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

[Sig Dryggo]

"Death is inevitable. Those who fool themselves into believing otherwise are only causing more pain in the future.” -Mandalor the Ultimate
The Crusade: Feydrik Munin | Yuri Maji | Domina Prime | Trajan Fett
The Opposition: Jonyna Si | Haliat Kryze
Direct Tag: Vince

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The weight of the building was in constant flocculation: the building conflict within the throne room was sending vibrations through the palace halls. For a moment Sig lost his footing, cursing below his breath.

It was clear that the attackers and defenders were nearing a climax. The chaos would be the opportunity he needed to get close to his target. Turning back down the hall he originally planned on going down, the direct route, he launched his back-foot forward and dove towards the hall.

As he did so his cousin and the royal guard accompanying him, who Sig admittedly had forgotten, began opening fire on. While he had anticipated Vince, he hadn’t expected the royal guard to suddenly open fire. Avoiding Vince, the singular shot from the royal guard’s blaster rifle impact Sig’s chest dead center.

Like most standard blaster bolts Sig’s beskar’gam absorbed the majority of the damage. However it wasn’t total protection. The surge of energy shot straight through to Sig’s spine as he fell back and impacted against the wall.

Letting out a groan, he wasted no time and pushed off the wall, placing himself adjacent his original spot, looking down the hallway. He didn’t have much time to think, knowing Vince was making his advance down the hall.

Turning he began down towards the throne room. As he moves about the winding halls and corridors, he found himself not far from his goal. As he neared the final hallway the sound of the fighting grew louder and louder. With a moment alone, knowing it wouldn’t last with Vince on his trail, Sig turned and faced one of the nearby walls.

It was a fake, one of the many secret passages that lead into the labyrinth of maintenance tunnels. Of all those present today there were only three that knew the tunnels like the back one ones hand: the Queen, Vince, and Sig.

It was the final advantage he’d need to secure victory for himself, clan, and Crusade. Moving swiftly he moved to the central chamber which was located directly beneath the throne room.

There he waited for Vince, wanting his cousin present for all that would follow.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION: Onderon | OBJECTIVE: 1 | POST #: 3
TAG (ALLIES - Nearby) : @ | @
TAG (FOES) : Feydrik Munin | Nearby: Careena Fett | Hakon Fett​

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“Your eyes can deceive you, don’t trust them.” - Jedi Proverb made famous byObi Wan Kenobi​

One thing was certain.

This Mandalorian was indeed “fast”.

Dropping the weapon meant nothing to the big man.

Neither did the hands up,

It was the spin that he paid attention to.

Vanagor took the kick to his torso straight up. His skin was toughened by the Force, almost a natural “Tutaminus” but it still broke a rib. Vanagor didn’t hide it, he couldn’t, no matter how much the Force could control his pain. The reaction was a but a split second, but if Munin was paying attention, he would see it. The window to do anything about it was closing quickly as the Force was already healing the injury…

… as he took hold of the fighter’s leg, and twisted into a falling twisting throw to try and pull Feydrik to the ground, and Force assisted jab to the back of the knee before getting back up. He would normally keep the guy on the ground and use the “joint-locking” moves that the Jedi Martial art was known for, but he needed a second as his rib wasn’t quite healed. He was fine, and had more than plenty of fight in him, but another second would be good.

This should buy him that second.

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[Atin Tracinya]

Allies
Anna Carden | Minerva Fhirdiad | Others

Enemies
Careena Fett | Others
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There'd been no response from Minerva, but judging by the swarm of battle around the wardroid, hovering around it like hornets attacking a dog, she'd gotten the message. The static boom-buzz of her company's EMPs echoed far enough that Atin could hear. If they all lived through the day, Atin would owe her and her men a stiff drink.

But more pressing for the man at the moment was beskar-clad woman before him, who'd just executed one of the Onderanion soldiers with practiced ease.
"You've gotta be out of your mind," Anna said through Atin's helmet.
"Troan ni evaar'la verd. Ni vorer gar urcir!" the challenged replied, lifting her weapons in the air.
"Don't lose."
Atin crooked a smile at Anna's words of encouragement from beneath his helmet. "I won't."

Atin had no fear as he gave a slight bow towards his opponent. No Mandalorian would dare to disrespect the sanctity of a duel, Crusader or Kryze. And the rest were just smart enough to stay out of the Mandalorians' way. Straightening up, Atin reached for his own weapons, hatchet and vibroknife, and prepared himself.

The Ghost out-ranged him entirely. Between the beskad and blaster, she could shoot or stab Atin long before he ever got close to her. And he couldn't rely on brute strength against her either. But, close the gap, take away her advantage, and he had a shot. To do that though.

Atin cocked his wrist, a series of whistling sounds filling the air beneath the din of battle. Atin didn't expect the whistling birds to hit their mark, but hopefully they distracted the Mandalorian enough for her to not notice his sudden disappearance, or his attempt to attack her from behind.

 

[Vulpesen]

Loadout: Battlefield (Fennec Pistol replaced with a VSF Shiba)
Enemies: Mandalorians | Domina Prime | Sig Dryggo Yuri Maji Trajan Fett
Allies: GA | Minerva Fhirdiad Varys Amun Rayia Si Herrel Eldar
Objective: Fast Ball Special

The great thing about riding into battle was that when you weren't focusing on all that trouble with your legs, you could devote yourself to other pursuits. As Shadow raced up the skybridge and into the palace, Vulpesen was weaving the force around himself and his mount, shielding them from the sight of those around them. Nearing the end of his run, his ears flicked as he heard a manic voice shouting in challenge.

