Private Burnt Beskar

[Kragr Krayt]

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Location: Unknown planet
Time: 16:30 local time

It was really great seeing Shai again, it had been so long and it did make Kragr proud, seeing the girl keep the Mandalorian training and life to her. However, now was not the time for getting soft as the remnant of the Sith Empire's Death Watch traitors was gunning for Kragr's clan and village. How the kriff they discovered the location of his home, was something the red-haired Mandalorian was going to find out, even if he had to tear it out the information.

The red-haired Mandalorian was joined with another Mandalorian named Aloy Vizsla in hunting these traitors. Kragr doesn't know much of this woman, but with his village in danger, he didn't care whoever she was. By knowing another kin was racing against time to stop the Empire influenced Death Watch from razing his home, made her a burc'ya in his eyes. He was sure, the warriors of his clan could hold the line until he, along with Aloy, would arrive.

"Come on. Come on. Come on damnit!" cursed Kragr as he flew through the hyperspace lane. Upon exiting, he headed straight for the green lush planet with his heavy freighter. He had no time to hear if Aloy had exited hyperspace, but expected her to follow him down to the green planet. Upon exiting the atmosphere, small red dots started to grow larger and larger the closer he got to the surfaces. The moment he passed through the clouds, he was greeted by the fields gone ablaze, burning every crop and food source the village had. Not only that, but half the village was burned down to the ground, while the other looked like a warzone.

"DROID, take over and land this blasted ship!" Roared Kragr and dashed out of the cockpit and with his helmet on, the top of the freighter opened up, which Kragr activated his jetpack and flew out and landed on his large freighter, who now was in the middle of landing outside and away from any danger. Launching into the air, Kragr rocketed himself head-on the firefighting, hoping he was still in time to save his people and Clan.

Aloy Vizsla

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Kragr Krayt | Apollyon The Betrayer ​

The Reformists of Death Watch were all required to swear an oath upon their Initiation. There were six tenants, Much like the Resol'nare itself. The first was simply that the individual would adhere to the Resol'nare, Which they believed binded them with their vod as a mandalorian. The second was that they would suffer no outsider to rule mandalore. And the third was that they would protect the mandalorian people and their way of life. No matter the cost.

Of the six tenants within this creed, She would make good on the third this day...

Aloy stood with her arms crossed in the cockpit of "The Mynock" as it drifted through the cold blue hyperlane in front of her, Reflecting off her skull-like visor and metallic horns. In front of her sat a single Death Watch trooper, Clad in sky blue armour much the same as herself, Who had been tasked with ferrying Aloy or "The Hand" to this planet to aid the alor of Clan Kragr.
He was but one of many packed inside the light freighter who were prepared to fulfil their oaths in the name of the mandalorian people this day, All armed with westar carbines or pistols and ready to take on whatever awaited them at their destination.

<"How long?"> Aloy asks impatiently, Never one to sit in one place for too long.

<"ETA in 10, Ma'am.">

<"Good."> Satisfied, She uncrosses her arms and turns out of the cockpit, Approaching the Death Watch warriors assembling near the ramp.

<"ETA in 10 seconds. As you know, We're fighting Death Watch. Not our own, But traitors and Dar'manda that sided with the sith. It seems they're inclined to continue this genocide with or without their slave masters. I have two words for you: No. Quarter.">

She could already hear the blaster fire now as the pilot swoops down into the atmosphere and opens the ramp. Their cold black visors were met with smoke and gunfire below as all sound is suddenly drowned out by the whistling of wind in the high altitude above the battlefield.

Without a word, Aloy and her Death Watch warriors began leaping from the vessel, deploying their jetpack once they'd neared the ground. Like angels of death, They descended from the heavens and rained judgement upon the invades with slug and plasma blast.

Death Watch has arrived.

 

[Kragr Krayt]

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Location: Unknown planet
Time: 16:30 local time

Firing all three rockets from his jetpack, he took out multiple traitorous Imperial loyal Death Watch warriors, followed by swinging his War Hammer directly downwards another one. In a primal roar, he swung his war hammer down, killing the unprepared warrior. When the war hammer connected, it released a sonic shattering boom, wailing through the entire warrior, making his internal organs into mush. Not only did everything internally turn into mush, but the sheer power behind it was enough to leave a terrible bent mark from where the hammer connected, breaking most of the bones.

Landing in a roll, Kragr immediately attracted nearby Imperial loyal Death Watch warriors and started to fire at the new threat, though a few of them directed fire at Aloy and her own Death Watch. Ping after ping could be heard, for each hit, that ricocheted off Kragr's heavy and fully covered Beskar'gram. Launching himself into the air, he used the boost to fly towards the closest threat to him with both hands, swinging it at the Dar'manda, who narrowly evaded Kragr's insanely powerful war hammer.

Holstering his hammer, Kragr drew both RP-05A Ripper Pistols and used the remains of a house as cover, while returning fire. Screams filled the village, followed by multiple explosions, flamethrowers burning innocent alive as their screams turned to ash.

Looking down near him, his eyes looked at a horrible sight. A mother, clutching her children, protectively, just laying there among the rubles, as burned corpses. Kragr's worse nightmare as an Alor, seeing his people, his clan die like this. Some of his warriors arrived by his side, "Alor! They came out of nowhere!" explained the warrior as he peeked out to fire a couple of shots.

