Civil War: Counter Strike | Mandalorians

[HK-36]

Location: Sundari City Streets


[member="Rena Namadi"], [member="Garon Priest"],


The shots from Rena and Garon rung out, speeding through the skies towards the black figure speeding away in the air using jets, couple of them connecting, causing it to whirl and spin wildly as the black cloth it was wrapped in caught flames and begun to burn. The being's fall however would not be seen as with a trail of smoke and roar of jets the figure sped off into an alley, disappearing between beings with the clamor of trash bins and other rubbish clattering aside.



Meanwhile the real HK,

Slid down another railing, wrapped up in his chameleon cloak to mask his movements and presence as he hurried out of the apartment building, loosing his sniper rifle as he wrapped it in various pillows, added some brooms, and snuggled it all up in black clothing before attaching a portable variant of the Leovi Jetsystems to create a decoy, piloting it remotely while using the scope on the rifle as a camera.

Passing through various windows on his way down he could see that while his shot against [member="Muad Dib"] connected, the plan did not come into fruition as for whatever reason the Kid Watch decided to still attack the group of soldiers in Death Watch armor who were just shot at by an insurgent sniper. If it wasn't actually Muad and others, that would make a quite the messy blunder.

New plan, trust me, this one might work, it might not, but it will probably get you out of here one way or the other.

HK sent back another encrypted transmission to Muad.



Escaping from the apartment building the droid made sure he was still wrapped in his stealth cloak, using the large claws on his foot to lift himself up slightly and distribute the pressure, avoiding leaving any significant footprints in any dust piles as his sound dampeners kept him silent.

As the fight in the streets erupted and Muad was being tossed around avoiding sniper fire, things on HK's part weren't that exciting, it was mostly climbing, jumping, and running while stealthed to avoid detection as he closed the distance in. There were two things that the droid was really good at, staying hidden, which so far worked out for him pretty well, and theatrics. And he was about to put his theatrical skills to the test.


[member="Sol Damerin"], [member="Rapax"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Narir Tracyn"], [member="Yasha Mantis"],


"Oya!"

A boisterous electronically filtered voice suddenly erupted from above the group, proclaiming as the droid propelled himself down to the ground just as Muad lifted up his revolver and took aim towards [member="Kaden Farr"], with the way too young to still be on a field of battle child finding that a mountain of armor would land in front of him with a heavy thud of his mass hitting and probably cracking the duracrete between them.

As the shots run out HK raised the Phrik tower shield he had on his back below his cloak, arming himself with it before jumping down, to capture Muad's shots aimed at the child, creating a thick barrier of Phrik in front of Kaden. Of course any counter attacks Kaden might have had planned would probably be disrupted by the Phrik plate in front of him as well, not to mention the tall and slender body covered in what looked to be armor made of blackened flesh covered in thick dark chitinous plates fashioned into the design of ancient Mandalorian Crusader suits. The thick heavy black cloak the machine wore might have also fall down over Kaden like a curtain and block his line of sight.

"Kote! Kandosii sa ka'rta, Vode an!"

The droid sounded out as he armed himself with a Spear of Rae, pressing its button the Phrik-tipped Force pike would extend outward fully, with its pointed end aimed at Muad Dib. The droid however made no move forward to attack Muad, at least not yet, instead standing as a protective wall shielding one of the child soldiers.

 

[Narir Tracyn]

Location: Sundari Streets
Allies: Death Watch | [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Garon Priest"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Enemies: Others | [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Sol Damerin"]

When a soldier came under direct fire for the first time, one of two things happened. Either they were forged strong, charging into battle with a war cry and a hail of blaster fire, or they were forged weak, and cowered behind their cover screaming for their mothers. To his credit, Narir did not choose option two. But, he also wasn't too much of an idiot to choose option one either. When the duracrete shattered above his head, Narir stayed down, calm and cool as a Hoth glacier. It was a sniper. His best option was to move, to throw his attacker off. But then, he heard the sounds of combat, and one long, low whistle. His heart stopped, his eyes narrowed, and his teeth clenched.

Yasha had given the signal. They had agreed on it after their last mission. Its meaning was simple and direct, a command made for a child by a child. In short, it meant: "Bring the heat, and bring it now." Narir was happy to oblige. He broke from his cover, sniper be damned, and raced for the end of the alley. Rolling the last meter or so he came up on his feet, personal shield activated and flame carbine aimed directly at Muad and his pack. Blaster fire and sniper slugs slammed into the Death Watch imposter; the Echoy'la Soluse were doing their work. Yasha was clear; Narir had a clear line of fire. His finger tensed on the trigger as he prepared to fire, then he stopped. A hulking figure in battle armor landed amongst the imposters. Ra Viszla, Mand'alor the Undying.

Narir was momentarily stunned, until Muad Dib fired on Ra. Anger rose in the young Mando'ade, and he swung the barrel of his flame carbine towards the man who dared fire upon his Mand'alor.

