Junction [GA/NEO] Battle of Onderon [junction of Onderon and Vjun]

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
EQUIPMENT: Borrowed Lightsaber (Real one this time, not a training saber)
ALLIES: Jonyna Si | Jenn Kryze | Vince | Haliat Kryze
ENEMIES: Ninurta Slaabur'r

There it was. That feeling again. Something was wrong and it wasn't what he was surrounded by at the moment. Something else lurked, creeping up on them with silent hunger. No, not just one something, but three. Distinct signatures in the Force, coming from? Coming from the tunnel hey would have used as an emergency escape. The other mandalorian, Jenn Kryze , had been right about them not taking her and leaving. They would have been trapped in a small confine with nowhere to go. At least here he had room to maneuver, though the throne room was quickly getting cramped.

He turned to face the new threat, the unchecked one, noting two beastly toad-like creatures emerging alongside the mandalorian. He did not know these creatures. Their capabilities were beyond him, but he sensed extreme danger, and their tongues glistened with saliva meant to stick to whatever they desired to eat. These were not simple toads, but something far more dangerous.

Several other mandalorians, part of the crew of the loyalists, had moved to surround the queen. That was good. Their armor would offer her far more protection than his body alone would. What's more, it would allow him to focus on this new attacker, this person the others had not had a chance to respond to. He had hoped they would be able to keep the enemy at bay, but that was not to be the case, as now there was one and his pets and Caelan was the one who was going to have to deal with them.

"Stand down, friend," he said, ignoring the command not to move.

For good reason, too, he could feel the intentions coming from this mandalorian. The light empathic tendencies told him there was a deep seated aggression within him, and Caelan's lightsaber snapped up just in time to deflect the triple shot away to harmlessly dissipate into the walls of the room. Had he had more training, he might have been able to deflect them back, or perhaps at the toads. But he didn't have that. His skills were simple and largely martial in nature.

"So you will not."

He moved in instant, heading directly for the mandalorian, but keenly aware that his pets would protect him. Not knowing these creatures was going to be problematic, but he could test their boundaries easily enough. Before he drew up on his foe, he planted his foot and launched to his left, slicing blue blade at the creatures face as he sailed past it, aiming to put its hide between him and his opponent, at least for the moment. With the wall of beskar around the queen now, he did not need to be directly in front of her, and he had to deal with this threat.

 

[Rayia Si]

Location: Second Floor of the Palace
Objective: Defend the throne room
Domina Prime Yuri Maji Sig Dryggo Trajan Fett
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Jenn Kryze Jonyna Si Haliat Kryze Varys Amun Herrel Eldar

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As she darted through the smoke, Rayia braced herself for a surprise. There were the perfect conditions to lay a trap after all. As her own actions could much attest. And yet, said trap never came. In fact, she could feel Domina Prime leading her deeper. A rasping click accompanied each pulse of vibration following Domina’s steps. The sound of talons on cold, hard stone.

Rayia “watched” as Domina pulled up short and sent flickering, weaving lashes of motion that burrowed deep into the ceiling. She could feel them worming their way in, ripping chucks from the stonework that spiderwebbed above them. Her first instinct was to rush forwards in an attempt to stop Domina’s attempt to create an opening. Rayia paid for her haste.

One of the lashers whipped towards her and though Rayia felt it coming and managed to block it with her forearms, it still sent her skidding backwards. Burrowing her claws into the floor till she stopped, Rayia ducked behind a column. Nerve rattling pain exploded from behind her makeshift “buckler”, sending the thread of liquid fire pouring through her veins to fill and grow. The tightrope of control Rayia had in suppressing her bestial side wavered as if caught in a strong breeze.

There was a sharp crack that seemed to resonate off the stone around her. Bones snapping and reforming beneath her skin. Thicker and stronger than Rayia’s thin frame belied. Muscles, similarly incongruent, lacing her arm as if poured in from nowhere. The soreness of her arm quickly disappearing and replaced with a keen pressure building inside her skull. Rayia shook her head, gritting her teeth against a noise akin to a growl that fought its way out of her throat. ‘Calm down. You can’t lose yourself here,’ Rayia reminded herself, working at her arm until her fingers stopped curling into hooked claws.

She watched, and felt the events before her. The way the two sides clashed and came together. The way Dima was repulsed with heavy ordinance and the way the others stormed in. Her heart grew light at the sound of her mother’s voice and her ears shot up, a throbbing vein pulsing on her forehead as she heard the Shistaven refer to her as a furball.

“Pot. Kettle,” ground out Rayia surrpressing the urge to pounce and claw Yuri Maji ’s face until it was concave and pug-like. She had a much better idea as she darted away from her hiding place down along the second floor. She was mirroring one particular individual’s motions.

Thanks to her keen Felacatian senses, Rayia could read every vibration of motion on the third floor. It gave her a kind of seismic map of her vicinity, allowing her to position individual sources around her. She could feel each step, and one set of vibrations stood out in particular. Heavy, proud, and with two slight variances that Rayia had learned to associate with metal armor and talons. ‘…probably the only one that would prance and traipse around like this anyway,’ Rayia thought to herself as she mimed a punch towards the ceiling to get the timing right.

…Then Rayia was bursting through the ceiling with an uppercut aimed at Domina Prime ’s face and her left beskar-laden arm ready to block a potential counter. Stone flooring splintered and gave way, dusting the other cobblestones with fragments of rock. “It’s rude to ignore me, you know.”

 

[Sig Dryggo]

"The future is mine.” -Sig Dryggo
Tag: @Everyone Present in the Throne Room
Direct Tag: Vince

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(OOC: ignore due to OOC stuff.)

