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

[Julius Sedaire]

https://youtu.be/EbzS1pyFa_Q​

Crystal Caves
Allies: [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Aryn Spar"] | (Tooling with Orn, mentioning to keep you in loop)

The young man nodded, grimacing, and Ijaat jammed the syrette into the inside crook of his elbow. The face relaxed instantly as a potent pain reliever killed any lingering responses, and for the moment he was floating in a narcotic induced haze of not caring. He still felt it all, but the medicine just fogged his mind to the point he no longer cared or focused on it. Ijaat took the knife, still smoking, and pulled another from his bet, tapping his helmet and handing it to the other hilt first. With a grunting nod, the younger bit down on the bantha hide wrapped handle, and as soon as his eyes looked for Ijaat's, the drab green helmet of the older warrior came off, set to the side before returning his attention to the young man. A leathery, beaten face covered in a thick beard and once again bright eyes stared back into green eyes, and he smiled.

"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum... ?"

The younger nodded, and gritted out one name, "Karyc"

"Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum... Karyc..."

The remembrance done in case of the worse, the still dangerously hot flat of the blade was pressed hard into the raw stump of the lad's severed forearm, and even through the biting and pain med, there was a loud echoing scream and the lad thrashed in agony. But when the knife was removed, the bleeding had stopped. Ijaat administered a stinky gel from the pack after flushing it with a bit of water, and applied the coagulant to the areas that still oozed first and gave another syrette, then turned to look at a likely puzzled Orn. The venerable warrior bent to pick up his helmet and replace it, but not before a shade of a different look and emotion could be caught. Pity, remorse and regret rolled into mercy shown.

"My wife was a doctor before she was taken by the Sith. By my own uncle, actually. I picked up a bit here and there when she would patch me up. He will live. He will need bacta soon, and a cybernetic, but he will live.. Now.. Transfusion? How can I help with that?"

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Mando'a: Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum: "I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal"—Daily remembrance of those passed on, followed by the names of those being remembered

 

[Silas Mantis]

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

Blood seeped from punctures, and bled inside as the flesh around the broken bone swelled. He braced himself against one of the shelves, pulling himself shakily up to his feet, doing all he could to avoid putting any semblance of weight on his broken leg. Silas almost wished they'd just kept fighting, the adrenaline would still be flooding his veins, and numbing him to the pain that slowly began to seep in from nearly every corner of his body.

"I have son of my own. Not by blood, but he is my own all the same." Silas voice was ragged a wave of pain ran through him from where the bullets had pierced his abdomen, radiating outward to every part of his body. "I took some time, tried to look at things differently. Came to the conclusion the only difference between your boy in mine besides age, is which side left them an orphan." He grimaced underneath the buy'ce, tomahawk dropping from his grasp and clattering to the deck as he placed a gloved hand over his wounds.

"Mandalore has enough dead children. Your son is not guilty of his mother's sins, I do not track him to harm him." Silas managed, staring down the other Mandalorian ashe let his bad leg hang inches from the ground. "I just need his caretaker, to save my brother from himself."

Was it giving too much away? Perhaps, but at this particular moment he didn't care.

 

[Zef Halo]

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KYBER CRYSTAL CAVES
UTAPAU

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Ember watched carefully the color changing eyes of the teenager. The sulfuric hints clearly connecting the sense of the dark side of the force he felt from her. Yet, she was in conflict. Or at least that's what he sensed. He wondered if he could trust her. The Dark Side of the Force corrupted. Easily and quickly. Would going further down the cave lead to his demise by the hand of a dark sider rather than the Mandalorian interlopers? He remained silent and thoughtful for a moment as she gave him his name. There was honesty in her words, or a carefully weaved deception.

"Ember. Ember Farseer." He gave her a soft smirk. "Nice to meet you, Mishel."

The Jedi would trust her. Trust the hope in the inherent good of people.

He glanced back at his wounded arm and the image of [member="Orn Pharr"] snuck into his mind once more. "I...I think I will be fine." The powerful and wise Jedi Master was pouring healing energies, wasting his energy selflessly to help those in need, friend and foe alike. The Jedi way in action.

Ember calmed his panting from the pain and shifted his gaze downwards towards where the shadow had escaped. "As far as I recall the blueprints, this path leads to one of the landing sinkholes. " He began moving forward while rambling out loud his thoughts. "If they are headed that way, this might mean they are here for the same purpose as the mine - the kyber crystals." Ember frowned at the thought. He was unsure in that theory. What he had learned about Mandalorians was their thirst of battle. Waging war for the sake of war, not loot. Nonetheless it seemed strategic, even to a complete rookie in any warfare thematic, to have him and Mishel move to the landing/logistics zone.

And on they ventured, unbeknownst to the duo of defenders, on a different route than their attacker from earlier. The route Ember took them on would spiral upwards leading them to where the control tower of the deflector shields were. It remained a level above from where the interlopers were.

"M-mandalorians raiding!" A voice in broken Basic spooked Ember out from behind. He would turn to find a Pau'an miner with a blaster in hand fleeing towards their direction. Logically - towards the control tower where others have most likely barricaded themselves in.

