Into the Fold at Last [Mandalorians Dominion of Alderaan]

[Ak'lya]

The siege tunnel echoed the footsteps of him and the small group accompanying him as he walked with long stride. His plan was slowly falling into place, and he now needed to send his messages. Turning to the page next to him, he ordered him to run ahead and deliver his seal and message to Lord Cortess. As the boy ran off, a second one tool his place, asking him what to do. He handed him a scroll, with two seals. One of House Baliss and one of House Frayus. Pulling out a small ceremonial knife, he cut the seal of his own house. "Deliver this to Lord Frayus. It will tell him we are under attack." Handing both the knife and scroll to the page, he watched the boy set off running. He gave himself a small smile before lengthining his stride. Hopefully those would help. The siege tunnel came out on the edge of House Baliss territory, so they would be well behind Damion's forces. With any luck, he would be on House Cortess grounds within the hour, assuming they could get a speeder. Luck, be a lady

 

[Faith Organa]

Command Center
Post 13
[member="Draco Vereen"]

"yes while the mine is important the miners are more important isn't Ember on site at the mine working with everyone there". She wanted to put the presence of Alderaan forces on site at the mine, but she did not want to undermine the work already done by Ember on site. How do you do that? How does she make Alderaan look like it can handle problems while not taking away from the presence of the Mandalorians.

"Is Ember at another site?" She respected the Warmaster.

She nodded, "I will wait but Draco, this is a relationship between Alderaan and Mandalore both must look strong without losing face to Death Watch, or the Nobles of Alderaan." She wanted to make sure he understood, to her there was a delicate balance in play.

He just wanted to get rid of Death Watch which she understood. War and Diplomacy did not go hand in hand.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Post: 13

Sabine had fought hard to regain the particular cavern, she was exhausted after the fight. She lent up against the wall, as droids moved on to try and flank the next one. She soon heard fighting in the next tunnel, Death Watch was near by. She did not care for moment, she was not a machine, she was knackard and need a rest. She used the force to rip off one the cantina from dead deathwatch trooper. She did ponder why she sipped his drink of water, why deathwatch as name, it was stupid named. It certainly did not invoke fear into her, though it may to others. Every name had something rooted in history, no matter what it was. She could not get a signal in cave on her holo computer, she have to look it up later, or capture one these reprobates, and cut it out of his mind. After drinking the water and getting a breather, she got up and made her way to edge of the cavern. She was going to be heading down the corridor soon, and then she would be killing again.

 

[Kur-gal Kwaad]

“No.”

Kur-gal had wondered in his youth if he could lie, and time, along with a wealth of experience, had proven that he was helpless to tell the truth. Doomed to sincerity, the Slayer had long ago decided to deliver it as one would the merciful killing blow; quick and to the point.

“We’re torn and scattered and few. We don’t have a single worldship.” His mandibles flared, and he looked away, studying the fleshy walls of the grashal.

It looked remarkably normal. Nothing about the fibrous green mesh whispered of the betrayal these Vong committed every day. The floor hadn’t shriveled from the blasphemous feet trampling it. The ceiling hadn’t rotted away for sheltering such heresy.

The all-reaching hands of the Yun’O reached… not far at all.

“We can’t run. But we will survive even if the infidels rip each other to pieces. Their wars do not concern us.”

[member="Khallesh"]

 

[Ak'lya]

The end of the siege tunnel was drawing close when one of the guards stopped him. "Sir, We should check ahead for enemies." He nodded to the man, who signaled his partner and moved out. Behind him he heard the last mak with him ask if he should go as well.

"Yes, but stay out of sight unless need be. I'd rather keep you on my payroll." The Rattataki nodded and stepped forward quietly. He had hired the old soldier to train troops, as he had been expecting this attack for weeks now. But even so, he had come along at his father's instance. Protection. While the man wore the same armor as the guards he followed behind, Jonathan knew there was a Phrik plate beneath the chest plate. It had been what the man had asked for payment.

