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King of the dust Hill (Mandalorians vs Sith)

@[member="Kaliya Dupree"] I was not talking to you, I was talking to the commander of the Mandalorian fleet (I think thats what he is.) So please, cut the attitude, and shut up. :p You aren't making yourself cool by acting like a ignorant fool. Of course, like you said, you could PM me if there was any confusion about that.
 
Slowly Vinyata could feel the S90 MAAT gunship levitate and rotate toward the opening of the hangar bay. All the troop bays of the 70 S90’s were fully loaded with platoons of the Serpent legion and their advanced weaponry. As the S90’s flew out of the hangar bay and into the void of space toward the erupting battle whole flights of Taral Fighters, and Galaxy Bombers exited the hangar bay also and formed up into their respective squadron formations. 60 Taral Fighters and 40 Aleph fighters formed up in escort squadrons around the flight of S90’s carrying their invaluable space marines. The rest of the Vortex’s Galaxy bombers formed into squadrons along with the rest of the Vortex’s Taral fighters for escort. The massive wave of Imperial fighters, bombers and gunships turned and headed in unison toward the Mandalorian fleet.

Vinyata detached her datapad from her utility belt and inputted data on several keys. A display showing all the Mandalorian and Sith Fleets appeared, as well as the recently arrived Republic fleet, no doubt coming fresh of the operations on Dac. With her pointer finger she double-tapped the display and zoomed in on the flight of gunships and escorting Taral and Aleph fighters. On the datapad display was a plotted course the starfighters of the Vortex would take to get to the Mandalorian Alpha-Core formation. The target of the boarding party was no small undertaking. They were about to board an Ash’amur class Star Destroyer, which came equipped with lethal anti-ship armaments, if it had less-than adequate AA encampments. This was the Mandalorian command ship, at least from Vinyata’s collected data.

Shockwaves rocked the gunship as the flight wing started to fly through the battle erupting around the Mandalorian fleet. Although she couldn’t see it, Vinyata could sense Star Destroyers engaging in long-ranged broadside duels and fighter squadron’s dash in and around each other as they vied for superior positioning. Due to the properties of space, Vinyata couldn’t hear the battle, but she reached out through the force and could hear and sense the destruction and aggression such a high-stakes battle in an unforgiving environment breed. The chaos of the battle fueled her, she channeled the havoc through her and started to draw on its strength, preparing herself for the upcoming battle she was about to fight. Around her, the legionaries in their sleek black combat armor decaled with purple serpents stoically refused to move a muscle as the gunship executed evasive maneuvers. Looking at her tactical display, Vinyata could see the flight wing approaching closer and closer to the Mandalorian command ship. Gazing out through a small pep-hole, Vinyata could see the various Mandalorian cruisers exchanging fire with the Sith fleet, and the Republic fleet split up into several different formations and move to engage the embattled Sith fleet. The fast and maneuverable Taral and Aleph fighters dueled with the Mandalorian interceptors sent to engage the flight wing of the S90 gunships. She could see an Aleph unload a cascade of luminous green lasers that stuck home on a Mandalorian interceptor. The lasers ripped shards of metal off the interceptor, heated the metal into slag, and registered a hit on the interceptors engine. The ensuing reaction blew up the interceptor into larges chunks of the once-grand interceptor and large pieces of shrapnel. In less than barley a second, the explosion occurred and quickly receded, lacking oxygen to sustain itself.

“Approaching gravity well of Mandalorian command ship.” She could hear the pilot tell her over her comlink. Vinyata put her datapad away in her personalized vacuum-sealed Sith armor, engraved with red inscriptions of ancient Sith symbols. Reacting to the news, she could see the legionaries around her ready their weapons, Vinyata herself brought her saberstaff to rest in the palm of her hand.

Flak from the command ship rocked the S90 as the PD cannons sent up furious barrages of lasers and ammunition. Out the pep-hole Vinyata saw a Taral fighter and S90 shot apart by the ensuing flak. In her tactical display in her visor she could see Mandalorian fighters scramble to intercept the oncoming boarding party. However, the superior fighter cover that the Taral and Aleph fighters had provided had not wavered and quickly moved to engage the outnumbered Mandalorian fighters. An escorting Komrk cruiser also dispatched its squadrons and opened up its own AA cannons on the fast approaching boarding party. Galaxy bombers then dove and began their attack runs. EMP bombs, concussion warheads, missiles all laced the command ship, shutting down turrets, and leaving scarring explosions all across the command ship. The bombing run was terribly effective, even though the Galaxy bombers suffered substantial casualties, they managed to empty their deadly payloads all across the surface of the command ship, knocking out turrets, installations, and shutting down the PD cannons.

