Breaking the Bank (Mandalorian Dominion of Muunilist)

[Not Ordo]

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

Kal hopped along and stopped to see a man in a suit slaughtering Stormtroopers.
A long tongue flopped out to lick its own yellow orange face before hopping to toward the starport.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Arrbi Betna"]

Ordo had been waiting for a sitrep when he found he would be waiting a long time. He rechecked the objectives and found they were offing some local Big shots. Most likely they were all sith supporters but it didn't really make a difference.

Ordo set off to the planet in a stealth dropship. He was enroute to the sith military base outside the city. Specifically the headquarters company building. While the others were taking out the Muun resisters Ordo was heading to take out the military ground officers.

He was dropped south of the base. He had to get a move on. His proiorities wers gain access to the base, locate the officers in charge, and give them a bad case of not alive.

He double timed it toward the base. The republic kit just didn't feel right and he wondered what his jedi friend would say to his mission. He would have to worry about that another time.

 

[Strider Garon]

Boarding Party: @[member="The Pale"]

A squadron of Tra’galaars pierced through Muunilist’s atmosphere, dropping from the sky in unison like birds of prey on the hunt. Strider stood, unwisely, in the corridor that connected the troop section to the cockpit. He should have been strapped in like the rest of the mandalorian warriors but old habbits died hard and it was hard to teach an old dog new tricks. He liked having direct contact with his pilots when flying in flak magnets just in case poodoo hit the fan he didn’t want communications to be the first to go.

The old soldier had his helmet on which gave him comfort with the 360 degree view that compensated for his absent right eye. He studied the 16 other soldiers that were shoulder to shoulder and strapped in, locked and loaded for this boarding mission. All young men and woman……compared to Strider that is, and all individualized by personlized beskargam. Their armor may have been different but their kit and gear were almost the same. Boarding actions required skill and weapons for close quarter combat so that left for weapon loadouts with Carbines, shotguns, vibroblades, grenades (appropriate for boarding) and personal sidearms.

Strider wanted to smoke but got the clear warning from the pilot that if he dared to light up in his tra’galaar he would find himself freefalling with out a pack. The old man learned a long time ago to never piss off your pilots, lot of the times they were the only force that stood between life and death and Strider wasn’t going to frak with that.

“Garon, we are dropping from formation to pick up The Pale” The pilot replied. Strider new they would be picking him up, it was him that wanted to sink his teeth into this prize instead of obliterating the cap ship that hung out in the storm. So it was only fitting that he would lead this boarding party from the front….. The mando way.

“Copy that!” Strider replied as he blinked for his comms to open up to his fellow vod “This is Bravo-two-zero” Strider’s call sign for him and his men under his command “We are here to pick you up, Pale!”

While he waited for a response he couldn’t contain his mind from wonder who the frak would name themselves ‘The Pale’. “Fething kids” He mumbled to himself wondering what these next generations would bring, sides from weird names.

 

[Atia Santorus]

Among those in Mandalorian armor, all the troops that sat in waiting in the transport, a lone alien stood at the back looking over the men. Her green eyes examined each of them, seeing how experienced they seemed to be or not. With mission parameters like this they'd better keep up or else they'd answer to her, Commander Atia Santorus. She walked between the men as they sat and waited, making her way towards @Strider Garon, still glancing around at the troops. One was starting to fall asleep for some reason, making her smash her gun on the floor to wake him. "No time for shut eye, soldier. Got that!" "Yes sir!" he said, standing back at attention before she moved on. Another had his weapon's ammo out of whack making her say "Secure that ammo, soldier. If you can't even keep your weapon in check how do you expect to come back from a fight in one piece?" "Yes sir!" he said, fixing it. When she'd finally reached Garon she kept her back to the men while whispering to him "Why did we get stuck with these kids?

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider’s T slit visor adjusted as he stared at Atia. She was new to this party but she knew her way around and this was clearly not her first rodeo. Strider gave a slight grin even though it was not visible it brought pleasure to the old dog knowing that this Alien was in for a treat. “In all honestly Sontorus! You will find no better breed of warriors in this galaxy that will match these boys. War is in their blood, they have trained for such the moment they could hold a blaster. They may be a little rough around the edges but when the bolts start flying these are the Chakaar I want watching my back, without a doubt!”
@[member="Atia Santorus"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Kalizka"]

The gizka, or whatever it was, paused to lick itself, and Ember paused to watch it watching him.

And then a plasteel elbow slammed into his temple. Staggering, he grabbed the forearm and brought his sabre up to deprive the stormtrooper of his arm. A whirling motion sent his lightsabre spinning away to scythe through all manner of plasteel nastiness. The arm pinwheeled out at Force-enhanced speeds to snap another man's neck.

Twin Thorns of Ryloth extruded from Ember's sleeves.

