False Blades and Glory (TSO/Mandalorians; Beskar Raid)

[Eshtaol]

Eshtaol blinked for a second in confusion, trying to figure out why the voice in her head was suddenly not her own. Then blinked again in realisation. Hmm. Lately, she'd taken to assuming that through the Force, one was capable of more or less anything, but it was still strange when all of a sudden it was inside her head, talking to her with [member="Darth Abyss"]'s voice. It would, in all likelihood, be a long time before these things failed to surprise her.

Though she'd not taken long out of her free time to better her understanding of the Jedi that they were posing as, it hadn't taken much work to get the general gist: they strived for peace without really knowing how to achieve such a state. Even as a reasonably accomplished liar, it could take some effort to pull that off, but she was good enough at staying unnoticed that it hopefully wouldn't matter.

She and Abyss's starship fell from the sky behind [member="Darth Ignus"], and she held her saber at the ready in anticipation, ready to activate it the instant she could. Not before, though - she was fairly certain a Jedi wouldn't do. Hard to be certain, but with luck her reflexes were fast enough that a moment's notice would be all she needed. It crossed her mind that at some point, they'd be able to drop the charade; it depended on how quick the Mandalorians were to figure it out. If they didn't, though, she certainly wouldn't be the one to give the game away.

Could she mask her alignment in any way? Her yellowed gaze flickered to Darth Abyss; it could be because she was so lacking in ability, but she wouldn't have been able to tell he was a Sith without knowing. Eshtaol herself, of course, lacked the power to radiate Darkness as the others did when they weren't impersonating Jedi, but it still didn't take much work to detect the quietly Darksided aura that cloaked her like a blanket. She concentrated, trying to sense the Force in an attempt to smother her evident darkness with a pretend light, making use of her nerves, of her excitement, the adrenaline of diving through the sky towards Concordia, her omnipresent contempt for everything and everyone around her. Hopefully it would do.

She looked to Abyss for her cue.

[member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] | [member="Lyra Naerys"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Darth Ferox"] | [member="Middenface McNulty"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"]
@And the rest​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Allies: [member="Middenface McNulty"] [member="Warok the Defiler"] @Kiyron @Barwein Slovjen [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] [member="Stardust"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Ignus"] @Tirdarius @Lyra Naerys [member="Darth Malleus"] [member="Darth Abyss"] @Eshtaol [member="Darth Ferox"]

An ominous and mysterious bird came and rested itself on a railing once he and his unit had arrived on Mandalore's closest and valuable moon. It didn't appear native to the ecosystem of Concordia at all because even the warriors that had come on Vilaz's dropship were looking at it with curiosity. The Sole Ruler and the crow looked at each other in the eye as if they were judging each other's respective soul. Oddly enough it only paid any mind to the Munin and not the others, but then it finally flew off and, weirdly enough, it spoke to him. Something about them coming. But who?

"Stay alert and don't let your guard down," Vilaz said to the defense garrison.

And then came the trespassers before one of Concordia's great mines. The first thing that the Mand'alor saw was a figure in armor wielding a lightsaber that ignited a blue blade. The cogs in the man's mind turned and immediately classified the person as a Jedi, and one that served the Silver Jedi cell after talking words about the Mandalorians attacking their homes.

Jedi scum.

"The Jedi have come for vengeance, vode! Give no quarter!"

Giving out orders to his allies, Vilaz began to charge at the enemy while shooting out slugs in a three burst mode which were all aimed for the one leading this Jedi insurgency mission.

Spoiler

• Armor
• Knife
• Beskad
• Rifle
• Dual Pistols
• Sonic Grenade (x1)
• Flashbang (x2)
• Thermal Detonator (x1)

 

[Isar]

As the Mandalorians charged to meet the enemy, the crow squawked once, then disappeared in an explosion of black feathers. The air shimmered where it once existed, but nothing more than a slow spiral of falling plumage marked its passing.

The ground in front of a mine rippled, as if from an earthquake, then the planet itself seemed to groan and there arose a form: first a misshapen head, then two uneven arms, all of clay. The golem pushed against the ground, dragging out the rest of its lumpy, red-sediment body. The figure lumbered toward the Jedi, towering a full two meters above even the tallest of them.

