It's time to Unleash the Beast (Terrorist attack on Mandalore)

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Orbit outside Space station -> Spaceport
Objective: Take control of the space station.
Allies: Myself & Darkside
Enemies: United Clans
Equipment: In sig

Droids:
x45 Crimson Walkers /w SFOR Republic Carbines & Glop Grenades
x30 Crimson Avengers /w Arc Shadows & Glop Grenades

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o2Ovke-wuLc​

Blinking twice Saverok looked around the main deck of his AEG-77 Vigo Gunship. A ship marked by time and scarred with old Mandalorian symbols. This was not his ship. It was his cloned Sons, it belonged to Kezeroth. A Gen'dai who died on Fresia and was decorated a hero afterward. A relic of the past that would let him slip onto the planet and if that was not enough then he would show his face, Falling into a seat Saverok tilted his head some thinking about what he was about to do. He had no backing and if he survived then the Mandalorian Empire would likely execute him. A chuckle escaped his mouth thinking about a Gen'dai Execution.

" Would be extremely tedious... Heheheh." His brow twitched slightly as a droid entered the room. " Report?" he asked in a grumpy tone.

" The Space Station wishes to speak with the captain. They seem to not take kindly to droids." The droid paused some before walking. Getting up Saverok laughed aloud. No one really liked droid that only tolerated them. " This is Kezeroth... Dinuir ni sarsalr at rusur, Ni ne'waadas a adramte pirur." he commanded as he slammed a finger down on the Holo-Call. There was a pause in their response, A concern about this whole scene. After some time the station accepted the holo call and demanded one thing.

"Nari na gar buy'ce!" They commanded wanting to see a better picture of who the captain was. Removing his helmet Saverok stared letting his red eyes shine some. The face of their past vod was right before their eyes, but it was not enough for them to believe. Any sliver could fake a image like that on a Holo-screen. No they wanted to see it in person for themselves to make sure this was not a pretender.

"Rusur o'r cupa 57 bal parer par chaashya e'lyrehgir. Narir asas gar rejorhaa'ir ra gar malyasa'yr cuyir a kyr'ad." The permission to land was given.

8 minutes later...

The AEG-77 "Vigo" was met with heavy security measures which was little surprise to Saverok. Playing along he made his way back to the main deck of his ship and began instructed a droid to send a recorded message to his personal droid [member="TWIN"] on Lok, just in case his plans went south.

" This is Saverok. Heheheh, if you are hearing this message I am either dead or worse. I could be stuck in a political poodoo loop about what should be done with me. It matters not... What matters is how you respond. Yes you my "Vod" My beloved Mandalorian Empire. I am on Mandalore and im going to kill everything I can. Why? Because... THEY ARE THE ENEMY! They do not rally to our Mandalores [member="Isley Verd"]'s Call! They refuse to accept his leadership. By way of the Resol'nare they are branded traitors! Dar'manda! And as true Mandalorians we should purge them from the galaxy. Letting them run around is a mockery to our way of life?! YOU CAN SIT BACK AND ACT LIKE ITS NOT A PROBLEM BUT YOUR IGNORANCE DOES NOT CHANGE THE SITUATION! I am doing what you cant."

Clearing is throat the Gen'dai pushed the droid way some. " Is the message sent?" A nod confirmed it. " Good." With a swift punch Saverok began wailing away on the droid destroying his body, specifically his memory cores. " The squads outside are mine..." Saverok muttered running into the back ramp of his ship. Punching the ramp door with his enhanced power armor and force augmentation Saverok watched the hunk of metal slam into a one of three squads surrounding the ship. Blaster fire ensued shortly after. Running about the Hangar bay Saverok chuckled watching the other two Mandos open fire on him. Slugs and blaster fire riddled his power armor leaving little damage on the Ultrachrome plates. Standing their taking the punishment the Gen'dai reached for no weapon and did not make any move against them, in till they started to reload. With a groan Saveroks hateful gaze set apon them as they panicked to run to cover. Letting loose a roar the Behemoths eyes shined bright red with the utter most hate directing the darkside to disintegrate all in his field of vision. Deadly Sight.

Taking a deep breath in the Gen'dai shouted as aloud as he could ordering his droid forces to storm the Starport. " GIVE THEM ALL HELL! FOR THE MANDALORIAN EMPIRE!" A battle cry that echoed for miles as the force carried it all about. Within seconds droids from within the ship began pooring out. Running to the enterances/exits. Screams of terror sounded from all over. A melody that was beautiful in every way.


[member="Iratus Palpatine"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

'Security situation.' Bloodless term for seventy-five heavily armed, combat-optimized droids and a disturbance in the Force on a grand scale. A deliberate Force Call, or close enough. Though Ember wasn't one for sensing things in general, the call drew him up from Keldabe on his basilisk. In short order, he was aboard the contested station. He had no backup, so far as he was aware, or at least none connected to him. In theory he could take command of the station, but that would complicate the defenders' existing structures and plans, which might well be adequate and which certainly relied on better knowledge of the enemy than he could boast.

Hefting a beskar Keldabe Cannon like a sidearm, Ember descended from his basilisk's flank and moved into the station's corridors. Signals intercepts replayed over and over. This Darksider, whoever he might be, was doing this in the name of [member="Isley Verd"], who Ember considered family. Clan Rekali was effectively neutral in most Mandalorian schisms. This time, though...

