Bucketheads vs. Trash Pandas [Mandalorian Empire Invasion of Coalition-Controlled Utapau (Hex 53-N)]

[Tryp West]

Location: Crash Site outside of Pau City
Allies: [member="Jackson Singh"], Trash Pandas
Enemies: Bucketheads apparently!

There were more important things to worry about than her goggles, but for some reason it was really hard to ignore.

She'd liked those goggles.

Why the focus on such an unimportant thing? She was just okay enough to recognize that it was ridiculous, but rattled enough to not be able to parse it out to the end result- focusing on it was easy, while looking at the wider picture was more difficult, and the brain subconsciously filters out what it can to protect itself. Later she'd sort through it and snort at it all, then shrug and move on, cause brain's gonna do what a brain's gonna do.

"I'm okay," she muttered- she was. Not good. But then, it was a distinction she'd made before.

She was definitely way less okay than that time. Okay was a useful word, it covered a lot of ground.

Despite that, she stopped trying to unbuckle and let him cut away the crash webbing. There was a pause after he asked her to count and then:

"One." A long beat. "One. Dat's as der an' back again as I kin git countin' ta one, Jackie."

Yeah she was fine.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KzllUk-LGik​

Crystal Cave Mouth
Allies: [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | @Mishel Noran
Enemies: [member="Aryn Spar"] (Keeping you appraised is all, carry on bro)

Orn settled in front of one of the more greivously injured warriors, looking over the wound. "There were healers before there were Force Healers, young one. I am one by trade, not by the blessing of the Force." He smiled kindly at the injured warrior. A serious belly wound that had punctured his intestines and stomach. Orn blinked back the dots he had seen a little more, examining the dying man. There was plenty that could be done, but it wouldn't save him. Not without a proper doctor and medical facilities.

Two protrusions moved from his wrist as he jabbed the stinking wound, administering a sticky brown sap that worked as a local numbing agent and antiseptic. It would provide relief while Orn worked. The warrior groaned, but removed his helmet, revealing a middle aged warrior who had likely seen too many battles. "Leave me, I've seen enough to know that I'm done. I've just got to hold this entrance and keep the rats from getting out." This one did not fear death, even though it loomed over him like a shadow. This one was willing to die for the chance to kill others, part of the culture Mandalore had built across millennia and was too far gone down that path, too devoted to be saved from it. However he deserved the chance to live, for if he returned home perhaps he would tell others of the kindness of a stranger, and perhaps that might lead one of them to offer that kindness in return. It was a small chance, but it was one the Neti had taken before and would again and again.

Orn shrugged, "Then this will at least make your passing easier, friend." White foam bubbled from the wood-like protrusion, and the Neti dabbed it upon the wound, working his way to apply it deeper into the man's body. The white foam was a natural remedy, something used before Bacta and Kolto on outback worlds to aid with healing and regeneration. It wasn't as good as those medicines, but Orn had it on hand in as much quantity as he desired. "Drink, and take this to sleep. It will slow your heart rate and buy time for your clansmen to return for you." He said, offering the man a handful of powdery substance.

With a snarl the man tried to bat the offered hand away, but was unable to. "I don't need your charity."

The Neti shrugged, "It is not charity, it is a tactical decision. It will make you sleep so you are unlikely to pose a threat to my allies that might pass by. You can take it willingly or I can administer it to your bloodstream." The man growled, unwilling to try it in the hopes that he would be able to stay awake long enough to aid his allies. Orn could admire his determination to keep fighting even while dying, but he had been truthful. The choice was merely for the man's comfort, the tactical responsibility to keep him from threatening other innocents was to force him into a deep sleep. Once he drifted off, the Neti filled the wound with a sticky green sap that would aid in stopping the bleeding and the leaking of his intestines and stomach, as well as provide him with some comfort from the would.

With his first patient sedated and stablized as best as could be done without the Force, the Jedi Master moved to the last, a woman in her early twenties. She was clutching a tourniquet around her leg to keep from bleeding out from a gash on her thigh that was still bleeding heavily, "Go away Jedi. I don't need your help." Her voice was weary, already suffering from a loss of blood.