"You now have Primes UNDIVIDED ATTENTION!"

Well, the boded well for him. Shadow slid into the room in a drift just in time for him to see another Mandalorian sailing towards the big blue monster. "Lazer ball." His feet kicked up form his seat and he felt two of his mount's tails flick beneath, pressing lightly against his heels. For a moment they stood there in the doorway, the force concealing all but the slight hum that emanated from his lightsaber. He watched to see if Domina Prime would find herself laid out by the grey one's charge. Then, whether she moved or fell, he would set his mount back into motion. Three long strides to gain speed then he pushed back against the tails.

Shadow launched him as if off of a springboard, sending the zorren sailing as a black missile towards Domina. The last time they had "met," the Valde had found a rather effective way to introduce himself. Turning himself with a flip he aimed his heels towards the back of the creature's head, either upon her being missed by Herrel Eldar or as she rose from the ground after his attack.

Shadow, tasked with her own mission ran tot he circle of the Nite Owls, her bonecrushing tails ready to lash out at any foes that might assail to royal that she had been tasked to guard as if she were the master himself.

 

[Jenn Kryze]

Beskar'gam
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| Location | Iziz - Throne Room
| Objective | Face a misguided soul
| Focus | Jonyna Si Yuri Maji

A world without Jonyna.​

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The thought of it alone was enough for Jenn's stomach to drop, her visage blanching beneath the helm... before anger twisted at her features, a low snarl of her own building in her throat. The Ersansyr could feel herself shifting, the fabric of her undersuit straining to accommodate the transformation of fingers into claws; much like Rayia Si , she struggled to contain the near-animalistic rage from consuming her altogether, meeting the notion of her beloved being taken from her with great anger-​

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But then, the tide receded, even as a dark part of her whispered into her mind, telling her to reach out through the Force, to home in on that bastard hound and slowly curl her fingers inward. Even now, in the thick of the fighting and faced with such a notion, the Alor remained true to herself, burying the fire of hate with the still rushing water of her soul. Although a firm believer in the notion that mercy could only ever come from a position of absolute power, the Mandalorian humored Yuri all the same, listening to his words... and when the time came for her to answer, she chose to wield her most potent weapon. The spear of verity.​

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"I would strike you down with great anger, and do so without a second thought", rose the Alor's voice cooly. "But I would not punish the rest of your aliit for your crime. Valery Noble killed your mother. You want vengeance? Go fight her, instead of taking out your anger on all Jedi you come across and murdering those who once called you brother! ​

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Talking this way about her dearest friend hurt, no matter the truth of her words. Not in a million years did she want Val, who'd never given up on her, to be taken from this world. Hell, she'd sooner deny Yuri his revenge than let him deprive the many children of the Noble household of their mother. She could only hope that truth, and the suggestive power of her siren's song building up with each word, might allow her to make this invader see reason.​

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"I lost my mother too, vod'ika, and all my siblings with her. I know your pain. When I was your age, I was so angry at the Galaxy, how it kept on spitting down at us, kicking us while we were down again and again! But this?" She waved her hand towards the throne, and the embattled Nite Owls. The monarch she was sworn to defend.​

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"This is not the Way."​

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Jenn hoped he'd listen. If he didn't, she would have no other option than to beat him within an inch of his life, pressed as she was by the chaos in the throne room. She didn't have time for this, not with so many of her friends and allies in danger. And yet, all the same, she stayed her hand, out of regard for the woman Shai had been... and her own desire to embody her ideals, even in the face of ruin. Everyone deserved a second chance.​

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| Friendly | Caelan Valoren Haliat Kryze Herrel Eldar Jonyna Si Rayia Si Varys Amun
| Hostile | Domina Prime Ninurta Slaabur'r Trajan Fett Yuri Maji ​

 

[Feydrik Munin]

He saw the reaction, the flicker of pain.

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He couldn’t help but smirk underneath his helmet. He sprawled out when he was tossed- a clever move to avoid the impact. The hit to the back of the knee came hard and fast- causing his leg to jerk. He wouldn’t be kicking as hard with that leg, for sure- not for a while.

There was only a thin layer of armor, flexible soft armor and impact gel.

He stood back up to face the gargantuan Jedi, and took up a fighting stance. And threw one jab, a feint, another, lower to the ribs- another feint.

He did however, plan to give the hit back to the knee to him. He looked up, his feints perfect, believable- and aimed his knee upwards-

And activated his jetpack.

His armored knee came flying (literally) to his torso, or, worse, possibly if he didn’t move much at all- his chin.

Caltin Vanagor​

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

LOCATION: Onderon | OBJECTIVE: 1 | POST #: 3
TAG (ALLIES - Nearby) : @ | @
TAG (FOES) : Feydrik Munin | Nearby: Careena Fett | Hakon Fett​

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“Sometimes you have to eat one, to give one.” - a young Caltin Vanagor’s Teras Kasi instructor on the subject of “hits”​

Here comes a jab to the face… nope… feint…

Here comes the one the ja… nope… another…

What is with ‘Normals’ and “feints”?

Caltin was standing fully erect as well, only he did not put up a guard, or flinch. He had been through far too many battles to do so. He was built like a Star Destroyer, and he knew it, so the big man just stood there, ready to “take a shot” to give one. It was what his instructor of Teras Kasi told him so long ago when he went into hiding during the period of the Galactic Empire. It stuck…

Make no mistake, this fighter was a Master of “hand to hand” in his own right. Those feints were amazing and there would be no shame in anyone flinching at them. Caltin had too many bricks to his foundation to fall back on to do so though.