This time demanded action. There were only two reasons to take an orbital station: steal it, and drop it. The former often required a huge volume of specialized gear. Were Ember in a gambling mood, he'd have put money on the latter.

He let his own Dark Side signature radiate out to [member="Saverok"] through the station's corridors, calling for a confrontation.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Time and place mattered not when the blood ran hot. And oh, how it seared through Kade's veins now.

The Kelborn picked his way through bits of cloven metal - even the war droids of the False Empire were no match for a true beskad - and stalked toward a figure in recognizable set of armor: red stripes around green.

"Field Marshal," Kade rasped in the native tongue. He kicked a sparking half of droid out of his way. "Gratitude for swift arrival. Death or triumph, it will be an honor to draw sword with you this day."

The red armored warrior turned his head in the direction of approaching boots. More of those soulless droids? The dik'ut would not send warriors of blood to fight. Perhaps a ruse by some enemy in an attempt to set the clans at odds? The matter would be settled, one way or another.

[member="Ember Rekali"] | [member="Saverok"]

 

[Xis]

Iratus had simply come to the planet to see what had happened to it in the few centuries that he had been frozen in carbonite. A man he had once considered to be a father had been a mandalorian and taught iratus the old ways. Told iratus of tales of the great mandalorian crusaders. Iratus remembered how they had once again taken up those mantles when he had asked their help... now what he saw was a pale imitation of what had once been. That man’s name had been Hondor and the memories Iratus had crafted with the Duros would forever be in his mind.

Since his return to the galactic scene Iratus had heard how there were two different Mandalorian factions in the galaxy. One that had an actual Mandalore and another of united clans. Why aren’t they standing together? Had been Iratus’ first thought and he had decided to investigate such things. That’s how he ended up in the spaceport however the mandalorian’s seemed more obsessed with a vessel who had arrived not too long after Iratus. Moving closer to the scene so he could watch what came next a racous screeching filled the hanger as the metal door was wrenched free by a powerful punch. What could possibly have that sort of strength? Iratus wondered not yet joining the other civilians in evacuating the area.

An inhuman roar echoed off the hanger walls as Iratus watched expectantly. The being that he saw before him was absolutely massive taller than even Iratus and a very imposing figure. Due to the power armor Iratus could not yet see what species the creature was but from the size alone there weren’t many that could fit the bill. Hands reaching down to the twin lightsabers on his waist Iratus plucked them up just in case. The air around him seemed to vibrate as the creature screamed out his allegiances. This has nothing to do with me. Iratus thought preparing to leave till he felt another powerful presence in the force. Or maybe I won’t.

The events taking place all around Iratus had drew the attention of the ancient sorcerer. It would also prove interesting to see what the Mandalorians of this day were made of. Backing away into the shadows Iratus would wait to see what came next. Hopefully the dark robes would help him blend in, yet he was sure the golden skin and silverish-white hair would possibly give him away.

[member="Saverok"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Kade Kelborn"]

 

[Darth Metus]

"Ya betta set ya keeds in orda, Is'ika."

Urgent were the words which echoed within the Mandalorian's buy'ce. A message, hastily composed, had been sent across the stars from kin to kin. In particular, the venerable Teras Verd had been one of the many who had witnessed the thunderous sound...and the minority who felt it. The wrath seeped through the Force and rattled his aching bones – yet what concerned her the most was who the monstrosity claimed to be working for. A strike, launched by her nephew? That couldn't be right...

And it wasn't.

From what Mand'alor the Reclaimer knew of the Gen'Dai, Saverok was a loose cannon. He had his uses on the field of battle, for very few could stand up to such a destructive force. Yet when it came to authority in any form...he was a problem. He had proven as much when storming a Kill Zone in recent history, but Isley never imagined he would go this far. What gain could there be in shedding the blood of their own people – something that Isley went out of his way to avoid? For the rational, there was no gain to be had.

But could the word rational be applied to the Gen'Dai? Hardly.

Distance was a factor. Even the swiftest vessel at his disposal would take several minutes to make the trip from his current location. In that time, untold heaps of damage could be wrought – untold lives lost. But Isley would try. He had to.

"Reroute Task Force Weedkiller and the Red Dress to Mandalore." he began, barking orders over the Mandalorian Empire's channels. "Shriek-Hawk Squadron, with me!"

There was no delay in diving to Hyperspace. A cadre of his corporation's best slipped into the real in-between at once, thundering forth apace with the Mandalorian's frantic heart. Until arrival, his hands were mostly tied. Mostly.

"Ember. Please, tell me you're on Mandalore."

[member="Ember Rekali"] | [member="Saverok"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Hangar Bay
Allies: Darkside
Enemies: [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Ember Rekali"]
????: [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Iratus Palpatine"]
Equipment: In Sig

Droid Equipment: See first post.

" Bah! Find the Control room and shut off the lights! Ships that enter the Spaceport destroy em!!!!" He commanded storming down the hallways. Security was going to get heavy and he was expecting that much. Gripping his Convergence Rifle in one hand and holding a Rapture Launcher the Gen'dai stormed the hallways mowing down those in his way and making a overall path for his beloved droids. The survivors that escaped his wrath would be finished off by his small army armed with granted relics of old but very very effective, Theirs nothing more effective than disintegration in the form of a wave of energy.

