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

[Jorga the Hutt]

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


Connory got his arm up, just barely in time. Pain jarred through his forearm - a fracture, maybe - and his elbow and shoulder and neck. The tomahawk had sheared into his bracer, he realized, into the mechanism of the integrated slugthrower. There went half his ranged options and half the strength of his left arm. Fantastic.

The force of the impact drove him down, shoulders flat against the deck. That didn't put much of Mantis in knife range. Pushing off with his knife hand, though, Connory twisted left and scythed his cyborg leg through a kick parallel to the floor. The goal here was to ram his knee or shin into Mantis’ left side, leg, or whatever was close enough when the kick connected. The kid was fast, way too fast. Maybe that sliding attack had slowed him, but Connory didn't intend to put money on it.

Just a whole lot of PSI.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Near the mouth of the Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Post: #4
Allies: [member="Damian Starchaser"]| | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | ORC
Enemies: [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | Mandalorian Empire

The debris from the wall had served its purpose, stalling the Togorian as chunks of rock rained down upon him. Unfortunately he’d managed to sling the hammer at her with incredible speed and force, the sort that would have killed her directly on impact, armor or not. Damian managed to deflect its course with the Force, sending the monstrous chunk of beskar up and into the ceiling. The ceiling didn’t take too kindly to that, warning cracks spiraling out from around the hammer where it had made impact.

The Force dimmed and shifted, rose and dipped as more prominent figures joined the battle. One rapidly approaching force had a strange inkling of darkness about him, a Sith’s mark from what she could tell in them moment. Another Dark one just beyond the mouth of the cave and then bright spot, strong and luminescent but calm as the still waters of a glass lake. Whoever it was had reached out to them like a mighty oak planting roots in the Force to feed them strength and hope.

Damian had taken advantage of the kyber crystal’s unstable properties, shooting at one of the few scattered near a charging Mandalorian with his umbrella. Wait, with his what? Joza blinked before shaking her head, realizing that it wasn’t worth the thought she was trying to put into it. Not right now, anyhow.

Whether or not the blast would stop the Mandalorian with the outstretched fist remained to be seen, but the Zeltron ducked behind the umbrella for the time being given that it was their best shot for the time being.

The ceiling above them gave way, rock and earth spilling down onto them as Damian’s umbrella was poised to take a frontal assault, not an areal one. Joza cursed as a chunk of rock slammed into the back of her head, helmet negating any serious damage but causing black spots to eat at her vision and disorient her. Though she was on the cusp of blacking out, the adrenaline in her system kept her moving and she drew her disruptor.

The read on her HUD was fuzzy, likely damage sustained from the rock’s impact and it made it difficult for her to aim. “Arrrrgh,” She groaned and held her head, firing off a shot in the cat-man’s direction. He was a big guy and she was banking on that to help her wonky aim.

“Hate to break it to you,” She grunted at Kaia. “But we are the cavalry.”

She fired another shot in the Togorian’s direction for good measure. The spots in her vision were slowly edging away from the center and into her periphery which she supposed was good.

“You do what you gotta do, girlie.”

Uh, solid advice.

 

[Subject 37]

Utapau - The Crystal Caves
Allies: Mandalorians | [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: ORC | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]

A low growl erupted from Aryn's throat, one of the rocks having caught him directly on the side of his head. Blood dripped from a small cut there, fur already matted and stained with read, his head beginning to ache. His lips furled back, anger flowing through him as his ears twitched.

He heard the sounds of battle just ahead of him, the thundering impact of his hammer against the ceiling, a loud roar erupting from Preliat. So much happened so quickly that the Togorian barely had time to gather himself, though somehow he managed to push himself to his feet. His lips furled once more, and slowly he drew himself to his full height once more. The ceiling above him had stabilized, at least for the time, only small waves of dust falling down on him now.

The Togorian took a step forward, growling for a moment as the wound within the side of his head caused his vision to blur.

For a second Aryn hesitated, good eye closing for just a moment. In that time the first of Joza's disruptor shots arched towards him, the edges of the odd energy slicing and singing his fur. A growl escaped him, and then he suddenly felt the stinging pain of the second impact within his side. In an instant the disruptor round tore through his armor and bit away at his flesh, not burning, but simply rending his flesh molecule by molecule. A roar of anger erupted from his throat, the pain soaring through him and focusing him.

