Insurgency (Mando Vs Prime invasion of Muunilinst)

[Ordo]

Location: on the ground
Objective: evade
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: Prime
Unknowns: [member="Jared Ovmar"]
Gear: Signature panel


He knew the voice or at least a part of him did. He had prepared for the sith to attack his mind but this particular being he had not expected. He continued firing into the sith who had more or less ignored him then cut to his right.

His repulsor pack came alive with a blink of his eyes and he began flying. Where did he fly? Up. He sped through the air and found an open balcony then sat down lightly before deactivating his pack. The huge weapon pointed to the deck but was ready for anything as he entered the room.

He found a set table with drinks on it and a serving droid in the corner. The man was surely there but as Ordo had seen, the man had tricks aplenty. Ordo put up his mental defenses. His surface thoughts kept moving by calculating hyperspace coordinates. His deeper thoughts were compartmentalized with various barriers to keep his mind from being assaulted all at once. Tricks he learned from the sith themselves. Would it stop an attack? No, he held no such hopes, but it may buy time if the inevitable happened and time could be his Savior.

"I'm here bub." he said standing in the window entrance. "So talk. I've got things to do. "

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective: To talk to [member="Ordo"].[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: In [member="Ordo"]’s head.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies: [member="Ordo"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies: [member="Ordo"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]For a few moments nothing happened. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]The droid in the corner whirred mechanically, in the distance there was the shooting and firing of the battle, a soft breeze waved past the window and the subsequent silence reigned, but such things were never meant to last. If the old one had learned one thing, it was that the Galaxy was always moving into the same inevitable destination.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Destruction.[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]It was the universal truth of reality, from death to annihilation, the only way for something new to begin… the old had to be decimated. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]There was only so many spots left.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Finally Ovmar made his appearance - and as always it was exactly as you might expect it. Him reintegrating himself within the fabric of reality, seating composed, a glass in his hand with an unknown liquid and leaning patiently against his seat. He studied the old Mandalorian, they had known each other in a different life, when things had been so much more… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]simple[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px].[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Do you now?” the Lord of the Fringe took a sip from his drink, let the liquid swirl in his mouth before following up with that trademark grin that he had been known for. It seemed older now though, a bit sadder around the edges - almost as if he knew something that you didn’t, and it only made him more tired.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Ignorance was truly bliss sometimes.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“And what is that, hmm? What is so important that it occupies your living thought?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Ordo’s attempt to keep his mind a fortress was noted and it made Jared amused… [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px]where was the trust?[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6667px] [/SIZE]

 

[Prazutis]

Location: Mandalorian Staging Area
Objective: Win/Survive
Allies: Mandalorians - [member=Rawnie Tal'verda] | [member=Malcom Renolds] | [member=Kadala Skirata] Skirata | [member=Aedan Miles] | [member=Strider] | [member=Connor Garon] | [member=doctor azure]
Enemies: Primeval - [member=Ebon]
Weapon/Equipment:

Spoiler

Rifles:
*EE-3 Carbine Blaster Rifle
*E-11 Blaster Rifle
*RB-23 "Cauterizer" Riot Scatter Blaster
*ACS-207 Acidthrower
*ACS-203 Hellfire Autocannon

Handgun
*Westar Blaster Pistols

Blades
*2 Beskads

*8 Throwing Knives

Wrist mounts:
*Hidden Beskad wrist Blade

*Fibrecord Whip

*4Toxic Darts

*ZX Miniature Flame Projector

*Dur-24 Wrist Laser

*MM9 Rocket System

*Hidden Beskad wrist blade

*4 Toxic Darts

*Spiked Knuckles

Knee mounts:
*Knee pad Fex-M3 dart launchers (Left/Right)

Grenades:
*2 Force Breakers

*4 Thermal Detonators

*4 Frags

*1 Ion Grenade

*2 Tear Gas

*2 Flash Bangs

Equipment:

*Personal Shield Generator

*Spiked Boots

*Z-6 Jetpack with rocket

Jarell has knowledge and ability to perform basic Force powers

​

(Sorry Ebon you exceeded the 72 hour defense rule, my swords hit you)

Jarells first sword was a direct hit cutting the Sith deep across his waist and the other sword can't down cutting into the Sith's shoulder. Jarell then pulled his swords out of the Sith and watched him bleed from his shoulder and collar bone and his waist. Jarell then looked back to the evacuation area and wondered if he was the only one left still fighting on his side as he has not seen any of his vode in a while. Jarell scanned the area looking for anyone.

Jarell then looked back at the bleeding Sith knowing if the Sith didn't get patched up he would bless to death but jarell didn't care. Jarell got on his Comlink.

Is any vod out there? This is Jarell, Malcom and Rawnie are gone, I just defeated a Sith, he is bleeding pretty badly from his waist and shoulder, he may bleed to death. Oh well, anyone got a way out of here they can help me out with?

Jarell waits for a response continuing to watch the Sith bleed out.​

 

[Ordo]

Location: In a room
Objective: Talk?
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: Prime
Unknowns: [member="Jared Ovmar"]


Ordo sat his big weapon down and walked to the small table. His eyes stayed on the man but from behind the visor who would care. The question was a good one. What was so important? They both knew that most of the things that happened in the galaxy were just blips on the radar and in a thousand years no one would remember anyway.

Ordo sat his heavy frame on the chair closest to him and took off the black buy'ce. He looked older, his scars faded and lines deeper than they once were, but they were both who they had always been, at least Ordo was. He reached forward and poured himself a drink then leaned back before he would answer.

"I'm trying to get my people off the planet these Sith wannabe's took." Ordo said. He took a sip of his drink and swished it around his mouth. "I don't much care for how they treat people."

Ordo had not fully expected Ovmar to be alone but then there was little about Ovmar that was predictable, well other than being in league with who ever he felt like in the moment.

"Why are you here?" Ordo asked in return, "We both know these prime-whatever they call themselves is beneath you."