"Where exactly?" Ember inquired and the poor worker gestured to him to look over the railing. The miner's slender fingertips pointed downwards at the lower level of the sinkhole. Suits of heavy armor moved around before tossing some items away. The Jedi Knight wondered what exactly could that have been. Explosives?

That thought washed away as soon as one of the Mandalorians started making their way upwards towards the control tower. He assumed the warriors would flee if they were planning to crumble the whole thing down.

"Get inside the tower. We'll keep you safe." No step backwards. Ember told the miner and the latter was quick to listen. "Mishel." He glanced at her, hints of sulfur meeting his blue. "I am no good with anything long range. At all." The Jedi admitted. "Now may be a good time to use anything that shoots that you might have."

"Non-lethal, if possible." Ember stated before turning to look once more at the coming Mandalorian.

If not - then the two would make their stand here.

Together.


[member="Mishel Noren"]

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[member="Shia Kryze"]

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

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

Now that Silas had gone from fighting to talking and bleeding, Connory did his level best to relax. His body remained keyed up, but he got a handle on his black rage. The context had changed. Maybe he'd still need to kill this man, but there were probably better targets - Munin, for example.

“Talk,” he gritted out, slapping a bacta patch to the deep cut on his elbow. A quarter inch farther and that tomahawk would have severed his brachial artery. “Who has my boy? All I know for sure is they're Clan Ordo. Who're you after?”

And how can I help, he almost said. If Silas was telling the truth about his motives and his target, that changed everything. Beneath the pain and the amped-up adrenal fury, Connory felt something a lot like joy. This was the kind of information he'd come here to procure. Wrecking Vilaz Munin’s dreadnought had only ever been a distraction.

“What about Munin and the rest? Are they still out for my son?”

 

[Silas Mantis]

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

"The girl, Ginnie. Jasper's son too." When Silas had first met Ginnie, the two had been practically the same age, but after Akala's meddling had done all sorts of thing to the flow of time he was the girl's senior by some years. But he still remembered storming that prison, a scared sixteen year old who only wanted to see his brother again, wearing armor he didn't know and wielding weapons he did not recognize, and both Ginnie and Aditya pushing him through.

Now he had to find one to honor the wishes of the other, and his own.

"As for Munin," Silas sputtered, raising a hand to motion towards the direction of the hangar and the chaos of war that resounded from it. "I couldn't tell you what his intents are, I don't talk to the man, but his focus is here, with the wars." Frankly he was sure that Vilaz had every intent to kill the child, but the last member of the Cuir Rekr who did not bear his family name was surely to be more taken with the battles to come, meaning Rel had plenty of time to locate his son unimpeded.

He could've gone for the second Westar, but he didn't, instead he tried to think of a way out of the room. His mind was not set on reaching the medbay, or finding a place to sit down, his only drive was to deal with the other intruders. The hammer wielding witch or the fething traitor were still at large, though none of that mattered if he never left this room.

"I need the girl. I made a promise to someone."

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

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

Ginnie Ordo, and Jasper Ordo’s son. What had the boy’s name been? D’ull? Something like that. Connory slid the edges of the bacta patch through the bloody slit in his body glove and flexed his elbow experimentally. The patch stayed in place. As Mantis spoke, Connory touched a drug ampoule to his neck. The pain started to ebb. He wouldn't be combat-fit any time soon, but better off than Mantis. Gut-shot with damaged legs, there was a chance Mantis would never leave this room.

Then again, it would be a severe mistake to discount an ori'ramikad, no matter his injuries. And depending on the makeup of that body glove, even the abdominal wounds might not be too bad.

“Attack this portable shield and it'll fail in maybe forty seconds.” Connory snugged his bag of tricks over his shoulder. The modified disruptor chewed a hole in the floor. The next deck down looked innocuous enough. “I'd be careful on the drop if I were you. Good hunting, Mantis. And I'd really recommend getting off this ship.”

He dropped through - his cybernetic legs took the impact with ease - and vanished.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Near the mouth of the Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Post: #5
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"]| | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | ORC
Enemies: [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | Mandalorian Empire

The Togorian giant and his friend smelled of rage, rage that wasn’t cause wholly by their injuries. Their anger cut the air before the first physical blow had even been dealt. The simple question of why? Lingered in the back of Joza’s mind, far away from the laser focus she was trying to maintain in the heat of battle. As far as she knew, the Outer Rim Coalition had no dealing with the Mandalorian Empire. Had they done something to inadvertently provoke war? She’d come to learn that Mandalorians were not a peaceful people, but something in her hoped against all hope that this attack had been a mistake of sorts.

A chorus of terrified screams sounded out further into the tunnel where Damian had instructed the civilians to hide. Her heart beat sharply, and her only solace was that they were screams of fear and not pain. “You.” Her modulated voice growled from behind the helmet as she grabbed a gunslinger who’d been taking shots at their invaders. “Go check.” She pushed him in the general direction of the sound and he was off like a shot. "Damian." She jerked her head in the direction of Preliat's menacing form as he advanced upon them.