The knee however…

The jetpack enhanced knee slammed him square in the chest, and he took it, hard. However, that allowed the big man to grasp hold of the Mandalorian and reach at the jetpack to “crush” one of the thrusters as he committed to a manner of a “body slam” and attempt to bring the opponent down.

If Munin had managed to slip too far past him, for grasping the thruster, he would thrust his hand into that knee again between the armor plates.

No fighting stance.

No words.

No games.

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[Domina Prime]

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If You A Demon Show Your Damn Claws
And i'll Introduce The Blood To Flame~
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I Was Evil From The Damn Start
I Would Dance on Your Bloody Grave
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LOCATION: The Throne
ATTIRE: Primes Beskar'gam
OBJECTIVE: Capture The Queen UNLEASH HELL

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 ​

Just as The Xeno prepared to pounce on the Varys Amun and Rayia Si after their dastardly sneak attacks which left Domina Prime unmasked, her focus narrowed as her ears flickered and swiveled like radar dishes, the unmistakable roar of a jetpack cut through the cacophony of battle. Out of nowhere, Herrel Eldar clad in the familiar, unyielding Beskar soared through the air with the force of a missile.

He crashed into Domina with the power of a freight train, his armored shoulder slamming into her towering, beastly frame.

Domina's five alien eyes dilated to fine pins as she took the full brunt of the impact. Her body was thrown backward, potentially colliding with Rayia who had been weaving behind her for a sneak attack if she did not manage to move or bail in time. If she didn't, the pair would be tumbled across the floor, skidding along the once-pristine marble, now cracked and shattered by the ongoing fight. Domina's massive tail slapped down violently as she rolled, propelling her into an almost graceful recovery. Her claws dug deep into the marble, talons slicing through the stone like butter, leaving long, deep gouges in the glittering floor. The furious momentum stopped as she stabilized, standing tall once more.

A deep frown twisted across her monstrous face, the displeasure rolling off her in waves. Being assaulted by a fellow Mandalorian—one who dared to stand between her and Primes prize—was a grave offense in the eyes of the Old Gods. She tilted her head slowly, her eyes flicking between Herrel and Rayia who had just narrowly avoided stabbing her in the back.

This was what it had come to?

A Jedi and Mandalorian teaming up against her?

Primes disappointment in her Kin was overwhelming.

Domina exhaled a slow, deliberate breath, her posture suddenly relaxing, though her aura crackled with fury. All five eyes returned to surveillance mode, examining the throne room as they all flicked and searched as she reached up with one of her four powerful arms, claws delicately gripping the furred cape draped across her back. She peeled it away, tossing it to the side with a dismissive flick of her wrist, and slowly began to stretch, her massive shoulders rolling as she twisted her neck, as if loosening up before a savage fight. Herrel, still recovering from the brutal impact, stood back to his feet and readied himself, adopting a stance with one arm extended and his blaster at the ready.

Domina's five eyes gleamed, shifting from Herrel to the Jedi. A faint, savage grin spread across her face.

"Fine then..." she hissed, her voice dark and dripping with venom. "Prime will show you something beautiful…"

Her stance suddenly shifted into something strange, primal, and yet utterly elegant—reminiscent of martial arts, but unlike any the Jedi or Mandalorian had ever seen. Four arms brandished their razor-sharp claws as she moved with an eerie, predatory grace, her alien body settling into a position that radiated danger.

And then, the whooshing of air behind her caused her central fifth eye to roll back into her skull. Looking through her own skeletal structure to see the heat signature of a yet ANOTHER assailant flying down towards Domina.

This made the SIXTH sneak attack in the last thirty minutes!

Prime had seen enough of this dishonor~

And in a single swift lashing Dominas tail hooked into the furred cloak she had discarded onto the floor and in a single swift motion TOSSED the cape up into the air towards Vulpesen just before he made contact without even turning to face him, catching him just as off guard as he intended to do to her. Hopefully entangling him in the large blanket-like cloak as Dimas lower arms flicked their wrist outward, spitting azure silk towards him as well to tether him and attempting to YANK him deeper into the battle!

"PEEK-A-BOO BASTARD!" She barked violently at the new attacker.

If it was a piece of Prime they desired, then Domina would give them enough to CHOKE ON IT!

Domina still had a challenge to answer, and In an instant, she shot forward towards Herrel Eldar & Rayia Si , hoping her tethered line of silk would drag Vulpesen into the fold as well.

The Xeno feinted an attack high, lifting her leg as if she was about to slam her foot into the Padawans head. The hope was Rayia would react in attempts to parry, falling for Dominas bait. Her leg would suddenly drop, switching as she spun on the other, her massive tail whipping toward the legs of both Herrel and the Cathar, hopefully catching them off guard.

Without missing a beat, Domina's form twisted again—like a fluid blur of limbs—executing low kicks, spinning acrobatically before sending a barrage of claw swipes aimed at Vulpesen chest if he neared the fray, making sure she had enough violence for anyone who challenged the Might of Prime. Herrel, remembering his little quip moments ago, would feel the sting of her talons as she aimed for his knees with vicious intent.

Her movements were nothing like the mechanical precision of most Mandalorians. She wasn't relying on gadgets or traditional weapons. Her body was her weapon, an unrelenting storm of alien muscle, claws, and unorthodox strikes. Domina's combat style was like nothing they had ever faced—a whirlwind of unpredictable strikes, each one coming from an angle they couldn't fully anticipate.

