Capitalist with a Gun: Mandalorian Invasion of Roche (Mando vs Republic)

[Darth Ayra]

Location: Nickle One
Objective: War
Enemies: [member="Ordo"]
Allies: Republic

Ella lifted her gaze to the shout. Her eyes met the t-visor of the giant. Eyes sunken, the Jedi Knight bowed her head whilst keeping her eyes on the Mandalorian. She almost looked angry. It was easy to spot that the toll of the war had already managed to creep up on the Jedi Knight. Perhaps her next opponent in the ever constant cycle of war that kept coming and coming to the Galactic Republic, would finally put her out of her misery.

"I thought Mandalorians had a sense of honour. We were supposed to be allies. But your people betrayed us. No matter."

Brown robes fell off her petite frame, discarded among the debris and bodies that littered her surroundings. Ella drew her lightsaber and her thumb moved into ignition. But she hesitated and then stopped. A Jedi only drew their weapon in self defense. Never to attack. Could this man be reasoned with?

Her instincts screamed at her to attack and maim him, but she restrained herself from doing so. She kept to the code. It was the only thing dividing her from the invaders that had come to destroy the Republic. Perhaps this man could be reasoned with. Hadn't Mullarus proven that even the darkest of individuals could be turned to the light?

"I will give us both the opportunity to avoid fighting. Let's try and end this before more lives are lost and another senseless war breaks out between our people."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Location: Nickel One
Enemies: [member="Mantic Dorn"]
Allies: [member="Falcon Gyndar"]
Gear: In sig

"Platitudes, platitudes," said Ember. "High-minded words from a man who fights for a government that's committed atrocity after atrocity. I was there, on your side, until I sickened of the needless slaughter that the Republic and the Jedi perpetrated over and over. And eventually I realized why. A regime built on the premise that it's always in the right will always be susceptible to oh-so-justified evil. So yes, if the Jedi have turned against the Republic, it's because the Dark Side has grown strong. It's because the Republic is evil. Go look up the Unreal City on Metalorn, the atrocities at the First and Second Battle of Ahto City, the murders and terrorism on Nar Shaddaa and Contruum. Over and over and over, what calls itself the Republic has proven it's vicious, greedy, and worthless. And I'm done with it. I'm done with hypocritical regimes and with people who don't understand that enough is enough.

"For example...what part of this is your last chance didn't you understand, you stuffed-shirt moron?"

His left bracer's mass driver fired, aimed with Force-enhanced strength and instinct. It was Verpine shattergun tech, two-kilometre-per-second muzzle velocity, advanced sonic dampeners. Absolutely silent. The only forewarning Mantic would get was the twitch of his wrist, and that could have meant anything.

 

[Kana Truden]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: [member="Vaet"] | [member="Avalore Eden"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Protectors: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

“Yeah, I’m good.” Kana nodded. “Thanks.”

She got up from the chair, looked at Vaet and smiled before letting her attention set on Avalore.

“We can do this, right?” She called out across the room. “You and me, and Vaet, can do this. Can’t we?”

Obviously, she had her reservations but if Avalore believed they could do it, then so would Kana.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Mission: Murderize All the Things
Location: Central Hub Hangar
Enemies: [member="Sofia Annesley"]
Allies: None?
Gear: Bio

The Droid's minds spun, and even with its supernatural reflexes it was unable to completely avoid the energy bolt the woman fired at it. With a metallic hiss, it ducked, the bolt catching it in the shoulder plate, some of the plasma of the bolt splashing into its neck fusing some wiring and internal systems frying.

The monstrous droid dropped to all fours and hissed loudly in droid speak, commanding the dead to push forward faster. They shuffled along a little faster, just slower than a jog for a living being. The little scarabs on the back of the necks of the dead jerked and shocked the bodies they were attached to, leading them on.