Disruptor still raised, Joza did her best to fight off the creeping darkness in her vision. She had a concussion at least, a brain bleed at the worst. Hoping that her comm system still worked, she tried to contact [member="Mishel Noren"] and [member="Ember Farseer"]. “Talk to me, Mishel. What’s going on down there?” Things were still choppy with her HUD and she’d be lucky if her voice went through at all. [member="Orn Pharr"]’s help managed to siphon away the worst of her damage, vision becoming a little clearer.

An enraged roar that reverberated deep into the cave told her that the disruptor round she’d fired off had struck true. Joza’s head turned and the disruptor was hastily put away, left hand reaching into one of the pockets of her bandolier. A small click would have been heard if the cave had been relatively silent.

The massive felid was charging now, coming in hot. With how fast he was moving and given their cramped surroundings, Joza elected to take this assault head on. If she tried to doge she’d end up pressed against a wall or further into the cave and away from her allies. There was no easy choice.

Widening her stance and grounding her footing, the Zeltron thrust her right arm out in front of her as quickly as she could to meet the beskar claws. Phrik and beskar were both tough materials, but something had to give when one was moving at high velocity. The beskar claws would bury deep into her cybernetic arm, violently jerking the Zeltron upwards and off of her feet in an instant. Electrical components in her arm sparked and fizzled, gears whirred as they tried to compensate for whatever function was lost.

She was now closer to the beast than she wanted to be. It had all happened so fast and she was boxed into a setting where her agility wouldn’t offer much. While he had him those closer, the left hand that had clenched into her pocket trusted a small heat grenade forward towards his chest, adhesive properties coming in handy should it stick. If it worked, the grenade would release a wave of thermal energy powerful enough to melt materials like duracrete—but not beskar. It would soften the material, making it more malleable…more likely to be penetrated.

(OOC: Edited to tell Damian to do a thing without words, Aryn is cool with it.)

 

[Subject 37]

Utapau - The Crystal Caves
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: ORC | [member="Joza Perl"]

Joza would be met with a face of pure twisted rage. The Togorian had fallen into bloodlust, anger melting away and giving away to a simple bestial need kill and consume. A deep growl filled his throat as he lifted the woman off her feet, his Beskar claws digging into the phrik metal. Sparks flared between the two of them, some catching on the fur of his face as he lifted her higher into the air.

The Togorian took no note of the battle around them, he ignored the other Outlaws and Mandalorians.

Half a heartbeat passed as Aryn continued to lift Joza higher into the air, dragging her so that she was even with his face. He felt the pressure of something pushing against the armor, felt the heat of the grenade suddenly take effect, but he didn't take. Armor was a crutch that he wore only to follow the tenants of the Resol'nare. He was a warrior with our without Beskar, and as the metal upon his chest slowly began to turn to slag he had only one thing on his mind; victory.

His hand turned up, his claws digging in against the phrik metal, and then Joza would feel a sudden lurch.

With one quick motion Aryn attempted to draw the woman in towards him, hoping to unbalance her enough to give him an opening to bite down on her neck and snap her spine.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

[member="Shia Kryze"]​

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The mines were a thing for echoes, for the sound of screams - terrified still shot through Mishel just as well as any blaster bolt. Her brow furrowed and she recalled her own terror, the terror of being taken from her governess. The terror of a child screaming for her mother and so she shut her eyes for a moment and felt through the force, the positive energy from [member="Orn Pharr"] flowed through and she swallowed hard. Mishel focused on those screams and maybe short of a month ago she would have used that terror to feed her own dark powers but a month ago she lost her mind. Broken from the beatings, the tortures that the Ren inflicted that she for some reason willingly went along with. And when she opened her eyes she looked at the azure sea orbs that belonged to [member="Ember Farseer"]. The Jedi would trust her or so she felt, "then the pleasure is mine Ember."

In the darkness of her time, as the lights danced around her the memories from Monastery, from Grandmaster Kismet and even [member="Hazel Zanteres"] surged forward. There is a light, and it's up to you to decide what to do with it. Did the light come from Hazel? If so, it was gone - was there ever light from Siobhan? Maybe. At one time there may have been but neither of them were here. None of Mishel's siblings of Ren were here no, she knew that and as she took her step forward following after the Jedi. Mishel knew that she was on her own and the decisions that she made were own. So the consequences good or bad were hers alone, "good, otherwise, I'd have to use you as a meatshield." A beat, "I'm kidding." Another, "sort of."

A light smile from Mishel to Ember as they moved up, he rambled on about the mines.

"You'd think that if that's all they wanted were they crystals, the could've just asked."

But then, she supposed to a war culture where would be the fun in that.

Fun.

