he was, even valued his ferocity in combat.

Checking his Ryyk blade opposite his lightsaber, Shywooshk debated on the recent happenings... People had just disappeared, gone in a blink. He wondered if that would mean the same for some of his family and friends he had left behind on Kashyyk, but there was really no place for that. The Mandalorians needed him. While repairs and refitting must be done, violence and looting also almost always broke out in 'civilized' areas. And well, when you had unrest and rioting and looting, what better than an eight foot tall wookie in durasteel armor with a lightsaber to put it down?

Slowly, he swung his bowcaster up and waded along, checking the flickering, faulty comms and HUD as often as he could as he made his way. One looter roughly shoved a woman aside to try and rip foodstuffs from her and her children. A massive hand, the fur hidden behind durasteel and a bodysuit, swung and clipped the miscreant behind the ear. It wasn't fatal, but he would definitely have some bruises and soreness from suddenly launching into the air and then landing inside a steel dumpster. He waded further from his shuttle, barking out a rumbling rawrgle of roughly equivalent 'Your welcome' to the woman.

The effect the helmets speaker had on his voice made him sound like some sort of monster from a nightmare, and the woman clutched her children and bolted screaming, food-stuff forgotten on the ground. Shywooshk sighed and shook his head, bending to pick up the pack and intending to re-distribute it to someone else, since the woman was clearly beyond reasoning with. Grunting out what would have been an equivalent of 'Some people' Shywooshk motioned for his partner, a sturdy zabrak in the same style armor as him, to follow as they sought out any other signs of unrest and put them down.

[member="Ordo"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Ishmael Verd"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Kadala Skirata"] | [member="Davin Skirata"]

 

[Ordo]

[member="Kadala Skirata"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Ishmael Verd"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Shywooshk"]

"WE'VE GOT PIRATES INBOUND!" someone yelled from flight control as the old pilot pulled down his hatch and sealed it.

"Striil squadron cleared for engagement." the ship's captain said loudly over the intercom.

"Striil leader trafficking." the big man said as the Yavin-class lifted off and made it's way out of the hanger. "Striil leader five by five. Squadron sound off."

 

[Aethan Tannan]

The Island of Aborah

​

...the flash of a lightsaber, blaster fire and then the screams of men. Silence. Aethan Tannan stood in the midst of several bodies which had attempted to waylay him for whatever he might have on his person. Darkness had come to the galaxy. Muunilinst had been assailed by Pirates and those seeking to take advantage of the chaos. Aethan had come to the planet to explore with the permission of the Demask Clan seeking to uncover mysteries on the Island of Aborah but instead of hospitality he'd been greeted by threats and blaster fire. Now he stood alone on a landing pad that had served as his entrance to the island of Aborah...

...ever since Aethan had spent recovered information on the power of Darksight following his incursion into Fringe space and the battle against the Sorcerers of Tund he'd done his best to read the future and harness the ability he'd garnered some information about. Unfortunately for him the future was a difficult thing to read and even harder to influence. There were literally thousands of threads, countless possibilities, that could direct a scenario in a specific fashion and for every decision made a thousand more scenarios were given life meaning that it was almost impossible for him to determine what fate held in store. At least he had been able to control the ability enough to understand the future in the extreme short term where probability seemed more controllable...

...before the disappearance of untold billions Muunlinst had been under the protection and influence of the Mandalorians but in the blink of an eye it had been reduced to chaos. Several key figures responsible for handling the planet and its different clans had vanished altogether without a trace. Aethan was, obviously, not amongst those who had disappeared and left no trace. The Darksight lead him here but now his purpose for being may have changed from one of self service to another of helping the people of the world...

....Aethan looked at the bodies that lay prone all around him, half a dozen in total, then he exhaled before starting forward. The lightsaber he held deactivated but he maintained a hold on the hilt kept securely in his palm. Looking ahead he took in the sight of the estates owned by the Demask Clan and he already knew that the Pirates that attempted to assail him were only the beginning. Footsteps began his forwards momentum and Aethan would stride ahead with a new resolve in his step; the resounding desire to protect the innocent was echoing in the back of his mind and he told himself that this would be the final day for several of the men that had come to the world seeking trouble...
​

 

[Darth Ayra]

Muunilinst was a beautiful world that it's inhabitants had worked hard to protect since their realisation that their home world was rich in an abundance of natural resources that made the Muun's the richest people in the entire galaxy. The InterGalactic Banking Clan was testimony to this fact, as was the Skyhook that took Muun's and outsiders who were lucky enough to visit Harnaidan. To protect the atmosphere and pristine beauty of the planet, traffic in the Muunilinst system was only held in space, for no ships were meant to fly in the skies of Muunilinst herself.