Agamemnon was intelligent to know he couldn't rush the sniper immediately, he just had to wait for the rifle to run out of ammunition, and it shouldn't be but a minute longer, then it was on. The droid remained low, letting the dead bodies cover him, obscure him from her line of sight.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Nickel One Incoming
Allies: Mandos, [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Popo"]
Enemies: Republic, Anyone Standing In Their Way.
Pending Investigation: [member="Commander Lusk"] | [member="Dish"] | [member="Keira Ticon"]
Objective: Res Publica Delenda Est

The comms were red hot from all the transmissions sent back and forth. First the call from his Alor, Ember... the pain, the anger, the vengeance it all demanded... it was astonishing. Why would the Republic vent bays on a civilian-dominated installation? The tactic didn't make any gorram sense, no sense whatsoever. Their opponents, the warriors they were fighting were Mandalorians - Mandalorians wore armor, armor that were always equipped with standard air supplies for exactly situations like these, their boots usually had mag-lock surfaces so they could latch themselves to metallic surfaces whenever necessary and they were infamous for carrying jetpacks; repulsor or otherwise, into battle.

It just didn't make any sense. Was the Supreme Commander just a lunatic? Inept? Elijah sighed. It didn't really matter, he supposed. All this meant was that this turned from business to personal... he hated when things turned personal.

"Commander." the Mandalorian acknowledged the message coming from Lusk, the clone commander. His visor shifted until he faced Munin, this changed everything, but there were enemies and then there were enemies. Eli didn't care about the clones, didn't care about Lusk and frankly if the man wanted to clean up the problem for them? He wouldn't say no to that.

"It seems our goal are similar in nature for now. As long as you point your blasters at the Supreme Commander, you won't have anything to fear from me."

At the end of the day it only made things easier and more manageable for the Mandalorians.

The comm was shut-down and Eli shot his vod a look. "So, you ready to go kick some Republic teeth in?"

 

[Vulpesen]

Vulpesen growled as he felt the phrik tighten, but given the strength of the metal, it would take a while to buckle, a fact he took advantage of by exerting his own force on it. Keeping the balance required him to drop the four floating sabers, but there were still more tricks up his sleeve. He pulled out an odd looking lightsaber, the truth sin saber. As he ignited it, Vulpesen stared at Sabrina while the aura of uneasiness would press itself to her mind should she even look at it. As sabrina attempted to jump and pull on his mask, he merely' stumbled forward a bit, growling in annoyance. The electraonics of his mask had to be held somewhere, and that somewhere was an insulated band that wrapped around his head, allowing him to keep the mask. "That's enough." His hand extended, focusing a bit on the cloud. No weight... it was easy, almost effortless for him to push on the cloud, forcing it back towards Sabrina and away from himself while a bit of his mind remained on keeping his mask from collapsing. That was something he could thank his master for. When your training regimen required lifting multiple weights, reciting jedi history, and doing push up.... focusing on multiple things was quite easy. Especially given how much time he'd had to perfect it since his padawan days.

[member="Sabrina Kotass"]

 

[Naast'ika Laaran]

Location: Roche, Near Nickel One, Chasing Ali's shuttle,
Objective: Search and Destroy all Republic Assets in the Roche System, Fetch Ali Hadrix
Allies: Mandalorians and Allies
Enemies: [member="Ali Hadrix"], Republic and Allies
Neutral:



Naast'ika Laaran followed the small shuttle. It ghosted in and out of his perception, but still he felt traces of it as it moved through space. Further... and further away from him. Slowly it gained distance on the Mesen'loras. Naast'ika pointed his defensive dovin basal in the same direction as the four that comprised his neuroengine. He felt the increased pull of gravity upon his mass, his speed through the universe increasing as he raced after the stealth shuttle. But still it pulled away, growing ever farther from his reach. A growling chorus of angry beeps and chirps escaped him, echoing through his bridge.

<You're weak.> The voice said. <You're going to let them escape.>

<I can do this!> Naast'ika thought in protest.

<No. You cannot.> The voice said. <But I can.>

<I can do this!> Naast'ika shouted.

<You can only succeed,> The voice proclaimed. <If you let me show you how.>

A long string of beeps and chirps echoed through the bridge before Naast'ika finally responded again. <Fine.>


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Commander Tupu waited for orders that would never come. Instead of confirmation from the fleet, white noise filled every frequency. "Kark." He said aloud as he returned his attention to the forward holodisplay. Whoever the Republic VIP was, he wouldn't be finding out anytime soon. And from the looks of things, they were going to lose them soon. "Naast'ika, we have to catch that shuttle." Commander Tupu said before turning to face Ensign Briana Aldamar. "Order Beskad, Cabur, and Patrol flights launched. I want them to run down that shuttle." He added.