Fun to watch the innocents bleed, which led her back to Skor. Where she implored of Jedi to help her fight then, and they refused and citing that they must eliminate the dark siders. Such thinking was not the way of the Jedi - not that she had been taught, even now. Only the unknown Orn Pharr showed the true way of Jedi and Mishel had yet to meet him, she only felt his energy through the force. Selflessness. Mishel kept close to Ember as he led the pair up to a control tower her hand went to the railing as they ascended, and once more she felt the fear and the terror from the Pau'an.

Mishel knew this fear, she had known it well.

When the Kraal invaded Tabaqui, when she was forced to hide.

When she fought on Mustafar.

When she died on Monastery.

When she fought once more on Skor.

When she was surrounded by the Jedi then.

She could only imagine the fear that these people must be feeling. It was this empathy that began to cut through, like the light as it breaks through the darkness. With this thought in mind she listened to Ember. Ember spoke with the miner and as Mishel leaned over she caught a glance of the Mandalorians in their armor down below them. They must feel so good she thought to be here and accomplish their goal. Disregarding the life that they disrupt, much like the old Warmachine at home she knew so much of what that felt like as well but something told her that those days would be over soon enough. "I've never really fired a blaster," she confessed, "I have this." The teenager showed the Jedi her pistol, "but I don't think it'll do well against the armor."

Part of her wanted to run down there and take them all on, but that would be the exact kind of suicide run she avoided earlier.

"Blessed Ashira, I pray to you that my feet be swift and my aim be true and that if I should go on this day that I may wake in your arms, dear Goddess, Holy Mother. I pray to thee, for you are blessed above all and have shown your light to this lowly Edan," the young teenager prayed, "bless me so that I might bring glory to you." She concluded the prayer and held her pistol out but before she could pull the trigger there was a crackle on her comms. [member="Joza Perl"]'s came through but Mishel couldn't quite make it all out except that she assumed that her aunt wanted some sort of sitrep.

Mishel took a deep breath and put the pistol away, her time to use it had passed and so she readied herself with her lightsaber, moving into a familiar Soresu stance. "We've got a squad of Mandalorians here, and a lotta scared civilians. It's just me and Ember, but we'll do our best." Or die trying, she didn't say and took another breath, exhaled. Do or die time, girl. You get to decide today, you can give into this darkness and prove your Father right. Or, you can choose your own path - your parents don't matter here. You matter you get to decide what you get to do. No one else gets to make the choice, yeah you're pretty messed up, kid, but who in this galaxy isn't?

"Oh, and one more thing," the teenager said on the comms as she popped hers out for a second, "auntie Jo." She began to count beneath her breath and backed up a little bit closer to Ember. "Whatever happens." And if anyone expected her to say I love you, well you were wrong, "it was me who stole your last sweet roll, sorry." A cheeky grin, "alright Ember, you ready?"

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZtOpP4QJa9k[/media]

 

[Asantas]

Location: outside the Mines
Allies:[member="Aryn Spar"] the big cat, @Preliat Mantis the terrifying and the ME
Enemies: [member="Joza Perl"] @Damian Starchaser other Orcs.
Engaging: 1V1 with [member="Kaia Starchaser"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hxqW1Eq0iP4&list=RDABrBs1G6lcE&index=3

She sent her Basalisk out to the skies as she continued her walk towards the entrance but she stopped as her HUD detected motion approaching from the mine itself, She stood there rifle in hand as she saw a rather young girl walking out of the mine no doubt trying to keep other Mandalorians from getting in but she found hopefully a worthy opponent in this battle she may not get any crystals personally but her other brothers and sisters can get what was needed while she kept this one busy. When she spoke the traditional mechanical voice of the helmet coated her female voice she sounded not much older then 20 but she kept the warrior tone. If you follow a honor code of some sort I challenge you to a one on one either with the blade or with our own hands, No weapons....no tricks..no help just you and me and our blade or our fists which ever one you prefer.

She hoped the girl would accept her challenge she knew little about her or how honorable she would be or if shed even accept the challenge from a invader like herself, On the other hand she might get lucky and this girl might not mind the fight after all but if she accepts shell need to be careful incase she does this to get her guard down and try some trick to win the day, But for now she will just have to wait and see.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

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

The Umbrella covered the group from debris from the umbrella. The eplosion wracked the cave and deafened the young man briefly before he regained his senses and stood up in a looser stance ready to move. Joza directed the others and wordlessly ordered Damian to engage the man now edging towards the group with tomahawk and sword. Well alright, yes ma'am. Damian nodded with a raising and lowering of his eyebrows.

Damian moved with a purpose after the explosion and wielded his umbrella threateningly waiting it at the maniac of a man who seemed to be in a state of utter rage. There was a purpose behind the rage Damian was sure but he didn't bother to try and parse the reasoning. Taking in a deep he fired the charric beam directly at his chest. While the low penetration of the charric beam most likely wouldn't penetrate the armor, unless it hit between the joints or Damian could somehow shove the barrel directly into the mans unarmored arm pit, however the kinetic energy should be enough to knock him, or loosen his footing.

Immediately after the shot was fired Damian closed the umbrella top with the press of a button and charged forward reaching with his right hand for his light saber and firing a second shot as he closed within range using his momentum to thrust with the umbrella and defend with his saber, attempting to knock the mandalorian prone.