 

[Balkar Din]

While the conversation between the two went on, a man in a dim yellow-colored armor walked forth, scanning the area. Though it may have fooled some, it was not made of beskar, instead it was made of durasteel. A low clanking could be heard as he walked over to the other Mandalorian, and he stopped right next to the man. "I haven't missed anything yet, have I father?" A small smirk made a way onto Henry's face as he spoke. His first battle.

@[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Strider Garon]

This day was a day for Strider Garon for he was going to watch his son, Henry, engage in his first battle. He was in his thirties and had not fought a true battle though Strider had him train all his life for it. War was a calling for Mandalorians, some go, some don’t and some had responsibilities else where. Strider was battle born, his life revolved around war and conflict. His children grew up on the profits of conflict for that was Strider’s trade. He wasn’t a farmer, a blacksmith or bartender….. He was a professional soldier. He was told that the day he was born was on the field of battle, his mother giving birth with weapon in hand as her husband fended off sith marauders that harassed Mandalore on a yearly basis.

Strider had no doubts that his son was up for the task and he knew that Henry would not let him down, though every father always had that acking fear in the back of their minds that this could be the last time they saw each other. Battle was battle, no matter how long and hard you trained for it, shit happens and one could find their place in manda quicker then they thought.

Henry was the first to board the ship before The Pale, obvious excitement blistering about his aura. Strider clasped his son by the shoulder with his right hand giving it an affectionate squeeze “Just in time ad’ika, just in time. Now go strap yourself in, once The Pale is aboard we re form with the rest of the squadron and go take this bloated queen as our prize”
@[member="Henry Garon"] @Atia Santorus

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Preliat was currently fighting against the Sith troopers, and the Rally Master was beginning to show his prowess in war. He was at a line of Mandalorians, and stood up and held his rifle up with one hand, and made the order to charge with his other. He gave off a war cry, his kama that marked him as a Rally Master flowing behind him, with the recently painted crimson, which made him stand out drastically to the troops, for great purpose and effect. He aimed his rifle, and charged with his men. Preliat led by example alone, and that's the way it should be. He ran forward, and slammed into the first soldier he found.

Bringing his rifle across the man's face, he batted his face inward until he felt that he was dead enough, and then turned towards his men."GRENADE BARRAGE!"He bellowed, and his men followed suit. Pulling the pins nearly in unison, they launched towards the lines of the enemy, and what ensued next was a chain of explosions that decimated the line, nearly carving a path straight to their headquarters. Preliat went on and grabbed another enemy soldier by his face, slamming him by his nose into the ground, and then leaned down on his knee, and began to fire.

@[member="Ordo"]

 

[Ordo]

The walking patrols around the base were coming in 2 minute intervals, which was plenty of time if you did your job right. However, Ordo hadn't had a drink in 2 days and he was feeling more raw than right.

He waited for the coast to clear and double timed toward the facilities hanger. If the boarding party was going to be successful it would help if the enemy had fewer reinforcements. Ordo sliped up to a corner and waited for the gaurd to get closer. The republic kit he had was ok but it was also built for toy soldiers not warriors.

He pulled his combat knife with his left hand and stood pressed against the bulkhead. He slowed his breathing and his muscles tensed like coiled vipers ready to stike.

The Muun guard, the one with the security pass, came around the corner and like a sand panther, Ordo pounced. A big right hand clamped down on the Muun's mouth and yanked his head back faster than Gil Skirata on a new blueprint and the combat knife slammed into the Muun's arm pit and severed a lung and heart. The Muun struggled breifly before he went limp and Ordo pulled the body to cover. Ordo took the keycard and the Muun's droid controler and headed for the facility.

His too sober mind ran to thoughts of Bria and if he would ever find her. Then to the undeniable need for a blasted lot to shabla drink...

 

[Atia Santorus]

"I can only hope I can say the same when this is over." Atia merley stated before the arrival of Garon's son. She looked at him and stood silent while the two conversed. When the two gave thier affection for each other Atia winced a bit, wishing she'd had the same type of experience as with her father. They'd never shared battles together and now they never would due to his passing. Atia waited until his son left them before looking to Garon and saying "I do not doubt your judgment, Garon, but I do think it unwise to bring your son with you into battle. Are you sure you want to worry about him while worrying about the troops?"

@[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Henry Garon"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

With the power of the Force protecting and spurring them, his Thorn of Ryloth hookblades punched through a stormtrooper's body glove at armpit and throat. High voltage sent the dying man to his knees, and Ember planted a boot on his chest to rip the hookblades free. He changed his intent halfway through the motion, and unbent, whirling, to send the stormtrooper flying. Two hundred pounds of man and plastoid crashed into a charging squad, and that bought Ember enough time to call his lightsabre back to his hand. The grip was slick with blood; it would grow tacky soon.