Another warrior, "We're trying to save as many as we can, but it's as if they know our tactics before we even use them!" said the other warrior with a slightly panicked voiced, mixed in with annoyance. The first warrior stepped in front of Kragr's seemingly stunted position, covering Kragr's sight of the burnt family, snapping the Alor back to the chaos.

"Right, save as many you shabbing can and find whoever is leading this attack!" cursed Kragr, which the two village sentries nodded and flew away again. With both blasters in his hands, Kragr flew away from the ruined house and rejoined the losing battle. The red-haired Mandalorian, coated in white and red coloured beskar'gram, looked on in horror as every single field was set ablaze now and the Imperial loyalist seemed dead-set on completely burning every single innocent people in his village.

Aloy Vizsla Apollyon The Betrayer

 

[Apollyon The Betrayer]

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Raiding the Village​

Tag: Kragr Krayt | Aloy Vizsla ​

The burning of ozone. Woodsmoke. The screams of the dying. ∗Sniff∗ she takes it all in, Savoring the smells in one deep breath before sliding her helm back on.
The demon stood there on a nearby hill overlooking the entire village below her, Fire reflecting off the already glowing and golden T-Visor.

<"Apollyon,"> Another Mandalorian says, Still wearing the colours of Clan Loc <"I've done as asked. Your men know all the defenses and have taken the village as planned.">

<"But?"> She asks the Clan Loc traitor. Her own personal infiltrator for this mission.

. . .

<"Ma'am... Kragr has arrived. And he brought Death Watch.">

<"Death Watch?"> The confused and disgusted tone as she turned suddenly caught her infiltrator off guard, Causing him to visibly recoil.

<"Boy we Are Death Watch."> What a fool. She'd have to dispose of him one day if he didn't shape up.
She turns back to watch Kragr's figure emerge from the clouds atop a ship, Leaping down and crushing some of her underlings. They allowed themselves to be caught unaware. It was their own fault, And their own weakness that the saw them dispatched by the titan of an Alor. No matter, She'd just have to replace them with better men.

Next came the Reformist Death Watch, Descending from the clouds on their own jetpacks much like Kragr. The one with the skull-helm must be their leader. Perhaps the upstart Darsch Vizsla? Or was this someone else...

<"So, The Union's response time is quicker than my master anticipated... I was right."> She chuckles under her breath before turning away towards her dropship in the treeline.

"<Inform the men to finish up and leave. We have what we came for. Kragr Loc and his Blue friends can live and relay a message for me. Make sure at least one of them lives to send it...">

As ordered, Her infiltrator turns to the village, Using his jetpack to blast himself towards a cluster of Crimson Dar'manda in the middle of executing mandalorians. It wouldn't be long before the imperials began to fall back, But not before the Unionists could hear another round of executions coming from multiple houses...

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

U N K N O W N - P L A N E T

Tag: Kragr Krayt | Apollyon The Betrayer ​

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The roar of their jetpacks sputters out as squads of Death Watch troopers descend from the skies, Landing in a brief silence that is broken in seconds by the crunching of combat boots against the soil, The high pitched whistling of blasting pistols and wrist rockets, Followed almost immediately by the rumbling of explosions and the metallic thud of their traitorous cousins landing face down dead or dying. The Betrayer's superiors hadn't expected the union to be capable of organizing a QRF this fast, And their pawns had paid the price for that miscalculation.

One such pawn was lucky enough to find himself on the edge of the fighting, Backing away slowly while firing shots into the air at the incoming blue warriors. A few returned fire, Their heavy blaster pistols spewing golden bolts of energy that seemed to bounce harmlessly off the Crimson Dar'manda's Beskar armour, No doubt built from what the sith had melted down during the fall.

This warrior's luck soon ran out however as one of the blue angels crashed down from the heavens, Slamming him down with his back pressed firmly into the soil.

Dazed, He looked up, And found his own reflection staring back at him within the cold black visor of a warrior woman. Her visor came in a single slit that widened at the edge like a pair of eyes, Yet they were one and all seeing, Reflecting her foe's visage back at him like a mirror, Forcing him to behold his own sins as he stared into the image of his own cracked visor. Sitting above it were the Jaig eyes in black, And a pair of tiny horns between two anteni, As if this angel of vengeance had once come from somewhere far more hellsih. Below were the remnants of a visor that had since been coated in skeletal white duraplast, Leaving only markins like a skeletal nose and teeth where the barest hint of glasteel lay beneath. Tracing down from her helmeted figure, Her fur collar blew in the sudden breeze left by explosions behind her, And her pinned foe couldn't help but look down suddenly, His panicked gaze tracing down her sky-blue and beskar clad figure, Down her brown flightsuit-trousers and across the metallic skeletal limb that ended in avian claws that clutched at his own breastplate, Like the Mandalorian Shriek Hawk swooped down and pinned him in place like pray.

Wordlessly, The human shriek hawk levels her vambrace down on her prey who looks up at her with a sudden gasp, Helpless.
His time had come. The hawk had made her judgement, And in that moment, Only one emotion crossed his mind; Acceptance.

∗b l a m∗ ∗b l a m∗

Her gauntlet slugthrower deliver's it's payload, Piercing the traitor's helm where blaster bolts had failed.