As the first guard stepped out, he was caught by a blaster bolt. Clutching his chest where the bolt had slammed into his armor, he whispered to the other two men the location of the shooters he had seen. They nodded, and the two men waited for a minute before the old soldier tapped his comms. "Sir, I want you to walk forward."

"What?"

"It'll draw them out." He gave the man a nod, and began walking. Almost immediately, they heard voices, and a few clicks. the grizzled soldier threw out what looked like a silver cylinder, then raced back towards Jonathan along with his guard. The EMP grenade went off almost as soon as they stepped back. The Rattataki smiled and pulled out a small handgun. He stepped into the open, and fired three times, then lowered it. His gaze shifted from one side to the other before beginning to walk around, searching for any enemy. He found none. Satasfied, he told the other guard to take his comrade back to the palace, while he and Jonathan pushed ahead. As the two of them took an abandoned Cortess speeder, they headed for House Cortess. Dwindling numbers.....

 

[Levy Willamina]

Tunnels

The sound of Levy running over one of the bugs as the jeep continued through the tunnels was a wet crunchy sound before they were moving down the tunnel with the lights on. Illuminating the tunnel when they stopped and she jumped out with the others there. One sister on the gun while she was spinning with the caltrop launcher taking aim. "Stay tight and check the corners for bugs." A look for her attention on the main sister leading them down the tunnel while the scanners on the armor were looking over the minerals and ores in the wall. They could work over some of the larger things when the multipurpose rifles lights came about on one of the larger bugs firing ionic disruption shots as it crackled lighting up the tunnels.

 

[Brent Warnel]

Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Attrion Harnol"] | [member="Sabine Kurtass"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Faith Organa"]
Enemies: Death Watch/Allies of Death Watch
Post: [3/35]

Fighting in the tunnels had been brutal since the Alderaanian forces had pulled out, he could have used the extra blasters but they would have most likely died fighting the hardened Watch soldiers. After the Watch had blown through the wall of the tunnel and engaged Brent and his team, it had been non-stop fighting. The Death Watch had no sense of personal safety as they were throwing grenades and small improvised explosives. The tunnels couldn't hold themselves up forever with that kind of ordnance flying around, they needed to put a stop to it, but that was going to be a problem.

Death Watch had pushed harder then he had expected, many of his comrades lay wounded and dying around him. He had maybe a dozen soldiers left fighting with him, and they were all running low on ammo. They had to be close to the Death Watch center of command, or some type of command center as the Death Watch had pushed his troops back hard, and the only reason they were still fighting was because Brent's men had found a long tunnel that was easily defended. They were slowly and continuously being pushed back though, leaving their dead and dying like a gruesome trail as they fell back, but there was nothing to be done for it. Small arms fire cascaded around him and his men as they kept pulling back.

Two more of his men dropped from precise blaster fire and another went down wounded as his leg took a direct round from a slug thrower. He glanced around and counted nine active Mando's left; they didn't have long.

"This is Brent Warnel to any Mandalorian forces still fighting in the tunnels, my squad is pinned down by Death Watch forces and we are breaking," Brent yelled into his comm while he took cover as more blaster fire soared over his head, "If anyone is out there, I'm transmitting my location, we need reinforcements ASAP."

He closed off his comm and returned fire down the hall, his blaster spitting out bolt after bolt towards the Death Watch advancing towards them. Two enemy commandos dropped dead, smoke rising from their charred breast plates. He took aim on a third and pulled the trigger but his blaster didn't spit out any rounds, his power pack was empty.

"Well that's no good," he said to himself as he dropped the rifle and pulled out his pistols, returning less than accurate and a high rate of fire down towards the enemy. Hopefully the comm signal got out, it was on a less than secure channel, so there was a chance that Death Watch could pick it up themselves or someone else and come and find them, but that was a chance he was willing to take.

