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

[Vilaz Munin]

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For: [member="Connory"], [member="Fabula Caromed"], [member="Tusk"]
Location: Dreadnought

The squad sent to engage Connory at the life support room found themselves trapped by the ingenuity of the rogue. Few found themselves dead, others unconscious, and some awaken yet unable to move. Command at the bridge had notice the two squads not checking in after role call. It was a wonder how these three boarders were able to pass by all security measures on the Dreadnought. Frustrating it was, but they wouldn't give up.

"Are we able to bring gravity to normal," asked an officer on the bridge.

"Not yet, sir. We're almost there though," a Mandalorian responded to the officer's question.

Something had to be done.

"Send a squad to the hangar and make sure that Orar'uliik is being dealt with. Prime charges in the interior in case these wannabe Mandos try to escape. Have several patrols near the escape pods. Send three squads, near him, to intercept him and the rest on standby with defenses ready. We'll reinforce those engaging the rogue if needed."

"Sir, our sensors have picked up the rogue," another warrior on the bridge said to the officer and showed him the general area of Connory. Orders were given to all Mandalorians aboard the Rekr in the encrypted channel they all shared. They were acknowledge and one part of them were that they were to be walking on the ceiling. They had something for Connory. If he wanted to play this ping pong game with the gravity, so be it.

"Keep me posted. I don't care how small the detail is, just make sure I know."

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Tusk"] [member="Fabula Caromed"] [member="Elijah Rekali"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Quoron Viszla"]
Dreadnought - Aft
Above Pau City

Secret Mandalorian orders rolled through the secure comlink in Connory's new helmet.

"You'll hear this eventually, Munin," he ground out. "You know bodies won't fix me. You're after my baby boy, hut'uun."

Every Mando on that channel would hear - and they'd cut off or trace his comm access almost immediately. Still, some things needed to be said.

The hoverpack blasted him down another hall, through an armed squad before it could react. Hot and heavy impacts splashed against his armor or punched through his cybernetic legs. With both arms injured, shooting back wasn't an option. Then again it didn't need to be.

He didn't make for the hangars. He didn't try the escape pods. A data spike slammed into an airlock hatch, and then he was falling. Miles below, water gleamed at the bottom of Pau City.

"Rot in Hell, vode."

He ripped off the helmet and watched it spin away in the wind, falling at the same rate as his body. His bag of tricks fell away too, except for one.

A button clicked. A specific comm squelch went straight to the helmets of Fabula Caromed and Elijah Rekali. Fifteen seconds later, in the dreadnought's aft hangar, right between those gigantic sublight engines…

... Connory's ship detonated with extreme prejudice.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

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


Clearly, he didn't have the amperage to stop her heart outright, and she didn't have the experience to soak up the lightning and use it against him. Which meant they were in a bit of a stalemate.

Until his armor ran out of power, at least.

If he was being honest, he thought it was a miracle she was even still conscious, but that was the thing about force users. They were always, always, tougher than they looked. It was annoying, and had cost him more than a few of the scars that adorned the flesh beneath the armor.

He could have kept this up, maintained the stalemate until either she finally succumbed or his power ran dry, but he didn't feel like wasting the juice. The current stopped, but his grip on her calves remained, and for the first time throughout this fight, he finally spoke.

"You look like you could use a break."

And with a grip that could shatter stone and rend steel, he squeezed.

 

[Duke Dyson]

Location: Utapau's atmosphere
Allies: ORC, [member="Janick Beauchamp"], [member="Rayf Vigil"]
Enemies: Bucketheads
Ship: TR-20http://starwarsrp.net/topic/99295-tr-20-x-wing X-Wing Fighter
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Laser fire swarmed all around, fighters zig zagging at every corner. Both sides giving it their best efforts to blow up each other out the sky, the casualty numbers from his end were hard to puncture and he could only put in a good thought that they would manage through. Those bucketheads already had infested Pau City with their plumes of smoke and the skylines up above were now infested in shades of grey that would only grow if they didn't find a way to end this. It was impossible with the odds, at this rate they were dropping like rapid flies or waiting to be killed. Jax began to perspire heavily inside his cockpit, his eagerness to kill anything that wasn't an ally becoming more of a weighting matter.

