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"] [member="Bryce Bantam"], Trash Pandas
Enemies: Bucket Heads apparently!

She let him help her. To be fair, there wasn't much of a choice. If they were both getting off the ship asap, then that was all there was to it. And Tryp wasn't the sort to let pride or stubbornness keep her from getting done what had to get done.

"Wasn't what I was hopin' fer either," she said with a wane chuckle.

The entire ship rested at an angle, smoke pouring out of the damaged engine. It filled the sky overhead like a beacon, she realized as they paused at the breach in the hull. She peered up into the sky and frowned. They were lucky, she realized. Whoever had shot them down probably hadn't been gunning for them specifically.

However, just because that made them lucky didn't change the fact that meant the situation was very, very bad indeed.

Tryp didn't jump. She didn't trust her legs to hold her. Instead she sat down at the edge and shimmied over it, which got her halfway to the ground, hanging there, enough for Jack to get a hold on her and lower her the rest of the way.

Even if who ever was firing indiscriminately up above (she could hear it, the sound of ship's fire somewhere above the cloud cover) wasn't looking for them specifically, it was time to get away from the ship. She paused for a moment, just one. Tugging off a glove, she laid her hand on an undamaged slice of hull. For a heartbeat she leaned in, letting her forehead rest again it.

She didn't need psychometry to remember all of the good memories she'd had aboard that ship.

"Ya did good, gurl. I'll be back if'n I kin."

With a sad smile she pushed off again, accepting Jack's hand as they started to pick their way across the plains. There was a good chance that was goodbye. But it was the best goodbye she could have given it in the moment.

 

[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

Shia bounced from beam to pipe, moving up through the structure rapidly, if she could just get there before the two likely Jetiise following her...

... no such luck. Two targets and a third running back inside the control building. Multiple high energy sources, at least one in the blaster range and at least two lightsabers. Okay. So she had the range advantage, if she wanted to kill everyone.

Which Shia didn't, not over some crystals. A hunt was best conducted with the minium expenditure of effort, blood and goodwill - or so Kryze taught, because you never knew when your enemy might be your ally, and survival was all the counted in the end. That was why the Mandalorian culture existed - because no one would come for you when the Sith, or the Jedi, or the Mandalorians came for you in the dark, in the end, everyone had to fight and die.

She wanted very, very badly to test herself against the Jedi - if she'd had... her other weapon, she'd have been up there and in their faces, demanding a duel, and she knew it. But all across the planet, people were dying for these crystals, which meant she had to exhaust every option.

So she came to a stop on a beam level with the edge of the platform, one arm extended and the bulk of a Nadir E-Series handcanon extended in it, her hidden hand holding an anti-force grenade out of sight behind her edge-on body.

"Look Jetiise," She called over the open space, her voice amplified to echo around the chamber and break through the noise of battle - of death, of panic, of fear and of glory. "we only came for the crystals. Shut off the deflector shield let us take them and no one else needs to get hurt or die. More forces are already on their way here - your friends at the entrance can't stop what's going to happen now."

Aunt Vivi's First Rule of Conflict with a Jedi: Where possible, appeal to their better nature. Quite the woman, old Aunt Vivi, died aged 120 with multiple grandkids.

And this time, just this once, Shia had remembered one of Vivi's lessons before leaping in feet first. She could practically see the old woman smiling.

Aunt Vivi's First Rule of Conflict, period: Anything is a weapon, including goodwill and lies. Use both. Because a Jedi Master certainly could turn this whole thing on it's head. Never mind several.

[member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Kervo Namadi"]

 

[Mishel Kryze]

[member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Orn Pharr"]

Mishel heard the Mandalorian loud and clear but she also knew better than to take anyone on their word. Another harsh lesson of the Ren, lies and deception were the key to success, and the Mandalorians as far as she understood it weren't here to be kind and helpful. They were here to pillage and to take whatever it was they wanted, they were no better than the average raider at this point. Anger burned within the dark sider and it swelled with great ferocity, a feral growl could be heard as her lips curled into a snarl. Sulphuric eyes glowed with a renewed vengeance and if there had been a lightness inside her it had quickly been reduced to ashes. "Schutta," she said just loud enough for [member="Shia Kryze"] to hear, "the lot of you, you give me no reason to trust you." A rash thought or two might've scrambled through her mind. "There's no reason to trust you, you came in here with every intent to kill and to take, and you've come this far, haven't you?"

