Civil War: Counter Strike | Mandalorians

[Narir Tracyn]

Location: Sundari Streets
Allies: Echoy'la Soluse | [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Garon Priest"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Enemies: Insurgents [member="Muad Dib"] and falling glass

Narir was in the zone. His carbine spit a stream of liquid flame, coating the ground where Muad had been just seconds before. If Sol had not rescued him, the dar'manda would have been char-grilled in seconds. Narir was naturally calm, but his rage could burn as hot as his flamethrower when aroused, and it was just as hard to quench. When Ra commanded that the children fall back, Narir barely heard him. He was too focused on making lava of the surrounding duracrete. Only the loud crash of duracrete slamming to the ground brought him out of his unrelenting assault.

"Yasha!" he yelled, releasing his trigger as duracrete crushed his commander, "Kaden! Garon!" Narir was speechless. No, no no; this couldn't be happening. He couldn't lose a family, not again. He couldn't speak, couldn't move, until he saw a relentless hand emerge from the wreckage. They were alive. Yasha whistled, cried out to him, but Narir knew what was required before the words left her lips, and even so he would not have heard anyway. His eyes were miniature suns, his teeth clenched so hard they ground together. Allies and lines of fire be damned; Narir was so mad now that even if Mand'alor the Ultimate was on the battlefield right now he would not have stayed his hand. Not only had these people attacked his Mand'alor, they had attacked his friends. The Echoy'la Soluse had been injured. All responsible would burn.

Narir was naturally calm, but like a glacier sliding across the landscape, he was unrelenting and merciless. He put his arms together, using the grip of his flame carbine to press the button of his wrist flamethrower. If Yasha wanted cover fire, that's what she would get. The sheets of transparisteel raining down around them were but leaves in a wind compared to the young Mando'ade's overwhelming anger. If he had been a Force-user, his eyes would have been a blazing, fiery yellow. And, he wouldn't have cared.

Twin jets of fire streamed forward, and the battlefield became an inferno.

 

[HK-36]

Location: Sundari City Streets
Inventory: Alesia Combat Shield, Armored Vong Biot (Fashioned to look like black Ancient Mandalorian Crusader Amor), Abregado Combat Shield (built-in deflector), Chameleon Cloak, 2x Heavy Magnetic Revolvers, Spear of Rae, Sliver of Light (Lightsaber), Gauntlets of Gravitational Mastery, Combat Lightsaber, among other things

[member="Muad Dib"], [member="Sol Damerin"],


Seeing Sol move in to grab Muad, HK knew what to do, projecting the trajectory of the man sweeping in for Muad with his jetpack and then the simulated trajectory after their two bodies connected. The droid bounced his spear upward quickly, changing his grip on it to hold it like a javelin instead. The machine would pulled it back then, taking aim at Muad and Sol before letting the large projectile fly, tipped in the decorated sharp Phrik tip followed by a thick black shaft. The Spear of Rae thrown at them would miss off course, piercing into the duracrete from the power behind the throw either between Muad's legs just after Sol would whisk him away or narrowly missing Sol's back and embedding itself into a nearby wall with a loud crack. Just like with his sniping earlier, the machine would not want to actually hurt his secret allies, but at the same time, might as well make it seem like he was actually fighting them.


[member="Kaden Farr"],

As the droid would move around the edge of the battlefield still trying to shield the child soldiers retreating towards the barracks he would continue to act as a barrier between them and the other combatants. If Kaden would continue shooting he would find few of his shots intercepted by the droid's built-in deflector shields, splashing and burning out immediately as they were met by shimmering blue force field, or hitting the back of his Phrik tower shield, leaving scorched marks on its silvery surface. The machine's back would still be turned to them as he just tried to skewer Muad and Sol with his spear but he made no complaints or further orders for them to just get out of there already. The man they saw as their Mandalore already gave them that order, as far as HK was concerned nothing more was needed.


[member="Garon Priest"],

HK did however spoke out as he saw Garon stabbed as a result of the collapsing building, his armored head turned to look at the child as he reached down to the metal lodged within him,

"No, do not-!"