Sensing a new presence in the force Saverok gritted his teeth some. It was a challenge and a challenge that would be accepted in due time. There was a plan to follow first. The spaceport was a prime target due to the fact its the first and main station above Mandalore. If such a station were to be ... well... shut off in full. Chaos would ensue and a great purge of Dar'manda would flourish in waves of fire.

" Keep the hostages in large groups, Use the glop Grenades to keep them in place..." He commanded as he eyed a map of the station. The karking thing was so complex Saverok was begginng to go cross eyed. " Ughh.." he groaned.


Meanwhile a specific Field marshal [member="Kade Kelborn"] would find it himself in a rather difficult to press forward in assault. The Crimson Walkers began to take better positioning which was rather odd for most droids. They did not fire back or show any sign of aggressive for some time, They simply observed. Suddenly the collective of droids began tossing G-20 Glop Grenades down the way aimming to make a quick kill once the Mandalorians were stuck in the super adhesive foam. Closer groups of Security could do nothing as the foam consumed them. How would this field marshal react to his vod being trapped in whole? Picking off the Security that they could the droids took the immobilized out the fight swiftly and returned to cover.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Isley Verd"] received a return transmission, a peppy female voice, automated, in mando'a.

"I'm sorry-"

Ember's voice, a resigned and embarrassed growl. "Warmaster Aliit'buir Ember Rekali, CEO of Clan Rekali Incorporated, Witch King of Yavin and the Gordian Reach. Alec, how do I turn this thing-"

"-is not available. At the tone, please record your message."

***​

Location: En route to [member="Saverok"]
Allies: [member="Kade Kelborn"]

Ember eyed the wreckage, proof that Kelborn knew what he was doing. The here and now couldn't monopolize Ember's attention, not with that other Dark Master wreaking havoc and ignoring Ember's presence, but it had to. Because more droids were converging on this position, and delays were unacceptable.

Before Ember could respond with more than a nod, in came the next wave. These took more careful positioning, settling in for the long haul. They lobbed a barrage of grenades; Ember's free hand flicked out, and a Paecean word turned the air hot. The grenades paused in midflight, and exploded a second later. He'd braced himself for shrapnel; instead, a solid wall of hard foam took form between the two Mandalorians and the droids. "Glop grenades. Delaying tactics. Keep up."

Without further pause, he drew his lightsabre offhand and slashed a quick triangle in the deck. He dropped through, presuming Kelborn would follow, and poured on the speed. Force-enhanced speed was just about what he did best, old as he was. Even so, Kelborn was young and strong, and obstacles were many: keeping up likely wouldn't be a problem. Every other turn of a corner revealed droids and Mandalorian security forces shredding each other. Ember offered what help he could in passing -- a shattergun shot here, a Force push there -- but he kept moving, and quickly. His aim was to reach Saverok.

 

[Zef Halo]

"I am too old for this shit."

Muttering it once but having it as a thought that was on repeat was what Zef Halo was currently doing.

Mand'alor had issued an immediate jump to hyperspace to the Weedkiller Task Force of which Zef had previously overseen in the operation of cleaning some pesky parasites. The warmarshal did not even want to think about that event anymore, it was a little nuisance which led to greater headaches after a few of the Mandalorians had went 'you only live once' in the killzone, disobeying orders in the process. To make things even more ridiculous the Behemoth that he had worked with on Yaga Minor had went on to wreck havoc on Mandalore under The Sole Ruler's banner.

Of course, Mand'alor had not issued such an order.

But he did damn well issue an order to go and restrain the insane Gen'dai.

Zef pondered on Saverok's actions as he watched the lines of hyperspace through the view port. As a Mandalorian, the smuggler understood that those not heeding the call of Mand'alor were branded dar'manda. Had Saverok gone on a 'cleaning' operation ? It remained yet to be seen.

"Task Force Weedkiller is en route." The scoundrel sent a message through hyperspace to Mand'alor. He was coming as ordered.


[member="Isley Verd"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Saverok"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Deneve Verd"]

 

[Titan]

"Shriek-Hawk two on route with Sundari squadron. ETA is twenty minutes." Katbiyre replied. He had heard of [member="Saverok"]'s attack on the Space Station above Mandalore and had entered hyperspace as soon as he could. "We are arming all fighters." <<Why would the Gen'Dai attack Mandalore sure the clans don't obey Manda'lor but they couldn't be that bad, after all the Empire hadn't murdered them yet.>> "New ETA is two minutes Shriek Hawk Two out." Katbiyre said into the comm as the Concordia-one altered its course slightly in order to trigger a gravity "slingshot."

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Spaceport hallways
Allies: Myself
Enemies: [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Kade Kelborn"]
Others: [member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Iratus Palpatine"]
Equipment: See First Post

Hearing a loud blast from several meters down the hall Saverok turned his head. They were gaining on him and their was little he could do to further delay them. The droids were doing their jobs well enough holding off security but they could not compete with a force user. This force presence was getting closer and closer by the passing second and the droids were beginning to report a blurr moving forward towards Saverok himself.