The being looked like a child had attempted to create a human sculpture out of clay, only on a scale twice as large. Eddies of the Force swirled about the golem. It brought back an arm, then swung at the nearest Jedi, seeking to crush [member="Darth Ignus"] beneath a heavy block of a hand.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Finally. The ship rocked as they hit atmosphere, and the aging Sith let out the breath he had been holding since he had dropped out of hyperspace. Finally out of the dead of space, he felt a little better stuck in this ship. But, he was still stuck in his ship. Until his ship reached the drop point, the Sith was quite stressed. Shortly after [member="Darth Ignus"] leaped out he finally made it to where he could jump out, and he did so.

The wash of fresh air was a welcome feeling as the cockpit open. I always hate having to do this. There wasn't any time to really enjoy the sensation however. Quick as can be the Jedi robed Sith jumped out behind the very Knight who had chosen to initiate this mission. His own lightsaber came to life in a flash of green, easily identifiable as a Jedi weapon, but he had gotten the blade from the Templars. How long had it been since he used this saber? Several decades now, but it was built to last.

As he stepped forward to begin his own charge into the fray, the Force screamed it's warning of danger. Something was obviously amiss, and as the ground before the two erupted into the form of a clay man towering in it's stature. It hadn't even finished forming before it lashed out, but perhaps that was the wonder of it's structure. The Force held it together, not tendons or wires.

Jedi work together. It was a known fact of the Galaxy. Jedi would put their lives on the line for their partners no matter the mission. Might as well keep up appearances. With the Force in his body Ferox ran forward, and with the Force in his blade he struck up for the heavy fist. On contact, a telekinetic blast would be unleashed. The blast and the angle of the strike was meant to knock the arm to the side of the Sith pair. For now, the Sith wanted to keep the mud creature away, and avoid cutting off parts that could possibly reform into more.

[member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Eshtaol"] [member="Tirdarius"] [member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Abyss"] @Others

 

[Evaelyn Zambrano]

Allies: [member="Middenface McNulty"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Kiyron"] | [member="Barwein Slovjen"] | @Stardust
Enemies: [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Lyra Naerys"] | [member="Darth Malleus"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Eshtaol"] | @Darth Ferox

The target became quite clear. The mines. They had come to send a message, no doubt. That much was made clear from the great lengths they went to conceal themselves as something they were not. A message, yes, one intended to breed chaos, but she was quite convinced that many of the participants were motivated purely by the prize of beskar. For all the Sith preached devotion to their order, they were self-serving creatures. There would be no beskar for her. Little did it matter, she was on the path to become strong.

Closing in on the location, Evaelyn would find that their deception appeared quite successful. Gear and equipment appeared to be on point. They were even swinging blue glow-sticks. For all Evaelyn cared they could've been real Jedi. Jedi, Sith, it did not matter much. All must die. A job was a job. This was perhaps something her temporary Mandalorian comrades would be able to relate well to.

The armoured woman crouched at an elevated position and started picking her shots. She lowered her rifle, taking aim on the approaching 'Jedi', and opened fire. Knowing the skill Jedi and Sith had with blaster deflection, she targeted those who appeared smallest. It was her hope that the apprentices amongst them would not be so able to deal with the incoming blaster rifle fire. Her plan would likely have been more effective had she not stopped to gawk at the golem that suddenly seemed to rise out of the ground. These Mandalorians had some powerful friends. She had certainly never seen that before.

 

[Figure In White]

Slugs were common weapon choices when it came to Mandalorian's. Leos had been well aware of this fact, considering his own company manufactured such weapons specifically for combating Force Users. He knew, of course, that it was highly likely they would be used against him at some point, but he also figured that if he made it easier for people to kill someone who used the Force, they might neutralize some of his problems for him. In this case it was more like they were trying to neutralize him, and they weren't using one of his guns to do it. He didn't recognize the gun at all, and he wasn't about to pay attention to it anyway as he shifted momentum as soon as the gun was leveled on him. Changing the way you moved was the easiest way to avoid having someone draw a bead on him.

Of course dodging the bullets just presented him with a new obstacle. A giant monstrosity of earth rose before him, intending to swat him like a fly, but [member="Krest"] moved quickly to intercept it, which opened to them an advantage. The earth being had risen between them and the Mandalorian's, providing a veritable shield for them to utilize. Might as well make the most of what you're given, right?

Push it back into them. It'll make a good shield.