Juking the war of incoming fire at every manoeuver he could do ensure. With Blue Squadron succeeding with their attack run it brought a little assurance that something had come out from their full scale assault but it was far from over yet. "Snaps, divert power to weapons! We're gonna show these bucketheads how to dance!" Aggression set in as pulled on the stick at full velocity to engage the sudden red blip that popped up onto his heads up display screen, getting a target Jax fired his laser bolts and the basilisk met it's own demise. Rogue six twirled through the blast in satisfaction of his latest kill but hardly at ease as he searched for other targets in his scope.

"Nice shot boss!"

In spite of his best efforts they were getting nowhere, the Mandalorian's war droids with their agility were at an uneven number and more just kept coming at them. "Stay focussed eleven!" They could not afford the distraction right now. That's how many rookies in the past had met their untimely demise and a throwaway compliment was enough time to put enemy fighters on their tail. Throwing the stick up then pulling down forward, Jax sent his TR-20 into a downward angle as Jax surveyed his surroundings below. He just now barley avoided another barrel of laser fire coming from his right with much a sudden wave of panic that allowed to slide as quickly as it had come. He let out a heavy exhale as he managed to steer clear enough to receive the incoming transmission from [member="Janick Beauchamp"].

"The enemy air assets are now spread so thin that we might have a chance at hitting, and maybe even disabling, the bucketheads' flagship!" she repeated to both [member="Jax Rhane"] and [member="Rayf Vigil"]. ​

“Copy Alchemist Actual, Rogues three and eleven cover me! The rest of you hold em’ off.” At the given command the Rogues in his scope followed in pursuit of their leader, drawing out the enemy fighters in their flight path. Looking in to both sides of his open canopy Eleven and Three positioned themselves as Jax made a swerve towards the towering flagship. He hoped that the force was on his side on this one. Wether one was supposed to believe in it or not it was his impending doom if this little attack run didn't follow through as planned so believing in something was worthwhile.

 

[Hylocereus]

Hylo wondered why Mara was crawling away from her. She wondered why she wasn't speaking, or letting him treat her and followed after her. She crawled and he crawled after her, scooting as he went until... "Wow Mara. You're the greatest." He could feel it again, the force, the power to mend a life.

He worked quickly, not knowing when the field would come and cover them. Looking over at the his bag he lowered it and leaned it up against the speeder. He pulled out a lantern and then some seeds. With a sigh he concentrated and started to grow another Concordian Ceder. The tree was warped and twisted with branches forming around to create a small domed like structure capable of covering the speeder and the two youths. His mother had once made a dome that covered an entire building, but Hylo was nowhere near that powerful. The tree was now formed, an opening large enough to rush out in a speeder but small enough to defend with a saber and blaster pistol.

"Mara," Hylo said as he began to bandage her wounds and place kolcta a little too liberally on anything he saw down to small cuts and bruises. It represented a fortune, but he didn't care in the least. "Mara..." he said "you're going to be okay." He gulped hard.

[member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"] | [member="Malika Mantis"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"] | [member="Davin Skirata"]

 

[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 knew his movements had been quick in throwing the bounty hunter back, he knew that the man wasn't going to be able to get his blaster up to fire at any of the Supreme Commander's vitals before he would have his saber back. However, even without using his blaster, Fett proved quick as well. Reaching for his saber, Aryn felt instead as the cable wrapped around his wrist, the force of the Mandalorian's movement suddenly pulling Aryn onto his feet as he fell to the ground, simply being dragged along by the bounty hunter, away from his lightsaber.

Aryn's gaze flicked frantically back and forth, he had nothing to cut the cable with and knew if he waited too long the Mandalorian would easily be able to take a shot at him. Surveying their surroundings briefly, Aryn reached up with his free hand and let forth another burst of energy, not towards Fett, but towards the side. Shifting his own position roughly, he felt as the cable wrapped around a streetlamp as the two passed and went taught. Reaching up, Aryn gave the cable a sudden and firm tug, enhancing his strength with the force to ensure that the Mandalorian on the other side would feel a rough jolt of force as Aryn tugged on the cable.