Standing straight and taking a moment to reflect on the past few seconds which felt a lifetime, She lifts her head and releases her clawed cybernetic hold on the dead warrior, Turning to face Kragr Loc as she approaches.

<"Loc, Where are the rest of your men? I thought this was a bigger clan."> Oh yes, They were. Once.

<"Nevermind.">

Coming to a stop beside opposite of Kragr, She leans out just long enough to mark a number of targets on her rangefinder, Her scan pulse allowing her to see them through the walls even.

Without a word, She makes a quick gesture in battle sign, Sending her men to counter-flank a small unit of Imperials trying to sneak around the house. They were of course gunned down by wrist mounted slugthrowers, Aloy's men learning from her example.

<"The defenses are overrun. We need to focus on getting the civilians out. My men and I will cover you.">

Wasting no time, She swerves out of cover and begins firing her Westar pistols, Rapidly bathing the space between buildings in golden light.

<"You got this, Go!">

 

[Kragr Krayt]

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Location: Unknown planet
Time: 16:30 local time

If only Kragr could answer Aloy, there should be much more sentries on patrols, all battle-hardened warriors with many years on their shoulders. And yet, he only saw the old, the young and everyone who isn't a fighter. Where were all the sentries?! So far only two, along with the two that was on the ship who now had joined the battle.

Kragr landed among what once was a sprawling markets place, with life and joyful memories, was now a scar of what it once was. Ripping the door out, Kragr found some of his people hiding, reaching out a hand for them, everything went up in flames. A Dar'manda Death Watch had fired his jetpack's rocket, hitting dead centre.

As if watching in slow-motion, right in front of Kragr, he watched as the scrap-metal and explosion shredding the civilians to pieces, before he himself was flung out through the wall. With heavy coughing, the Alor removed his helmet, as he coughed up blood, forcing himself, despite his pain, to get back up. Spitting the last bit of blood out of his mouth, Kragr looked around him, as he saw his home fall right before his eyes.

Streets littered with his people, with innocent who never stood a chance, even children laid emotionless. The worse of it all, he knew everyone by name. Placing his helmet back on, still very sore from taking the explosion right on top of his head, his armour held, keeping him alive yet again. With a few heavy steps, he ran back into the markets place, crashing through the first still standing house. In the corner, with a table tipped for cover, a family hid scared to death.

Not washing any time, he reached out with his hand, <"Jon, Keylee, get a move on before the whole house falls"> ordered Kragr, while also blasting one of the Death Watch warriors firing at his position. Seeing their Alor, help get the civilians to move, clearly showing the amount of trust they had in the man. As Kragr moved down the street with debris flying all over them. Along with their kid, the family hug their heads and dashed as fast as they could, with Kragr covering the small family.

Guiding the family safely out of the streets, they made their way towards Kragr's freighter ship, breathing a short sigh of relief... is what Kragr would have done if it wasn't for all three gunned down by a Death Watch warrior, right in front of Kragr's eyes. Followed that four of the Imperial aligned Death Watch all lit up the ground in explosions, attempting one last try in taking the Alor out.

With a primal filled raging cry, Kragr disappeared in a small fiery explosion of multiple rockets. Not knowing if Kragr was alive or not, they didn't stay to check as orders were given to leave, which they did.

Aloy Vizsla Apollyon The Betrayer

 

[Apollyon The Betrayer]

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Tag: Kragr Krayt | Aloy Vizsla | Kreslin Westwind ​

The crimson warriors soared hard and high with their mission complete, Leaving silence of the dead behind them, Broken only by the roar of their jetpacks and the fires of war which they had now lit. The flock of Dar'manda vultures gathered overhead, Firing stray shots at what little defends remained and their Blue-clad reinforcements.

Now soaring above them was Apollyon's dropship which had finally left the treeline and placed itself above the burning village and the flock that circled above. With not so much as a word, The flock boards their dropship one by one, Passing their crimson clad commander as she stood on the ramp, Holding on the of the supports as she leaned out to watch the chaos she had created below.

Some of Aloy Vizsla's Death Watch no doubt pursued those boarding the ship with their own jetpacks, But were soon gunned down as Apollyon's whistling birds found their targets.

Smirking beneath her helm, She adjusts her vocal enhancer so that all below her may hear her word of warning.

<"Attention survivors:"> She began.

<"Tell the Union what you have seen here today. Tell the Mand'alor; If he wants a war than look no further. She's coming.">

And just like that, She turned into the ship as the ramp closed, And the vessel departed through the clouds as if nothing had ever happened, Leaving only the crackling of fire and the silence of the dead where their engines and warcries had filled the air...

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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Tag: Kragr Krayt ​

She watched carefully as the flock of vultures withdrew from the massacre, Boarding the dropship that had previously been hidden. The cowards!

<"After them."> She juts her chin up at the fleeing traitors, Her men responding with quick nods and the ignition of their jetpacks.

They are quick arrive on scene, Soaring right up to the dropship with their weapons readied, But are soon dispatched as whistling birds come from within, Piercing armour and flesh before simply throwing the men to the ground.

∗ Crunch∗
∗ clank∗

The bodies land right in front of Aloy, Causing her cybernetic claws to clench like her fist, Digging deep into the soil below.