"Hettir dayn!" he yelled as he depressed the trigger, sending a column of pure white hot flame coursing towards Muad.

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

Location: Skies of Sundari
Allies: [member="Aryn Spar"]
Enemies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

As Atiniir flew into the battle, he got one little bit of luck: he was at the back. Never before had the young Mandalorian seen the sheer firepower of a Basilisk war droid. When he did, he understood why they were the signature mounts of the Mandalorian clans. Atiniir knew how to use a jetpack, but it took every bit of skill he had to evade the fire of the droids. A lot of his comrades were not so lucky. But, Atiniir could not let the droids scare him. He had a job to do, and he was going to do it. Basiliks were tough, but they had one weakness: they had a pilot.

The first one Atiniir landed on, the pilot shouted out and fired his sidearm. The bolts bounced off Atiniir's personal shield, and with a single blast of his wrist-mounted repulsor he sent the pilot flying from his saddle. He leaped free, dodging several shots, and unloaded his flamethrower into a second pilot before firing a series of pulses from his wrist blaster at a third. All the while his face remained set behind his visor.

Narir would not lose another family member today.

 

[Silas Mantis]

Location: Docks
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Kade Kelborn"], Tal'rekr Supercommandos
Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"], dar'manda traitors

He made good on his word.

Taking the less more careful approach Silas simply squeezed the trigger, the lance fired off a blast that sailed forward and caught his target clean in the head, taking it from the dar'manda's shoulders and sending him tumbling from his mount. The shot was one of many that was hurled between the two rapidly closing forces. Under his buy'ce he smiled grimly as his heart pounded heavily in the final seconds before the armies clashed.

Silas wasn't like Preliat or Yasha in the eyes of most, he wasn't angry like them to someone who didn't know him, they often thought of him as a watered down version of the Wolf of Mandalore. But they were wrong. The Young Wolf's anger wasn't as visible, yes, but that was because he kept it hidden right below the surface, until now. The forces smashed against each other and Silas put the tip of his lance into a traitor, roaring with righteous fury as he lifted the traitor from her mount and flung her away to be trampled in the chaos.

Aditya's parting gift made using the lance all too easy as he brought the lance into the belly of another victim whilst his basilisk screamed, its shrill cry perhaps indicative of its age. Despite its age the war droid wrought death among the enemy, cutting any it could to ribbons with its cannons. Jerking on the controls Silas pivoted the droid and ran the superheated tip through another war droid, fluid and sparks spurting out of the deep puncture. Rather than fall however, the rider leapt at Silas with beskad in hand, letting out a war cry as he flung himself at Silas.

Matching the roar of his enemy Silas released the grip of his lance momentarily, and promptly punched his desperate opponent. Once this would've been stupid, now it was perfectly reasonable. The mechanized limb caught the dar'manda across the faceplate of his buy'ce, snapping his neck in an instant as well as hurtling him numerous feet back and to the ground. Ripping the lance free Silas failed to even flinch as his droid snapped around to blow an opportunistic foe from their mount as they tried to run Silas through while his back was turned. It seemed his mount had some regard for honor among warriors.

His eyes darted back and forth for prey amongst the chaos, not an easy kill like the ones he'd slain already and continued to do so, running down several more as he and the others weaved through the chaos. Finally he set his sites on one man, [member="Alkesh"]. "TRAITOR!" He roared above the cacophony, fury boiling in his veins as if the stranger had personally wronged him, which he and everyone who stood with Monroe had by standing with the false ruler who had made her home bleed. To Silas, every one of them was as guilty for his family's suffering as Mia herself, and they would suffer for their wrongdoings. He charged the man, lance lowered and aimed for the chest, hoping to punch the superheated tip through the bastard and be done with it. Then he could move on to the woman who's mount he rode on alongside his commander.

Or perhaps he'd put up a good fight and make things interesting, but there was only one way to find out.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

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Location: Above Biodome of Sundari
Enemies: [member="Lok Munin"] [member="Aryn Spar"]
Allies: [member="Vila Sayne"] [member="Magnus Deshra"] [member="Atin Kandossii"] [member="Darren Onyx"]

He heard metal scrape against metal. The old man and the war droid both grunted. Again these Mandalorians were trying to pull solid armored plating made of one of the strongest materials in the Galaxy as if it were plasteel sheets. The Mandalorian would simply do what cats did. Scratch. Unluckily for him that is what Atin was also about to start doing while also speeding up as the group moved closer towards the massive dome. Its massive claw reached underneath, reaching and grasping for any sign of life.