 

[Lemon]

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Koda Fett

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

Allies: The Mandalorians​

Adversaries: [member="Aryn Teth"]​

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The roaring sound of a jetpack echoed throughout the relatively quiet area in which Teth and Fett fought each other, potentially to the death if one chose not to submit, which in all reality was rather likely. When two stubborn heads collide it wasn't often there would be any true victor. The Bounty Hunter couldn't speak on behalf of the Supreme Commander of the Galactic Alliance, and truth be told he struggled to speak on behalf of himself with such a crippling lack of insight he does have - but this was certainly going to end poorly for one of them, once it became lethally dangerous to Fett, then he could pull himself away from this bout.

As the Mandalorian moved in an attempt to bring the Jedi into the air he could drag, a tension being pulled upon him that couldn't be responded to in time. It jerked him backwards, and he fell down from the sky despite being propelled upwards. Fett's impact with the ground was metallic and heavy, and in accordance with it came a, "Ungh!" Crashing into the ground was never enjoyable or pain-free. A red warning flashed on his HUD, signifying the jetpack was no longer capable of being used safely. That much he could find out for himself, with the amplified senses his helmet gave him, Fett could even hear the jetpack fizzling out behind him.

Fett mouthed a hiss from beneath his helmet, a scowl retaining across his face as the hand that held his blaster was brought upwards to aim at Teth once the Mandalorian reached his feet. However long that took. The Bounty Hunter would fire towards him, if he could, doing his best to take down the Supreme Commander.

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Location: Outside of Pau City.
Allies: [member="Tryp West"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Enemies: Mando'ade.

Jack took the sawed-off shotgun.

It was a matter of logic, after all. Tis one thing to decline medical supplies ya don't need and another to refuse a gun, when all ya had was your shredder. The weight surprised him, heavy, something told him that his wrists would be in a world of pain while firing this thing. Last resort then? If there were Mandalorians... they'd probably need all the firepower they could get. "Whatcha talkin' bout, Tryp." Jack retorted back, while eyeing the offered ring and raising his eyebrow.

He accepted it, the weight feeling a bit off to him.

"Mebbe I like mah beer like I like all mah other things. Spicy." The joke came easy as he winked at her, while slipping the ring onto his finger. "Guessin' this ain't an engagement ring?" That question was to one of the Rebels already settled on their mounts.

Rodian, scarred to hell and back, but still a pleasant through the expression.

"Naw, pateesa, one-shot ring- shields ya for a couple of breaths. Ten or so."

Huh.

Now that was handy. Jackson settled himself onto one of the mounts, feeling a bit weird riding basically a lizard. It reared its head, eyeing him and Jack eyed right back. Then. Scritch, scritch, just under its jaw which elicited the tapping of a tail in a furious, satisfied matter. They were off right after that, he had to hold himself tight while balancing the shotgun, while mildly shrinking each time they went up and down a hill. The bumps were... painful, but Jack kept himself together.

For the most part.

Ow.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

Location: Crystal Caves (Outside/Entrance)
Allies: @Ember Farser | [member="Orn Pharr"] | @Mishel
Temporary Non-Murder List: [member="Shia Kryze"]
Enemies: Whoever Is Dumb Enough To Shoot Tree-Dad

Striding forward again, Ijaat let his rifle drop in the sling and gave a look to the collected injured. His gaze fell most heavily on Mishel, who fairly pulsed with the Dark Side. And Ember, who flickered and blazed fitfully in a twining against her darkness. The lad fairly blazed with good intent and hope, and determination. Ijaat drew up to full height an eyed Orn.

"Treat the physically wounded. I can stem the tide and help the lad. I cleansed Vur Tepe.. I can help cleanse this girl. Just see to the others, and see if you can't find a bit of tihaar for me for after, one of my vodde here should have a flask. I'll need it. If I have juice left, I can heal a bit better, with your guidance. Crude measures, but they will work..."

Kneeling by Mishel, he put one hand on her head, and the other on her chest over her heart and drew in a deep breath through helmeted senses. A light, not as pure or bright as Embers', flared forth. In this moment it was steady warmth that flowed into Mishel, suffusing her. The warmth grew from his hands, and spread out from his physically as if the light from a pre-dawn sun. Togetherrr, Ember an he would push back the darkness one step by one step. Cleansing her.