 

[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Sky Bridge, Onderon​

| Objective | Seize the Sky Bridge​

With additional Neo Crusader support having arrived, the pressure and focus on Careena after her surprise attack had been alleviated. Careena had a vibro throwing dagger unsheathed and raised above her head, her scanner picking up an incoming hostile. She was ready to throw the blade at the incoming soldier only for it to get shot out of her hand from incoming sniper fire through the dust. She instinctively shifted and moved as several follow-up shots cut through the dust, her gaze turning in the direction the fire came from. She took note of its general direction to make sure she didn't get blindsided again.​

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A soldier charged at Careena, trying to swing at the Mandalorian as she repositioned herself upright, raising an arm up to catch the swinging arm under hers and giving it a twist as she shifted their position to put them in Anna Carden line of fire and give them a reason to hesitate. Careena's movements were fluid and composed, graceful even despite the heat of battle. The soldier cried as their body contorted a bit upwards from the twist, Careena raising her blaster up as she pressed the muzzle in the gap between their chest and breastplate before squeezing the trigger. A single bolt caused the soldier to immediately go limp as she released their arm and let the body crumple to the ground.​

"Ghost! Fight me!"​

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Her attention was diverted to the sound of someone shouting in her direction, her gaze tracing back to Atin Tracinya who was challenging her. The Mandalorian was unfamiliar to her, perhaps she had seen him once in passing, but no memories came to mind as she turned to face him fully. Any Mandalorian worth their name to challenge an Alor was due respect, to which she offered. Despite being enemies they were both still Mandalorians, and it brought her no joy to have to face her own. But perhaps they may learn something. Or perhaps she may be humbled. It was up to fate to decide, and in true Mandaloria fashion, might would make right. She raised her arms up, a blaster pistol in one hand and an unsheathed beskad in the other, calling back out in their people's tongue, <"Then face me young warrior. I accept your challenge!">​

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Atin Tracinya | Anna Carden​

 

[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Rakkon Ullodin , Jasper Kai'el , Braze , Jack Sandrow​

OUTPOST G-13
Garrus Bralor

The silver-armored Mandalorian veteran, Garrus, had remained upon the battlements watching with the pair of electrobinoculars. It was not as glorious as the front, he would admit. He’d much prefer to be out there, like Carduul, but he would have to content himself in ensuring others would earn the glory in his stead. He supposed that was the message Akahl preached - that there was no greater service than to Mandalorians as a whole.

“They’re in Sectors D and A, Garrus. Sector A’s status is green, but we’ve…readings seem like Walkers in D bearing down on the Alor’s location. Motion sensors picked it up.” Came a Preservist comms officer, intently watching several helmet-cams from a battlefield projector. Logistics were key in war - it only made sense many of their number were trained in it.

“Walkers?” Queried Garrus, helm tilting.

“Yes, Alor’ad.”

“No infantry support?”

“Just one individual I think - I can’t tell what it is.”

“...Well, either way, just makes it easy.” He gave a morbid chuckle, as he activated his helmet comms on a short-band frequency, scoping in with the electrobinoculars. “Scout Team Indominus, trigger Sector D… just Grid 11.” Having taken a moment to ascertain the exact position of the coordinates they had laid out aforehand.

Elsewhere, a pair of Mandalorian scouts, wreathed in cloaking generators and perched in the trees above, watched from a scope the approach. There were many more of their ilk, planted throughout the Jungles - it was a majority of their force deployed, in fact. They had the lay of the land, a trait the Alliance were woefully unprepared for upon landing. Wordlessly in reply to the communicated order, there was a click of a detonator.

And below the feet of Jack Sandrow and his walkers en-route to the position of the battle, a cluster of powerful mines were set off. Normally, it’d be instant death for most infantry walking through it, and summary destruction for armored vehicles - hence why there seemed to be an apparent lack of the fearsome beasts of Dxun on their approach. The lone individual may well survive the blast - but the lone pair of walkers were highly unlikely, unsupported as they were. That was a rather foolish advance, by the veteran's reckoning, but it made sense from what he knew of the Galactic Alliance thus far. After they threw away a warship for little reason over Manaan, it was par for the course.

“Status on the air defenses?” He asked curtly thereafter.

“Recovering. I believe the rest of the emplacements covered it.”

“Good. Get the Basilisks to change priorities. Have them sweep over the area to make sure nothing else slipped past.” Gaze tilting to eye the holo-projector of troop movements once more. “Least we can do is make sure the Alor doesn’t bite off more than he can chew.” He added, with a hint of amusement in his voice. It took suicide charges for the Republic of old to get anywhere near the fortress during the Wars - or so the legend goes, as espoused by his repository of a leader. The man of Clan Bralor would be happy to re-enact the scenario for the Republic’s leftovers.

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Jasper Kai'el

Reacting just as quickly as the Jedi did, the poleaxe slid back in his grip with the deflection, pulling it back close once more just as the other’s arm raised. Keen senses did not pick up on a ripple of force, a gust of wind, or a surge of lightning - rather, the soft hiss of hydraulics from atop his wrist. He reacted on honed instinct, tilting the flat of the weapon's blade to deflect the crossbow bolt so that it did not embed itself into his visor. It rebounded off the edge with a sharp ring.

The other bolt hit him square in the gut, embedding into the imperfect armor with a metallic thunk, but failing to penetrate it. With the movement of the deflection, his footwork saw him shifting sidelong once again as the Jedi uptook a stance - the high guard of Djem So, if he recognized correctly - and made to strike with another subtle hiss from his hand. Carduul’s weapon moved to intercept with not enough force, purposefully letting the powerful blow push against it with a shriek of metal in protest. He needed not even contend with the strike that would see him disarmed or maimed, instead sidestepping with a flow of motion. The poleaxe then acted like a lever, suddenly shifting its weight so that it would use Jasper’s own momentum against him with a pivot. The blunt end had whipped around in an attempt to harshly crack against his side whilst the bladed edge drew back. That same momentum could potentially output bone-cracking force, with the help of the Jedi's own hydraulic arm.

This just so happened in time with the sound of an explosion in the distance - placing the back of the Jedi Master in the way of what could’ve been the remnants of Jack Sandrow ’s attack. Had any still managed to find its way with extra twisting motions, the stunted momentum of the strange projectiles would not be sufficient to pierce the armor nor body glove, merely dinking off the metal in a symphony of iron. Gaze remained focused upon his target - now mindful of potential company - as the separate wars on the moon and planet below evolved and forged its participants anew.