"All flights prepare for immediate launch." Ensign Aldamar said into the flight-control comm channel. "Mission is to intercept and subdue a stealth capable Republic shuttle suspected of carrying VIP targets. Be aware that non-line-of-sight comm frequencies are currently jammed."

"Have our escorts break formation and begin the pursuit." Commander Tupu instructed. "Our launch craft will have to catch up."

"Rekali One through Four, this is The Naast'ika Laaran." Ensign Aldamar's smooth voice proclaimed. "Break escort formation and intercept target shuttle. Mission is to disable, not destroy."

"Rekali Lead to Naast'ika Laaran." Came a voice through Ensign Aldamar's headset. "Orders confirmed, moving to engage."

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The voice grew silent. Naast'ika could feel the other presence taking over... controlling his movements. He watched and listened. He felt as the other focused upon the asteroids the filled the space between themselves and the Republic Fleet. He watched as the other presence tracked the shuttle's movements. Frustration filled Naast'ika as he watched the shuttle slip behind an asteroid and out of his view.

<You're letting it get away!> Naast'ika shouted at the voice.

<Watch.> The voice responded coldly.

Naast'ika felt his proton cannon move, ever so slightly, before a single round launched itself. Naast'ika watched as the proton cannon shell struck the asteroid ahead of him, penetrating deep into the massive rock. And then Naast'ika watched as the asteroid exploded, sending shrapnel and debris in all directions. Namely... at the Republic Shuttle that had just passed behind the asteroid.

Naast'ika was impressed.

<I'm not done yet.> The voice said with an edge of smugness. Naast'ika could feel his body racing forward directly towards where the asteroid had been a moment before. He felt himself roll and turn as the other presence controlled his body, dodging each of the incoming chunks of asteroid. Naast'ika watched as the smaller escort fighters raced ahead, similarly dodging incoming debris on their way to intercept the shuttle. Naast'ika watched as the six ships in his hanger bay prepped themselves for launch.

Naast'ika watched, and noticed that he had gained ground on the Republic Shuttle. Whether they had taken damage from the exploding asteroid or not, Naast'ika couldn't tell. But he was definitely closer to them.

Naast'ika chirped happily as he waited to see what the voice would do next.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: The Central Hub
Allies: An army of mandalorian npc`s, who happen to be know where around
Enemy: [member="Vulpesen"]

She had still had hold of his rebreather, when he lit up his lightsaber ZUMP ​She could also feel how it worked when he said That`s enough,​ ​though that was not issue, as he was quite right it was enough. She had felt how his rebreather actually worked it worked by electronics, little bit`s copper plastic and silicon, that was no match for her power. He was still in the cloud of breaker gas as well, she made fist of her hand as to crush these small insignificant components. As she did she closed her eyes and turned, as she knew his lightsaber had some special powers, though it would effect her more than him, as their would be no point in wielding it other wise. She only knew about it as she did spend some time with him in vitae alliance. She just was spending energy, crushing the innards of is rebreather......

Without that he would no force powers to call before long, and then he was hers for the taking.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Objective: Assist Invading Troops
Location: Nickel One Command Center
Allies: [member="Darth Vulkan"], Mandos
Enemies: Pubs
Gear: Same as before.

As soon as he had closed that Hangar door, Marcus had looked away and began coding his way into another, more secure area of the interface. Hacking into a station's security grid was never that easy, multiply that by the amount of systems that the Republic had triggered in defense of this station and it made it nearly impossible... For those who hadn't any experience with it. Scrambling codes into the system would simply not work for this issue, he would have to somehow fool the computer into believing that he was a member of the security staff. If only he had some sort of synthetic identification he could... Oh wait!

Without a second thought, Marcus rose from the seat at the terminal and ran over to frisk one of the bodies of the dead security officers, and sure enough, there it was! A mister Kavin Makarus... The card seemed to be high enough in clearance that it could bypass the software he needed, and Marcus still mulled over how foolish he had been to simply ignore the bodies that would have held such credentials in the first place! He went back to the chair and swiped the card into the machine, and sure enough, he now had access to all security functions on the station. And it was just then, that the door opened to reveal the man who he had seen in the Hangar, [member="Darth Vulkan"].