 

[Darth Banshee]

post: 14
[member="Brent Warnel"]

Sabine had just finished fighting in the section of tunnel, when a hail came in.

"This is Brent Warnel to any Mandalorian forces still fighting in the tunnels, my squad is pinned down by Death Watch forces and we are breaking," Brent yelled into his comm while he took cover as more blaster fire soared over his head, "If anyone is out there, I'm transmitting my location, we need reinforcements ASAP."

She replied, ta'na ni gar taa. This meant send me your location in basic, she used mandalorian tongue as she was still annoyed with [member="Ember Rekali"].
Though she was not going to let another mandalorian die, out that anger.
As she waited for the reply her droids began to march down the tunnel to flank a death watch position.

 

[Attrion Harnol]

Post 7.
Objective 2

It had been a challenge, getting the Death Watch spy to talk was extremely difficult. Attrion could tell he had been trained to resist torture, however Attrion had ‘unique’ methods of making people talk. He rushed back to the palace, his captive in tow, bound in magna-cuffs. When he approached the gates a guard stopped him, “What are you doing?” He questioned. “Who is that behind you?”

“No time to explain!” Attrion exclaimed, “I have to see Draco Vereen, this is important!” Attrion began pushing past the guard but the man stopped him with a firm grip on the shoulder.

“I’m sorry sir, however Draco Vereen and the Princess have both left the palace to help the efforts at the battle near the phrik mine, I can try to get hold of them through a holo-communicator for you if you would like?”

“No, this is to important, I have to tell them myself.” He threw the spy at the feet of the guard, “Lock this one up, I’ll need him later. Trust me on this, ok?” The guard reluctantly agreed and carted the man of to the cells.

Attrion sprinted to his ship, he would have to take the speed and mobility while being wide open to any attacks from the Death Watch who were observing the airs, he didn’t have time for any other option. He activated his engines and sped off towards the allied camp the was set up near the mine. He had to deliver this information, no matter the cost.

 

[Brent Warnel]

[member="Sabine Kurtass"]
[4/35]

So far no one had answered his comms, but the Death Watch must have intercepted it, as they were pushing harder. His few men had dropped nearly twenty enemy combatants and they kept pressing harder. He knew his small group was doomed, but he didn't let that stop him from fighting. His dagger was dripping with blood and out of reach and one of his vibro-knucklers was embedded in the helmet of the dead Watch trooper that was sitting next to him. He had given up trying to pull it out and had just taken the dead mans gun and used it against his friends. His pistols were smoking and useless, his rifle was out of ammo, and this Watch rifle had maybe two dozen shots left in it.

He looked over at the dead Watch soldier next to him and noticed something he hadn't before, the man had a grenade in a bandolier around his chest. "Huh," Brent said as he reached over and grabbed it from the man's belt, "Don't mind me, just giving back to the community."

Not just any grenade, a special Death Watch grenade, it had to be because it had fancy drawings on it. Or maybe they just liked drawing on their stuff? Who knew, well..."Do you guys like drawing on your stuff?" Brent asked the dead guy next to him, when no answer was forthcoming he continued, "It's considered rude to not answer ya know," he chided the corpse.

"Regardless," Brent flipped the switch on the grenade and lobbed it towards the enemy soldiers advancing on him, "Incoming!" he yelled at the Death Watch troops as a slow lull in the blaster fire meant at least some of them had seen what was coming. Not like there was much they could do though.

The explosion tore through the tunnels and ended the firefight for nearly ten seconds. The Watch soldiers brushed off their dead though and kept coming right after. Brent picked up the rifle he had commandeered and fired off the last few rounds before it clicked and gave a slow whine telling him it was empty. He laid his head back on the stone he was using for cover and accepted his fate. He had used all his weapons, even his close in tools, and all he had left was his hands. He closed his eyes and gathered himself for one last rush of Mando'a adrenaline to pour in his system so he could give the Death Watch one last thrashing.

