Kadava'r na Mandokar [Cole Dagos]

[Ailyn Kelborn]

Metalorn.

In ages past, the planet had been a lush jungle. But in more recent decades the planet's atmosphere had become choked with toxins that spewed from the refineries and mines which littered the once lush planet. Both the Empire and the Republic had used the planet's resources until the veins were run dry. Ailyn wasn't even sure what the resources had been exactly.

But, she supposed it didn't matter anymore. Kyr'tsad had used the world as a staging point for attacks deeper into the heart of Mandalorian territory during the war. it wasn't a war in the sense that the rest of the galaxy might think, but she had seen first-hand how fierce the fighting had been throughout the Mandalorian territories, and even on the fringes of it.

Slowly, the Death Watch forces had pushed deeper into Clan territory, taking planets under their control as they went. Some, they were able to bring the inhabitants around to their way of thinking easily. others, they took by force. Metalorn had been one of those on the fringe. And, it boasted factories and refineries which were essential to the Kyr'tsad efforts.

It was in one such factory that Ailyn now found herself. The barren dust-bowl of a world had long since grown quiet as the Clans slowly pushed back the Kyr'tsad advance, and the Kyr'tsad numbers dwindled. It was here that she had retreated in hopes of finding any of her remaining compatriots - if they existed. So far, she'd not been able to find any, but at least being here gave her access to supplies and weapons should she need them.

A heavy sigh fell from her lips as she tore open yet another ration pack using her knife. They weren't appetizing. But it was a far sight better than starving. And if she was being honest with herself, she didn't want to starve. She'd seen what it did to people. And in some cases, she'd done the very same to the inhabitants of some of the more resistant worlds they'd taken. Of course, they'd not burned the entirety of the planet's food sources, just enough to strike the fear into the people. But, there were times when they had, and in turn they had doomed some of their own compatriots to starvation after their supplies ran out. She shuddered at the memory of seeing her compatriots starve, and it wasn't something she wanted to bring upon herself.

She ate in silence, periodically checking the status of the defense grid which surrounded the factory complex she was in it would alert her of any incoming craft, and also protect her from an attack - for a time. Having finished eating, she dumped the ration wrapper in the trash and slowly ambled off towards the sleeping quarters which were located behind the common area. The suite of rooms wasn't anything to brag about. It had started it's life as worker accommodations. And more recently it had served ass barracks for the Kyr'tsad cell that based out of this factory. From what she knew, there were several such cells spread over Metalorn and the surrounding planets which had once belonged to the Clans.

[member="Cole Dagos"]

 

[Kenrath]

Cole sat back thinking over the multitude of things in his head. Most recently the trial of the so called Butcher of Korriban in Silver space. In truth on this journey back towards Clan space from the trial he mulled over what had taken place. Tensions had been high............relationships strained. Outburst were made and so based on the reactions of the crowds were made from people not know for losing control. Cole had removed his helmet it resting on his thigh. He return trip taking a path a little out of the way. Knowing Cole was going to have to make a report to a bunch of people he didn't know Cole had insisted on going the long way back.

Being a scout by nature Cole had also insisted on doing some passive scanning. So it was not surprising when the pilot called out to him. Cole moved over to the man.

"What you got?"

The pilot pointed to something on the map...............a planet they were passing by.

"I am getting strange signal from the surface........................this is largely a dead world." "Nobody has been there since the Kyr'tsad invaded it and were pushed back years ago."

Cole gave the man a questioning look.

"The Death Watch."

Cole was sure he had heard or seen that name somewhere but couldn't remember from where. At any rate he shrugged.

"Ok so basically you found a signal that shouldn't be there." "Well we are too close to Clan space to ignore it and with the way things are going it can't be good." "Let's go take a look."

The pilot nodded and changed course taking the into the orbit of Metalorn. Cole in the mean time went back into the back and grabbed the Mark 8, checked the Ripper and grabbed his helmet. In looked like the Rogue Armor was going to see some action. Cole contemplated sending a message back to the Clans but at the last minute decided to wait until he had more information.


[member="Ailyn Kelborn"]

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

That very same signal was encoded, and hopefully only breakable by members of kyr'tsad. But, even Ailyn knew that by now that probably wasn't the case. She hoped it was, however. But, there was no way to know for sure. She frowned then and settled down to rest. It wasn't a restful sleep, either. Nor was it long enough.

It seemed like mere seconds after she'd closed her eyes that an alarm warbled insistently from the helmet she'd placed on the floor by her bunk. It was uplinked to the factory complex's security systems. Frowning and muttering a curse, Ailyn quickly dropped the helmet back over her head and scanned the security feed. The sensors had picked up a small vessel heading in their direction. Initial long range scans pegged it as some sort of long-range shuttle.

