Cry Havoc, and let loose the Strills of Waaaaaar! (Mandalorian Dominion of Bastion)

[Nyos Val]

Marrik's blades were covered in blood. He drew breath heavily after dispatching the militia men who came. He stood in the center of about two dozen men, blood trickling down Marrik's armor, none of his own. He flicked off the blood from his vibroswords and sheathed them. He bowed his head in prayer for the souls of the soldiers he slay. He looked about for more, but was instead greeted by a squad of Legionnaires coming to join him. He fell to a knee from exhaustion, and their medic came to his aid. He guzzled a canteen of water and a few ration packs. Marrik was carried to the steps were he rested a while as his brothers in arms set up a defensive perimeter at the steps.

 

[Kad Kando]

Kad Kando ran through the palace, hot on Ordo's trail. Ordo may be human but its difficult to keep up up with a Mandalorian space wizard. Cheater, Kad thought to himself disgruntled as Ordo suddenly kicked the huge double doors off its hinges. Everything slowed down suddenly as Kad assesed the situation. He saw a man with a lightsaber with an angry glint in his eye. The air around Ordo was glowing. And a Mando, minus a foot, was rolling around on the ground. The Cathar made his decision. He ran over to the fallen Mandalorian--Nolan Detta his ID chip said-- and picked him up, pulling the wounded man's arm around his neck for support. "Come on, your fight's over ner'vod" he growled. Kad hobbled with the man to the far corner of the throne room and began to pull the armor off what was left of his leg.
[member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Nolan Detta "][member="Ordo"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Oh, someone new...Why thank ye strange Vod. You wouldn't happen to have anything to eat would ye?

Nolan was not happy, he lost his foot, his beautiful foot. Stupid Jedi thing. He pulled out his Charging Rhyno and loosed three shots. He aimed right for the man's face. He wanted to rip it off from that nice crop of hair that shaped his chiseled head. He hoped that the .454 caliber Tungsten Alloy tipped rounds punch hard through his face.

[member="Kad Kando"]

 

[Kad Kando]

Kad sighed as Nolan fired away with his pistol. He knew that it would probably just irritate the attacker but whatever makes the guy feel better. He grabbed the wounded man's shooting arm lowering it, and growled, "What part of 'your fight's over' didn't you understand?" Kando cut open Nolans leggings, revealing cold, clammy skin. "Oh great looks like your body's going into a bit of shock", he mused aloud. Digging in his emergency first aid kit the Cathar finally pulled out an injection gun and adrenaline. He shrugged at Nolan and said simply, "You aren't gonna like this ner'vod".
@Nolan Detta

 

[The Hound]

Click.
The inner workings of a revolver played through in his mind. The angry glint behind a blackened visor, the explosion as hammer slammed down on the firing bin, the slug flying from the long barrel of the Mandalorian weapon. The Force worked in mysterious ways and when Turin picked up that intent, that anger, it sent a chain reaction through Turin and through the connection of the Force Turin was able to see this happen, moments before he muttered those silly words.

Battle Precognition

His focus shifted to the pair of Mandalorians for a moment. Not enough time to disable the attack, but enough time to catch the rounds in a powerful Force Push, sending the rounds to the side. "You heard your friend, you're done." he muttered, gripping the air with his hand, the Force wrapping around the gun and the hand holding said weapon. The air around the hand began to compress on it, crushing it slowly. The gun began to creak under the pressure and the plates along his hand began to scrunch up like foil.
[member="Nolan Detta "][member="Kad Kando"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan felt his hand begin to squeeze out if no where. He felt the same energy that he felt when his foot was destroyed, he willed in his heart for the pressure to stop, instead, it just slowed, to a gentle pressure. He looked at the man in the eyes, hate fueling his heart. He set off his jetpack, propelling himself from the palace door. AS he departed, he launched the rocket from his jetpack at the man.

[member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Kad Kando"] [member="Ordo"]

 

[Kad Kando]

Kad snarled as he was knocked off his feet by Nolan's jetpack starting. The injector flew from his hand and the vial shattered on impact. "Copaani mirshmure'cye, vod?", he growled. Kad wasn't quite sure who he meant that towards but one thing was sure; This mir'osik of a Jedi was going to get kill Nolan. Whether directly or indirectly was unsure. Kad flipped up to a knee and let loose a volley of fire from his blaster repeater at his enemy.
[member="Nolan Detta "][member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[The Hound]

Swiping at the missile, the Force propelling it to the side. He was caught off guard as the missile exploded, nearly in his face. He put up his arm to shield himself from the mild blast, but the heat singed his cheek and his once tan complection was covered in soot and a large red circle on his cheek where the heat was most intense. With a simple thought using the Force, he blow the smoke away. Was this kid crazy? Gripping the jetpack with the Force, he ripped it from the man's back, or more accurately, pushing the pack and the man apart with the Force. The pack spun out of control zipping around the room.