Aryn fell forward onto his hands, his vision still blurry.

A heartbeat past, and then the Togorian Rushed forward. He snarled, more beast than thinking being as he rushed towards the pink woman once again. He was disoriented, his vision blurry, but still he swiped his Beskar clad claws at where he thought the woman stood, his aim to dig into her flesh and tear her off her feet and into the air.

 

[Jak Skirata]

https://soundcloud.com/dukeandhisbadda/all-out?in=justin-jeffries-1/sets/muse​

Mid Levels​

Allies: ORC​

Enemies: [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Tal Vizsla"]​

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The bear lunged at him...But, he felt it before she moved. It wasn't quite like slow motion, but like he had been there before. A sense of deja vu. And then it clicked, but almost too late. He lunged back to try to dodge the bear's massive paw but another Mando fired a slugthrower from around a chunk of permacrete. Well, no time like the present, he thought to himself. He looked in the direction of the small Mandalorian and closed his eyes, the living Force filled his lungs as he took in a breath. Manipulating things with the Force was not his thing. Normally he'd rather lift a boulder with his own strength, but his family had taught him to work smart and to use every tool available to him. Old Man Rekali had shown him that the Force was like a hydrospanner, a tool to be used, not a sickness to be feared like Viszla liked to preach.

He felt his grasp on the individual shots, like marbles in his hand. He let them come at him and when he was ready he tossed them. He tossed them into the eyes of the bear like sand.

But manipulating the world around him with the Force was not his thing.

"Osik!" He had managed to jump back far enough to leave the Bral's field and dodge the bear's swipe, but her claws had scratched the green paint off of the front. He had missed two of the pellets and one had lodged itself in his arm behind the cloth robes he wore. The other scratched him. But he didn't let that stop him. He knew any use of the Force towards the direction he had just come from would be useless. Pushing the Mandalorian off the platform was not an option. So he fired again, both barrels thundered and threw plasma at the small Mandalorian.

Mando'ade, he could handle. Even multiple Mando'ade would be fine. Mando'ade and a Dragon Bear? Well that was pushing it.

Spoiler

 

[Duke Dyson]

Location: Utapau's atmosphere
Allies: ORC, [member="Janick Beauchamp"], [member="Rayf Vigil"]
Enemies: Bucketheads, [member="Kal Ordo"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Ship: TR-20 X-Wing Fighter
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Jax shakes himself in the cockpit, accelerating at full speed as his visual display lights up with enemy fighters on his radar. Hundreds, maybe more basilisks were buzzing around trying to shoot down fighters from the sky. The war droids were putting on a grapple that was making them hard to detect from a far off range so they had to volley off with their laserfire as soon as they came in focus. One of the perks about being a Rogue was they were all equipped with their own set of skills that allowed them to thrive in the most dire circumstances, his confidence was wavering thin and he needed to believe that all this would go down effortlessly.

Looking over to his rear, the colossal Dreadnought lumbered into the atmosphere as it unleashed it's fury with all their artillery forces combined. The gunships deployed carried out the toughest warriors the Mandalorians had to offer. The opposing ground forces would not stand a chance against them so if they could drop as many as they could it could buy out more time. The Rogues were far out of reach enough for Blue Squadron to make their attack run, from his open canopy Jax could see as Blue Leader went in at full velocity towards the Ordo-Class frigate that was now clear as day. The Mandalorian forces were onto them without a blink of an eye, charging with full force in a attempt to tear away at the chance. This was their queue. "Deflectors at full Snaps, we're goin' in." His R5 unit warbled off a reply at the obliging command. Swerving out, Jax turned the stick to the left and threw his throttle in an upwards angle to get a target lock from his computer towards an incoming bes'uiik starfighter that was leading it's own forces towards incoming opponents. It was about to become a full fledged dogfight and those Mandos weren't about to surrender, surely enough though they would know better than to attack straight on unless ---

"On your left boss, break right!" One of his wingmen urgently spoke into the comm.

