Civil War: Counter Strike | Mandalorians

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Sundari Palace, then Sewers
Allies: [member="Ra Vizsla"] Echoy'la Soluse ([member="Kaden Farr"], [member="Garon Priest"], [member="Narir Tracyn"]) [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]
Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Sol Damerin"] @Anybody that gets in Their Way To Safety

"Oya, Amanda'more! Apanda'bor... rrgh... Mand'alor!" Yasha panted barrelling into the observation room. Her lips cast to the side of her face as she struggled with her Mando'a stutter. Desperate to catch up to the language of her people, the girl let a flimsy of her homework fall on the floor as she ran. The young Mantis pulled her goggles up on her forehead and peered into [member="Ra Vizsla"]'s face, blinking at the cast of light in the room.





The Netherworld had many methods of marking a being. Ra exuded the crisp infernal texture of the place Yasha only knew as home. Vod looked at her with a mixture of fear and heartache, this ad'ika who did what came natural to any survivor of hell. Peering into Ra's mighty, yet kindly face, she felt the peace in knowing although her mother was dead, Yasha wasn't alone. Even [member="Preliat Mantis"] & [member="Silas Mantis"] didn't understand what the Netherworld was, what it did to those who conquered it. Ra did. He looked at her without irony or pity, this tenacious little wolf. She would follow Mand'alor the Undying past the gates of Hell if she had to.





"But how'm I s'posed to pwotect you if you don't come with us?" The ad'ika rubbed her eyes with the back of her gauntlet, clenching and unclenching the fist of her other hand to release and contract the wrist blades. She looked to [member="Kaden Farr"] and [member="Garon Priest"] and saw what the Mand'alor saw. Her place was as much in protecting her Echoy'la Soluse, her Lost Ones as it was to protect Ra Vizsla.





"Elek, Mand'alor. I'll be extra quick! I'll do it running!" Yasha whistled and nodded to the bigger boys. "We's gonna make it from the underground for cover!"





The girl pulled her goggles back over her eyes, their rainbow chrome a colourful punctuation to the otherwise black-armoured girl. After ambushing the weapons' convoy, Yasha'd taken matte paint to the armour they found her, trying to make herself as dim as possible.





"If I'm grabbing trophies, I'm gonna need a bag." Yasha's lips were firm and grim. She turned to Kaden and nodded, running out of the room to take hold of her rainbow embroidered knapsack. Taking out a small packet, she zipped and strapped the bag, securing the arm straps tight. Yasha ran back in to the Mand'alor, holding up the small packet with both hands.





"I was savin' this for later, babuir, but you should have it now. It's a bacta patch! For your shoulder boo boo. If I can't pw-rrhg. Pu-ro-tect you, I can make it a little better. K-K'oyacyi." She pushed the single wrapped bacta patch, and a lollipop she'd taped to the front into his gauntlet and smiled up at him. She would make him proud. Yasha would protect her squad and bring back trophies for the glory of Mandalore.





When the Echoy'la Soluse formed, Yasha taught the boys the series of whistles and calls her mother [member="Aditya Mantis"] trained into her in hell. Sometimes orders couldn't be words, that's when monsters would get you! Yasha whistled the command to move, trotting down the stairs of the palace and looking back to wave at the Mand'alor.





"Kade, Gar, [member="Narir Tracyn"] is with his ori'vod through the sewer network under the city. We're gonna meet up then go to the Barracks... and on the way? We're gonna grab trophies. I'll take point, Gar, you're back. Kade, keep your blaster just the way you like it." The last sight [member="Ra Vizsla"] had of the ad'ike was tiny Yasha Mantis slipping into the underground, where she thought they could best avoid the dangers thundering above the dome.





[member="Calico Tal'verda"] caught her eye, and the girl whispered through her comm to Ra "Funny looking guy trying to see you. He looks like he doesn't know to bow or fire."





The girl moved into the underground and chimed [member="Vilaz Munin"], letting the alor know there were reinforcements behind him making toward the Barracks. She heard voices, getting low and melting into the dim underground. Crouching and sliding to the side, she tried to get closer to the voices of [member="Sol Damerin"] and [member="Muad Dib"].