Might as well finish the job.

The teenager took the fear that she once felt empathy for, she took the rage inside of her and let it simmer - marinate within. Now she looked to capitalize on the earlier dark aura that [member="Ember Farseer"] first felt. It was do or die time, Mishel figured this was gonna go one of two ways - a brand new hole in her abdomen or a sweet tackle down to the bottom of the mines, and then the third option. They'd both miss and she'd have to rely on her force abilities, again. Feth it. Mishel threw her lightsaber with the intent of cutting the beam. At the very least she had hoped this would force the Mandalorian to dance. And as soon as her lightsaber left her grip she made the force leap. Shoulder low so that if she did hit, she'd hit with the full force of her weight and once more the goal was to topple the Mandalorian.

Her heart raced, adrenaline surged through her body and those sulphuric colored eyes locked their gaze with the helmet of the Mandalorian.

 

[Zef Halo]

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KYBER CRYSTAL CAVES
UTAPAU

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Ember locked vision with the T-shaped visor of the Mandalorian as she landed on a beam protruding from the depths. The hand on her gun forced Ember's grip to tighten around the lightsaber hilt which still stood inactive. He felt adrenaline rise up but subdued it with a wash from the Force. A Jedi had to be collected. At one with his inner self. He did not want to fight the Mandalorian if he had to, but he would stand as a bastion of protection to the innocent. Much like the Neti Jedi Master [member="Orn Pharr"] whose aura still supported the two with additional focus and awareness.

An offer was made by the Mandalorian but before the Jedi Knight could open his mouth, Mishel latched onto the dialogue venomously.

He looked at her and tried to diffuse the situation, alas to no avail. It happened so fast. The dark side's grasp suddenly immersed the teenager, horror screaming through his Force senses and before he knew it, Mishel was on the offensive.

"Mishel, no!" His words remained unheard.

There was logic in her 'counter-offer', perhaps she saw through a well plotted deception. Something he not rarely was unable to. Nonetheless, his disapproval of her action was shoved backwards as his attention to her well being took over.

Blue blade lit up in his hands and Ember took a well practiced Soresu form. Meanwhile, he focused on the ethereal ready to intercept the Mandalorian's reaction. The Neti's use of Force Valor amplifying his situational awareness to an extent he naturally could not. The Jedi Master's healing and soothing aura kept him sharp. Despite that, the pain of the pellet earlier began irritatingly pulsating stronger with every minute gone.


[member="Shia Kryze"]

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[member="Mishel Noren"]

 

[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

Shia's Maxims of a Maximally Effective Mandalorian #31. Only Cheaters Prosper.

Okay, so she'd stolen that line from a book she'd read somewhere. But it beat an Aunt Vivi quote, okay?

Dar'jetii not jetii, chit. The burst of rage and the rush was exactly what she hadn't expected. That turned the tactical situation on its head.

The magnificent thing about wrist-weaponry, is that your gauntlets are pointed pretty much where your gun-hand is aimed. A tiny shift of the wrist and Shia let a rocket dart fly at the female figure moving straight towards her, triggering her own ascent thrusters as she did so.

Aunt Vivi's Lesson #23. When engaging two targets, eliminate one or be eliminated.

She dropped the anti-force grenade on minimum timer - she didn't care if she breathed the stuff - hoping that either her opponent would take a rocket dart clean on, and be out of action, swat it aside and then get a face full of very unpleasant gas, or both, which would be ideal.

Her leap carried her high and far, not fast enough to evade the saber spinning towards her, which caught her in the foot or ankle in an impressive display of sparks, her armour might have been built when the anti-Jedi tactic was 'layer the beskar on thick' but something failed, buckled or periced and the lancing pain there announced an injury she could do without - her leap would have left her a sitting duck had there been anyone with a blaster, and much to her irritation but not surprise there was in the form of several of the natives who opened fire, the majority of their shots going wide before a pair of Strix supressed them with fire of their own. But one caught her midrift and stung, probably not a penetration, but a burn-injury from heat transfer.

