Civil War: Counter Strike | Mandalorians

[Narir Tracyn]

Location: Sundari
Allies: Echoy'la Soluse | [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Garon Priest"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] Guy With a Jetpack | [member="HK-36"]
Enemies: Anyone not dead

Hate and anger are powerful emotions. They can fuel the destruction of nations and the bringing down of empires. But, like any other resource, there is a point when even your most unquenchable anger runs out, and you have nothing left. Narir was at that point. He had lost control, something he rarely did. He had wanted so desperately to do something to save his comrades that he hadn't noticed the transparisteel beginning to rain down on top of him. He didn't notice until Yasha grabbed him around the waist and yanked him back, preventing just barely a sheet of steel from slicing him clean in half. The sheet shattered, filling the boy's chest with transparisteel shrapnel.

The shock of the hits and the slam to the hard duracrete brought Narir back to reality. Pain shot through his entire chest, and he gritted his teeth. He propped himself up on his elbows and turned to his back just in time to see Yasha nearly be impaled. He saw more shrapnel coming and fear froze his veins.

"Yasha!" he cried, "Yasha!" Yasha, valiant little Yasha, threw herself at Narir and Kaden and Garon, trying her best to protect them. Then the debris hit. Anger flowed out of Narir as his and Yasha's blood flowed to the duracrete. No, no, no, this couldn't be happening. He was supposed to protect them, to cover them. He'd failed. Narir couldn't move as Kaden came and picked little Yasha up. His voice was drowned out by the ringing in Narir's ears. No...no. The fire was gone from Narir's eyes. In the face of the very possible death of one of his only friends, he didn't have any rage left. His practical mind took over, giving him gentle instructions to save himself and his comrades.

Get up, Narir, it said, Come on, just one foot in front of the other. That's the way. Narir got up like a zombie, following numbly in Kaden's wake. He left his carbine on the ground, not even thinking about it. When the droid landed in front of him, he barely noticed, just grabbed ahold.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Neither the old man or the Wolf wanted to fight each other. Preliat looked up and over at his old friend, a man whom he considered friend at one point. Preliat placed a hand on the sand, and brought his knees to his chest, before rising to a stand. He was bleeding from his side, and it hurt to breathe. Hopefully broken ribs were the least of his concern. The loss of blood made it difficult to stand, and the sand and heat were doing nothing for him, either.

He stared at [member="Gilamar Skirata"] for a while, observing him for all that he was.

"And you think you will win.. You think this madness will end with her undoing? You all have cast the Mando'ade into madness. You stand here, as her compatriot, for what? You call her family, you call her blood, yet, she murdered mine and countless more!"

He stumbled forward. Rage built within him. The words that were left unsaid began to be spoken.

"To what end, Gilamar? To what end shall your vain war go? With Mia at the throne, content with all her power over ash that she herself inflicted? In some deluded sense of loyalty, you blindly follow her and murder your brothers and sisters."

His feet felt heavy, his body weighed down by an invisible beast. He did not know if Jasper's passing had echoed yet, if anyone knew the deed he had done. He took steps to make sure the warrior would find his way home. Someone would collect the vessel of Jasper Ordo and take him home.

"You cannot win this war, Gilamar- because when it ends, when the bloodshed between vode ends, there will be no victors, there will be no songs, no poems, no ballads of heroism. There will be only survivors and scars."

He chucked the beskad in the sand between them- the one that he used to kill Jasper with. It slammed into the sand with a sharp hiss, the beskar blade digging deep into the fine grains beneath their feet.

"And yet you think you can win. On that beast of iron, and by shedding more blood..."

Preliat fell to his knees, clutching his side in pain.

"All that you have done and all that you will do will be in vain. You will not promote peace. You will only cause more suffering. I hope you release yourself of her madness some day, Gilamar."

Preliat, again, looked up to the sky. The battle raged on. Brother to brother. Families torn apart. Mandalorians spilling blood on what little remained of their home.