Jax looked over towards his side to see another wave of bes'uliik starfighters coming from the right side of his vision with a barrage of laser fire. He peeled off just in the nick of time before it had a chance to completely tear away at his shields, though caused them to start diminishing. Looking behind his six the bes'uliik barrelled down with more laserfire that Jax swerved through side to side barely avoiding.

"Rogue Six, I'm right above you!"

"Get ready to pounce Rogue three! I'll bring him to you." Jax hurriedly ordered into the comm as he attempted to maneuver his way from the persistent Mandalorian starfighter that was not so eager to let go of it's prey. Kicking on the pedal, his TR-20 continued to swerve left and right as it attempted to lead the enemy starfighter into a trap. Rogue three came surging downwards in the nick of time with it's own set of laserfire and demolished the opposing bes'uiilk into an explosion of floating debris.

"Blast one!" The young pilot over the headset whooped marveling his latest kill.

While his voice conveyed a firm compliment, Jax felt like a proud father and was grinning ear to ear at the young pilot's latest kill. Maybe being a leader wasn't so far out of his reach. There was hope for him yet. "Great shot three, don't get cocky."

 

[Eshtaol]

LOCATION: Pau City
ALLIES: Trash Pandas
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Ophidia"] | Bucketheads

The smuggler stood back and pursed her lips.

Under normal circumstances, Saoirse would take this as her cue to get far away and as fast as she could. But she was not somewhere she knew the cities like she would the streets of Coruscant, and her ship was on fire. She could still run (she had a lot of practice). The question remained as to whether she'd get particularly far.

"Fine."

Eyes searched the street as she whirled around. Dodging fire was one thing, but Saoirse knew it couldn't come to a fight. The smuggler fought with death ruled out entirely as an outcome- her strategy was in delaying her defeat long enough to make an escape. And she saw nowhere to escape.

Behind you-

Oh, feth.

The city swarmed and Saoirse moved against the current, on the balls of her feet waiting to break into a run. She had nowhere to go, and little she could do if she managed to make a break for it. But bad options were better than no options, and it beat staying still.

 

[Silas Mantis]

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

Pain defined every movement, every little motion sent waves of agony through his body. So when Rel's kick impacted a beskar plate on his leg, the skin welling up underneath as the force took his good leg out from under him, he let out an agonized cry as the broken leg landed unnaturally, twisting and shifting under the armor an skin, but once again the pain morphed into rage.

The Westar dropped from his hand as he tried to brace himself, rolling back up and planting his good leg, trying to keep himself steady. A few ragged breaths escaped Silas as he stared down Connory from behind the 'T' of his visor. He thought to say something, curse him and call him dar'manda, but truth be told he'd sooner bury the tomahawk in Ra's skull then let harm come to his family, the roles could've been evenly switched.

But they weren't.

Silas snarled, the tomahawk passed to his other hand and he kicked off with his good leg, shooting towards Connory with tomahawk raised. The intent was to draw attention to the tomahawk which came down aimed for Rel's chestplate where it would likely do little more than leave a dent, what the ruse hoped to accomplish was the keep Rel's eyes off his prosthetic long enough for him to miss the flick of the wrist which brought forth a small beskad from under his forearm.

One he then attempted to shove into Rel's stomach with vicious force.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rdk12tRCB6w​

Outside Crystal Mines
Allies: [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"]
Enemies: [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Malika Mantis"]

Pulling back from the taunts, Ijaat took stock as Preliat trundled off like a magic, bullet defying coyote... wolf.... dog... Thing.... Ijaat dropped the drum to his gunbelt and clicked a fresh one home, noting Orn. The longer they stayed, the more sense the foreigness of the Neti's emotions made. He was concerned, but not just with those in the caves. Concern towards Ijaat, and likely over how quickly he turned to violence. The grim determination and joy in executing his training could often be confused for forms of bloodlust. And so he took a moment as he stepped up to Orn to speak, gesturing to the caves.

