Dirt and Ice (Mandalorian Dominion of Bimmiel)

[Darth Banshee]

After screaming at the vong, two of them where felled, some the rear of group turned face her. She was outnumbered by them, if she stands and fights she would die. She had one choice, run for it. So She turned and fled the vong, the group what turned gave chase, they opened fire as they did. She could feel the blast whistle by her ears, as they passed her. Then she felt it, smack bang on her left shoulder blade. If it was not armour weave she be dead, she stilled knocked over by the blast how ever. Though she manged to roll into a ditch, as she fell. They where still coming for her, about ten of them. They where vong, force dead creatures. She had little skill in killing them as of yet.

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

With out being told after one had stop the bleeding coming from her shoulder from a large bolt after all she had to take care of herself no one would every see her as a mandalorian if she was weak like this. Knowing that she was on her own to save her own skin. Her skill kick in just like those when she train with the skill of being countess. Use all that was given to her.

Going through the down shuttle knowing she would have to come fact to face with Lily body again. It was after what was under the seats that after. Pushing all could to get under as she pulled out what could only be what could keep them alive just maybe get themselves out of this mess.

Coming up with a flare gun with three rounds, a med kit and a part of a old radio. About to just throw that to the side but stop. Finding a few more odds and ends. Taking the knife from under her many layers of skirts. Cutting way all the layers after all if she would need to run couldn't be tripping over herself. Throwing all these things into the the skit cloth she tide the conors. Made her way out of the shuttle at less the part she would get out of taking with her a few bolts and other things that could be used as weapons if one had the imagination. That was something that one would need this was some talks they had gotten herself into.

Making her way over to the group, reaching for another shoot of adrinal only to cause herself to run into Nolan. Just like old times, I should have known.

[member="Adenn Gra'tua"]
[member="Nolan Detta"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
[member="Strider Garon"]
[member="Darth Banshee"]
[member="Zenoc Lah"]
[member="Kara Cabor"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan bumped into the Countess as she was running. Yes, like old times. I'm off to look for supplies, care to join me?

Shouldering his L3 rifle, he started off towards the West looking for a downed ship or some sort of lifeforms. If the Countess followed she could catch up.

[member="Countess Calum Teramo"]

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

Giving a little chuckle before she see him taking off run always on the move that one. If he was standing still it was trouble meaning that something was being blown up. Running wasn't new to the Calum either. As she took off with the small stash that was already found. Sure I have already found a few goodies.

Taking a few more steps as she took on long strides to keep up with Noah couldn't help but keep her thoughts to herself. Now was not a time for a cut up joke or was it. What you do to the natives this time, take their virgin daughters for a stroll?"

[member="Nolan Detta"]

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac enjoyed cooking out on his farm. The calm breeze, the smell of meat roasting on the open fire pit, the acrid stench of fried electronics... Wait, that wasn't a bar-b-que smell... Slowly, his other sensed began to filter information to his brain, as it throbbed now with a headache he could only assume was the equivalent to a hangover. First his sense of smell told him many things, from burned and charred flesh to the smells of wreckage. Taste came back with full vengeance as both the distinct flavor of blood and dirt filtered in. Then he felt the weight of the wreckage above him. Yup Mac was pinned by parts of the shuttle. Being near the back, the heavier parts were closer... As his hearing was starting to fade in, Mac caught the sounds of his Vode gathering themselves and, yes a battle.

Activating the comms in his Buy'ce, Mac radioed out, "Strider, your gonna owe me a drink after t'is... I just need some assistance 'ere. I t'ink some of the engine components are on top of me..." Mac tried to claw his way out, but nope, he was gonna need a little help getting free. At least he still had full use of his limbs... "O', and w'enever you get a second, I could use a little assistance getting loose..."

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

The sound of [member="Mia Monroe"]'s voice flooded Adenn's ears, telling him -or someone else- to stop shooting "Alright... Shab, where do we regroup at? Your position? The man lowered his weapon wishing he had some kind of explosive weapon to use against these fighters "And jet packing up to them would be stupid..." he chuckled "Well, for most people anyways, including me." Adenn paused to look at the ships again, they were making another pass "Never mind, I'm coming to you anyways." it was only a short dash through the clearing, not to much for a normal man to handle, but Adenn having asthma... He'd have to take this slowly or risk going down in the middle of the clearing.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Crash site


He found himself in a burning wreckage. He felt his hair behind him, touching something. So that means his helmet was off. He could feel the heat on his face, the air going directly against his face. It was like trying to breathe in glass, and he felt himself light. He was without his armor. He had left it on the main ship, tucked away in his quarters. He was wearing a protective environmental suit. But it would prevent him from maybe freezing to death for a little while longer. He stood up, the small metal plates on the suit scratched and barely hanging on. He glanced around, and went to the emergency medical supplies that were dangling from the ceiling, grabbing a large coat that would provide him with sufficient warmth. He jumped downwards, rubbing his hands together and trying to warm himself up. Parka. That's what they called them.