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Location: Sewers
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Daral Tal'Verda"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Briika Tor"], Death Watch
Enemies: Kix Tal'Verda, [member="RC 212"], [member="Kal Ordo"], Other Nuke-happy Mandos



Tal Vizsla stalked through the sewers in near-silence, forcing himself to ignore the rancid stench that seeped through his armor and fouled his mood.

When given the choice of assignments, whether to be out in the open air pursuing glory for all to see, or to tromp through sewers in search of infiltrators, he had selected the second option without hesitation. He was at home down here, in the pitch blackness of the tunnels that crossed beneath the city. He had none of his helmet's augmented vision modes active, instead preferring to rely solely on his own natural sight. Something he did not often have the chance to do.

The darkness belonged to him, and if they wanted to face him in it, well... it was their funeral.

Being sure to keep his armor's high-energy systems deactivated in order to remain invisible to scanners, he gripped his hammer close to the head and pushed onward, searching the tunnels for the enemies he knew would be attacking this way.


It wasn't long before he turned a corner and came face to face with one of [member="Kix Tal'Verda"]'s four-man squads. Without hesitation, he raised a grahala'shok pistol and took aim at the center of the lead man's T-visor, squeezing the trigger twice in immediate succession.

 

[RC 212]

Sundari
City Streets

[member="Kei Raxis"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Gray Raxis"]

It had been a long time coming. The Raxis name had all but disappeared from Mando'ade history. His own father Jack had faked his death after returning to serve Vilaz Munin and the clan for just a short while. But he had not died that day truly, and he'd left behind a legacy. Something to carry on his works.

A boy, grown into a man, taught not only in the Mandoa'ade tradition, but the Jedi Arts a well.

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Deathwatch was a disease. Deathwatch must die.​

Jack had sacrificed his life as he knew it to maintain the Clans honor. Now it was up to Raze to redeem them. Already he'd recalled several of their oldest warriors, meeting some through Eliza and others through various connects. They marched, armor plates clacking as they slid over one another. Black and red, with a Wolf banner carried by Raze.

"Clan Raxis. Many of you don't know me well. Some of you served my father. some of you served Gray. But today is a new day for us. Today we stand up to the Deathwatch and Ra Vizsla, whom so disgraced our fore-fathers and tore apart the United Clans. I will fight in your honor, with no Jedi arts."

He drew his Beskad, Jacks old sword and raised it high, slamming the banner into the dirt hill as explosions ripped the city in the background.

"Today we draw the blood of the true Dar'Manda, and return Clan Raxis to the fold!"​

The warriors roared, clashing their own swords against their armor, hopped up on blood lust and fervor.

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"Oya!"​

 

[RC 212]

The Sewers
Allies: True Mandos
Enemies: Deathwatch
Gear: Katarn Armor, Jet Pack, DC-17m, Disruptor Carbine, Verpine Shatter gun, Lots of explosives, a surprise item.

They had not been accosted. RC glanced down at his map in the HUD and nodded. This was the place. The place where they were going to wreak havoc. But the thing was, they needed a bit of time. A bit of time to set an entrance, and a bit of time to set off the bomb. But time was short, and they were fast.

"Ok now. Drop it." RC said, stamping down on a sewer rat and crushing it's bones in a spray of gore a feces.

The two Mando's dropped the box, and opened each side of it. As it hissed open there was a whoosh of air and then they found themselves looking at an ice chest, filled with beers, and a single metallic sphere in the center.

A several megaton Nuclear Bomb.

"Grab a cold one boys!" RC said, a jovial hint to his voice. He stripped off his helmet, and opened a beer with a snap-hissss, and then downed the whole thing. It felt good and he needed it for what was about to become next. A race for life. More specifically him and his crews life.

He crushed the can, throwing it against the wall and set the timer.

"You sure about this boss? Might get us a bad rep with the Mando's."

RC glanced back, Jango's old worn face spearing the young whelp with his glare.

"Since when have the Raiders ever cared? This whole thing started right here, all over a Mandalore outlawing my profession. And it'll end here, with a shaped Nuclear Bomb ripping up through the palace. Now set those charges eh?"

"Aye."

Several shaped charges were set just above their heads, glue holding them firm.

RC rammed his helmet back on, burped and then grinned.

"Well here goes nothing. Bye bye Mandalores palace."

He slapped the button.​

Twenty Seconds counted down and the Quadanium box snapped shut, sealing, then opening a small hole right through the top, to direct the blast.