"Did you not hear, I use herbal substances to heal. Not everyone in brown robes is a Jedi." Orn most certainly was, however his focus was elsewhere, maintaining his connection to the ORC representatives in the caves which prevented him from being able to provide assistance with the Force for the time being. As far as she could see he was just a Neti herbalist offering help to the wounded alongside the Slayer of Mandalore who would most likely kill those that refused the Neti. Reluctantly she adjusted her hold so that he could inspect the laceration deep into her leg. "Ijaat, this one will need a transfusion. Her femoral artery has been cut and will take me some time to repair."

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Location: Crash site. Outside of Pau City.
Allies: [member="Tryp West"]
Enemies: To be determined.

He blinked.

One?

It sucked that Jack didn't have any medical equipment here- oh, there was a bacta shot here somewhere, but no elaborate scanning equipment that would be able to determine how badly her head was hurting. "Nah, luv, count from ten to one and back plz. I ain't gonna let ya off that easy, eh?" The joke was made lightly, as if he wasn't concerned whatsoever.

Better that way, he figured.

With some difficulty Jack managed to cut away the webbing. "Aight, 'ere we go, careful." Steadying her softly, so she didn't fall on her face and have this situation become even worse.

"Ya gon' be okay, if I go look for da bacta?"

One shot to the neck should be good enough to stabilize her, then they could get out of here and find some help. Somewhere. For feth's sake, Jack didn't even know where they were. The systems seemed to be busted up to hell and back, so that wasn't going to be any help either. It didn't matter. Right now his priority was to make sure the lady was okay.

From there they could figure things out.

 

[Tryp West]

Location: Crash Site outside of Pau City
Allies: [member="Jackson Singh"], Trash Pandas
Enemies: Bucketheads apparently!

"Jack I'm okay," she insisted.

But she complied anyway, just so he wouldn't keep worrying.

"One. Two. Tree. Fer. Five. Six. Se'en. Et. Nine. Tin," and back down the line again. "Der. Satisfied?"

Despite that, she let him help her up. Her knees felt like jelly and she was in no rush to get fully moving again.

Except that they had to.

"Der's a medkit in da space unner da pilot's seat," she explained. "Dun 'ave ta go lookin' fer it. But we gotta move, Jack."

Maybe it was the tone. Maybe it was the blood dripping down her face. Maybe it was the intensity of her gaze even as she struggled to steady herself. But there was imperative there.

They didn't know what was going on. Who had fired on them. If whoever that was would come through and finish the job. They couldn't stay there, in the ship, for a moment longer than necessary.

 

[Zesiro]

Location: Pau City
Enemies: ME, their allies and [member="Tal Vizsla"]
Allies: ORC and their allies
Objective: Engage

Even though Zesiro moved faster than her normal pace, she did not wear herself or end up out of breath on the way to the beachhead. The destruction and sounds got worse the closer she got and while she could understand war...she was lost still as to the why this was going on.

One of her allies was shooting at somebody that just took his shots and didn't slow him down. Lifting her brows at this and the reaction of the man fired on...who fired at Davin. Not much at the reaction, but his non reaction. He just took the hits and didn't slow down.

Zesiro was rather new to these people of the Coalition and so far she had only actually met a few. However, she hoped she picked the right guy as the one on her side. Having recently had some training with the Force, she had picked some new skills. One of them was barrier. Not knowing Davin could use the Force too or if he knew that skill, she would attempt to place a barrier around him to keep his safe from those shots.

Hopefully it would be enough and her moving might distract the Manalorian. Waving her hands, she hoped to draw his attention.

"Do all of you have the same honor code?"

While it might seem out of place to say this, but there was a purpose to it. Even if they didn't know. Her voice was enhanced with the Force and hopefully heard over the sound of battle.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

[member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Shia Kryze"]

Mishel had closed her eyes for a second, her lightsaber extended - light reflecting off the crystals. She felt a nudge from the man - who may be a Jedi, she wasn't sure if he was or not and it wasn't her place to make the assumption. We do this together. In the moment he locked eyes with her she felt a sense of calm and relaxed her shoulders, "yes." She answered him simply for all the glib and all the talk she put forth as a facade, a bravado more for herself than anyone else. Mishel felt alone, she hardly knew [member="Joza Perl"] with the exception of small, blurred memories from her past life as Riona. She missed her family, the dark brood known as the Knights of Ren. They had been all that she had ever known and as she followed after him and watched the lights dance off the crystals, Mishel thought back to the time she spent on Monastery.