"These wounds, will never heal. These scars we inflict, will never fade."

His mahogany eyes fell upon the once-Mandalore.

"Undoing the ties that bind us, Gilamar. That is all that you will accomplish."



[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

He had one boot in the stirrup. The pup continued to speak words he didn't understand. His gauntlets gripped the metal outside the saddle-cockpit of Atin tightly. His knuckles turned white as images of the day Mia Monroe slew Mandalore flashed through his memory. He dropped back down into the sand and strode toward Preliat, anger hidden behind the imposing black visor of his helmet.

The beskad thrown into the sand found its way into the old man's hand.

"That woman," he almost spat the words, "Is not my family. You have no idea what she took from me that day boy!" Anger moved him now. An anger he had been keeping buried deep behind caring smiles and wise advice. An anger he had not felt in nearly half a decade. It moved him.

His grip tightened on the beskad's old grip. He swung, making sure the flat side would strike the wounded pup square in the jaw.

"You think this is the first Civil War the Mando'ade have been through? How many do you think we've been in just the past century?" He tossed the beskad back into the sand and fell into the sand atop Preliat, his hands tight around the gaps in his chest armor. "You think you are the only one to have lost? She killed my son, the last child I have! He was no older than you...And she snuffed his life out. Rot she called it." He paused to breathe in and released the younger Mandalorian and stood, straddling him.

"Believe me, when the time is right she will see justice. But until then Ra and his Death Watch need to end, for Ginnie's safety, for Galeth's safety, for my brother's, for Mira's, for all of the children of Manda'yaim to be born with the Manda flowing so strongly within them that it affects and shapes the Galaxy around them. So that they have a home and aliit to come home to after a long job, Ra must die. Then, and only then will Monroe find her peace in the Manda, if the gods will it."

He picked up the beskad and brushed the sand from it. "Besides, that man stinks of Death."

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"You are blinded! You are misled!"

The Wolf of Manda'yaim was 6'6 and weighed well over 200 pounds- without armor. He was a large, imposing man all on his own. He bench pressed weight much greater than that. He could run and walk in armor for miles upon miles, and the strain had not hit him yet. So, it was when he lifted his right hand- and went to throw Gilamar off of him.

"This is not the first, but this is the first where we stand on the ashes of a ruined planet, and you stand on the side that caused it."

Preliat rose to a knee, and stared at the old man.

"When you lose, when you falter, there will be no one who will say you did the right thing. You will have fought for nothing but a murderer."

[member="Gilamar Skirata"]

 

[Alleycat]

Location: Above dome
Allies: DW
Enemies: Mia's Dar'manda Supporters Engaging [member="Talise Skirata"] (I tagged you in my first post, but no bite lol)
Ra'gr-class Superiority Starfighter - (1) squadron
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It had taken a while for the Tal'galaare to make their way through the heavy screen of fighters Mia had brought to escort her bombers in that were targeting the dome protecting Sundari, but the X-wing-like startfigters were hanging in there against a much larger enemy force; losing only one Bloodhawk so far.

The glare of lasers against her shields hid the results of Cinara's shooting this last go around, but the pilot's astromech droid, T'ad, reported one enemy ship destroyed and another damaged. In seconds Bloodhawk One shot past the line of TIE styled fighters, then hauled back on her stick, rolled, and dove back in at them. The immediate numbers had been reduced to more reasonable odds by now. As one of the Yavin-class Interceptors started to circle around towards her, the honey blonde inverted, dove, and came back up and around to go head to head with it.