He had removed his helmet, as he found it rather impeding when he was doing his work, and the vod may have well been able to see his eyes immediately shift back down to the screen. This man's armor was far more impressive than his own, and much more imposing. Soon, he found the daunting comrade speak to him.

"Vod. I need you to do something for me. Get me a copy of all security recordings in Nickel One. And check them to ensure they haven't been doctored. Besides from that, lock large Republic groups in between bulkheads and give our boys that are advancing so assistance. If you could operate as Command and Control for the station it would be most appreciated."

Marcus stared and thought for only a few seconds before going back down to the keys. He tapped at them briskly and found the main hub for the security camera footage within the terminal. He set a brisk pace in his step and walked over to the maintenance closet where spare Datapads would be stored, and revelled in his newfound responsibility. He was now in effect, the controller of the station, and what better man to control and enemy space station than a slicer? That was true enough. His thoughts were cut off as he connected a blank datapad to the system. It would take only a few minutes to transfer the data, and in that time, he could go back to the security terminal to begin his other work.

This work was very simple with the access to the identification card, and he found that he could easily work his way into all primary and auxiliary door and bulkhead controls. The cameras now showed clear and live video feed to each firefight that was happening around the station, save for the few that had been destroyed in the combat, and he could see exactly where he could lock down large amounts of Republic troopers. With a few brief flicks of his fingers he was able to cut off an entire reinforcing platoon that was coming down the main deckway, and left it trapped in a room with doubly sealed magnetic blast doors. Another group of Republic troopers were suddenly surprised to see the cargo turbolift they were using simply stop in between floors. These actions, while not immediately lethal, would make these passageways unavailable for many of the opposing soldiers who wished to traverse the station to reach the front. The ones who had been trapped? For them there was no escape, they would surrender or die.

Suddenly, the Datapad let off a muffled beep to signal that the download was successful. As he unplugged the device, he wondered what might become of these files. Was it any of his business? He doubted it, but he was curious. He approached [member="Darth Vulkan"] with a blank expression and held out the datapad for him.

"Everything is on here... What did you want this for anyways, Vod?"

 

[Avalore Eden]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: [member="Vaet"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"]
Protectors: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"] | [member="Jacen Voidstalker"]



"Someone vented atmo on some of the habitation stations," Jacen confirmed. "Both sides pointing fingers, but they won't tell me any more. We should expect civilians suffering decompression sickness."


“We can do this, right?” Kana called out across the room. “You and me, and Vaet, can do this. Can’t we?”

Feeling her own breath catch in her chest at the confirmation of what would ascribe to a terrible war crime, Avalore finally thought she might know a fraction of what Vaet and Kana had just experienced. She did not envy them this, but she also could not deny her own training and experience. Kana may have walked the very fields of battle and waged war against Sith Lords and her own conscience alike, but she had not seen the Medical Stations and Hospital bays filled to bursting with the remnants of those battles. She'd not spent countless sleepless hours treating the civilians and warriors or soldiers alike for all manner of nightmare-enducing wounds or injuries. She'd not held and lost countless lives in her hands when the devastation was too much to help.

Avalore had. Some days she felt it might've been easier to fight on the front lines.

Lips thinning, jaw setting, the Healer looked across the activity of Medics and Healing Attendants as patients slowly poured in and gave a firm nod, "Together."

Vaet received one last squeeze to his tiny hand before Avalore released him with a glance down, "Together."

"I need an extra tent set up to receive patients suffering from DCI. Get as many Oxygen tanks and masks ready as we have. Every person brought to us from those hangars must receive recompression treatment onboard the ship, no exceptions. Our treatment tanks are limited so get the ones in the worst condition in there quickly. Kana I want you to deal with surface wounds and trauma injuries. Remember, use your Healing powers sparingly, let the Medics and Bacta handle the rest. Pace yourself, or you won't last long enough to help everyone. Remember Gabriel has the Healer Tank, prep patients with major wounds and send them his way. Vaet I want you to help with keeping patients calm, assessing their injuries and directing them to the proper Medic stations."