Vinyata pulled her eyes away from the epic battle going on when she heard the pilot call out over the com: “Deploying in ten seconds.” The platoon of legionaries unstrapped themselves and prepared to rush out the troop bay. Vinyata deliberately stood up and positioned herself in front of the platoon, Commander Jeran standing close by her right side. Inhaling one last breath, Vinyata let the chaos and darkness of the battle give her strength.

“All right men let’s move!” Jeran shouted.

The door to the air-sealed troop bay opened, revealing the scarred surface of the command ship below. Vinyata and her legionaries deployed their jetpacks, specifically designed to operate in the hazards of a vacuum and rocketed out of the troop bay, the platoon propelling themselves toward the surface of the command ship. Taking a quick glance around, Vinyata could see the other gunships deploying their respective platoons. Vinyata’s magnetized boots lached onto the durasteel of the command ship as she summoned the force and hurled a sphere of purple dark-side energy straight at a turret. The turret blew apart in a luminous purple explosion of energy, and the troops of the Serpent Legion started to cut and blow holes in the command ship as their points of entry. It wasn’t the pretties boarding, but the legionaries were operating with the utmost efficiency.

Vinyata used the force to blast a hole in the durasteel. Activating her saberstaff, she lead her legionaries into the corridors of the command ship.
 
Betna heard the commands go over the commlink and stood up from his seat. He gestured at the wookiee and the small Ewok companion nearby and made his way to the hangar where the shuttles were waiting. As he went, he checked over his equipment to make sure everything was secured and ready to go. He was bringing an old, pump action slug thrower shotgun to the fight along with his tried and true .44 caliber revolver. Say what you will about how blasters were 'superior' to 'obsolete' slug throwers, but when it came to certain situations or environments, old fashioned bullets reigned supreme.

Especially for boarding actions where you wanted to take the ship intact. Blasters would fry electronics, break equipment, and generally shred the ship internally. Slug throwers with flechette rounds would kill without damaging equipment, though for droids or armor you'd be looking at using regular slugs instead. Either way, it was an advantage Betna would use to the fullest.

He checked over the rest of his equipment. Various vibroblades tucked here and there and his ammunition stowed away. Each shell or bullet was hand loaded with extra propellant. He liked using 'hot' rounds for his slug throwers primarily because the bullets had more punch behind each shot. It increased the recoil of the weapon, but the Mandalorian figured it a worthwhile trade off. Betna also carried a number of fragmentation grenades, a few EMP grenades, and a pair of Thermal Detonators, just in case.

Taking a seat in the nearest shuttle, Betna looked over and waited for the two non-humans to join him on board.

@[member="Grozurra"] @[member="Milo Osbron"]
 
Larraq watched icons dance about the viewscreen as the wave of Sith craft swarmed towards Alpha formation. By making their way towards a single fleet on the flank of the battle, the swarm of fighters had managed to avoid the defensive turrets of the Republic fleet that had yet to move into position. Larraq had dearly wished the Republic forces had waited for his signal before coming into the battlespace. He had intended for them to arrive behind the onrushing swarm of Sith fighters and help to catch the ships in a crossfire. Alass... It was too late for such a strategy to work. Larraq would be forced to fall back on more basic tactics and to rely on the complement of fighters and interceptors that each formation carried.

In the time it took the craft to launch from their carrying vessels and travel past the maximum weapons range of the Star Destroyers and into the waiting flak batteries of Alpha Formation, Larraq had plenty of time to order his ships to launch their own support craft. He also had plenty of time to finish his earlier orders and exactly five minutes after his initial warning, every ship in the Mandalorian fleet vented its internal atmosphere. Upon Larraq's orders, Alpha Formation disgorged itself of Fighters and Interceptors as it struggled to defend itself from the oncoming wave of craft. Knowing full well that the ships were lacking in defensive weapons, Larraq ordered the formation to target the oncoming ships with their primary weapon batteries and fire for effect. While this was usually a useless gesture against light and nimble ships like fighters and intercepters, large and ponderous vessels like gunships were well within the capabilities of a gunner to take aim at. Even if only one in five shots found their mark, the capital ship grade turbolasers, ion cannons, mass-drivers, and concussion missile launchers would have a devastating effect on an oncoming formation of non-starfighter ships.