 

[Zef Halo]

CRYSTAL CAVES
UTAPAU

He heard the words of the Mandalorian but vaguely. Reality distorted itself. Ember's senses turned into a chaotic mess, all mixing up together. The Jedi had tossed himself into the fray, right in the middle of a duel between forces beyond his control. The Light and the Dark. A never ending conflict. Both creating a tempest within Mishel.

With his vision of the real world disappearing and the Jedi Knight completely focusing on protecting the spark of the Light within Mishel, he lost complete awareness of his real world surroundings. Everything started feeling like a dream as Ember focused his efforts in supporting the Light. Mishel being the battlefield itself. She was in the midst of it. Torn from two sides equally strong. Brief images of memories not his own flashed before him. Ember wondered if he was an intruder here. If this was not his place but the teenager emanated a feeling of reassurance.

He had to be here. A spectator of Mishel's life, a life torn by strife culminating in this duel between the light side and the dark side of the force.

She struggled and so did Ember but together perhaps they could make it.

Or perhaps his inexperience would be both's downfall.

A stalemate.

Until the appearance of another source of energy within this surreal field of battle.

Light but not as pure as his nor as serene as his. It had power, raw strength. Not a chaotic, malicious force as the dark side but rather that was contained, controlled, honed and sharpened. Whoever that was, the energy resonated with their characteristic.

The 'ground' shifted beneath his feet and enigmatic, powerful flare of light significantly boosted the struggle against the dark. The shadows over Mishel's existence slowly fading away, burning away the twilight vigorously.

But this battle was not Ember's or the other man's. They could only help.

The end result of this duel of the fates rested only on Mishel's shoulders.

[member="Shia Kryze"]​

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[member="Orn Pharr"] - [member="Mishel Noren"] - [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: No one.

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

Shia flicked off her comm with a grim expression, but banished it from her features - and her mind - as she walked the few steps back to the others. There were no other wounded to treat or seek out, for all that the battle had taken place here, so she did what she could instead.

"Thank you, Master Jedi." She said to Orn Pharr, showing no distaste for what he had done. "The miner over there can likely benefit. There are three more wounded below, but none lethally, all fist-fights." A pause. "Eight more, if you include my family injured in the crash. One of them probably won't make it."

Then she turned to Ijaat Mereel, who was to her just another Mandalorian Jedi.

"Here."

A small flask was unsealed - the faint but pungent aroma of alcohol and cherry coming from it, then set down carefully next to the two Jedi and the Ren.

"Don't drink it all, eh? She was acting like she'll need some."

[member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | @Ijaat Mereel | [member="Ember Farseer"]​

 

[Darth Sibilus]

Location: Pau City
Allies: TSE, Bucketheads
Enemies: Trash Pandas, [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]

Simply nodding to confirm that he had understood his ally, Drios found himself alone with the superior sorcerer. The Epicanthix knew that he could not stand up to the man with his use of the Force, and if he was foolish enough to try and engage in a duel focused around the aforementioned it would almost certainly end in the Sith Lord's demise. He observed the man like a serpent, corrupted eyes narrowing as he tracked his movements towards him, quietly calculating the best way to engage the mysterious man.

Darth Sibilus could sense the darkness which swelled around the man, his aura transforming to charted territory, and his mind desperately whirred into action as he attempted to generate a suitable response to Vorhi's rather threatening approach.


Possibly betraying his intent with an adjustment to his footing, Darth Sibilus lunged forwards, his blade angled to stab the man right through the sternum in the precise, deliberate movements of Makashi. The Epicanthix would not let the man use his magic against him.

 

[Zesiro]

Location: Pau City
Enemies: ME, their allies and [member="Tal Vizsla"]
Allies: ORC and their allies coming to save her [member="Wren Vissar"]
Objective: Shock

Her heart was beating way too fast for her comfort and the hairs on her body were standing upright. At least Zesiro had put her hair back in a tail or that likely would be poofed out as well. It already felt like it was, but she knew it couldn't have been.

After what felt like an eternity of assault, but was just a few moments, it ended. The respite allowed her to catch her breath. Their eyes were unable to meet, but he may have been looking at her when he spoke and she couldn't know it.

Having a sudden bad feeling in the pit of her stomach and his having his hold on her legs...this was not going to be good.

