Communication is key (Mandalorian Dominion of Esfandia)

[Vuhan Chen]

[member="Strider Garon"]

In the small cramped broom closet of the massive ship Conner Garon was packed into it tightly and had been laying in wait all this time. He was here to find the last name on the list, the list of fathers he never had. He was sixteen years old and the boy had never been off Zeltros before, much less sneak onto a mando command ship. He was here to confront [member="Strider Garon"] and demand things of him. Things like help in securing his revenge, or things like making his self confidence go up. Well maybe the first one more but it was still important the second one.

Wiggling in the broom closet Conner lifted up a device and started speaking into it. "Okay my fifteen subscribers. I've made it here to the command bridge of the mandalorian command ship. It's stinky and smells of BO but I'm surviving. In a moment in going to come out of the closet and confront my dad!" Catching what he said about closets he coughed and sputtered one last remark into his wrist "I'm not gay!" He said moving one foot over the other to trip and fall spilling out of the closet and rolling over to where Strider stood.

Looking up he saw the massive mando that was his father, he flintched and held up both of his hand shielding himself. "DONT TAZE ME BRO!!" He said still flinching and hoping not to die at this very moment.

 

[Strider Garon]

*Crash*

A disaster fell out of the closet, and some mops and brooms. It would catch the all close to the scene's attention as the boy, a intruder and stole away had just made himself fashionable present. Strider with panther like reflexes had his ancient Sacros K-11 blaster pistol drawn with in a bat of eye. So unfortunate for the kid was that he had unknown device held in his hand that To the mandalorians could of been an IED or any other form of weapon that could wreck havoc to a ship's bridge.

With a quick click of the thumb and light squeeze of the trigger, Strider would send a stun bolt into the boy's center mass. His reactions were quick and decisive. He needed to end the threat quick but keep the suspect alive for torture and intel collection. This could of been a sith spy or worse, an assassin. The bolt would Hit Conner direct on, dropping him like a sack of ossik, sprawling him out on the command deck's durasteel floor.

"Secure the Suspect in the brig" Strider would growl with disdain "Arrest my chief of security as well for neglect of duties."

Later on.................

Conner would wake with in a cold cell, mando cuffs firmly attached to his wrists that were uncomfortably placed behind his back. Just in case he was a force user. If he looked around the room he would find Strider Garon and possibly company with him.

"Who are you? and who sent you?" The old man inquired with a brutish snarl.

[member="Conner Garon"]

 

[Vuhan Chen]

[member="Strider Garon"]

Conner's vision swirled in and out his head rocking back and forth as he did his best not to slip back into lala land. The boy however fought off the soothing grasp of sleep and refocused his vision to the scary mando and company that was in front of him. He coughed and groaned softly. He was about to crap bricks when he realized how much trouble he was in, he had been captured and this whole get back together with dad thing was not panning out as he had planned. Conner cleared his throat and answered his questions

"No one sent me." He said giving another cough. Now it was time to answer the other question. Drumroll please! He thought in his own mind. "My name is Conner." With a dramatic pause he spoke again "Conner Garon, and I'm your son." The pink child looked up at his supposed father and did his best to smile. "Man mom really has no standards when it comes to her job." Conner chuckled and coughed again shaking his head back and forth to try and stay awake. "Surprise surprise all in your eyes, I'm your son." At least he thought so, he was the last name on the list and he was really tired of picking new last names with each ex customer he visited

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Somewhere and for some reason, Ginnie stopped in her travel and went "Oh snap, son!". She had no idea that [member="Conner Garon"] and [member="Strider Garon"] were having the conversation from hell up on the command ship, or that her acclamation had any sort of basis. The girl was knee deep in a puddle of some . . . form . . . of muck.

Ginnie ploughed through it toward the Comm Centre, she readied her rifle as her HUD brought up a list of targets. Some dissidents had the drop on Mandalorian soldiers. Well that wouldn't do! Ginnie crept up and fired her rifle into the centre mass of one of the dissidents, firing her grapple-and-cable into the other's throat. Hitting the retraction button, the cable went taught and the man slumped toward Ginnie Ordo. Yanking the grapple out of the man, she flicked it with a wash of wind then looked to the Mandos.