Drawing on the Force, he commenced pushing against the earthen being, intending to drive it back into [member="Warok the Defiler"] and [member="Vilaz Munin"], plus the others that might be near them. Chaos had its purposes, as did using what you were given. Jedi didn't inherently seek to kill anyone, but they did seek to subdue enemies when faced with them. Considering this was supposed to be a Silver Jedi raid on the world, it only made sense that they fight back and do some harm. The Silver Jedi weren't total pacifists, after all. Several of them had been known to attack first and ask questions later. This was purely defense at the moment, but it wouldn't always be that way.

The closer we get, the more damage we can do.

[member="Middenface McNulty"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Kiyron"] | [member="Barwein Slovjen"] | [member="Lyra Naerys"] | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Malleus"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Eshtaol"]

 

[Isar]

Krest's blast of telekinesis easily blew aside the clay golem's arm. The unfortunate creation then got hit with a second blast of energy from Darth Ignus, abruptly turning from terrifying monstrosity to impromptu boulder of doom that tumbled back toward Vilaz and only Vilaz, since there did not appear to be any Ewok in sight-

-Oh. Oh my. Correction, let us turn our attention to exhibit A, wherein a bundle of mange-afflicted fur materializes into existence behind Krest.

Warok smashed his fists together, with a resounding clang-clang from the gauntlets he wore. He danced from foot to foot and giggled maniacally.

"Caw cries the crow," he squeaked, "Tss goes the snake. What goes the Warok?"

Tar black eyes caught flame, lit by the embers of some madness.

"Shh. Nothing. Nothing."

The Ewok wound up a painfully obvious punch and launched his armored paw straight for the small of Krest's back.

[member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Krest"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Eshtaol"]

 

[Progflaw99]

Concordia , Mandalore System​

Status // Onward​

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Lyra ran her hands over the somewhat coarse linens she wore, the lightweight armor she wore beneath them foreign to her. She had been used to rags, maybe a tough pair of fabric pants or an overly thick sweater of wool to stave off the cold and protect against the rough and tumble life she'd lived on Telos IV. It hadn't been more than a month and already that felt like a full year had passed, her body taking well to the improved diet she'd been exposed to upon becoming Tirdarius' apprentice. That's what she was, an apprentice and yet her master had seen fit to bring her along. It seemed that the Sith Master had truly taken the words she now knew to heart. Trial by fire.

"Remember that your fear can be a weapon..." Lyra knew that well. Even her own fear had driven her to feats of strength, power, expulsions of dark side energy. Properly focused, it too could be used to one's advantage. As Tirdarius affirmed, harnessed, one's emotions became a powerful tool. A wry smirk crossed her features as he spoke about the value of life, more specifically hers. A short time ago she would have hesitated to kill another being, even in the act of self defense but now her conscious was clear. Those who aimed to take her life were in turn, entirely deserving of death themselves.

Noting the change in pitch, she didn't have to look at the panel in front of her to know they had begun their descent to the surface. Soon they'd be on the ground. A part of her was anxious to meet these other Sith. Equal parts fear and excitement filled her, her mind wandering on thoughts of what was to come. Would they accept her as Tirdarius' apprentice? Was it even important whether they did or not? What could she do to prove she was worthy of her Master's attention? Tapping her fingers against her thigh she pondered.

[member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Eshtaol"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Malleus"]​

[member="Krest"] | [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]​

 

[Darth Abyss]

While the others had already engaged in fighting the mandalorians, Abyss still waited in his ship for a second before he emerged to the world's surface. Jedi worked together, but that included tactics like diversion, where one group allowed the other to walk behind enemy lines without much of a fight, especially because jedi often had other plans than the destruction of their enemy. For the sake of this mission, he and his apprentice [member="Eshtaol"] would fill that roll. They would walk into another mine, take as much from there as possible and then disappear again without causing much damage if everything would go well. It was a very jedi approach to all of this.

"Follow me padawan."

He turned to the girl he was training as his apprentice, using the terminology that the jedi used for those they taught. On the inside he felt a bit of amusement about this situation, but on the outside he projected the cold, strict impression of a jedi master on an important mission. He wasn't skilled in creating a false light side aura, but he was able to reduce the dark side of around him into a glimpse of grey energy that couldn't be really seen for what it really was. As for his apprentice, he wasn't very worried about someone picking up on her darkness, as it was just a taint, not the burning hot flame of a sith lord. The silvers were rather accepting of the darkness, at least compared to their alliance counterparts, so a young and rash padawan could feel a bit of darkness without being overly special for it.

Turning away from the fight he witnessed, he began to move into the other direction, aiming for a smaller mine a few minutes away from his position. If the force would serve him well today, then they would get there without much of a fight, while their would serve as distraction.

