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

[Zef Halo]

CRYSTAL CAVES
UTAPAU

Ember stood there watching cautiously the Mandalorian, blade still up, as she spoke. His pain grew, blurriness formed on the edges of his sight. He remained silent, panting. What was the right thing to do? He wondered. Thoughtful of the Jedi way. What did the Force want of him? Trust? He had trusted a darksider just now. Was that right?

His eyes raced around the area for a moment, taking a snapshot of everything the result of the Mandalorian imcursion.

Would this be right?

"Make your men here to halt their fire." He gave up. The Jedi made sure not to mention dropping their weapons. If his basic knowledge of the Mandalorians did not hint him that, the bald woman before him did. The Jedi Knight took painfully the comlink in his torn jacket's out and dialled for medical attention.

:: All nearby ORC assets, requesting immediate medical attention at my location. :: He barely said the sentence. Holding firmly his voice as he spoke.

Two bacta canisters found their way from the inside of his jacket. Selflessly, lowering the blue blade, Ember tossed one to the Mandalorian. "You will need that." While he huried to Mishel who remained down on the ground immobile. He was no medic but any basic technique he knew, he used it with the bacta kit. She was screwed up badly.

Whoever picked his call would try somehow to get here or even send droids. The latter more plausible. Or so he thought.

"We do not need to be enemies, Mandalorian." Ember remarked as he mended Mishel as best as his meager capabilities allowed him to. He wondered if the teenager would survive. There was a lot more to the eccentric teen than it first met the eye.

Regret filled him as he knew he had to conserve his energy by not talking. "We do not need to kill each other."

Naive? Perhaps. Idealistic? Very.

[member="Shia Kryze"]

[member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Joza Perl"] [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Orn Pharr"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"]

 

[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 1
• Thermal Detonators x 1
• Cin'tracinya - the Silver Flame (Beskar'gam) x 1 (damaged)
• 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

"Ni dinu ner gaan naakyc, jorcu ni nu copaani kyr'amur ner vod*."

Shia replies with absolute solemnity as she catches the thrown tank of bacta, pausing for a moment to obey a time honoured repair mechanism and thump her beskar'garm hard to produce a system reboot and power cell restart.

"Strix'alor to Strix, lower your weapons and assist any wounded. Leave the crystals where they are, we've done what we came to do, time to care for family." All that said, she walks slowly over to the ruins of the building she partially toppled, checking through the dead with apparent indifference until she finds one native still living and without hesitation or question starts applying medical attention.

"We're not enemies." She replies completely levelly. "We're two peoples competing for survival in a universe trying to kill each and every one of us. We've been trying to explain that to you for thousands of years, but you insist on looking at our actions as those of a nation, rather than as those of individual or clan seeking to survive. To be enemies requires ideological malice." She sighs slightly, about the some total expression of feeling she's likely to allow herself. "I will admit, I have some... pointed questions to ask about the need for this raid, or why we are ... set upon our current course. But I am hardly the one to challenge Ra the Undying to single combat for Mand'alor, so I obey and do what I can in the meantime." Another pause. "Not all believe as I do - most of the Cuir Rekr will not cease fighting, or listen to your 'Jedi lies', but they were on Mandalore during the Liberation." Okay, no, that last word was the most amount of feeling she will express, a sort of ironic, twisted hate and pain that in one words explains just why someone like her would raid other cultures when told to do so.

The Strix cease the raid, pause for a few moments to assess the situation, then set about tending their surviving wounded and civilian wounded - which mostly come from accidential close combat encounters, or the damage to the mine from the conflict as chunks of roof and crystal rained down. Thankfully, everyone was sensibly in cover at the time.

*I honor my offer of truce, for I would not willingly shed my brother's blood.

[member="Ember Farseer"]

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Near the mouth of the Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Post: #8
Engaging: [member="Aryn Spar"]

As those further into the mine agreed upon a tense truce, no such idea would even come to surface near the mouth of the cave.

The Togorian strode forward, seemingly unfettered by all that had been done to him. Joza had to admire his fortitude in that regard. Not many could take blows like he had and shrug them off, dialing in their focus like he had. Part adrenaline, part experience she supposed. She could only imagine how he’d earned the scarring on his face and chest.