Cinara boosted power to her forward shields, then pulled a snap-roll that stood the Ra'gr on its port S-foil. That narrowed her profile and would allow the first volley of laser fire to pass on either side of herself. At the last second she selected a proton torpedo and let it fly at point blank range. Even though it never got a solid target lock, she hoped it would hit [member="Talise Skirata"]'s fighter dead on and tear it apart.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Over the city
Objective: Not dying
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Gravity
Equipment: Raxi'gam ; Whisper (lightsaber) ; WESTAR 35 pistol ; Ms. Medica pack

Everything was tilting and turning and twisting. Gray's body remained pinned to the side of the shuttle as it continued rotating at full spin towards the city. He had as much control right now over the situation as his eyes had over perceiving the galaxy. Trips to Mandalore always just went so well for him and this was certainly adding to the long list of pleasurable moments. As much as he would like to joke about his situation to himself, he needed to get out now of it immediately or he wouldn't be around to joke any longer. The main question was really what he could do given things.

The first answer that came to Gray's mind, and the only one he realistically had time to come up with, was just to force his way out of this situation literally and metaphorically. He gathered up a large amount of force into himself as quickly as possible then released it. The energy was directed towards the wall he was pinned to and towards the nosediving cockpit. This gave him just room that he went flying into the shuttle door. He was once again pinned but this time it was in a place he wanted it to be at. Using the force once more, he quickly used a burst of energy to tap the button on the console controlling the door just hard enough to activate it. The structure he was pinned against quickly opened up towards the sky and Gray found himself ejected out due into the skies of Mandalore.

Excellent! Now Gray was now free of the shuttle as it quickly out-sped him towards the city below. And he was finally free falling towards the ground with absolutely no parachute or jetpack. At least he was able to spread his body out and slow himself down so that he wasn't falling as fast as before. He wondered how many other people had chosen to take the slower plummet to their deaths over the faster one for a moment then began to figure out a plan to slow himself down enough to hopefully survive this. Looking out with the force he saw that he was closer to the planet than he realized and so once again needed to do something now. It worked for him earlier so he figured to go with his force it plan again. He built up power then released it all downward. His body jerked up a bit as this happened and then began to fall back towards its earlier speed, but had taken more out of him than he realized. His head was aching and limbs felt tired as he got closer to the planet. He only had one more shot at this in him and without natural eyesight the chances of him judging it properly was low. Very low.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Sundari City Streets
Allies: Death Watch | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Kaden Farr"] | [member="Narir Tracyn"] | [member="Rena Namadi"] | [member=Aryn Spar] | [member=Ra Vizsla] | [member=Preliat Mantis] | [member=Silas Mantis] | [member=Cinara Vencu] | [member=Strider Garon] | [member=Tal Vizsla] | [member=Kad Tor] | [member=HK-36] | [member=Kade Kelborn] | [member=Rena Namadi]
Enemies: Nukalorians, [member=Rapax] | [member="Vila Sayne"] | [member="Kal Ordo"] | [member=Mia Monroe] | [member=Gilamar Skirata] | [member=Daxton Bane]

And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.​

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Ra pushed [member="Darth Kentarch"]'s body off to the side, gasping for air. The war still waged around him, though the inferno had been mostly quieted. Blood seeped through the cracks of his armor, there was no telling how much damage the Undying had sustained against the warrior. He reached for the cracks of his armor, his gauntlet barely tasting the seeping crimson that poured forth. The only good thing to come of this battle was the Mand'alor could no longer feel the pain in his shoulder from the failed assassination attempt on his life, due to these new wounds taking priority. He nearly crumpled with pain, but he couldn't. Manda'yaim would not allow him. There was too much work to be done, and too many depended on him to make sure they saw it through to the end.

Get up.

The planet itself willed Ra to his feet, and he stood, looking around at the carnage. He slowly walked over to his helmet as bursts of a pulse rife echoed in the distance, though the battle near them was beginning to quiet down. Bending over with immense displeasure, Ra picked up the dented helmet of his beskar'gam. It would not be left behind. As he did, though, an earth-shattering explosion came from the direction of the Sundari Palace, where Mand'alor and the children had been previously.

Ra's face was filled with shock and awe as he witnessed the wanton destruction of the Sundari Palace. Explosives, below ground, began shaking the very earth as the palace began to collapse in on itself.