He let the man fall to the floor, and turned his attention to him. Maybe he was doing this because he was in shock? The human fight or flight response was truly strange. Or maybe this was that Mandalorian spirit he had heard so much about. Without putting his back to the other two Mandalorians, he made his way towards the crippled soldier, his cold blue eyes staring him down. He had poked at the wrong hornets nest this day. Turin was normally a man of mercy, but what they had done here today after what this place had endured? The hatred rose, and he fed on its power. That was the good thing about being a "Dark" Jedi. Every emotion had its place, every emotion fueled your endeavors.
[member="Kad Kando"] @Nolan Detta

 

[Kad Kando]

Kad tisked, slightly irritated that his opponent had chosen to focus on the cripple rather than him. Every Mando had his or her pride, and he wasn't about to let this shabuir walk all over his. The Cathar roared his challenge and charged the Force-user, continuing to fire until his repeater had reached critical levels. He figured that it wouldn't be that effective, but he knew the key to beating a Force-user was to keep his mind busy.
[member="Turin Val Kur"] @Nolan Detta

 

[The Hound]

His second blade activated with a snap-hiss, the twin blades spinning and dancing in front of him as he deflected the blaster bolts. He wondered what race this man was, as after that roar, he definitely wasn't Human. Using the Force, he swiped under the Cathar's feet, attempting to trip him and cause him to fall. The blaster bolts had done nothing but irritate him. Reaching out with the Force he grabbed at the man with the Force.
(Hey, [member="Kad Kando"] I'm sorry I didn't see you had fired before, if I ever 'ignore' your post shoot me a PM and I'll go fix it right away) @Nolan Detta

 

[Kad Kando]

Kad snarled in fustration as he felt something trip up his feet. However he had nothing to fear, for he was a shabla cat, and used his momentum to roll to his enemy reaching out to him with his crushgaunt before being... stopped. Shab he hated midichlorians. He growled as he flailed at his opponent. Just out of reach. He went for his side-arm. Maybe changing from bolts to slugs will mess with him. He fired from the hip at the tanned man with his own Charging Rhyno.
(No problem [member="Turin Val Kur"]) @Nolan Detta

 

[Ordo]

[member="Nolan Detta "][member="Kad Kando"] [member="Turin Val Kur"]

It was not looking good for the Defender of Bastion. Ordo moved forward as the others fired and began skirting to the side to flank the darkling. Ordo moved to keep the Dar'jetti from completely destroying the Detta boy.

"Kad get Nolan out of here before he dies." Ordo said as he rushed at the Dark Jedi. His heavy feet ringing out on the stone floor.

His beskad was moving from right to left horizontally and shoulder height as Ordo closed withing range as a few stray slugs bounced off his beskar plates.

 

[Kad Tor]

Unknown to the crew blasting the cannons, a play was being made on the palace. Kad still had his own cannon to take out, and if he managed the right one it could set a chain reaction with the explosion [member="Kable Detta"] had just made. He had a small window, and he took it. Running for the middle cannon, Kad pulled out his own set of charges.

[member="Ralize Darkfeather"], I'm going to need a pick up right away. I won't be able to run fast enough to get away from this blast. Get [member="Kable Detta"] and [member="Briika Tor"], and come get me." Kad said in a open channel to the other three.

The far explosion had done what Kad had thought. All the guards went that way, giving Kad a direct sprint to his target unhindered by a storm of blaster bolts. Setting the charges quickly, this explosion was going to have to be big, and fast. P for plenty and E for extra. The Mando'ad started running before he pressed the detonator. He needed as much distance between him and the blast as was possible.

 

[Ralize Darkfeather]

She'd been too stunned to reply to his declaration, finding a reply forming on her lips the moment after the comm line clicked off in her buy'ce. Ralize bit her lip sharply to get herself to focus back on the moment, and to keep returning fire from behind the open door of the speeder that was sheltering her. With [member="Briika Tor"] off to the side, [member="Kable Detta"] and [member="Kad Tor"] began their race forward.

A faint smile curled her lips as she tagged a particularly irksome guard in the shoulder, rendering his left hand - his primary gun wielding hand - useless. Briika was handling the near cover with incredible accuracy, giving Ralize enough time to swap out the blaster attachment for her favorite, the sniper rifle. With the scope and the readings from her HUD, she started picking off the guards in the path the men were taking towards their targets.

It would have brought Ralize some form of satisfaction, had she not thought the loss of life was a waste. Then again, the bastards were shooting at the love of her life. She had no issue nailing the guards right between the eyes to keep Kad safe.

"On our way." she said in response, hopping into the speeder and waiting as Briika did the same. She sped off, the rifle in her lap, barely slowing down enough for Kable to leap in before she gunned the engine again.

The explosion was...impressive. The hypervelocity cannons came tumbling down, the ground beneath them bucking wildly as the underground shield generators and power stations joined in the cascade of destruction. A wall of flame and debris vented outward from the site of his set charges, the side of the structure buckling outward.

She stared in horror, and felt as if everything was moving in horribly slow motion. They weren't going to get there fast enough....they weren't...