Then Brent heard her through his comms, asking for his location, and he gave a silent thanks to whoever might be looking down on him that his comms got out.

"I sent it. I'm deep in the tunnels and the Death Watch are hammering us non-stop, I don't know how long we can hold out," Brent yelled into his comm as more and more blaster fire crowded into the small area he was occupying.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Post: 15
Allies: [member="Brent Warnel"]

She got her reply, and she knew where to go. Though he was distance away, if she took the conventional method of travel. As her droids moved down the corridor, she turned her thought inward. So deeply inward she could feel herself on an atomic level, as she did step forward into rock and walked through towards his position. She using the ability to phase herself, through the rock towards her comrades in need. This took up lot concentration, one slip, and she became rock. She moved through to other side of one corridor, and took deep breath. She started to be able to hear deathwatch blasters, firing on her fellow mandalorains. She took deep breath and then went in again, after recovering a bit. After walking through the cold rock again. She popped out behind deathwatch, and lite up her lightsaber. As she saw them she took breath, and said Su cuy'gar b'amr. Which meant hello boys, and was designed to get there attention, well if the saber staff had not already. She then was met by hail of blaster fire, most she batted away with her lightsaber. Some hit but bounced of her phrik plate, some just plane missed her. She was not going to attack, until the mandalorains had chance to fight back as well.

 

[Khallesh]

[member="Kur-gal Kwaad"]

"I'd like to think that Kur-gal, but I suspect we will long feel the effects of their wars. But for too long we've been [a piece of their game board]," Khallesh sighed. It was Juun Phaath who had taught her the phrase, and how to play several infidel games of strategy. Beholden to their language even if they liked to imagine themselves free of their influence. Was it easier to stay silent and keep one's mind from the problems, or to express it openly? Khallesh wondered.

"There will be many things on which our colony does not agree with the direction the Legion has taken," the local Prefect spoke up. "But removing yourselves from their wars, that I think we can all agree on. We were given a home on Alderaan as our home world for four hundred years was bombarded by a human religious crusade. But this world sits in a tug of war between Sith, Republic and Mandalore. Selvaris has been burned. Whichever path we choose to follow the fate of our people should be as resilient to their warring as possible."

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Brent Warnel"]

Davon held back and wiped the blood from his beskad with a cloth as the rest of this pocket was finished off. A small notice appeared in his HUD: Comms established. The tunnels were deep, which was why they had a host of floating drones following them. The drones acted as signal relays to get voice back up and down the winding tunnels.

Almost immediately a flash warning appeared: a distress signal. “Suit, map us a path to that location,” he grunted. On his HUD the known map of tunnels, marked with friendlies and known red positions came up.

“Suit: Company channel. Load up, we’re moving on towards that distress call. Hark and Minlel: you’re taking the wounded and prisoners back up to the surface.

“Suit: point to point comms to Brent Warnel. Lad, you still alive? Can be on your location in ten minutes with twenty men.”

 

[Brent Warnel]

[member="Sabine Kurtass"] | [member="Davon Karr"]

"Barely!" Brent told [member="Davon Karr"] as the Mando asked him his status, "Any help would be appreciated. Sabine is also enroute but I don't know which of you is closer. So if you have any help, by all means come this way. We are near some type of command center too so we could use the muscle to push through towards the center of their operations."

Brent broke comms as a blaster bolt chipped the rock near his head and smalls shards of super heated stone pinged off his armor. This battle was going south extremely quickly and he didn't have anything to shoot back at the enemy now. The only reason they hadn't overrun his position was because of the few Mando's that were still left had been dropping dead any Watch soldier that had pushed forward, but only a few had ammo left.

He risked a quick glance out to the side of his rock cover and saw more Death Watch moving towards his position, he ducked back under cover as a blaster bolt came too close to his head for comfort. This is it, he thought, this is where I die. At least he would be next to his comrades, that gave him some comfort.