She hung in the air for long moments, aiming to land on the platform with [member="Ember Farseer"].

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Gear:

Spoiler

Lightsabers
Robes

Sanya’s eyes flared up as if something had ignited within her as Ayhia forced herself from the woman's arms. “It was never my intention to leave, It was my intention however to get to my damn ship where you’d be safer!” She said loudly and with a strong serious authoritative tone. Sanya watched Ayhia pull a com out, and it have her a moment to think of what to say. “We don't have to be in the ground to still help protect. The end of the day, I want to protect you above all others. If that means you want to fight then that means I won't leave you. No one is more important than you in my eyes.” Her voice sounded more calm as the idea of having to be ground side sunk in, she wanted to get Ayhia safe, but she was far to stubborn. Then again so was Sanya when the time arose.

Another pod landed somewhere close making a large crack in the rocky dealing above. The noise was defending, once more her hands cupped her ears as Ayhia said something. Not only that but it was enough to also send sanya off balance. “FETH!” She said as her ear rung for a moment. The feline woman stood back up as the ringing quickly passed. With a few steps closer to Ayhia so taking a shot at an enemy sanya looked at her with concern. “At least stay safe okay… I don't get why you refuse to let me protect you...” Sanya said it in a way that is sounded like a question, although it wasn't one. No matter what she's be ready to stand on front of a hail of bolts to protect Ayhia. “Because I don't know if you can feel it or not but there are more than soldiers here. Last thing I want is you to get hurt.”

Sanya would reach out with the force pulling a long support beam that had fell to the floor below. She guided it to the ledge making some decent cover for Ayhia. “I'll stay close…” Sanya leaned in, her hand reaching to the back of Ayhia’s head as her lips pressed against the woman's for a quick kiss. Before moving completely away sanya took off the robed part of her outfit and putting it around Ayhia. “Should keep you protected from blasters and sabers. I'll be back soon.”

The woman reared up to the ledge taking both sabers to hand as she fell backwards and landed a short few seconds after. A quick leap over the crowds once more she was on her way again making sure to stay in her lovers sights. Her movements was swift as she charged. With a small leap her body would spin quickly as sabers ignited pink and the other purple. The first strike landed against the helm as the second to the neck carving though. The man or woman didn't notice Sanya till the last second by then it was to late. Although she remained In motion. Soon reaching a clear platform that had recently seen battle.

Spoiler

[member="Ayhia Katar"]
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Zef Halo]

KYBER CRYSTAL CAVE
UTAPAU

Everything happened quite fast. Perhaps if it wasnt the Neti's boost, the Jedi would not be able to react as fast. He caught momentarily the appearance of a falling orb sembling a grenade forced him to act. A bolt of energy materialized immediatelly between him and the orb. Mechu macture - Ember's talent, his bread and butter. Electronics went haywire turning the grenade into simply a container before its effect could come.

For a moment, he wondered if the Mandalorian wanted to blow the whole place down with the grenade. He had only heard stories about their durable armor - the Jedi concluded she held belief in her armor to survive an explosive impact.

His attention wanted to be torn between the dark side falling rapidly Mishel and the hostile warrior.

Snap out of it, Mishel. He tried sending her a message mentally.

The Mandalorians approach to his area took his self-preserving instincts' attention and Ember made hasty steps back gaining some distance from the Mandalorian but also trying to pin the warrior in a position where she would have to turn her back on either of the two.

That's if Mishel was still alive.

Ember, a trained practioneer of Soresu, remained in place focused at the Mandalorian's next action while ready to counter only when an opportunity presented itself.


[member="Shia Kryze"]


[member="Mishel Noren"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Near the mouth of the Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Post: #6
Engaging: [member="Aryn Spar"]
In the Area: [member="Damian Starchaser"]| | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | ORC

Something in Joza instinctually understood the rage written across her opponent’s face. Her comprehension was quick, without deep thought as her mind worked rapidly to make sense of what her thought process could not. She was not plagued with an internal monologue of why is this happening. Instead her instincts screamed one thing.