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OOC: Sorry for the late reply. My weekends tend to be busy compared to weekdays

 

[Laira Darkhold]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i32MjmJEWS4​

Crystal Caves
Allies: [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Aryn Spar"]

The tree-like creature carefully adjusted the injury, peering within the torn flesh of the Mandalorian Woman. His stomach and back surged with pain, as though his bark would splinter and break. The Jedi winced and his connection to his allies was fading while they began suffering wounds, his mind having trouble bearing their pain for them. He gasped loudly, much to the Mandalorian woman's displeasure, "Be careful bud." She hissed in worry about him accidentally jabbing her.

"Ijaat, friend." He whispered between ragged breaths while the pain from his allies drew from their bodies and into his. "Our friends need us. Patch these up, but we must hurry." His voice hardened, dropping into deep tones. The words were no longer melodic and musical but filled with struggle and pain. Using the plants from his garden the Jedi Master injected the woman with the antiseptic sap and coagulant plant particles to slot her serious wound and aid in her flesh's regeneration.

He was using a substance that healers had used since before Bacta and Kolto, more than capable of helping the woman. "You must keep pressure applied until the bleeding stops young one. This will help you stay awake until either your allies do." A branchy protrusion jabbed her, filling her body with a substance that would help keep her functional. It wasn't adrenaline but would speed her heart rate some. It was a catch twenty-two for the young woman, if she passed out she'd bleed out quickly. If heart rate sped up she needed to apply more pressure.

Realizing the unlikelihood she would survive Orn struggled, his body in pain and his desire to help the fighters in the cave growing rapidly. "Yes, a transfusion. I can test you and the boy to see if you are compatible." He could not leave without first ensuring she might survive without an extraordinary amount of luck. The woman could be saved if they took the time to do it, if they cared enough about their enemy to do it. "The other will not do, he has sepsis."

A needle like growth emerged from his finger, slender and long. With it, he jabbed the young boy that was with them to test his blood for compatibility. Things like blood type were beyond his ability to test quickly and on the fly, but he could sense whether or not the boy would work or if he had any blood-born pathogens that would infect the woman. It was lucky, but the one armed boy was a donor match. "Help me take a pint from him for her if you would Ijaat."

 

[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 couldn't have helped the smirk that spread onto his lips seeing Koda Fett fly hard into the ground below them. The last time they had met, Aryn was not embarrassed to say that the Mandalorian had, by all accounts wiped the floor with Aryn, to do the same, especially in a more literal fashion to the bounty hunter now felt good. However, the amount of time that Aryn had to enjoy his revenge was quickly passed over as he saw Fett raise up onto a knee and flick his arms up. Aryn had not had time to advance on the Mandalorian proper, and as he saw the flames begin to fly from Fett's arm he was pleased for the few extra moments he needed to react.

Bringing up his own hand, he focused on the heat of the flames and the force between himself and those flames. Placing his hand in an open palm, he outstretched it to meet the flames as they hit him, forcing the flames to spread out around him. For the Mandalorian it might have appeared as though they were engulfing his form, hiding his entire body behind the gouts of flame as he continued to spread them out across the area around him, feeling the slowly-growing sensation of burning in his hand as he waited for Fett to halt his burn.

The second he did, and the second the flames failed, he smirked, focusing now on the flamethrower itself as he closed his hand together in a tight fist, intending to permanently deactivate that particular weapon for the rest of their combat.

 

[Lemon]

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Koda Fett​

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

Allies: The Mandalorians​

Adversaries: The Outer Rim Coalition, Galactic Alliance Forces​

Interacting With: [member="Aryn Teth"]​

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To be quite frank, it was strange to be a man held in such high regard for his pure killing power and to then meet a match. All of the yuppies, whether they be Mandalorians, Sith, Hutts or the passing criminal who wished to be looked upon favorable, admired Fett for such a thing. To find your attacks moot, and to be manipulated through this foreign feeling entity that was the force was... irritating. Though that wasn't to say the Bounty Hunter was out of the game just yet, the numerous gadgets and weapons he had were uncountable in the heat of combat. For every one that was destroyed another one would be utilized in a potentially futile attempt to kill this Supreme Commander who was most definitely not that boy anymore.

In truth, the squeeze upon Fett's flamethrower wasn't something he could even fell. It's small dispenser port on the side of his gauntlet did seem to implode however, and it was at that very moment his gloved hand removed itself from that button. There was no telling what damage he could cause to himself by allowing such flames to build up within his own armor. What would come next, his mind became cluttered with all the weapons at his disposal within a fraction of a second before he began to act.