"Then let us go to our charges. Trust me, Orn. I do not relish spilling blood of a Mandalorian. It is why what I did broke me as it did. Few people love their home as much as I did. Madness caused a good intent to go way too far. But I take pride, and pleasure, in doing what I feel the Force and Manda created me to do. There must be healers of beneficence like you, as there must be destroyers with or without mercy like myself or the man that fired at you, Preliat. What must be watched is the fanaticism we see rise within each as we see rising now, wherein there is no middle ground. Light, Dark, all those things... They matter less than the ability to adhere, balance, and work in harmony. Each coin has two sides, and each is needed. Force User or not. Light or Dark. Pacifist or warrior. There is a harmony in the blending, yes?"

Here he smiled, his mind in a rare clear moment, and he wished it could continue to be so. But it was broken, and he knew of no one who could heal a broken mind like they did a bone. But the ache and desire that he did remained.

"Come, before another attack and my mind is torn again. Let us help our friends. And remember me as you see now. This is me, for a moment free of my burdens. Would that you could heal a broken spirit, my new friend..."

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

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

"Rogue Squadron, continue engaging the bes'uliiks while I take on the Mando leader flying cover for them" Janick told [member="Jax Rhane"] over comms, trying hard to avoid vomiting, as she was still in level flight.

A squadron of Mando fighters scrambled from the dreadnought's hangar to target her, with the smoke emanating from the gunships crashing into the sinkhole's upper walls, amplified by the bombardment from the dreadnought, [member="Quoron Viszla"] and his wingmen are in for a most unpleasant surprise as he seemed to focus on Janick. Whatever anti-aircraft defenses left would be able to deal with the gunships and the bes'uliiks just fine: I should probably shoot down the enemy squadron, she thought, while her stomach was shaking, hurting with each motion she made. The bombardment by the dreadnought above made its toll on other areas along the upper edge of the sinkhole walls, taking out a quad-laser and a SAM battery in the process, leaving the city with five each of the anti-aircraft batteries to fend off bes'uliiks and drop pods. So she climbed, pulling up as Griet, Wololo and the others were still hidden by the dust cloud, attempting to gain a sensor lock-on to Quoron's craft so that she can fire an ion torpedo from underneath his craft, while simultaneously making a half-looping to close range with him. Once the half-looping is complete, she was upside down, and then she launched an ion torpedo at point-blank range (well, what constituted point-blank range for an ion torpedo at a rather low altitude), which was flying towards Quoron's craft, threatening to fry his craft's systems at every step. with her remaining wingmen also launching ion torpedoes at Quoron's wingmen. So all ten fighters in that enemy squadron were having the more unpleasant experience of having ion torpedoes on their respective tails.

"Alchemist Actual, Fox... blergh..." Janick was signaling to her wingmen as she fired the ion torpedo at the lead enemy fighter.

"What's happening, Alchemist Actual?" Griet asked, knowing that Janick really meant Fox Three, given the nature of the ion torpedoes being fired.

By now it was awfully clear what was happening inside the cockpit: Janick was temporarily losing control over herself, starting with her stomach, her mouth uncontrollably discharging flakes of acidic goo flying all over the place as was possible within the tight confines of a snubfighter's cockpit, and she did barrel rolls beyond the half barrel roll she initially wanted to, without quite wanting it. She was vomiting everything she had. Her loss of control over her stomach caused barf to be spewed all over her windshield, and losing control over the craft only made the situation worse: now there was barf not only on the windshield, but there was barf on the flight suit as well as on some of the cockpit instruments as a result of the barrel roll. Act as acted on Dagobah, and victory is assured. Except that I am most definitely NOT acting as I did on Dagobah! But just because I didn't act as I did on Dagobah, doesn't mean that victory has eluded me! she thought, while visions of her pre-flight speech were flashing in her mind and simultaneously coming to the grim realization that her windshield is now covered with acidic goo, impairing her visibility, especially the closer she was flying to the sinkhole. Before she was crashing again, her shields partially recharged, but then she snapped out of it, regaining control over the craft as she was coming dangerously close to a bes'uliik as a result of the vomit-induced temporary loss of control.

"I just vomited on my windshield, my visibility is reduced. I hope my targeting computer can make up for this" Janick told, while coughing inside the mic.

"Jane, pull up!" Wololo warned her once again, as the Echani pilot noticed that she was on a collision course for the sinkhole once again.