 

[Mahsa]

Mount: Rupert the Ruping

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The cry of the Vof echoed upwards, challenged by the roars of rupings and drexls alike as their riders guided them into combat. She watched as one of the basilisks took flight, seemingly determined to engage Knight Serys and her mount, before the heavy footfalls of another brought Mahsa’s attention to the ground.

"Together, Rupert!" It was clear they’d caught the attention of the Mandalorian guiding said droid, the first volley of plasma shots easily dodged as the ruping expertly banked left. She trusted Rupert when it came to flying, knowing that the creature had an affinity for the skies that had kept him alive even when she’d not been here to support him.

Her legs tightened against the saddle, keeping the padawan grounded as her connection to the Force flowed through them both. The first of many purple pellets was fished out, prepared by her energy bangle in advance and infused with hurrikaine crystal properties.

She held onto it tightly as Rupert dove towards their opponent, leathery wings pulled tight against his frame to maximize his speed. A slight shift from them caused his body to spiral as another volley of shots came, the few that managed to get too close to the ruping deflected by a shimmering golden hue that sprung to life—a protection bubble raised by the girl to keep him safe.

He leveled out at the last second, narrowly avoiding turning Mahsa and himself into an abstract splatter on the ground, before the forceful beat of his wings brought him closer to the basilisk. At the last moment the shield around Rupert dropped just as two streaks of purple shot towards their target, the slingshots aimed towards the larger barrels of the canons set against each side of the Mandalorian, before the ruping angled right as he sought to zip by the now stationary droid.

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Ran Serys

Hakon Fett | Biala Prahl

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[Varys Amun]

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| Location | Iziz - Throne Room
| Objective | Make sense of the mess

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Varys had thought herself ready for the battle that was coming. She stood, behind Herrel. Waiting for her moment. And then ,the floor began to crack. Fissures ran across the floor of the in a blink, causing Varys to dive sideways to avoid falling to the fire that raged on the level below. The beast, Domina Prime, rose from those depths, covering the entrance of the other Neo-Crusaders. In an instant, the room thrown into disarray.

In front of her, the defenders struggled to contain the beast Domina, taking advantage of her apparent confusion to try and contain her. If the stories Varys had heard held any truth, that would not be enough. Herrel advanced on her first.

"I will maim you."

I will kill you if he will not, durik. Varys promised herself. She stepped backwards, giving Herrel room to fire. The rocket struck the ground in front of Domina and sent all of them stumbling. Varys ducked down and covered her head as masonry rained down on her, her beskar'gam absorbing the blows. Herrel kept moving, throwing the weapon aside for Varys to reload.

Varys caught the thrown weapon with both hands as it slid along the floor, grunting at the impact. She half dragged, half carried the weighty weapon behind a fallen piece of stone. Varys crouched down, pulling a rocket from the pouch Herrel had thrown her, frantically loading the weapon. Stars, that thing was heavy.

Across the room, Jonyna Si , the Duchess Kryze's consort, wrapped Domina in ice, holding her but a moment. The creature broke free, and a potent mixture of fog and smoke swirled about the room, obscuring almost everything.

Varys lost sight of the defenders. All she could hear were echoing shouts of alarm. When she strained her eyes, she could see dim figures in the fog. It was clear the struggle continued. Others fought against the invaders, she thought she caught a glimpse of Rayia Si darting across the room. She heard Jenn Kryze , but could not see her.

"Osik!" Varys cursed. She couldn't see chit. Still dragging Herrel's launcher, she moved around the outside of the throne room, weaving around pillars, approaching the throne. Something heavy crashed nearby and Varys looked up, startled. A cacaphony of blasters firing next to her sent her heart racing into overdrive. What was happening?

Through a break in the fog and smoke she saw it. Domina was standing in front of the Queen, the majority of the defenders behind her, still recovering from the shock of her leap. Too far to help, but Varys was close enough.

Varys didn't wait to see what happened next. She was already running, the rocket launcher dropped with a loud clank against the flagstones. All of Herrel's instructions had fallen away in the panic of seeing Domina so close to the Queen. Running full tilt, Varys pulled her javelin out once again screamed out so loud her voice nearly gave out.

"ASH'AMUR DE NER KAL, ARU'E!"

A few paces from the Domina, she leapt forward, closing the distance between herself and the monster. Varys knew she had to strike the vitals, to end the fight before it spun further out of control, before the very throne room collapsed on top of them.

Varys thrust the javelin forward, its tip aimed at Domina's throat.

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Clan Kryze and Allies: Herrel Eldar | Jenn Kryze | Jonyna Si | Rayia Si | Caelan Valoren | Haliat Kryze
Enemies: Domina Prime | Yuri Maji | Sig Dryggo | Trajan Fett | Ninurta Slaabur'r

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Tag: Anna Carden Atin Tracinya


The Talons had finished restocked and regrouped when the Ghost Basilisk made its strafing run against Clan Kryze warriors and the Onderonions up ahead. They, including Minerva, felt the ground shake. Hearing the call for assistance the daughter of Jorel nodded but before she could, more crusaders both with jetpacks and more conventional basilisks intervened. Not intimidated, Minerva turned to her lieutenants then hand signals her next instructions and both nodded.

Gakot then bellowed to his platoon. "Come on ya sleemos! You want to live forever?!" Roaring in unison the First Platoon and Minerva charged upwards to meet the next wave. Once more a dogfight of jetpack combatants now added with flying war-droids. Their flying charge was actually a diversion for Platoon Four.

The latter taking cover on the bridge's defenses sniped and unleashed bursts of repeater fire with the ion bolts against the crusaders that engaged their fellows or pursued them. EMP missiles were fired selectly toward the Bailisks, when away from their comrades forcing several droids and their rider to face destruction by collapse.