The machine shouted at Garon as he pulled on the shrapnel that pierced him body, trying to get him to stop but it was too late as Garon pulled it out, and with it opened up a way for his blood to pour,

"Foolish child!"

The droid scolded him as he raised his tower shield and slammed it down into the concrete surface, embedding it securely within asphalt like a makeshift barricade as now he turned his back to retreating Muad and Sol, reaching to one of his pouches.

"The wound was wide, deep, and not cauterized, you will bleed out within an hour!"

Finding what he was looking for HK would produce a small portable medpack with a bacta capsule and patch before shortly chucking it towards Garon. The child might be able to catch it before he left, he might have not heard what the droid was yelling at him or purposefully tried to ignore him and find the medpack hitting him in the head, or he might have missed it altogether and just left the healing supplies laying in the dust.

Either way, seeing how the kids brought this onto themselves pretty much, the droid cared somewhat enough to throw some bacta towards them, but not enough to make sure that the nasty wound from being skewered by rubble was properly patched up before he went back and grabbed his tower shield to focus on the nearby combat between [member="Ra Vizsla"] and [member="Darth Kentarch"] once more.

His tower shield may have been incidentally slightly on fire now as [member="Narir Tracyn"] decided to keep using flamethowers even though the only people left on the field, as Sol and Muad were probably in the air now retreating, was Kentrach right next to Ra, Rapax probably just revealed somewhere in that general area, and kinda sorta HK, who would appear to be fighting them while protecting the other children. Either way if it wasn't direct attempt to set the droid ablaze, which his deflector shields should take care of if not his fluid sealed armor, or cross fire, the napalm from the wrist flamethrowers might have just wandered in HK's direction just from the gravity and any possible wind.

The droid would lift his tower shield, pulling it out of the duracrete and quickly pat the flames down, extinguishing them and leaving scorched marks on the Phrik surface,

"Oy! Cut that out!"

He would continue scolding before muttering to himself,

"Bloody fething kids using flamers in an alley."

 

[Darth Kentarch]

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

Kentarch jumped back letting Ra's spear just miss his feet.

"I have no idea who he is." Kentarch replied honestly, glancing at the man doing a terrible job of sneaking up behind Mand'alor. "You have so many enemies, even I can't keep track of them all. Although I did not intend to face you." Again Kentarch held his sword up with the tip point at his challenger's neck. He kept just out of reach of the spear and slightly off set from it's razor sharp point.

"We both know the events transpiring here will affect the galaxy at large. You won't stop here if you unite the tribes under your own mantle."

Kentarch's focus did not break even as the dome above them cracked and chucks durasteel and metal fell down around them. Instead he lunged in again, this time the point of his sword was aimed for the center of Ra's visor. Perhaps the collapsing debris would be enough of distraction to land a winning blow.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Enemies: [member="Aryn Spar"]
Allies: Mia's Mandalorians
Location: Above the Dome

He felt it in his gut before his sensors began screaming at him. It felt like his organs lurched from their carefully placed positions in his body. Fortunately the old man was not flung from his seat, his magnetic boots had long since been engaged, keeping him lodged in place for the attack run. Beskar creaked from both his droid and the Com relay. Atin swung wide, to lessen the sudden force on its rider. The sudden shift in momentum and direction made Gil need to pee and he felt himself tighten everywhere as he gritted his teeth behind his helmet. Alarms blared as an allied starfighter came barreling at him.

"Oh kark."

Atin tried to cut through the ship. Ally or no it was a danger to its rider. The starfighter exploded engulfing Gil and his droid in a ball of smoke and fire over the dome.

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

Location: Air
Enemies: Death Watch [member="Marev Priest"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Silas Mantis"]
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Alkesh"]

The explosive bolt rocked Rekali the Hutt's foe and nearly threw him off his war droid. In response the opponent saddled up and reared his droid to action, raising a power lance with intent to skewer. Inside his Rekali'gam the hutt let out a small smile. He had a duel to conduct. As quickly as the Hutt could manage he stowed the Crossbow and pulled out a two meter pole of beskar before flipping a switch, igniting his lightax. With careful aim the Hutt took the and swiped at the power lance upon getting in range of Marev, letting the superheated tip fall to the top of the basilisk.