The speeder screeched to a halt and she would later say she didn't realize what she was doing. Ralize vaulted over the door and began racing towards Kad as fast as she possibly could, unable to breath or even think as she watched him fall to the ground.

Her heart stopped.

She might have screamed, she might not have. She really didn't know, her focus was so narrowed. She felt the energy burst out of her outstretched hands, a shimmering wall of bright emerald green forming around his prone form. Beskar clad knees hit the dirt as she willed the damn wall to withstand the flames and the debris pounding at it like a predator trying to reach its prey. Blood trickled from her nose and the edges of her vision darkened as she felt the energy rushing out of her far too fast.

All she could hope was that it held out long enough.

 

[Kad Tor]

Everything happened way too fast. Kad had started running and saw the speeder coming for him. The explosion had been loud, but he was still on his feet when all of a sudden he felt a sharp pain in the back of his left thigh. It was like getting stung, but a hundred times worse. The Mando'ad stumbled as his left boot hit the ground, and Kad fell to the ground hard. He rolled on his back immediately, and reached for his thigh as he saw his death approaching. As fast as Ral was, she was not going to make it in time. Kad closed his eyes, feeling good to die with honor and knowing [member="Briika Tor"] had [member="Kable Detta"].

The flames had not engulfed him as he thought they would. Debris had not crushed him. Eyes opened and a green wall of energy held the force which would bring his death at bay. Forcing himself to roll over, Kad looked for the source. Eyes widened as they focused on [member="Ralize Darkfeather"]. It was coming from her. The dirty blonde Mando'ad willed himself to move. They had to move if they were going to live. Not even a wall of energy could hold forever.

Just as he moved though, the flames stopped and the debris had landed. Kad drug himself to where Ral was. With all the weight on his good leg, the verd reached up and removed her buy'ce, then his. He noticed the blood coming from her nose and wiped it away before pulling her into a desperate kiss. This had been the thing she had been hiding, the thing that had her nervous around him sometimes. Now it was in the open, and Kad didn't care. She would learn to use it, and Kas would be there to help her along with this gift.

"I love you Ral'ika," he said as he pulled away from the kiss. "Looks like you saved me yet again."

 

[Ralize Darkfeather]

She couldn't see very well. The darkness had crept in along the edges of her vision as she faltered and the wall blinked out of existence as quickly as she'd created it.

She couldn't see [member="Kad Tor"], and that made her chest tighten enough to leave her unable to breathe.

It hadn't worked.

It han't been enough.

This stupid ability was worth-

Ralize only realized he'd survived when he tore the buy'ce off of her head. She still hadn't figured out how to breathe when he kissed her, his desperation the equal of her own. Trembling fingers cupped his face in her hands, while emerald eyes filled with tears that soon spilled across her cheeks.

She drew in a deep, ragged breath, slumping against him, heedless of their surroundings. "Someone had to..." she replied, swallowing hard against the lump in her throat. "...I thought...I thought I'd lost you, before I had a chance to tell you." As if she was simply making sure he was real and she wasn't hallucinating, the mechanic kissed him until she needed to breathe again.

"I love you so much..." she whispered fiercely, slumping against him as her adrenaline abruptly ran out and left her feeling utterly exhausted.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Sabrina was looking on as colours changed on the battle map, the mandalorians where winning, Their was no doubt about it, their where just few pockets of resistant left. She sent a message down to the field commanders Please stay clear of area 15 and 16, I will order an orbital strike on them points. This would allow the mandalorian to send all their battle strength, at last remaining pockets of resistant without any chance that know defunct fel empire would be able to send reinforcements forward. She then turned to gunnery commander, and uttered one single word Fire. With that order the fleet sent a barrage of fire to cut of any reinforcements, that might becoming towards to their aid.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan slammed onto the ground hard, his pack now imbeded into a far wall, then detonated...Aww, that was my favorite jetpack!!!

He sat up, his head now throbbing, he used his Kath Hound to stand himself up. Rangir!!

He turned and hobbled out from the palace, the Silver Saber SOB would have to deal with [member="Ordo"] now.

[member="Kad Kando"] [member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[Not Ordo]

Kal sat in the Cargohold of one of the Ships on top of a crate of weapons. His woody skin looked nearly black in the dark hold and he meditated on the Current situation below and the Many people he had felt in the force. He would always enjoy the Mandalorian peoples. So much life, so much determination. However, he was getting old, very old as far as some counted things, and he was beginning to think it was time to move on and return to the jungles of Ithor or Myrkr.

 

[Not Ordo]

Oryuken held the heavy repeater as the dropship made a soft landing and let his squad debark before taking off again. The world was practically theirs they needed only to clean up the troops as non-violently as possible and begin getting the locals calmed down. He moved with an urgency rarely seen in anyone other than combat vets as the began setting up a command base in the government buildings bottom floor.

"Reckon we bettur clear the bulding while the techs get gear in order." he said to his squad mates.

The group of troops from clan Garron began making their way up the stairs and shutting down the turbolifts along the way.