He grabbed a flare, and lit up the red beacon, waiting by the crash site. No radio. No weapons. And freezing.

Preliat hated this trip already.

 

[Strider Garon]

30 minutes Later [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Countess Calum Teramo"] would find a A-A5 speeder truck and three speeder bikes being the only operational vehicles that had survived the crash. There was assortment of weapons also collected from the weapons cache ranging from energy cells up to rocket launchers. Mandos never pack light and always ready for a war.

In that time period those that were trapped were freed, the pesky vong advance team that had attacked [member="Darth Banshee"] were dispatched quickly and now all that were able to move were all gathered just outside the open cargo hatch.

There wasn't much time, the team needed to get moving before The vong came back with enough force to capture or kill those that had survived. Strider stood, side by side with Mia as he bared his eyes upon their seasoned warriors. If one was to be stranded on a desert planet with the odds stacked against ya, these were the people you wanted to be with .

Taking a deep breath the older mando opened the door to the truck "ROLL OUT VODE!" He commanded, stepping into the large speeder that could carry them all, quickly strapping himself into the driver's seat. They all knew the objective at this moment: Was to keep mobile, search for communications and send out a SOS. This was now gorilla warfare against the vong and a single Mandolarian was pretty much sanctioned as a one man army.

Nolan Detta Neskar A'toll Kara Cabor Mia Monroe Jon Swanson Siobhan Kerrigan Luminous Countess Calum Teramo Basaba Willamina Darth Banshee

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac had finally recieved help getting the debris off his back, and was now checking his ammo suppy. As the command to load up was barked out, he slung his shotgun on his back and jumped into the back if the truck. Fortunately for the mission had gone sour, Mac had brought weapons and gear. Unfortunately, he was less armed than he'd have liked. With just a single Westar, and his Ripper as side arms, he was going to have to rely on his Strill 2000, and hope that he could get up close enough to employ his claymore and Morningstar..

Turning to his Vod, Mac smiled under his buy'ce, "Let's get t'is road on t'e s'ow!"

 

[Preliat Mantis]

A Vong squad approached Preliat- at least, where they thought he was. He saw about six of them, hungrily looking for survivors. They would find one. A tenacious one. He had retrieved a ballistic vest, but little else to protect him from the cold. He had removed the upper half of the environmental suit, and his chest was bare, again, save for the ballistic vest that gave him some warmth. Vong troops began to descend towards the flare in the middle of the darkened field, heading towards where they believed he was. Preliat waited for a long while, before removing the Ori'ramikad knife from his boot, and stalking towards the Vong troops.

Vong liked to believe they were the elite warriors of the galaxy. He proved them wrong in a matter of seconds. Amphi-staffs weren't quick or enough to deter Preliat, as he landed on the furthest Vong from the squad. Injecting his blade into the Vong's lungs, he prevented any screaming- the Vong died rather quickly and painfully. He slid the knife out from the crab armor, throwing it down. He stepped on the amphistaff, choking out the vermin. Preliat skulked along the dirt and the ice, before he descended on another Vong soldier, slicing his throat with a quick slash of his knife. He threw his head forward, having cut deep enough to go to the vocal chords.

The sound of the gurgling soldier caused the other two to turn, and raise their weapons. Preliat jumped into the air, pressing the button on the hilt of the blade, and activated the CO2 tanks. He beamed it towards the fourth and furthest Vong, and watched as the blade impacted it's neck. The CO2 was injected directly into him, freezing the skin around it, and expanded the meat inside. What resulted, was a particularly gruesome explosion of gore. Preliat landed on the third Vong trooper, and swatted away the Vong's hands. He dug his thumbs into the Vong's eyes, slamming him down with all his might. The Vong shook for a long while, before ceasing to move after Preliat was satisfied it was dead. What Preliat didn't know, is that he had killed the Vong a few seconds earlier, but was constantly embedding his thumbs in the nervous system.

He stood up, and yanked the knife out of what remained of the Vong's neck. He wiped it on his pants, and felt the bitter wind's chill as the adrenaline wore off.