<"Rrrrr- Track their trajectory!"> She barks, Turning on her heel and marching towards her ship, Several of her men already running ahead of her to track the enemy's direction and attempt predictions.

What a mess... The Death Watch traitors hadn't been defeated on mandalore after all, And now they were waging war against the union on behalf of their Sith masters. She could feel it, This was just the beginning. War is coming...

<"Find Kragr Loc and help him get whoever's left. And somebody get me a line to The Watchmaster!">

 

[Kragr Krayt]

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Location: Unknown planet
Time: 18:30 local time

Beneath the soft crushed soil, shook the ground as Kragr emerged, gasping for breath almost as if he were given a rebirth, a second chance. With a few heavy coughs, the bloodied and beaten Alor stood up. His mind tried to process what exactly it was, he was looking at and how to react. Step by step he walked silently, ever deeper into the razed village. His mind didn't even register the enormous fire consumed every single farming fields, which the village surrounded and in doing so, took whoever life trapped out there.

The closer he got to his home, the faster Kragr would move, ending up running until he found himself in front of his family's home. Falling to his knee, Kragr removed his helmet, throwing it to the side without a care. Of all the battles, the fighting, the death Kragr had experienced throughout his life was nothing to what was displayed before him.

Something broke inside of Kragr as tears started to form in his eyes, watching his father and mother, stripped of their identity as proud Mandalorian warriors and hanged up by their wrist in front of their home. In front of them, in the ground was a small round muddy hole where every single child was dumped in. Many burned alive, others shot.

It was obviously a message and a threat towards the newly formed Mandalorian Union, and any Alor who supported its formation? However, Kragr just sat motionless with arms hanging down by his side... just watching, unable to look away, silently crying as he could not make a sound.

Small droplets started to fall, caressing everything with its soft surface as the clouds darken, followed by distance thunder. The weather started to form into a drizzle, slowly creating a light fog, giving the surrounding fire in the village and fields an orange glow to everything. The drizzle soon merged to rain, which caused the minor fire in the village to twist and die out, leaving long streaks of smoke, floating like clouds to the sky.

Kragr did not move at all, even as it started to pour down, thrumming on his armour. He just sat there, holding one of the dead children in his arms, fighting every fibre in his being, to hold back his cracking mental state. But losing his clan in such a brutal and ruthless way, was too much, as he just broke down, unable to hold his grief back.

The once-proud Alor, bloodied and muddy, reduced to nothing.

Aloy Vizsla Shai Maji

 

[Shai Maji]

As the carnage ensued and subsided on the planet, a lone freighter broke out of hyperspace. Its occupants unaware of the carnage that happened below.

"Huh, that's weird..." Shai commented as she tapped the screen of her radar. "Huh?" another Shistavanen spoke up, sitting in the co-pilot's seat. Apart from being a lot skinnier and older, she was a spitting image of Shai, just without the red markings and with purple eyes. "What is it, sweetie?" she asked her as she leaned over to get a look. "Thought I saw a blip on the radar. Eh, probably just the thing messing around again. I've been putting off buying a new system for months now, so it's probably on me." she admitted with a guilty chuckle. "I don't blame ya, these things are a queen to maintain. Why'd you even choose this bucket of bolts?" she asked with a smirk, glancing at Shai. "Hey! I had to keep the family business going somehow! Plus it was in a game of Sabacc, I didn't exactly have a choice, mom." she confessed, smiling at her mother with a glimmer in her crimson eyes. "Fair enough. Though at least we can get a break from that. I won't lie, I'll likely miss the life. But I'll get over it. Hell, if it means I can look like you, I'll gladly do the training and stuff." she quipped as she gazed out of the viewport. Shai grinned at the comment. It wasn't an easy talk to start but she was relieved that her mother was so open to the idea. "I can't wait to show you the village, though. You're gonna love it. You can even be 'Auntie Omiina' to some of the kiddies." Shai joked, earning a slap on her cybernetic arm from her mother.

She steered the ship into the atmosphere and opened a channel on the comms. "Clan Loc, this is Twig, over." she spoke up. But there was nothing on the other side. Not even static. "Clan Loc, this is Shai. Come in, over." she tried again as her smile faltered. They wouldn't be this careless. Every time she left the planet or returned, they were bugging her. She opened the comms to any channels in the area and tried again. "This is Shai Maji! Clan Loc come in, over!" she called out, glancing out of the viewport. Her confusion soon turned into shock when the ship broke through the clouds and all she could see were smoke and fire. Her mouth hung open as she stared at what used to be her new home. What would have been her mother's new home. Her mind went blank for several moments before she finally jumped up. "Mom, take the controls! Touch down at the landing pads!" she ordered as she sprinted through her ship. A few moments later she was geared up and hurling herself out of the ship.

Her jetpack carried her to the surface where she touched down in the marketplace. She stood there for several moments, looking around at the corpses and destruction around her. She noticed the bodies of a few Sith-aligned Mandalorians, but that wasn't nearly the biggest shock. A grunt escaped her, like a blade was driven into her back, when she spotted Nira, one of the women she had come to see as a very good friend, lying in front of the rubble of a house that came down, a single blaster hole on the back of her helmet. She took a step or two closer but stopped herself as tears welled up in her eyes. A new worry brewed within her when she remembered that Kragr was supposed to be back.