"NOW!"

Charges blew overhead, each opening up near a corner of the Palace. Raiders hit their jet packs flying through them up into the sky. RC was last, just as the timer ran down to ten.

He rocketed up and away, arcing high over the palace, then swerving and blasting to reach their regroup point near the docks.

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BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!​

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The blast ripped up through the sewers, right for the true pretenders city block. With the palace dead over it.​

 

[Riggs]

Location: Sundari Palace, then the city headed for the sewers
Allies: [member="Ra Vizsla"] Echoy'la Soluse ([member="Kaden Farr"], [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Narir Tracyn"]) [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]
Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Sol Damerin"]

He stood and held the sniper rifle over his chest on the sling, barrel pointed down. He preferred to use it at a distance, but a slug fired at close range into an enemy had a visceral effect upon an opponent. If that didn't work he had the slug thrower at his belt, a few grenades, and a beskar beskad. He was ready.

To the mando'ade seeing the group of youth wasn't extremely unorthodox. But to the rest of the Galaxy it would be viewed as heinous. Children soldiers were a taboo that crossed species, governments, and factions. But not for the mandos. Their culture was a warrior one. Raised by parents who were both warriors it was something that was ingrained into them. Hunters, soldiers, mercenaries the greatest of them all were the ones who wore beskar'gam, spoke mando'a, and had the T-visor helmet that haunted the Galaxy. At fourteen mando'ade became adults. But for this generation the ad'ika of the mando'ade grew up faster. Nether realm, Incursion, the destruction and death of their home world and people. The children lost their innocence before they could shave. They were feral, broken, angry, and trained from birth to become the most efficient fighting force the Galaxy knew: Mandalorian.

Woe to the enemy of such.

Moving forward his buy'ce swung lightly upon his belt as he neared the throne where Yasha and Ra were conferring. Nodding he moved to follow his unit Commander, the she-wolf from hell, until he felt a heavy hand drop into his shoulder. Raising his eyes he looked up into the benevolent and menacing face of his Mand'alor. Only two short sentences were spoken, but the words reverberated in his chest filling him with a sense of awe inspiring pride and duty. As the great Buir of the mando'ade slid the harness around his shoulders Garon spoke in a harsh gutteral voice, the first words spoken since the Desolation.

"Ner tal par val." (My blood for theirs.)

He lowered his eyes and bowed to the great figure as Ra lowered the helm over his graying head. The flash of red refected on the boy's face as he moved to follow the squad on their mission. A final glance back at the Mand'alor steered his nerves and ignited the conviction of their cause.

Pausing he listened to the whistles Yasha taught them, efficiently mimicking the sounds to ensure he had them memorized. Then the other to move out and he adjusted the harness caring the force negating creature before following. The butt braced against his shoulder her held it ready to fire from hip or to raise smoothly to line up a shot on an enemy. Stealthily and quickly the crept through the city, his comm beeping as Yasha communicated with Vilaz.

As Yasha allowed and crouched he too dropped into the shadows. Up ahead were two men at the mouth of an alley armored as vod. Yasha crept closer. Noiselessly Gar slid onto the top of the dumpster and braced the sniper rifle. They were close, closer enough that the field emulating from the lizard might reach the other men if they were force users. Placing the scope against his eye he peered through and waited for commands from their leader. Zeroing in on one of the men (Sol Damerin) he focused on the weak spots on the armor. The top of the breastplate just under the helmet, the gap between shoulder and arm, even the armored cod piece where a slug could punch through the side and make any man ... less then a man.

He was ready for the kill shots and merely waited on his Commander.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Sundari Palace
Allies: @Echoy'la [member="Solus"]e ([member="Kaden Farr"], [member="Garon Priest"], [member="Narir Tracyn"]) [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]
Enemies: @Mia Monroe [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Sol Damerin"] [member="RC 212"] @Nukes @WhiteKnightMandos

"But how'm I s'posed to pwotect you if you don't come with us?"

Ra had turned his back to his ward, silent and unshaking. He felt a fatherly affection for the girl, but knew that for her training, for their culture, only the silence of a stone could help prepare her for what it meant to be a Mandalorian.

Mand'alor remained in the backroom of the Palace, watching the Holocomms, scanning, searching, waiting.

BOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!

Fizzzzzzzzzzlllleeeeee.​

As several explosions rocked the corners of the palace, Ra prepared himself for the worst. However, voices came in over the holocomms.


"Vizsla! Ra- er, Mand'a- er, Undyin- gorramit, Ra. Come in, Ra!"

Ra shook his head. M.E.T.A. Knights. Not exactly the smartest patrols he had down in the sewers at the moment.

"Report." Manda'lor growled in return.

"You, uh, you won't believe this. We've got a nuke down here! It...it's disabled. We've parted it out, got it laying on its side down here. It looks offbrand, like they got it at an auction or something."

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Ra smacked his hand to his head. Thankfully, despite the explosions, the Palace remained fully intact.​

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What was Mia thinking?​

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Rebuilding Mandalore one nuke at a time?​

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"Looks like it was RC and his boys."​

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Oh, well then.​

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Totally makes sense, ​

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Ra thought.​

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Guy's been shooting blanks for years. What's one more. ​

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As the Mandalorian proverb goes,​

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'Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.'​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Strider Garon"]

Heading Towards Docks

"Nuke didn't go off man."

"Hmm, could've sworn it was active. Oh well. Call in the Black Falcon, take us up and out."

"You're sure?"

"Oh yeah, super. If they dodged that, I got another thing for them."

"As in?"

"You'll see. Fan out, full perimeter."

They fanned out, as RC waited for his LAAT to scream down through the skies and dust them off. Ra and his Deathwatch had magically thwarted one attempt. He wanted to see how they fared with his plan B....

 

[HK-36]

Location: Sundari Roof Tops
Allies: [member="Muad Dib"], [member="Sol Damerin"], Mando'ade
Enemies: Those who would attack him, whether they are Death Watch or the Liberators
Inventory: Alesia Combat Shield, among other things


A large shadow passed over the Sundari under siege as the news of the new attack upon the city spread quickly, however it was not this counter-attack that summoned HK there, it was beckoning of Muad Dib and his group who planned to raid a Death Watch prison and free their political prisoners. The droid met Muad and other stalwart supporters of the Mando'ade who backed neither side of the civil conflict raging through Mandalore recently, after his involvement during the attack on Keldabe when the machine escorted multiple groups of refugees seeking to escape the war under the cover of night before combat claimed them as more of their collateral causalities.

The droid was riding his trusty mount, a Mechanical Dragon, one of the newly updated droid starfighter models fielded by the Metal Lords. Gilamar and his craftsmen were not the only ones who came out recently with new design of the Besu'liisk war droids, the machine-kind used them for a long time when hidden for millenniums on the secretive planet of Mechanus. There they changed and improved the old designs over and over until the product were these draconic machines, beasts of flames and metal fused together into one deadly being.

His beast of burden lowered down in a hover onto one of the rooftops away from combat, slowing down to a stop in a trott as its large body touched down upon the hard duracrete surface with a slight slam. HK rolled off from the magnetic saddle, sliding down the Metal Dragon's back to dismount it, walking over to the edge of the rooftop. In the distance he saw [member="Gilamar Skirata"] and his own pack of Mandalorian Basilisk Droids in the distance, slightly turning to his own Droid Mount he would peer at it with one crimson eye, the beast grunting mechanically before pushing itself off and barrel rolling away, dismissed by HK to stay hidden until he needed his mount once more.


The droid agreed to come help Muad in his endeavor but he still refused to be on the frontlines of his raid, while Muad did not shared the same opinion as HK towards avoiding causalities when possible. While Muad did not stop himself from killing Death Watch soldiers, the droid would have rather avoid their patrols when possible and only fight when there was no other way, after all in his view the way to get through this Civil War was to stay out of it, not to aggravate both sides at the same time.

Instead HK would have stayed back as their vanguard, making sure there was a clear path out towards safety once they would get out with the prisoners. Previously he showed great capability at getting people out safely, without killing anyone in the process, he would have rather just do that again this time around.