Larraq watched and listened passively as reports were filtered through to him. The Sith forces had suffered heavy casualties but had managed to successfully bomb the Shab'rudur. Reports indicated that weaponry and shields were down all along the starboard side of the Command Ship. Pausing a few more moments as he watched the forward viewscreen, Larraq waited for more bombs to detonate. But when no more explosions were reported, Larraq gave new orders. “Alpha formation. Launch gunships and deploy Canderous Repulsor Tanks. Strike Alpha, move in close to Shab'rudur's starboard side and provide covering fire. Use Tractor Beam Projectors to pry any launch-craft from near her hull. Gunships and Repulsor Tanks are to engage whatever targets they can while remaining close to the formation. Fighters and Intercepters are to cover the Repulsor Tanks from hostile fighters until the tanks have drifted further than 300 meters from the formation.”

Tapping his fingers on the railing, Larraq waited for further reports to reach him. He had previously ordered the entire non-essential complement of every ship in his fleet to either load up in lifepods or move to an airlock and await further orders. While it was true that not all Mandalorians wore Beskar'gam, the vast majority chose to do so out of habit and tradition. Especially when in combat. Those few who did not wear the void-capable armor of the Mando'ade had likely quickly donned armored void suits once their commanders relayed the orders of Captain Larraq to the various ships.

Any Sith who attempted to board a mandalorian ship would find the majority of the crew's population armed and waiting near the designed exits of each ship. Aboard the Shab'rudur, the men and woman that had previously been awaiting some suicidal order or another had smiled in joy when they realized that the enemy forces would be coming for them.

All Mandalorians loved to fight. The crew of a Command Ship was no different. As the flash and vibrations of explosions died down, @[member="Vinyata Nicashii"] and her special forces found themselves face to face will corridors packed full of armored Mandalorians.


-Alpha Formation- (6,400m)
-Alpha Core- (3,600m)
Ash'amur-class Star Destroyer: 1,900m “Shab'rudur” (Damaged)
-(25x) Drop Pods: 7m (6 troops)
-(36x) Purdii Fighter: 13m
-(24x) Vhe'viin Interceptor: 8.6m
-(12x) Tra'galaar Beskar-Plated Transport: 26m
-(24x) Mandalorian Gunship: 28.6m
-(30x) Canderous Repulsor Tank: 10m
Harbringer-class Carrier: 850m
-(20x) Drop Pods: 7m (6 troops)
-(24x) Vhe'viin Interceptor: 8.6m
-(24x) Kandosii Bombers: 12m
-(6x) Tra'galaar Beskar-Plated Transport: 26m
-(36x) Mandalorian Gunship: 28.6m
Harbringer-class Carrier: 850m
-(20x) Drop Pods: 7m (6 troops)
-(24x) Vhe'viin Interceptor: 8.6m
-(24x) Kandosii Bombers: 12m
-(6x) Tra'galaar Beskar-Plated Transport: 26m
-(36x) Mandalorian Gunship: 28.6m

-Strike Alpha- (2,800m)
Kom'rk-class Assault Cruiser: 650m “Ori'buyce, Kih'kovid”
-(100x) Drop Pods: 7m (6 troops)
-(5x) Mandalorian Gunship: 28.6m
Kom'rk-class Assault Cruiser: 650m “Ukor B'ukor”
-(100x) Drop Pods: 7m (6 troops)
-(5x) Mandalorian Gunship: 28.6m
Nexus-class Cruiser: 550m
-(80x) Drop Pods: 7m (6 troops)
-(18x) Purdii Fighter: 13m
-(6x) Kandosii Bombers: 12m
-(4x) Mandalorian Gunship: 28.6m
Nexus-class Cruiser: 550m
-(80x) Drop Pods: 7m (6 troops)
-(18x) Purdii Fighter: 13m
-(6x) Kandosii Bombers: 12m
-(4x) Mandalorian Gunship: 28.6m
Kad'ika-class Light Cruiser: 400m “Mandokar”
-(50x) Drop Pods: 7m (6 troops)
-(4x) Mandalorian Gunship: 28.6m


MANDALORIAN FLEET: (41 Ships)(21,000m) [Engaging in Anti-starfighter actions; staying out of range]
(Note: Where fighters are donated, this is in place of one or more 'standard' complements.)