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That palace had stood for more than a thousand years...​

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Ra was enraged.​

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This is pure, unbridled destruction.​

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"They cannot win...​

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...nor will they accept defeat.​

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What price has this Liberator set upon the soul of our people...​

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What madness has driven her followers to crown her​

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Queen of the Ashes?"​

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Ra nearly fell to his knees in witness to the Palace's destruction, his mind overcome with grief and exhaustion. This sacred city had been desecrated, and even though the Watch could hold the city...​

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The Insurrectionists were burning everything behind them in their retreat.​

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Nuclear explosions.​

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Assassinations.​

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Bombs in the sewers.​

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And they were scared of him?​

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Destruction was all these people knew. All they wanted.​

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The fear of Ra Vizsla was just a vehicle for that madness to trample Mandalore unchecked.​

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An attendant to the Mand'alor had rushed upon him, as Death Watch began to swarm over the streets in response to the children and the fighting. Ra turned to the man, as they all began heading for the barracks.

"Send out the word.

Evacuate what's left of the city. The radiation will seep in with the next storm, and these people can no longer be protected.

Mobilize the Watch. Leave what little resources we have left behind to help fix the dome.

We leave for Ciryc Gar Oriya <Cold Iron> tonight."

Limping, Ra headed for the first speeder to the barracks, where he would receive immediate medical attention and organize the convoys to the Cold Iron North immediately.

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OOC​

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The Mandalorian Civil War trilogy will conclude in Civil War: The Last Mandalorian on Wednesday night EST, November 1st.​

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Please feel free to wrap up your stories at your own pace.​

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

Location: Sundari Outskirts
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: Rebels

The explosions coming from Sundari shocked Atiniir Starrider awake. He was lying in the dirt outside the city, aching and bleeding. His jetpack was out of fuel, his gauntlets nearly overloaded. For as long as he could, Atiniir had fought the battle in the skies. He'd lost count of how many basilisks had lost their pilots to his efforts. Then, his jetpack had started running out of fuel. He'd declared a tactical retreat for whatever was left of his twelve-man squad, and had begun fighting his way out. A close call with a shock generator rod had rapidly increased his descent, and then everything had gone black.

Atiniir lay gasping in the dust, trying to will his body to rise. Suddenly, a t-visor appeared above him.

"You look like hell," the voice of the former Sundari Prison security commander said as he extended a hand.

"How's it going?" he asked, taking it.

"Palace is gone," the commander replied, "Ra just sent the evac call." Atiniir was stunned. The palace was gone? What more would these insurrectionists take from the people of this planet?

"I'm zero fuel," Atiniir said, trying to keep his rage in check long enough to make it out of this. He leaned heavily on his comrade.

"I've got a few seconds left," the man replied, "We'll get out of here." With that, the two Mando'ade left the battlefield to join their comrades

[Exit]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Mia Monroe"]

He stumbled back and resisted the urge to knock him back into the sand. Looking up into the sky he saw Death Watch marked ships and droids leaving the city. He didn't have time to talk. He knew the direction they were heading well. He cursed under his breath and walked quickly to his droid with Preliat shouting nonsense at him. He was a broken warrior now.

"When you lose, when you falter, there will be no one who will say you did the right thing. You will have fought for nothing but a murderer."

Gil pulled himself into the saddle-cockpit of his war droid and grunted.

"It wouldn't be the first time..." The engines sputtered to life, blasting sand and wind everywhere. Death Watch and Monroe's forces were tiring from battle after battle. There was no rest for the wicked Mandalorians.

His thumb found the long range com on his droid's controls. "This is Gilamar Skirata...Get me Ru Tetsuya."

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: The Barracks
Allies: [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="Garon Priest"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: Ouchies

The blood of the Mand'alor splattered over golden plate and spilled on the ground. Crimson caught Yasha's young eyes. A girl's father was supposed to be an indomitable knight in armour, a warrior who would never die. He was the paragon who would always protect her, who would teach her how she was to be treated.