She thought back to it for it seemed that she kept coming back to the Jedi, in some shape or form. And then, within moments she felt something, sensed something through the force that danger was near but from where she could not immediately tell. Mishel didn't have a lot of time to react as the man in front of her took a shot and fell backward, while she clumsily tried to help him. The teenager watched him get back up and tell her the obvious, but rather than snark and glib her way through it. "Of course," she acknowledged with a manner of respect. "But you need medical attention, ... I cannot heal you," and perhaps he knew that if her dark aura wasn't enough to tell, then the obvious sulphuric haze of the dark side should be the giveaway. "I told my aunt that I would help, and help I will."

The rich burn of the reddish-yellow hue danced along the edges of the very crystals she had been looking at. They washed in with the blue of the Jedi before her, Jedi she finally decided to label him, or at least a lightsider with the blue lightsaber being any indication. Her eyes traced the last of the shadows as they crept toward the darkness, "will you be alright...?" Mishel motioned with her hand that she needed a name and then at least gave her own in exchange, "names Mishel, Mishel Zan- um you know what last names don't really matter c'mon before they get too far away."

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Pau City, Utapau, Tarabba Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: The Outer Rim Coalition, Galactic Alliance Volunteers​

Enemies: The Mandalorian Empire, [member="Koda Fett"]​

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Aryn could feel the anger as it flared up in Fett, the man may have been close to a wound in the fabric of the force, shrouded by all the death he had wrought, but without the force flowing through him, Fett could not have hidden his feelings from the Jedi. It worked in Aryn's favour, he could feel the man's intentions before he would make them, and his prodding had clearly influenced the man. Aryn knew well enough that with anger flowing through him, Fett's actions and intentions would be easier to read, and so when he quickly brought up his weapons to attack, Aryn moved in a flash.

Aryn made no effort to step aside as the rocket fired and the bolts flew towards him. Holding up his hand, Aryn closed his eyes and for a fraction of a moment focused on each individual attack, feeling as the rocket and bolts came to a halt only a few feet from the Jedi. Opening his eyes, his gaze flicked up to Fett, his blue yes flashing with an energy he rarely utilized, thrusting his hand aside as the bolts and rocket flew aside into one of the nearby buildings, blasting apart the wall and sending debris scattering into the street. Keeping his saber activated, Aryn moved his free hand up to focus on Fett, reaching out his tendrils with the force to wrap around the bounty hunter. He made no effort to halt the man in his place this time, but he still focused on forming a tight grip around his form. Jerking his hand back and down, he made to pull the Bounty Hunter off the rafters he stood upon before thrusting downwards to send him flying into the hard ground beneath them.

Their fight might just be beginning, but Aryn wanted to give Fett a firm reminder that he was no longer the boy he'd once brought low.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

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Location: Crystal Caves
Enemies: [member="Joza Perl"] l [member="Kaia Starchaser"] l [member="Damian Starchaser"]
Allies: [member="Aryn Spar"]


The explosion of the Kyber crystal beneath Preliat sent him flying. The concussive force of the crystal was more than he expected, but there was little discharge of heat or flames- lucky for him. He was thrown against the wall of the cave, violently. The crystals and rock on the wall shook and cracked under the combined weight of Preliat- and the armor he was wearing. His armored hood slammed against the wall, and he fell limp against the ground for a moment. Preliat stood up after a moment, after the hit against the wall's effects mostly wore off. He'd be sore in the morning, but no worse for wear.

Beskar'kandar. Stronger than even normal beskar- and that stuff was damn tough. So was Preliat.

Preliat's rifle was shattered on the barrel, having impacted behind him. It didn't survive contact, being pancaked between the wall, him, and his armor. The old girl lasted about a hot five seconds into the battle.

At least he shot something with it. Or- tried to. But he was down a weapon now. Not good.

Preliat rolled up to his feet, and withdrew the Tomahawk from his shoulder, and the Beskad from his back. He slammed the beskad in the wall, and created a shower of sparks- all while the blade remained razor sharp. He rotated the Tomahawk, and pointed his tomahawk-held hand up at the umbrella they were behind. He held the Tomahawk in his hand, angling his palm downward to allow the jet of naplam-infused flames to scorch towards the group near and behind the umbrella. He was closing the distance, not by running- but by walking. Preliat was scary lethal- he didn't need to run towards them. That, and the pressure from the flamethrower would hopefully deter from doing anything crazy.