"You got guns?"

"One, Ma'am."

"Here. Fall out." The petite Mando'ad tossed her rifle at the one and tromped off toward the Comm Tower. "S'go you pansie-wansies!"

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Ana continued to slowly maneuver her way towards the warehouse in her sights now. The young woman had to move slowly as not only did she not want to get shot but Ana wished to not be seen by the enemy.

As the firing subsided for a moment Ana took the opportunity to make a break for it to the building. The young woman assumed they were just reloading or moving positions. The thought that they were getting together to gain up on her crossed Ana's mind however this was a chance she was willing to make.

Sprinting across the grounds Ana was met with a few stray bullets that barely missed her but she made it to the side of the building. Now she just needed to get in. Moving herself over to the door she quite literally kicked it in.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

So far the battle, if it could be called that, was going well. Siobhan left the details of blasting pirate ships out of space to the naval officers actually competent in such matters and contended herself with sipping tea. She blamed [member="Mirien Valdier"] for her apparently liking Atrisian tea these days. Darned Force Bond. Come to think of it, maybe Firemane should establish tea plantations! They could become...the East India Company. Oh, wait, said company had been inefficient, corrupt, despotic and ended ignominiously.



Moderately smug meta comments aside, she gestured to one of the bridge officers. "Have a ground team prepared for deployment and radio the Mandalorians. They have theatre control, we defer to them."


"Roger that, ma'am," the bridge officer spoke, passing on the orders.


Streaks of laser fire flashed through space as a flight of Adril-class starfighters pulverised corsairs making a suicidal run. Siobhan cocked her head slightly as she took note of the prison ship. Well, in all likelihood Siobhan would know it was a prison vessel since there was no reason for her to be privy to that, not like it would matter to her though. However, it was quickly identified by the flight controller as the vessel of [member="Mia Monroe"]. Someone Siobhan had wanted to see again for quite a while. Siobhan did not excel at Force sense and in any case there was plenty of interference due to the sheer mass of battle and the skirmish going on in space, so lacking Force-endowed omniscience she had not been able to magically sense her. "Ah, hell, I'll be going down myself. XO, you have the deck. Prepare my ship and send a message to Field Marshal Monroe." With that she quickly left the bridge and headed down towards the hangar, where a fighter would be waiting for her.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

"Ah, Ma'am? What's a Pansie-wansie?" One of the two Mandos asked with a check of the rifle and a shrug. Ginnie stopped.

"I have nooooo idea." Ginnie shook her buy'ce and the three Mandalorians looked at each other. "I think it's a kind of flower." The other said.

"A flower? Is it a killer bug eating flower?" Ginnie piped up, nodding the Mandos across a gorge and creeping up on the Comm station.

"Must be. A Mandalorian wouldn't be any other kind of flower." The Mando replied.

"My Riduur would love a boquet of killer pansie-wansies, then!"

"Let's find some later!"

"Tr--change of plans." Ginnie felt the ground, peering round as a familiar sensation slicked down the back of her neck. Her father [member="Ordo"] was here. The blood trail linking them shone in Ginnie's mental eye, she reached out with the Force.

'Daddy, do you need back up?'

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Mia Monroe"]

Of all her titles, past and current -- Empress, Grand Admiral, Arbiter -- the simple label of Master carried the most meaning, to her ear. She'd worked harder for it than everything else put together, twice. The voice that conveyed the title, however, was not familiar. IFF on the Mircen-class, and a check on various Mandalorian databanks to which she had access, brought her the name Field Marshal Mia Monroe.

Ahh.

The memory clicked. There's been a young Echani man who'd loved her once, unrequited, a decade ago. Maybe he'd been more in love with the idea of her. Regardless, he'd found his happiness with the once-dead Field Marshal Monroe, just as Ashin had found hers with Spencer. Her thumb rubbed the alchemical wedding band she wore.