For some reason, she felt the harm and injuries being done before the pain hit her. The worst pain wasn't the breaking bones, but the others. It went shooting up through her nervous system and overloaded her pain threshold. Her vision started fading and the brief thought of seeing stars crossed through her mind before a sense of darkness took over.

She wasn't fully unconscious, but not able to respond.

These stars are very close. Why can't I feel anything?...​

The moments of shock passed and the waves of pain broke in. Anything she may have had in her stomach was no longer there and that was the last thing Zesiro knew before passing out.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Near the mouth of the Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Post: #10
Engaging: The corpse of [member="Aryn Spar"]
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Mishel Noren"]

A snap judgement. It had happened so fast, his massive paw swinging at her with those beskar claws as her saber surging forward for his chest. One of them had to land a hit, maybe both. Joza had taken a risk in literally throwing herself at the beast.

Her body tensed as she thrust her blade forward, waiting for the impact that would tear through her armor, puncture a lung and maybe send her careening against the side of the cave. But no such hit came. Instead, the Togorian’s body slowed in its movement, the motion of his attacking claw sluggish as if it were moving through water or something with more viscosity than air.

Joza had felt fear wrap its icy fingers around her heart. It was the sort of feeling you had when you were supposed to die, doubly uncomfortable when some part of your subconscious realized what was going on before you did. All she knew was that she’d been braced for death or at least injury, but it did not come. Not yet, anyhow.

The Warmaster’s body slumped and she thumbed off the ignition of her blade as if on instinct, but her body was still frozen as if she were thrusting the weapon forward. By the time she realized he was moving, he’d collapsed on top of her, crushing her ribs and pelvis along the way. The Zeltron sucked in a breath of surprise which turned out to be a mistake as it only let the Mandalorian’s weight push into her further.

The cave that had been filled with so much noise was oddly silent, at least where they lay. The din of battles along various points echoed to them but it was nothing compared to what it had been. The Togorian’s comm crackled as [member="Yasha Mantis"] tried to get in touch with her fallen comrade.

Aryn. So that was his name.

The only response would be ragged, feminine breathing.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Crystal Caves
Allies: [member="Ijaat Mereel"]
Aiding: [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Mishel Noren"]

Orn smiled kindly at the Mandalorian woman, "Thank you, young one. I will see to this one while you bring your kin from the crash here. I'll be able to help them shortly." The Neti had no issues with aiding the enemies' wounded. To have a moral quandary about such an act required the old Jedi to believe them to be his enemies in the first place, while in truth he saw all the warlike younger beings as misguided and struggling to survive in a galaxy afflicted by death and destruction.

Stalking over to Ijaat and the two, Orn touched his fingers to the young man's stomach. Green sap oozed from his fingers and into the bloody wound, its touch numbing to the exposed and severed nerves in the man's abdomen. The green sap came from a plant deep in Orn's forearm, he'd been using it awhile now, each time the effort a little more taxing than the last but it helped each of those he came across. The sap was an antibacterial antiseptic substance from a distant world, with mild regenerative effect. Moments later a white foam emerged from the wound, aiding to stop the loss of blood into the wound, at least enough to keep him from bleeding out anytime soon.

"Be still, child." He murmured, his hands taking up that of Ijaat and Ember. "Join, as one." His voice calm, presence expanding to encompass the room. All in his vicinity would feel a calming of the Force, tranquility to replace rage and anger, sadness and suffering. The Jedi Master sought to calm the young man's mind and help him direct the awesome power of the Force at his disposal; to bring the burning Light that burned away the Darkness into the raw strength Ijaat provided the meld.

Orn's role was not to wash away the darkness but to reinforce the Meld of the three and join them together with the wellspring in Mishel. It was all up to her, to accept their aid, to join her light into the meld that it might flow freely through her. A voice would echo in the minds of all three, deep and serene, 'Walk in the Light.'

 

[Laira Darkhold]

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[Ayhia Katar]

Location: Pau City
Allies: ORC, GA, Sanya
Enemies: Mando and Sith scum.