Minerva shot down three Crusaders from above, sending them to a final descent together when she heard on the comms. Atin was challenging the ghost rider to single combat. She said nothing, understanding and quickly instructed her troops not to interfere. Of course if the stealth basilisk tries a strafing run by itself while that duel is happening they'll deal with it.

Soon enough Minerva had to evade a beskad blade that was cut at the edge of her left thigh. The crusader kept lunging, forcing Minerva to use her left vambrace to deflect the slash, igniting sparks. She ducked before her foe let loose with his flamethrower and she dived down to avoid getting scorched. Minerva shot a fibercord that caught his wrist.

"COME HERE!" Minerva challenged as she pulled him in.

In counter the crusader tried to swing his blade again but she maneuvered out of the way before icing his head, neck and shoulder with her CryoBan projector. He stiffened in reaction and involuntarily dropped his sword as she froze the rest of his body and released the fibercrod, letting him fall to break into pieces on impact.

 

[Jonyna Si]

Lyrana: Jenn Kryze
Misguided Fool: Yuri Maji ​

Jonyna had spent ten years as a rebel fighter against the Empire. In that time, she'd seen her fair share of quick hands and crafty bounty hunters. She'd seen explosives of all sorts, and all kinds of ways to kill.

A thermal detonator was practically an old friend to her. The sight of one was instantly recognizable.

Jonyna's only recourse was to fling herself into the air. A blast of flame erupted from her boots, sending her soaring towards the ceiling, as she did the only thing she could to blunt the blast. A violent push of the Force flung the ball towards the hole in the floor, sending it careening down to the floor below where it would erupt harmlessly into a hopefully empty room.

Now mid-air, the Cathar Master once more used the flame that erupted from her legs to suddenly redirect her momentum, flipping her upside down as her feet gripped the porcelain tile of the throne room mosaic that had once been an artistic flourish of the ceiling. Now, it once more erupted with flame as Jonyna rocketed back down, dropping a single hand to quick draw her katana Liz, slashing at the air in front of her to send a violent sonic blast ahead of her, as Jonyna came down with her saber once more, twirling and twisting to impact the mandalorian's head to try and knock him out with the forceful impact of the blade.

Shai was a distant memory for Jonyna. A moment in time, an opponent that she had trusted to a truce in a moment of conflict. An opponent that had died next time she had heard about her.

This boy didn't know what he was getting into. None of them did. None of them understood the mountain they were trying to climb, and the ones that did tried to do so out of hubris.

 

[Anna Carden]

Allies
Atin Tracinya | Minerva Fhirdiad | ???

Enemy
Careena Fett | ???
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Numerous Neo Crusaders finally poured on the sky bridge, rallying after the first surprise attack. As the Talons kept the Basilisk at bay with EMP missiles, she quickly repositioned toward the outer part with her jetpack and grappling hook where it's harder for the advancing forces to see and attack. As long as the War Droid doesn't come back soon.

Among those blaster bolts released toward the general direction of the enemy Alor, one definitely hit something, although it was only a blade, but it deterred the enemy's advance for a time. As the smoke subsided, Anna could finally see the enemy clearly, but before she could react, Careena Fett were already in close-combat with an Onderonian soldier, putting them on a position where even the Raven couldn't shoot safely.

"Tch," She hesitated, and the Ghost promptly executed the soldier. For other people, shooting through an ally to guarantee a hit might be the smarter decision, but it was not something that Anna was capable of doing.

"Fight me!"

A familiar voice boomed, prompting Anna to turn her attention toward Atin Tracinya for a while. Is he kriffing crazy? Challenging the woman just like that?

"You've gotta be out of your mind." She scoffed on the comms, but decided to respect the his declaration of challenge anyway, directing her sniper fire towards the Neo Crusaders that was tactically advancing on the bridge instead. Unleashing incapacitating bolts each to their arms and legs, Anna whispered. "Don't lose."

Looking down on her wristpad, the indicators of her explosive charges finally lit up one by one as the trap was primed and ready. Hope that she doesn't need to use these.

 

[Ninurta Slaabur'r]

THE BEAST MASTER

Location: Palace 2nd Floor
Equipment: Beskar'gam, Main, Sidearm, Polearm, Belt of "goodies"
Beasts: x2 Oggdo's
GA: Caelan Valoren Vince Jonyna Si Jenn Kryze
Vode: Sig Dryggo Trajan Fett Domina Prime
Hunting: Caelan Valoren

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There was a blue flash and the lightsaber strike connected with thick leathery hide of the targeted Oggdo's face and though the creature jerked up onto its hind legs with a deep, guttural hiss, its natural resilience absorbed the brunt of the blow. Albeit forming a slight gash in its visage. The massive beast rose up, its towering form inadvertently obstructing Ninurta line of sight as Caelan's movement forced the creature between them. A realization that came too late, Ninurta had already squeezed the trigger of his blaster carbine, sending another volley of shots toward the Jedi, but the Oggdo's heaving body absorbed the incoming fire, blaster bolts searing its tough exterior but causing little more than a flash of scorched hide.

A snarl twisted beneath Ninurta's helmet—It was the sound of frustration. Smart move. Try that again though. With the Oggdo standing tall and distracting the Jedi, Ninurta sent a pulse through his mind, commanding the other Oggdo beast into action. The second Oggdo responded instantly, leaping through the air with a startling burst of agility. It barreled directly into the first Oggdo with a SMACK! Using its weight and momentum to slam into its companion, forcing the already-unsteady creature to stumble sideways toward the young jedi.

"Je'nada!" He shouted! A verbal command paired with a chemical one.

Both Oggdo's poised to crash down toward Caelan Valoren , their combined mass creating a wall of knobby hide spikes, foul breath and green drool. Meanwhile Ninurta circled slowly around in an attempt to flank the jetii.

" You outmatched boy. You know it."