Yet, Yasha knew her father [member="Preliat Mantis"] was a wounded wolf hobbling through the rest of his life. When Preliat Mantis wound up unfit, MIA, [member="Ra Vizsla"] took his charge on. He was the hard-line benevolent guardian Yasha needed. A combination of indomitable will and comforting reliability... and now the un-defeatable, Undying one was bleeding and staggering in his bid to save the girl and her friends.





"RA!" Yasha screamed, clawing at [member="HK-36"] to let her go, to let her friends go. Yet, the droid was an altruist. Yasha cried Ra Vizsla's name. She had to get to him! Yasha had a bacta patch or two! She could help stop the bleeding, she could...





She could...





Blood loss and pain struck the child into a slump. She grabbed [member="Garon Priest"]'s collar as HK-36 yanked them away to the barracks, [member="Narir Tracyn"] and [member="Kaden Farr"] were screaming her name.





"You're hurtin' honey pie. It's gonna be okay. Your Daddy's armour pinged, sweet irli, I'm sending Uncle [member="Silas Mantis"] to get him." The recorded voice of Aditya began to play, an image flashing on the girl's HUD. The emergency subroutine pinged Silas Mantis, Aditya's calm voice flooding into the Tal'Rekr's buy'ce.





"Si? Preliat's buy'ce ain't functioning I can't reach him. I'm sensing battle damage on the beskar'gam. Please go get him. Yasha's hurt, honey. Ra saved her, but she's hurt. Girl needs her Daddy, please hurry as you can." The voice filtered away, and Silas was once again alone in his armour, but for a single spot in the distance, which flickered with a yellow light.





"Mama? I messed up. My friends got hurt."





"I know, sweetie. When we get inside, give [member="Kaden Farr"] your goggles, honey."





Medics met HK-36 at the entrance to the Barracks, surrounded by Mando'ade with blaster rifles raised. The children were taken inside, yet Yasha scrambled off the adults, ran to the corner where Ra was getting tended and wedged herself under a table.





"Where'd she... hey kid! Get out from there!" A medic tried to grab her, "Kid, out! You're not okay you need medical attention!"





"No!" She needed to hide her eyes, to get away from the bustling medic centre's tumult. The little girl shivered, curled up on the floor in the corner and batted away from the medic. Her back hurt, her leg throbbed, her back was sticky and smelled like copper.





"Kade, Nar."





Yasha peeled her goggles off her face, rubbing her eyes and looking away from the soft light spheres around the barracks. She blinked over to Kaden and let the goggles go.





"The lights're too bright." Yasha hooded her eyes with a lacerated arm, hoping to keep Narir with her, to keep their little troop together. Garon was on a bed nearby, words from the adults that he was exhausted, but okay filled Yasha with relief.





Once Kaden put the goggles on, a world of pastel and rainbow colours swathed in night met his eyes. The light of the barracks filtered down to near-black. Dots and lines of trajectories, vectors, lines of escape all represented in separate colours. This was how his friend saw the world, a series of escapable moments guided by faded strokes of colour.





"Hello there Kaden, you can call me Mama, okay? Our little girl's a bit busted up ain't she? It's gonna be okay. The adults can help her ankle, unless you wanna to it. No shame in getting help, hon." The soothing Epicant flowed to Kaden's ears, a ghost of a woman reduced to nothing but sound.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Streets
Allies: Death Watch

[ I'm right behind you, cyar'ika. ] Bree answered [member="Vilaz Munin"] on their private comm channel, then scrambled up the metal ladder that lead up to an opened man-hole to the street surface, though she nearly was knocked off as an explosion from further down the sewer tunnel sent a blast their way.

Once up top, the real fight was going on, and not only with Mia's followers, but rogue Force users too who were amongst them striking against Death Watch. One such battle going on nearby was the one between a Sith and their Mand'alor. Briika gave cover for Vilaz as the Akaan went to help Ra, but the Concordian's attack was blocked by a piece of the dome crashing down as the protective structure above Sundari had been breeched by an aerial attack of bombers and fighters. After that, she'd lost track of the fight, only knowing her husband was still okay though he was upset by the whole situation... and that Mia was still alive.