"Not a vacation spot."

 

[Basaba Willamina]

"AHHH" Basaba moved as she struck a chunk of rock again a vongs face then grabbed him. This was not something she was finding fun as the knife she had was on the ground. She gave a snarl to it all smashing the rock against his skull a second time, then a third and fourth until it was simply a meat meaty lump. Crab armor didn't protect from stone and now she was moving getting her blade as she drove it into the armpit of a second vong. The exposed section expanding and popping while the arm went one way and him the other. She was looking at all of it while kicking him away then drawing another weapon. "Come on."

 

[Anastasia Rade]

She had decided to travel alone in order to serve proof to herself that she could work alone. It was of the upmost importance to Anastasia that she be independent. If she were to survive in this cruel, harsh galaxy she would need to learn this. She knew that it was also good to work within a group and that was a work in progress. She was dealing many trust issues which made it difficult to believe anything anyone said. The young woman kept finding herself reminding herself that she was no longer imprisoned. These people were not like the Sith, they were good people whom cared for her.

It was quiet here, too quiet for her liking especially she she knew that Vong did roam this planet and would stop at nothing to keep the Mando's from taking it. She didn't know what they looked like however she did know what her Vod looked like so that was something.

The young woman kept her guard up for a sneak attack from something but there was nothing not even a peep from the building ahead of her. Sighing she shook her head for a moment disappointed that she was nowhere near any action until she heard an explosion which caused her head to turn.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Bloody Vong. Nobody liked Vong. Not even Vong liked Vong. It wasn't just that they were ugly, it was that they had no personality, no niche, no defining trait asides from 'we hate machines' and 'we are very scary.' That biological stuff they always hauled around was kinda annoying as well. Fleshy. Unusable. What was worse, Neskar couldn't even use it himself, unless he was missing a trick or something. He doubted that very much. The Vong in front of him applied to all of the above. It was taller than Neskar, which would've put him off if it wasn't for the hulking staff the Vong had equipped in its sickly, pasty white hands. Skin mottled, the aged hands gripped on the obsidian black shaft of the biological weapon; the quarter staff contorted with each weighty movement. The edge of the staff fell down towards the crest of Neskar's helmet. Reeling away from the impending strike, he simultaneously unsheathed his beskad, swiftly striking with unfettered fury to deal death to this towering menace.

That was his plan, at least. He had to get inside the guard of the Vong. The staff had superior reach, but was slower. And Neskar, with adequate firepower could smash a way through the Vong's defence. That could work. His environment was mostly open; the area outside of the crashed drop ship was space enough to avoid lethal series of strikes. In addition to his beskad, Neskar also allowed his ripper hand cannon to enter play. Ducking past further sweeping lunges, Neskar brought up the sights of his pistol to the oncoming Vong, releasing a burst of three rounds from its barrel. Momentarily stunned by the shots, the Vong stumbled. Neskar glimpsed his opportunity, leaping past the side of the Vong whilst hacking viciously to the exposed cranium. The beskad, sharp as anything, cored chunks from the skull, rendering the Vong incapacitated. Collapsing onto its knees, the Vong groaned finally, before falling flat. It seemed to be dead. Blood coming from its exposed head and all that. Neskar suspected it was only a low level form of Vong lowlife. A terrible shame.

 

[Kytarra Hawk]

An other place and another planet--- but same time!


The voice was thick, guttural, but bore the serious of the matter in Paecean tongue.

"Those untouched by the Winged Goddess and the Fanged God is a feat among itself." came from a raven and peppered haired warrior from Dreaming River clan. Her face was smudged with dirt, orange and red clay caked upon her face as a visual representation of her clan origins. That which among the inky umber of her tattoos distinguished her as an Elder of her clan.

Grunts and nods would follow in agreement. While the witches were prone to keeping to their own ways and their own affairs, the threat of the Yuuzhan Vong was not unheard of before. They had met and clashed against this savage enemy, whose religious fanaticism almost rivaled the dedication and commitment of the witches themselves.

Milky white eyes filmed over like that of a dead fish would reflect the light of the pyre before the circle of elders. Kytarra Hawk, Shaman of the Singing Mountain clan, clucked her tongue. Blackened teeth with the juice of a berry would bare, as her own words filled the hut.

"Dhen we do what we done before," a sudden toss of powder would be sent to the pyre, sending sparks and flames to shift to green. Spirit ichor to be summoned.

"We consult dha ancients. We prepare for war."

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

Up in space somewhere a sudden Omega Pyre ship appears!