Perhaps it wasn't the brightest of ideas, but a hubris was a hell of a thing. The Mandalorian rapidly placed his right hand into his blaster holster that rested upon his right side, funnily enough, meanwhile his left hand hung by his side for the time-being - his flamethrower out of commission until proper repairs were sought. The two stood within a relatively close proximity, and with the Westar-34 that fired a notoriously high rate of fire, Fett aimed for the hand that held the lightsaber. Firing at the lightsaber itself was pointless, but if a Jedi could be disarmed they could be killed. His stance had barely shifted, simple pacing steps to his left were all that were made, seemingly encircling his foe.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Rear Hangar
Allies: Mandalorians, [member=“Tusk”]
Enemies: [member=“Connory”], [member=“Fabula Caromed”]
Engaging: [member=“Elijah Rekali”]
Objective: Kill the traitor

Vilaz saw the Rekali put away his revolver and then favored for the rifle that he carried on his back. The instrument of war was aimed right at the Munin before slugs were fired from its barrel. Several slugs had missed, but a few were true and made impact on the beskar plates of his armored chest. It wasn’t fatal or lethal, but it was enough to cause some bruising. He then descended down and diverged from his intended path that was Elijah. Hitting the metal flooring, the Concordian used his momentum and rolled with the blade of his sword meeting the surface of floor, sparks flying from the friction and leaving a small scent of burnt in the air.

He heard Elijah greet him with a single word that boiled his blood more. Brother? He called him that? What made him think that he could use such noun after all that he’s done?

The Akaan wouldn’t utter a syllable from his mouth. Elijah didn’t deserve a word from Vilaz, but there was another kind of dialogue that was suited for such scenario.

The kind that made you

bleed.​

​

Leaving the double-bladed vibroblade where it stood and deactivating its power to conserve the power pack, the warlord too withdrew his rifle with triple burst ready. Activating his repulsor pack again the warrior aimed his rifle at the Rekali and fired rounds of slugs right at him, making sure that he wouldn’t overheat the weapon. No mercy or quarter would be shown to Elijah or any of his ilk. In this new age of the Mandalorians, there was no place for those weak values.

​

[member=“Rayf Vigil”] [member=“Janick Beauchamp”]

With the warriors all delivered to the city and unleashing havoc wherever they walked, the fighters and some gunships would concentrate on engaging hostile air personnel. The Dreadnought too would fire upon anything that flew that wasn’t under the flag of Mandalore. Basilisks that were being would attempt to outmaneuver their enemy and fire at them with whatever they got, and continue the pressure or retreat and join the fight at Pau City.

 

[Runi Verin]

Location: Highreach Station
Objective: Make him pay for it.
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire | @Ronan Vizsla
Allies: ORC
Engaging: Right here, right now.

Any flicker of satisfaction she may have felt as her beskad bit home was ephemeral at best. Having fully committed to her counter attack, Runi was in no position to avoid his subsequent rebuttal. The blow already hammering home into the side of her bone marchers before she had time to react or move out of the way. The impact alone forcing her to stumble into the wall of the corridor with a tumultuous clang and a half-bitten oath hoarsing up the vocoder. A lancing, searing pain spider-webbed out from the joint. Not quite broken, he'd been too off balance to achieve that with a glancing blow, but it wasn't exactly feeling wholesome.

"Shabuir!" She hissed between clenched teeth, slamming the hilt of her blade into the wall with a flash of anger and fury that chased the pain to the edges of her consciousness. With a vicious sweep of her Akaa'gi she caught one of the clan soldiers as he tried to step past and into the ranks of the fast dwindling defenders. Catching him with the hook point right in the collar bone. Hauling herself back to two feet while bringing him down from his with a gurgled, truncated moan. His second fared little better, catching a return hammer blow to the side of his head that sent him stumbling into a welcoming volley from the ORC militia as they tried to rally.

Too little, but perhaps not too late.

"<<Rasco! Now or never!>>" She yelled as she took a tentative, pain-ridden step towards Vizsla as he regained his footing. Looking none worse for wear to her eyes. She raised her blade towards him once more, ripping her tomahawk free. "<<Take anyone else still on board to the Boracyk. I'll find my own way off this schutta.>>"

No, she wouldn't. Didn't need the force to know that much was true; she wouldn't be leaving here any time soon. She just had to make sure Ronan wasn't about to either.

Somehow.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Location: Pau City
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Darth Sibilus"]
Enemies: [member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Ayhia Katar"] | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] | [member="Nok-Krah-Nin"]
Gear:

• Neo-Imperator Sith Armor
• Blades of the Arch-King
• Sith Shuk'orok

The strands dissipated as quickly as they were conjured, there was nothing to be gained by railing against the shield that had enveloped the blind brawler. More had stumbled onto the party, more lambs to the slaughter, more lemmings that surged headlong towards the cliff.

Let them come.

Calina had already moved to engage the two newcomers, the Emperor would let his apprentice cut her teeth on those miscreants. She had already made use of a tree, which had miraculously fallen from the sky in land right in the Sith's vicinity, as a projectile to ram into the others. Simultaneously Drios Rapux had leapt into their midst, and he was positioned perfectly between the Dark Lord and the vexing blind man who continued to small-talk his way through the fight.