Predator.​

[member="Mishel Noren"] ’s voice crackled in her ear, garbled from the damage to her comm and the wonky transmissions inside the cave under assault. Much of it was lost on the Zeltron while her mind rushed to keep up with all of the information her senses we feeing her, until she heard her niece’s parting phrase.

"…it was me who stole your last sweet roll, sorry."​

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Though Aryn would not see her, Joza’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates behind her visor. A visceral rage flooded through her like the blood pounding in her veins, a surge of palpable anger that could be felt in the Force. All this time…

“YOU ATE MY LAST SWEET ROLL, YOU LITTLE queen?!” She bellowed in Aryn’s face, voice amplified by the echo of their surroundings. Hanging by her arm, her feet swung upwards and planted themselves against Aryn’s shoulders before pushing off and away from him violently with the renewed strength of an auntie wronged. Given that there was absolutely no context to anyone else in her immediate area, it wouldn’t be surprising for anyone to conclude that she was an escaped madwoman, screaming about sweets. Maybe she was hallucinating the giant cat, too.

At some point during the week, Joza’s last sweet roll had gone missing and there would be no more until they got off world. After a lengthy detective case mostly born out of sheer boredom, she’d pinned in on poor [member="Ember Farseer"]. Looks like she had an apology to make. Hopefully the young man was not too traumatized.

Forgetting that there was a ceiling, Joza’s body struck against the top wall of the cave before dropping like a sack of potatoes several meters away. She scrambled to right herself, difficult to do with only one functioning arm. She stood, crouching as the damaged prosthetic sparked and made some very unsettling noises but that was in the back of her mind. With her good hand, she tossed what she thought was a stun pearl at her opponent’s face—but it really turned out to be a glitter bomb. The two looked way too similar, a design flaw for sure.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

Now.

Mishel's impulse to attack were soothed, one by the Neti and second by [member="Ember Farseer"].

A grenade, an orb whatever it was sailed past Mishel and yes, she tracked it, and immediately thought kark me sideways. Next, her ears heard the wrist-launcher, and then she saw it and did her best to adjust herself in mid-air. Which, let's just say was a lot easier said than done. Her cybernetic hand caught the rocket dart, but before she could AH-HA! Her victory, the dart went boomand then Mishel fell, fast and hard. And thusly, she fell to the beam - which was good, but bad because she met the beam with a resounding: THUD

"Ow..."

The teenage Renaway landed on the beam, yes, she landed with beauty, she landed with grace - the girl landed right on her face. Oh, oh that's gonna leave a mark, or two... son of a hutt... Slowly, Mishel rolled so that her back was on the beam's surface and held herself for a second, or five. She blinked for a few moments and looked at her arm, "you know, I've been meaning to get this replaced." The cybernetic hand was gone and all that was left were jutted wires and servos that sat there sparking before their untimely deaths. Using the one good one hand left she summoned her lightsaber back to her hand.

She rolled to her knees afterward, and slowly - carefully got up to her feet. "You know, I'd ask you if you'd need a hand Ember but I'm uh, I'm fresh out." Mishel joked as she tucked the lightsaber back into its holster. Sulphuric eyes began to fade, and her natural hazel-green began to resurface and then she put her good hand to her face. "Aw, c'mon," she whined, "not the face, not the face - it's my best feature." Mishel felt something wet on her face and as she pulled her hand back, blood. The teenager rubbed the crimson colored liquid between her fingers. The girl looked over at the Mandalorian, "I uh, I have a legitimate question here, how uh, how good do you think that armor would look on uh - oh, say the floor?" She gave a cheeky wink, while she caught her breath and assessed any further damage to her face. "Only if you're a lady, but I can't really tell? What with the." Mishel gestured to the visor, "I mean do you ... how do you go to the bathroom?"

"Actually, can you... can you hold that thought for one second." Mishel put her good hand up and then fished the comms from whatever little pocket she stored it in, "... this is probably auntie Jo." So she decided to put her auntie Jo on speaker as it were.