She frowned again and squinted, prompting her helmet's systems to bring the scan window to the forefront of her HUD. The data on the craft was cursory at best. And at this range, it was hard to pin down where it might have come from. Given that Metalorn was located squarely between Silver Jedi and Mandalorian Clans territory, it could have come from either. For now, Ailyn turned her attention to donning her armor and prepping her weapons.
[member="Cole Dagos"]

 

[Kenrath]

By the time Cole got back to the cockpit for an update they were ten minutes out. Cole nodded.

"Ok here is what I would like to do." "I don't want you to land............once we get a hundred meters from the target building get me low enough to hop out." "Then you pull back into high orbit."

Cole took a last look at the scans.

"I want a 30 minute comm check windows other than that total comm silence." "If I miss one window hit atmo and hold...............two windows and you radio back to Mandalore."

The pilot nodded and gave the five minute warning. Cole put his helmet on and did a quick com check before he moved over to the door. Once the doors open Cole hopped out and dropped to one knee doing a quick scan as the ship climbed back to a higher orbit. Shouldering the Mark 8 scattergun Cole ran the hundred meters to the closets corner of the building. Cole would take a minute to properly orient himself before pushing towards the closest door into the building. Cole was dead silent his foot steps quick but soft. His goal to see anyone there before they saw him. To keep the edge in his favor.

[member="Ailyn Kelborn"]

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

[member="Cole Dagos"]

Her eyes narrowed as she studied the sensor scans of the area surrounding the compound. She'd spotted the sensor blip of a shuttle entering the atmosphere, but the sensors of the compound didn't reach much beyond the outer edges of the compound itself. Perhaps a quarter mile at best. Anything beyond that was pretty sketchy as far as actual information. Her frown deepened for a moment as she checked the clips which secured her armor, and again checked her ML-1 Roughcut, making sure the slug clip was secure.

It had been more than a year since the skirmish at Belsavis, though in some respects it felt much longer. Even so, elements of Kyr'tsad still remained entrenched in some of the Mandalorian Clans' border territories. Ailyn herself was one such element.. though she had yet to make contact with any others who might remain. It had been months since she'd even seen anyone. Could they all have been killed in the fighting - and she just wasn't aware?

She shrugged slightly. Regardless, the fact remained that there was a possible intruder near the compound. And even if she was the last remaining element of Kyr'tsad, it fell to her to deal with the matter. Muttering a curse under her breath, Ailyn carefully tinkered with the compound's sensors, rigging an alarm to alert her should whoever it was breach the building. She wasn't at al sure if they were even close enough to do so, what with the patchiness of the sensors at range.

 

[Kenrath]

Cole moved quick the scattergun in his shoulder sweeping back and forth as he gained ground. He turned the first corner tight keeping his weapon tight in his shoulder rasing it briefly to scan before letting the barrel lower some as he continued to move forward. A few minutes later he found a door with three small steps leading up to it. Slowly moving up the steps Cole reached out to try the door. It was locked but didn't look to be too sturdy time having taken it's toll.

Not wanting to make too much noise Cole removed his weapon from his shoulder and used the butt of it to break off the handle. Shouldering his weapon again Cole eased the door open and slipped through it sweeping the immediate room just inside. The light in the room was a little lacking so Cole to a knee behind some cover to take at moment to adjust to the pour lighting. It was something he incredibly enjoyed about Mandalorian tech.........it was flexible and adaptable.

[member="Ailyn Kelborn"]

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

[member="Cole Dagos"]

For a moment, Ailyn swore she heard something. Perhaps it was merely the wind, or one of the local rodents. She knew they were quite plentiful. She was crouched behind a rather large shipping crate further into the compound, the Roughcut gripped firmly in her hands. In some cases, the low lighting worked to her advantage. She had spent the last year or so living and working in the complex, and could move around it almost by instinct. She didn't have the Force at all. Instead, she'd spent time memorizing the layout of it.

And then her stomach clenched for a moment as the alarm she'd rigged warbled insistently in her ears. Cursing under her breath, she shifted her feet slightly and rose up on the balls of her feet she closely studied the sensor feed to her HUD. With as quiet and still as the complex was, she heard a very faint scrape from the direction of the side entrance. it could have been anything, really. But it had tripped her alarm, and she wanted to make sure it was nothing before just dismissing it. Slowly, she crept forward, placing one foot in front of the other as she scooted from one shadow to the next and did her best not to make noise.

 

[Kenrath]

Once Cole had gotten adjusted to the low light through the helmets settings he worked his way along the wall occasionally sweeping towards the center of the room as he stayed close to the wall. Cole would work from the outside in. As he got to another entrance leading outside he fixed a crude alarm of his own which basically amounted to gently placing a heavy object against it. It would fall and make an awful noise if the door was opened.