"Enough, their fuel's probably running out soon. All wings prepare for high speed bombing run." Another unlucky moment for their unlucky stowaway. The wings of the ancient war droid opened up fully, allowing the engines of the mighty beast to roar with renewed vigor. His body began to vibrate as they picked up speed. 300, 350, 400. At over 600 kilometers per hour several tons of solid beskar barreled at the biodome. Ahead of him were some of the newer models, faster than the ancient beast he rode. Unintentionally the droids ripped through fighters that weren't smart enough to get out of their way. Gil couldn't risk opening his own bomb bay with a Death Watch Mandalorian set firmly on the belly of his beast, even if he was holding on for dear life. So instead he headed right for the dome. He hoped Death Watch liked red. Because the Biodome of Sundari was about to get a new paintjob.

The smart thing to do at this point would have been for his stowaway to do would be to use his jetpack to make a quick getaway. The sand was much more comfortable than being a splatter on a Mandalorian Biodome.

 

[Sol Damerin]

Location: In the city
Allies: [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Rapax"] @Daxton Bane [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: He still doesn't think of anyone as his enemy, but the number of people trying to kill him is increasing at an alarming rate

Things were happening rather quickly but starting from the most relevant point. HK-36 opens fire on the party to try and convince the kids that they are legitimate Death Watch. This didn't work but Sol had been determined to sell the illusion. So he'd started running for cover the moment that the blaster bolts started firing. This meant that when [member="Yasha Mantis"] went for her hamstringing attack she was going after a full grown man sprinting away. While she was undoubtedly fast for her age, she also stopped to whistle an attack order which negated the advantage she had in acceleration speed. Her attack manages to knick one of his armoured boots and might have drawn some blood, but it didn't go to the bone.

[member="Garon Priest"] 's attack meets with marginally more success. Sol was just ducking behind cover when the shot cracked off and it sliced into the joint of the armour between thigh and codpiece. It was a deep graze leaving a burning, bleeding gouge in his flesh. "Karking ankle biting little bantha poodoo wankers." Looking over his shoulder to see who is attacking them, he sees kids. Bloody kids. Well, he really had to wonder how a guy like [member="Ra Vizsla"] thought of himself as the good guy in his own mind, when apparently he had kids running around with guns. For a half-second, he'd thought they might be insurgents, but the little girl screaming at him about how he should be pissed at Mia Monroe indicated that it wasn't the case.

"I don't even know what people are killing each other over. I'm just trying to stop the karking genocide or mental castration of people who just so happen to be born with The Force and didn't want to abandon their families because some nerf herder doesn't like Force wielders." He says, pretty sure no one can hear him even though he is shouting. Honestly, he may have gotten Muad to agree to a fairly ridiculous price for this but he wouldn't have agreed if he hadn't thought it was a good cause. Now he was getting attacked by psycho murder brats who should be at home with their parents, well apparently those were dead, but they should at least be far away from a kriffing warzone.

Then a bunch of buildings are being torn down with the force to crush the kids. "WHAT THE KARK ARE YOU DOING!?" He yells at his companions wondering just why in the blue blazes his allies were trying to kill kids. They were kids, they might have guns but seriously just kids. Looking over he see's Muad being peppered with blaster fire and deciding this poodoo wasn't going to do he pokes his head out pokes at the wrist thingy on his armour and launches a grappling hook. At about that time some giant nerf herder in red armour landed down the street from Sol's cover.

That was the Ra guy, what kind of general leaves his command tent in the middle of the civil war to deal with street skirmish. On the one hand, hey save the kids that showed some sense of responsibility which was good. On the other hand, he really should have sent someone else. Their group wasn't even trying to stop his stupid regime. Well, maybe wasting his time on them would cost the bigoted nerf herder the battle.

The grappling hook latches to Muad's amour just as a kid tries to light him on fire. Bracing his foot against the wall Sol hauls Muad backward triggering his jet back to send them launching down the street and out of the radius of the lizard squirrels. "RUN DUMBASSES, FOCUS ON THE MISSION." He roars as they go hurtling down the street, he probably shouldn't be doing low to the ground flying with a jetpack he barely knew how to use and was definitely not rated to carry two people. Brightside, it was working downside Muad was being dragged along the rubble-strewn ground so that probably hurt.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Sundari City Streets
Allies: DW Echoy'la Soluse (@Yasha Mantis [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Garon Priest"] [member="Narir Tracyn"]) [member="Rena Namadi"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]

Enemies: [member="Rapax"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="HK-36"][member="Sol Damerin"]


[member="Sol Damerin"] thought that a girl had to stop moving to whistle. He also thought that killing children was bad. It was. For an eight year old child to take up arms was a horrific and terrible thing. Yet, the Mantis cub had no choice. [member="Aditya Mantis"] and her little brother were dead. The girl knew her missing Buir [member="Preliat Mantis"], Ba'vodu [member="Silas Mantis"] and her Guardian [member="Ra Vizsla"] would be next. If she wanted to live, she couldn't stay by and watch others fight for her survival. Yasha knew in her bones she had to protect her friends and loved ones. No one else would. Those who battled against the Death Watch for the horror of the name, saw in Yasha Mantis a direct representation of why the Death Watch fought so vehemently for the soul and survival of the Mando'ade. If those of [member="Mia Monroe"]'s ilk were gone, Yasha could return to a childhood where she could play and sleep at night safe from harm.