“YOU ATE MY LAST SWEET ROLL, YOU LITTLE queen?!"

Mishel for some reason started laughing, "I... I'm sorry, I'm so." She laughed again, "I'm so sor- wait, hey, can you - can you ask the Mandalorians if they go to the bathroom in their armor?"





[member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Joza Perl"]

 

[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

A hand for... some of a foot, not a bad trade. Shia triggered the bacta in her armour, giving an invisible shiver as it ran through her system and began to knit the more minor burn injury back together. She took a single long step to left, keeping the triangle between her and her foes nice and narrow, but also testing her ankle. It held, but she wasn't going to be dancing on it any time soon.

She considered the Jedi opposite her, the poise of his form and gave him a cordial nod. He was good, but from what she'd learned so far she didn't think much of the defensive forms as a default.

Her finger tightened on the trigger of the handcannon even as her hand swept down to draw her heavy blaster, no such thing as...

... she paused at the laughter coming from the injured... whatever she was, her helmet tilting fractionally to one side.

"No." She answered calmly, not feeling terribly amused - she could just about hear Aryn's roar in the background. This was anything but funny. "Now, lets try this dance again, Master Jedi, ma'am. We can all sit around and queen about who stole who's sweetroll, and I'll tell hilarious stories about beskar'gam recycling limits... once we're done shooting. So I'll ask for a second time, nicely. Give us the crystals, let me order the recall and it will limit the damage. Don't... and well..." She shrugs. "I'm not threatening, just telling you the facts."

Two opponents, one Mando'ade. Every lesson told her to take the weakened opponent, as she spoke, she paced just slightly to position herself for an attack against [member="Mishel Noren"] if negotations went south again.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Location: Caves
Enemies: [member="Liset Vereen"]
Allies: @ORC [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Orn Pharr"]

She needed to move, but she needed the hand. Thankfully her cousin wasn’t her father. Grinning up at Damian as she all but begged for help, the dark haired Starchaser nodded. Now that the fight was moving more, she could react. With Damian stepping forward, it was her turn. She made a bee line, half running, and half launching herself over and around obstacles until she cleared the cave. She could be more useful out here, preventing more from coming in.

And looking up, turning her head, that’s when she heard the other voice. A challenge? She could prevent one person from moving into the cave. She reached out to the Force, but… what was it with Mandos and their damned Force eating lizards.

“Lets get on with it then.” She said, her lightsaber igniting and her HUD in her helmet preparing her for a close quarters duel. Without skipping a beat the Starchaser ran at the Mando, swinging her saber to come down on the mando’s left shoulder.

 

[Subject 37]

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

The womans words were lost to the rage he felt. There was nothing else but the kill, nothing but the scent of blood already within his nose. He didn’t care about her screams, he didn’t care about her rage. There was only what he wanted, there was only the next kill. He roared as she bounded away from him, his claws furling out as they ached for blood.

As she kicked him Aryn took a step back, the heavy weight of his armor and upper body causing him to teeter slightly.

There was a pause as she fell to the ground, landing on the ground of the cavern with a soft thump.

His gaze whirled, good eye following the woman to where she rose. Within the darkness of the cavern it was still somewhat difficult to see her even with his enhanced vision, but his ears perking and turning towards the sounds of her movements helped him find him. Half of her was still a blur, the blow to his head still causing lingering damage. He growled, taking a step forward towards the woman.

Then suddenly he saw the blur of motion.

He blinked, and then suddenly something exploded in front of him.

Sparkling particles of dust and glitter covered him, flying into his face and clinging to his fur. A roar of confusion and anger escaped him, drawing in some of the glitter and causing him to let out a massive sneeze. His head half spun as he bent low, sneezing twice more before catching his breath and letting out another growl of anger. His fingers dug into a small stone spire besides him, beskar tearing through rock as the stone crumbled in his grip.