Looking down the hallway the Gen'dai removed his front mask and grounded himself firm. His magnetic grips activated locking him to the metal floor and his wild darkside presence spiked briefly warning all those who could sense it. His large body puffed itself up and Saveroks head cocked back. Leaning forward some and moving his head forward the Gen'dais mouth opened wide and his roar blasted down the hall in the form of a force scream. The metal halls cried in strain as the sound waves bounced all about making the damage only that much worse. Soon metal square layers began to peel back and fly down the halls hitting the Mandalorian security and droid alike. It was not enough for Saverok, Taking advantage of having no lungs the behemoth continued to channel the darkside through his throat and vocal chords. The loud pitched scream soon faded from being heard and quickly changed to something that could be more felt than heard which was painfully sickening.

The powerful high pitched frequency wavered in and out getting weaker and weaker the more Saverok put more force in. His Vocal chords were ripping apart and regenerating over and over causing him to strain till finally *Pop* The force scream stopped instantly with no delay and the Gen'dai could be seen puking some purpleish pink blood onto the floors. He could not speak or even groan, although his vocal chords grew back the pain of the healing process was too painful to speak.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra groaned as her head lifted from the pillow, eyes drawn to the side as a alert was sent to her through the Mandalorian channels. It seemed that Isley wanted a rogue element dealt with and she was mid way to Echoy'la already so it wasn't too much effort to change direction. She was annoyed though as she stood out of the bed and rubbed her eyes, staring down the hall as she reached the doorway before walking towards the cockpit. She flew alone normally, letting a droid take the controls while she took the chance to meditate and sleep while the trip was handleded by that droid.

What she saw from the alert was that this creature, something called Saverok was attacking Mandalore without orders. This was effectively a death sentence and she knew that she was going to get into trouble if she didn't take things one step at a time. Considering the information so far given to her, she was pretty much heading in blind with only the knowledge that a small group was pretty much ready to try and commit Genocide... delightful.

Either way she lowered herself down, waiting for the ship to arrive at Mandalore.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Objective: Minimize the damage to the facility
Location: Dantooine
Enemies: Who ever shoots at me
Allies: Who ever doesn't

Gray had been on Dantooine visiting the jedi temple there. It needed to be repaired badly, but he had hoped maybe he could find what he was looking for there. He didn't sadly, but that didn't matter right now. He had something worse that had gotten his attention and had him rushing onto his ship. A message had come through and nothing in it was good. It mentioned an attack on a space station in Mandalore's space. That meant innocent people were going to get killed, and Gray could not live with doing nothing while it happened. He ordered his droid Key to get the ship going and where to go as he sprinted using force enhanced speed to the ship. He jumped onto the ramp as it closed and the ship lifted into the air. He had made it on board just in time, and thankfully it shaved off some time for them to get there.

Gray headed towards his room so he could put something more combat oriented on. As he did, he couldn't help but think about the message. It had talked about the Mandalorain Empire and Isley being wronged by the United Clans and how they were the true enemy. Gray honestly couldn't argue against that mentality. The United Clans were not what they were or should be. They had lost all sense of honor, tradition, or even the essence of what it meant to be a Mandalorian. They lied and deceived to achieve their goals, which was not the Mandalorian way. The events that unfolded at both Roche and what they called the "Invasion of Alderaan" was proof of that. Clan Raxis had left the clans because they had seen this for themselves and because of the treatment they had received by them. The United Clans were definitely an enemy and needed to be addressed, but the people suffering here were civilians. Gray and his clan could not justify the killing of innocents for any reason. It was not their way. It was not the Mandalorian way. Mandalorians do not kill Mandalorians. That was part of the code of honor, and it should be upheld. This attack did nothing to uphold that code and tradition. All this attack did was break it.

Gray hoped he could help the people on the station. He thought he should say something and he needed to say it before he got his armor on. He went to the cockpit and pressed his communication system's button. He cleared his throat and said, " To all who care to listen, and even those who do not, I am Gray Raxis. Alor of Clan Raxis. I and my clan have committed ourselves to the Mandalorian Empire. We serve the Manda'lore Isley Verd. Family, Honor, Clan. Those are the values my clan follows, and we uphold ourselves to the traditions of all true Mandalorians. The United Clans have not been following these values. They have lied. They have deceived. They have not been honorable. Our clan left them because of these reasons, but the Mandalorian Empire is not like that. The people of the Empire have upheld the values of honor. They have been True Mandalorians. This attack being carried out in the name of both our honorable Empire and our Manda'lore is something we would never permit. It is not something we would ever support. For those who are suffering, for those who are apart of this horror, the Alor of Clan Raxis is coming to see to it that the innocent and victimized are helped. I will do every thing in my power to bring this terror to an end. It is the way of Mandalore. It is the way of the Mandalorian Empire. And to the one who is doing this attack, you are no Mandalorian. Mandalorians do not kill Mandalorians. No matter the crimes of the United Clans, the people of Mandalore are innocent. To kill them is to kill all honor you may have possessed. I hope you see the light of the situation and stop as soon as you hear this message, but if not then I will bring an end to this violence. That, and everything else I have said, are a promise. And a Raxis, a Mandalorian, always uphold their word."

