Public Kyr'am Bal Parjai

[Sig Dryggo]

Kyr’am Bal Parjai​

Tag(s): @Open
Objective(s): Survive

Glory. It was the only purpose a true Mandalore existed for. Glory for their name. Glory for their clan. Glory for their people. To stem the tide of chaos by embracing the art of war, this was the Way that Sig knew.

Impossible odds. The overwhelming enemy force. The inevitability that sooner or later you’ll fall to the tide of chaos that’s consuming you. This was the only Way that Sig knew. Even the formative years of his life spent in a palace, learning the art of another kind of Game, meant nothing. The lessons he learned them weren’t used in intrigue against his enemies. It was against his vod.

He was consumed by an unending rage that saw no end. He had played it clever at first. Stormbringer and the events that transpired were merely speculation. Killing the Queen would then secure his position, regardless of any ‘evidence’ produced of his treachery.

Had his ego not gotten in the way. There were those who already voiced their suspicions during the aftermath on Dxun. Be it the Alor Carduul Akahl or the beast master Ninurta Slaabur'r . Even Hakon Fett had let his voice be heard.

It was clear he has overplayed his hand. He wasted no time then to preserve what he has built, knowing the walls around him were closing in.

Clan Dryggo was already nomadic. It was easy enough for Sig to order his entire clan enter a state of temporary hiding, sending them into the Unknown Region. He had left instructions for Zandra Ruus aboard the ship, which he, along with M9, who he reprogrammed to follow Zandra, remained with her. She’d become the Alor of Clan Dryggo if she accepted the offer; Sig had a contingency in place on the off chance she’d decline, having his clan hold a minor tournament amongst themselves to determine who was the strongest to lead. Though he had hoped she’d take it. Regardless the remained hidden in the Unknown Regions, awaiting the day they’d return to the galactic stage again.

Sig already knew it would be any day that someone from the Neo-Crusaders would arrive to seek blood for his crimes. He had left the Dauntless days ago, slipping away from Zandra and M9 one night without a word. He then found transport to his favorite planet: Tatooine.

Sitting in the dimly lit cantina he casually sat in a corner booth. He knew they’d find him, he wasn’t exactly hiding. In fact he wanted them to. Perhaps it was ego, then, that drove him to place an open bounty on himself: the one who killed him and claimed this bounty would gain the small fortune he had amassed during the various raids he had conducted both with the Crusade and on his own.

He doubted a Jedi Master such as Jonyna Si would seek a bounty, but he had hoped the Galactic Alliance would send somebody. Maybe even his cousin Vince would seek him out, not for the bounty but revenge.

Regardless who came Sig sat in the relatively busy bar on that cool Tatooine evening, the twin suns beginning their descent, ready to face what he had always sought: glory.

 

[Careena Fett]

The Wolf Hunts

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Tatooine​

| Objective | Weed the Treacherous​

Sig Dryggo had made the mistake of coming after her own, so she was coming after him.​

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For the sake of his own honor and dignity, Careena hoped what she heard to be untrue. If the Crusaders were to make good on the promise it made to its people, then unity and order amongst their own must be maintained. Striving to claim power was the right of every Mandalorian, but it did not come at the cost of one's honor and doing so through nefarious means. Their people deserved better than that.​

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Rumors had been adrift amongst some of the Neo-Crusaders, whispers of treason and treachery. Such claims could not be tolerated, especially amongst those who were regarded highly for their feats. His sudden disappearance from Mandalorian territories only further incriminated him of the rumors being spread. It did not take long for Careena to be able to trace Sig Dryggo's whereabouts and locate him, being the seasoned hunter she was. It was only a matter of time before reckoning came and swift judgement delivered to the treacherous.​

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Careena leaned back in the seat of the ship as it broke atmosphere over the planet of Tatooine. She ideally would have made this trip alone, but she needed a few to bear witness after troubling news having fallen upon her ears after their skirmish on Onderon. If someone had managed to get to him before she, Careena was still intent on returning his body back home where it may be laid to rest.​

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[Ninurta Slaabur'r]

Location: Tatooine
Objective: Reap the sown.
Allies: Careena Fett

Sig Dryggo . He moves like a predator that knows it's being watched, preening and posturing with all the showmanship of a hungry nexu. He revels in the attention, thrives on it, flaunting his kills and making sure every word he speaks lands with a weight that he's convinced only he can carry. It's as if he thinks his volume is strength and his presence alone enough to shake foundations. All bravado, a mask without substance.