 

[Caelan Valoren]

ATTIRE: Link
EQUIPMENT: Borrowed Lightsaber (Real one this time, not a training saber)
ALLIES: Jonyna Si | Jenn Kryze | Vince | Haliat Kryze
ENEMIES: Ninurta Slaabur'r

The saber strike did next to nothing, revealing that these creatures had a hide resistant to lightsabers. Killing them was going to be difficult. Much more so since the other one came rushing at the first and knocked it towards his position, though it was stumbling and not as coordinated as Caelan was on two legs, and he was able to move out of the way before it crashed down onto him. A good thing because it would certainly have turned him into human jelly if he had failed.

Outmatched was a strong word. Outgunned would be more appropriate. Only one of the three opponents he was facing had the mental acumen to react to the things he did with anything more than bestial impulses. If he neutralized the two Oggdo's, the fight would be quite the fair one. So no, he didn't think he was outmatched.

"I don't see it that way," he said. "I just see a problem to solve, and every problem has a solution."

The mandalorian was moving around, trying to flank him, but he chose to make a daring move. Possibly a quite dangerous one, as he jumped forward, directly between the two beasts. Enhancing his strength with the force, he attempted to drive home his lightsaber through the side of one of the beasts, the one closest to where his opponent was moving, knowing this left him exposed to the second of the creatures as he did so. Grazing strikes weren't going to work on these two, though, so powerful stabbing strikes were necessary, and if he aimed directly for the creatures heart, a puncture could be fatal.

This, again, kept the beasts between him and his opponent, even if it did leave him in danger from the other beast.

 

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

The dense jungle canopy of Dxun stretched endlessly before Valery, its humid air thick with the scent of moss and danger. As her boots pressed into the damp earth, a familiar calm washed over her — this was not unlike the jungles of New Cov where she had spent much of her youth. The treacherous terrain, the hidden threats lurking in the shadows—it all felt like home.

Her senses were sharp, guided by the Force as she moved quietly through the foliage. Mandalorian forces had taken shelter deep in these jungles, fortified with traps, defensive turrets, and deadly beasts. But Valery had been sent to ensure that no Mandalorian would escape Dxun unchallenged.

With a quiet hum, her lightsaber ignited just as she detected a Mandalorian patrol ahead. Her amber eyes narrowed as she began to close in, her movements as fluid as the jungle itself.

Time to hunt.

With years of experience navigating such terrain, she felt at ease. The jungle was an ally, not a hindrance.

Open​

 

[Domina Prime]

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I'd Rather Watch This Kingdom Fall
I Want Everything Or Nothing At All~
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LOCATION: The Throne
ATTIRE: Primes Beskar'gam
OBJECTIVE: Capture The Queen

ALLIES: Sig Dryggo | Yuri Maji | Trajan Fett | Ninurta Slaabur'r

ENEMIES: Haliat Kryze | Jenn Kryze | Caelan Valoren | Jonyna Si | Vince

CHOSEN CHAMPIONS: Rayia Si | Varys Amun | Herrel Eldar | Vulpesen ​

As Domina Prime loomed ever closer to the throne, her talons gleaming in the fractured light of the burning palace, the Nite Owl forces of Mandalorian Loyalists stormed in. Their boots clanged heavily against the marble floor as they quickly formed a tight phalanx around the throne, interlocking their shields and raising their weapons in a show of unity and force. Their visors gleamed beneath the fog created by the jedi, reflecting the fires of the chaos around them.

Domina paused, her head tilting in amusement as she surveyed the new arrivals. They were Mandalorians, like her, their posture battle-ready and disciplined, but she could sense the hesitation in their movements. Their guns were aimed at her, their finger triggers primed, but they didn't shoot. Not yet.

"Turning your blade…your hearts against Kin...is a weakness~" she purred, her five eyes glimmering with a dangerous glee. Her lips curled into a grin, revealing sharp fangs as her tail swayed lazily behind her, like a cat playing with its prey. "Are you? Weak?" She asked, tilting her head heavily and frowning deeply behind her mask as the idea of Mandalorian on Mandalorian conflict deeply disturbed the beast.

The Mandalorians held their ground, keeping their formation steady, forming a protective barrier between Domina and the Queen who sat mere steps behind them, her hands gripping the armrests of her throne tightly. Many enemies locked their attention on Domina.

The room was thick with tension.

Domina's smile widened as she stepped forward slowly, her four arms spreading wide, her claws gleaming as if to invite them all into her lethal embrace. "You know," she began, her voice laced with an unsettling playfulness, "It doesn't have to be this way~" She paused, licking her lips as she took another step, closer to the Mandalorian phalanx. "We can all be a FAMILY again~"

The Mandalorian Loyalists tensed, their weapons steady, though their hesitation was palpable. They were trained, disciplined soldiers, but Domina was one of their own, a fellow Mandalorian by birth if not allegiance. They knew she was dangerous, powerful, and unpredictable, but something in the air made them falter—an unspoken bond that complicated their duty to defend the Queen and obey the orders of their Al'or.

"Prime sees it in your eyes," she chittered, her voice taking on a lilting, almost sing-song quality. "The conflict within you. You know who This One is, the name of Prime. Blood calls to blood, yes? Mandalore's fire burns in all of us. So what's it gonna be? Our god…or theirs~" Dima whistled with a gesture of a claw, pointing towards the Jedi in the room wielding their space magic while skirmishing.

The Loyalists glanced at one another briefly, uncertain. Some clenched their weapons tighter, others shifted their feet. Their caution wasn't fear—it was something deeper, something rooted in the shared history of their people.

Domina's steps continued, slow but deliberate, bringing her closer and closer to the phalanx, her menacing presence casting a long, twisted shadow over them. "So... here we are. A crossroads. And a proposition from your beloved Prime."

She chuckled darkly, raising her chin slightly as her four arms flexed with deadly intent. "The deal is still on the table, little brothers and sisters...~" she purred, her voice soft but dripping with menace. "Join Prime, and we can be beautiful together. Let Mandalore reign again! You know this is where your hearts truly lie~"

The room was filled with chaos—the clash of blades and blaster fire from the ongoing battle outside, the crumbling of the palace, the distant wail of alarms—yet it felt as if time had slowed to a crawl within the throne room. Domina's words hung in the air, heavy with promise and threat.