Even without the superheated tip the rest of the lance was still well reinforced, the intention of the weapon being to cut through speeders, light tanks, and light walkers. It scraped upon his euk'gar armor, puncturing through after a decent skid and causing the Hutt to lose a fair bit of blood. It wasn't enough to completely skewer him, but it was a tough hit for him to take. The Mandalorian Hutt then swung his lightax at his foe with a diagonal strike aiming to bisect him from right shoulder to left hip.

 

[Daral Tal'Verda]

Location: Streets
Allies: [member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Rena Namadi"], [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Narir Tracyn"], [member="Kaden Farr"], [member="Garon Priest"], [member="Brika Tor"]
[member="Calico Tal'Verda"]/Dad
Enemies: [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="HK-36"], [member="Sol Damerin"], [member="Maud Dib"]

Between the sound of fragments of the dome smashing into the ground above and the sound of chaos above, it became clear that the sewers were largely irrelevant compared to what was going on above. Whoever had placed the charges must have fled, as they were nowhere to be found. But those above them? They weren't hard to find.

Clambering up the nearest ladder Daral shoved aside the manhole and emerged into the chaos unfolding on Sundari's streets. Between the child soldiers whom he'd heard of by reputation alone until now, several force users, the Mand'alor, and perhaps alarmingly his buir, Daral's mind was racing to figure out who to fire on as he pulled himself from the sewage system.

Leveling his shotgun he laid eyes on one [member="Darren Onyx"] who was attempting to creep towards his ruler. Frankly Daral wasn't sure what the man was doing, maybe some sort of force ability had cloaked him before, but after the man came within thirty feet of Ra his mirage would've dissipated thanks to the bubble created by the Yslamir. He didn't waste time questioning the situation. "Target sited, engaging. I have your six, Mand'alor." The clone broadcasted to both his unit and then to his leader.

Lining up the shotgun with the masked man, there would be no warning, no echo in the force to warn Onyx of the danger, there was nothing to sense even if he hadn't been in the bubble of the lizard. He pulled the trigger and let a blast lose at Onyx, pumped the weapon and fired again, marching towards the dar'jetti.

 

[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"][member="Daral Tal'Verda"]

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



"Elek Mand'alor!" Yasha wanted to bellow that she'd been trying, she wanted to defend her choice of route. The barracks were ahead, in a straight line of sight from where they intercepted [member="Muad Dib"] and [member="Sol Damerin"]. None of it mattered. All that mattered was [member="Ra Vizsla"] cared enough about his diminutive ward to rescue them from the boiling cauldron of brimstone and force masters they found themselves within.





[member="Narir Tracyn"] lit the alley with a wash of fire, taking his own berserk anger out on the ones battling against them. It was the grotesque and wholesale cover Yasha needed to maneuver her tiny troop toward another line of exit. [member="Kaden Farr"] got to her first, a desperate and horrified mask of a boy, who had nothing left but the Echoy'la Soluse.





"Death is against the rules!" Yasha limped to Kaden, putting her arm around his shoulders. Her leg stung, boot snug against a growing tightness in her ankle. She tried to mask her limp by being tough like her missing father [member="Preliat Mantis"]. Tough like Uncle [member="Silas Mantis"], who fought with an arm made of Aditya's electric love. Yasha sniffled and clung to Kaden's shoulders, her other hand holding up her MT-14 blaster pistol.





"Gar!" Yasha saw red on her friend's armour and her eyes went wide under her goggles. Yasha took the bacta patch thrown by [member="HK-36"] and stuffed it in her trouser pocket, pulling out her individual med-kit. The girl was glad her goggles covered the stinging red in her eyes. Boys didn't like girls that cried. Yasha didn't like to cry either. Her ankle hurt. "Kade, Bacta-stim [member="Garon Priest"]'s ouchie. Gar, no sleeping."