“You too,” Maybe she was a little too cavalier about staring death in the eyes but this wasn’t the first time she’d been urged to face the ultimate dirt nap. Usually it had been at the hands of a Sith or something equally as Dark, but a Mandalorian Warmaster fit the bill too. “You’re not the first to tell me that. Let’s see if you’ll be the last.” Her tone was wry but there was a note of humor in her words.

She twirled the hilt once, blue beam swinging in a circle in front of her to illuminate the features of her helmet. It was an idle gesture, one she used to re-establish her grip in the blade. Beneath the visor, she cringed at the burning sensation that ate at her stump of her shoulder where her right arm had been.

Her stance widened, grounding her as she sought a deeper connection with the Force. The blade twirled, burning blue plasma reflecting off of the few crystals that still lined the walls.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Crystal Caves
Allies: [member="Ijaat Mereel"]
Enemies: War

Once the bag was filled, Orn took the needle and sterlized it with a burning heat from his fingers he created by causing friction in the air between his branch-like appendages. As soon as he had completed the task, the Neti plunged the needle into the woman's arm, finding the vein in her arm until the flow started taking the blood from the bag as well. It was impromptu, but life saving.

"There, hold this up so that it drains into you." He handed the Mandalorian woman the bag and offered her a warm smile and a pat on her head. She snorted, but was otherwise compliant to his requests. The Neti stood and faced Ijaat, he had so much he wanted to say to ease the man's suffering and to save the lives of those that might hunt the old smith. These children had not learned the lesson about fearing old men in a young man's profession, still too proud of themselves to understand why the old dogs that had lost a step and still joined in battle were the most dangerous.

"Come now Ijaat, if you have done all you can it is time to move on." His voice was grim and stern, frowning as he resolved to join into battle once more. "It is our responsibility to stand before the storm so that others may take shelter in our shadow. We will not weather it, we fight it with all that we are for those that cannot." His back creaked and groaned, the weight of the injuries and pain he had taken on leaving him but the exertion from such an act still with his body, soreness and stiffness returning to old joints.

 

[Subject 37]

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

The time for talk was over.

He was not here to hold conversation with the stupid little strawberry person, he was here to kill, to claim these caverns for Mandalore. Ra had told him his plans, and Aryn would see them carried out before his own death. His lips pulled back, his teeth flashed with the glinting light inside the cavern, and then he let out a final roar.

Far slower than usual Aryn closed the gap between the two of them.

Four rushed leaping steps took him within striking distance of Joza.

There was only one emotion in the way he moved, there was only one intent. His claws unfurled fully, his body leaned into the attack. He swiped low and towards the womans torso from the right, his blurred gaze still causing him to more or less guess at where his blow would land.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

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[member="Malika Mantis"]​

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The bev'kal smashed into Mara's jaw; she'd crouched down that way, and didn't have nearly the appropriate leverage. She'd assumed the long weapon would stay long. Nope. She recoiled back and to her right; her lightsaber tore free and deactivated, rolling on the sandstone. She followed its example as best she could. Was she still behind cover, out of the sniper's line of sight? No way to tell, no way to know for sure, not seeing stars with a changeling a couple meters away.

Quick as she could given her injured thigh, she rolled up to a crouch facing the blonde. Mara spat blood and half a tooth. She reached out to the Force, aiming to choke the life from her enemy-

And nothing happened. Feth. She must have crossed the threshold of the huge ysalamir bubble. She dug her boots into the sandstone and charged, low and fast, looking to break past the bubble's invisible limit before the blonde could advance. If she succeeded, her goal was to throw a Force-push and try to chuck the blonde clear off the ledge. The sinkhole was a long way down.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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

Mishel's eyes had closed and her body lay on the beam's surface and as [member="Ember Farseer"] tended to the teenager's wounds. The force acted just as well, it moved through all things both alive and dead. She looked barely eighteen, maybe older, hair matted against her skin mixed with sweat and blood. A girl trained such as she was, could have very well dodged the mortal blade. But she chose to take the blade instead, one might wonder what would cause such thinking. And then one would have to look deeper, deeper into the torn mind of a girl brought to age before her time. Not so long ago, Mishel went by another name - she was Riona Kerrigan-Alcori, daughter of Siobhan Kerrigan and she was a joyful little girl. When she was taken from her youth, the girl was forced into a bacta tank alive.

Her screams went unanswered, and no one came to help.