The silver-armored baar'ur's blue gaze hidden behind her red tinted T-visor caught a glimpse of a Ra'gr dancing in the skies above through the gapping hole in the dome. Rumor had it Bree and [member="Kad Tor"]'s cousin had cobbled together a squadron of X-wing styled starfighters to aid their side, but she had not spoken to [member="Cinara Vencu"] for ages as the woman had left Manda'yaim for her own adventures as a skilled pilot and engineer long ago. It would be good to see her again. And if she decided to stay, welcomed into the clan and their home. Though it was doubtful Cinara would want to get all close and cuddly with the family. Something had happened with her father after her mother died when they were teenagers. Bree often wondered if the mean, drunkard of an uncle did something to her...

Shaken from the personal musing as the palace blew up in a spectacular fashion, Briika went into battle medic mode, aiding those wounded on the blood stained streets nearby. Those injured requiring more than just a patch-n-go were taken to the barracks where a triage station was set up to treat them more extensively before bugging out per the Sole Ruler's order. They were going back to Cold Iron City.

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: The Barracks
Allies: [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="Garon Priest"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Silas Mantis"] Preliat Mantis
Enemies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] broken ankle
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Kaden was scared. There was no other way to put it. The droid leaped in front of him again. Anger poured through his veins but there was nothing to be done. The droid scooped them up, and as much as Kaden kicker and screamed it was no good until they lay in the barracks. Yasha managed an escape, and Kaden followed her quickly. His heart wrenched at the sound of her in pain. She was handing him her goggles and wanted him to put them on.

His hand reached out for the goggles and he put them on.

The world changed to darkness. All he could see were faded lines difficult to make out. They seemed to be various escape routes. Everything was an endless routine of how to escape. Her world was different than his. Had the voice not spoken to him he would have processed it. There was so much to it that made it seem as though they were connected beyond the family that had taken him in.

”Mama I’m scared. She is hurting and shaking. I don’t know if I can save her.”

Kaden listened to the voice tell him it would be okay. It was soft and tender, soothing. He reached out for Yasha’s hand.

”Mama says to let the doctors help. They can fix your ankle. I’m going to talk to them.”

He took the goggles off and gave them back to Yasha. He crawled out from where they had been. Waving the doctors to them he said. ”Her ankle is broken...”

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Tal Vizsla"]

Kal smiled to himself as he moved, if the small lift of the corner of his mouth could be mistaken for such a thing as a smile. He pulled his shatter pistol from its holster and fired down from a floor above. If the pup wanted an answer to his challenge he just got it.

Kal began moving faster not wasting time with careful tactics or more tricks. He just ran up the stairs. Why would he run from a fight? It was simple, he was in control and he would pick where and if the would be hero got his chance to die for his chief.

He moved up the stairs farther and made sure to stay just a head of the young Mandalorian. He burst out of the roof top door and turned aiming into the doorway. Now he waited for the target.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: [member="Kal Ordo"]


He wanted to run? Tal would let him run. Two could play that game. The shatter shot struck his armor's shields as he climbed, slowing him enough for his quarry to gain a small lead, but did no lasting damage.

He continued the pursuit as Kal climbed, always keeping him just in sight at the top of the next set of stairs. Right up until the last floor below the roof, that is. He stopped when he reached it, standing just beneath the entrance to the roof. There, he drew a pistol from his hip and fired four small explosives onto the ceiling, then waited for the sound of footsteps above before detonating the floor directly beneath the would-be assassin.

With any luck, the man would be cascading down with the debris in front of him to be greeted by his hammer.