[member="Krest"] [member="Tirdarius"] [member="Darth Ignus"] [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Lyra Naerys"]

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Enemis: [member="Middenface McNulty"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Kiyron"] | [member="Barwein Slovjen"] |

Allies: [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Lyra Naerys"] | [member="Darth Malleus"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Eshtaol"] | [member="Krest"]

The company on the ground reassured Cedric. Kregan however looked unaffected. He looked tense and brooding. It was the moment of truth after all. The landing, breaching through enemy lines. Do or die. He would much prefer the former. Both of them ignited their lightsabers. Both were blue. They fell in line, intentionally behind some of the others. It wasn’t a hard thing to do, what with the way they charged on ahead.

A terrifying golem rose from the ground, a being which was the last thing he had anticipated to ally with the Mandalorians. Thankfully for them it was engaged by one of the Sith Lords present. More charged ahead. For now it was Cedric and Kregan’s role to deflect incoming blaster bolts with their sabers, trying to redirect it back at their source of origin. Kregan found more success at this, Cedric still finding himself too distracted to make an effort. One of Kregan’s deflected blaster bolts found its mark. Not its source, but it didn’t matter, it was a casualty nonetheless.

Retaliation came swift. In the next moment Cedric dropped to the ground, hand clutching his leg. ‘Ocean’ the name came to him like the whisper out of a dream. ‘Ocean’ again once more. It didn’t belong to him. Was it even a name? The arm of the Zabrak snapped Cedric out of the trance. “Ocean!” now his eyes went wide at the sound of his code-name. Perhaps unnecessary, but they had decided to forgo their real names once they hit the ground. Had that really happened? Cedric was an experienced fighter to be sure, but he generally operated alone. He viewed himself much more like the suave agent, rather than the soldier on the frontlines. The war had frozen him still, but his ‘Padawan’ had pulled him free.

Now he was pulled to a standing position again. His leg was fine, the hit had bounced off his armour. This was much too chaotic for his liking. It made him dread to think how he would fare in the midst of a clash of armies. Not good he imagined. “Right” he grunted, in a tone that for the first time in Kregan’s memory was devoid of condescension. “Let’s go wide” Kregan instructed, and started moving on the flanks in an effort to bypass the main fighting. Cedric fell in and followed.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Sith
Engaging: [member="Darth Pyrrhus"]

The speeder kicked- and roared. Gripped tightly, was the Wolf himself. He had been too long without a fight. Without a challenge. He had heard Jedi. It did not matter. They were on his home. On his territory. He was a Field Marshal. He was Ori'ramikad. He was a Mandalorian.

He was death on legs.

He wanted the flanking element to know he was coming. The speeder was moving fast- and it bellowed with a deep bell sound. He was coming for the two (unknown to Preliat) false Jedi, one whom had just been wounded. Preliat threw his arm up when reaching his Mandalorian brothers, taking a squad with him. He gave the hand and arm signal for buddy rushing. It was an effective tool for covering ground in the middle of linear warfare. Fire and movement. One guy moves, one guy shoots. They all identified their partners, and rushed forward. A hail of accurate blaster fire rained down near the company. Preliat rolled off his own speeder, and stood behind the squad, covering them with his own M45 rifle.

He looked downward, at the beskar Knife attached to his boot. He absent-mindedly touched the handle of the Beskar tomahawk on his shoulder. Just to make sure it was still there.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Sith

Nicair hadn't been engaged in true combat in quite some time. In fact he had been away from his people long enough that he hadn't even realized a new Manda'lor had been chosen, let alone his adoptive planet having any kind of turmoil. The man's presence on Concordia during the attack was almost accidental, he needed beskar and had saved a certain sum of money for it. He had never gotten around to forging his own armor, his eukar'gam was fairly standard. Thus the need for beskar. Despite his long absence his reaction to an attack hadn't changed. The call to battle came and he answered, all that had changed was the speaker. He recognized the name [member="Vilaz Munin"] from a raid some time ago. They hadn't fought together, more been on the planet at the same time.

The warrior ran with a few others to the front line. A few things caught his attention that he didn't fully expect. The attacking Jedi, and a large creature that seemed to be made from clay.