While she slept, she as fed information by the First Order. By her father, Seiger Ren - to know that only he could help her and that he was her only savior. Her brothers and sisters in his name were truly her siblings, and after she emerged from the tank she believed this to be true. But somehow, she had clung to the memories that even the First Order thought was banished. Mishel recalled her old life, and even when she was electrocuted for each time she remembered this life. She powered through the torture, but over time the web of lies and deceit, in combination with the torture drove Mishel mad.

She had always had impulse issues, always had a problem with controlling her powers.

After all, it wasn't every day that one came across a forceborn.

The force works in mysterious ways, and as Mishel laid there, tended to by the best of the Jedi Knight's abilities.

Something happened.

Hazel-green eyes flew open, and Mishel gasped for breath as if she had just breached the water's edge. Her hand flew to Ember's chest and grabbed onto his clothing, pulling it with her chest. The light has always been there, but it is up to you to decide how brightly you will let it shine.You must unlearn what you have learned and train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose. She coughed but was unable to speak, although her grip was tight on the Jedi the darkness within her was still just as strong, there was something else there too. "Em-" the teenager attempted through the blood that spilled from her lips, "Ember." Her voice could just whisper, she turned her gaze, "show me the light."

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eb2zuegwcwk[/media]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

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Allies: [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Joza Perl"]
Enemies: [member="Preliat Mantis"]

The strike was kind of successful! That was good, but a single maneuver rarely won a fight, especially when one opponent was a fully armored warrior and the other possessed nascent space magic enhancing his physical abilities.

The crush gaunt would be troublesome. Generally against an armored opponent Damian would attempt to grapple with them try to expose and open joints and strike hard into them disabling limbs or, as a last resort, stick his saber in between the plates. He'd never had to do the later and instead just threatened it on a single occasion. His normal strategy wouldn't work now, if he attempted a grapple he'd only manage to offer himself up to the crush gaunt. Their name was well deserved and Damian didn't want to see his arm or leg... well crushed. The simple glove could rend metal and he didn't want to see what it would do with bone.

Damian didn't have much time to think about it as his opponents leg pulled against his from behind. Normally Damian would try to resist with his own leg supplementing its strength or else capturing his opponents leg in his with some forward momentum to take him to the ground. He could do neither now without risking those damned gloves.

No instead he let the leg strike the back of his knee and fell backward. It hurt, very badly, although some pain was mitigated by simply adding some bend to his knee softening the blow and easing the impact. Using the momentum Damian dove backward doing an acrobatic flip worthy of an ataru master... or at least a small Coruscanti gymnast. He landed hard favoring his right leg which throbbed.

And then it happened...

Uhg. The guy was talking to him now, asking if he knew who he was. Of course he didn't. He didn't know every Mandalorian. Did he know who he was? Damian doubted it, and in fact hoped he didn't. Most of what he did required anonymity. "No." Damian replied to that. "Do you know who I am?"

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

There was a split second as Mara reached out and the flicker of realisation dawned on the teenagers face that whatever she had intended wasn't possible. Malika was not about to let her get that advantage back either she launched from cover, shifting as she did, her body elongating arms vanishing.

Spoiler

Muscles tightened as she struck, four inch fangs seeking neck or torso, body to follow and coil tightly about the girl. This one asked for death, her fanatical words against the mandalorians were poison.

And she should have run.

 

[Jak Skirata]

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Mid-Level​

Allies: [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]​

Enemies: [member="Malika Mantis"]​

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He saw the snake burst from behind cover, a massive Mandalorian viper. The Shifter was at it again, which meant Mara was in trouble. As if their size wasn't enough, they were incredibly venomous. He cursed under his breath and called on the Force to take a running leap. He felt the Force leave him as he re-entered the boundaries of the Force bubble because he lost control of his own momentum.

"MARA!!"

It was as loud a shout as he could muster as he flew over the pair. He tossed his blaster carbine, he hoped to the Manda she caught it in time as the massive viper was mid lunge. That was all he could do. He tumbled across the sandstone past Mara's lightsaber and grabbed it mid roll. His thumb ran over the activation switch and with a snap-hiss the silver-blue blade erupted from the weapon. The glow illuminated his dirty face and reflected off his brown eyes.

It was time for round two.

 

[Hylocereus]

Allies: [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: [member="Malika Mantis"]


Hylo was in a panic after he heard Jorus call out that he saw Mara down in the flaming city. He was split for a moment, Jorus was wounded but already had crewmen tending to him. Hylo saw the speeder that Jorus had prepared and looked back with a concerned face. He'd only just bonded with his father in law and now had to leave at the most inopportune time. And yet he had to save Mara. He grabbed a bag and filled it with seeds spotting Mara below. He panicked when he couldn't hear Mara through the force and knew that there was Mandalorian foolery on the ground.