"Yay ued uep hlap dui reki, I vess uask uep em nsovi.*" The benefits of fighting alongside another Epicanthix was that they could communicate in their native language out in the open, without fear that someone not of their species could listen in.

Carnifex spoke again the blasphemous words of the ancient dead, and tendrils of voracious hunger materialized from the darkness to writhe around the blind warrior and attempt to ensnare him yet again.

*You hit him from the side, I will hold him in place.​

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Utapau's atmosphere
Objective: Patrolling Utapau's skies Engage the bucketheads' air assets and fight her mental demons
Allies: ORC [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] (directly) [member="Aryn Teth"] (indirectly)
Enemies: Mandalorians [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Quoron Viszla"]

"Pull up, terrain!" the TCAS alert advisory blared while Janick was headed dangerously close to the sinkhole wall for the second time.

"Return to base, Alchemist Actual, you can't do much good here" Griet advised.

"I'm hit!" the loli Nanami acknowledged before her craft exploded.

As Janick pulled up, she had trouble actually seeing outside the windshield and, as a result, it was tantamount to fighting under IFR conditions; even without the barf on her windshield, the sheer amount of smoke reduced visibility, and was formed as collateral damage of the dreadnought attacking in an attempt to soften up the anti-aircraft defenses of Pau City, with the remaining ORC craft at low altitudes also being in the enemy flagship's crosshairs. Speaking of which, Nanami was shot down under withering enemy fire. The city now down two quad-lasers and two SAM batteries, and the remaining four of each still firing at bes'uliiks: said smoke began to trickle down to the city's upper levels. Also, she couldn't tell whether her squadron actually did anything to Quoron's squadron just yet. Just that the barf was the indication that something was wrong with her. Ewww... what's wrong with me? There HAS to be something wrong with me, I never vomited in combat before, and, if I survive this, I have to make sure it doesn't happen again. I'm not sure it's going to be any good to return to base, not with the base under attack: either way I'm at risk. On the one hand, the Mandos may as well capture me if I go back to base, on the other hand, I won't be very effective as a dogfighter, not with my windshield covered in barf, she thought, with her stream of thoughts flowing much faster than usual, while she was steadily climbing back. Only to find that the remaining enemy fighter squadrons are now in lower atmosphere. So whatever ailed her, whatever caused her to vomit, was catching her between a rock and a hard place... but the remaining enemy squadrons were made up of the same craft she previously fought.

"Rogue Squadron, do you copy? This is Alchemist Actual, the dreadnought is now headed towards the city, we need backup down to the surface to deal with the fighters and the ship" she told [member="Jax Rhane"] and [member="Rayf Vigil"], hoping that the barf didn't cause problems to the mic and, from there, comm frequencies used to communicate with the Alliance fighters.

Her body still shaking somewhat, she began flying towards another group of enemy fighters above the dust cloud cover, and, having expended only two ion torpedoes thus far, she began attempting to lock on to an enemy fighter from underneath the target, while Wololo was firing his guns at that wingman beside the one craft Janick was targeting, causing that craft's engines to burst into flames. As the enemy pilot was losing control of its engines, that pilot came crashing into another bes'uliik, with such force that both craft were destroyed, reduced to messes of crumpled metal that were falling towards the edges of the city, dangerously close to any Mando beachhead on the upper levels. Meanwhile, Janick, even though she was still affected by tremors, perhaps as a result of being afraid that yet another vision would be flashing through her mind, still managed to laboriously get a lock-on to another fighter at rather short range. She knew she couldn't launch an ion torpedo without a quality lock-on - even with the Purudii being more sluggish than she was, it feels like a slog to her, especially as she attempts to turn around to face more fighters once that is done, and possibly sandwiching the enemy fighters between her squadron and any remaining friendlies. This time around, it didn't even take a vision to distract her: More than ever, it's clear that I'm just not the same girl I used to be on Dagobah anymore. Why is it that my brain overloads so easily now? I used to be able to fly without being liable to get my mind to overload like this, she thought, while mental buzz droids were still eating away at her mind each and every second she was still airborne. Once the ion torpedo hits that enemy fighter, its engines ceased functioning, and with those a whole host of systems, causing it to crash into the sinkhole wall, now filled with dents left by downed craft on the upper levels.

"Good shot, Wololo!"

"Jane, you're putting yourself and all of us in danger: return to base ASAP" Griet yelled at Janick once again.

"We all have a duty to perform: if I'm putting myself in danger, may as well do everything in my power to keep Utapau safe from those bucketheads while putting myself in harm's way - there may not even be an Utapau for us to fight for, and over, if I return to base now!"

Spoiler: Fighters

10 Alakaha-class elite fighters

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Location: Pau City
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] |[member="Calina Ovmar"] |[member="Darth Ophidia"] |[member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: [member="Sanya Val Swift"] |[member="Ayhia Katar"] |[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] |[member="Cotan Sar'andor"] |[member="Nok-Krah-Nin"]

The Sith Lord whipped around, his vetements following him with equal vigour as his eyes located their prey, and they burnt with such malice and contempt that the fires dotted around the city appeared to pale in comparison.