Well mainly due to the fact that this small regimen of soldiers were enroute to Mandalor for paid contracting jobs. Which was nifty because it allowed these fellow mercs to be nearby when a mayday call was issued.

"What's the status?" came Aeron's question, her trench knife flipping in between her fingers as she awaited a reply from her comm officer.

"The transmission is broken Commander, it's hard to really pick up a location."

"Lock it down, stat." came her order, her blue eyes narrowing.

"Let's see what we got to play with today..."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Darth Banshee"] [member="Countess Calum Teramo"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Adenn Gra'tua"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Basaba Willamina"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Kytarra Hawk"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

The team of coral skippers flew out of the hanger and streaked through the sky hunting survivors of the crashed ship. As the protectorate ships left hyperspace a Miid ro'ik moved from the opposite side of the planet to try and intercept. They would soon have to face the Vong destroyer in the hands of the Warmaster in exile, Shimmra Rapuung

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan saw scout ships fluttering about in the distance, but moving the way of the Mandalorians. He blinked his comms into activity and sent a mass communication to the Vod.

"We have more ships headed this way. I'd say we need to find a way to get out of the immediate line of site. Someone tell me they've found a secret cave, magic door that opens with sesame seeds or something."



[member="Shimmra Rapuung"]

[member="Kytarra Hawk"][member="Neskar A'toll"][member="Anastasia Rade"][member="Basaba Willamina"][member="Preliat Mantis"][member="Mac O Shenanigans"][member="Strider Garon"][member="Adenn Gra'tua"][member="Countess Calum Teramo"]

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

[member="Basaba Willamina"]

Hooking back up to her sister after her and Nolan went hunting for everything they could get their hands on. After which time she knew they was sitting ducks out here in the open. "No I thought we could just stay here let them come for us, no lets see whats over that hill.", thinking that anything would be better then just saying her who knew their might be something over there. "Move it Move it", as she let herself do what she could carrying what she could on the back she would go through her treasure later.

[member="Nolan Detta"] Shimmra Rapuung
Kytarra HawkNeskar A'tollAnastasia RadeBasaba WillaminaPreliat MantisMac O ShenanigansStrider GaronAdenn Gra'tua

 

[Adenn Gra'tua]

It was looking harder and harder to get across the clearing, not since there was anything there to stop Adenn Gra'tua, but since his asthma was kicking in, constricting his airways and shortening his breath, slowing the man down to a fast walk. He was already halfway across the clearing from his sprint moments ago, but upon hearing [member="Nolan Detta"]'s comment about the Vong ships, he decided he probably wouldn't make it without getting shot a few times "Shab, not looking... Not looking good." Adenn managed to breathe out, stopping so he didn't have an asthma attack "Wait, I have a jet pack!" The bounty hunter said, feeling his back for the item previously mentioned "Hah! How'd I forget about the heavy weight on my back and shoulders." a few slow breaths before he activated the jet pack, sending him at an upwards angle across the clearing and towards the crashed ship. Adenn soared through the air for a few seconds before he started activating it in short bursts, keeping him from breaking anything upon landing near Field Marshal [member="Strider Garon"], kicking up some debris at the same time "*huff* "Ready to roll, sir." he said to the field marshal, moving to the back of the speeder while reaching for his DMR, climbing in immediately before he started checking his weapons and ammo while he was still able to.

[member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Shimmra Rapuung"]
@ Hawk [member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Basaba Willamina"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Countess Calum Teramo"]

 

[Muad Dib]

(OOC: Nearby awaiting signal)

Kanz Sector, Planet: Lorrd, Lorrd City

Atin sat back in the seat looking at the man across from him. Erik Vael was stone faced. The only thing that moved was a subtle twitch of his foot. Atin rubbed his chin, the stubble rasping slightly against his fingers. Eric frowned and drummed his forefinger and thumb on his knee. Atin sighed heavily while popping his neck.

With a laugh Erik stood and offered his hand to the mando in plain clothes. "Atin, you have to be the fastest student I have ever had!" Smiling Atin stood and clasped the man's hand in a very un mando handshake. "Pleasure's mine. I have wanted to find the time to study kinetic communication more closely. I appreciate your effort."

With a small bow Erik turned and left the room. Stretching Atin walked from the room and out of the building into Lorrd City. The spaceport was nearby. Heading for his firefly class ship he used his comm. "Kal, I'm leaving in thirty. Be on the ship or find another ride." A small smile on his face as he checked his chrono checking the time. In twenty nine minutes he was leaving the planet.