"Your all SWEET like fucking CANDY!"

Four opponents quickly found themselves bombarded by Domina's relentless onslaught. She twisted and spun, moving so quickly that her limbs were almost a blur. Suddenly, The Xeno turned her back to both of them, seemingly exposing herself to their a potential counter-attack as Dimas five eyes searched for the new Jedi Master who had entered the mix, preparing for even his potential second sneak attack while she assaulted the others.

But it was yet ANOTHER bait, one only Domina was capable of springing.

The aliens massive tail whipped outward like a coiled serpent, followed by the twin lashers attached to her back, slamming into the ground. The force of the impact sent stone debris flying, cracking the floor beneath their feet. She twirled back around with a deadly grace, using the momentum to unleash a flurry of strikes, each more savage than the last.

Her hooked talons slashed toward Varys Amun knees now, wishing to topple her. A devastating sweep kick followed, attempting to knock the inexperienced mando child off-balance.

Anticipating she may be surrounded at any moment, Before they could all recover, Domina with a sharp twist, lifting her leg high into a balletic arc, and then brought her heel crashing down with immense force directly down upon Herrel Eldar who had issued the challenge to Dima. Rather the deadly strike hit him or not, she put all the weight she could into her heel strike. Electrical energy surging through her bones as she roared violently.

"GGGGRRAAAAAAAAAH!"

Her foot struck the floor so hard, fissures spiderwebbed across the throne room, the ground beneath them cracking and splintering from the sheer impact. The entire palace seemed to tremble as stone fractured, debris raining down from above.

Domina's grin widened as she straightened, standing tall amidst the destruction. "What a fucking joke~" she chittered menacingly, her five eyes glowing with an eerie light. "This One can't tell if you're all WATERED DOWN or SUGAR-COATED!" She barked menacingly as she used all four of her arms to gesture Vulpesen , Herrel Eldar , Varys Amun and Rayia Si forward. "C'mon now. Are sneak attacks and cowardice REALLY the BEST that ANY of you can do!? Prime is not impressed~"

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Jasper Kai'el Rakkon Ullodin Carduul Akahl

"You're quick, I'll give you that, you little wart," "You think you can push through, little warrior?"
"What the!'

The impetuous little whelp that Braze was, chuckled gleefully as he watched his much larger opponent take a tumble. There wasn't much time to savor the moment, though, as a sharp click and hiss filled the air. Gas. Braze hopped back, quickly summoning the wind to swirl around the Mandalorian, trying to contain the noxious cloud and turn it against the overgrown foe.

Backing up a few more steps, he reached for his helmet, pulling it from the magna-lock on his back plate. With a smooth motion, he secured it in place, feeling the familiar pressurization as it clicked into readiness. Braze had always appreciated gadgets and toys, much like the Mandalorians, though he knew better than to underestimate their clever tricks. He'd have to approach this one cautiously.

"What's the matter, papa pig?" Braze called out, his voice laced with mocking amusement. "Is your portly size finally catching up to you?" He taunted, hoping to provoke a reckless, rage-fueled attack.

 

[Ninurta Slaabur'r]

THE BEAST MASTER

Location: Palace 2nd Floor
Equipment: Beskar'gam, Main, Sidearm, Polearm, Belt of "goodies"
Beasts: x1 Oggdo's
GA: Caelan Valoren Vince Jonyna Si Jenn Kryze
Vode: Sig Dryggo Trajan Fett Domina Prime
Hunting: Caelan Valoren

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Caelan's lightsaber plunged into the side of the first Oggdo. His strike was true, the blade piercing through the beast's thick hide with a sizzle of energy and resistance. The creature let out a deep, rumbling groan, its massive form trembling as the blow penetrated deep and out the other end of its form. It staggered, trying to remain upright, but this was no flesh wound. This was lethal. With a final, shuddering exhale, the Oggdo collapsed to the floor in a heavy, defeated heap, its limbs twitching before stilling completely.

Ninurta's eyes narrowed beneath his helmet and he nodded in quiet admiration. He hadn't expected the boy to act with such decisiveness and precision, nor had he thought the lightsaber would find its way through his Oggdo's durable hide. A newfound respect flickered within him.

" That was a good kill." He commented.

With a sharp, controlled whistle, Ninurta called the second Oggdo to his side. The creature, still eager for battle, hesitated for only a moment before bounding toward its master, the force of its previous attack dissipating as it settled into place. Ninurta snapped his fingers, and the Oggdo immediately obeyed, sitting back on its haunches in standby mode, its large eyes blinking lazily, yet watchful.

With a calculated move, Ninurta dropped his blaster carbine to the floor. The weapon clattered against the polished stone, and with a swift kick, he sent it skidding off to the side, out of immediate reach. He straightened, his gaze never leaving the Jedi in his movements.

His hand moved toward his a rod like object on his back, and with a swift motion, Ninurta jerked his vibroax polearm into its extended form, its edges humming to life with a faint, metallic whir and a strange light green substance dripped from micro-pores in the weapons blades. Xenoboric acid. He rolled his shoulders, preparing for the next phase of their confrontation. Ninurta's stance shifted, his polearm held at the ready.

" Now we fight as equals. May your blade falter, Jetii." He nodded once more and the air around him became electric as his body tensed and prepared to strike. " FOR MANDALORE!!" Then he blitzed into action! Shifting his grip down the weapon to allow him the advantage of greater reach. The spiked pommel poised to strike the boys thigh.