She ignored the few survivors and Death Watch members as she sprinted through the village, shouting Kragr's name at the top of her lungs. She only came to a halt when she neared his house and saw the battered Alor on his knees in the rain. Slowly she stepped closer until she was a few meters away from him. Her helmet was pulled off and dropped on the ground next to her, her mane and face soaked within seconds by the rain. A word escaped her. In her mind it sounded like "Krag?" but to her ears it sounded more like "Dad?". She didn't care. In her eyes it was the same.

A few steps closer, she saw what was inside the hole in front of his house where she had many fond memories. Tears ran down her cheeks and blended with the rain as she dropped down to all fours, staring at the pile of bodies. She knew every one of them by name. "No, no no no..." she whimpered as her hand brushed over the head of a body half burnt. She looked at Kragr as a sob escaped her. "Dad?" she spoke again through her whimpers, knowing exactly what she said this time. She crawled towards him and sat on her knees next to him, resting a hand on his shoulder.

As she gazed at the closed eyelids of the child in his arms, something changed in her. Through the grief, rage brewed in her. But she couldn't move. All energy was sucked out of her as her arm wrapped around his shoulders and her head rested against his. Tears rolled as she mourned with her alor.

She felt like the world came crashing down on her. But it felt wrong. This couldn't be real...

Kragr Krayt Aloy Vizsla Kreslin Westwind

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

The Liberation, the first of the new Liberation Class Star Destroyers of the Mandalorian Union exited hyperspace above the world. The message Aloy Vizsla had sent had to be relayed through the vessel before it reached its intended recipient. Kreslin had heard only part of the message, but it had been enough to draw him here. The large warship drifted to a halt in a stationary orbit above the world, its scanner beginning to probe across the surface of the world below. A squadron of A'den Class Starfighters took off from the hangar, escorting a shuttle craft as it approached the surface of the world, angling towards the village. Once the approach was clear of any potential lingering aerial threats, the A'den broke off and shot into the distance, heading in the last known direction of the traitorous Deathwatch craft.

The small shuttle touched down a short distance away from the the still burning husk of a village. Its ramp lowered slowly, small jets of steam emerging from the corners and covering the entrance. A moment later, the cloud of steam was parted as Kreslin walked down the ramp, setting foot on the homeworld of Clan Loc. Behind him, four warriors of Clan Westwind emerged, each wearing armor similar to their Mand'alor, though without the armorweave cloak. In their hands they carried MRX-1b rifles, freshly produced and provided to them only hours before.

He stared at the destruction array before him for but a moment before heading towards the village. The warriors with him spread out to either side of him in a staggered line, their eyes checking the area for any potential threats still lingering. The breeze picked up, sending the cloak over his right side billowing in the air, briefly obscuring the hilt of Reclamation protruding over his shoulder. Kreslin waved his hand for his escort to halt at the edge of the village as Kreslin continued on into the village. The rain was but a distraction at the corner of Kreslin's mind as he looked around at the devastation.

Stepping around a crumbled house, Kreslin was about to put his foot down when the smallest of movements drew his attention. Looking down, Kreslin saw a hand buried beneath rubble, the fingers still moving slightly. Kreslin dropped down in an instant, his gloved hands grasping at the debris and throwing it off. Seeing what their Mand'alor was doing, the Westwind guards rushed forward, dropping their weapons on the ground to help. In a few seconds they had unearthed the body of a young man, likely no older than Venku. It was painfully obvious the boy was not going to survive for much longer, with only a brief glance down his body showing his ribcage protruding from the ruins of his chest. The fact he had survived for so long from such an injury meant he was a strong individual, and would have made a great warrior one day.

His hand began to reach out, and Kreslin quickly gripped it in his own. The action drew the youths gaze, and he briefly locked eyes with Kreslin through his helmet. He squeezed the youths hand firmly, trying to reassure him. Before he could speak, he felt the grip of the other vanish. Kreslin remained there for a few moments, gripping the youths limp hand while his warriors continued to search through the rubble. Only after a minute did Kreslin finally let go, reaching out to close the youths eyes.

Rising slowly to his feet, Kreslin reached up and unsnapped his cloak from his shoulder, draping it over the still form before turning away. Walking further into the remnants of the village, Kreslin came across Aloy Vizsla and some of her Deathwatch Reformation warriors, He did not acknowledge her presence, or show any form of greeting as he came to stand beside her. When he spoke, his voice was without emotion, held carefully in check as he looked out over the death that had been brought to Clan Loc, Mando'ade, his people. The only sign of the rage burning within him was his fists, gripped so tightly that the leather creaked from the pressure.

"What happened here, Vizsla..."

Kragr Krayt Shai Maji

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Location: Unknown Planet
Tag: Kragr Krayt | Shai Maji | Kreslin Westwind


<"Death Watch happened. Imperial Death Watch."> Aloy says to Kreslin with disdain, Staring at Shai and Kragr down the street from her.

So much destruction and death over a target that had no strategic value.
<"Someone has it in for you. And they came here to send a message...">

That crimson witch... Who the hell was she? What did she want?

<"She said to tell the Mand'alor... 'If he wants a war, Than look no further. She's coming'..." Repeating those words caused her cybernetic claw to curl up beneath her again, Dragging her durasteel talons through the ashen mud beneath her.