Gray let go of the button and allowed the message to be sent out on every channel possible. He said what he needed to say and now he could get back to arming himself. This was not going to end well, and he knew he likely made several enemies here. But that did not matter. What mattered is that he did something for those people. He was going to fulfill his word because that was who he was. A mandalorian, an Alor, a living being.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Saverok"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Katbirye Rekr"] [member="Iratus Palpatine"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

Keep up.

As much a command as a challenge.

Kade's breath sawed in and out, heart hammered, legs pounded. The armor's optimized air conditioning did little for such exertion and Kade's insulating under thermal was soon slick with sweat. He blinked away a stinging bead of salt from his eyes and growled, nostrils flaring. Capillaries screamed for more air, thews begged him to stop, but he could not be outrun by an old man. He would not be be beaten.

And yet, the Kelborn clansman found himself lagging farther and farther behind.

​Such swiftness at his age, in armor. Impossible.

But then this was the Witch King. He no doubt called upon unnatural forces to aid his passage.

All such thoughts faded as they drew down upon their quarry. A behemoth in armor and one whom Kade had battled before. He rushed forward, beskad raised, only to be met with a blast of noise from the dar'manda's mouth.

The warrior stumbled backward from the sheer force, barely managing his feet. The helmet kept the wave of pressure from blowing out his inner ears. The rest, Kade could bear. He took one step forward, then another, snarling savagely as he began to gain ground.

Suddenly, the pitch of the scream shifted. Bile rose in Kade's throat and he staggered sideways, clutching the wall as his armored form was bombarded with sound waves.

[member="Ember Rekali"] | [member="Saverok"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Spaceport Hallways - [member="Saverok"] - [member="Kade Kelborn"]

Waves of sonic overpressure crashed into Ember as he sidestepped or tanked pieces of debris. He kept his footing, but barely, and smoke rose from the active cancellation gear in his helmet and chestplate. He'd designed those countermeasures for situations just like this, but the sustained nature of Saverok's assault, combined with the enclosed space, overwhelmed the circuitry. Possibly permanently, though there was no way to tell unless another sonic attack happened. Wreathed in wisps of smoke, Ember raised a hand at the massive, self-immobilized target down the hallway.

Some Mandos had flamethrowers on their bracers. Others preferred blasters, or stun weapons. Ember's bracer held a mass driver. A Verpine shattergun, to be precise. It coughed three times, sighted on Saverok with Force-enhanced instinctual aim. Its recoil shuddered up Ember's arm and down his spine, manageable only because physical enhancement was his specialty. His other arm supported the Keldabe Cannon, which he fired one-handed, sweeping the corridor in caseless twelve-gauge. Already-damaged droids crumpled and buckled.

He had no doubt the Gen'Dai could tank the barrage -- and it would pretty much have to -- but every little bit helped. If he and Kelborn beat the Gen'Dai, it would probably be through attrition.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia had been in the cargo hold, trying to quiet an already excited adolescent pack of Vornskr. Fresh off her facilities on Myrkr she'd moved them here till she could transport them out of mandalorian territory. They needed to be blooded, and she couldn't do that among friends, the risk they might attack their handlers at this age was too great. On the far side of the station from the attack, security alarms blared angrily and the pack bayed in response, the noise from the pair made her ears rattle.

Somewhere else on the station, Rekali's signature throbbed in response to the threat. "Damn it." She muttered. "Shadow, come." Leaving behind the back she sprinted across the cargo bay. "Seal the doors behind me!" She barked at a bewildered crew member as she shot past him in a blur. She let the sound of gun fire guide her, skidding into cover alongside a handful of security guards. "Din'kartay?" She yelled over the noise of gun fire, adding the crack boom of her own scattergun to the mix.

"We're pinned down!" Mia gave the panicked officer a thunderous look. Turning to face the heavy crates they were using as cover, she shoved them down the corridor with the force, and followed it at a steady pace, scattergun picking off the droids that had been caught by surprise. Catching on, the rest of the group followed her till the corridor was clear. She rounded on the officer, seizing him in the force and pulling him within an inch of her face.

"Get your shid together commander. Find the rest of your men, launch a counterattack." She dropped him rather unceremoniously and stalked away. "Where are you going?!"

She ignored the question, looking down at Shadow. "Find Ember, watch his back." By her sense, they were on the same level, but she wanted to get above what they were fighting. She headed for an emergency hatch to take her up a level.

[member="Ember Rekali"][member="Kade Kelborn"][member="Saverok"]

 

[Alkor Centaris]

"You're kidding, right?"

The young officer stood blank-faced before Alkor as he weighed the command. "You want us to do nothing? That man is in violation of several protocols, not the least of which includes a non-aggression clause that clearly prohibits action against planets held by Mandalorian regimes. Do you understand the implications of inaction?"

"I understand that an act of violence against another Dark Jedi is up to my discretion," Alkor drawled. "And I am utilizing my direction to tell you that while this patrol ship is acting under my authority, its contingent will not do anything that would endanger Saverok. You may feel free to disobey, if you feel so inclined."