-Bravo Formation- (6,400m)
-Bravo Core- (3,600m)
Ash'amur-class Star Destroyer: 1,900m
Harbringer-class Carrier: 850m
-(24x) Vhe'viin Interceptor: 8.6m
Harbringer-class Carrier: 850m
-(24x) Vhe'viin Interceptor: 8.6m

-Strike Bravo- (2,800m)
Kom'rk-class Assault Cruiser: 650m
Kom'rk-class Assault Cruiser: 650m
Nexus-class Cruiser: 550m
Nexus-class Cruiser: 550m
Kad'ika-class Light Cruiser: 400m

-Charlie Formation- (8,200m)
-Strike Charlie- (2,800m)
Kom'rk-class Assault Cruiser: 650m
Kom'rk-class Assault Cruiser: 650m
Nexus-class Cruiser: 550m
Nexus-class Cruiser: 550m
Kad'ika-class Light Cruiser: 400m

-Strike Delta- (2,600m)
Kom'rk-class Assault Cruiser: 650m
Liberation-class Cruiser: 600m “Kracken” (Republic Privateer Vessel)
-(7x) Mandalorian Gunship: 28.6m
Nexus-class Cruiser: 550m
Kad'ika-class Light Cruiser: 400m “Tal'onidir”
Kad'ika-class Light Cruiser: 400m “Ne Shab'rud'ni”

-Support Fleet- (2,800m)
-Support Alpha-
Hokaanir-class Frigate: 200m
Nebula-class Corvette: 180m
Nebula-class Corvette: 180m

-Support Bravo-
Hokaanir-class Frigate: 200m
Nebula-class Corvette: 180m
Nebula-class Corvette: 180m

-Support Charlie-
Hokaanir-class Frigate: 200m
Nebula-class Corvette: 180m
Nebula-class Corvette: 180m

-Support Delta-
Hokaanir-class Frigate: 200m
Nebula-class Corvette: 180m
Nebula-class Corvette: 180m

-Support Foxtrot-
Hokaanir-class Frigate: 200m
Nebula-class Corvette: 180m
Nebula-class Corvette: 180m

-Stealth Escort-
-(25x) Cabur-class Starfighter: 9m
-(24x) Neta'norac Stealth Fighters: 11m
-(96x) Resol'nare Stealth Fighter/Transport: 32m
 
Milo cut short the systems check and scurried over to the nearest waiting shuttle and climbed up into a seat next to the waiting soldier. As he strapped himself in the best he could Milo kept his eye on the mountain of armor that he'd been sitting next to, hoping that he would choose this shuttle to board from.
 
@[member="Darth Naefas"]

Preliat felt his jetpack curl inward, and then immediately, he felt the jetpack fail. Due to the nature of the jetpack he was wearing, it operated only in short bursts, and didn't have a constant flame, so the crushing of his jetpack only sent fuel all over his back, and him crashing downward. He wasn't that high up, so he simply landed on his back, and ripped the jetpack off of him. Dust and ash collected the fuel, leaving a sort of spongey residue on the ground and on his back, but he wasn't doused in the fuel any longer.

Preliat was an accurate and reliable marksman, so of course, as soon as the Sith moved, he stopped firing. Not that the crabshell armor would even blink at the sensation of blaster bolts, but it may knock him off his feet, if nothing more. Preliat stood up, swinging his Beskad after a moment. He tucked away his blaster, and positioned himself in front of the Sith, smiling. He curled his armored hands inward, and motioned for him to come and get it.
 
The Sith Lord smiled. He summoned the Force to his free hand, he focused on the pyrokinesis to form in his hand. And when it had, he pushed his hand out towards the fuel that was left on the floor. The aim was to burn up the mandalorian, whether he was on the fuel, or close to it. Other movements would deal with that.

The Sith Lord stepped back a few steps before his eyes set upon the jetpack and grasping it with the Force he hurled it into the growing flames in hopes it would blow up in front / side / behind the Mandalorian. While he waited he formed another force shield over his form to protect himself.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"]
 
And it all burned in the end. Vindica wasn't shocked, the Sith never held together for long, sooner or later the galaxy as a whole hot tires of their shit and beat them back, of course they returned eventually. The shadow moved through the dust in utter silence, unfazed by the battle around it and unfeeling to the suffering of others. Some fool of a Mandolorian charged Vindica, spraying at him with automatic blaster fire. Ducking and dodging gracefully, he avoid the rain of plasma, then smiled under the mask as the assailant was lifted into the air by an invisible hand squeezing down on his neck. The squeeze tightened and tightened until POP the neck was broken and the corpse crumpled to the ground.