<"My men are tracking her trajectory. We might be able to predict her destination, But we're not fast enough to intercept her right now. My ship's Hyperdrive is only a class 2">
This was her fault, She thought. Too slow... Too late...

She shoves her pistol back into it's holster as her taloned prosthetic leg jerks forward, Kicking up ash as she approaches Shai and Kragr.
Catching sight of the mass grave causes her to stop dead in her tracks for a moment, Staring at the half burnt or shot bodies. Two thoughts crossed her mind that day; Why would someone do this to their own people. And as much as she hated to think like this; Why didn't these people die fighting like true mandalorians... But now wasn't the time.

<"Loc. Shai,"> She turns to the two, Stepping over another body and sighing under her breath as she comes to a stop, Her leg's motors whirring and groaning as she crouches down in front of them, Putting a hand on Shai and Kragr's shoulders.

<"I'm sorry... There's nothing I can say that will make this okay. The only thing I can do is task the reformation with tracking that red witch and making her pay..." She says in a stern, But understanding tone. Not stern for them, No. But a tone of venom that will one day poison many a traitor.

Standing, She gives a muted vocal command to her men, Ordering them to finish securing the perimeter before cleaning up...

<"My men will handle the aftermath... I want you to come with me. We'll provide shelter and food to the survivors, To you. We'll work with you to get yourselves resettled and to pay these Dar'manda back for every ounce of blood shed.">

Leaning forward a little, She extends her hand down to Kragr, Offering him a hand up as the orange glow begins to clear, A single sliver of light breaking through the smoke behind her dark figure as she speaks one sentance;

<"Death Watch will take care of you...">

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[Kragr Krayt]

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Location: Unknown planet
Time: 18:30 local time

The broken Alor didn't even register Shai's voice, nor her arrival, yet he didn't stop her. He felt numb as he held the body of one of the children in his arms. Everything around him just fell apart, both literally and figurately as he just sat there, in his bloodied and muddy beskar'gram. the now Alor of smoke and death, sat in the mud, for once in his life, Kragr didn't know what his goal was, what his path was. His whole life was to become Alor of his father's clan, and that was the path he always knew he would take.

And now?

Now he didn't know what to do, his role as Alor went up in smoke as his people was gunned down and killed along with the village. When the name Loc was spoken by Aloy Vizsla as she addressed both Kragr and Shai, the ginger-haired Mandalorian finally twitched for just a second, feeling the Hand's hand on his shoulder. Placing the body of the child, he was impossible to see what was tears and what was rain as Kragr looked up at Aloy.

The light, breaking through the darkening clouds, gave the Death Watch warrior, an almost angelic outline as she stood, a hand reached out for the fallen warrior. Kragr knew of the tainted history Death Watch have had, and right at this moment, he was offered help by them, help to take down those who took everything from him. It was almost as if he would be signing a deal with death itself, following their way of living... and the fact that the Hand herself was the one to offer him the chance, was enough.

As Kragr looked from Aloy's hand and up at her cold faceless helmet, Aloy would see a maelstrom of emotions, fighting for dominance. Despite the broken spirit in Kragr, he still had a powerful grasp, even with his war gauntlets on, the raw strength he possessed was immense. Without a word, he let her pull him up, accepting the path the Death Watch would lead him. The pure hatred in his blue eyes filled his very being as this was the only way right at that moment, he knew how to contain his grief and not let it control him again.

Silently, he turned to Shai, helping her up to her feet, the older Mandalorian looked the Shistavanen, his foundling, over as if he finally recognized her in this hell. There was no smile, no joy... no proud Alor of Clan Loc who looked back at Shai, all that was gone, shredded when Apollyon The Betrayer took his home from him. What was left, was nothing.

A few survivors, mostly warriors, started to come out of the razed village, carrying those near death's bed. It was clear they had managed to fight off the Imperial loyal Death Watch warriors but paid such a heavy price that they were almost dead men walking. Multiple wounds, some worse than others, one even had his left leg amputated with a temporary fix by burning the wound shut. A Civilian had a bloodied bandage wrapped around half of her face, most likely for losing her eye.

With heavy steps, leaving splash sounds for each step he took, Kragr walked around the mass gave and stopped in front of his parents. If it hadn't been because of his mental state right now, he would have most likely griefed for them. Watching them hanging by their wrist, stripped of their beskar'gram, only increased his rage and confirmed his choice of unofficially joining the new Death Watch for now.

Kragr snapped the robe, holding his parents hanging in the air, and watched them fall to the ground. Whether people helped him or not, Kragr started to dig up graves for each body he could find of his people. He dug grave after grave, until the whole field in front of the ruin of a village, was covered with human-sized grave-bumps of earth. It was the least he could do for them as this would be the last time he would be Alor of Clan Loc.

As Kragr stood in front of lines upon lines of small bumps, each with a stick placed by the head to signal a grave, the darkened clouds started to dissipate. It looked almost spiritualistic as the rain disappeared and was replaced by beams of light, splitting through the clouds, hitting the graves. Standing in front of hundreds of small round bumps in the ground, Kragr stood with his helmet, looking at its cold emotionless face and yet, it reminded him so much of his parents, now bringing so much pain.

With a whisper, "I will avenge you... all of you" he vouched to his parent and his people.