"Julius," Avalore found the man off to the side busy like the rest of them, "I need your help prepping the tanks in the ship."

 

[Ali Hadrix]

Location: On approach to Republic Fleet
Allies: Galactic Republic | Verpine Government | Civilians
Enemies: [member=Lisette Kuhn] | [member=Keira Ticon] | Mandalorians
Objectives:
1) Return to Nickel One to combat Mandalorian threat
2) Locate and arrest Keira Ticon
3) Deliver Verpine delegation to trustworthy Republic authorities
Equipment: Full duranium beskar'gam, EM protected helmet and weapons. Verpine Assault Carbine, 2 x DL-44 blaster pistols, wrist rocket, wrist-cable, various grenades (lethal and non-lethal), beskad, stun gauntlet, small-jetpack, bacta injection system.
NPC's (for narrative): None. On my own now.

Ali was resting with her head in her hands when the shuttle was slammed forward, throwing her forward and casting her to the deck. Her rifle clattered on the floor beside her and her helmet rolled toward the front of the vehicle. SLAM!!! It happened again, and Ali remained flat on the floor for a moment until she had the time to grab her equipment and throw herself behind a section of crash webbing. "Pilots!?" Ali shouted to the intercom, "What's going on!?" The voice of the Human pilot sounded after a brief moment of static. "We've been hit by something big! Looks like an asteroid, Commander." Ali gritted her teeth, pulling herself upright and clipping her weapon to her chest, then slamming her helmet onto her head before struggling to reach the cockpit as the ship buckled and jumped. Ahead of them, through the viewport, Ali spotted thousands of pieces of debris flying outward around them. "One of the asteroids behind us must have been hit with something, probably another rock!" The Human exclaimed. Ali glanced at the sensors, tapping a key to bring up the drift charts. "Any asteroid big enough to demolish one that size would have survived long enough to come up on sensors." The sensor read out showed nothing. "We've been found." Ali realized, dread washing over her. If they were Republic, they stood a chance and Ali's mission wouldn't be in any danger. But if they were Mandalorians, then Ali's war criminals might end up dead before they ever faced trial. "What weapons does this thing have?" There was the Mandalorian in her, always asking for the weapons first. And on a stealth transport ship.
"We've got forward facing rotary cannons and launchers, that's it. But we've got ion scramblers and decoys." Ali's eyes lit up, "How many?" She asked. "Three decoys." Their Commander nodded. "Put a decoy out there and keep the ion scrambler prepped, we'll want to send it directions without them picking up on our location. Kill anything this ship does that could be picked up on sensors except the engines and the stealth protection." The Sullustan pilot garbled something and nodded, then began tapping a few keys on his console and flipping a pair of switches before sticking a thumb up at the Human. Ali felt the shuttle shift beneath her as another asteroid chunk dinged their hull. The initial damage had been worse than the random collisions they were now facing, though the forward section of the transport had lost functionality to its optical camouflage and would be visible facing the bow. "Alright, launch the decoy." Ali ordered. The Sullustan punched a button below the two switches, and the decoy launcher built into the ship released a self-propelled signal emitting decoy that began tracing a slightly different path to the Republic fleet. The engines pulsed beneath her and the ship accelerated. "Is this as fast as we go?" Ali asked. The Sullustan jabbered something to her that popped up on the center display. "Then wait to disable the stealth systems until our aft sections are compromised. We want to stay as hard to see as possible so that decoy does its job. They'll still be close, but hopefully shooting the wrong direction." For now, the decoy would continue along a prescribed flight path toward the Republic fleet, which was the only logical destination for Ali's transport. A sudden deviation in course simply to draw away a potential enemy would only give away the fact that they knew they were being followed. She preferred to fly alongside the unknowing beast, so to speak.