His helmet's audio amplified with a few select eye movements.

Preliat was chuckling, in a sinister, vile way.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

hello double post my old friend​

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it's me​

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double poster​

 

[Lemon]

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Koda Fett​

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Pau City, Utapau, Tarabba Sector, Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: The Mandalorians​

Adversaries: [member="Aryn Teth"]​

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It was no use, within the moment he felt his body becoming constricted by some other worldly power that was the force. It tore him through the metallic flooring of the rafter, and of course he fell with pace, his armor was heavy and as was the metal itself. When Fett impacted with the ground it shattered beneath him, creating a spiderweb within the duracrete beneath him, his carbine sliding away from him. As he tried to move it was of course sluggishly, no matter how durable he was or how much of an impact this armor could withstand, being slammed into the ground with such force was of course going to be painful - one way or another.

It was true, Teth was no longer that boy he had captured on Tatooine. Not only does he look considerably older, but he's far more capable when it comes to... anything. He'd fought Jedi before, but not one of them had thrown him throughout the air with the force. Already there was something different. It was almost as if he was kneeling before the Supreme Commander from his current position. Offering a glare of aggression that was detectable just from the way he held his head. Though it all changed in rapid succession as his right arm was raised up in one quick motion as his left hurried for a button that resided on his gauntlet.

Flames became spewing out from it whilst the Bounty Hunter stood entirely upright, if for whatever reason Teth advanced - Fett backpedalled - if he retreated the Mandalorian would pursue.

 

[Ayhia Katar]

Ayhia really didn’t like shopping, not her thing, but Sanya was wanting to do “family stuff” and so she would put up with it. Ayhia basically just responded to anything with a “mhm” or “sure” she was really unconfortable and the feeling she had back that the ship still lingered with her. Ayhia in her mind planning out a few things when Sanya stopped very suddenly, Ayhia almost walked right into her.​

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“Hey… wh…”​

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Ayhia started only to get cut off as Sanya suddenly dragged her through the now panicking crowds. Ayhia’s face darkened as Sanya tried to pull her to safety, but that was not going to be something she would allow, Ayhia was a fighter and would not leave those whom can’t fight to fend for themselves while she ran. Ayhia was about to rip her hand from Sanya’s grasp when Sanya scooped her up and leaped into the air on top of a nearby building. Ayhia didn’t wait for Sanya to put her down she shifted her weight, forcing Sanya to drop her. As she landed she unslung her rifle and flicked the power switch for the Rail Assist System.​

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“I’m not leaving Sanya… you should know better then to try to make me leave… i am a Ranger… i have a duty to protect those who can’t protect themselves.” Ayhia reached into her pocket with her free hand and pulled out a Ranger communications radio, and depressed the talk button. “This is Ranger Ayhia Katar to any rangers hearing my broadcast… We are under attack, scramble all available and head to my location.” Ayhia let go of the button and flicked another switch on it, activating the location beacon. It was a old signal and unlike to draw any attention. Ayhia placed the Comlink on a ledge in front of her and aimed down the sight of her rifle. “Go make yourself useful… defend the people of the ORC…” Ayhia aimed at a target that was clearly not ORC military… and pulled the trigger. A heavy caliber round exited her rifle at a speed most would be unable to dodge, thanks to the Rifle being part Rail-Gun.​

 

[Bryce Bantam]

Location: Pau City Landing pads​

Objective: Yeah... that city may need some help​

Friend-a-mies: [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"]​

Allies: [member="Leo Vandermolen"] | [member="Raveem Va'ah"]​

Music!​

"Do as you are told, And maybe then we'll let you out.
You might be dead and cold, You might be full of doubt​

Don't try to escape, 'Cause you don't have nowhere to go
If nothing is your fate, There's no scenario, No nothing"​

Bryce felt the presence of the two Masters of Ren as well as new undiscovered talent of his reluctant new recruit. He had open his mind to the Force and every second he was feeling the dying souls fear and pain as like candles in a great field the light each winkimg out one by one. Unlike those who relish pain and fear for power these emotions turned to a vengeful rage in Bryce. Each soul as it passed into the force begging to remain, each life cut short before its' full potential could be reached yearning to live. Like tally marks on scroll he mentally recorded each one. Hell was going to be unleashed on the Empire of Ra, a cold and wrathful one brought by a man who only wanted peace...