A racket broke Yasha's concentration. She gasped and looked up, seeing the last moment of the horrific explosion above their heads.





"The dome!!" Yasha shouted. The dome shattered. Monumental pieces of debris falling at the force of gravity toward the alley. Yasha pushed off Kaden and ran limping to Narir, throwing her tiny arms around his waist from behind and towing him toward the heartiest of the derelict buildings around them.





"Get down! Light it up!" She pushed Narir hard toward Kaden and Garon.





Snap.





Little Yasha Mantis grit her teeth and covered a grunt of pain as her ankle went over. She tumbled to the ground, but her friends were the safest she could make them. A sheet of transparisteel shattered beside her. Yasha curled into a ball. She rolled as another sheet of debris crashed, slicing across her cheek and shoulder. The safest place was under [member="Ra Vizsla"]'s armoured stance. But if she threw herself at Ra's mercy, Kaden, Garon and Narir would be alone. Yasha half crawled, half lunged to her fellow children, throwing herself on top of her friends, to protect them.





Once the debris all collided with the ground, Yasha craned her neck to the side. Their exit was blocked. The only way out for the flightless children, was straight through Ra, [member="Darren Onyx"] and [member="Darth Kentarch"]. Yasha's shoulders shook, a stinging warmth stole across her back. The air smelled of copper and brimstone and ozone.





She growled. "Run."





The boys would make it if they ran. [member="Daral Tal'Verda"] gave them the best distraction since the sky fell down.

 

[Arage Bao]

Location: Docks
Allies: [member="Rekali the Hutt"] | [member="Mia Monroe"]
Enemies: [member="Silas Mantis"]

Alkesh snorted at Monroe's tone, before shrugging.

"Might as well, ain't anything to do here anyway." Well, besides being shot to pieces by the incoming iron warbeasts and anti-air batteries. It was one thing to ride boldly with your Commander, another thing to crash into that. "See you on the other side, Monroe." Ten seconds before the window was lost the Mandalorian dropped himself off the flying mount and skid to a halt amidst the chaos and cacophony of a raging battle. It was all around him; warrior fighting warrior, death ruling, it was a waste of Alkesh had ever seen one.

What truly seperated them?

One Mand'alor who could not die and another who did not wish to.

It was easy to lose yourself in the thrill of the fight, let the adrenaline rush through you and see red before your eyes. Alkesh... did not have that problem, because he did not see war and the battlefield as something glorious. Give him the open woods or the bar any day of the week. Then someone screamed at him and behind the neo-crusader visor Alkesh blinked.

Oh, by Manda.

There was no time for a witty quip or response, not when the Death Watch was already rushing in, tip-first and hot boiling. It could probably pierce straight through his beskar'gam by the looks of it.

Alkesh didn't feel like being penetrated at that point in time... so he dashed to the side, rolling away from the lance.

Any other day the Mandalorian would have simply run off- but where? This wasn't the place to run, because all around them there was a battle. All it would do was get him knived in the back by someone, while he wasn't paying attention. Instead, during his roll, Alk raised his gauntlet and twitched his fingers in a fist. Mechanisms switched into gear and a bullet would escape the integrated weapon system.

Straight towards the crazed Death Watch believer.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Sundari streets
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: One on one duel with [member="Rapax"]

Rena was too far from her target to benefit from the ysalamiri’s magic nullification, so her shots were easily blocked by the Force. But as the aruetii was distracted with his spell, this gave her basilisk an opportunity to close the gap, yet still not in range to stop his next attack.