 

[Rakkon Ullodin]

Carduul Akahl Jasper Kai'el Braze ​

The impetuous little whelp that Braze was, chuckled gleefully as he watched his much larger opponent take a tumble. There wasn't much time to savor the moment, though, as a sharp click and hiss filled the air. Gas. Braze hopped back, quickly summoning the wind to swirl around the Mandalorian, trying to contain the noxious cloud and turn it against the overgrown foe.

Backing up a few more steps, he reached for his helmet, pulling it from the magna-lock on his back plate. With a smooth motion, he secured it in place, feeling the familiar pressurization as it clicked into readiness. Braze had always appreciated gadgets and toys, much like the Mandalorians, though he knew better than to underestimate their clever tricks. He'd have to approach this one cautiously.

"What's the matter, papa pig?" Braze called out, his voice laced with mocking amusement. "Is your portly size finally catching up to you?" He taunted, hoping to provoke a reckless, rage-fueled attack.

Captain Grissuk directed his attention towards the audacious figure of Braze , the impetuous Padawan who engaged in a dance of mockery, reveling in his fleeting triumph. This spectacle was both entertaining and exasperating; the way the boy leaped about like a lively insect, under the delusion that he could unsettle a battle-hardened Mandalorian warrior with mere taunts.

Clenching his teeth beneath the helmet, his patience begin to wane, and for a brief moment, the Gamorrean was tempted to remind him that he was a Mandalorian Captain, forged in the crucible of combat and not one to be trifled with over a minor misstep.

The hazardous gas dispensed out from the Undergauntlet Toxic Gas Dispenser on his gauntlet, in a thick cloud before stopping as the Padawan was able to harness the arcane powers of the Force to convert the gas into a weapon against him.

"Papa pig?" Grissuk muttered under his breath, a mix of irritation and amusement as the Jedi attempted to bait him into a trap.

He would soon discover the consequences of such bravado, as a surge of adrenaline propelled the Gamorrean from the unforgiving jungle ground. The protective assault armor and sealed helmet shielded him from the effects of the surrounding gases, allowing him to retrieve the Shogar Tok Vibro-axe from the ground and deftly spin it in his grasp.

A single click of the Neo-Crusader Assault Armor roared the inbuilt jetpack that elevated him from the ground and launched him toward the jungle beneath like a projectile. As he plummeted, the earth rapidly approached, and time appeared to decelerate, allowing him to fully experience the overwhelming force of his fall.

He contorted his body in mid-flight, harnessing the full extent of his Mandalorian strength for the blow on the Jedi Padawan. The axe descended with lethal precision, and the noise of it cleaving through the atmosphere was overwhelming.

 

[Sahan Dragr]

Spoiler: Equipment

SHIP:

• "Ure'adtr" Howler Basilisk War Droid​

ARMOR:

• Besk'gathr Mk III​

WEAPONS:

• Tusurki'aa Ta'hye Beskad​
• M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol​
• "O'dteyase Saranuhlr" Modified Vora-Class Verpine Hand Cannon​
• M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle​

ITEMS:

• AXC (10)​
• Mirshir Ka'esr Binders​
• Irya'kadir Smoke Bombs​
• Sasori Last Resort Cannon​
• Ring of Vision​
• Runi Ticu'r​
• Rulariyi Mandalorian Sunglasses

AMMO:

• Gas Canisters (12)​
• Slugs (100)​
• Grulyr'bedtr CryoSlugs (1 Mag)​
• RB-02 "Salt" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• RB-04 "Droid's Bane" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• RB-03 "Force Breaker" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• Tracyn'wuta Pyro Slugs (5 Mags)​
• Hurdisi Photonic Blackout Rounds (5 Mags)​

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Gold slammed through the jungle, trees unable to stop the Howler Basilisk War Droid. Sahan jumped from Gold's cockpit, using his plasmacaster to light aflame a couple of the trees that the basilisk grabbed as clubs. She began to assault the two walkers with the improvised weapons.

"That is the ugliest set of armor I have ever seen in my life," Sahan said to the odd man attacking the base. "Biotech? Why the feth would you trust that stuff?" Biotech was a signature of the Vong, a natural enemy of Kestrians.

Sahan sent out imperceptible sonar pulses around him. A map of the surrounding terrain was imaged directly to his brain. He could tell where his comrades were. Everyone else was likely an enemy.

He launched several Irya'kadir Smoke Bombs all around, the AXC mist being capable of potentially causing hallucinations and interrupting the Force connection of anyone who inhaled it. Using the plasmacaster in his left vambrace, he blasted intense fire at the man and engaged his flight systems, taking off at blinding speed to encircle the adversary, causing the flames to swirl into an intense vortex. The firenado would suck the oxygen from within.