Radix stared hard at Alkor Centaris as he clenched both his fists. "I do," the youth grated defiantly. "Innocent people are going to die on a planet known for millennia as the heart of Mandalorian tradition. You would have me allow such a brazen act of chaos and destruction?"

"Are you insinuating that the Mandalorians," Alkor asked, "are so weak a people that they cannot defend themselves? Are they so innocent that such an act constitutes slaughter, rather than combat?"

The young man swallowed at the dryness of his throat as he considered the Corellian's words. "It is an act of war-"

"And they are a culture of warriors. Leave it to them, unless you believe them unfit to defend themselves." Alkor turned to glance out toward space, where already a large cadre of ships loomed over the famed planet Mandalore. He folded his arms as he stood sentry, more out of vague amusement than any real sense of duty. "Saverok's convictions guide his hand. He will bear the consequences of his actions without any reprecussion from me. I do not condone his actions, nor do I damn him for them. His right as Jen'jidai is to be free, and this is the path he walks."

Radix stopped short of turning to walk toward the hangar bay. "I will defend the people from this act of terror," he seethed.

Alkor frowned, and he collected the weapon from his hip. A single opaque, snow-white blade crackled to life. "If you stand between him and his freedom," the Dark Jedi Master hissed, barely above a whisper, "then I will take yours from you forever."

The officer stopped, turned to look at Alkor, and he paused. "They will kill him, whether or not I help," he said at last, eyes trained on the blade. "Do you understand honor, bur'cya? His actions have none. These things are an affront to the Resol'nare. Mandalorians fighting Mandalorians is wrong- our enemies are outside our culture. We have to stay strong together."

"Platitudes about singularity of cause and misguided notions of cultural pride have nothing to do with honor," Alkor replied. "One day, you will find a cause worthy to bleed for, and on that day you may glean something of what drives [member="Saverok"] . Until then, your judgments about him are no less fleeting than night and day."

"Culture is everything," the youth grit his teeth. "If that means you're going to kill me, you'd better do it. I'm not changing my mind." Alkor's eyes closed as the man turned from him, and Radix puffed out his chest with pride. "Alright, men, mobilize ground units for drop-"

The words rang incomplete from his lips as he gasped. Radix looked slowly down in horror at the pure white plasma that protruded from his gut. "This," Alkor spoke quietly in his ear, "is what it means to be free. To die for what you believe in, without any judgment from anyone else. You chose this path, just like Saverok before you. Do you understand now?"

The officer folded and collapsed, a disheveled heap with lifeless eyes.

Alkor sighed as the blade slipped quietly away. "Does anyone else need to understand, or will you obey the directive as issued?"

Silence.

"Then what will we do?" A red haired woman stared at Alkor perplexed. "Mand'alor called us to fight."

He matched her gaze evenly. "Your position is one of prime importance," Alkor explained. "Saverok must not be allowed to escape the sector. I owe him the right to choose. No more than that. He will not escape punishment. Maintain gravitic interference on the hyperlanes with Interdiction."

"Understood." Vaela watched Alkor for a moment longer after he turned away from her. She did not like the man. "This does not excuse your murder, though, Alkor Centaris."

He froze. "One life means nothing," the Jen'jidai answered. His icy gaze caught her from over his shoulder. "I will gladly add you to the body count if you deem it necessary."

Her face twisted with disgust. "Truly, you understand nothing of our people."

"I understand very little about the galaxy," Alkor told her. "Family, friends, bonds between people-" he turned a vacant expression toward her as his mind reeled against the very prospect of meaning in life. "-I was taught to fight. I was trained to kill. I was robbed of the freedom to do anything else, and now that I have that freedom, I will not cede it to you. Not you, not anyone else."

"So be it." Vaela turned her gaze sideways as she returned to mapping the hyperspace lanes and maintaining Interdiction. "One day, though, you might understand that there's more to life than being free. There are things that matter, and people who suffer for your selfishness."

Alkor stopped altogether and expelled a breath.

"What is it you want, Vaela Ordo?" he asked her.

"I want my people to be protected," she answered. "I want this madness to end."

Alkor took a step closer and peered into her eyes. "The madness never ends," he told her.

"You're selfish," she repeated.

Alkor's lips drew up in a taut smile. "When Saverok is detained," he told her, "you have my absolute permission to make him suffer."

"I don't want to punish him," she growled, "I want him stopped."

"I don't see the difference," Alkor shrugged.

"Family," she spoke gently. "Clan. It's everything to me. To all of us. You're literally asking me to stand here while everything I care about is under siege. You're as much a monster as he is."

Alkor stared at her. His only memories of family were of a restless mother, hopelessly drugged and useless. The coherent moments were spent filled with lament that she could not have given him a better life. "Family," he muttered. The closest kin he had were all dead. If there were tears for them within Alkor, they had long since dried. "I... understand."

He did not.

"I do not know the way of your people," the Dark Jedi told her, "therefore I give you command of this ship, and all those aboard. Do what you will. I'm leaving."

Vaela was stunned. "A-Alkor," she stuttered. "I've never commanded a ship!"

"I don't care," he called back to her. "Do whatever Mandos do."

Vaela stood, smiled, and she mouthed the words 'thank you' as the Corellian disappeared down the hall. "Alright!" she barked, "you heard the bastard. Everyone with a set of Beskar'gam on hand, prepare to land. Everyone else, maintain orbital patrol and keep the Interdictors up. Anything that tries to get in or out of the system without a friendly hail, send it to hell."