I've got some catching up to do. He did a quick check of his armaments as he ran, his beskar tomahawk that he had received from Isley Verd rested at his left hip, it rang slightly as it clacked against his leg plate. His beskad he had received from Ronan Vizsla, still caked with blood. The man kicked himself for not carrying a blaster of some sort with him, most of his fighting was up close. But this was true combat, rushing with blades against Jedi was not a wise decision. He kept his stride as he turned his head to a warrior running beside him. He whistled through his helmet, such a sound was strange but got the other's attention. The man tossed a pistol, it was a challenging throw from the distance but it reached its target.

Though the two had never formally met, he could recognize a Manda'lor when he saw one, he placed his position behind the man and worked to get a better angle on the Jedi. A golem-like creature was blocking his fire.

 

[Kiyron]

[member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Warok the Defiler"] [member="Evaelyn Zambrano"]
[member="Darth Pyrrhus"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Lyra Naerys"] [member="Darth Ignus"]
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Shots echoed through the wood, along with the distinctive sound of lightsabers. He paused, laying down one of the sensors in the roots of a tree. Well, they certainly weren't trying to be stealthy. Or if they had, they had done a very poor job of it. He set the rest down and, kneeling, assembled his weapons, assembling the XM-1 sniper rifle and MRS into is assault rifle configuration, with explosive rounds. No need for armor-piercing- not much chance of them deploying vehicles in the area.

Then he was off again, striding off to the side of the engagement, XM rifle at the ready as he listened and followed the sounds. His HUD was reporting contact with hostile units, allegedly Jedi. But that made zero sense. He'd been with the Republic and Alliance long enough to know how they worked and this wasn't it. Stealth incursion... for beskar? There was nothing else of value in hitting the moon, except for retaliation. But again, that wasn't the Jedi way.

He paused at the fringes, where he could catch a glimpse of the engagement. Was that a... mud-thing? Who was summoning mud-monster? Didn't look like the infiltrators. He studied them more closely, zooming in on their faces. A Mirialian and Zabrak. That was hardly helpful, by any means. Armor matched Silver gear, but it didn't make sense. He slipped behind a tree, armor changing to match its bark and settled to watch. They fought in tandem support, which was Jedi style.

Kiyron had a bad feeling about the situation, but he hefted the rifle and sighted in on the green one, not even sure what to make of the Ewok. Things were weird.

He took aim, calculated trajectory and predicted movements, double-checking with his helmet, and fired. The rifle was silent- magnetically launching a small pellet at the target- this time approximately three hundred meters away.

 

[Darth Pyrrhus]

Allies: [member="Darth Ignus"] | [member="Tirdarius"] | [member="Lyra Naerys"] | [member="Darth Malleus"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Eshtaol"] | [member="Krest"]
Enemies: [member="Middenface McNulty"] | [member="Warok the Defiler"] | [member="Kiyron"] | [member="Barwein Slovjen"] | [member="Nicair Claden"] |
Disengaging: [member=Preliat Mantis]

Someone was approaching. Someone who clearly didn’t want to grant them easy passage, and wanted them to know it. The Jedi duo stopped and observed the figure as he got reinforcements. Cedric and Kregan exchanged a look. “I think not” Cedric said, seeming unamused by the gang of Mandalorians. That was quite far from his definition of fun. Kregan did not object. Their pair started backing off, aborting the flanking maneuver that they had just started. The place was better defended than expected. They were support much better suited to support the main force than push out all on their own. If Darth Pyrrhus himself had been here, well that would’ve changed things. Alas, he was not.

The Jedi Knight and his Padawan moved backwards at a pace. Turning their back on a hail of blaster fire seemed ill advised. They kept the hilts of their lightsaber close to their bodies as they tried to push against the blaster bolts with as little movement as possible. This time redirecting them to the group was pretty much out of the question, it was enough of an issue simply to ensure that they were not hit themselves.

Keeping an eye on the action, they broke out in retreat as they returned to the main line of Sith forces, falling back in with the likes of [member="Tirdarius"] and his apprentice who still had not engaged with anyone. Now the question was where to move next. Engaging the golem did not seem very appealing. Perhaps they would stick with the nearby Sith, or perhaps they’d follow along with whatever Abyss was up to.

 

[Darth Ferus]

The clang of metal filled the ears of the Zabrak as [member="Warok the Defiler"] materialized behind him. In that moment, he tore his gaze away from the golem [member="Darth Ignus"] seemed to have handled, and turned his head to find the giggling Ewok standing behind him. Had it not been for the Force and it's warning of dangers, the Sith would have ignored the small being. Even with them, he did, turning his gaze back to his 'partner', ready to assist.