Yasha's blade came back with blood on it, and the fact made the girl grin. First blood. He would make a worthy opponent for the child whose life was lived predominantly in the Netherworld. Hell was no place for a child to grow up. A nuclear wasteland was no place for a child either.





"The only person committing gene-geniqua-genomasissy is [member="Mia Monroe"]! Forcies keep blowing us up!" Yasha rolled her eyes under her colourful goggles. "We jus' want them to leave us alone! Whoever gave you your intel-ima-gensies sucks sour irli!"





The next second, @Darth Katarch thought the best policy he had was crushing her under buildings. The automated emergency subroutine in Yasha's HUD flashed with a red mark. It was the safest spot, a pocket beside a slab of duracrete. Yasha dove and covered her head, as the building's wreckage tore down upon her diminutive back. The debris dug into her back and arm. She cuddled down as small as she could, feeling the sting of a gash on her upper arm. Yasha wouldn't cry. She wouldn't whimper or freak out. Mama taught her better. Sound meant death in Hell.





"Real Death Watch?" Yasha grunted and shimmied, shutting her eyes and covering her head as more debris fell in the spot she'd been. She curled in the fetal position, panting as a rock fell on her leg. Her mother's voice whispered in her ear as it had Yasha's entire life. 'Be quiet, be secret, be safe. When in pain? Stow it, don't show it'. What else could a mother do, when her daughter was a toddler and they lived on the border of the Blood Plains? Yasha whimpered and kicked with her foot, until the debris shifted and she shimmied toward the light.





"Real Death Watch..." She mumbled, crawling upward, pushing with her one good leg, hacking at debris with her tomahawk, when she had the room. Coughing as a plume of dust filtered through her open mouth and nose. The ad'ika wiggled free, on the side of the debris, a slash of crimson trailing down her cheek, and arm. Her leg felt funny, sharp and hard to stand on. She rubbed it on the back of her other arm, and pointed her tomahawk at [member="Darth Kentarch"].





"Your bum bum is mine!" That was, until [member="Muad Dib"] levelled his pistol at [member="Kaden Farr"] and [member="Ra Vizsla"]. Until Ra came down from the dome. Until Narir set the place ablaze. Her task wasn't to ensure glory or add to an already staggering personal kill count. She needed to protect her friends. Yasha stumbled to her knee, eyes scanning for her squad.





"Kade! Gar! Nar!" She whistled to regroup, vengeance could wait, Yasha needed her friends safe. Sheathing her tomahawk, Yasha grabbed her pistol, and fired at the pieces of debris around [member="Garon Priest"].





"[member="Narir Tracyn"]! Cover us!" Yasha lunged for her friends, watching [member="HK-36"]'s farce. The girl worked to extricate them, keeping her gaze on the fight and shooting where she needed to survive.

 

[Sal Katarn]

The Docks

A shadow slipped through the battlefield, between the strewn corpses, their limbs bent at odd angles like broken marionettes; skulking past the smoking wreckage of basilisk hulks; floating along on repulsor skates over ground drenched in blood and oil.

Basilisk engines roared overhead. Kade pursed his lips, breath bated beneath his helmet.

A shape fell from the sky and slammed into the ground in front of him with a thud and the crunch of breaking bones. Kade froze, then slowly craned his head to look up at the mounted warriors jousting it out.

Above, he spotted a Death Watch rider, [member="Silas Mantis"], headed straight for two riders on a basilisk mount.

"Enhance."

The HUD activated macrobinocs and zoomed in on the riders. Kade narrowed his eyes.

"Well what do you know."

[member="Alkesh"] | [member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Sundari City Streets
Allies: [member="Muad Dib"]
Enemies: Death Watch

At this point too much had transpired. Between everyone shooting at everyone, child combatants, friendly fire, Kentarch had officially no clue what was going on. Maud fell under fire, and Ra's fighters seemed to surround them, with several of Muad's men trying to withdraw from this firefight.

I need a moment to breath. Something was wrong, he felt heavy, as if his age had finally caught up to him. The Sith Lord tried to reach out with the force, but he could no longer sense it. Then it struck him, Ysalamir. [member="Ra Vizsla"] had landed behind him, and he very likely had one of those lizards squirrels strapped to his back. Brandishing a spear the Mandalore threatened for the Sith Lord to leave immediately.


"I think we both know whats really gonna happen here." Reaching down to his waist he drew his sword Nightfall. He slipped his right hand's index finger through the cross-guard ring to give him the control he needed to wield the blade. "If you have it in you Ra. Make me leave."