[member=Naast'ika Laaran]​

 

[Jacen Voidstalker]

Medical Relief Efforts
Location: Medical Aid Station - Roche Asteroids (Not located on Nickel One)
Medics: [member="Vaet"] | [member="Kana Truden"] | [member="Julius Sedaire"] | Avalore Eden
Protectors: [member="Gabriel Sionoma"]

Jacen made his way to the highest point in the facility. There he found one of his commandos already walking the perimeter. Rather than the typical CC13 rifle, the man had a precision rifle. Jacen gave the Corporal a nod and the soldier turned in the opposite direction and pulled a pair of macrobinoculars from his belt. The Jedi Marshal walked to the edge, placing one foot on the raised lip and leaning on his front knee. His robes, that matched the colour of the architecture, draped around him and hung still. If it wasn't for the bright medal logos on him, he might have been mistaken for carving of some kind.

He eyes looked out as far as he could across the cavern. That sudden scream through the Force had hit him too. He'd sensed similar in war before. Whole Star Destroyers with crews in the tens of thousands had broken apart near him before. Somehow there was a different between the emotions of those prepared for the war, and that collective mass of civilians who had suddenly found themselves gasping for air, lungs burning and vision slowly encroached by darkness.

Voidstalker didn't like this situation. He didn't like it at all. Restless he continued to pace around the roof, almost wishing there was an excuse to bug out. No, that was an awful thing to think. Whilst he had no place in this war there were still people who needed help. Wondering this roof wasn't helping anyone. Instead he headed back into the facility to see if there was something useful he could do. Corporal Hake had good enough eyes anyway.

 

[Cuan Kunn]

Allies: [member="Travot Ravenna"]
Enemies: [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Jack Raxis"]

The freighter was the priority target, and the pilot was turning his fighter to face it. The weapons were primed and firing as the X-Wings were out dogging the Mandos. Kunn wasn’t getting the broadcasts from the full military, and wasn’t aware of the situation at the station. The fighters from the Alliance were reporting in to him, they’d lost a pair, Mando fighters and crazed tactics.

“Airs, get yourself scattered. Out run them if you have to, and watch priority targets.” Kunn shook his head. They needed direction. He was interrupted as the battlefield shifted. A fighter was coming at them. Taking a sharp roll, his shields were losing strength and he was seeing red, quite literally.

His Gand wingman was pulling around the other way, working to get behind the new arrival. Kunn took his fighter and dove.

“Baller, get me to someone in the Republic.” He ordered the droid. An affirmative beep followed and the pilot got back on the comms. “This is Kunn from Alliance Sqaudron ‘Legionnaire.’ Direction would be nice, who’s flying out here?”

 

[Vulpesen]

Allies: Republic
Enemies: Sabrina Kotass
Objective: Get some room to breathe

A little too late. Vulpesen twitched as he felt a small buzz, his re-breather shutting down. Luckily, the cloud was no longer his problem. It was hers. He'd pushed the gas towards [member="Sabrina Kotass"] and left his own air free and clear. Lifting up his other hand, he gave a triumphal grin and unleashed a torrent of lightning. Even if she had ended it, he had taken the precaution of a re-breather. He wondered if she had done the same.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: The central Hub
Allies: Thoose mandalorians, which are else where for some strange rp reason
Enemy: [member="Vulpesen"] and some gas that he wafted my way

Sabrina was still smiling till he fired lightening at her, the gas had moved towards her. She had her own rebreather, and her lightsaber was lit, she used to catch his lighting, and began to press forward towards him. Left foot first then right foot, the force of lighting bolt made it slow going, but unlike many powers it was bookable. She was planning to get close and engage him in close quarter combat, though doing so would be hard work until he relaxes the light bolts coming at her. It kept coming at her in blue torrent, some time striking the metal corridor around her. Though she kept making one step after another, getting closer and closer after each step. As she did she said to him I am going to put you down dog!

 

[RC 212]

-Starfighter Battle!-​

Freighter vs Freighter​

Location: Space, Headed towards Nickel One
Allies: [member="Captain Larraq"] [member="Anija Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Travot Ravenna"] + [member="Cuan Kunn"]

Gear in bio, Kessels Pride, Naval Alit'Gam​

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"Incoming fire on our flank!"

"I feel it!"

He felt two things in unison. A missile exploding just below his feet, jerking the Kessels Pride up and the impact of blaster cannons on his starboard side. The Pride took a hard hit, green beams slashing into her amour. Jack cursed as the hull buckled, slag melting and refreezing on the external plating. Scorch marks were run all up and down the side. With shields full forwards they were at a disadvantage.