The Darth continued on his way towards a personal shuttle, he'd come to grab some intel that would serve as a bartering chip if he was ever again at risk of capture. He'd learned his lesson once, he didn't plan to again.
 
@[member="Darth Naefas"]

Preliat didn't even turn his head as the fuel erupted into flames behind him. Being that he was in front of the Sith and he had moved, he shrugged when it exploded. Being that the fuel was in a chamber and blew up as soon as it came into contact with the flames, and didn't blow up with much effect. He blinked for a few moments, before turning back to the Sith. The fuel was also mostly on the ground and in the dirt and ash, and soaked up in it, so the flames really made nothing more than a big pop.

Preliat walked forward, swinging his beskad in a short swipe, aiming to simply start the fight. The short range and his crushgaunts were about to come in handy.
 
He watched @[member="Tracyn Ordo"] propel backwards through his use of the Force blast. The pain that Ordo was under was enticing, and Darth Avara relished in the suffering of all those around him. He had to recuperate from using such a powerful spell, but he had no time. Drawing on the pain of others would do. In his engrossment toward the battle, he had forgotten about the Mandalorian woman from before, and his attention was fixed upon the fallen Jedi. He admired his tenacity, and the rumours of his exploits had been heard across the known galaxy. Its not every day a Jedi Knight leaves a hole the size of a fist in the Sith Emperor's stomach.

Tracyn landed in a pile of corpses, and Darth Avara as quick to give chase; though he paced at first, relishing in the potential victory. He could still lose, this one was not to be underestimated, but with the dark nexus of Dromund Kaas about him, and the power of his sorcery; even Tracyn's hand-to-hand might not suffice. He waded through the corpses, waving his saber across them, skewering torsos, dismembering limbs to get to Tracyn, but he was well hidden under the pile of dead. "Show yourself, Tracyn Ordo," he barked at nothing in particular. "Darth Kyros has a purpose for you. It is not your destiny to die here." Slowly, he touched upon the Force. He felt around for Tracyn's emotion - there was a lot of it bottled up inside - and he used the age old Sith technique of Dun Möch. "Do you have a family, Tracyn? A wife? A son? A daughter? I can give these things back to you. End this destructive conflict, and join me." He was lying. Dun Möch required a great amount of patience; a great amount of cunning; and a great amount of deception. He anticipated an ambush, but he did not care. If Tracyn came, he would be ready.
 
@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

Darth Naefas batted the blade away to the side and aimed to strike at the Mandalorian's shins. He moved in a blur from the use of the force speed and the dark side nexus empowering his body. It let him move faster than he would have normally while he was using the force to augment his strength and boost his speed.
 
Blessed are the peacemakers
@[member="Darth Avara"]

Tracyn opened his eyes, after having them closed. Adamus had walked right past him, and he rose silently. Tracyn spread out his legs, moving a dead soldier's pool of blood. Tracyn screamed, and as he did, threw several bodies around him violently outward. A wave of the force erupted from him, challenging Avara. Tracyn purposely only made the blood, sinew, and burnt flesh and smaller bodies around him, creating a deadly tidal wave of gore in the vicinity of Avara. It was to mock him, to show him what was to come. Tracyn leapt into the air, roaring his mighty roar, as his feet came together in a dropkick, right into the back of Avara. At most, it would hurt a lot and throw him off his feet, but it wasn't direct enough to break any spinal injuries, and with Avara's force connection, the chance of it breaking ribs was minimal.

Tracyn cared little for talking, he was so focused on the battle at times that he even forgot where he was. There was only the fight, there was nothing else. Voices were background noises, nothing related to the fight. But this opponent deserved to at least have the acknowledgement that Tracyn cared little for his efforts. It was the honorable thing to do, something even a man like Tracyn could atest to, even during his current state of being.

"Talk to me after we're done, if you're still breathing."
 
Preliat's armored shins caught the tip of his blade, as his beskad swung upwards, to parry the Sith's red blade. Preliat pivoted on his heel, and went to his right, with his elbow extended, aiming to strike him in the side of the head, while not fully extending his limbs to risk dismemberment. Preliat kept his blade to his side, able to parry off an incoming attack as well.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
 
When Darth Naefus's blade was parried he was already beginning to spin around to avoid the elbow that was coming along to smash him in the head. But that wasn't going to happen, while he spun the amphistaff that wa on his back, took the brunt of the attack in a deflecting block.