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: Sundari Palace, then Sewers
Allies: [member="Ra Vizsla"] Echoy'la Soluse ([member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Garon Priest"], [member="Narir Tracyn"]) [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]
Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Sol Damerin"] @Anybody dumb enough to use nukes
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Everything happened quickly. The alarms soundes, Ra turned off to view the screens behind the throne, and Yasha was telling them they needed to leave and go find trophies. Kaden stayed quiet through it all. He nodded when he needed to and followed Yasha into the sewers. They were going to change locations for some reason, and Kaden didn't care. He just wanted to kill some of the insurgants who though they could take the palace. This was a counter strike to what the Death Watch had already done.

They were crouched. The shadows were their friend. Kaden trained the sights of his balster rifle onto [member="Muad Dib"]. With both men covered Yasha would be able to go crazy on them if she wanted to. This was their unit, and Yasha was their commander. It was an odd thing to think that as children they were already forming their own squadron. They would be effective, and they would strike with precision. It wasn't a matter of proving themselves, they had already done that. Today was about testing their limits, and determining how much of a warrior each of them were.

Kaden tapped on Yasha's shoulder. When he had her attention, he signaled that the two men were both covered by fire if needed. She could proceed, or they could wait. The order was hers to give.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Above Sundari City
Allies: [member="Muad Dib"]

Inside his stealth ship, the Black Mercury, Darth Kentarch watched the battle unfold bellow with interest. The tide of battle shifted with each passing moment. Although it seemed now that Death Watch held the advantage, if Ra emerged victorious it could spell trouble for force users across the galaxy.

His attention shifted to his communicator. A signal sent from the planet below, incognito, The Sith Lord smirked at the message. "Take us in." He said to the droid piloting the stealth ship. He would link up with his ally planet-side, this was his operation, although the odds were not good. Mandalorians were not the usual muppets when it came to fighting, and Kentarch wondered if he had grown complacent with the typical gutter trash he fought in the outer rim.

His ship dropped him off just outside the city. As a master of infiltration, Kentarch was able to slip into Sundari City with ease. His typical black robed figured moved from shadow to shadow, alley to alley, and cover to cover, without drawing the attention of anyone unwanted. Finally after moving across another street he came to Maud's ragtag group of soldiers.

He recognized Muad's force presence, so he stepped out into the open for him to see. "You know if we go through with this, we may not make it out of here." He warned Muad.

 

[Not Ordo]

Location: Sewers
Objective: Neutralize Military Targets with non-nuclear weapons.
Concerned Parties: [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="RC 212"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Kix Tal'Verda"] [member="Daral Tal'Verda"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]

Kal slipped from his position and began dialing in his HUD. Multiple blips on the heads-up-display had gone out, his comms were spotty this far under the thick duracrete surface, and unless rats had gotten good at disarming detonators, he wasn't alone anymore.. He slung his rifle cross body and pulled a shatter pistol from his hip.

His old mismatched armor was a good fit for the sewers, the mix of colors, and designs were just right for the environment but could it survive a concentrated assaukt by Ori'rammikade? No, he was a scout/sniper, not a walking tank.

He moved toward a corner and tracked a team coming who had their comms set to a frequency he had not seen the Death Watch use, they may not have been the brightest bunch, but they were consistent.

He put up a hand and pushed at the barrel of an older model rifle as it came around the corner and aimed his shatter gun ready to fire. He paused not seeing Death Watch markings and stepped back. He kept his shatter pistol aimed at the being and wanted to tell him he was lucky Kal felt particularly restrained.

He put a finger up to his faceplate to signal full comm silence and pointed down the long tunnel he had been intending to go down. He checked his HUD again and activated thermal vision mode before he looked to see that there were only 7 of ten detonators left. The Death Watch must have been disarming as they went.

He picked a detonator under the far side of the place and set it for two minutes as he began moving down the tunnel. He was ready to leave, now.

 

[Alleycat]

Location: Orbit above Dome
Allies: DW [member="Quell Rook"] [member="Atiniir Starrider"] [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Lok Munin"]
Enemies: Mia's Dar'manda Followers [member="Talise Skirata"] [member="Vila Sayne"] [member="Magnus Deshra"]
Ra'gr-class Superiority Starfighter (1) squadron
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Cinara Vencu had to beg, borrow, and steal from her circle of friends to cobble together a squadron of starfighters to aid Death Watch in their fight against the Hut'uun as [member="Mia Monroe"]- the Liberator was referred to as now. How any reasoned brother or sister of Mandalore could follow or back the crazed woman who murdered millions of their own was beyond her. The Undying was the current Sole Ruler unless his end came, challenged or unchallenged. From what she'd heard, he was a hard kill. Hence, the strongest shall be Mand'alor.