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Sundary City Streets
Allies: DW @Echoy'la Soluse @Yasha Mantis [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Garon Priest"] [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="Rena Namadi"] @Ra Vizsla [member="Calico Tal'verda"]
Enemies: [member="Rapax"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Muad Dib"] @HK-36 @Sol Damerin


Ra side-stepped with ease, the shots of Muad flinging wildly into the air, before turning back to the Aruteii and the children. "Yasha," He called out to the children.

"Children. Leave here at once."

Mand'alor's voice was very serious. There was no time to play into the girl's wild attention span. Ra had to deal with this here and now, as there were bigger concerns to be handled. Specifically, the fight for the soul of Mandalore.

What were these... foreigners doing here?

Some guy, some person, some thing, was mentally crying out in the distance. It was all very weird. Damn Forcers. Their corruption swathed over Manda'yaim like a tidal wave of sewage. All invited into the fold by Mia's unraveling. Mandalore was rife with chaos, and these men seemingly saw fit to take advantage of it. Unlucky for them all, then, that they had crossed paths with the children Ra had just sent to seek shelter. Did these men work specifically for Mia? Had she sought more Forcers, more corruption to aid her in her attempted coup of Manda'yaim? How far she had sunken to precipice her war with these men. How far had she sunken to wage her war without invoking the rites of Mandalore's mantle. To challenge. As all before her had.

It was disgusting, really.

And as they screamed, as they begged, as they cried out for mercy - Ra would see that they were delivered none. Only Mandalorian justice. It's all that was deserved. Forcers ruined everything. Manda'yaim. Sundari. Keldabe. Even turned Katlayadr against him. She had been one of his finest lieutenants, one of Ra's greatest. To watch her fall so far...

This corruption was unyielding. Ra would answer in kind.

"If you have it in you Ra. Make me leave."​

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The man had barely finished his sentence before Ra's spear can cleaving down towards the man's head.​

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...Ra's ysalamir chirped.​

 

[Darren Onyx]

Location: Sundari City Streets
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"] and the Rebels // [member="Rapax"] // [member="Darth Kentarch"] // [member="Muad Dib"] // [member="HK-36"] // [member="Sol Damerin"]
Enemies: [member="Ra Vizsla"] and his Loyalists // [member="Yasha Mantis"] // [member="Kaden Farr"] // [member="Garon Priest"] // [member="Narir Tracyn"] // [member="Rena Namadi"] // [member="Calico Tal'verda"]

Onyx spent the next several minutes sprinting between buildings, between all the cover this domed city could provide. With the fighting growing with every second, he sought to avoid any unnecessary contact.​

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As he rounded a corner he could sense his target growing closer and closer. Each step he took was a step closer to Ra. Finally he saw him, Ra. However there was plenty going on in his vicinity. Children were fighting alongside him, everyone was fighting each other. The Mand'alor was shouting commands, cursing those he crushed beneath him. What a sight it was. However a few children wouldn't get in his way, no. This was his moment, his legacy was going to be forged in the blood that Ra Vizsla spilled.​

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There was too much going on for a straight attack. He decided to do something a little different. Closing his eyes he focused all he could on his appearance. His connection to the Force wasn't what it used to be, but he wasn't in combat at the moment. He could close his eyes and really tap into his connection to bend the Force to his will. After seconds passed, Onyx opened his eyes.​

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He smirked and moved forward. Yet he was gone from sight. His sinister cloak of shadows, a power he learned years ago on Dathomir, would allow him to walk right up to Vizsla without anyone seeing him. Of course the minute he attacked he would reappear, and the true fight would begin.​

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However he couldn't help but give a sinister grin as he slowly, methodically, made his way towards his target. Ra would be his or he'd die trying.​

 

[Darth Kentarch]

Location: Sundari City Streets
Allies: [member="Muad Dib"]
Enemies: [member="Ra Vizsla"]

Kentarch pushed off to his left to let Ra's spear miss him. Despite not having the force his natural instincts, muscle memory, and physicality were still intact. Ra was not just negating his ability to conjure the force, he was caked in armor. Mandalorian armor was like a second skin, and Mandalorians always spent considerate amount of time training and conditioning in it.

"Your people were crushed by a Jedi turned Sith. Ever since then they've done nothing but been a footnote in their affairs. You know why?" It was more taunt then a question. "Your people are broken." Kentarch stated to Ra. "Scattered, divided, fractured. There is nothing to pretend to understand about your kind other than they will forever be lost in the ashes of time." Despite not having the force, Dun Möch was still effective in principle.

Kentarch kept the tip of his sword pointing upright and at Ra. The blade did not having the cutting potential to get through that armor. However he could thrust it into one of the nice gaps were the armor came together at the joints or limbs. Quickly he lunged in with his blade the point thrusting right into his neck.

 

[Daxton Bane]

Location: In the prison
Allies: [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Rapax"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Sol Damerin"]

Daxton closed his eyes as he pondered his next step, Muad Dib and his team have not checked in and that could mean a lot of things, none of which made life easier for the Harbringer of Chaos. Still, he was one to never totally rely on just one plan of action.