Aryn tore a boulder sized chunk from the spire, growling as he threw human sized rock towards Joza, another sneeze escaping him half a second later.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Pau City Mid Levels
Allies: Mando’ade Team Beskad [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Malika Mantis"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Beskadala Ordo"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Quoron"] Vizsla | [member="Kal Ordo"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"] | [member="Daras Fett"]
Enemies: ORC [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Davin Skirata"]

Talk Vizsla took the shot for Yasha and the girl chuckled. This was going to be epic fun. Slapping her MF44 to her back mag, Yasha pulled out one of her twin heavy blaster pistols. “You’re on, burc’ya (buddy)!”

Wheeling out of cover, Yasha forward rolled diagonally to the side of [member="Davin Skirata"]. She levelled her MT-14 blaster pistol in time for [member="Malika Mantis"] to lunge for his arms. Auntie Bear was halfway through what would either be the best de-arming of a weapon in Mandalorian history, or an intensely bad idea. Either way, Yasha aimed for Davin’s hip, and fired. The recoil jutted into her shoulder. She felt the ping, her muscles clenching, saw the blaster bolt rocket out toward the man’s centre mass, down to the left.

The constant chatter of her fellows hit Katlaydr’s ears as she and her Aunt and Tal took on the one man. There was an ORC force meeting with the trajectory of the droid factory Yasha sent a squad to go raid…

Wheeling around at the proximity alerts, Yasha saw [member="Dax Fyre"] moving toward it. She bolted. The girl didn’t stop to think. She fired straight and true for Fyre’s shoulder, hoping to pre-empt any attack on her troop.

“[member="Daras Fett"], report! You need a hand!?” Yasha asked the squad man she could see.

(OOC: Sorry it took so long, guys! I got work swamped.)

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

Mandalorian Dreadnought
Utapau Orbit
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire - attn. [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Allies: Outer Rim Coalition, [member="Fabula Caromed"], [member="Elijah Rekali"]

Connory's armor had taken relatively little damage, at least at the cosmetic level. Left bracer gun was dead, so were a lot of his helmet systems, but thirty seconds in a closet with a sonic servodriver changed his programmable paint from green to blood red. At that point he was just one more Mando moving with purpose.

Killing a Rekr-class Dreadnought was a lot like fighting a gelatinous cube. MandalMotors had decentralized the design for maximum survivability. It had no real nerve centers, no crippling vital points, no obvious flaws. Each segment of the ship had its own compartmentalized subsystems, the better to keep working even when the room next door evaporated. He'd examined the design en route. He'd come away impressed and almost entirely baffled.

Almost.

Two Mandalorians manned this particular section's life support station. Connory dropped them both with his remaining bracer gun and got to work. A Rekr had a fantastic firewall system, but he wasn't after the main control computers. He jammed the doors and dug into the wire-splicing guts of the life support equipment.

“Here goes nothing,” he murmured, and sparks flew.

Throughout that section of the ship - between aft and midships, far back but probably not including the aft hangar - gravity reversed direction. Connory held on to a maintenance panel for dear life, spun around, and took the impact on his cybernetic legs.

A groan shuddered through the ceiling beneath his feet. The ship's artificial gravity fields began to work against each other - along with tens of thousands of tons of durasteel. Rivets popped like blackheads at points where gravity shear was at its worst.

Connory sat down on the ceiling to rest.

 

[Wolf Trammer]

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Location: Pau City Landing Pad​

Objective: Literally not getting killed...​

Friend/Enemies?: ​

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Raveem was confused at best... panicking at worst. He had literally been thrown into what had become a complete mess. This wasn't part of the plan. Actually, that reminded him that there was no plan... at least not yet. As the animal ran alongside Bryce and the other steeds, the Bothan held on to the reins for dear life. He would never again take up a job without asking questions first. Though that would defeat the purpose of his profession. It was too late for regrets now. He was already here... with a gun... and ring that he didn't even recognize. By now he had realized he had been pulled into some kind of conflict between Bryce's group and the First Order. Closing his eyes he began to repeat the same phrase over and over again.

"This better be worth it... this better be worth it... this better be worth it!"