Cole when then slowly work his way towards the center of the room moving fast and sweeping faster. With any luck if there was anybody he would be able to sneak up behind them. Cole was not looking for a brawl if he could help it.

As he got closer he saw evidence of recent activity. Recent enough to tell him that whoever had been here was in fact still here. Cole's movements went liner moving in the direction he thought his prey may have gone.

[member="Ailyn Kelborn"]

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

[member="Cole Dagos"]

She crouched in her new location, slowing her breathing and just... listening. Some might think she was crazy, what with all the tech in her armor. But sometimes, one's ears could pick up what sensors could not. And there it was again. A faint sound, like a scraping or bumping along the floor or wall. For a moment, Ailyn held her breath. And again. Quickly, Ailyn turned and brought the muzzle of the Roughcut up to bear as she kept her shoulder against the large crate she'd been hiding behind.

Occasionally, she'd hear a faint scrape along the floor. It seemed as if whatever it was, continued moving towards the center of the room. Squinting slightly, Ailyn, focused in on the scans her armor was gathering of the area. There was definite movement in the area, and besides her own heat signature, there was one in her vicinity - but it flickered, as if the sensors couldn't get a clear reading. it seemed to big to be any rodent. What then?

 

[Kenrath]

As Cole moved along he caught movement in front of him a little ways ahead. Something looked off but he couldn't quite place it. Through a quick process in his mind Cole took his foot, pulled it back and jammed it towards a small peace of debris popping it up and the hair to land a few feet to his left.

If his was correct the sound would force anyone in the area to quickly turn towards the sound a few feet away from where he was located. Then centering on the odd placed object Cole fired a single shot from the scatter gun before dropping to a knee and firing a second blast. Then Cole leaped and rolled in the opposite direction of his distraction ducking behind some cover and firing a third blast.


"Heyr gar cayatitr bal taylir gar gaan vaii Ni liser haa'taylir etid." ((Drop your weapon and keep your hands where I can see them.))

Cole had chosen to do it in that order in hopes the shots from different angles and directions would make his prey think he wasn't alone. It was a gamble but one he had committed to full force. He didn't know anything about this Death Watch but if the name was any indication they didn't go down without a fight.

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[member="Ailyn Kelborn"]

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

[member="Cole Dagos"]

There it was again.. that faint scraping noise which told her she wasn't alone. Cursing under her breath, Ailyn swept the Roughcut up and around, even as she trying to keep her armored profile hidden behind the large crate. It wasn't easy. And, suddenly, she found her focus shattered for a moment as there was a loud crash towards the center of the room. She'd not seen anyone close to there. And yet...

Her train of thought cut off rather abruptly as blaster fire erupted from the center of the room. And that was quickly followed seconds later by more blaster fire. She could feel shrapnel from the crate dig itself into her cheek. Hissing a curse, she ducked back behind the crate just before another stream of blaster fire took her nose off. That was a little too close... she thought to herself. And then she frowned. That blaster fire had come from another direction from the original fire. Could there be more than one?

Her silent question was seemingly answered when blaster fire slammed into the crate just inches from her head. Whoever they were, one of them had somehow skirted around in the darkness. Cursing under her breath, she pivoted on her knees and let loose a stream of slugs in the direction the last string of blaster bolts had come from. Whether or not she hit something remained to be seen. She loosed another string of slugs in the direction the other shots had come from, hoping to hit something.

"Nuh'la, nuhunla. Mirdir val liser haa'taylir ner gaan o'r ibic werda." «Funny. Think they can see my hands in this darkness.» she muttered.

 

[Kenrath]

Cole ducked the return blast hitting his cover and nicking his helmet. The best part was the muzzle flash not only giving away her position but the fact she was alone. Cole slung the scatter gun and pulled the Ripper from it's holster.

Cole waited for a gap that would be her reloading and then he took a breath and jumped over what remained of his cover. Leveling the Ripper he fired shot after shot to keep her head down. At the end of his charge he jumped doing a flying kick aimed to pass just over the top of her cover and catch her helmet. If it worked he would follow it up by attempting to slam the butt of the Ripper over and over against her helmet and shoulder blades. His free hand would reach out to yank her weapon from her hand and aim the ripper point blank at the gap in her armor between her helmet and chest piece.

"You may not be outgunned but you are out matched."

Cole paused.