She didn't need to make a final check on the situation; she kept current, up to the minute, and could make her decision at once. Even so, she took a moment to be sure, to ask herself if she had a grasp on all relevant factors. Finding nothing that needed her attention more than this, she nodded to the comms officer and cleared her throat. "This is Admiral Varanin. I'll meet you on the surface at whatever coordinates you designate."

A small Animus-class assault courier left the Grave Wind shortly thereafter. In due course it touched down wherever Monroe had called her -- fairly close to the fighting -- and Ashin clambered out of the courier's ball cockpit. She wore only a flight suit and a lightsabre.

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Isabet Skirata"]


Kyr flew back several meters as the heavy swing from the big Mandalorian met his beskad. His arms and shoulders hurt from blocking the blow as he skidded across the Duracrete. He was on his feet quickly surprised the beast of a man hadn't reached him already. His arm came up as he flew back at Ordo with his jet pack at full speed. Flames and a wrist rocket fired at the man as he soared forward as his other hand went down for the cryoban grenade on his H-harness. All he needed to do was give the girl a clean shot.

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Location: On-route to Long-Range Communications Base
Objectives: Reach the base.

Catherine gave Gaius the thumbs up gesture before pointing up towards the rocky terraced plateaus that lead towards the long-range communications base. The Mandalorians in the immediate vicinity, separated from the rest of their group and without any noticable leader, tagged along with her, forming a rag-tag group of warriors heading towards their objective.

With Gaius leading the way, the group was making serious headway, gaining ground on the ever-nearing goal in site. The trek was calm and uneventful for now, and that was a welcome change from the dangerous and hectic battlefield they had emerged from not too long ago. Cathy was certain that they would soon encounter enemy resistance, with possibly more defense fortifications as they got closer towards the base.

[member="Lord Gaius"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Similarly clad, Mia stepped forward to greet the woman of Many Names and Faces as she disembarked from the ship. "Su'cuy gar, Ashin." she greeted, offering a hand to shake. The sound of the fight echoed close by, a cacophony of blaster fire and cries of the dead or dying. A sound they were all to familiar with. She led the way ot the edge of the battle, casting her eyes over it with an impassive expression.

"I'm not one for big speeches so I'll make this short and sweet. Ordo is alive, this may or may not be news to you." she shrugged "It doesn't matter either way. What does matter, is that he is here. His safety and survival is important to me, I cannot rely on our borthers for either. There is too much anger for them to see past the end of their noses."

She paused, head tilting slightly as the comm chatter in her ear, informing her of Siobhan's arrival. A slight smile curled her lips for the briefest of moments before she looked back to Ashin. "Will you help me?"

[member="Ordo"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Ashin Varanin"]


At this point in time an Adril-class starfighter came descending from the skies and touched down wherever Mia and Ashin Varanin, Woman of Many Names, Titles and Avatars, were chatting. The sounds of battle could be heard from close by, but the Mandalorians were probably winning. Firemane had landed a strike force of mercenaries to help out when it came to shooting people that needed shooting, though they would defer to the Mandalorians in that regard since it was their dominion!



Anyhow, back to our heroines. Fighter landed, Siobhan clambered out of the cockpit, dressed in pants, a shirt and a somewhat overdramatic leather coat, lightsabre at her side, though she did not use the blade much these days and probably would not do much good with it! "Well, this is a reunion," she said dryly when she looked upon Varanin and Mia.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

"That depends, Monroe," said Ashin, glancing at Sio with half a grin. Her gaze settled back on Mand'alor the Apparently Still Relevant. Rebirth was no surprise to her these days. "Mostly, it depends on how much of him is retained, and how much of him was...the other. You have my attention and my silence. Tell me more."

 

[Lina Ovmar]

A slight tension eased from her as Siobhan made her appearance. She was relaxed in Siobhan,s company, no matter what odds they faced. She flashed her old friend a smile. "Hello Legs." she greeted. She might have hugged her, but her conversation with Ashin was to important to delay.