Then he heard a small break in the fighting, and then the blaster fire came even all the more urgent. Yet none of it was coming down towards him and his men, it was all going in another direction. He looked out again and saw the Death Watch troops raining fire towards a lone figure towards the rear of their formation, Sabine had finally come to their aid, and they were so concerned with her and her blade that all but two or three Death Watch had turned their attention on her and forgotten about him and his men.

It was almost comical watching her bat away all the blaster fire that came towards her. She spun her lightsaber staff in a weaving pattern of death that batted bolts back towards her attackers, but she hadn't advanced yet. She had to be waiting to see if they were alive and ready for some payback, which of course they were.

Brent turned on his external speaker and upped the volume to the max level and shouted, "Help's here boys, lets get some!"

With stunning fluidity and grace, the last few Mando's that had been hiding broke cover and rushed the Death Watch positions. They engaged in hand to hand combat and got in close so their enemy had to be careful where they shot as to not kill their own men. Brent stood up and gripped the vibro-knuckler that was stuck in the dead Death Watch soldier's head next to him, "Sorry pal, nothing personal," he said and with a grunt he heaved on the blade with one hand while simultaneously kicking the dead trooper in the head right next to the vibro-knuckler.

It came away with a wet, sucking sound that had Brent nearly lose his balance as he stumbled backwards. He wasted no time getting back to his center of balance as he grabbed the other knuckler from his back and waded into his enemies with his comrades. His few men left gave their all and they pushed towards Sabine's position looking for some much needed assistance from her and her blade.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Post: 16
Allies: [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Davon Karr"]

Sabine saw the deathwatch horde shooting at her, and the mandalorians no doubt they had not noticed her, but they soon would. As she blocked the blaster shots coming at her, couple struck and scorched her armour. The phrik plate held as she felt it hit, the plate however did bounce and she felt the impact of it, none the less. She then prepared herself for her starting attack, she took a deep breath and let loose a force bellows. The wave energy bounced of the rocks, and hit the deathwatch troops in front her. Which grabbed there heads as they fell down, no doubt there eardrums had burst, as bear minimum. She then sent out a force pull, and pulled one of them, whilst stunned into her lightsaber. As she did ran forward, to take advantage of the stunned troops. Though they where recovering, but only just the blaster where not anywhere near as accurate. She just hoped it did not harm, her own side to much.

 

[Brent Warnel]

[member="Sabine Kurtass"] [member="Davon Karr"]

Brent and the few Mando's that were left of his original platoon fought hand to hand with the Death Watch valiantly. Death Watch had them outnumbered, but the Mando's had true Mandalorian spirit and conviction, and the Watch fell before them.

He engaged a Watch soldier that came at him head on and he rushed towards the other man at full speed. Brent was a big man, and he was agile and extremely strong, but the Watch soldier was of the same size and when they grappled it was as if he was fighting himself. Except he was better, and the Watch trooper found that out quickly.

The other Mando swung a right fist which Brent blocked with his left arm and quicker than death struck out with his right first and the vibro-knuckler that was on it sliced deep into the other man's forearm. The Watch trooper howled in pain and fell back, but Brent advanced and got in close, striking the chest plate of the Watch soldier half a dozen times in the blink of an eye. His enemy stumbled back and clutched his ragged chest plate as blood and gore poured all over it and onto the ground. Before the man could even sink to his knees Brent kicked him full force in the chest and the other Mando rocketed off his feet and back into his comrades.

Brent advanced and was about to engage another when a scream that was nothing like he had ever heard dropped him to his knees as he clutched his helmet futilely trying to block the sound out. It was unbearable and was turning his ear drums into jelly, and then it was over just as quick as it had started and he got back to his feet with just a slight ringing in his ears. The Death Watch troops were not so lucky, some clutched their heads still and were down on their knees trying to recover.

That was until Sabine began her real attack, the scream was just a precurser. She drew a Watch soldier into her lightsaber with the force and impaled him and then sprinted into the middle of the Death Watch soldiers to wreak havoc like a true Mando.