"Dinuir bic laam bal oyacyir at akaanir a'uym tuur vod «Give it up and live to fight another day brother»"

[member="Ailyn Kelborn"]

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

[member="Cole Dagos"]

She ducked a scattering of return fire and cursed vehemently under her breath. She was good, but she was also a bit out of practice. Another round of fire forced her to keep her head down. That is, until the return fire abruptly ceased. She held her breath, expecting something. And when nothing happened, she had to work really hard to resist the desire to pop up over her cover and check. it was a good thing too, for the flying boot of her adversary narrowly missed crashing into her helmet. As it was, the speed of his passage sent her stumbling backwards, and she fumbled briefly as she brought the Roughcut around and tried to fire at him at close range.

The Roughcut wasn't exactly designed for close range, either. After letting off one blast from the Roughcut, she went for the Fett Kal knife instead. It was a good thing too, because an instant later, the Roughcut was wrenched from her grip. Even as he began to jam the ripper up under her chin, she too worked her arm under his extended one and jammed the point of her blade into his armpit. "Gar cuyir sirbur...?" «You were saying...?»

 

[Kenrath]

Under the helmet Cole smiled.

"Ni emuurir ner pavarnr." «I like my chances»

Cole didn't move except to push slightly in with the ripper.

"Sith blew a hole through that shoulder..............it's mostly scar tissue." "I can fight without it if need be.................better than most can with both arms." "Beside how combat effective are you going to be without the back of your head?"

Cole paused.

"If you were fast enough to take me out before I pull the trigger you wouldn't be flat on your back right now without your scatter gun."


"Gar ganar pabida epan ba'hak. Ni cuyir eskrala." «You've got guts though. I'm impressed.»

Cole kept the ripper tight against her throat but leaned back just a hair.

"The way I see it you got two choices vod." "Die here in the dirty or come home and fight the good fight." "A lot of people need killing these days and I use somebody not afraid to get dirty."

Cole took his free hand and held it out to her as if offering to help her up.

[member="Ailyn Kelborn"]

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

[member="Cole Dagos"]

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At his rather flippant response to her comment, she laughed a bit roughly as if to some private joke. Though, his next words caused her to still for several seconds as she felt the business end of his ripper digging into her collarbone. Even with the armored undersuit, she knew it couldn't stop a slug at point blank range. The silence hung between them for several seconds which felt like a small eternity to Ailyn.

The next words from him left her slightly confused. Here he was, having fairly gotten the upper hand.. and he was congratulating her? She tilted her head slightly in confusion and jammed the Fett Kal knife a bit deeper into his armpit. She wasn't entirely sure what he was playing at, especially considering the situation. But that too was answered in short order. her eyes narrowed. Many in the past had made her similar offers. And it was one such similar that had caused her to start working with that Siit she'd met above Belsavis - it seemed like an eternity since.

Again, she was silent as she weighed his words carefully. it was probable that he too might have such plans for her as that Siit had, but it could also be completely on the level. She let out the breath she'd been holding in a frustrated huff as she jabbed the point of her blade home once more before letting it drop ever so slightly. "Me'copaani?" <<What do you want?>> she asked bluntly as she stared at him, fully aware of the ripper to her throat. "Why would I want to fight for the same Clans who couldn't even muster enough of their own to oppose us for close to a year?"

 

[Kenrath]

Cole ignored the slightly jabs with the blade for what they were. A half hearted attempt to make him believe she could still get the upper hand. Once she lower the blade completely away Cole holstered the Ripper and stood still offer a hand to her to pull her to her feet. If she took it he would pull her to her feet and then take a step back. If she didn't take it after a minute he would still take a step back and give her room to get up.

Either way after taking the step back Cole would reach up and take his helmet off tucking it under his arm.

"Ni cak rejorhaa'ir gar meg Ni copaanir. «I already told you what I want.»

Ni kar'taylir ibic cuyir ruug'la Kyr'tsad ku'nr. Meg gotal'ur syou Kyr'tsad Ni malyasa'yr esada. «I know this is an old Death Watch world. Which makes you Death Watch I would imagine.»"

Cole paused.

"A year ago I would have been consider an enemy to the Clans as well. I am not asking you to fight for the Clans.............I am asking you to fight for me."

Cole smiled.



"Par Verd be Katsunaragr «For the Soldiers of Excess»"

Cole leaned against the remains of the crate.

"Besides you have obviously been out of the loop. The Clans took down the Republic of Kashyyk..........there is no Republic anymore. Then there was the Omega Crisis against the Sith where we took out a super weapon. Considering I just came back from the Silver Jedi and how it went I would not be surprised if they are next on the cutting block."



Cole set his helmet down and crossed his arms.

"I am not talking about getting involved in clan politics, debating diplomacy, or farming. I am talking about putting the war back in warfare. Lots of training, lots of drinking, and lots of starting fights."

Cole smiled.

"Akaanir emuurir cad olyay nayc nakar'tuur saryir emuurir bic b gar kyr'yc ca «fight like there's no tomorrow party like it's your last night»"

[member="Ailyn Kelborn"]