With the face of the prison adminstrator in his possession, he was no hard task to have the entire facility staff assembled in one of their auditoriums. The growing sense of unease among them was further punctuated with a very subtle aura of dread and fear he allowed to encompass the gathering.

“Brothers and sisters, we have received viable intelligence that a group of prisoners we have in our care will be subject to an ill advised rescue mission. We will stay firm in our obligation to protect this facilty but those in our care as well. While I firmly believe we have more than enough resources to defend our position, I have a direct order from High Command to move the prisoners to a more secure facility. A half dozen transport craft possessing the correct Identifier codes will be be docking shortly. All prisonersr with so much as an ounce of capabilty with the Force are to be sedated amd loaded on board. As soon as we get rid of them, the sooner we can get back otto the proper allocation of our resources. The rest prepare for the defense of our position. Be aware we have received scattered reports that the enemy may be using dirty tactics, so be sharp and report any strange occurances direclty to my office. Take nothing amd I do mean nothing for granted.”

What nome of the realized they were all exposed to Daxton Force Suggestion. With the subtle use of key words, made it seem to them that this was the most vital thing that they would need to do.

If anyone did bother to check, the ships Identifier codes were the genuine article, taken care of amd filed by Daxton’s cadre of dependable slicers amd covert ops members. Why settle for fakes which could use the real thing and not raise unnecessary suspicions.

Once the prisoners were loaded, the ships would proceed to atmospheric orbit before engaging their hyper drive to prearranged coordinates, effectly disappearing and removing any possibilty to track them down. Daxton planned to board the last vessel as well unless the situation were to change. The last thing he needed was to be present when they realized they had been deceived.

 

[H3xle]

OBJECTIVE: Defiantly Destroying Domes
EQUIPMENT: KANDOSII BOMBER
FORCES: KANDOSII BOMBER (1 Squadron)
ALLIES: Mandalorians | [member="mia monroe"] | [member="Atin Kandossii"] | [member="talise skirata"]
ENEMIES: Death Watch | [member="ra vizsla"] | [member="Aryn Spar"]

Vila pulled her nose up, paused a moment to let her speed build slightly and gain some ground away from the dome, then began the turn to bring her bomber around for another attack run.

"Sqaudron commanders break!" she said as they moved for the dome, "Weapons free."

Vila blinked to her helmet, switching comm channels quickly.

"Atin squadron, form on me for a second attack run." She called our to the command she had been given authority over. As other fighters in the Mandalorian force broke to attend their own commanders, the Kandosii that made up her bomber squadron broke up and around to form up with her. To aid this, she banked her speed, nosing up a little more so as to keep as much of her attack angle as possible. Closer toward the dome, she saw [member="gilamar skirata"]'s mounted force angle in and pour on speed to rake the dome themselves. She marked the two spots where her bombs had struck and detonated. Parts of the dome directly under the impact and explosion were shattered, with cracks running outward in a spider web.

"Happy hunting, Ner Vod."

"Happy Hunting, Ner Vod. We'll break bread in the ruins of Ra's palace when this is over." She spoke in reply to Talise's comment, then blinked her comms to standby. In her mind, the only thing to focus on right now was the battle at hand. She had been thrust into this war through a combination of her curiosity, and the odd kinship she felt to the child of Mia Monroe. Any thoughts of the future became muddled, Mia needed to answer for her crimes once the tyrant Ra had been put down. Again. How that would take place, and what would happen to the child...it was all confusing to the young woman who had intended to hunt bounties for far longer before coming to the home planet of her people. The people her parents had betrayed, and been branded dar'manda by. When she could point to her own works and show her own worth. When she could wear her true name without the shadow of her parents casting doubt on all she touched.

But wishes were far less than wind.

Atin squadron formed around her in a loose formation. Once the last light on her HUD went green, showing everyone in position, she nosed down and went into a steep dive. Her meander had taken her over to the eastern curve of the dome. She pulled her stick to the left slightly, spinning her bomber on it's nose, and angling it up to align closer to center.

"Atin Squadron, you heard the Commander. Weapons free, lets bring the dome down and end Ra's tyranny. That should be good enough work for the day." She wasn't an inspirational speaker, but she heard laughter and rage in parts on the return. Each person readied themselves for death, dealing and receiving, in different ways. Vila's hands moved of their own accord, aligning her nose just above where a large crack in the dome ended, and she laid in with her blaster and laser cannons, pausing a moment, then launching the first torpedo. Once it was away, she drew her nose up, tracking the laser and blaster cannon fire up toward the center of the dome, and firing off her second torpedo.

 

[Riggs]

Location: skies above Sundari
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: Liberators, [member="Rekali the Hutt"]

As the unit of bes'uliik speared through the skies arcing down towards Mia and her forces Marev released his own barrage of blaster fire from his lance that joined in the wave that descended into the enemy forces. The battle had been joined and the mando'ad attacked with the fervor of righteous vengeance for the atrocity that Mia had committed and the unjust rallying of the dar'manda to her ill begotten cause.