As Ara and Brennen grew closer with their house guard close behind a single notion of mirth passed into the half Zeltons mind. Bryce was a thinker, a man with plans within plans. The use of the world around him and the assets furnished to him was his game. As the cargo ramp to Ara's beautiful corvette open a dozen or so unique droids had slipped pass and into the ship. Only the size of an ORC Talon coin or so they would be able to hopefully go unnoticed and give a desperate agent contained within a shot at freedom. As Ara approached she would see Bryce look up to greet her snarky greeting with a smile nearly identical to that one she saw right before he detonated the hanger of the Executioner.

"Oh hey Princess, you and your lady in waiting have a good trip?..."

Bryce cut his greeting short as a Raveem came into view. He could see the consternation on his his face and once the final pieces of his armor were strapped on he nearly ran over to the confused Bothan. Motioning over to the stable hands he had a beautiful Varactyl brought over to Raveem along with a new toy for the green horn. Handing him a gun belt with a Bloodstripe Hand Cannon in the holster and a small ring attached to one on the pouches.

"Her name is "Darling Daisy" mount up, the plan changed my friend."

With out letting Raveem respond to his gifts he walked back to his mount and saddled up. Two more Varactyl's brought up for Ara and Brennen. The first was a darker colored creature with a set up gold plums on her head name "Princess Feather Crown", the other and dark Varactyl with grey coloring and a shimmering tail called "Lady copper tail".

"Would love to stay and chat but as you can see all feth has broken loose. Let's take this on the move, mount up and catch me if you can, Oh "Princess Feather Crown" is your's Ara, your stable boy can ride "Lady Copper Tail."

With out another word Bryce set off and onto the planes of Utapau toward Pau city. Riding behind him was a dozen or so other Varactyls loaded up with supplies and armament which were lead by Pau stable hands.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Location: City Streets
People she wants to kill: [member="Darth Carnifex"] Bucketheads
People she has to kill: Trash Pandas [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] @Nok-Krah-Nin
People in the vicinity [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Darth Sibilus"]
Thanks for the tree [member="Hylocereus"]


Danger sense prickled, eyes snapped open beneath the black visor. Two slugs hit home slamming into the chest plate the force making her stagger back. She didn’t bother to look down at the fresh dents in her armour, didn’t have time to worry about aesthetics.

“Hey Chuff-suckers!”

What did that even mean?

Calina took a knee and bowed her head against the incoming blast, anchoring herself to the floor. She didn’t see the monk vanish to the next floor, but she did hear him behind them. It was impossible not to. “What is the point,” Calina uttered loud enough for the Emperor to hear her, “in these ridiculous games?” She did not want an answer.

Snap-hiss

“I will deal with this one.” She rose to her feet advancing with quick steps towards the Coalition Jedi, eyes flicked up the street to settle upon the tiss’shar that had shot her. Lightsaber came up before her face in silent salute, acknowledgement of her quarry, before snapping her attention back to the Jedi.

She was less than three meters from him when pink blossom fell from the sky, drifting past her like snowflakes. She paused, looked up and dove aside as a cherry tree landed where she’d been moments before. “...the feth?!”

Ask questions later.

She seized the tree in the force and flung it at the Jedi.

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Location: Pau City.
Allies: Bucketheads and their Sith Empire frands. Nearby: [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: Trash Pandas, specifically [member="Saoirse Flynn"]
Gear: Armour, Robes, Lightsabres, Tsaisibola.

It is an interesting moment, when the prey senses you just before you are about to attack. The question is always the same: Are they quick enough to escape your grasp, or just so slow they get to witness their own fall?

The moment Saoirse started running, Darth Ophidia thrust out her left hand, fingers grasping out like the talons of a bird of prey snatching fish from a lake. She might have far out of reach with her own weapons, but nothing was out of reach for the Force. She reached out to seize her prey in tendrils of kinetic energy and freeze her movement into a complete stand-still.

Through the tendrils of Force ran a thought, a feeling, a command.

You go when I let you.

From grasping, she pulled her hand up, seeking to pull Saoirse back to Ophidia, like a rag-doll, or a minute rodent in the claws of its natural predator.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Location: Mid Levels​

Enemies: [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Zesiro"]​

Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Tal Vizsla"]​

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The brother moved, skirting out of her reach but only just. She followed him, fury rumbling in her chest, the deep thrum of her growls reverberating in the air around them, halting only when hot slugs were flung at her face. Another bellowed roar as she stepped back shaking her head.