All that work gone to dust to the hands of the Mandalorians, the sudden disappearance of so many Muun's and the outbreak of galactic riots that had reduce the beauty of Muunilinst, Harnaidan and it's oceans to something akin to ugly. Fires swept through the capital as those outsiders who had been fortunate enough to be planet side lost their minds and violated the trust that the Muun's had given them. Normally a calculative people, they too had lost their cool and had joined in the rioting.

Now it was up to the Mandalorians and their allies to quell the rioting and restore order to a now fractured world. One outsider, in the form of Alicia Drey, would not be participating in the rioting. Her station on Muunilinst was strictly business. A close associate of the InterGalactic Banking Clan for years, the ancient bank was facing one of the galaxies worse recessions in recent memory. So much destruction. So much money lost.

What a disaster.

On an island off the cost of Harnaidan, Alicia Drey departed a Niathal-class transport to meet with a gathering of Muun's who had survived the chaos and had not been taking in the initial disappearances. The InterGalactic Banking Clan would need reformation if it were to survive and one of it's most trusted friends was here to just do that.

 

[Not Ordo]

Silently he walked the chaotic streets as Mandalorians from the nearby garrison began sectioning off the cities to contain the chaos. Males, Females, and children of all kinds wept openly in the streets for their lost loved ones.

Kalizka stopped to hand a fallen toy bear to a young Muun girl before wiping her little eyes and looking her in the face.

"Where are your parents dear?"

"Disappeared."

"I see. I see." He said calmly, "follow me we'll get you help."

 

[Nolan Detta]

[member="Ordo"] [member="Kadala Skirata"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Ishmael Verd"] [member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Shywooshk"]

Nolan's dropship hit the dirt and vomited the Mandalorian horse in its belly. The pirates had set up checkpoints into the city, but Nolan and his Vod were not there to talk. Before some noticed, the River Rifle in his hands spat fire and dropped pirates in pairs. He ran ahead of the unit and charged the pirates head on. Laser fire glancing off his armor and the shielding it held.

"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur!"

The cry rang from Nolan's chest. They would die, all of them, every single pirate on this planet was going to die. He was going to be the one to send them to hell, or he'd join them there to kill them again. He'd lost friends and family since the Great Disappearance and now, he had a chance to exact his vengeance and thirst for blood.

The rifle was doing its job, as all Mandos were, killing pirates like the dogs they were. Nolan's armor was taking a beating and the shielding had failed since then. He cared not. The Force was off but he was still going to use it. Reaching deep into his soul, Nolan sought to extract all of the anger and pain held there and turn it into his strength. Controlled Rage was going to propel him through the battle.

([member="Thurion Heavenshield"]- I'm doing Forcey things, what happens?)

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Reaching deep into his soul, Nolan sought to extract all of the anger and pain held there and turn it into his strength. Controlled Rage was going to propel him through the battle.

*The rage and pain turned into pure physical strength did its job too well. The burst of power caused [member="Nolan Detta"] to grip his rifle too hard, breaking it into pieces in the process.*

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Surface of Muunilist
Allies: [member="Ordo"] | [member="Anija Ordo"] | [member="Ishmael Verd"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Kadala Skirata"] | [member="Davin Skirata"]
Unknown: [member="Aethan Tannan"] | [member="Kal Izka"]
Enemies: [member="Alicia Drey"] (Assumed enemy, Unconfirmed)

Shywooshk hesitated only momentarily as a trio of pirates armed with shoddy blasters and dressed in smugglers leathers and patched clothing turned a corner and swung into a trot at him. The splats of blaster energy hit chest piece, and he returned fire, managing to down one with his bowcaster, actually quite a good and accurate shot. This cause his to smile beneath the helmet he wore, and he charged with a feral roar, ryyk blade in one hand, lightsaber in the other as he began to engage the other two.

One swung low with a cheap knife, and the lightsaber cut through the sharpened steel with no problem, burning it's way into a reverse thrust. Such a move with an actual sword would be weak and almost impossible. But with a blade that was literally weightless, the maneuver being actually practical, burning a hole right through the left eye socket and out the dead center of the back of the skull, being yanked out as the third pirate managed to land a stab to Shywhoosks' right flank and fire a single blaster shot into his side before a ryyk blade exploded his heart with a savage thrust, and Shywwoshk limped over to a wall, rumbling lowly as he began to check his side for how bad the damage was, and then shortly called for a medic on his suits HUD uplink.

 

[Ordo]

"Striil twelve standing by"

"Striil eleven standing by"

"Striil ten standing by"

"Striil nine standing by"

"Striil eight standing by"

"Striil seven standing by"

"Striil six standing by"

"Striil five ready to go"

"Always a snowflake. Striil four more ready than five."