Spoiler: Fighters

11 Alakaha-class elite fighters

 

[Dax Perl]

LOCATION: Pau City, Upper Levels, en route to the Droid Factory
ALLIES: ORC
ENEMIES: Mando'ade

The wind whipped past the Rogue, the beast between the man's legs sprinting through the tunnels of the city, twisting and turning of its own will, knowing just where to go. In front of the man, the delegation had finally gotten their steeds under control, well, mostly. The small pack of giant lizards shot through the streets as the battle clearly began to wage, blasterfire and yelling echoing through the city accompanied by the occasional explosion. The communicator on Dax's wrist began to crackle with static before a voice came over the line, "We're geared up and on our way to the factory. It's starting to look pretty hairy from here, how are you guys doing?"

"No contact yet, do we know who-" the Marshall was cut off by an explosion, knocking himself and the rest of the delegation from their rides. With a load grunt, the man hit the ground, the wind being knocked out of his lungs. A ringing in his ears drowned out the sound of blasterfire and yelling. Wincing as he stood Dax drew his saber and ignited it, the buzz being muted as his hearing returned. Several of the military officers from the delegation had drawn their sidearms and were firing back at their attackers, green and red bolts of light burning through the air around them.

The orange blade of Dax's saber swept through the air as he intercepted blasterbolts, making his way towards the delegation, and between them and whoever was trying to kill them, providing a screen of defense against the volley of energy being slung at them. The sound of a jet pack was the first sound Dax could hear with utter clarity as what was clearly a Mandalorian launched himself at the party. The Rogue raised his hand to send a blast of the Force towards the man and send him away, but to the Rogue's surprise, nothing happened. He didn't have any time to ponder the strange occurance as the heavily armored man fell atop the man, tackling him to the ground, knife drawn. The Mandalorian brought the knife down, attempting to stab Dax in chest. The Rogue caught the man by the wrist with both hands, letting go of his saber to do so, and the two sat their in silence, struggling against teach other. What seemed like several tense moments were suddenly cut short as one of the officer's fired a single round at the Manadlorian, the heavy Beskar armor shrugging it off as it it were nothing. The helmet slowly rotated to look at the officer who took a step back in shock. Distracted, the Mandalorian had let his guard down and Dax reached out for his saber, took hold of it in a reverse grip and ignited it, slashing sideways, the Mandalorian's helmeted head rolling away, the body slumping over to the side. Dax stood and looked to the officer and nodded in appreciation, a nod of understanding being returned.

"Marshall! Marshall do you read?! Its the Mandalorians!"

"Yeah, I figured that our Halzyn...I don't know what they did, but they've nullified the Force here." A blaster bolt lanced over Dax's head, forcing him to duck. More and more Mandalorians filtered in, slowly boxing the group in, "We're pinned down in the streets, I need you to flank them and make a hole! And bring my damn rifle."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MYI0AoXlOwE​

Crystal Caves
Allies: [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"] | [member="Ember Farseer"] | @Mishel Noran
Enemies: (More or less tagging you so you know we are doing some indirect stuff) [member="Aryn Spar"]

Orn's head dipped and his hand instinctively went for his temple, a sharp pain surging through him as the Zeltron warrior woman he was connected to suffered a blow to the head, their connection to the Force funneling her pain into him. Black spots dotted his vision, but the venerable Jedi maintained his connection to the five warriors in the Caves blinking the pain away so he could see clearly. He would give them that slight edge for as long as he could hold onto their pain and suffering.

"There are two sides to every coin, but when you flip it for something, there is always one that constitutes a sacrifice or loss. There have always been warriors. But they needn't be merciless." The Neti began as he recovered from the splitting pain, "What you must ask is if it was you're loved ones, the people you would grieve most for, at the mercy of another warrior. You must ask yourself what kind of man you would want that person to be. And then become that kind of man." That did not constitute a pacificist like Orn at all times. There were some who, if they saw their kin as fallen beyond hope could bring themselves to do the deed and thus would do the same for others they came across, but it was a good benchmark for shaping a good man out of a broken one.