He’d thrown bullets at her, bullets that had not come from his weapons. It didn’t take a genius to understand what that meant. Explained why he was fighting on the other side too. Malika might have taken pity on him had he not levelled his weapon to shoot at Yasha.

Didn’t matter that Tal had taken the shots for her niece, didn’t matter that he was just doing what was right in a war. That was her niece. Malika lunged again, leading with he snout as she sought to clamp her jaws over his arms. See him fire a gun without them.

 

[Shia Kryze]

Location: Crystal Caves - Main Mine
Objective: Crystal Caves
Crystal Cave Foes: [member="Orn Pharr"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Joza Perl"]
Crystal Cave Allies: [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Liset Vereen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Kervo Namadi"]
Engaging: [member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Mishel Noren"]

Spoiler: Equipment

• DT-29 heavy plaster pistols x 2
• Nadir E-Series Sniper Rifle x 1
• Nadir E-Series Handcannon x 1
• Forcebreaker Grenades x 2
• Thermal Detonators x 2
• Cin'tracinya - the Silver Flame (Beskar'gam) x 1
• Nadir E-Series Armour Underlay x 1
• Stealth Field Generatorhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Stealth_field_generator x 1[SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE]
• SG-1001 "Vishnu" Military Shield x 1

Spoiler: Accompanying Unit(s)

The Strix

"Namadi'alor, this is Strix'alor."

Shia replied as she pounded down the mine tunnels at full speed. All the noise of battle - and her hunters - were coming from behind her, which meant that her objective had to be ahead of her. Either that, or a very embarassing dead end, but they wouldn't be chasing her down a dead end, would they?

"Hunt-team has casualties, negative exit, pursued by two, repeat two probable Jetiise." Or someone else defending this place who had a lightsaber and was willing to use it. "Strix. Spine-lizard protocol." As they ran, the Strix warriors discarded lightweight explosive devices on pressure detonators - no more than stun weapons really, not dangerous enough to bring the house down or really hurt anyone in a potentially unstable mine, but enough to make anyone pursuing them cautious.

"Strix-alor. Contact." The sound of blasters set to stun sounded in front of her. "Three civilians, no hunters. All down."

A pause. "Alor, this is Scout three. Prey in sight, holding for instruction."

"Three, wait on me."

She picked up speed, firing her thrusters in short, low hops as - ironically - she'd been taught by a Jedi to emulate a portion of their force leap, done wrong, she'd kill herself by impacting the roof. But she'd just about mastered that technique and vaulted a final crystal outcrop to come to a halt in front of the main mining chamber.

The immense chamber was formed around one of the sinkholes so common across the planet that had almost no upper opening - and that was protected by a double or triple strength deflector shield, with the planetary shield above it. Shia stood stunned for a moment as the sheer beauty of the crystal walls of the chamber took her breath away. Mining machinary filled the vast space - conveyor belts, auto-drills, bizarre railingless catwalks that really should be banned in civilised society. The whole space was a three dimensional maze of industry - but open enough there were few, if any hiding places.

"Hunt-markers." She snapped, slapping one from her belt and tossing it as far as she could, her fellows doing likewise. Fueled by tiny but powerful chemical batteries, the Hunt-markers were powerful electronic beacons that announced to the rest of the hunt that one group had the target in sight. The problem was, with that force field the heavy lifter shuttles had no way to get down here to get out with the crystals.

There had to be a pad in here somewhere, they couldn't carry the crystals out... there, high up and across the cavern. Free of transports - they'd probably left with as many crystals and workers as they could. But the control tower would have the deflector field controls.

"Kervo. Target in sight, locate on me. Limited internal resistance."

The place wasn't empty of course - some workers had fled, others hid, others had stayed to fight, armed with everything from wrenches to blasters.

"Strix. Engage and neutralize, then find me those crystals. Kervo and I will deal with the deflector field."

She triggered her jump pack and leapt to the first industrial pylon, her opponents wouldn't be far behind, even with anything she'd left to slow them down.