"Most of him." she replied earnestly, "He is not the man he once was, but he is no longer under the influence of the sith. He does, however, retain all the memories he gained during his..." Reign? Possession? She was lost for the right word so instead she simply shrugged. "He can provide vital intelligence for us. Some of it might be dated, but its better than the little information we have."

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Isabet Skirata"]

The big Mando drewback his hand and swung his beskad at Kyr with the speed of a hypervelocity cannon. Kyr had planned for this. Watched vid feeds, listened to reports, and he was prepared. His whip-cord fired as his jet pack cut and he tumbled under the swing and passed the Mando's legs. His boots found purchase as he rolled and he was back on his feet as the behemoth followed through with his swing. Kyr's whip-cord whined in protest as the man turned to face him. His boots scrapped the ground as the man pulled and Kyr's hand dropped to his shatter pistol. He aimed at Ordo but could hardly crook his finger before the other man pulled and Kyr was once again airborne.

He fired his jet pack again and tried to use the momentum to wrap the big man up tighter than the feet of a walker on hoth.

 

[Ordo]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Isabet Skirata"]

Ordo's arm was yanked around as the brown and black clad Mando fired his Repulsor jet pack. The whip-cord wrapped around Ordo too fast to be untangled with any speed anf in seconds he lay prone onbthe flight deck. He quietly drew on thr force and began pushing against the cord. The sound of strained metal cord started as the other Mando's shatter pistol began pounding at Ordo relentlessly. It was over one way or another and it was time to accept his fate.

 

[Lord Gaius]

LOCATION: Inbound to Esfandia Long-Range Communications Base
OBJECTIVE: Make the final push
MUSIC: Iron


Gaius Vel began to make a fast-march. Some Mandalorians took their six, walking in a long line of ants behind him, while others kept up the pace in a quick jog. Others took the flanks, far to the right and left. A shadow covered them and vanished. twin triangular-shaped pirate starfighters roared over them. Gaius roared, "Incoming!" the air became filled with similar shouts as everyone dove for cover behind boulders and rocks. A line of cannon fire erupted two dozen meters behind him, an inferno that billowed and blossomed straight toward the Mandalorians covering his six. Gaius glanced around, hundreds of Mandalorians started running across the broken ground. A final charge for the long-range comm base. The dust from their charge filled the air and mingled with the smoke from the last cannon blasts. A single vod lagged behind, turned, and braced, holding a shoulder-mounted missile launcher. The unknown woman fired. A missile streaked into the atmosphere, leaving snaking trails of vapor. The missile bounced off an incoming starfighters shield; the missile exploded, not damaging the craft, but buffeting it into its wingman. Both craft tumbled, lost altitude, and then their landing edges scraped the ground, dissipating their weakened shields, and they spun end over end erupting into fiery pinwheels.



{ [member="Catherine Romanov"] }

 

[Catherine Romanov]

Catherine was marching slowly, keeping in pace behind Gaius, when all of sudden, two shadows were cast on them from overhead. Not long after, she heard Gaius shouting for everyone to take cover, before heading to cover himself.

Catherine ran to Gaius, who was seeking refuge in a nearby alcove. Several others joined them, while many others fired their guns and other assorted weaponry against the pirate's ship. Quite a number ran forward, taking no cover whatsoever. The ships seemed to be impervious to the small arms fire that most carried, until one shouldered a missile launcher, firing off a successful round in the fighter, scoring a direct hit. When the threat was over, the group came out of the alcove, and marched forward, and she would se what Gaius planned to do once they arrived.

They were almost there, a hour or two march left, and they would be there. It was not long now.

[member="Lord Gaius"]

 

[Strider Garon]

The legendary warrior's stoic cold, emotionally face cracked with a grin of dismay and humor. This poor excuse of flesh and bone had caught the old man by surprise by such...... well plausible...... accusation. It seemed as of late that his lust and sin filled conquest of the galaxy had been catching up to him for there had been many 'offspring' showing up to his door step to claim a heritage. The thing is, from a visual the boy looked like a zeltron half breed and Strider had 'visited' many of the race's beautiful females.