Only to hear the Force scream in his ears. Almost instinctively he lurched forward, avoiding what would have been a fatal punch to his kidney from a power glove. Unfortunately for him though, he didn't avoid the whole punch. The blast from the repulsor generator sent him flying forward. Pain shot up his back from where the glove had barely nicked him and unleashed it's wrath, and the red man found himself stumbling to not fall to his knees when he landed. With a growl escaping his lips he turned, swinging the blue blade haphazardly and cursing himself for not thinking more of the threat the Force had tried to give him. The wild strike was meant to do nothing more than try to dissuade any continuation that Krest himself would have capitalized on.

 

[Figure In White]

The danger was sensed more than anything and he managed to move aside enough to that the projectile fired by [member="Kiyron"] ripped through the sleeve on his right arm, drawing a line of blood as it gouged a line out of his arm while passing by. Leos was more than a little annoyed, but at the same time, he couldn't be bothered to care. There were much more pressing matters, and since the bloody sniper had revealed himself, he knew which direction to avoid. As such, he pushed the giant golem back into the other Mandalorians and darted forward over it to make his way towards the mine itself, saber held at the ready as he reached out to rip the door asunder with the Force.

Of course this would allow anyone that wanted to the chance to follow him, but in close quarters he was positive he would have an advantage except against sonic weaponry. Fortunately, he was keenly aware of the capabilities of such technology thanks to the time he'd faced off with a Mandalorian while trying to take down the doomsday weapon that Rogue Sith had built. Terrible thing, that. It was kind of hard to unite the galaxy if it was destroyed, so naturally he'd aimed to take it down rather than take control of it. The nasty Mandalorian had wanted none of his reason, though. Brutes, the lot of them. He wasn't even sure they had brains capable of thinking of anything other than heavy armor, women, and fighting.

Either way, as he moved into the facility, he kept the blue blade held behind him and his left hand lofted in front of him as he prepared to deal with any foes that might have been inside. He more than figured most were outside, but you never know until you know. Either way, he wasn't really there to fight them, he just wanted the beskar. He had a certain little project that he needed it for and this was the fastest, easiest way that he had to acquire it. Easiest by pure fact that he knew it was abundantly present still. It certainly wasn't easy in the fact that they had to face a whole heck of a lot of Mandalorians to get to it.

Oh well. Such was life.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Figure In White]

Nobody was following him. Good. He glanced back over his shoulder just to make sure that [member="Vilaz Munin"] wasn't right behind him, but proceeded further into the mines instead of paying too much attention to the fact that there wasn't anyone behind him at the moment. Besides, he was certain that he could feel people ahead of him, which likely meant trouble, but at this point, with his distance from the others and the previous unleashing of the Force by Warok, the crazy fuzzball, there wasn't any reason to think he'd be out of his element by going deeper into the mines and utilizing his abilities. He did have a plan for how to escape, after all.

Rounding the corner he found himself face with two Mandalorians. They blinked at him, but he reached out through the Force and grabbed each of them, freezing them in place. No ysalimiri were stopping him at this point. Instead of using his blade on them, he proceeded to crush their wind pipes, starving them of precious oxygen and making it so that they couldn't call out for help. When both were dead, he tossed them aside. The larger one he removed the helmet of and removed the data storage device for the helm. The one that was more his size he stripped of his armor, paying close attention to his surroundings as he did so.

When the Beskargam was removed, he removed his armor and put it on the fallen Mandalorian before climbing into the Beskargam. He didn't aim to keep it, even though it was relatively close to his size. It was just for disguise. Helmet smelled like sweat. Grabbing a fallen blaster, he pumped enough juice into the face of the fallen "jedi" that it would be impossible to recognize him without comparing dental records. It wouldn't be a permanent solution, as there were likely cameras or some such around that might have seen what he'd just done, but if it was enough to cause a brief moment of confusion then that was all he needed. After all, this wasn't about fighting a war. He just wanted their precious metal.

He moved further into the mind, looking for storage chambers or something of that nature. If he could find enough cases and get them going to load onto one of the mines transports then he would be fine. Provided he could fly his way out, and the droid could provide decent cover with the StealthX, of course. Variables were a pain.