"OYA!" came the resounding reply.

From outside the bridge, Alkor stared at his feet. "Family..."

[member="Isley Verd"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Zef Halo"]​

 

[Garza]

[member="Alkor Centaris"], [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Ember Rekali"], [member="Kade Kelborn"], [member="Gray Raxis"], [member="Alexandra Feanor"], [member="Saverok"], [member="Katbirye Rekr"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Iratus Palpatine"], [member="Mercy"],​

Hmmmm. A being of power both physically, and with the force, is going onto a rampage against the United Mandalorian Clans. Quite an interesting specimen indeed. I smiled lightly as I was walking through the halls of the station. Dressed much like the other Mandalorians. However, after pressing a button on the belt I wore. The hologram shifting to reveal my cloak and hood. The Mask that covered my face stark white against the black clothing I wore.

I watched as a rather large Vornskr ran past me towards the ensuing battle that would be claimed only as the fight between the massive being of the Gen'Dai. I took this moment to look over the people who were fighting. The Gen'Dai with weapons that could blow down blast doors, and had a signature filled with the consuming essence of the Dark side. An older gentleman who carried weapons of his own that could clearly not be used without some kind of augmentation. Likely from the force due to the lack of power armor. Though, I could be wrong. The second man was clearly seen as someone who was more militaristic. One who would use gunplay and tactics over the force.

I smiled as I pulled out two Sawn-off 8-gage Shotguns from my thighs. The shotguns clearly hefty. Smiling behind the mask, I walked forward while they were all fighting.

I̕n̞̬̙̗̠̯̟fi̟̝̗̻ͅg͏̦h̸̫̠͖t͏i̘͓͇͠n͕̪̟̮͓͟g̸̤̫͍̳̰̫̘ ̹̟͔̼̥͙l͎̹̳̦̭͍̦e̤̗̼̲̬ͅa̟̖̼͜d͇s̵̙͇̹̤̘͍ ̥̫͉̫̦́t̰̟̣͈͎͕̕o̼ ͔͈͚͇̤̩̝C̞̯͇͕͢h̟̦̱̰̤͉͞a͕͖͖͠o̺̣̭̼̩̲ͅs̘̻̗̝̠̞̫̕​

̦̯̟̩̝͉C̜̺͔̬̼̱͡h͔͇̺̘̫̱̗a̪͙͈͉͚̳̳͘oṣ̢̙̣̗͚ ̡̭̗͓̙̲̭̭i̧s̭̹̰̻ ҉̰̦̖͉f҉̘u̝̹͓̺ͅn̳͔͍̰͚͎̦͢ ̘͉̙͈̣̖͓͟t̫̗͔̀o̸ ͕̬͇̻̫͉̼͘p̡̮͎͉̤ḷ̶̪̮͖͙a͕̙̞͕͙y̠͈̞̜̜͜ ͎̖̗̱̗̱̰w̼͈͉̰̻i̪͈̦̥t͍h̟̫̜̬̤.͇̣̟ ̢̞̗͇̗​

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Smiling, I stopped behind the two Mandalorians. Clearly they were ready for a fight. But would they expect to fight someone who is neither Mandalorian, Nor Dar'Manda.

For I was a Ghost.

I̡̹̙̥̭ͪͥ ̬͖̔ͪ̌́̆̓͞ẇ͇̠̽͒̆́ͭ͗ą̼̪̹̑̍̇̒͆ͨ͘n̯̖̫̎͆̆ͮ̿́̚͘t̻͇̳̬̊́͘͡ ̾̄̎ͬ́̓͊͢҉̝t̢͇̣͉̹̭̜̳ͧ̎͐ͯ͡o̠̞̓̐͛̑̾ͩ͌̂ͬ̀͘ ̨̫͕̗̝̙̊̐̎̎̉ͫ͌̀p̨̦̺͙͙̲͚̲̐̽̚l̶͉̬̳̜̉ͯͣ̀ͣ͋ͨ̆ạ̴̝͈̣̖̻͔͋̐͐ͨ̓̍͗ͤ͟y̮̼͖̥̫͍̯ͫͪ͊͟ ̴̶̴̪̫̜͋̏͊̔́͌a̢̘̮̗̯̔́̚ͅ ͕̼̣͎͙̏ͨ͒ͤͪ̐ͮ̈̃ͅg͕̳̘̝̖̼̹̀ͯ͆ͨ͡a̧̙̥ͧ̂͋͜m̸̛̻̭̤̺̖̙̩̊̍ͤ̋̏̿̾e̠̦̝̟͎͒ͥ̔ͯ̏.̯̭̟̫̯̟̬͛̋̆̊ͭͤ̋́͘​

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent had made a stop at the station before his way out of the system for a quick repair of his shuttle's climate control system. Little did he know that before he could take off he would be embroiled in a terror attack by his own people. It was sickening to think how low some would go to get their way, and the Mandalorian Empire seemed to be steamrolling right down that path without a care for anyone or anything. Innocent civilians and people just living their day to day life were paying the price because someone in power was throwing a temper tantrum about not getting their way. The thought of how shallow these people were made Brent wince; it just showed how much of their own culture they had thrown away in trying to vie for power.