Stepping away from the Mandalorian, Naefus watched the Mandalorian's beskad in his hand. There was a certain amount of power that was focusing around his body until he raised his hand and imagined the beskad just exploding and being destroyed in the buckethead's hands.

He wondered if it worked. If the force combustion of the blade did work the Mandalorian would be out of a reliable weapon.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"]
 
Tracyn would not take the bait. Instead the fallen Jedi waited for Avara to get close to unleash his ambush. The Sith Lord was splashed with gore, and blood soaked his robes and armour. Next came the drop kick that planted upon his back. Were it not for the back plate of his dark and golden armour, the damage might have been more severe; some would say he was lucky in that respect, but Darth Avara did not believe in luck. He was thrown off his feet, sent tumbling across the corpses along the floor until blood-soaked ground met his limbs. He faced Tracyn, hate and scorn etched across his face. But Ordo would see nothing of that, only a masked enigma.

He would make his rage known vocally, when he released a powerful Force scream right at the fallen Jedi to throw him off guard, and deafen him. The sonic scream cascaded around the vicinity, a violent shudder of anger, rage and hatred pooled up. Darth Avara took to the air, and decided now it was time to unleash the full might of his fifth form; his perfected Djem So. He first aimed for a devastating falling avalanche, making sure his blade was ready to cast a fluid riposte upon any counter attack. He agreed with Tracyn's notion somewhat, and decided that the time for talk had passed. Now actions would speak clear for them both.

@[member="Tracyn Ordo"]
 
Blessed are the peacemakers
@[member="Darth Avara"]

A force shield threw the sound away from him, but the physical damage wasn't what got to Tracyn. He had never felt this much hatred, this much anger. This much rage. That much...power. He snarled in response, seeing him raise the blade in the fluid motion of Djem So. It was powerful, it had become nearly a part of Tracyn as anything. Tracyn curled his fingers inward, and then snapped open his right palm. Teras Kasi, and crushgaunts. He had practiced before, many times. Tracyn sent one palm upwards to the blade, and caught it in his crushgaunt. He fell downwards, because even though he was holding the lightsaber, he was still subject to the laws of physics, and all that energy had to go somewhere. Tracyn fell to the ground, and held the lightsaber.

Placing his foot upwards, he went to kick Avara backwards, aiming for the weaker part of armors, right in the center of his chest.
 
@[member="Darth Naefas"]

It didn't. Beskar was arguably the strongest and most versatile metal in the galaxy, and due to it's durable nature, the act of trying to destroy it would cost a lot of time. Preliat raised his mighty weapon, and went for the outstretched hand that the Sith was extending in a middle of a fight, in a chopping motion. It was deadly, and like a cleaver crashing down on the Sith's hand. Preliat gave him no quarter, sliding forward, going to slice a nasty bit of his hand off. Due to the faster and more nimble nature of the Beskad, he could get within his guard, and attack him there as well.
 
Grozurra was still flipping through HoloNet channels on his HUD when the orders to board shuttles echoed through the hallway. The mountain of metal and muscles stood and followed @[member="Arrbi Betna"] onto the shuttle and with a head gesture motioned for @[member="Milo Osbron"] to follow him. Grozurra sat next to Betna and the Ewok on a jump-seat and fastened his seat belt. He barely fit in the chair, but with the small Ewok sitting next to him, the two non-humans took up about as much space as two humans typically would. Albeit a bit uncomfortably.

Having nothing to do now but to wait for their shuttle to either arrive at its destination or get blown to bits by Turbolaser fire, Grozurra returned his attention to flipping through HoloNet broadcasts as he searched for a decent show.
 
Darth Naefas was surprised. Beskar was obviously quite the metal to have in your possession. The size of the beskad wasn't that large. And he doubted the blade had a high density as well but it seemed like anything was possible.

He stepped backwards away from the chopping motion. It seemed he was almost a blur when he moved, and with his hand still raised he wrapped the Force around the Mandalorian, and within a moment was already throwing his hand to the side, where the crashed gunship was so that the Mandalorian would crash off of it's side.

@[member="Preliat Mantis"]
 

Not Ordo

Just under the upper hand.
The big Yuuzhan vong picked him self up off the ground and rounded on the Sith while a trickle of black blood oozed from his left bicep.

He wasted no time and pulled his ampistaff and Leapt at the Sith aiming to pierce him straight through.

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
 

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