The cousin of [member="Kad Tor"] and [member="Briika Tor"]-Munin had not been around when [member="Ra Vizsla"] had rallied the clans before for the crusades against the One Sith and Galactic Republic. No, the pilot/engineer had been deep in the Outback mucking around on a freighter, but now Cinara was back living up to the six tenets once again. It had been much too long too since the Resol'nare had been a daily part of her life. It was easy to slip up when away. The deaths of her aunt and uncle, Kara and Solus Tor, though had brought Cinara to her senses and back into the fold of the Mando'ade. It wasn't quite the homecoming she'd envisioned after setting course for her homeworld once clear of the Outer Rim hell hole - okay it wasn't that bad, but.... Nonetheless duty and honor to fellow vode and aliit would rule the day now that she was home.

Decanting from hyperspace, twelve X-wing styled starfighters reverted to real space near the fray with their 4x-Phantom Short Range Signal Jammers activated. By doing this, it was an attempt to blend the Ra'gr starfighters with the signals and signatures around them, hoping to befuddle readings and hide their ships. Well, at least till they were able to lance down at the other fighters and bombers that were going for the dome and beyond if successful in breeching it.

Coming from high with the sun as their shield, the Tal'galaare or Bloodhawks dove down with precision as the bird they were named for would upon their prey, which were plentiful; maybe too many, but time would only tell.

Bloodhawk One's aiming reticule went red and a target-lock filled the honey blonde's ears in her brushed brass and maroon buy'ce. She tightened on the trigger and launched a torpedo at an approaching fighter. Switching to lasers, Cinara linked all four, then steel blue orbs keenly picked another target quickly. She flashed into range on the second and let it have a full burst of laser fire.

 

[Narir Tracyn]

Location: Sundari Sewers to Sundari Streets
Allies: Echoy'la Soluse | [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Insurgents and other peeps | [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Sol Damerin"]

Narir was almost to the palace. He moved quickly through the sewers, the sunlight streaming through the sewer grates lighting his way as he jogged along, flame carbine gripped tightly in his hands. This was his kind of place; in close quarters, there were few weapons more lethal than a flamethrower. He was reaching the final few stretches when suddenly he heard voices coming from above him. He stopped, looking up through a grate as the sound drifted down. He didn't recognize the voices, but thought he should probably check them out. If they were Death Watch soldiers, he might be able to get news of the battle in the skies.

When Narir clambered up the manhole ladder, he saw a group of men dressed in Death Watch armor standing at the mouth of an alley. Initially he was pleased. But, something struck him as wrong. The men were facing towards the palace, not away from it. It seemed as if the direction they were heading was towards the palace. Why would Death Watch soldiers be heading towards the palace? All of them should be commiting to the defense, per Mand'alor's orders. Narir was a practical sort of child; he didn't know, so he assumed the worst.

Sliding himself out of the sewers, he silently shifted behind some trash cans in the alleyway. He would watch these men, observe them. There were several, less than a dozen, but all armored and armed. Those were odds he did not wish to attempt to overcome. Like a prowling manka cat, Narir waited for just the right moment to strike.

 

[Rapax]

Location: with @Muad Dib [member="Sol Damerin"] and now [member="Darth Kentarch"]

He didn't at first want to participate in this little civil war between Mandalorian clans but that hasn't stopped him before and this time he even gets to play the part with a few coworkers of his who even provided him the needed armor to fit as a Mandalorian so no fingers can be pointed to anyone but the Death watch who are in this war, Fortunately as a gurlanin he could hide his force connection easily to avoid being a target due to there ....new policy regarding force users but that mattered not for now it was a simple stick with the others and try not to face opposition that could cause problems. He made sure his gear was hidden and easy access in case the need presents itself for now all that mattered was continuing what they where doing before this war jumps out of control that they might have to leave before doing what they can do. He paid some attention to Kentarch that showed up to join them

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: in the city headed for the prison
Allies: [member="Sol Damerin"] [member="Rapax"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Darth Kentarch"]
Enemies: any who attack, potentially [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Kaden Farr"] @Garon Pries [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]


Closing his eyes he sighed. Already they had gained attention. He felt the watchful eyes through the force as well as several voids in the force. Not the start to the mission he had original foreseen. Rolling his shoulders under the Death Watch armor he contemplated his options while silently craving a deathstick. They could attack those around and let the osik storm begin, but that would mean their objective would most likely not have a chance to be completed. On the other hand they were camouflaged in Death Watch armor, hadn't done anything to gain undue attention, and could potentially have orders from either the Mand'alor, Commander, or subcommander.