 

[Levy Willamina]

Tunnels

"Keep moving." She could see Levy now only briefly as her mask was up and the cloak was letting her blend in further thanks to the camo abilities. Slowly they went towards the larger sections as more bugs came out looking at them with clicks before they started attack. She lost sight of levy moving off to the side firing the rifle with a blast of super heated plasma melting the faces as molten rock dripped on some of the half torsos. She could see some of the phrik they were getting at while it protruded from the walls of the tunnel resisting the heat and plasma to give them a visual. She saw Levy draw out a blade and slice into one of the creatures with a flash of her eyes and half her face in the hood.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Post: 17
Allies: [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Davon Karr"]

As she killed the first member of deathwatch, two of them turned to face her. They pulled out vibroswords and rushed her, they kept lunging at her. Trying to make sure she was able to use the force again, as they kept her under constant attack. As they leapt at her lunged the vibroswords at her, she blocked them using her lightsaber. They kept the pressure up, with constant attacks. They where slower than her, but combined they made up for this deficit. As they attacked forced her on the defensive, she kept taking steps back, to give her time to react. She got just far enough away to use the force again, she let out a blue light from her hand frying one of them. The other came at her quicker with grim determination, she slashed his chest but the beskar plate held. He stepped in close and stabbed her in side, breaking the phrik weave. He held the knife in her, as she began to fall down. He should have carried on stabbing her, as she hit the deck. She created a force bubble, which sent him flying back. She then had hail of blaster bolts fired off her, all bounced back at them. She held her wound though, as staunch the blood from coming out......

 

[Muad Dib]

Command Center
Post 1


It was amusing in all honesty. The whimpers coming from what remained of the Deathwatch mando were somewhat muffled byt the fact that the man was badly burned over nintey percent of his body and was currently missing his jaw. The man standing over the ruined husk of the dar'manda thoughtfully tapped his chin with the grisly jaw in his right gauntleted hand leaving behind a smear of bright red along the short beard adorning his chin. The news gleamed would be worth while passing onto the vode currently battling the other forces of Deathwatch in the mines nearby. A smirk touched the man's cruel lips as he tossed the bone to the massive tuk'ata crouched nearby.

"Traycn enjoy your meal. You've earned it. The rest of you split up into three groups. Sin, take the first and head to the hidden location, but do not engage and, please dont be seen lass, by either side. Goro you take a group and head into the city and see if you can narrow down any of what that ... pathetic specimen of a mando ... said. The man believed it to be true, but find out for sure. And be covert mate. Third group with me."

The man turned away as the sith hound finished it's grisley meal, bone cracking and flesh ripping behind him as he moved away. He pulled his buy'ce from the netting at his belt and lowered it over his face, sealing his suit and watching his HUD power on. He had some information for the base of operations the Alderaan's had set up with the vode not far off.

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He croutched as he watched a patrol of mandalorians ease by beneath the trees where he and his group remained perched. Standard patrol made up of three fire teams beneath an officer. They really were pretty competent, except they didnt scan the treeline above. They were acting as some kind of sentry doing comm checks every fifteen minutes, a transmission sent deeper into the trees. A base. The mandalorian in matte black armor looked to a fellow mando and tapped the side of his helmet in a silent gesture asking if the transmissions sent had been recorded and could be re broadcast once this patrol was eliminated. Harken, the mando in dark green armor nodded. The leader turned and looked at a mando wearing an assortment of colors, all muted of course, and tapped his open palm to clench it shut, a non verbal order to jam shortrange communications.

With the order given the mandalorian in black dropped from his lofty perch and fell toward two men. At the soft sound of something falling the two deathwatch mandos looked up, to be greeted with a sound that would haunt their lives, for the remaining seconds they had to live at least. A foot lashed out connecting with one's helmet as the Mad Knight of Manda'yaim pulled the force imbued straight sword from it's sheath upon his back and drove it into the armor joint of the second's neck and shoulder plates. Ripping the sword free Muad Dib spun while switching his gauntlets into a double handed reverse grip that drove the blade behind him and up into the second man's chin, sliding through the articulated gorget of an older style armor piece and into the brain.