 

[Strider Garon]

“They are all my sons and brothers, Sontorus!” Strider replied back with patience. Atia was new to the customs of the Mando’ade and it will only take time for the new comer to be adjusted to this lifestyle. There was no point in getting snarly or offended, all it would do would put their relationship back a few paces hindering progress with this Alien warrioress. “As you are my sister, I worry about you and them no less then I worry about my own kin”
@Atia Santorus

 

[Preliat Mantis]

@[member="Ordo"]

Preliat secured the north end of the Headquarters, and pointed inwards to the building."MOVE, MANDO'AD! AKAAN! AKAAN!"He screamed, running towards the door, as the shock troops he was commanding blew apart the wall, and filed into the building, tearing apart the security forces and soldiers within. While Ordo may have been precise and tactical, Preliat was destructive, and downright brutal. He was gifted at warfare, and it showed. There was no mercy, no slowing down of his movements. It was a constant attack, no time for the enemy to even think of a defense or a counter-attack. Preliat leveled his rifle at his hip, and began to fire downwards towards the enemy, giving orders with his free left hand.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

The back door of the headquarters hanger opened easy as Ordo entered and deactivated the droid sentinals.

He pulled his silenced slugthrower as he made his way to the hangers lift. He hit the call button and pressed himself against the bulkhead. Within two seconds a pair of stormtroopers came out. Ordo lifted his weapon and placed a well aimed shot in each and watched them collapse on the deck.

Next he went into the lift and up to the control centre. Luckily it was only a one room chamber and as the doors opened he began firing.

Psshhu psshu, his slugs flew at the crewmen and they started dropping. One a human got off a single shot hitting Ordo in the left shoulder, but not in time to save his life. Ordo looked at the wound like a kid looks at a new bug on the ground.

He ignored it for now and went to the console and locked the hanger down. The droids were his next problem. He began running through commands and finally found what he needed. The local droids would now be hitting Stormtroopers.

Now to blow the shabbla place...

 

[Balkar Din]

Nodding, Henry left the two Mandalorians to talk once more and walked down the hall to strap himself in. Once he was in, he checked his weapons. 'Gurkha, check. Beskad, check. Blaster rifle...' He reached to his back, and crushed when he realized it wasn't there. Getting back up, he walked to the small armory and picked one out, checked it for ammo, and sat back down. 'Alright, check.' Leaning back in his seat, he sighed softly and took off his helmet, looking into the black t-visor for a few seconds. This would be the first day the armor would lose its shine. He would finally taste battle. He only hoped he would be able to make an actual beskar'gam after the battle. Well of course he could have before, but he wanted to prove both to his father and himself that he could walk through battle without the aid of the coveted beskar. He would become a true man.

@[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Matreya]

@[member="Ember Rekali"]
Diving from seemingly nowhere, the Czar warrior known as Northstar Zero Three threw his hands forward to knock a great pressure against the oncoming men. Drawing his elbows back to his sides, Northstar then drew the same energy from behind the warriors feet to knock most of them down. It was a simple trick for the physics major, not even considering it telekinesis hisself, rather a manipulation of the air molecules to create rapid - yet powerful - gusts of wind.

Speaking over his shoulder, the ex apprentice to the Sith Lord, Darth Voracitos, spoke finally, "I sought a brethren, yet feel a devastating power amongst the Force. How is this?" The huge Anzati then spun a full three-sixty turn, ending with a vertical kick ontop the crown of an opponents skull. His huge bulk had at first been to much for the warrior used to a lithe form, but he adapted and regained the prowess he once held - further so some could say. Now every blow he threw could crush armor, for what did one expect of someone whom origimally was thrice that of the average athletic human, then to further that with Czar implants as well as knowledge of the applications of physics in battle.

"It is good to know there are others capable of use of the Force." Northstar said as he eyed up the man.

 

[Atia Santorus]

@Strider Garon

"I see. Then it must sting when you see any of them fall in battle." she stated while turning around to look at the troops. "All I can say for you is this, Garon, I tried to avoid thinking of them as anything other than soldiers with families waiting for them. That gives me reason to not waste their lives. But with you it is a matter of thinking you are a family in arms, meaning you would certainly not want any to die. But what happens when someone does? Do you take the regret of seeing them die as if they were brothers or soldiers?"

 

[Ordo]

Ordo rushed now as the sounds of Preliat "wrecking ball" Mantis were finally being heard. The small charges he placed on key points of the walls and on several other key areas.

He pulled his republic isued blaster rifle from his back and headed for the door.

He peeked through to see several pilots and troopers angrily looking for a way in. So he did the gentlemen's thing and opened the hatch. While they streamed in he booked it the other way and hit the detonator. The building rumbled andnbegan to collapse crushing them and their fighters under the tins of duracrete and durasteel.

Now the headquartera building.

"Better get moving before theirs no one left to kill." Ordo said and he ran.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Strider Garon"] @[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Atia Santorus "]@[member="Henry Garon"]

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"Ten... Eleven... Twelve..."

Betna counted onwards. He didn't know how many stories the building had, so counting down was out of the question. The things he did for his vode...

"Thirteen... Fourteen... Fifteen..."

The Mandalorian sincerely hoped the next targets didn't require the counting of floors to find them. That said, he sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to glide face first into another skyscraper. Shab did that hurt...

@[member="Captain Larraq"]