Everything he needed, a few seeds, a blaster, some medical supplies including Kolcta and Bota freshly grown was packed into the sack and thrown onto his back as he got onto the speeder. Blaster in hand, and set to stun since he wasn't really good with blasters and didn't want to risk any friendly fire, he revved the speeders engine and gunned it out of the wretched hive. Okay this wasn't such a good idea. Hylo found himself in the air falling rapidly at the ground. Oh Sacred Feth....

The speeder continued to descend and Hylo pulled out a seed, the only one he'd get to use, and concentrated hard on it. As he fell a tree began to materialize large and strong filled with leaves. His hand reached out and he grabbed a branch firmly continueing to manipulate the tree as he fell with the force pulling out a large lance like limb from the hard Concordian Cedar.

Then he felt the bubble of no force hit. It was an awkward feeling that he'd never experienced before. Almost sickening. He pushed the tree a aside watching it fall in a burst of wood and foliage in the center of the crater away from any innocents. Good. Exactly as planned. Okay so it wasn't' exactly a plan but whatever! Hylo continued his free fall for a little maneuvering the speeder into position.

Hylo hit the deck hard, the repulsorlift of the speeder stopping him a mere meter before his splattering death. The young man felt suddenly sick as he came to the jolting stop but gulped hard to control himself before sending the speeder into full throttle toward Mara and the snake about to strike. All thought of proper forms and proper foot work and arm positioning that Mara had taught him left as he was propelled forward. Instead he simple swung hard above Mara at the creatures striking head in an attempt to beat it off of Mara so that he may give her proper medical attention. As he swung a flower appeared on his head, his species natural pheromone defense flaring to life in suppressed blossoms on his head. Hylo had always said boys shouldn't have flowers in their head, today he didn't care.

 

[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"] | [member="Jackson Singh"] and [member="Tryp West"]​

Music!​

"Why don't you care? Don't, don't you dare!
Rectifier, how's the world supposed to be?
Rectifier, take my hand and rescue me"​

"Heya," Jack called out to their leader, red hair, duster, friendly face for the most part. "Our shuttle got shot outta the sky, any... idea who might'a done that?"

Bryce rode in as a man spoke up. He listened intently as the pose slowed and came to a stop.

"Mando's, a whole mess of them. Seems to be multiple clans, well organized and hell bent on death. We were on our was to help Pau City, the are under attack and reports are the have control of the upper landing pads."

Bryce motion for medical supplies and food to be off loaded and left with the two. As his men went to work Bryce shifted in his saddle a bit, uneasy with the death he knew was just beyond the horizen and also as he was not used to riding his back side hurt a bit.

"My name is Marshall Bantam, I'll sorry I don't have time to help more. I need to get to Pau to help so I need to keep the pleasantries short. Stay under cover, and try to ride this out if you can. If I knew ya better I may ask you to join me but it seems you have been through enough."

His men made quick work of off loading the supplies and were about to head head out.

"Well folks, is their anything else I can do?"

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Pau City
[member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Hylocereus"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Tal Vizsla"]

Teeth. Blaster rifle. Impact. Hylo. Of all times for her fiance to show up, half a second before giant snake had to be the least likely and most opportune.

No matter how many furry sessile lizards were standing in the way, the will of the Force won out.

The will of the Force, however, didn't seem to be doing much about the immediate snake issue. Huge coils smashed into her with an awful lot of momentum. Jaws snapped shut on her arm and ripped free as she found herself buffeted to the side. Somewhere in there she found and pulled the trigger. Then she was skidding along sandstone, tumbling back to face the fight-

The fight, and a trail of blood. Stang but the snake had bit hard. Her right arm was a shaking wreck, and she didn't feel nearly as much pain as she should. That was not a good sign. Not at all.

 

[Leo Vandermolen]

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Location: Still in the Tribune Class Diplomatic Corvette. Yep, the Prisoner Hold.​

Uh... Same People?: [member="Ara Zambrano"] | [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] |​

Enemies: Now those pesky Royal Guards. ​

Leo had been channeling his anger, letting it expand and contract throughout him, honing it into a weapon for when he got out of this karking voidstone prison and could unleash it upon those waiting outside his confines cell. Just as Leo had begun to formulate a plan of escape, he noticed something strange, something so slight that the half dozen or less guards whom had been keeping an eye on Leo with the specific intent not to let him escape, would most likely not have noticed.