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TAGS: Jack Sandrow Valery Noble Carduul Akahl Jasper Kai'el Braze Rakkon Ullodin​

 

[Careena Fett]

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

| Location | Sky Bridge, Onderon​

| Objective | Seize the Sky Bridge​

Careena's Basilisk flew by overhead, casting a dark shadow as it drew attention from the enemy, spiraling in the air as munitions chased after it. It let out a metallic screech as it started to fly directly up, spinning as it cast out a cascade of flares to redirect incoming missiles before its large metallic form seemed to fizzle and fade from view, disappearing into the sky once again.​

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Careena raised one arm up as she let loose a spray of fire at the incoming whistling birds, the heat and flame razing the space between Atin and her as the targeting for the incoming projectiles were thrown off by the intense heat, causing those caught in the most intense area of the flamethrower to detonate. Careena redirected her arm's aim as the flames razed the ground before her, casting a dark layer of ash upon the ground. The projectiles scattered as her shields took the brunt of those that did manage to find their way to her, the subtle flicker as they impacted and fizzled away. The specialized whistling birds carried a heavier payload than normal, as her shields were already redlining in her HUD.​

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She flicked her wrist as the flamethrower switched off, her gaze scanning the area where Atin Tracinya once stood, finding the younger Mandalorian had vanished from her sight. Her head sweeped left and right as she twirled her beskad into a reverse grip in her other hand, her stance widening as she let her instincts for hunting and battle take over. Clever tactic distracting her before vanishing, and one she employed often; funny to find herself being on the other end of that trick for a change. She had to be quick and react fast lest she find herself on the wrong end of fate.​

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Her gaze fell upon the blackened floor as her eyes scanned for any trace that would give away her opponent, bootprints where none should be. A screen popped up in her HUD as it was feeding her a display of her rear. There were only two courses of action to take when trying to stay hidden from sight; to escape or to get closer to their prey. Seeing as the younger Mandalorian didn't seem to be the type to run, she could only conclude that he was trying to get close enough to her to level the playing field. So be it. The next question would be where they would try to attack her from.​

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Atin Tracinya | Anna Carden​

 

[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 blade struck true, pushing through the thick hide to strike the vital organs of the beast. It groaned, staggered, collapsed. For a moment it twitched, but Caelan could already tell that it was dead. The breath he didn't realize he'd been holding escaped from his lungs as he turned his gaze to the other beast. He'd expected it to have attacked him already, but it hadn't. It looked as if it might, and he pulled his saber free, preparing to face it head on, but no attack came.

Instead, the Mandalorian complimented him on the kill and called the other beast back to him. Caelan turned to the being in armor, frowning as he did so. The taking of a life was not something he believed should be celebrated. It was always a terrible thing, even when the one who died was a terrible person. Everyone deserved the chance to change, and death didn't allow that.

While his opponent prepared to fight him further, he touched the palm of one hand to the dead creatures body, paying respects for its loss. He strongly suspected it and the other one were somehow related. Even non-sapient beings could have family. The lost would undoubtedly cause strife when the other creature was no longer being directly controlled by its handler. Clearly it wanted to fight him, and didn't like that it was being relegated to the sideline.

"I pray that you see reason and stop your mad rush for death," he said as the other drew his weapon, a vibroax. "This is a waste of life for all involved. I wish you would see that."

Caelan noted the hissing from the floor beneath where the mandalorian stood, and realized the blade was dripping acid. That wasn't good. If the blade struck him, he was going to be cut, and the acid would eat at his clothing and flesh. Unlike them, he did not wear combat armor. He didn't like armor because it was too heavy and hindered his movements in a fight. He relied on strength and speed, not the ability to withstand hits. So when the man charged at him, Caelan had already assumed a posture to move.

Since the dead Oggdo had been between them, his opponent had been forced to charge around it. Certainly he was swift, but Caelan was fast too, by virtue of his lithe form and lack of armor. He jumped, using the force, propelling himself over the fallen beast to land on the other side, avoiding the mans strike, and avoiding attacking him. For the moment, at least.

"Stop this! What end will you obtain by killing the Queen or taking her captive? Why must you shed blood!"

 

[Jack Sandrow]

Welcome to the Jungle.
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Jack could have sworn that unmarked minefields broke more than a few laws of warfare.

He dragged himself to his feet, the armor reshaping and reshuffling around him as more and more nutrients poured up into the armor from the jungle floor around him. Diadidon... repair Ankathi... get it going... He groaned softly, but had no time to breathe as a giant starship-droid-thing crashed almost directly into him and absolutely into the still-regenerating Sylva Vitae walkers. Dazedly he watched the ship unfurl itself, rip two trees out of the ground, and begin bashing the now-ignited clubs into the walkers. Will wonders ever cease... In the back of his mind, he filed that design away for later - it might prove a useful inspiration for his biotech, should he survive this.

The golden Mandalorian was already going full-bore, and Jack set himself for a duel. "Says the man who needs to adorn himself in gold. What, you couldn't get your name etched in your chestplate?" At the biotech comment, he grinned wide behind the helmet. "Because it's an extension of myself, to a degree that you Mandalorians will forever aspire to and never achieve." He was about to reach out with a Force Push to discombobulate the Mando, before he noticed a handful of tiny pellets launch around him and pop. The world suddenly drew down to a pinprick, and he bit back a wail of pain as his 'heart' suddenly stopped beating. He couldn't breathe - his 'lungs' had stopped. His 'blood' was ice and sludge in his 'veins', as the connection to the Force he took for granted suddenly wobbled and snapped. He was going to die.

A massive splash of fluid washed over him from behind, and he sucked in a huge breath as warmth and vibrant green and vitality flowed through him. The Chyme from the Diadidon had hosed him down a split second after the grenades had popped around him - the disrupted connection must have equated to an attack for the drone walker, and it had responded with a life-giving spray of its fluid. Another split second later, and Jack felt its life force wink out as a massive flaming club crushed it. Feth.

Okay, so this was going to be a knock-down, drag-out fight. In the first split second, Jack contacted his ship in orbit. Big fight. Need reinforcements. Prep Solis cannons, prep 2 Diadidon, prep 4 Ankathi. In the next split second, Jack was up on his feet again, his gauntleted arm raising even through the Force-disrupting grenade clouds. The armor had begun to harden to a waxy sheen, reflexively reacting to the grenades with a Force-null two-way seal and the intense heat with a flameproofing coating, and as it did so a massive tube opened up in the right pauldron. Multiple organic biocomputers were tracking everything at once, including the golden Mando who had done Jack the good graces to fly up through his still-dispersing spore cloud. He was moving up and around, up and around...