The tree creature shook his head and straightened, following the Mandalorian towards the mouth of the caves behind the Mandalorian forces that had entered some ways to begin their attack. Most were pressing onward following the massive togorian brute and the warrior who had shot him, but some had been left behind. Those that they encountered, within earshot of the battle were injured warriors that had been struck on their way into the mines or as they encountered resistance from the defenders and were too wounded to go on, their comrades engaged in battle. "We must see to these, young one. They are in need of our help, we cannot pass them by."

They were still very much armed and dangerous, the three of them that were propped against one of the cave walls away from the fighting, but the Mando'ade were in no shape to get into a firefight with Ijaat or a battle with the Neti, as wounded and focused as he was on other matters.

 

[Julius Sedaire]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L3wKzyIN1yk​

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

Ijaat nodded, and let the rifle drop to his side on it's one-point sling, turning to the combat harness on his armor, and pulling out a medpac which he held up to the Jedi.

"I can stabilize some of the wounds, to spare you energy. I've seen enough of war I can plug holes and gives stims or narcs that this thing has. I'll start with the kid.."

Easing his pistols in their holsters, he blinked in a combination the pineal eye sensors took as command. Concealable rocket launchers on the shoulders became less concealed, and new mando'a runes and information streamed over his HUD, systems linking and coming online to aid in firing the rockets should the need arise. A darkened T-Visor slanted at them, and he tapped the diamond in the center of his chest.

"I am Ijaat Mereel, the Slayer of Manda'yaim... I have no further wish to bare that talent. Hurt me, or hurt my friend as he tries to heal you, and I will send your soul to meet your Gods with quickness, and your family will mourn an empty buc'ye on the mantle. So let us be friends, vode an, yeah?

All seemed to sag, whether in realization or just to get breathing room to attack, and Ijaat knelt next to one warrior lacking a helmet, likely barely out of his teens. He had the look of some of the Vizsla clan, but who knew. Ancient grudges could be put aside for the moment. He had a job to do. The lad, however, needed a new arm. Ijaat looked at the stump, now weakly spurting blood, the improvised tourniquet hardly helping. He took out a broad khukri like knife and motioned to the young man as he turned, a gout of flame heating the blade to an almost glowing heat. Holding it out to cool, he pulled a syrette of pain narcs from the med kit, bit the loop pull to activate it and offered the meds out to the younger warrior to ask for permission.

"I'll give you these, then cauterize the wound better. That tourniquet you rigged is going to let you bleed out. Nod if you want it. If not, shake your head. I can grant you peace then. If you wish it instead."

 

[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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It would have been a lie to say that Aryn had expected that particular method of escape on the part of the Mandalorian he faced, but if anything it was a strong reminder to the Jedi as to the benefits the man received from his armour. In their last battle, the armour and all of its equipment had worked well to assist Fett in taking down Aryn, and while he was aware of many of its tools, he was certainly there were a great deal that the bounty hunter had worked hard to keep hidden from him. However, try as he might, Fett wouldn't catch Aryn unawares this time, he knew the man by now enough that he knew not to underestimate him, and not to let himself be distracted.

​As he watched the man land atop the rafters, Aryn took a moment to adjust his grip on the saber. Twirling in his hand, the weapon shifted into a reverse grip as Aryn's gaze locked onto the visor of Fett's helmet. The mocking tone of the Mandalorian did little to bring any change in expression from the Jedi, his eyes intently focused upon his opponent and waiting for any movements that might betray a counter-attack to his initial effort. He knew well enough what Fett was attempting to do, but it gave Aryn the confirmation he needed going into their battle. He may have once underestimated Fett in the last time they met, but this time the Mandalorian was underestimating him. Aryn would just have to be sure to wait for the right time to prove the bounty hunter wrong.

"It seems the struggles of the Empire did such a number upon you, Fett, I didn't think cowardly running, even from a sinking ship, was in a Mandalorian's honour-code." The tone was matter-of-fact, with only the vaguest degree of mockery. His focus was intent upon the bounty hunter as he felt and heard the hum of his saber in its reverse grip. By now the two of them were only wasting time, but just as the Mandalorian sought to learn of what made Aryn tick, he probed the bounty hunter in kind.