Brent shook his head disdainfully at the options he was left with now in this turn of events. He could walk away and leave this space station and the innocents that were aboard to their fate; or he could fight against his own people to protect those who wanted to do nothing more than live their lives. For him the choice was an easy one. The Mandalorian Empire had started it, but he would make sure he did everything he could to stop it. Regardless of the cost to him, he would do what he could to fight back against the power hungy that were breaching the station to harm those within.

Brent brought up the station schematics in his helmet and looked for the areas that had been breached. He tapped into the security feeds and watched station security personel fight back against battle droids and....Brent sighed inside his helmet, the Gen'Dai. Maybe it wasn't the Mandalorian Empire, maybe it was this thing that seemed to be in all the bad places at the right time, that was causing all this trouble between the two factions. It certainly felt like it to him, and he knew that this was going to be a bad day for all aboard the space station.

The stations breaching alarms had gone off, but no emergency evacuating voice recordings came over the PA, telling people to get off the station, which was odd. So Brent sent an urgent message to the command center to start an evacuation of all non-military personel. If those people that were not soldiers and warriors could get off the station than even if all else was lost, one smal victory would come from it. With that done the only thing left was to buy those people that were still on the station the time to get off, and the only way to do that was to get into the fight and help.

Brent brought back up the security feeds in the top corner of his HUD as he made way through the station. He saw [member="Ember Rekali"] and [member="Kade Kelborn"] engaged one level above him and he made up his mind to link up with them and let the two more experienced warriors figure a plan to get the stations defenses up and running. He made his way up an emergency staircase to the level above him and maneuvering carefully, but with speed, he finally came to the corridor that had held Kade and Ember. He came around it at a dead sprint looking to catch up to the two figures at the far end of the hall just as a thunderous roar echoed down the hallway. Even though he was at the far end of the corridor, the volume and power of it made him drop to one knee and steady himself before he stood back up. He only then noticed he had entered into a fight between the two Mando's and the monstrous Gen'Dai.

No backing out now, Brent thought as he brought his Verpine Shatter gun up and about and cracked off a round center mass at the Gen'Dai.

"Ember, Kade, I'm on your guys' six, tell me where you need me," Brent said as he sighted in for another shot with the powerful rifle.


[member="Saverok"] [member="Despair"] [member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Darth Assimilus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUhCK1vleyY​

* Dink Dink Dink* The Gen'dais body shifted and wavered with motion as sharp projectiles punctured his Ultrachrome plating and ricocheted about inside his body for a brief time. His mouth opened up as his eyes locked on [member="Ember Rekali"]. There was no sound from his mouth only a hate filled gaze. Pushing a button on his wrist Saverok attempted to take a step forward but his heavy foot only slid on the surface. His lower systems were all jacked up meaning his suit was now a hindrance. Again and again his legs strained to move but it was a waste of time and effort on his part. * DInk Dink* More projectiles shredded through his body pissing Saverok off to no end. With a rather painfully Vocal growl the Gen'dai began ripping the Ultrachrome armor from his body freeing himself from his suit so he could be fully unleashed.

" Pain is... POWER!" he shouted.

Forcing his body to take shape the Gen'dai threw his arm forward at [member="Ember Rekali"] as a start. Muscles stretched down the hall looking to grab the elderly mando and slam him into [member="Kade Kelborn"] and [member="Brent Warnel"] he could manage such a lovely strikeout. If things continued then Plan B would have to be activated in full.


" Im tired of you..." he strained.

[member="Despair"]
[member="Alkor Centaris"]
[member="Mia Monroe"]
[member="Zef Halo"]
[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Saverok"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Despair"]

Oh, but he'd been quick once. He could still be fast if he worked up to it, faster than nearly anyone, but his glory days had been ten, twenty, thirty years ago. Clad in bulky beskar'kandar, Ember had no choice but to take the hit. He could, however, make the fether pay for it. He made a note do to that right after he handled the immediate problem.

He brought up his left elbow, calling on the Force as strongly as he could manage on short notice; he hadn't dreamed the Gen'Dai could physically hit him from this far away. But then, he'd never fought a Gen'Dai. The fist met Force-enhanced strength and class-ten armour, and Ember felt the impact of it down his spine. All the strength in the world couldn't increase his mass. His boots left the deck, but he dropped his Keldabe Cannon and snagged a length of conduit that the Force scream had torn loose. Its anchors snapped, added a good metre of slack in a heartbeat, and he pinwheeled around the line -- but he'd arrested his momentum enough to avoid his allies.

His boots hit the deck again, and he controlled his angular direction with a blademaster's finesse. On the downside, despite the strength of his armour, he got the distant yet distinct feeling that his left arm was broken.

Bare right hand half-raw from sliding on the conduit, he ripped the Witchsword from his belt. The alchemized, clockwork memory metal could snick into place in less than a second, but Saverok's fist would retract by then. As the blade was still assembling, then, still an eye-baffling whirlwing of alchemical metal strips, Ember brought it up and attempted to jam it into Saverok's massively extended arm. Most likely result: amputated arm, utterly ruined Witchsword.