 

[Silas Mantis]

Silas didn't respond to the ghost that echoed in his helmet, he didn't need to. "Kaden, if you can hear me, keep Yasha safe. You're doing fine." He radioed to [member="Kaden Farr"], hoping the quick words of encouragement would aid his ward as he protected [member="Yasha Mantis"]. Not bothering to see if [member="Alkesh"] survived the blast, Silas jerked the war droid around and slammed down on the throttle. The machine whined as its engines strained, propelling the two of them across the battlefield. When one of Monroe's troops dropped into his path he hardly flinched as he impaled the man on the lance, dropping the weapon and leaving it and the dar'manda skewered on it in the dirt to die.

Blood glistened along his prosthetic, droplets sliding off as he raced. Some of the crimson liquid streaked over the sigil of his clan emblazoned on his shoulder, the teeth of the wolf dripping with the blood of the fallen. Perhaps it was symbolic of their lot, perhaps it was just where the blood ended up, but Silas didn't really care. He'd left Ordo for one man, for his hero, his idol, and regardless of whatever happened, he wasn't going to let him die.

He had to get to his brother.

Silas' gaze shot over his shoulder as two speeders dropped down behind him, blaster bolts soaring past him. "Kyr'amur staabi." He ordered. Kill the one on the right. Lifting himself up and off the saddle, Silas pivoted and jumped. His jetpack sparked to life and shot him forwards as he tackled his target from their seat and into the dirt. Dust kicked up as the two skidded along, but he didn't waste time. Little Wolf was already in his hand.

The bothan beneath him managed to throw a punch which even with his buy'ce stung, but an instant later he snagged the hand by the wrist and squeezed. The bone crumpled like a dead leaf under the immense pressure, eliciting an agonized scream from the insurgent, which was quickly silenced as Silas blade opened his throat, crimson spraying over his armor, painting him red. Looking over his shoulder, he watched as his basilisk made short work of the other speeder, ramming through it with a mechanized cry.

Sheathing the blade he leapt back onto his mount as it zipped back around for him. From there it seemed almost trivially easy. The droid rushed to [member="Preliat Mantis"]' location, and Silas dismounted instantly. If [member="Gilamar Skirata"] remained by the time he had arrived, it would've been clear Silas was no friend of his. One shoulder bore the insignia of Death Watch, the other of his clan. The younger brother had no intent to fight the Skirata yet, he was here for his brother and nothing else.

With his armor painted in the blood of the dead he approached his brother hurriedly. Patching the worst of the injuries well enough to move The Wolf, Silas picked up his brother in his arms. Even with the prosthetic, Preliat was fething heavy, but Silas could manage. "Don't you karking bleed out on me." He snarled, moving his elder onto the back of the droid, then clambering up himself.

Without a word more, the two would make their exit.

 

[Narir Tracyn]

Location: Sundari Barracks
Allies: Echoy'la Soluse | [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Enemies: No one, not anymore

Narir was trapped in a fog. Pain and guilt and dread weighed him down as he held on tightly to @HK-36. The droid flew them to the barracks, where medics and fellow Mando'ade met them. Narir let go of HK, landing on feet made unsteady by the emptiness in his heart and the lacerations on his chest. Narir wouldn't be there when Yasha called for him; he was whisked off by medical personnel, and didn't have the strength to resist. The flight to the barracks had drained what was left of his adrenaline, and blood loss and fatigue were settling in. The medics laid him on a bed an started pulling pieces of transparisteel shrapnel from the young boy's chest.

"Lucky little di'kut," said one of them, "If just a few of these had been an inch off he wouldn't be alive right now." Narir barely processed the voices. What was happening to him? He was supposed to be the calm one, the down-to-earth one, the one to keep his head in a crisis and approach things practically. But when he'd seen friends in danger, he hadn't been able to think. He'd just reacted the only way he knew how, and once he started, he couldn't stop. His anger was like a floodgate; once it was open, it poured out everything it could until the river was empty. That's what Narir was now; an empty river.