Aloy Vizsla Shai Maji Kreslin Westwind

 

[Shai Maji]

Shai slowly picked up her head to look at Joti as she knelt down in front of them. Through the tears and rain she stared at her with raging fire burning in her bright crimson eyes. With her left hand she reached out and grabbed hold of the collar of Joti's cuirass, holding her where she was. "I'll kill them. I will kill every last one of them for what they took from us." she muttered through her sobs, giving her a light shake as she spoke. She let go and looked back to the children in front of them.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Her mother was free. She had proven that she could still help the Union as a smith despite the injuries she sustained. She was supposed to bring her mother to the village and introduce her to Kragr, help her settle in and focus on working alongside the clan's smith. But now it was a day she despised. A day she would never forget with a foe she would never forgive. She let go of Kragr when he accepted Joti's hand and let her arms fall into her lap. She only rose to her feet when she felt Kragr's hands usher her up. Wiping away the rain and tears, she stared up at him in a vain hope that he had something to say. Some advice or encouraging words on how they would get through this. But there was none. He was a shell. It crushed her to see him like this. She reached up and took hold of his cheeks, making sure he looked into her eyes. "This isn't over. You hear me? This isn't the end." she said to him as she shook him lightly.

She let go and watched as he let his parents down. In the corner of her eye she saw her own mother and Baby watching the whole thing. She swallowed hard, trying to think what she would have done if their roles were reversed. Her mother gave her a worried look but she merely shook her head. Now wasn't the time. Looking back to Kragr, she realized what he was doing. Wordlessly she fell in beside him and helped to start burying their dead. The children were the hardest for her. Her 'little nephews and nieces' as she came to know them. She taught them how to pull pranks on their parents, she told them stories in the evenings, she played with them and sat through boring history lessons of the Mandalorians. And now she was laying them into graves and burying them forever. She could still hear their voices in her ears as she stared at their lifeless faces. She didn't know how long it took but she didn't care. She was there beside her Alor with every step until they were done. She stepped back to stand next to Joti as she let Kragr have his moment with his people for one last time.

"I want in." she said with a shaky voice. "I'll wear the blue, I'll do whatever it takes, but I want into the Death Watch. I can't let this go unanswered. I can't live with myself while those Dar'manda karking schuttas walk away with a smile." she continued with venom in her tone, looking at Joti with desperation. She glanced at Kreslin for a moment, her mind running away with her reasoning. There had to be something he could do to fix this. But he was still only a person.

The rain retreated and the sun came out, casting its warm rays over the ruined village. She wanted the rain back. Sunlight was a good thing. A happy thing. There was no happiness here anymore. There likely won't ever be again...

Kreslin Westwind Aloy Vizsla Kragr Krayt

 

[Kreslin Westwind]

Kreslin did not speak for several seconds, his eyes staring into the distance as Aloy spoke to him, though it felt more as if she was speaking to herself at times. He closed his eyes when she said they had a score with him. That was not a trouble for him, he could handle a challenge. He was a warrior, a Mandalorian, such trials were what made him stronger. But he did not know how he was supposed to deal with this...Whoever had done this, they had decided to attack his people rather than come for him directly. They had decided that wounding his soul would suffice when wounding his body could not be accomplished.

And they were right.

Opening his eyes slowly, he lifted his head upwards, staring up at the sky above them for several seconds. He watched as raindrops struck his visor, slowly sliding down the surface of the helmet, creating rivers across the Beskar frame. "If she wants a war...she shall have it. If she wants to fight like this, then I will hunt her down like the beast she is. If she wants to kill my people...then I shall butcher hers. No world shall keep her from me, and no nations shall shield them from my wrath. Blood shall answer blood, and this atrocity shall be returned to them a hundred times over..." His words drifted off as he slowly lowered his head. He turned his attention to Shai and Kragr further into the village, though he could not hold the gaze for long.

"The Liberation has a class 1.5 hyperdrive, send the coordinates to it and we can speed up this little hunt. Should there be even a single trace for us to follow, then it will be found." Kreslin froze then, turning his eyes to a small shard of metal on the ground. He had not noticed it at first, but a small pool of rain had formed around it, submerging it slightly. Crouching down, he dug the shard out, running his thumb across it to wipe away the mud it had accumulated. It was the signet of House Westwind, the Rams head of Recluse, and a single red tear drop in its center. He closed his hand over the signet quickly, resting in the crouch for a moment as his brain tried to register what he had found.

"Kragr...Shai, I am sorry for what has happened here today. I will do what I can for you and your Clan, I swear..."

I owe it to them.

Aloy Vizsla Kragr Krayt Shai Maji

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Spoiler: A Thousand Tears

Location: Unknown Planet
Tag: Kragr Krayt | Shai Maji | Kreslin Westwind

Seeing both Shai and Kragr like this... She barely knew either of them, But it made her stomach sink. Shai had personally come up to her, Practically pleading, Though venom bled through every word. Shai, Who claimed she wasn't a fighter, Was pleading to Join Death Watch. The poor girl's life had just been changed forever, And this was only the beginning it seemed...

<"Do you know what you're saying, Shai?"> She looks to the side slowly, Speaking in a concerned tone.

<"Mark my words, These people will pay the Blood Price for what they've done. But are you sure you Want This? You'll be thrown into War Shai. You'll be thrown into battle after battle. You'll see your comrades die and villages like this over and over until you've been this horrified so many times, That you can't feel it anymore..."> Aloy's voice nearly breaks before she stops herself, Sighing as she looks back over the fields that now bore graves in the place of crops.