Unit Joining fray: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/120101-csdf-aka-the-rangers/​

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"This is Ranger squad "Victory" we are come down from above hold fire." Ayhia didn't even let up as she heard the sound of jetpacks behind her, nor did she turn when foot steps came up behind her. "Ma'am you rang?"​

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Ayhia straightened and looked over her shoulder, 5 people stood behind her all of them taking firing positions. "Support ORC military personal and protect the civilians. Ayhia turned back to the chaos in front of her, now her one rifle joined by 5 others. Ayhia had fired only a few shots when she heard a sound from above, she snapped her eye from her rifles scope, she caught sight of a man falling from above. She frowned as she caught sight of crimson lightsabers in his hands, she shifted her rifle to where she figured he would land. Her guess was not far off, she viewed his visage through her scope and watch him break words with Sanya. She flicked the charging cycle for the Rail Assist, she was not one to have words on a battlefield, less so with a filthy sith. She centered her rifle right on the mans chest and waited for the light at the top of her scope to tell her the gun was ready to fire.​

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The light turned green and she pulled the trigger, sending a round straight at the mans chest. Ayhia worked the bolt and disabled the Rail system, instead counting on standard rounds. She followed the first shot with two more both aimed at the man center of mass, was not fancy but would get the job done just fine.​

 

[Silas Mantis]

Location: Mando Ship ---> Pau City
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Tal Vizsla"]
Enemies: ORC, none of note particularly close by that I'm aware of

When the vessel was torn open by a thundering explosion, so too was Silas. Having been in the beginning stages of shock, he’d failed to put two and two together before. He’d taken Connory’s warning to leave the ship as referencing the hammer wielding witch going for their critical systems, not because he himself had machinations to tear apart this vessel. He’d let his morality blind him, let himself think that Rel would leave the vessel with the lead on his son and let the ORC and Mandalorians have at it, but he had been wrong.

Now every the blood of every Mandalorian Connory had just killed was on his hands because of his lapse in judgement. Guilt washed over him like a tidal wave, the pressure threatening to crush his very soul. But stronger than the guilt was the anger, that old, primal thing that lurked in all beings but in his lot more than others, bellowing as loudly as it could inside his mind.

Silas injected himself with a cocktail of painkillers and adrenal stimulants, and pried a repulsorpack from the corpse of one of the vod he’d failed and attached it to his back. Crawling towards the flames of the gaping wound in the Rekr’s hull, he let out an animalistic roar that could almost be deciphered into Rel’s family name.

He knew it was nearly impossible, he know he’d never see him, but he had to try. As he shot outwards and into the open air he brought his Westar to bear, scanning the skyline for anyone or anything that might be Rel Connory. It never even occurred to Silas that he had no idea of Connory had jumped, only the last report of some vod after him, it was a hunch, and despite it being correct he could not find Rel.

As he plummeted towards the surface, he continued to scream curses as rage left him nearly foaming at the mouth. Some day, somehow, he would kill [member="Connory"] for this. His child could grow up an orphan like the thousands of others.

Finally he righted himself and slowed his descent landing somewhere in Pau, a new wave of pain bombarding him despite the drug induced numbness as he crashed down. His grip around the sidearm only tightened as he righted himself, and rose up on the leg he could. If any of the Coalition's forces got to him first, he fully intended to take them down.

"Katlaydr," He managed, sending out a quick burst over his communicator. "What's your location?" Through the communicator anyone could tell the Mantis was in a great deal of pain, even as he fought to conceal it. He needed to stop, but he could not, not yet.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Gear:

Spoiler

Lightsabers
Robes

As she kept running her ears picked up a loud this behind her. Her feet would stop and leaned against her momentum as her body twisted around to face the one thing she knew that loomed on the world. Sith… This was the second time. Although she could feel the strength of the assailant. Wait he knew her name… but she didn't recognize him. “Yeah, well I guess you did sith.” She said examining his withdrawn facial features. Her eyes then glued into the pistols. She knew who they belonged to and that there made her stomach drop with a sickening feeling. Clipping both sabers together a look of anger as her face scrunched up. A hand reaching out pulling the guns to her belt and one to her hand. “Where did you get these. WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM!” Sanya shouted as her orange eyes began to gain a glow.