Looking at Sol with their features concealed by the helmets he chose option two. The external speakers were still activated and so he spoke through them calmly and clearly referring to the orders from the previous owners of the armor they wore.

"Well Haran, we better go. We have formed up and it's our honor to serve Ra the Undying. Any man who comes back from the dead, takes a slug to the chest, then still leads the attack a few days later isn't a man. He's a god."

Restraining the chuckle and bile that his words caused within he smacked his armor gauntlet into Sol's chest plate and began moving for one of the exits that lead out of the dome. The prison rested near the general direction he had turned. He hated to turn his back to unseen potential enemies, but seeing that they had done nothing to be confronted, let alone attacked, he felt pretty confident that he had made the right decision.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: Sundari city streets
Allies: [member="Muad Dib"]
Enemies: Just about anyone he encountered

They say war is hell, if that were so then he was Demon Lord. Well certainly without the helm hiding his features, he would certainly look the part without any doubt. But he was not here to earn praise or fame, he was here because a certain young man asked for his help and fickle muse called the Force indicated that this was where chaos needed to spread.

So Daxton was clad in disguise, a stealth mission with total deniability, no chance to use the Force. Or at least no one living to bear witness to his use of the Force. A challenge he relished indeed as he carefully stuck to the shadows, dodging patrols of troops when he could, picking off stragglers with a pair of wicked beskad blades alchemically treated to carry toxins along their edge.

His task was simple really, the sabotage of the energy generators supporting the prisons shields. He already sprayed a fast acting acid over the generators circuitry, and in moments the power would go out. Then he would join the rest in storming and liberating the prison. Clicking on the guard channel he whispered the words to signal he was in place and about to move. “Ravens in Flight....”

He just hoped the others were in place because he had no plans to storm a prison by himself.

 

[Mia Monroe]

Location: Docks
Allies: [member="Alkesh"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"]
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Marev Priest"] [member="Kad Tor"]

She smirked beneath her helmet at the slight fear in Alkesh’s voice. “So get off.” she retorted. Ahead of them the gates began to open and a stream of war droids began to charge and take to the skies. “Sooner rather than later, because in less than a minute, you will lose your window of opportunity.”

The rumble of marching feet, the roar of bes’uliik engines, the whine and crack of weapons opening fire and the roar of twenty thousand men, unflinching and fearless in their attack despite the force of war droids coming towards them, all the noise that came with a battle seemed to stop. Silence pressed in from all sides as A’den and Mia identified their target. She took a breath, exhaled slowly through her lips.

“Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur.” she murmured.

The noise of the battle rushed back to her, a cacophony of screaming engines and fire that flashed past too close for comfort. A’den twisted and weaved to avoid being hit, droid and rider becoming one as the fell into the rhythm of the battle, his nose lighting up as he punched holes into an oncoming enemy, the body of the targeted bes’uliik sinking towards the ground crushing troops beneath it.

They straightened up, and she found Strider in her sights. “Let’s settle old scores shall we.”

 

[Sol Damerin]

Location: In the city headed to the prison
Allies: Apparently these guys [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Rapax"] | @ Darth Kentarch | [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: Still technically no one but evidently some crazy ass kids are looking at him funny

They were joined by two more Force wielders in death watch armour. Sol didn't know them but they struck him as the kind of people who wore hoods a lot. He never quite understood why so many Force wielders wore hoods. There was probably some reason to it he didn't quite grasp. Either that or they thought it made them look mysterious and cool. He could buy that Force wielders wanted to project that kind of self-image, he did it himself sometimes.