"Dak shields redistribute, full coverage."

"He's behind us to left!"

"I know that kid! Torpedo’s ready?"

"Roger Skip, left hull at fifty percent, that was a savage hit."

"Can it kid, get ready on those guns!"

Jacks eyes closed again and he released the yoke, letting the neural band guide the ship for him. The Kessels Pride was a wicked beauty when it came to speed and manoeuvrability. Ion after-market jets fired from the right and the front as the engines came dead stop. She flipped end over end twice until her front was facing the other freighters and Jack rolled her.

Full burn, barrel roll, to keep his front end straight in line with the other freighter. He wasn't shaking away that easy.

"Fire!"

Ion cannons again stitched the void in a series of blazing white lances. Jack whooped with joy as he felt two thumps rip through the hull beneath him. Twin proton torpedo’s tore from the launch tubes, bright orange contrails propelling them at maximum speed. They were hammering their opponent, right in the face.

The tubes rumbled as a fresh set of torpedoes cycled form the magazines to the tubes. Two launched, that meant he had eight more where those came from.

 

[Vulpesen]

Allies: Republic
Enemies: [member="Sabrina Kotass"]
Objective: Bite worse than my bark

He smirked at her words and tilted his force pushing hand, the power of his sparks momentarily intensifying from the right. "Bow wow." This time, there was no lightsaber. Or dagger. This time, his telekinetic power took a different form. The lighting almost stopped, but kept some form as he released a force push, condensed telekinetic force that speared towards Sabrina's left shoulder. The aim was simple. While she was worrying about the lightning from his saber, the invisible spear would lance into her left shoulder, piercing and disabling it. He had aimed it close enough to the shoulder to effect her arm, but far enough in that a simple turn wouldn't be enough to avoid it.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Location: The Central Hub
Allies: Hordes of Mandalorians
Enemy: [member="Vulpesen"]

As she got closer and closer, she was soon close enough. She used her telekinetic powers, to pick up other force breaker grenade as she started with two. Then pull the pin, pushed it underneath his feet. The gas would soon envelop him, and then the Bow wow would be hers. As she sent rolling at this point to late to stop, and as the gas came out. She felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, she drop in agony and his lightening struck her. She then erected a force bubble to protect her from further attacks, It was taking all her concentration not to let the shield drop whilst she was holding on to left shoulder. Soon she might be able to though, as the gas was coming out the grenade. He spent his time attacking her rather than moving away......

 

[Vulpesen]

Allies: Republic
Enemies: [member="Sabrina Kotass"]
Objective: Stop the insanity

Vulpesen's grinned a bit as he heard the plink of the grenade on the ground. For all her time on Veradune, Sabrina apparently didn't pay attention to the zorren anatomy classes. What would likely miss the attention of most, was easily picked up by his canine ears. Deciding to be safe, he simply stopped breathing. With the precaution taken, he forwent the lightning and force spears and focused instead on her re-breather, crushing it with a force grip. At most, he would give her a breathing contest.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

NICKEL ONE
Republic Controlled Hangar Bay
Allies: The Death Watch
Enemies: [member="Alyona Volkovna"]
Equipment: No Frills Durasteel Armor, Besk'ar War Hammer

Was he fighting a woman or a rabbit?

She jumped away, scurrying up the side of a shuttle. Not an unwise strategy, putting some distance between them. He would have to close that gap. As she spoke, it occurred to him that he'd been so discourteous as to not have introduced himself properly to her. Clearly, an oversight to be remedied immediately. "You may call me.."

A swift rise of the man's boot brought one of the fallen soldiers up from the floor. Grabbing hold of the soldier's uniform, the Gen'Dai hauled up as he tossed the corpse up into the air toward the lady. His massive frame followed a moment after, taking flight with a powerful leap to bridge the gap between them. The large hammer moved on a lateral sweep, connecting with the back of the body as though it were a bat striking a ball in some sport. As the man came down toward the Jedi, he pushed the hammer out to drive the body toward her, intending to use it as a weapon or shield to bludgeon or blunt her counter-attack.

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"MAND'ALOR!"​