 

[Figure In White]

Most of the Mandalorian's must have been on the surface as he encountered few of them within. Not that it would have been difficult for him if he had. Sure, he could use his abilities to craft the illusion of him being a Mandalorian if he wanted, but if there were users of the Force among those around, and they saw through his tactic, he would be discovered as being a Sith rather than the Jedi he'd been masquerading as. Taking the Mandalorian's armor seemed like a better idea for the time being. Not that he enjoyed it. The armor was heavy, it smelled, and it clanked whenever he stepped on a hard surface. No, it annoyed him greatly. He was glad his reason for this endeavor had absolutely nothing to do with armor for himself.

Each corridor led to another corridor going deeper and deeper, but he didn't want to go deeper. Best he could tell, they'd likely have some of their iron somewhere on one of the upper levels in locked storage, waiting to be loaded via gravsled onto a waiting transport to be taken down to Mandalore. That made sense to him. Which, of course, meant that he had to go knocking on every door he could find, searching for the right one. If he bumped into someone, he informed them he was looking for any Jedi that might have gotten inside of the facility given that they were attacking on the surface. It seemed go over reasonably.

Meant he didn't have to kill anyone else. Leos wasn't much for just murdering people. Leaving a trail of bodies was fine for some Sith, but it wasn't really his stile. Mass violence was something he more or less abhorred unless it was absolutely necessary. Like back on Surron when he'd laid waste to a large part of the planet in order to stop a plague of zombies. That kind of violence was necessary. Justified. He was alright with that.

Eventually he opened the right door, with a little Force persuasion, and found what he was looking for. Crates of the good stuff. His eyes scanned through the room via the helmet until he found a grav sled. Then it came down to using the Force to lift the crates onto the sled, as many as it could possibly carry. He wasn't physically strong enough to lift crates of beskar himself, so he had to cheat and use the Force to do it. Not that it mattered. Either way, he stacked as many crates as it could hold and then maneuvered it to the door. He wasn't taking more than he needed, even though he surely could have.

No reason to be greedy.

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Getting the beskar out of the storage room proved to be rather the easy part. Without a keen knowledge of the place, he was left to his own mental devices to search through it utilizing his deductive reasoning, in search for the proper location of a transport. Of course there was likely to be one. After all, something had brought all of these people to Concordia to defend it against the Jedi incursion. Given the location, it made likely sense that at lease one such transport vessel had landed at the facility in particular, meaning there was likely a ship he could steal and use to transport the stolen Beskar away from the facility.

Down one hall. Down another. All the while he kept his eyes peeled for foes but saw none. Either the others were all still locked in combat, or they'd not seen reason to investigate after finding the mangled body burned and destroyed with one of their dead Mandalorian's nearby. Either way, he didn't really have the time to speculate on the matter. This was a time sensitive matter and sitting around in speculation was going to do nothing for him.

Eventually, at literally the last door he could see to check, he found what he was looking for. A sunken hangar bay holding a single transport craft. It was a Mandalorian craft of some kind, but they all worked on the same theories and general systems. His being of a pseudo-scientific mind would come in handy here. But there was a potential problem. Mandalorian's were crafty sorts, and undoubtedly the ship was rigged in some fashion to protect it from unwanted trespass. Pausing the sled, he drew Connor's saber and activated it, tapping it lightly against the back of the craft and.... nothing happened.

Curious, he reached to the door controls and tapped them. Nothing happened, but the doors opened and he loaded the grav sled in without trouble.

"Amazing. Guess they were in too much of a hurry."

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He loaded the ship with all of the crates of Beskar he was able to get his hands on. He didn't want to make more than one trip to the storage area. Doing so invited more risk than he wanted to deal with. Instead, he climbed into the cockpit and tore apart the flight controls to install a small slave rig that was tied to his StealthX under the command of the astromech droid that came along with it.

"Alright, Art. Broadcasting the slave connection. Hope you pick it up."

He flipped the switch to send the sigoal at the same time as he powered up the ships engines. A quick run out to the hangar controls opened the hatch above and then he climbed back inside before sealing the ship up nice and tight himself. The ship began to rise and he knew that the connection between the StealthX and the small freighter was working, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on wrapping the freighter into an illusion that would even fool scanners into believing it wasn't there.

More accurately it would fool people's minds into misreading what the scanners showed. Later they'd see it was there but for now all they would see was a StealthX taking off and heading up towards the atmosphere, showing clear intention of withdrawing from the fray. No doubt it would be harassed in space, but as long as they harassed it and ignored him and the freighter it would be fine. Successful grab of Beskar and only two Mandalorians dead for it.

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