"Catch."

The Buloke cannon in Jack's armor fired a round with railgun-like velocity, the 40 pound penetrating slug aiming square at the Mando. Jack was certain the anti-vehicle round wasn't going to penetrate beskar armor, gold plating or not. His biotech was good, but not yet that good. But Jack was also certain that 40 pounds moving at supersonic speed would inevitably do immense blunt force trauma to the squishy person beneath the armor, should it connect.

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Carduul Akahl
Rakkon Ullodin
Jasper Kai'el
Braze
Valery Noble
Sahan Dragr

 

[Ran Serys]

Balance went as the neo-crusader shot himself from the war droid and ripped them both away from it. Together they fell through the sky in a struggle. The crusader went after Ran's saber arm. She tried to escape them, but they had her arm and they would not let go. They'd never let go. They were a warrior with a warrior's will and the inheritance of their people's history. The warrior's spirit was too strong in most mandalorians, and Ran thought even more so in this one, but she was a warrior too. She welcomed the battle of wills and let her lightsaber go.

Ran grimaced at the small loss and watched as the air caught it. It plummeted through the sky just as the crusader's spear had and now they got what they wanted. Now there was only the fall. "May the force be with you, Crusader!" She yelled as the winds whipped around them.

Ran twisted her forearm not to escape but for leverage. Leverage enough to clutch the mandalorian's forearm in return. She would not escape them, nor them escape her. With her off hand she began throwing punches, full power, augmented by the force, and aimed for the helmet. Ran did her absolute damndest to break the visor, to dent the helmet into the neo-crusader's face, and inevitably break that too.

Ran could feel her drexl companion in the force. He was flying below getting ready to catch the two fighters. She urged the drexl to move with her mind and it did. The warriors kept falling. There would be no catch, at least not yet.

Hakon Fett​

 

[Feydrik Munin]

I SAW THE SUN BURN OUT

Big man moved.
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He was fast. Feydrik was fast too- but he wasn't going for him. He was returning the favor. His jetpack was crushed, thruster crushed inwardly. No good anymore. Using it again would spell doom- an explosion, at best. Or, failing to launch. Either way- a useless tool.

The thought barely registered his mind before he was slammed on his back, further crushing his jetpack. He let out a grunt of frustration, but his jetpack- already broken, leaked fuel as it was further destroyed. The man didn't take a fighting stance, and instead, an arm went outstretched, gunning for his knee again. No feint, no subterfuge- a fighter like Feydrik saw it coming. He was easy to anticipate, but hard to counter or react due to his size.

He shifted his leg- narrowly avoiding the punch, and rolled on the ground a few feet to get some distance, leaping up to his feet. He reached to the magnetic locks of the jetpack, letting it fall to the ground with a heavy clunk. He stood tall, curling his hands at his side.

"There are plenty of bad places to be." He had a voice like venom, a snake in the grass. He was callous, cruel, unrelenting and violent. He spoke like a viper would. His accent carried over- a heavy Ryloth accent.

"This is one of them, Jetii."

He charged forward, freed from the several pounds of his jetpack- and just that much faster. His crushgaunt adorned hands tightened into fists as he approached- and he leapt up slightly, and brought his fist close to his chest, before lashing out, straight and down- with crushgaunts, any part that hit would hurt. Didn't matter if it was the face, or a block. Something was going to get in his way, and something on that big man was going to hurt.

Plus, Feydrik had a mean kick, and a mean leaping punch.

Caltin Vanagor

 

[Minerva Fhirdiad]

Tag: Anna Carden Atin Tracinya

The Ghost Basilisk had disappeared again but this time Minerva understood it a little bit more.

Cloak and surprise are its main weapons.

She immediately made a call in the comms.

"Tyatr prepare yourself. I'm upholding data on a new potential target to you. Should it make another appearance, you know what to do."

"Acknowledged, data received." A metallic voice answered on the other end.

Next she flew around the embattled ramp, noting its ferocity escalating Minerva silently thought. It is time. Subsequently she flew back to the back of the ramp where one of her troopers was on one knee typing on a mobile console with a screen.

"Sumi is Plan Wildfire ready?"

Turning to her CO she nodded in confirmation. "Yes Captain. My little drones just finished spraying. We just need the right spark."

Minerva squeezed her right hand while back, hearing the brutal warfare being back on the ramp. They needed to seize any edge they could against the Crusaders. What she and the Talons had just set up was going to add to the battle's carnage but she believed it necessary. These unrepentant zealots needed to get a taste of their own medicine. Something that will hurt, really hurt.

Back in the half of the ramp occupied by the Crusaders, little bug sized drones by the dozens had scurried around for the past few minutes the back part behind the vanguard battling it out with the coalition of defenders on the opposite side. Those drones not crushed or not shot by the invaders had been spraying liquid that looked like water but smelled rotting. The machines sprayed enough that began to spill downwards as more Crusaders were advancing up to join their bethern. The remaining drones withdrew into the ramp's vents.

Sumi drew a modified mini missile and handed it to Minerva who then installed it in her left vambrace's missile launcher. The soldier next said

"I left a sign from the drones so you'll be able to spot where to target. But Cap I think someone else should-

"Out of the question! I'm not risking any of you beyond necessary. This is not up for further debate, sergeant."