The woman wasn't confined by the restrictions of the light nor the dark. Putting the other gun onto her belt the hand would clench then slowly open as she drew the force to that one spot. Three shots whizzed past her likely aimed at the Sith. Her soon to be wife, the mother of her soon to be children was backing the feline woman up. Sanya leaped towards the man lunging at him with a basic swing to sweep with the blade that faced backwards expecting him to be ready for such attack. “I’M GOING TO FETHING KILL YOU! WHATEVER IT TAKES YOUR DEAD!” She spat out in anger quickly leaping back after and unleashing a heavy wave of force that could be seen. The blast traveled quickly across the floor. In instinct the feline woman unclipped both blades dropping into a defensive position ready to strike once more.

In some sense Sanya was glad Ayhia was someplace safe. Once this is over Sanya knew she'd have to contact her friend who was in the sith to find out who this was. As for Sanya had no idea the one who stood before her was the Emperor. What she did know is he killed someone of her family and he would pay with his life. If not today then one day in the near future. The woman was beginning to drown in rage as if suffocating in it. As if she was losing herself in it. ‘There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no emotion, there is peace.’ A line that one time calmed her no longer did. As behind those words was every memory of the man surfacing to the top.

Spoiler

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

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

Location: Pau City
Objective: Continue the second lesson. In death, wisdom lies. But can you grasp it?
Gear: Hat is gone (saaaaaaaad), 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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The mighty emperor of Sith made an ominous and prophetic threat and wandered off to get bagels or something. The nerve. Drawing his weapons, making a big show of it, and then jumping down a hole. What was Vorhi, chopped liver? Oh well, let the big bad emperor enjoy his play-date. He'd just stick to babysitting the kid's table.



Melee, then. The Sith was getting into scrapping distance, and he was fairly fast. Still, the Makashi stance was noted appreciated. This was the form of a duelist, and in that there was passion. Slinging spells some old warlock had crafted centuries ago was certainly theatrical but Vorhi's smile was enough to recognize that for him, joy--the true art of combat--was best enjoyed at close range. This nearly made up for the disappointment of Carnifex leaving. The angle of the blade was aimed at his chest. There'd likely be a follow-up of lightning. Deflect from the left, and he'd go for a limb. To the right, a lung. Upward, the neck. An open designed to be lethal in most instances, punishing on the thrust and cruel on the retreat. For a brief instant, his training came to memory. A single question. A question he had asked early in his training.



How do you learn to block swords with bare hands?


The answer his teacher gave him was simple:


Opit, missä et pelkää saada leikata.*


He grinned, a golden, gleaming, lightsaber resistant glove on his left aimed for the blade. Not enough time for a full parry, but deflecting downward was easy enough. Strike the blade, and lower it's trajectory, from chest, to abdomen. The beauty of the lightsaber, is that it was hot as hell. It didn't merely cut flesh. It seared and sealed it. So, when the blind monk impaled himself on the blade, It missed vital organs. And more importantly, it cauterized the wound, even if it hurt like hell. One hand to deflect the blade down and to the left, missing anything of import in his body--he'd already lost his appendix from the time a certain shotgun-wielding idiot by the name of Merril pumped him full of cortosis. The free hand aimed for the hilt. A shame that the Sith's obervations skill weren't better. Vorhi Alestrani could punch through stone. A lightsaber's emitter was folly. Let the boy commit his swing with abandon. Force body and the strength of a gundark on a bad day would teach him what an actual dead fighter looked like. His voice rasped out but one word, but it would be distracting as he still smiled grimly, laughing at a weapon meant to kill him. "Pathetic...." He rasped out, a strange, almost elated grin on the blindfolded mans face.


Carnifex had claimed that those who spoke to the dead deserved to lie among them. That was true. Unfortunately for his poetic musings, for a true master, one little death wasn't going to stop him. Hell, this would be his third, or fourth, given the heart thing. He grinned, grabbing the hilt of the blade in his body. For a brief moment, as his blindfold met the eyes of this Sith so eager to take his life, the Sith would gain a vision. A field of flowers, and army of laughing monks. A glimpse of beauty, of passion of peace. But it would be enough. A distraction.


Crunch.


Lightsabers were so brittle compared a good old Beskad, after all. He was still smiling. Still amicable. As if he'd barely been bruised, despite a small hole in his abodomen. "Haluaisitko teetä?"** He inquired, looking at the Sith.




OOC Translator's notes:


*You learn where you're not afraid to get cut.


** Would you like some tea?