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

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


The kick landed with satisfying force, greave.against greave. The attack gave Connory a beautiful couple of heartbeats up scramble back. Some fighters specialized in working on their back - the Silver Jedi had a real reputation for it - but Connory was no master grappler. A little distance, now that he'd damaged Mantis’ mobility, could do him a world of good. He crab-walked back through the tumbled crates, fast as he could manage with a damaged arm. The tomahawk and a knife slashed out, inflicted what would have been flesh wounds on his legs if his legs had possessed flesh-

Speaking of knife, he'd lost his unused vibroblade. Well wasn't that just perfect.

Connory got a grip on the fallen shelves and scrambled to his feet. With his helmet kaput, firing his bracer gun required use of his hand. He brought his fist to bear on the implacable Mantis and fired at short range. The integrated bracer gun wasn't the highest-caliber weapon, but more than enough to rip through most Mando body gloves, maybe even face plates.

 

[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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Taunting Fett through the mockery of his own code was a quick way to anger the man, but as he knew all to well, the man who angers you owns you. He wouldn't allow such a thing to occur, no, not now - not ever. Yet it would be a lie to say if not for the slightest moment he saw red from beneath that T-Shaped Visor of his. His booted feet continuously moved about the rafters, the slits between them offering the two men a chance to look at each other. The Mandalorian was in fact wasting time, but if it was one thing that he had it was time. The Mandalorians had known all too well that Teth was a powerful force user, and throughout history that kind of person had the capability to turn the tide of an entire war. So for now, it proved best to keep the man occupied.

"That stagnant Empire is on a collision course with it's inevitable demise. For everyone and everything dies, both you and I. Yet unlike mine, yours comes today." Fett mentioned, rotating rapidly to bring his left wrist upwards that would fire a wrist mounted rocket. Whilst at the same time multiple trios of bolts would also find their way from the Bounty Hunters Carbine and in the direction of Teth, too. He was done playing the game he had started, and now it was time to see what this man was truly made of.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Location: Pau City Mid Levels
Allies: Bucketheads, [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Malika Mantis"]
Enemies: ORC, [member="Davin Skirata"], [member="Zesiro"]


"Wouldn't dream of it, Euk'rekr."

No, he would be the one doing the sending of the spirits to the netherworld, not the one being sent.

"How about a game?" The message was beamed to her suit's comms directly as she burst from behind the barricade. "Who's the better killer?"

He followed immediately behind, drawing his grahala'shok and calling his hammer to his other hand as he rushed past her. Foregoing the protection of cover, he moved with deliberate speed toward the retreating Skirata, interposing himself between the man and the girl just in time to receive the bolts meant for her.

It didn't even slow him down.

They impacted his thigh, angry orange orbs blossoming on the surface of his armor as he charged, and his pistol rose to center itself on the other man's chest before firing thrice in rapid succession.

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Location: A floating coffin
Objective: Politely informing my dearest companion of the rules of this little game
Enemies: [member="Tusk"]

Fabula figured the lizard would do something like that. Still, he'd been impressively strong before. Chances were he'd still be so now. Taking a deep breath, the half-berserk witchling closed her eyes behind her visor and focused for a half second. The violence in this place was too thick to deny now. Rather than be hampered by it, like a saner, more stable being, Fabula reached deep into it and fed on it. The air was tainted with blood and death and hate and rage, so when she assimilated the Force into herself, all of those things came with it.

Her eyes snapped open a moment before the creature tackled her. Her body tensed from her sudden drop into that darkest, most overwhelming emotion. Her own personal crutch, a damn sight less enduring than hatred or vengeance, but a good deal more practical. Her pure, undiluted Rage filled every ounce of her body in a way it hadn't for quite a while, and with it her arms came up to brace against the charging trandoshan-adjacent whatever-it-was.

That big bastard hit with way more force than she was expecting. Fabula's body screamed in pain, the stress threatening to throw several joints. Was that a pop in her ankle? If this overgrown toad had managed to pop her Achilles scar she would not be amused. There was just too much weight combined with too much kinetic force barreling into her.