Rapax’s instincts were correct in taking out the droid mount first as it’s firepower dwarfed anything Rena would be able to wield on her own, but she saw the bright spears of electricity heading her way and rocketed upward on the beast so that it’s legs were grazed, some metal falling from them. The plasma hit a nearby building, derelict, abandoned and already with structural damage. The stone and metal came tumbling down, some of the debris falling in front of the dark cloaked being and some of it scattering behind Rena, essentially trapping them into their own personal fighting pit. Unless another Blood Watch rider flew in with their own basilisk help from either side would not come easily as neither figure could easily escape over the towers of debris. Not even Rena as the droid’s flight modules had been damaged in the attack, though it continued to function as a land mount and had most of its weaponry intact.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

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


Ra's visor observed his surroundings as he kept the Sith Lord at bay. He didn't recognize this man, and Ra had kept tabs on many of the Sith before his downfall during the battle with Omega. An unknown assailant was never something the Mand'alor enjoyed combatting. He didn't know the odds. Ra didn't know the chances of success. As a commander, Ra preferred to win the battles before they began. With Monroe, he had almost assured victory before this war even erupted. With this newcomer, Ra had no idea. Why were they here, what were they doing. What strings of destiny caused their paths to intertwine this day.

It wasn't a certainty. Even moreso now that the battlefield was changing, and the children still hadn't made it out.

There was something human about Ra in this moment, more human than he had ever been before. The fact that this leader, this man labeled the Undying, this tyrant among his enemies that had clashed and torn and shred battles countless times, was vulnerable now because a few children from the Palace had fallen upon ill luck. This is what Mandalorians fought for, or so he thought. To turn the wheel. To pass the baton. To set the example for the next generation. Ra had never shied away from that, but he had presumed his own persona unassailable by such accusations of "caring" and "empathy".

Yet, the reasoning for his presence here was unquestionable.

As the Mand'alor would continue to keep the man at bay, closing ground and preventing the intruders from gaining ground on the troupe of Mandalorian children, a large piece of debris would strike his back.

This sent Ra reeling forward, the sword of [member="Darth Kentarch"] neatly fitting between the grooves of his torso - though previously aimed for his face - and bringing forth an eruption of pouring blood over the Undying's golden armor.

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Ra roared in pain as another piece of debris hit his helmet, knocking it off his head, his hand going to hold the wound on his side​

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as his other lashed out with all his strength​

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and incredulous power​

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towards the hopefully glass jaw of [member="Darth Kentarch"].​

 

[Muad Dib]

Just as the little kid went to set him on fire, and Muad without the benefit of the force and most likely about to become chargrilled, he felt a grappling line wrap around his leg and pull taut. Then he was yanked into his bruised chest and let out a moan.

Unfortunately it didn't end there.

As Sol took off Muad began to be drug across the debris covered ground. Bouncing from street to wall to street to wall he was giving a reasonable impersonation of a ping pong ball. Then the dome began crashing to the city, a large piece landing right on the Whipcord, Muad whipping by then getting yanked to a dead stop by the dead weight on the line.

Groaning he straightened and sat up, dome chunks raining about.

 

[Sol Damerin]

Location: Sundari City Streets
Allies: The only one he hasn't ditched yet is [member="Muad Dib"] it's all exploding right now so it is time to flee
Enemies: Still no one and no one is trying to kill him for a change

Things were not going great. Sol really had no idea how to use the jetpack and he was pretty sure he was doing more damage to Muad than he'd received before they started. However, it was less damage than Muad would have received if he'd gotten burned alive. That was technically a win.

His arm is suddenly jerked back painfully as the cabal connecting him to Muad snaps taught. His shoulder wrenches painfully in its socket and only unnatural reflexes save him from tearing his arm off or something. Instead, he kills the jetpack and plummets to the ground. The eight-foot drop hurts like a son of a queen.

Getting to his feet he looks behind him worried he is going to find some monstrous nerf herder holding the wire. Nope, just a bolder. Snapping the line, he rushes toward the rock and vaults over. He finds Muad who rammed head first into the boulder after being bounced about getting up with a groan. Say what you will about Mandalorians, they knew armour which is the only reason Muad wasn't a pile of flesh right now.

"You know, I don't think much of your allies. HK keeps shooting at us, Rapax fucked off on his own, and Kentarch decided to fight the giant murder machine. Still, at least Daxton managed to do the job while we mucked about. Now get on your feet, time to get out of this place before we all wind up dead."