[member="Kervo Namadi"]​

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[member="Ember Farseer"]​

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[member="Mishel Noren"]​

 

[Silas Mantis]

Location: Mando Ship
Allies: ME
Enemies: [member="Connory"]

Silas scrambled tried to force himself back but found himself hit by a storm of slugs. Some hit plate and left nasty contusions beneath the surface, while others tore through the body glove, burying themselves into his abdomen as he snapped his prosthetic up to shield himself from the storm of bullets. The projectiles pounded against the beskar arm, leaving dents and scars across the iron.

In a split second he shot himself forward again, attempting to wrap his prosthetic hand around Connory's wrist as the beskad rescinded, then should the grapple of taken hold he would try to sling Rel downward with tremendous force, following up with a viscous chop from his tomahawk targeted at Rel's elbow.

Both of them fought with the indescribable fury of fathers fighting for their children, a rage so white hot it could burn whole worlds to ash, yet somehow between the all consuming anger Silas put a simple thought to words. "It is not your boy I am after." He uttered in Mando'a, the words likely indiscernible among the cacophony that filled the air.

It was something he himself had only recently come to accept. He would not, could not, harm that child, but he needed its caretaker. He needed Ginnie Ordo to save his brother's soul, to finally do right by his family, and he'd kill anyone who got in his way. But not the boy.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

MANDALORIAN DREADNOUGHT
SUPPLY ROOM NEAR AFT HANGAR
ENEMIES: Mandalorian Empire (in the person of [member="Silas Mantis"])
ALLIES: ORC and friends

Like heck was Connory going to allow another clinch. He'd fractured at least one of Mantis’ legs, but the younger man still had a physical advantage, not even counting that beskar arm. Connory skipped back to maintain some semblance of distance. His right prosthetic shin trembled - it had taken damage, hadn't it - and for a dizzying moment Mantis was clawing at his hand. Connory jerked his arm back, evading the grip, but the tomahawk's corner slashed through his body glove at the elbow. Hot blood slicked the inside of his bracer.

Not good. Very much not good.

All this backward motion, though, had returned him to the general vicinity of his bag of tricks. He scooped it up as well as he could with a broken left arm, and threw down a small portable shield. It wouldn't keep them separated for long - it was meant for sealing hull breaches, not for combat - but a little breathing room could let them get to the bottom of this.

“You've changed your mind about killing my boy?” he snapped in Mando’a, trying not to let his injured arms shake. Blood dripped from his fingertips. “Convince me.”

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Location: Crash site. Outside of Pau City.
Allies: [member="Tryp West"]
Enemies: To be determined.

He looked her in the eye, saw the determination and then nodded.

"Right ya 're." Could feel it too but that was besides the point. Jack quickly snatched up the med kit and then pulled her up to her feet again. The rubber quality of her knees wasn't missed here. "Alright, c'mon, arm over mah shoulders 'ere. Gotta hurry, ya?" Her arm slung over his shoulder they started to move. Down the cockpit- it was all too slow, but unless Jack was going to sling her over his shoulder entirely?

Best they could make it for now.

"Ya know, I dinnae imagine our first date to go dis way." It kinda sucked, because it had taken quite some time to track down those ruins. Then figure out how to get there without drawing any attention on them.

Wouldn't do to get a fistful of smugglers on their arse two minutes in. There was a large hole where the hull had been before, so no need to go out looking for an exist whatsoever. He looked down. Not a big drop, but... "Gonna go first- make sure errything is solid for ya landing." Jack carefully let go of her, before judging the drop before him again.

This was going to suck for his knees.

Ugh.

He wrapped his arms around the medkit to protect it and then jumped.

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

Location: Highreach Station
Objective: Break her.
Enemies: ORC | [member="Runi Verin"]
Allies: Mandalorian Empire
Engaging: Now.

There were ways to counter the Force.

But this was fast-paced, close-quarters, he didn't realize she was bending the sickness to her will, until it was already too late. Ronan had been shifting around his axis point- using his momentum to snap the beskad with the flat against the side of her helmet. Instead the blast took him hard against his knee, he grunted and then began to fall.

No Force to arrest his momentum, but... thousand battles, eh?

Instead of fighting against the fall Ronan dropped harder and just about missed her beskad biting hard into his helmet. Instead it's sharp edge scratched against the top with an insistent screeching whine. It made his ear ring, but his right leg was already kicking out like a piston at her ankle. His knee was pulsing though, nothing broken yet, but he didn't think it would survive another one like that.

No words, no cursing, the fight was done in utmost silence from his side.

Fight to kill, the rest was noise.