And when they did it was too late. A small swarm of what appeared to be minuscule droids shot from the wall and attacked the contingent of guards in the prisoner hold, scampering up and over their armor and bodies as the forced their way towards the back of the neck. One fell, caught unaware by the sudden, unexpected attack, going to ground as he scrambled frantically to clutch whatever was embedding itself in his neck, and as chance had it, he was squirming ever so close to Leo's cell.

Seizing his opportunity, Leo reached his cuffed hands out through the bars of his cell while everyone was distracted, reaching for wherever the keys may be on the guard. The frantic wiggling didn't help, but after jamming his hands forcefully into the pockets of the guards, Leo grasped something firm, and pulled back, revealing a key chip for the electronic lock on his cage. During the chaos, more guards had gone to ground, one seemed frozen stiff, paralyzed by the effects of the droids, Leo quickly unlocked his cage, moving quickly out of the voidstone encased zone until he could feel the force rushing back through his body. Good.

The first thing he did was break the stun-cuffs around his ankles, he pushed out with his anger and felt the magnetic lock click before snapping completely below him, kark this was new, and this chaos was fun. Throughout the whole ordeal, one of the royal guard had managed to rip the Mindshackle droids from his neck before they embedded themselves into his flesh, turning on the others and unleashing torrents through the air in an attempt to destroy the remaining droids. Leo darted forward, he'd never felt lighter since he was a child, clambering across the midnight streets of Coruscant, he arched his shoulders forward and smashed into the armored chest of the distracted guard, probably shattering his own shoulder in the process. But his goal had been achieved and Leo cared not for his injuries at the moment, he would revel in this battle now. The guard doubled over, leaving a space for Leo to slip behind them, and wrap his stun-cuffs around their unprotected throat. They could squirm all they want, draw their weapons and attempt to fight back, but one way or another, either the stun-cuffs would break... or their windpipe would.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sI0TeFf6uD8


Location: Crystal Caves (Outside/Entrance)
Allies: Injured
Enemies: Whoever Is Dumb Enough To Shoot Tree-Dad

As [member="Orn Pharr"] spoke, Ijaat cocked his helmeted head to the side while [member="Ember Farseer"] had his comms go out. Realization dawned on him, senses still rusty, as to what he had felt. There was a change in the air of danger, and the Protector straightened. The rifle came up in a snap-to, cradled carefully as his stance changed to a quasi crouch of readiness. Nodding towards the entrance of the caves, Ijaat racked the slide on the rifle, catching a live round and tucking it behind the webbing of his combat harness where a knife rested. An old habit the ori’ramikad had picked up in his younger years. Eagerness was not present this time. Resignation grating as granite on granite, focus as sharp as a razor against silk, and duty as heavy as a mountaing rolled off him.


“Casualties of both sides, Coalition asset requesting medical aid, unknown number and severity. We’ll go in assuming it’s a hot zone, let me go first. No offense, beskar is sturdier than wood. Especially my crafting for it. We will be their shield if they are worthy, and their sword if they are guilty.”


Pineal commands turned channels to the broadcast for aid, and he spoke to them (@Ember Fareer / [member="Shia Kryze"]) as he stalked forward, danger crackling around him like lightning around a storm cloud.


“Med team inbound, two. Neti and Mandalorian. Do not shoot. We are a neutral asset. Repeat, neutral asset."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Crystal Caves
Allies: [member="Ijaat Mereel"]
Wounded: @Mishel Noran | [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Shia Kryze"]

Orn listened to Ijaat and then was off without a word into the tunnels, his stride a long loping jog with staff never touching the ground falling just behind the Slayer of Worlds. The appearance of age and weakness was just that, an appearance. Though the Neti was far from his prime, his old branches were still strong and not reached by the frost of old age. He could hear fighting between him and where Ijaat was directing the curious pair and thus the Old Jedi stuck to the walls to evade them as best he could.

"Leave the fighters to fight, friend. As you said, we are needed. I think it best we not tell all these people your name and reputation." The urgency and hurry of his tone leaked into his voice, panting a little as he jogged through the caves. "Grasnetr." Stranger in Ijaat's mother tongue. It was the Jedi Master's hope that they would avoid fighting, but he understood pride, certainly pride in oneself even in shame. To some, to many, all they had was themselves and to surrender that, even for a moment, was to be nothing in their mind. Something only few could manage. "By all means," he panted between breaths, the effort of running more than he had expected on such short notice, "If you can manage, lead the way."