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Streets
Allies: Death Watch ([member="Briika Tor"], [member="Daral Tal'Verda"], [member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Kaden Farr"], [member="Rena Namadi"], [member="Narir Tracyn"], [member="Garon Priest"])
Enemies: Nukalorians and Others ([member="Muad Dib"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="HK-36"])

Whatever forces that tried to infiltrate the city by the sewers of the city resulted in a failure for them as they started to retreat to get out of here. That move surprised Vilaz very much, but he didn't complain. The enemy was now in full retreat and he didn't had to fire a single shot. Very rare for any Mandalorian to win a battle without using their weapons or throwing out any punches.

But just because Vilaz defended the sewers from the hostiles didn't mean this battle was over.

Oh, no, it was far from over. There was plenty of it on the surface and that's where Vilaz would head next.

"I want a few platoons staying here, and make sure there's no one else besides you. The rest follow me and get up there on the surface," the Akaan relayed his orders to his warriors, all acting efficiently as some stayed in the sewers and the others began to climb a ladder to join the fight of what was above them.

And whatever that was happening on the streets of Sundari sure wasn't as nice in the sewers. Insurgents bombing the dome which caused debris to fall down to the early; uninvited and unwanted Force Users walked on mother Mandalore; their Sole Ruler engaged and impaled by a sword, but still fighting and breathing; kids trying to help out in which the Concordian disapproved.

Basically a lot of chit was going on.

"Stay close, ner cyare, and fight safely," the warrior said to his wife in their private channel with a serious, yet cautious tone in his voice. No time in playing around. It was time to get serious. As Daral engaged some Force User, Vilaz charge in at [member="Darth Kentarch"] with his assault rifle aiming at the Sith Lord's side as Ra delivered attacks with his free hand. Three round bursts of slugs were fired at the man, hoping some pierced him and made him bleed and suffer. The Akaan knew his Mand'alor was more than capable, but the Concordian needed to redeem himself from his ashamed tenure as Mand'alor and this was ideal to him.

 

[Darth Kentarch]

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

For a moment there was a bizarre and sudden chain in events, Ra was struck with a piece of debris, and stumbled forward into Kentarch's blade. Typically the force gave him insight to openings of his opponents defenses and the foresight to anticipate their next attack. In this case when blood came down Mand'alor's breastplate, Kentarch did not anticipate the haymaker. Kentarch tried to defect the spear with his sword, but the force behind the attack was too great. At the last the moment he back-stepped, his right shoulder and arm came up to absorb the tip of the spear.

Excruciating pain. The spear sliced into the tendons above the biceps just below the shoulder. The Sith Lord screamed from the pain that lanced through him like fire, his right arm went limp, blood dripping down his arm. There was no dark side of the force to save him, only his resolve. Kentarch wondered how many attempts he had left in him. The situation was rapidly getting worse even before he took the spear to the arm. In the corner of his eye he noticed another Mandalorian charging him with his slug-thrower raised. However [member="Vilaz Munin"]'s shot were blocked by large piece of debris that landed between the Sith and the Mandalorian. A close call, but only a save for a few moments.

Glancing up for debris, his left hand wrenched his sword of the now useless right hand. It took all his training to fight back the pain running through him. Since he was ambidextrous he could use his left hand to fight just well as his right. This time the Sith Lord shifted into a stance and guard almost similar to Makashi Flourish, the blade raise like a salute.

"I wish you good fortune." Kentarch spoke to Ra. "In the wars to come."

He snapped the sword down as hard as he could on the shaft of Ra's spear to preemptively try and deflect it down. Then in a complete reversal of tactics Kentarch stepped in closer to Ra and swung his blade in an almost vertical swing, a haymaker of his own to catch Ra's head in the middle of the blade.

 

[Mia Monroe]

Location: Docks
Allies: [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Alkesh"]
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"] Death Watch.

There was no emotion in Mia’s face, only the cool calm that she fell into all too easily when war descended around her. Strider had no words for her, and she none for him. He was just another obstacle in her way, another enemy to be slain. Whatever had passed between them in the past was irrelevant.