The Mandalorians remained motionless, caught between their duty and the temptation Domina offered them. It was clear they did not trust her, but they did not fire either. Not yet. Their loyalty was to Jenn Kryze , but they were still Mandalorians—warriors of honor, bound by their own ancient code. And Domina knew exactly how to prey on that.

"Or are you satisfied as you are now? At the service of foreign rulers and godborn jedi? Glorified Clone Trooper~" Domina chittered, her laughter bubbling like a dark melody as she closed the gap, just shy of the Mandalorians' weapons. "How long will that last Dima wonders…" She made a sudden swipe with one of her claws, her movements so fast that even the Nite Owls barely had time to react. She stopped just short of their shields, her claws dancing along the edges of their blasters, but not striking. "Think it over little brothers," she smirked, stepping back with a theatrical bow, "Seek fire and power…all else will follow~"

One Mandalorian finally broke the silence. "Stand down," he commanded, his voice calm but firm. "We're not here to bargain with you, Xeno. You won't touch the Queen."

But Domina wasn't even looking at him anymore. She had eyes only for the battle further unfolding as she took a couple steps back and searched the room to locate Herrel Eldar , but was quickly caught off guards by the sudden screaming of what appeared to be a young foundling running out from the foggy cover of the pillars and sprinting towards Domina. Two of her five eyes aligned their focus on the girl, watching as she traveled across the throne room until suddenly…the very earth beneath her feet shattered apart in an explosive manner sending debris and stone rubble flying into the air all around.

It had caught the Xeno completely by surprise. The Padawan Rayia Si burst out from the ground similar to how Dima had moments before, aiming a fist directly at the underside of Dimas chin as the cathar lunged ferociously, STRIKING Domina in the chin and sending her head flinging upward as both her Mandalorian Mask and the Hat accompanying it went flying through the air, unmasking the Primarch and sending her reeling just as Varys Amun lunged herself forward, attempting to SPEAR a javelin straight into the jugular of the Primarch. Unfortunately for her, Dima had been struck and the force of the attack sent her stumbling back and thus avoiding the tip of the spear.

The entire throne room erupted into chaos once more as fighting broke out, the sound of clashing metal, energy blasts, and battle cries filling the air.

Domina laughed—a wild, manic sound that echoed off the shattered walls as she moved like a phantom through the room. Her four arms swung with lethal precision, claws raked outward to STRIKE the tip of the javelin while alternatively, that massive tail of hers attempted to SNATCH the padawan who had struck her and yank her abruptly into the path of the young foundling thirsty for their taste of blood. If she could potentially cause the foundling to accidentally injure the Cathar Padawan it would make this deadly dance much easier to navigate.

If that failed or succeeded, next, Dominas twin bladed lashers strike outward whirling and slicing through the air to repel her attackers as she recovered from the strike to her chin. Five eyes rattling in her skull before all re-aligning onto the two who were currently attacking her.

"Mmn, congratulations little lights~" Domina spurred as she clashed with them, anticipating their blades meeting in a shower of sparks. "You now have Primes UNDIVIDED ATTENTION!"

 

[Ran Serys]

Ran didn't see the spear, she sensed it. The ejected danger threw her Jedi senses into overload. The force screamed at her to move as the spear aimed at her chest. Point blank and center mass. There was no escape for Ran. There was only injury.

Blood was drawn, but life was preserved as the drexl simultaneously sent the war droid reeling. Debris and fluids scattered from its damaged stabilizer. Metal, cable, and sparks ricocheted through the air in a line from the drexl's maw to a slit in the war droid's armor.

Ran reached a hand to her bicep. A slice along the surface of her skin was deep enough to draw blood, but not deep enough to prove lethal. Thanks to the actions of the drexl she was saved. If it wasn't for the beast she would've been skewered by the neo-crusader's spear.

From her place atop the beast's wing she stared at the mandalorian made weapon, watching as the crusader compensated for the war droid's stabilizer. It took a few precious moments to deal with the damaged droid. A few moments the crusader would have. Ran wouldn't pursue until she had gathered herself. She utilized the time to consider her opponent and the situation. She hadn't underestimated the crusader, yet they still surprised her. She was too used to fighting Sith and Dark Imperial Troopers. The last mandalorian she met had been a "protector", and he was a far cry from the neo-crusader before her.

Ran was sure the warrior had more surprises, and more hidden weapons, but she wouldn't fear them. The first surprise readied her for more. She balanced on the wing and made her way back into the natural saddle of the drexl. It was time to hunt again. Woman and beast thought in unison. Time to clear the sky of prey. No! Predator. They corrected as the drexl flapped its wings and picked up speed, first aiming itself at the war droid and once it got close enough it whipped its tail high and dive bombed low.

Ran, reaching out to the force, launched herself off into the sky using the shadow of the drexl's cracking tail. Her target was the war droid, more specifically its rider. As she aired over she saw the crusaders jetpack, a staple of the mandalorian warriors. She attempted to bring her lightsaber down onto its most vulnerable parts. She would ground him one way or another.

"The skies are ours!" She yelled as she did her best to stabilize herself and her landing atop the struggling war droid. She'd be a sight to behold, standing atop the war droid with a bloodied arm and a beast's determination in her eyes.

Hakon Fett Mahsa Biala Prahl​

 

[Rayia Si]

Location: Throne Room
Objective: Defend the Queen
Domina Prime Yuri Maji Sig Dryggo Trajan Fett
———
Jonyna Si Jenn Kryze Varys Amun Herrel Eldar

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Rayia’s lips curled up into a small smirk as she felt the satisfying scrunching of impact as her fist collided with Domina Prime ’s mask. Said mask went careening away as Domina’s head was thrown backwards. It clattered loudly against the cobblestones. At least it seemed abnormally loud to Rayia, as the background din muted somewhat in the face of her opponent’s laughter.