Like Muad, he'd sensed that they were being watched. Well, thank the Force his poker face was legendary and that he didn't really need to act much different from normal. So when Muad said all that kark about going off to fight the good fight Sol's response was to nod. "Indeed vod. For the glory of Ra." Sol's flat monotone of a voice could be taken for utterly sincere or utterly sarcastic, he was honestly hard to tell but it sounded right coming out of that expressionless helmet. Turning he to started towards the prison.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

Sundari Streets - Mandalore​

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The Mandalorian Civil War seemed to attract almost anyone and everyone from the furthest corners of the galaxy. From Mandalorians themselves, poor excuses for Mandalorians, Sith Lords and Mercenaries. It was a confusing mix that only added to the poorly blended pot. As for the Empire's favorite Bounty Hunter: Koda Fett? He was just on another hunt, though he was inside and not out, but of course he figured, "The Death Watch won't hold those docks forever now will they?" As such, he found himself somewhere close enough to them yet far enough away to not be involved directly in that conflict. Perched up high in what was left of some tower, it wasn't the largest but it was large enough to get an advantageous view. With a sniper in his grip, he leaned up against the wall whilst his carbine was slung over his shoulder. No doubt uncomfortable, but with experience came the willingness to overcome such a thing. Something Fett had plenty of. Beneath his T-shaped visor he glanced about, watching the patrols through the small slit that kept him hidden for hours.

Throughout the hours he had spent in this tower he saw men that didn't quite belong, infiltrators, fortunately for them it was him in this tower and not the Death Watch Sniper that previously resided here. His scope may have trained on them, but the trigger was never pulled - "No price on your heads." He had murmured to himself as he witnessed them, leaving them to their own devices to cause whatever degree of destruction it was. Koda would soon find out.

Shooting a glance to his left, he was able to see a holographic display of what appeared to be the entrance of this tower. The kind of tool that proved useful to anyone in a hidden position that was easy to compromise. Now all he had to do was wait, The Liberator would come and he would be waiting. For only those who remain independent in wars can truly prosper, there was always money to be made from the lives of others. It was unfortunate he lacked the grit to pledge his allegiance to one side, even the very one he deemed best, it was quite possible he could do some good, in fact it was certain. Although there were only two things that mattered to Koda Fett; credits, and a reputation.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Sewers
Allies: Death Watch ([member="Briika Tor"], [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Tal Vizsla"], [member="Daral Tal'Verda"],
Enemies: Supporters of Nuking Mandalore ([member="Kix Tal'verda"], [member="Kal Ordo"])

Spoiler

• Armor
• Beskad
• Rifle
• Pistols (x2)
• Knife
• Stun Grenade (x2)
• EMP Grenade (x2)
• Concussion Grenade (x1)
• Thermal Detonator (x1)

"I don't plan for us to go out in this sewer, cyar'ika," the Munin said lightly to his beloved wife in their private comms as they walked in the dirty, gross corridors of Sundari's sewers, "besides, I got other plans for us." It would really be a stank if someone, Mandalorian or not, went out that way. That'd be an awful way to leave one's legacy after being deceased. A grand warrior dying in the sewers. The way he wanted to go out was by age and retirement, but that would be up to the Manda if he deserved such a fate; however, he would argue against the gods of old in being buried in this stink hole.

"Acknowledged, Daral," the warlord replied back to one of the warriors that he assigned to his own squad.

A pack of rats scurried across the duracrete floor in which the Akaan didn't mind and kept on his path. He had more respect for a rat than these insurgents that dare call themselves Mandalorian. That was how low they were in his eyes. Damned, foul beings that needed to be purged from this plane and be sent to the depths of hell.

The sensors placed tactically around the the underground sewers went off as they started to pick out foreign movement that was declared as an enemy. Then there was explosions coming from afar. These sewers could lead up to the Palace in which Ra resided in and there was defenses placed near it and in some choke points.

"Amateurs," the warrior commented aloud in response to the explosions. Sloppy work that seemed odd. Why would they give off their position? Unless they had something in mind, but he would respond by chasing it. "Forward, men, but be cautious and smart. There might be some detonators lying around, too. Stay away from them if you spot one. We've disarmed some of them, but I'm not going to take any chances. Fight hard and smart" he ordered as they marched, their weapons ready and senses high with their body systems sensible with everything going on. Vilaz led point of his squad with his soulmate behind him. The rest of the squads filled out in every corridor they possibly could. Their HUDs and sensors built into their helmets would inform them of what was ahead of them.

And the only thing ahead of them was war.​