Interrupting his largely humorous thoughts, a strange feeling suddenly overcame him. It was similar to previous times. The Bothan couldn't explain it. A feeling of dread and evil had overwhelmed his senses. To those looking from the outside, Raveem may have appeared to be in a catatonic state. Staring out into the distance as he tried to make heads or tails of what he was feeling. Finally, the Bothan looked behind him. For just a moment, he had made eye contact with the Knights of Ren behind them. And... for that single moment, those feelings of dread and apparent evil had become stronger. Immediately he returned his visage to the front. At this point, he was compensating for his shaking by gripping the reins harder. If he was confused before... now he was terrified. For some reason, all of this unexpected events had drawn some kind of feeling of great fear... he couldn't point it out. Could not find a source.

However, to those attuned to the Force, he was like a sun in the middle of the black of Space. It felt almost like an "explosion" in the Force. A disturbance so obvious that even inexperienced apprentices could sense.

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

Location: Pau City, Upper levels-ish
Allies: [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Nok-Krah-Nin"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Calina Ovmar"] @Darth Sillylisp (okay, fine, [member="Darth Sibilus"])
Objective: Dispensing with the pleasan-trees, potentially planning a re-tree-t.

When he first saw the supplies dropped from the air, Cotan had given them a quick push, deeper into the city past the sinkholes; they were, unfortunately, useless to him in his current spot, but the members of the ORC and the civillians nearby could still benefit from them. As he was doing so, however, he noticed something else falling from the sky: a tree. Unfortunately, it landed just as he managed to get the focus on it to throw it out into the sinkhole; as he was just starting to lift it up, he found it instead thrown towards him. With a startled yelp he used the Force to just lift the tree high enough over his head not to hit him, letting the momentem from Calina's throw and some slight redirection from him send it flying off over the edge of the city.

He brought his lightsaber back up into a ready stance, eyeing Calina warily. Nearby, he could feel something distinctly unsettling between the two Sith Lords and Vorhi as the blind man decided to host an impromptu seance, though the majority of his focus was currently on being ready to defend against any more of Calina's attacks...even while he hoped that Nok nearby might try and help him out. Not that he felt the odds were very good in a fight between two Sith Lords, a third Sith of indeterminable training level, and then a blind monk, a Jedi knight, and a mercenary raptor. "So, how's your day going?" he asked the female Sith in front of him, fully congnizant of the fact that the active lightsaber in his hand dispelled any notion of actual cordiality in his speech. "I don't suppose I can convince you to just leave, can I?"

 

[Jak Skirata]

Enemies: [member="Malika Mantis"]; [member="Tal Vizsla"]; [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Allies: ORC

All of their attacks in one basket. Bear wasn't going for vital organs, was it being controlled? No, not possible they got rid of their Force users. The slugs barely slowed it down and being shot at wasn't exactly the best time to be wondering why the bear wasn't going for his jugular. He rolled to his right and pulled a pipe-shaped thing from the small of his back. Its faint red glow gave away what it was but...No blade erupted.

His thumb pressed a switch and the beskar tube extended. The bev'kal-lightsaber hybrid swung out to smack the bear in its snout with its barbed end. His eyes followed the other two Mandalorians. One coming at him, the other distracted by someone else. A poor mistake, probably just completed their verd'gotten.

"One at a time adiik." He said it to himself more than anyone near him and let of a shot from the blaster carbine in his other hand.

 

[Tusk]

He chuckled, or at least it could have been a chuckle. It was more of a low gurgling grunt. He felt the warrior pushing back against him. Mando'ade had stopped firing at her now, instead allowing the brute force duo bang it out in the hangar. He was starting to feel a rush. He couldn't tell honestly if it was the Force or pure adrenaline, but he felt stronger, sharper, and most of all excited. But he couldn't forget what he was trying to do. If this woman got past him she could rip the ship in to from the inside.

He couldn't let that happen.

"Heh...You're a pretty strong woman." He slid a few more inches, "But you fight for nothing but yourself. And so you will lose." His grip shifted to her biceps and with a grunt he pulled her arms from his chest and tossed her into the air. He grimaced behind his helmet at what he was about to do, but he gripped the chest plate of one of the fallen Mando'ade she had killed with her hammer. His chest had been caved in. Probably died slowly.

"May you find peace in he Manda vod." And with that short prayer he launched the beskar clad body into the air at a velocity intended to harm the flying superwoman.