Golden eyes flicked briefly to the side, as Rayia’s seismic vibrational map of her vicinity grew even stronger now that she was immersed directly in the action. Individuals were represented by fuzzy, wispy silhouettes; the culmination of all the vibrations of their motions that mirrored their actions. She tried not to be distracted by the sensations of Jonyna Si and Jenn Kryze fighting but it was difficult. She wanted nothing more than to keep tabs on her mother. But she had her own challenge before her. A challenge that was evidently not hers alone.

Rayia could feel one of the wispy silhouettes charging @Domina with javelin held high as well as the wispy tendril of Domina’s lashers as they reached out to snag her leg. Suspended in the air, and with her feet not yet set, Rayia could only brace herself against the impact. She brought her makeshift “buckler” to use once again, interposing the beskar bracer between herself and the lasher’s barbs. Seeing and feeling Domina’s claws deflect the tip of the javelin, Rayia’s golden eyes widened just a fraction of a second too late as she realized what her opponent intended to do.

With catlike reflexes, Rayia twisted her torso so that the javelin would only strike a glancing blow, splitting a thin line of crimson across her back. The javelin was forcibly pushed out by layers of bone, muscle, and fluffy fur that were slowly surfacing. Faint ripples of motion like an endless tide beneath her skin. Sharp heat bloomed across her back in rivulets, altogether entirely drowned out by the storm within her veins.

Rayia’s eyes flared wildly, constricting her pupils to the thinnest of slits. The inhuman aspect of their nature glinting all too brightly as they burned luminous and golden. Internally, Rayia could feel the pictured tightrope yank violently once again. The beast continued to bear down on her. No longer content to simply wait, it nudged at her insistently. Her throat run ragged with sharp, acrid bile, Rayia shook away the memories that threatened to drown her.

She needed to focus. She needed to- ‘attack!’

Kicking away from Domina and her ill-timed ally, Rayia observed the situation. It was imperative that weapon was returned before Domina could make further use of it. Weaving through the lasher strikes with her ability to sense their motions, Rayia shuffled around to Domina’s side to get a better opportunity. When she spotted one after having slipped past an lasher’s reach, Rayia aimed a claw swipe at the elbows of the arms holding her Mandalorian ally's weapon.

There were many reasons to strike the elbows. Firstly, targeting the ligaments which were such a common weakness of a bipedal skeletal structure. ‘Secondly, for mobility, there is only so much armor you can pile on,’

 

[Herrel Eldar]

| Location | Onderon Throne Room, Iziz
| Tags | Domina Prime Varys Amun Rayia Si

As Dima leaped forward to the Queen, Herrell ceased fire. There was of course the concern that he might hit the Nite Owls. But if it was only that he would have subsequently repositioned to a better location, such that he might have an unobstructed field of fire. No, it was not just that he might hit the Nite Owls. Herrell did not care about the Queen. He had only accepted Jenn's invitation so that he might assess the character of who she had sworn herself to. He was seeing some of that now, some of it was worthy of respect. Some. But not enough for him to take up arms for her. No, he had been trusted with a different task. And his charge was not in danger, so he had no reason to involve himself any furth-

What is the foundling doing?

Manda grant me the patience of my ancestors, Herrel thought to himself as he leaned forward so that he could stow the Model 39 upon his back. With the weapon once more magnetically clamped to his back, he flipped over and dug his claws into the column. He began to climb. He couldn't use his jetpack, not yet. Too loud, too bright. He would only have one chance at this and he would have to hope that Dima had lost track of him in the chaos of the battle.

Chunks of the column were ripped out by Herrell's hurried ascent. What would have been a destructive process on the best of days was rendered even more so by the Mandalorian’s rush. Once he reached the top he leapt to the roof, his claws creating handholds where there were none to be found. The fact that the ceiling bore his weight with no complaint was a credit to The Onderonian architects.

As Herrell scrambled across the roof towards the throne, he craned his helmet down to take a look at what was unfolding. Ah, there is now a Jetii involved. Great. Well, at least this was a Jetii that wasn't completely dependent on their laser sword. A stray blaster bolt from the battle below was thankfully absorbed by Herrell's beskar as he continued to draw closer. Oh, that's quite clever Dima. A shame it merely caused a wound, for the foundling to have killed a Jetii would have been a great honor.

When Herrell saw Dimas twin-bladed lashers get active, worry flooded his mind and he decided he was close enough. He let go of the ceiling and began to fall. It was during moments like this that he felt a little regret for taking the Creed. The air flowing through his fur as he hurtled towards the floor would have felt amazing. But what you gave up was what gave the Creed strength. He would need that strength today.

Around halfway to the floor Herrell's jetpack ignited and what started as a straight fall began to curve. Herrell shifted his weight and put his left shoulder forward. This was going to hurt. The roar of his jetpack was the only warning Dima got as Herrell slammed into her with the full force of his weight, his jetpack, and gravity. She was sent hurtling back several meters. He himself stumbled and subsequently fell to the floor after the impact, though he quickly rose to his feet.

Herrel didn't waste time trying to draw the spikers holstered at his belt. He knew it wouldn't take Dima long to recover either. Instead, he flexed his fingers in a very specific, very well rehearsed way and the Maji Ironworks Personal Deflector Shields mounted on his forearms activated. His were configured to be bright blue and to have a curved wedge shape that primarily protected the arms and upper body. Herrell adopted a grappler's stance as he awaited Dima’s reprisal, though he was favoring his right arm now. His left shoulder and upper-arm hurt terribly, he had felt that impact almost as much as Dima. Almost.

Herrell didn't dare turn his helmet away from Dima, he respected her abilities too much to give her coming attack anything less than his full attention. What he did allow himself was a small taunt. "Ni partaylir parjai cuun kyr’yc lesh’akaan, Dima.” Of course what this statement left out was that they had both been children at the time. Herrell knew what she was now capable of in close range by reputation and rumor. Not to mention what he'd already seen today. This was going to hurt.

 

[Livia Cadera]

Location: Onderon Royal Palace
Objective: Spill as much blue blood as possible
Gear: Beskar'gam, Skeleton, shotgun, Ship
Tags: Corazona von Ascania

"You have an unconventional way of celebrating."