She was no soldier. She'd never been and never would. But she was a warrior. And one who had done things she wasn't proud of. She'd seen villages like before. Defended some yes, But others...? She'd never been responsible for a massacre like this, She'd been associated in other ways. And she knew that this experience would haunt Shai and Kragr for the rest of their lives.

There wasn't going to be any talking Shai out of this, Was there?

<"If that's your decision... I'll take you to concord dawn... You'd be an initiate, Training with our equipment, Showing you potential and mastering your prefered craft... Come your first battle beneath our banner, You'll be given a chance to take the oath on the Death Watch manifesto... Then you'll be an official member... Removing traitors is our first priority. You'll have you chance.">

Though she'd turned Shai away the last time, Aloy knew she needed what came next. She puts a hand on the Shistavanen's shoulder before hugging her gently, Shai's clothes rustling against Aloy's armour for a brief moment before she pulls away as one of her men approach.

<"Ma'am. Serroco. Trajectory points them to Serroco.">

<"Thank you Trooper. Prepare to move out.">


At that, Death Watch begins pulling out of the village and fields, Dropping their efforts to move bury the dead or extinguish houses as the come either marching or flying back to the Mynock.

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[Kragr Krayt]

Music theme​

Location: Unknown planet
Time: 18:30 local time

Shai's voice reached the broken Alor, but never really stuck to him as he just went about digging all the many graves for his people. When Kragr finally turned around, everyone was about to move out and it was most likely to hunt down the Imperial Death Watch loyalist. The Clanless Alor would have joined instantly in the hunt, but to be honest, he had lost all sense of purpose and rather wanted to be alone with his thoughts.

Walking up to where Shai, Aloy and Kreslin stood, Kragr nodded weakly to his Mand'alor in appreciation before turning to The Hand of the newly formed Death Watch. The Large fiery red-haired man placed his hand on her shoulder and with his own glossy eyes, devoid of life, he thanked her in a hoarse voice, "thank you". The hand that rested on her shoulder, moved down and he turned to the last remaining people that had survived the slaughter, "the Death Watch will take care of you all, I can no longer lead you or be your Alor" he explained to them, much to the surprises of the few left, but they seemed to understand his deep sorrow somewhat.

Turning to Aloy, he gave her a holo communicator to her, that would let her get in contact with Kragr for when his time to officially join the Death Watch Reformation. As the very last thing he did, was turn to Shai, one. last. time. Kragr had no idea when they would see each other again, and he wasn't sure if he wanted her to see him in such a sad state again. With a hand on her cheek, Kragr gave her a sorrowful yet in a weird sense, proud look at what she had become. One thing was obvious, he was proud of his foundling and the route she had taken.

With that, he dropped his hand and with his helmet in hand, the clanless Alor headed for his heavy freighter and expected to just disappear off the radar. Shockingly to Kragr, as he was about to ascend the ramp to enter his ship, the last remaining people of his village actually followed him, stubbornly not leaving their leader in his greatest fall.

Both wounded and unscathed followed their Alor, even though he didn't call himself one as they all entered the heavy freighter and after a bit, the ship lifted off and soon disappeared through the clouds.

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Aloy Vizsla Shai Maji Kreslin Westwind

 

[Shai Maji]

Aloy tried to explain to her what she was getting herself into. Shai fully understood what she was getting herself into. None of it mattered. "I don't care." she muttered with a shake of her head. "I don't care what it takes. I don't care how many have to die, all I want is to see them burn." she stated as her broken gaze glared at her. She finally relented and explained what would happen, earning a nod from Shai. "I'll forge armour, I'll build weapons, I'll work on ships. I'll do anything. I just want to avenge them." she declared softly to the woman. When she wrapped her arms around Shai, the Shistavanen hugged her back and sobbed into her shoulder. "They murdered my kiddies, Aloy. My little kiddies!" she cried as she held onto her. Their armour prevented any warmth from getting through, but she needed this hug more than ever.

When she let go, she looked back to Kragr who was approaching. The words left her Alor's mouth and none of it felt real to her. How could he not be their Alor anymore? "What?" she whispered as he faced her, her own hand moving to take hold of his. "PLease. Don't go." she begged him with a whisper as he walked past them and towards his freighter. "Dad?" she croaked as she watched him and the last of their clan board his ship. She wanted to run after him, to pull him off it and slap some sense into him. But she had no power to do anything. "I'll see you on Concord Dawn." she muttered to Aloy with a hollow voice.

Finally she started to walk towards Kreslin, glancing up at him. She had heard his words of kindness. There was simply nothing he could do to make any of this right. Nothing short of the impossible. "Find them." she pleaded softly as she wandered past him towards the mass grave. She retrieved her helmet and headed to her freighter where her mother waited for her. She wouldn't understand any of it. Not on this scale. Her family never were ones for settling down. But her mother still tried to comfort her and went as far as to lead her to her quarters and fly the ship herself. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was supposed to help her mother settle in and enjoy a mug of hot chocolate on the porch. Now that will never happen.

Nothing will ever be the same again...

/End Thread

Kragr Krayt Aloy Vizsla Kreslin Westwind