But Fabula held her ground, even if it was a horrible idea. She rose to that challenge. The beskar of her boots screeched as they tore small pockmarks into the deck of the ship, several meters long. Her body stayed upright, arms locked, gauntlets gripping hard into whatever parts of this surprisingly strong young warrior were available. Finally, when she'd stopped his forward momentum, Fabula's voice came over her external calm. Tiny. Mousey. Cold, dead serious.

"No, you aren't." She took a step forward, forcibly pushing him back, however incrementally. "I say when it ends."

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Location: AAAAAAA- wait, we are okay? I guess? Crash site.
Allies: We are fiiiiiiiine. (also [member="Tryp West"])
Enemies: It's all fiiiiiiiiiine.

Jack managed to scramble up out of his seat and get to his feet.

Everything shook for a moment - the ship or was it his head still pounding? Maybe a little bit of both, but he could still stand and that was what counted for now. Slowly he climbed his way towards the front-end of the ship again, using the walls, the ceiling, the controls as support, leaning and holding where necessary. He had a splitting headache, absolute worst.

It felt like a needle was scrapping just above and behind his left eye.

"Soz, luv, I'll buy ya a new pair, yah?" Singh mumbled softly while taking in the stock of her wounds. His hand carefully touching her shoulder, other one brushing hair away and carefully picking out some plasteel cut surface-level into her brow. "Ya lookin' fine, just need some tape, mebbe a bacta brush 'ere an' there." His knife was pulled out of his pocket again, eyeing the webbing he had put on her.

"Glad I managed to getcha in the web, would'a been a mess otherwise."

The Zeltron mumbled softly, before starting to cut her free carefully. "Why dontch'a count to one and back again for meh for a sec, eh?"

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Rekr dreadnought, rear hangar
Objective: Boarding
Engaging: [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire -- [member="Tusk"] | [member="Silas Mantis"]
Allies: ORC--- [member="Connory"] | [member="Fabula Caromed"]

Fury, anger, wroth these were feelings that Elijah was familiar with.

It was cold anger that pushed him along now.

The betrayal that Vilaz felt was multiplied by a hundred, a thousand, every name, every face that had been murdered or enslaved on Dathomir by this new Mandalorian Empire. Loyal Mandalorians, witches who had served and helped and aided the Mandalorian cause for decades... snuffed out, because they would not allow their soul to be taken away by rabid dogs.

Head tilted as Elijah heard Vilaz, he looked up and just caught the former Mand'alor engaging his repulsor-pack. Blade out first. Passion high, the brain giving away towards the heart.

Foolish.

Revolver was holstered and shatter-rifle got pulled from his back, it reared up and just before Vilaz could collide into him... the rifle roared. A cascade of fire escaping its barrels and filling the space Vilaz was moving through with high-powered slugs everywhere. Rekali didn't need to worry about friendly fire here. No one was friendly, the witch was far away now.

As was the husband of a genocidal murderer.

"Brother." Elijah greeted quietly, but the anger in it could be tasted.

 

[Runi Verin]

Location: Highreach Station
Objective: Buy time. Stay live. Keep relatively in the same number of pieces.
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire
Allies: ORC
Engaging: [member="Ronan Vizsla"]

She knew it wouldn’t have been that easy.

He was a veteran of a thousand fights, while she was just some punk from a backwater planet.

Downing him with an opening move would have been as unbelievable as it was hopeful, but then Runi Verin wasn’t a creature of hope. A single move had never been the plan. She was in this for the long haul, however short that might have been, intent on buying however many seconds as her body and blood could afford.

No, as her blades met empty resistance, she was already instinctively embracing the force further. Shifting her forward momentum with a stomach lurching twist at the last second, managing to turn both head and body out of the way of the incoming attack. Not quite quick enough to avoid the jarring screech of beskar on beskar, his blade carving an ugly scratch into the cheek of her helmet, but being forced to one knee from such an impact was preferable to losing the head entirely.

Kark, but he was strong. Her jaw had become a numb ache from that single blow. Her ears ringing louder than the evacuation bells. No time to dwell on that, however.

Her teeth gritted into a painful clench as she forced her hand up, punting a targeted telekinetic blast towards his now level left kneecap while forcing herself upwards with a start. Tomahawk lashing upwards to try and cleave or at least bludgeon his hopefully descending helmet in return.