Closer and closer he drew before A’den reacted first, shockcanon’s on the war droids nose spitting at Strider once, before banking right, skimming so close to the other that Mia could see her reflection in Stirder’s visor. The moment they’d passed, Mia targeted their back end, opening fire with a concussion missile.

Mia watched him in her HUD, still maintaining course towards the docks. He’d give chase. Pride would not let him have her slip through his fingers a third time. “Come on, you bastard.” she growled.

 

[Silas Mantis]

Location: Docks
Allies: Tal'rekr Supercommandos, Death Watch
Enemies: Nukalorians, [member="Alkesh"]

Silas gritted his teeth as he zipped past the man, jerking on the controls of the droid to turn it about. The aging machine whined as it began to turn. Then the Mantis felt something smash into his shoulder plate, hard. Beskar was good for blasters, sabers, bladed weapons, and much more, but kinetic weapons, while not likely to punch through, still hurt like hell.

Grimacing as he felt the skin begin to well up beneath the armor, he brought the droid back around to face Alkesh. For an instant Silas debated dismounting and taking the man on in single combat, it would be the honorable course of action after all. But where had honor been when his sister-in-law and unborn nephew were murdered because the former was too pregnant to make it aboard a transport in time?

“Tracyn.” He commanded, venom dripping from the word as it escaped his lips.

Fire.

The basilisk’s ventral cannons spewed blaster fire at his target. Anger burned in Silas like it never had before, he felt betrayed. Whoever he was firing at now obviously wasn’t jetti or the like, his failure to use some sort of magic to attempt killing Silas made that clear. Even if he had been a forcer, it didn’t make sense to the Mantis why someone would side with Monroe. How could they side with the Butcher of Mandalore? How dare they?

Was it over something as petty as politics? What was conceding to the sole rule of the greatest Mand’alor in recent memory to millions dead? How could one justify standing with the woman who’d robbed Preliat and Marev of their wives and children? Or Yasha and Garon of their mothers and siblings? Or Kaden and Narir of their families entirely? He couldn't fathom it, and that only enraged him further.

If Monroe had wanted to see the strength of their people, then so be it. She’d see it as they tore her and every last one of her followers to shreds, from Alkesh to her infant son. None were safe. They would all bleed.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

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

One didn't know when Kentarch's blood ended and Ra's began. The duel had become visceral, destructive. Debris continued to fall down around the two combatants as Ra and the stranger pressed at each other, spear and sword whirling in vicious circles. The spear of Ra had struck true on the man, wrecking devastation on the man's arm. Ra continued to leak from his abdomen, his gold armor tainted with the crimson color of his own blood. The ysalamir on the Undying's back was shaken, silent throughout most of the battle. Green luminescent eyes peered forward through the inferno of the terrain towards the man with an iron resolve. Mand'alor couldn't lose. He wouldn't lose. The Mando'ade depended on him now more than ever, during this war. Without a uniting cause, with a banner to rally to, the apathy that had brought the Alors to their knees would consume the warrior race again.

Whoosh. The sword flew by his head, threatening to taste the Undying's flesh once more.

Clang. Metal clashed as the spear and sword would find each other again.

The warrior opposite Ra screamed, whether in pain or anger the Mand'alor did not know. Through the flames that others on the battlefield were clamoring to put out, [member="Darth Kentarch"] attempted again to sheathe his sword in Ra's skull, pressing the Mand'alor at his own game as he drew quarters closer. Ra leaned back, watching the sword once more. He leaned his head up, wondering if in this microcosm of a second if this would be his end. If this would be how it all ended. To some man, from some other end of the Galaxy, he didn't even know. The edge of the blade passed over his face, slowly, barely touching the side of his face as it began to open up flesh across Ra's skull. Blood poured forward from his face, running down like a river towards his chin. A gash began on Ra's cheek, ending at his brow, as the Mand'alor witnessed the tip of the blade barely passing his retina in a white flash.

Then time sped up, and before the Undying knew what was happening, before he even knew to react, his body was already doing it.