"Umkilrdaak."* the Sith Lord replied to Carnifex, and immediately circled into a better position to stage his assault from. He watched the tendrils snake through the air, writhing from the Dark Lord's fingers and moving to grasp the blind Jedi to allow for Drios to move in and assault him. Volatile bursts of dark energy erupted from his fingertips, writhing through the air with blinding speed and an abhorrent crackle which reverberated across the battle. The electricity flowed from both of his hands, and the dark blue light spitting from the horrid fingers illuminated the Epicanthix's feature's which were plastered with delight as he watched his electrical onslaught travel towards his bound adversary.

"How terribly noble of you," the Lord of Torment cackled, his laugh seeming to envelope the Jedi in a cyclone of darkness, "but did you truly think you could resist the might of the Sith?"

Understood*​

Location: Pau City
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] |[member="Calina Ovmar"] |[member="Darth Ophidia"] |[member="Darth Carnifex"]
Enemies: [member="Sanya Val Swift"] |[member="Ayhia Katar"] |[member="Vorhi Alestrani"] |[member="Cotan Sar'andor"] |[member="Nok-Krah-Nin"]

The Sith Lord whipped around, his vetements following him with equal vigour as his eyes located their prey, and they burnt with such malice and contempt that the fires dotted around the city appeared to pale in comparison.

"Umkilrdaak."* the Sith Lord replied to Carnifex, and immediately circled into a better position to stage his assault from. He watched the tendrils snake through the air, writhing from the Dark Lord's fingers and moving to grasp the blind Jedi to allow for Drios to move in and assault him. Volatile bursts of dark energy erupted from his fingertips, writhing through the air with blinding speed and an abhorrent crackle which reverberated across the battle. The electricity flowed from both of his hands, and the dark blue light spitting from the horrid fingers illuminated the Epicanthix's feature's which were plastered with delight as he watched his electrical onslaught travel towards his bound adversary.

"How terribly noble of you, Jedi," the Lord of Torment cackled, his laugh seeming to envelope the Jedi in a cyclone of darkness, "but did you truly think you could resist the might of the Dark Side?"

Understood*​

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: Pau City
Objective: Begin the second lesson. The teaching of humility has failed, and now begins wisdom.
Gear: Nice hat, a few thermal detonators, a big gourd, some brawling gloves, and a whole lot of snark. Also, the gourd is filled with tea. Not alcohol, believe it or not.

New Friends: [member="Zesiro"] [member="Cotan Sar'andor"] [member="Nok-Krah-Nin"]
New Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Calina Ovmar"] [member="Darth Sibilus"]



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(OOC: fun fact--Palawan is just me putzing around in Finnish through google trasnlate, which is where "Teras Kasi" comes from)


Vorhi smirked. Again with the tendrils. And the talking in foreign tongues? A shame, not one he's studied. Still, it was obvious he was giving orders. Nothing terribly oncealed about that. So, which apprentice was he hiding behind this time?


Ah, the gloating one. Excellent. Sith did so love to gloat. A single prayer escaped his lips in old palawan. "Pyydä kuolleita ohjaamaan nyrkääni, kun repäisin elävät tuhot."*


His call, was not to the force. It was not an appeal to dark or light side. It was an appeal to something that outlasted even the force. Something that lurked within all, and existed eternal. It was an appeal to death, and to the numerous dead which followed him, which plagued his sight. Vorhi had given up drink, but not spirits.


These dark-side worshiping fools had grown tired of the playful master, then now they would have the oracle of the dead. He smiled as hi little trick made manifest, his hat flying towards the tendrils, shattering, thousands of straws, each guided by a soul, with no life to siphon, simply rage and passion--anger at their own deaths, vengeful spirits given a single needle each to focus their rage upon. The tendrils felt the storm of a thousand falling needles for one moment. A flicker of energy. Closer to the dark than the light.


He turned his head towards Darth Sibilus smiling. "Jedi?" He tilted his head to the side, smiling. "Sinulla on paljon opittavaa." As if to punctuate his words, cherry blossoms began flitting about the arena. Also, he could've sworn, the faint aroma of tea was there. The universe seemed a bit more solemn, now. If he could not teach them mirth of life, than he would show them the wisdom of dead men. After all, what more was an archaeologist than one who sought the counsel of the fallen? And what was force sight, but a seance whenever someone strong enough lingered?


His aura seemed to flicker. While there was no darkness in its previous incarnation, it had now grown dark, intense, and vibrant. It was not the rage of the Sith, or the ritualistic passions of the Nightsisters. It was cold. Quiet. Soft. Dead. The mans stance changed. Gone was the drunken slouch and the twirling abandon. Now, here was the solemn stance of the proud Sarlacc. Not known for speed. But known for opportunities, and the strength to take them. He smirked. Advancing slowly towards the younger man. No doubt, the Emeperor would try more of his vaunted sorcery. But, he may have to run lower on lackeys to cower behind before that.





Translations:
* May the dead guide my fist as I tear the living asunder.

** You have much to learn.