"Striil three standing by."

"Cut the chatter. Striil two standing by."

"And Striil leader standing by. All Striils lock wings into interceptor configuration. Clear to engage once in range."

The twelve fighters streaked through the sea of stars weapons armed as they raced to cut off the pirate dropsjdropships.

 

[Jak Skirata]

The hose was heavy much heavier than he thought it would be...Grunting he hefted the house up by its handle and tugged it along the sidewalk, the heat of the flames causing him to sweat and his suit send alarms and warnings. With a second grunt he pulled the handle back, releasing the high pressure flame retardant at the building. Several other Mandalorians followed suit and were following suit throughout the city.

The crying of children and parents filled his ears even over the roar of the flames and the hose.

What in the Manda was happening to the Galaxy?

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: A micro jump away

The Ash'amur-class Dreadnaught "Nautilus" sat patiently in reserve only a mirco jump from Muunilinst. Her current orders was to be on stand by just in case the current relief force needed aid. Reasons for her not being in the direct system was to not give the Muunilinst people the impression the mandos were on a violent re-occupation campaign.

Strider sat comfortably in his command chair, his eyes glued to the holographic data screens that laid floated before him giving updates from all command sections of the ship and the current op updates from Muun. The report of pirate contact got the old man excited, he thought he would be sitting this mission out picking his arse and twiddling his thumbs at a distance. But to hear some opportunist generic pirates decided to make a go of Muunilinst and to capitalize on the current chaos was good news to the Field Marshal. He needed distraction to keep his mind off those of the lost, which included many family and friends of his, and what better way to do such then plugging pirates full of holes.....

"HELM! Make jump for Muunilinst at these coordinates!" Strider would command, sending the jump coordinates to his helm officers.

"Sound to Battle Stations!" He would give the all command for the rest of the ship to prep for hostile contact.

 

[Aethan Tannan]

The Island of Aborah

​

...the Mandalorians and the Pirates might have been battling above Muunilinst but on the Island of Aborah the warfare was relatively contained. Aside from the Pirates that had attempted to abscond him upon his arrival Aethan had met no resistance nor did he expect any as he moved from the landing zone towards a residence in the distance. Old and dilapidated it was best described as a mansion at one time that had only recently begun to be renovated before the disappearances of some many across the galaxy. As he drew near Aethan was aware he was being watched, he expected it, however his lightsaber had been clipped back on his belt once again indicating he had no sense of danger in what was coming next...

..."Mr. Tannan."...came a voice as he came closer to the front of the mansion which upon closer inspection looked as though it had been severely damaged via the passage of time in this area...

..."Hello."...he stated..."You're prepared to show me what I asked about?"...

..."Not so fast Mr. Tannan. There's a matter of payment to discuss."...

...the insinuation brought a bit of ire out in Aethan's features..."Payment? The Mandalorians have come to reclaim this world and might well destroy the last of you if they discovered your existence. Don't bother me by talking about payment."...

..."The Mandalorians can be reasoned with."...

...a scoff..."You Damask are all the same. The Mandalorians hate the sith and with your clans reputation I wouldn't be surprised if they stripped whatever property you have left and put the rest of you in one of their prisons."...

...a pause existed between the two men, they matched eyes both of them deathly serious as a brief match of wills took place and then..."Very well. Come this way."...

...the answer seemed to satisfy Aethan who followed what was now revealed to be a native of Muunilist leading him into the dilapidated mansion via the front door. Aethan followed behind without missing a step however he was careful to remain weary of his surroundings. The Island of Aborah was not merely an island on Muunilist known for its association with the Damask Clan it also had a much more sinister legend thanks to one of their long dead remembers who was forgotten in the annuls of history by many had not ought to forget about him...​

 

[Nolan Detta]

As the rifle crumbled in his hands, he realized the Force was indeed unbalanced. He liked it. He launched forth with his pack, crushgaunts slamming into his enemies. He didn't care who they were, they opposed him, they die. The Force had done something to Nolan, the Rage was stronger than ever. He felt immense power flowing through him, this was good. Each swing of his fist sent someone flying in the opposite direction. His strength was unmeasured by any around him at the moment. His bloodlust became unquenchable and he rampaged through the ranks of the enemy.

"Rrraaahhh!!!! Die! All of you die!!!! I'll kill everyone of you to bring her back you karkin bastards!!!! Blood for blood!!! I will end you all!!!"

With the blood flowing from the dead like rivers, Nolan was standing in a pool, the volume growing steadily as Nolan waged his own war in the streets.


[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Shywooshk"] [member="Kal Izka"] [member="Alicia Drey"] [member="Aethan Tannan"] [member="Anija Ordo"]