To the Jedi however, he was nothing but an instrument of the Force, as all encompassing or as confined as it deemed him necessary to be at any given moment. For now, it had deemed he spend his time not fighting and striking back against the violence the Mandalorians had brought, but as a mender of rifts and wounds between worlds. For now this would be enough, for at least two lives had been changed for the better. Perhaps more if he could help Ijaat and these others.

The Neti rounded the corners, followed closely by the Mandalorian Warrior, and he saw the devastation. Pieces of Crystal, chunks of the cave ceiling, and rubble were strewn throughout the now calmed battle ground. Wounded lay around the large interior chamber, tending to one another. One woman lay, dim and the Neti recognized her at once. The Dark that had shattered his meld to the defenders. Pity filled his eyes as he looked at what terrors and demons had wracked the poor girl. Another man was shot in the stomach, another poor soul he would only be able to stabilize. And finally, the Mandalorians lead by a woman speaking with the man.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Hylocereus"]​

The connection, the feel of flesh beneath her teeth and the taste of blood on her forked tongue was a satisfaction that was short lived. Pain exploded at the back of her throat, hot searing agony and then...

WHAM!​

Something struck her hard across the head. The viper recoiled and shrank, moving backwards as it shifted back to the blond woman, blinking through blood that poured from a wound on her head. A someone on a speeder bike, where the feth had that come from? And that silver blue blade...

She swapped the tomahawk and shrunken bev'kal in her hands, and flung the former at the figure on the bike aiming nowhere in particular, but simply for impact. Thumb found the swicth again, extending the bev'kal and she swung her bloodied gaze to Davin. She opened her mouth and tried to speak. Agony ripped through her throat, and she wretched, spitting a mouthful of blood aside. Eyes slid over to Mara and the blaster in her hand. Fury washed over her, she wasn't done with the girl yet, not at all, but that saber was a far greater threat.

She beckoned Davin forward.

So eager to die

 

[Jak Skirata]

[member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] [member="Hylocereus"]​

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He didn't know what he expected to happen when a shifter got shot in the mouth with a blaster. It was impressive that she was still standing after shifting back to her human state, but now she was just a mess. He dropped his ready stance and set his eyes on the blonde, shock washing over his face as she vomited blood.

Probably not a good sign.

She beckoned him over, he shook his head and deactivated Mara's lightsaber.

"Why are you so eager to die?" He knew she couldn't answer. Keeping his gaze on her he circled around her, making sure to have the lightsaber ready in case she decided to attack. "Give me the Heart of Fire in that lightsaber and I'll let you leave here to seek help from your comrades."

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Location: Pau City, Mid Levels
Allies: [member="Malika Mantis"], [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Enemies: [member="Davin Skirata"], [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"], [member="Hylocereus"], [member="Dax Fyre"]
Engaging: [member="Zesiro"]


Fortunately for the girl, she had enough speed that her hit did as she intended.

Unfortunately for the girl, she had enough speed that her hit did as she intended.

Her momentum carried both of them to the ground despite his significantly greater mass, he slamming onto his back with a loud clang against the duracrete, and her landing atop him. This also happened to put her well within arms reach, and even before they fully settled both his hands lanced out to grasp her lower legs. Assuming that would be successful, she would regret her decision to close the distance almost instantly as he channeled power through his armor and directly into her body in the form of electricity.

A kriff-ton of electricity.

 

[Tusk]

He had to admit, it was strange that the Mand'alor would expel or cure Mando'ade with the Force but then claim the Sith Empire as allies, considering who was leading the empire. He had been at Junction, had seen what the Sith Empire could do. He had heard that back then the man leading the Sith EMpire now had been just an apprentice. Things had truly come full circle, but he trusted his Mand'alor.

He stood confidently and got into a grappling stance.

"It doesn't matter where our Mand'alor is or isn't," he started, "The Mand'alor has earned our trust, words from an angry witch won't make my convictions waver. He is my Warmaster and this is my Krant." He charged, but then something happened again, and suddenly he was floating.

"What in the-" His momentum was low, but it that just meant he floated towards the witch. With a grunt he tried to push off the ceiling towards the floor.

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