Livia let out a laugh as the woman quipped back before launching a stone pedestal at her. Several hundred kilos of rock was not something the Cadera fancied taking on the chin so she jumped to the right and behind a pillar herself. A dozen whistling birds went left and right of the pillar from Livia and arced towards Corazona von Ascania . She could then use this cover to hopefully change position and strafe with the ripper pistol on her forearm. Heavy particle rounds would cause all sorts of problems for a poorly prepared Jedi, it was Livia's hope that this was the case. But with the warlike nature of the Coruscanti Jedi, she probabably had plenty of tricks up her sleeves so Livia could not afford to be complacent.

She peered back round to see what might have happened. She did allow herself to confirm the identity of her target and her suit AI flagged up several interesting tidbits about her hopefully that she could put to her benefit.

 

[Yuri Maji]

ONDERON | IZIZ
ALLIES: MANDOS | Sig Dryggo | Domina Prime | Trajan Fett
ENEMIES: GA | Jenn Kryze | Jonyna Si | Haliat Kryze | Vince
ENGAGING: Jenn Kryze | Jonyna Si
GEAR: In bio

SCHISM​

As was expected, the thermal detonators had little effect, too easily noticed by his opposition. Throwing one up at the ceiling, however, couldn’t have been the smartest move. Chunks of debris rained down on the trio, spurring Yuri on to adjust his position. The fight came to a brief pause, however, as the Rallymaster switched to her pistols. He responded in kind by holstering his rifle on his back, waiting to see what she was going to do.

She continued on to explain how she knew his mother… and promptly judged him for his actions. He knew what she was trying to do. Get under his skin, get him angry, make him lose focus and slip up. She accomplished the first part, but he was ahead of her with the rest. She did achieve one other aspect with her words, however. She had him curious. He figured that she would be nothing more than a fly to swat away as he engaged the Jedi. Now the Jedi was a pain in the shebs, getting in the way of him and the Rallymaster.

From her armour and markings, she looked to be a Kryze. An Alor on top of that. There was a faint memory about a Kryze. He couldn’t remember the name, but the memory was there. Someone important or dear to the family.

”Lemme ask you this.” He skidded across the floor to evade the initial barrage, a few shots still found their mark. He stumbled from the impacts, allowing a sonic blast to knock him back. His armour did its job in preventing his innards from liquifying, but it still wasn’t pleasant. The Jedi was closing in, intent on capitalising on their combined hits. Yuri, still kneeling from the sonic blast, waited for the last moment as she closed in and committed to her attack. In a flash, her lightsaber clashed with his vambrace while the other unleashed a blast of carbonite from his cryocaster in perfect unison.

His jetpack came to life to slide him along the ground while his repulsor aimed at the Jedi to blast her away in hopes of achieving a moment of privacy between him and the Kryze. If it didn’t, he wasn’t too concerned. His HUD had her painted now and was already calculating targeting solutions. He had a host of other methods to keep her at bay.

”Let’s say I shoot your girlfriend there.” He spoke up, uncaring of whatever the Kryze had to throw at him as he turned to face her. ”Gun her down like some mutt on the sidewalk. Then I bring you her weapons and say sorry for what I did.” His voice was shaking with anger as a snarl rumbled behind his visor.

”Would you just… take it… accept it and laugh it off like water under the bridge. Would you just be fine with that?” His eyes were turning foggy from the emotions building up. The Alor had to understand him. If nobody else, at least a sister with someone left to lose had to understand his anger.

 

[Hakon Fett]

TAGS: Biala Prahl | Mahsa | Ran Serys
"I'm not a warrior. I'm a soldier. There's a difference. Warriors attack and conquer. They – they prey on the weak. Soldiers defend and protect the innocent – mostly from warriors."
"Nice speech. I bet you tell yourself that every night so you can sleep. But I accept who and what I am. I don't have to justify it with words. Victory in battle is my justification."
―Carth Onasi and Canderous Ordo
VALHALLA CALLING

Mandalorian Neo-Crusader Vanguard
The Sky, Sky Ramp Front Lines
Onderon

Hakon's eyes narrowed into a tunnel vision as the drexl and war droid drew nearer to each other for the next clash. He steadied his itching finger tips with patience. He could not draw his next card–the wrist blaster of his vambrace–too early; the Jedi would merely swat away the bolts as they had done earlier to the basilisk's salvo of laser fire.

The engine beneath the basilisk's hull began to seize, coughing up smoke and the smell of burnt up circuits and valves as the stabilizer's short-circuited components began to spread like contagion across the rest of the machinery confined in the tight compartments of the metal beast, and lighting up the fuse of Hakon's patience.

The Mandalorian grit his teeth.

No.

No, he had to wait. Wait until they were in point-blank range once more; that is where the opening would reveal itself. His grip tightened over the haft of the spear demonstratively, a feint that concealed his true method of attack. The rangefinder's meterage trickled down the distance between him and the Jedi quicker and quicker as the drexl's wings flapped stronger and stronger against the wind. Another powerful thrash of the Dxun beast's wings ate the distance away. Ten meters off.

His free hand surged forth and the wrist blaster unleashed an onslaught of blaster fire at–

–a tail plunging down fast.

For a brief second, Fett froze in surprise before he leaned over his mount to reestablish sight of his target. A sudden jolt and rattle of the struggling basilisk nearly sent him off it as a foreign weight crashed onto its hull. The eyes on his back–a product of the 360 vision of his helmet–brimmed with the light of a sapphire blade swinging down at his back. The miniature icon of a jetpack flashed red over his HUD but he ignored it, succumbing himself to the warrior's instinct; the instinct instilled into every Mandalorian from the day they could walk.

Fett brought his knees up to his torso and leaned flat on his back before he pushed his feet against the metal stirrups of his saddle and launched himself into the wobbling Jedi like a hurled javelin, relinquishing the hold of his beskar spear as it tumbled downwards towards the ground; his hands sought to seize the Jedi's weapon wielding arm by by any means necessary as they plummeted down from the clouds above Iziz.