Strider pulled his med pack from his tactical belt. there is a instrument with in that could prove such claims were true or not. This was not exactly the line of questioning and interrogations he thought he was going to have with this intruder. But cause of the many that have made such claims and just pure fact that this child did not look like the type to be an assass or sabatouer, there was a possiblity that he could be right. OR hopefully wrong and misguided on who his father was, because there was no way Strider could produce....... that!

He chuckled with amuzement "Listen boy! you could not be mine, your weak and of fragile build. My Genetics could not of create something of such waste and ill lacking in intelligence. But, to satisfy your curiosity and mine as well I will make a test"

With that Strider stepped forward to the bars, keying the unlock passcode and having the access door slide open. He did not fear the runt, there was nothing that this boy could do to harm him. He was no warrior, no skilled assassin... that was the only truth in this. He took off his right gountlet, exposing true fleshy fingers, and pressed the medical device against his index finger tip to draw blood. With a quick click of a button and the needle would drop and gather its sample. He would then perform the same on Connor.

"This will make truth on your genetics" He glared at the boy sternly, his imaganition playing tricks with him as he studied the boys facial features. Once you got past the color pigment of the zeltron, there was a eerie similarity that Garon recognized. The medical device beeped his eyes wondered to the results.

"Fierfek!" He snarled, the poor excuse of a whelp was his. Not exactly that shocking for the genetic pool of humans and half humans probably has a higher then normal of being Garon seed. But........ HIM?

Strider was mandalorian, he may not have been the husband type but he had never yet turn any of his bastards away and today he wasn't going to start, though this reunion had a shaky start. "What do you want of me?" He questioned sternly

[member="Conner Garon"]

 

[Vuhan Chen]

[member="Strider Garon"]

Conner sat there with a straight but almost comical look on his face as his father went on about how he was weak and he was strong and yadda yadda prime directive space marines rangers lead the way huah crap. Then he did the test and Conner winced a bit and spoke out in protest "Ow! That stung! Does anyone have any adhesive medical strips?" Though it wasn't needed, the little prick wasn't even bleeding but Conner was a bit over mothered in a sense. What with growing up with just his mom who was now dead thanks to the sith. Conner simply sat back and waited for the results and thought of all the fun things he could be doing right now besides sitting next to space Rambo and the boys.

That thought process was pushed away though when the test confirmed Strider was his father! He kept his poker face on and tried to look tough when looked up at his father seriously. He needed to tell him what had happened now that he knew strider was his dad. He looked back down at himself between his knees and thought about his mom, how he had hugged her told her that he loved her and both went about their merry ways as any other day. He felt a single tear roll down his eye and sunk, his walls of confidence failing with one thought of his late mom.

"It was just any other day, told mom I loved her. I went to school she went to work. I'm from Zeltros, and the sith came." Conner paused and swallowed hard choking down some more tears. "And uh" he struggled getting the words out. "Turns out my mom gets caught in the crossfire between some Jedi and the sith. Building comes down, she gets caught and crushed." A few more tears roll down his eyes and kept looking down continuing his story "So I go to find mom after everything is over. And I find her just clinging on to life while she's caught. And I try to call for help but everyone was so busy." A choking sob left his mouth and he went on "Medics came eventually and told me it was too late to save her and there were people who needed help with a better chance." Conner coughed and that sadness turned into rage. "So I just laid there with her until she passed, she died choking on her own blood and they did nothing! The republic did nothing!!" He looked up at his father his bright red eyes stained with tears.

"So you're going to help me. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you! You are going to help me get revenge on all of those bastards who took her from me! Every last sith! And the people who were supposed to help us! You are going to take me in and train me how to hurt the ones who hurt her!" Anger and raw hate dripped like venom from his mouth and he wanted nothing more than to rip those restraints off and beat a wall with his fists. He was weak, and he was frail, but he wasn't going to accept that anymore.