Leaning forward as his way mount dove he was rocked as several explosions peppered his basilisk. Turning his attention upwards his eyes lit on a curious sight. What had to be an armored Hutt descending and firing a crossbow upon the Death Watch. A flicker of incredulity at the image that would be forever burned into his mind gave him pause until about explosive round collided with his droid, nearly unseating him. Snarling he pulled up and directed the bes'uliik toward this new obstacle that wished to supplant himself between Marev and raining holy hell upon the Liberators.

"Continue the attack."

He spoke the words to his vode in the aerial calvary charge. While transitioning his lance up to behind returning fire at the Hutt and spurring his mount to greater speed. Couching the lance his intention was for his basilisk to close on the great Hutt and latch on so Marev could send the dar'manda into the nothingness of the afterlife earned.

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: Sundari City Streets
Allies: DW Echoy'la Soluse ([member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Kaden"] Farr | [member="Garon Priest"] | [member="Narir Tracyn"]) [member="Rena Namadi"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"]

Enemies: [member="Rapax"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Sol Damerin"]
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There was so much hapenning around him. Buildings began to fall, shots were being fired, a fraking large metal droid thing landed just in front him. Ra came to help them, Yasha mainly because she was his ward, but still he was there nonetheless. When everything began to fall apart Kaden crouched behind the dumpster. His fit of rage turned into a moment of fear. It wasn't fear that paralyzed him, but the type which preserved him. His mind was still young and while it could move fast there was so much to take in if they were going to do what Ra had said.

Another thought on his mind was that his best friend had just had a building dropped on her... That made him freeze. There was a brief moment where he thought this would make him alone again, and the rage which had been there before was suddenly back. He didn't know who he was firing at, but Kaden began to shoot at anyone not wearing the Death Watch sigil on their armor.

His eyes kept looking back to the rubble where Yasha had been. There was a hand, then suddenly half of her body was out. She was okay. She was running to them to regroup. It was up to Narir to lay down enough fire to let them escape. Ra wanted them to go to the barracks, and they had engaged a group of men despite what he wanted them to do. This was how they worked. They were children trying to prove they were just as much a group of warriors as the adults. It was the Mandalorian way, and taking a child into battle was part of their culture.

Kaden didn't care about the danger. Suddenly he only cared about his friend. He ran to meet up with Yasha. She told Narir what to do, and now it was Kaden's turn to tell her what to do.

"You are not allowed to get killed, Yasha," he said to her emphatically and forcefully. "You stay alive because you and Si'buir are all I have. That scared me!"

Anyone could call him a coward for being afraid if they wanted to, but Kaden didn't care. If there was one thing he feared, it was losing those close to him. Yasha and Silas were the two people closest to him now, and he would do anything not to lose them. Even if he had to scold his best friend as he just had.

"Barracks... let's go secure it."

Kaden looked to Garon.

"Cover our shebs as we go!"

 

[Riggs]

Location: Sundari City Streets
Allies: DW Echoy'la Soluse ([member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Narir Tracyn"]) [member="Rena Namadi"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Enemies: [member="Rapax"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Sol Damerin"]


Tracking the figure flying through the air who he assumed was the sniper (HK) Garon was too tunnel visioned to be aware of the attack by one of the figures (Rapax) who through use of the force used telekinesis to rip at the building where Gar was nestled against on the dumpster. The first wave of awareness was there sound of duracrete cracking and a shower of glass showing his body. Looking up he watched in momentary frozen disbelief as the upper levels of the building seemingly cascaded down toward him.

Fear gripped his heart and froze his muscles as death tumbled from the heights. Yet a combination of adrenaline and burgeoning instinct melted the deep freeze that had caused him to fall into the deep recesses of stasis. Rolling to his right he fell from the top of the dumpster, landing on his side, just as a massive chunk cleaved through where he had just been laying.

Rolling away, the debris fell with deadly intent. Hitting the opposite wall his body was riddled with smaller chunks that bruised and battered his armor clad body. One of the last pieces that fell drove a rebar rod between the mismatched plates upon his chest. A silent scream crossed his face at the stabbing pain that lanced through his side. Shakily his hands gripped the foreign and unwanted object piercing his side. Slowly and with agonizing pain he slid the rod from his body, a splash of blood staining the multi hued armor.

Tears welled in his eyes as the pain, the battle, the very situation he found himself in threatened to overwhelm and break the boy. The desire to curl into a ball and allow himself to slip away leaving behind the pain of life and embrace the self pity, the bleakness, the tragedy was overwhelming. But his eyes caught sight of Narir with his jet of flame, Yasha defiantly climbing from the rubble of her own tomb, Kaden running into danger, and Ra landing in the alley brought a wave of shame to the youth. He was the oldest. He was given an order from his Mand'alor. And he failed.