Location: Rekr-Class Dreadnought
Allies: The Mando'ade
Enemies: [member="Fabula Caromed"]

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Location: Flying through an artificial atmosphere
Objective: u wot m8
Enemies: [member="Tusk"]

Fabula could feel the gravity of the ship shifting. In fact, it was the last thing she could feel before being thrown through the air by a frog who'd had his flies replaced with industrial-grade steroids. As she sailed, though, she had only one thought. She'd been having a pretty good time with this fight, enjoying the chance to stretch herself out. To really bring life back into those atrophied supernatural muscles she hadn't had any reason to touch for forever. She'd had fun thrashing faithless, rabid dogs who needed a quick euthanization. She'd had singular fun with the knowledge that when she was done playing with her food here, she had a four-course buffet of destruction further in the ship waiting for her.

Then this soulless flesh blob in a tin can feeding its own murder addiction by justifying it through following a different murder-addicted flesh blob's orders dared - DARED - to call her the one without a purpose. It DARED to assume the simplest possible answer for its problems. As Fabula's body hit the ceiling, which was now the floor, she rolled to her feet and growled. Not in pain, but in a sort of negative that she hadn't been since she fractured Lyn's arm in three places. Hell was nothing compared to the hatred that spilled from her every breath and dripped malice onto the floor ceiling.

"Nothing?" she spat out as she struggled to her feet. Her limp told her that yes, he'd probably popped her Achilles scar. Damn that Shule Windspeaker. The pain only gave her more drive. "My name is Fabula Caromed. I fight for my husband and my daughter, because simply going home while you feral dogs are in charge puts them in danger." She took a few thunking steps forward, on the floor. Blocking out pain wasn't her specialty - she tended to relish it instead - but she'd be doing no running with this leg. Her body had limits. She needed to break them.

Her stride kicked up into a jog as her tone rose to a shout. "My name is Fabula Cavataio!" A sprint. Every step was simultaneously weak from the pain and broken muscle, and incredibly vicious from sheer, unfathomable fury. "I fight for the blood of every of my sisters you rabid frakking kath hounds butchered on Dathomir!" When she was close enough to the huge beast, Fabula launched herself from the ground with her right foot, uncompromised by Shule's old injury. She brought up her left knee with a force not unlike many anti-armor slugthrowers, aiming for center mass. "AND I WILL NOT STOP UNTIL I'VE SEEN BLOOD FOR EVERY DROP THEY SHED!!"

Fabula's presence was a black void of unspeakable hatred. Falling Jedi rarely created such friction in the Force.

 

[Zef Halo]

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KYBER CRYSTAL CAVES
UTAPAU

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Ember squinted at the sight of the explosion tearing Mishel's cybernetic limb off. She did not seem as affected by that fact as much as him. The teenager seemed in a jolly good mood for humor and her remarks were met with the Jedi pursing his lips. At the question of how Mandalorians went to the bathroom, he felt the urge to laugh behind his pursed lips. When Joza Perl's voice erupted through the comms, Ember realized that Mishel was the fault of the earlier dissing session he received from the Zeltron Jedi.

He would've given Mishel a glare for his earlier troubles but the seriousness of the situation reevaluated his priorities.

The Jedi Knight kept the saber in his hand moving, a typical trait of the defensive Soresu form. Ember focused on the Mandalorian, her tone seemed far from amused. He didn't expect Mishel's mockery to provide some humor to the ironclad warrior.

Conflict arose within him at the proposition of the offer. Kyber crystals were not as valuable as the lives of the miners. He gave it another few moments of thought.

"You have already crossed a red line with your invasion on a peaceful world, Mandalorian." The Knight spoke cautiously. "You would have to excuse me but it is hard to believe the word of an aggressor who has come so far only to pillage."

"Nothing guarantees your word, nor does it guarantee the retreat of your other brethren." He paused before adding. "Surrender. There is no need for more needless bloodshed."

Ember very well doubted that his calls for peace would be accepted. He only prepared for the inevitable with short steps to the side aiming to put him in a direct position facing Mishel and attempting to put the Mandalorian in a way where her back would always be turned to one of the two.

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