The warrior's tone was firm, brokering no objections. Sumi sighed heavily. Her CO can be so stubborn at times. Nonetheless the trooper said.

"Understood Cap. Good luck out there."

Done, Minerva proceeded to run toward the left side of the sky ramp and leaped. She let herself fall for a few moments that felt like minutes then activated both her jetpack and jet boots with increased speed towards the part of the bridge occupied by the enemy. Once close enough she ascended from the left side before looking down at the ramp, scanning it with her rangefinder.

"Come on, come on where is it?" She muttered before the rangefinder located a tiny beacon on the spot where the coating is. Lifting her left arm and steadying it with the opposite hand she prepared to shoot the lone missile when sudden blaster fire from below interrupted and she was forced to dash out of the way! Three Crusaders were flying up to intercept her.

Grunting, she dived in from the right side, letting them chase her.

Have no choice, I need to get closer.

As she kept taking evasive moves to Minerva then unleashed five whistling birds from her boots that forced her pursuers back to counter against. Seizing her chance as she neared closer and closer to the surface she unleashed the missile from vambrace and pulled up to get away. On hitting the wet floor a small spark lit then instantaneously ignited into a sizable explosion whose shockwave knocked Minerva away with such force that she was sent spinning toward the city below.

Moments later Minerva crashed through the roof window of a mansion.

Simultaneously the explosion turned into a great wave of bluish flame that sped down the funnel, consuming scores of Crusaders standing and advancing from there and scattering the few of their fellows that escaped to the air.

The napalm wave continued at a crazed speeder’s rate until finally stopping at the front entrance. Once it stopped those in range can hear the horrid screams of those dying on the lower half of the ramp. They rolled around or flailing their limbs while on the scorched floor. The next wave of crusaders should be able to advance through there again but they would be greeted by the sight of scorched bodies of their vode and a few still dying as they rolled or flailed all their limbs as they uttered agonized screams and shrieks.

The only crusader vanguard directly engaging the defenders and their commander dueling Atin were spared since the target had been their rearguard. The next batch of reinforcements will have to reach them swiftly or else.

The Neo-Crusaders desired slaughter and mayhem but as the old saying goes be careful what you wish for…you just might get it.

 

[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

The once-picturesque sprawl of Iziz, now scarred by the Mandalorians' savage campaign, blurred into a featureless haze of color and ruin as Jedi and Mandalorian plummeted from the skies in a fierce tussle. It was only the two of them, moored on a doomed odyssey for the land of stone pavements below.

"May the force be with you, Crusader!" the Mirialan Jedi yelled out.

"Mandalorian!" Fett barked back in correction. She slithered like a snake through his grapples and punches and coiled her forearm to lock his own. He brought his free hand in a desperate block against the salvo of heavy punches against his helmet. Most connected with the strength of a forgemasters' power hammer pounding beskar upon an anvil.

The Jedi would see their self reflected against the soulless visor, bathing in the violence she wrought upon the Mandalorian, until a piece of the visor finally cracked; the wind of their fall thrusting it at the side of his eye and blood gushed from the wound.

A blue-eye, dyed red in the thrill of combat, stared from the lifeless visor at the Jedi.

"Want my buy'ce?!" he half-growled, half-gutturally laughed, then pulled his beskar-clad head back and slammed it forward into a kiss with a force that almost broke his own neck.

From Keldabe,
With Love.

 

[Varys Amun]

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

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Her aim was perfect. Her technique flawless. Varys landed lightly on one foot, followed up with another step, and thrust the spear forward, just as Rayia Si burst from the floor and struck Domina hard in the jaw.

Varys reeled. The spear went off course, and the deadly thrust hit nothing but empty air. What would have been a life-ending strike ruined by an overeager Jedi.

Before Varys could blink, Domina turned and swiped at her. Varys jumped back just in time to avoid being disemboweled, but not fast enough to avoid the kick that followed, knocking her legs out from under her. She toppled over and hit her head hard against the marble floor. A moment later, Varys was struck again, this time by Rayia. Varys raised her javelin in front of herself instinctively, and it sliced into the young woman's hide. She was knocked onto her back. The javelin clattered to the floor. She scrambled to stand up, seething.

Varys snarled and shoved the young Padawan. The two had never met, but Varys knew who she was, that Jenn would be angry. But, at that moment, she couldn't care less.

"Usen'ye! Out of my way, shabuir." Varys spat. Enraged, she threw the javelin with a grunt towards Domina, but in her hotheadedness it was poorly aimed and badly timed, and missed by a wide margin. She opened her mouth to shout out another curse at Rayia, but she was already gone, running at Domina to re-engage.

Varys sighed in frustration. She held out a hand, and her javelin slid across the floor, rising into the air and whistling as it flew towards her. Varys caught the weapon with one hand, briefly admiring how its edge glittered with bright crimson blood.

"Ni partaylir parjai cuun kyr’yc lesh’akaan, Dima.”

Varys watched Herrel as he fell towards Domina and struck her hard, and sending her flying. But the monster did not stay down long., even after Vulpesen followed up with a second attack. This time, something had changed. Before this, it had almost seemed like Domina was enjoying the back and forth. Now she looked hurt, and mad.

Varys readied herself for another throw.

"We have her surrounded!" Varys exclaimed. "Let's finish thi-"

Prime struck the floor with terrifying force, cutting Varys off. Cracks ran across the marble once again. The whole throne room shuddered at shifted, Surely it could not take much more of this.

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