His hands came up under the arc of the man's swing, dropping his spear.​

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Ra attempted to push the sword up and around in the man's own hands​

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and flip the sword around in the man's own hands.​

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Then he would rush [member="Darth Kentarch"],​

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attempting to push his own sword​

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deep into the man's chest​

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aimed for his heart.​

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"FOR MANDALORE!"​

 

[Kaden Farr]

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

Enemies: [member="Rapax"] | [member="Darth Kentarch"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="HK-36"] | [member="Sol Damerin"]
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Kaden tried to hold onto Yasha when she gripped his neck. She was hurt, and he could tell. Despite trying to play the tough warrior, Kaden saw the pain etched in the way she moved, or the way she scruntched her face.. That was one way she couldn't hide the truth despite all her efforts. Kaden found it odd that he could look her at her expressions and just know what was going on, but he just rolled with it. They were a team, and she was his best friend. That had to account for it.

He didn't expect her to try and save everyone, though he should have known better. The Hell Child had survived the very thing most people had nightmares of. The underworld was no place to for people to go to alive, let alone as a child.

The command for the Bacta-Stim was clear. Kaden acted quickly as the sound of the dome breaking above them announced the danger about to be rained upon them. Yasha shoved Narir toward them.

"YASHA NOOOOOOO!"

Kaden screamed as he watched some of the debris fall on top of her. He looked to the other two. "Run, goramit," he ordered showing that his mouth reflected the amount of time he'd been around the adult hunting parties. His feet carried him swiftly to Yasha where he cleared the debris out of te way and picked her up. Kaden wasn't sure where the strength to do this was coming from. All he knew was that for the second time he was scared that Yasha was going to die. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he started to run in the direction of the barracks, and through the battles which were going on. Kaden was going to get Yasha out of there. She needed bacta.

"I told you no dying allowed. I'm pulling you out... we're going to the barracks and getting you some bacta. For that ankle... I need mommy's help."

Kaden wasn't sure what mommy's name was so Yasha's mother was just mommy.

"Narir, Gar, we need to get out of here," he shouted again as more debris began to fall. He didn't know if they had started running yet, and he wasn't going to look. Kaden could only carry one, and he had made his choice.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Arla Balor"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]

Kal Moved through the sewers while the timer ticked down the seconds on his HUD. His hard yellow eyes scanned in front of him as he moved with his shatter pistol held at the ready.

He stipped at a junction and turkey peaked around the corner but saw it was empty. He couldn't tell if he was being followed or hunted for so he decided he would prepare for either eventuality. He moved in a crouch and silently cursed himself for keeping the bipedal form he had used for so long. It made shooting easier however and he'd hate to spoil his guise.

He moved toward where the outter perimeter of the palace should be and felt a deep rumble somewhere behind him and knew the first of his very non-nuclear explosives had gone off. He quickened his pace. He needed to get out before the sewer decided to start spewing water and the manda knew what else after him.

He stopped at a simple ladder and holstered his weapon before he began to climb. He felt more rumbles back toward the palace, each at variable distances. He paused only to push the heavy hatch open and scrambled up onto the street. He would need to find a good vantage point to watch his handy work. And maybe pick off a few targets while he was at it.

 

[Rapax]

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

Well he didn't expect to take out such a creature in two strikes this was Mandalorians he was fighting not some every day joe with a few weapons and a armored vehicle, But he was pleased with the result of what occurred the first spear did some damage he noted the jump jets on it where fried to uselessness which made this beast unable to fly so it made fighting it a bit easier. Sadly the second spear missed but it some what worked in his favor as it closed both him and this Mandalorian into there own personal arena save for any fliers, for now he needed to do more to remove that pest of a droid His force sight showed a empty void where the basilisk is which means most likely a yasalamiri was on that thing which means he doesn't want that thing near him until he can be rid of that lizard. He activated one of his sabers and dark side power began to surge through it and grow and grow it took a few moments before he sent it in a side diagonal slash and a wave following that slash of pure energy was sent forth to the beast in the hopes of striking the feat of it he wanted that beast immobile before anything else, A basilisk is more dangerous mobile then immobile.