Pulling his sword free he cleaned its length upon his dark brown leather jacket worn over his armor before sliding it home into it's sheath over his right shoulder. The other members of his clan had performed as lethally and silently as their alor had. Removing his helmet he hooked it to his belt to stride over to where the officer was being held down and stripped of his armor. In the officer's defense his brown eyes showed defiance even in the face of captivity until his brown eyes met the brightly, glowing blue eyes of Muad Dib. Fear leaked from the man as he lost control of his bowels. A grin crossed the face of Muad Dib as he knelt before the young, strong soldier.

"So, my reputation precedes me. That's nice to know even after all this time out of the lime light of the galaxy. But let me reassure you, you will tell me everything, this will not be pleasant, and you will die."

Before the man could utter a word Muad had grabbed him on either side of his head and drove his thumbs into the officer's eye sockets. Was it completely necessary? No, but it did serve a two fold purpose. One, it shorted out his mental defenses due to the pain and two, Muad liked to cause pain.

With the force he drove in attacking his mind while using his inherent abilities with psycometry to relive the officer's last day of memories. Flashes and images passed between them as Muad heard plans and secondary plans from the deathwatch leaders on planet. Intelligently they had compartmentalized specifics of their plans, but a general knowledge was know to this unfortunate soul. Finishing Muad let the rage burn from him as tendrils of flame began slithering around the man burning his exposed flesh. With a chuckle he released the man's head to grab the jaw of the officer's open mouth which was contorted into a silent, frozen scream. With a rip Muad stood with the jaw.

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Crouched in the treeline he looked upon the base of operations while watching a civilian ship, greatly modified , land in a clearing, Nodding in that direction he knew that it would be carrying people of importance within, people who would need this information. Eyes scanned the quickly erected perimeter of the base and chuckled at how efficent it actually was. War made even the most peaceful of people learn the arts of combat. Turning he looked at Harken.

"Fall back, but stay close. Im going in to ... share ... our information. A single vod will be less threatening then aa group of us. Be as shadows new vod."

Leaving his external speakers on he stood and walked from the foliage which had concealed him. Arms open to either side he showed his hands were empty. As the perimeter guards saw him they shouted "HALT!" Stopping Muad Dib waited as a group of soldiers surrounded him. "We should shoot him captain, he's death watch scum." The man grinned from within his buy'ce.

"Take me to your leaders ... I've always wanted to say that, but seriously, I am an ally with information crucial to the operation against our enemies. I have knowledge that is of vital importance. So kill me and risk starting a war between our people or take me in so we can avert an even larger tragedy. I don't care which at the moment."

The soldiers looked to their captain who nodded. "We will take you in but we will relieve you of your weapons. The Mad Knight gave a mock curtsey of acceptance. Roughly he was freed from his weaponry as they ushered him through the gates at blaster point. But beneath his helm Muad chuckled while trying to keep the madness at the bay, the madness that said to kill them all and use their communication equipment himself. Course that would be a bad situation for all ... fun, but bad.

[member="Faith Organa"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

 

[Levy Willamina]

Tunnels

"Load it up." She was looking at the ones there now with a small grin, the sister could see it under the face mask of the cloaked armor. They were starting to work on it while bug hunting and staying away from some of the other beacons as a cold breeze came. The scent of goop and bugs before she was rising up the riffles with the others and firing off into the approaching horde with the ion disrupters as the carapaces became ash in the dirt and shadows, some firing off plasma shots that paints the cave walls different shades of red and orange. She could see Levy moving as they had some fo the transports arriving with more sisters and some space to load up what ore they were able to get from the hands of the bugs.