Hands gripped the rifle and he drove the butt into the ground to rise. His cowardice had froze him once before. Had cost him his mother, his sister, his father. He would not let it strip away what he had just gained. An aliit. A family. Though he was still an outsider, he was welcomed. He wouldn't fail. Not again.

Moving forward his hands automatically reloaded the sniper rifle moving to where Yasha and Kaden were united. The whistle from the little, hell wolf still ringing in his ears. Reaching them he slipped the nutrient frame from his shoulders and placed it around Yasha's back. Her position was point which took her within reach of the enemy. It made the most sense for her to wear it. Looking to Kaden as the order was given he clapped his blood stained gauntlet to his chest in affirmation.

He wouldn't fail again. He would die first. His blood before theirs.

 

[Rapax]

Location: Sundari Streets
Engaging: [member="Rena Namadi"]

So far his little move took down 2 of the 4 kids but he didn't stay to see the results he kept running using the force and his natural abilities to make himself incredibly fast and agile but not agile enough as he was a good distance away he thought he was home free then all of a sudden his senses blared like a fire alarm as he saw one of the basilisks start firing at him, He knew armor or not pelts from that thing is something he doesn't want to have hit him. He cant block it with a lightsaber so he decided to use his Tutanimus training and create a barrier of force protect to add a extra layer to tank the pelts that exploded around him, He didn't wait for the smoke to clear before he formed two spears of pure heated plasma infused with lightning and sent them with the speed of a bullet directly to the basilisk in question. The pilot is secondary ...there beast is the first thing he needs to be rid of first, One spear was aimed for the neck part of it and the other was aimed for one of its front legs the hope was to disable it and force the pilot out to fight without the droids help if all else failed ...well.. he will just have to improvise

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Sundari City Streets
Allies: Death Watch | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="Rena Namadi"] | Ra Vizsla
Enemies: @Rapax | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | @HK-36 | [member="Sol Damerin"] | [member="Vila Sayne"]


Ra batted away the man's blade as it sought the creases in his armor, parrying left as Ra took a step forwards.

Never the one to shy away from a challenger, the Undying would close the gap between the two men, carrying his massive weight towards the Aruetii. Still, this was not a battle Ra had wanted to fight. His presence here was simply to get the children - his own ward among them - to safety. They had apparently taken his requests for trophies a bit too seriously. Yet, in the face of the full might of Death Watch, this crowd was not dispersing. For whatever reason, these men wanted to fight a Mand'alor - though he could see that they had no dog in this fight. They did not wear the colors of the Liberator. They did not immediately attempt to assassinate the Undying. This was a waste of time.

Perhaps that was the goal.

If so, they were succeeding quite well. And as an added bonus, Ra had to listen to this man - who had no knowledge of Manda'yaim or her children - speak on matters that did not concern him.

Again, Ra was rather frustrated with this massive waste of time. He had a Mand'alor to kill.

Ra circled [member="Darth Kentarch"] as he closed the gap further, taking a moment to nod over to the man who had creeped his way into the Ysalamiri bubble while still believing he was camouflaged by the Force.

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"He one of yours?"​

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The spear swept out in a low, large arc that threatened to sever [member="Darth Kentarch"]'s feet.​

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"Lets bring the dome down and end Ra's tyranny."​

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Basilisks and fighers bearing the mark of Death Watch pursued those attacking the Dome, including Atin Squadron and [member="Vila Sayne"].​

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However, her proton torpedoes struck true on the crack of the damaged Dome,​

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and several large pieces of the structure began to fall down​

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towards the City Streets where Ra & Co.​

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just happened to be fighting.​

 

[Subject 37]

Location: Sundari Outer Reaches
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: Insurgents | [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Fall he did, though not for long.

A blaring alert went off in his HUD as soon as the dome of Sundari started getting close. His lips turned to a scowl, anger flashing across his features. His claws dug through the very top of the beskar lining, heavy metal scratching against heavy metal. He roared.

Then slowly he released his grip.

The wind howled and roared around him, his jetpack roared, but at the speed they were going he was barely aware of any of it. His mind concentrated on one thing, focused on one thing and one thing alone; killing his enemy.

Aryn dropped away from the Basilisk but turning in the same instant. His jetpack blazed to life, and Aryn spun around in an instant. A loud pop resounded just to his ears as the heavy steel cable shot forth from his wrist. It quickly wrapped its way around the Basilisk's leg. The great droid sped forward, unimpeded by the lost of Aryn. For half a second the cable continued to extend from Aryn's wrist, then quickly the Mando detached it. For a brief second he shot forward after the Basilisk, rocketing after the metal beast just long enough to throw the weighted anchor of the other end of the cable.

It landed against the base of a comm relay, the weight spinning thrice and catching the metallic pole.

Would the line stop the Basilisk? Probably not, but the sudden jerk of it catching on something would hopefully rattle the droid enough to send its driver from his perch.