Narir drifted in and out of consciousness, unaware of anything happening around him. When the final piece was extracted, the medics put a mask over his mouth, and blackness claimed him.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Kitchen because this city is toast!
Objective: Trying not to be the jelly on this toast
Allies: Mandalorians hopefully
Enemies: Still that jerk Gravity
Equipment: Doesn't matter anymore!

As the sensation of falling was all about his body, Gray tried to look out with the force to judge his distance. Everything was in liquid motion as it all entered, past by, and then was replaced in an endless confusing cycle of colorless nothingness. He had to stop. There was no way he could properly judge it with the speed his body was moving at. His head was already beginning to hurt before and looking out only made it worse. He had built up force energy within himself but with how things were going there was no point. His body would just end up as more debris to reign down onto the city at this rate.

Then Gray felt something in the force. A small voice quieter than a whisper. A tug of instinct demanding action in the softest way. He had no idea how close he was to the ground but something was telling him to do whatever it was he planned to do now. He listened to the instinctive voice. It was something he had learned to do over his life, even before he was aware of his sensitivity. He released all the energy he had built up inside of him forwards. A rush of air boomed and was quickly followed by a lighter pang of something striking a roof. His decent was brought to slowed to a halt in a second or two. He felt as if he was suspended in nothingness for the briefest moment then he was falling once more.

Gray felt the impact of his landing even through the silicar layers of his armor. Any breath he had in him was expelled forcefully from his lungs and if he could see anything before then he was sure it would all have gone extremely colorful then dark for a second. His body was screaming at him and his head throbbing loudly enough he thought it was the only sound left of his people's world. An exhaustion overwhelmed him to the point he couldn't even stand up. He felt like a prisoner within his own mind, but at least he was alive. He source of wished he was dead though right now so he wouldn't have to put up with the sensations running around his form.

After some time, it was hard for Gray to tell how long he had been laying there like an fleshy meteorite, a beeping barely made it through the throbbing sound. Slower than an Ilum glacier, he put his hand to the side of his helmet and said, " Yes?" A pause. " Sir. I just received confirmation that transport ships are on their way. A second group is preparing supplies as well and will head out as soon as they are ready." " Roger. Keep me posted vod." Gray's hand fell idly back to the roof top. Maybe he would be alive again by the time the second group arrived. Wishful thinking for wishful times.

 

[Rapax]

Location: Sundari streets
Allies: Loyalists and others who are fighting Death Watch
Enemies: One on one duel with [member="Rena Namadi"]


His hopes of it killing the beast didn't come to pass but he got the pilot out of the cockpit how ever the blast of laser fire it unleashed before hand he did his best to dodge but the shock wave from it send him flying back and hitting the wall, Fortunately the immortal armor was built to to take a beating and it will take a lot more then a after effect from a laser blast to break it. The beast was down and its rider was out on the field with her yasalamiri which is one of his prime targets to get rid of first, The war droid may still be operational but if he can get rid of that yasalamiri he wont have to worry about being close or far from her anymore. He use his pyrokinesis to create a super heated whip of fire and electrified it as he swung it forward towards Rena with the hopes it would latch around some part of her so he can do some damage while he used the force to look for any voids to try and find the lizard she was carrying.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: In our makeshift fighting pit
Enemies: [member="Rapax"]

The bond between Rena and the war droid was so strong that when the mount had been disabled, she felt an emotional tug towards the mechanical being. But it was not enough of a distraction to truly take her focus off her opponent.

The Force user appeared unharmed by their laser attack, but as she hovered around, trying to figure out her next move, the Blood Rider saw the crackling electric whip heading her way, to which she flinched, but watched gleefully as it dissipated before it was able to lash her. The ysalamiri in her pack had disabled the use of the Force in Rena’s near-vicinity.

Zooming back and forth above him on her jet pack, likely resembling an intensely annoying, although somewhat giant gnat, the Manadlorian warrior fired again with her FWG-5 Flechette Pistol, this time at a closer range. The homing device in the weapon ensured that the pistol’s shells would identify her target and then shatter within 3 meters away, spraying micro-flechettes at an insanely high speed.