He struts through our ranks as if he's untouchable. There's a desperation beneath his swagger, a need to be seen, heard, and feared—a hollow need that demands more and more, yet will never be satisfied. And for this reason he must be confronted...

Ninurta stood within the ship's narrow armory, meticulously checking over each piece of his Beskar'gam, his hands moving with steady precision across his armor and weaponry. Though his posture was calm, there was a renewed resolve to his focus, as if he were preparing to face a particularly cunning beast rather than one of his own vod. He glanced over at Careena Fett, who was seated nearby and the Falleen imagined that her gaze may be fixed beyond the viewport as the planet Tatooine loomed larger by the second. The barren dunes and dusty canyons of that world suited their quarry—too well, perhaps.

Breaking the silence, Ninurta spoke in a voice low and contemplative, yet tinged with an almost mocking disdain and inspected the interworkings of his helmet. His mind was on the mission at hand. "Tell me, my Silent Talon, Do you know what Nexus, Anooba's, Jubba birds, and Womp rats have in common?" He asked the question with the deliberate air of someone who didn't expect—or want—a reply.

And yet he had the curiosity and patience to see if she would respond any way.

 

[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Sig Dryggo , Careena Fett , Ninurta Slaabur'r​

Mandalorians were beings of conflict since time immemorial. It shaped them. Perpetuated them. Created them. But it led to a question; to what end would one go to continue the conflict? How steep of a price was one willing to pay in order to obtain glory?

Was Mandalorian blood, their pride and honor, worth shedding to perpetuate it into millenia?

Carduul had found his personal answer.

On the planet of Bimmisaari, he was witness to the strange incident that resulted in the Stormbringer’s end. He had sparred and heard Dryggo’s unfiltered thoughts for himself - perhaps a mistake of fervor, on the other’s part. It was likely the Viper’s tongue that spread those words and thoughts of caution, that had awakened those who were unwary of shadowed blades pressed to their throats. It had all come to a culmination at Dxun, and things had since accelerated to the point they had gathered here now, unwilling to let a crippling blow be dealt. The reaction of the rival Alor at last forwent that pretense of noble and holy designs.

At last, Carduul would make good on his intent without backlash. He would ensure that this Crusade’s honor would remain untainted by the likes of Sig Dryggo , who stalked and schemed in the shadows like the very foes they faced. Who showboated with grandiose promises of futures only he envisioned like a Senator from the Alliance would. But most of all, he would show him the futility of his efforts - because he would not be alone. This could no longer be dismissed as a personal vendetta being enacted, but a recognition of the attempts at little more than sedition.

He did not want it to come to this. The Rally Master had given Dryggo a multitude of warnings, of chances to change his ways. He had ignored all of it, be it out of spite or simply because he truly believed himself greater than it all. Now he sat waiting in one of the cockpit’s seats, poleaxe still in hand and silent. It was a grim endeavor, one that he almost wished to turn away from altogether had it not been necessary.

At the posing of a question from the familiar beastmaster, his helm tilted upwards from grim ruminations, distracted momentarily by the wayward line of thought. The question was not directed towards him, but he could not help but wonder as to its answer. Perhaps it was that, despite their varying sizes, they were all still predators? A thoughtful hum left, as they descended to the port where information had placed the Mandalorian of the day to have visited.

 

[Sig Dryggo]

"Death is inevitable. Those who fool themselves into believing otherwise are only causing more pain in the future.” -Mandalor the Ultimate
Tags: Careena Fett | Ninurta Slaabur'r | Carduul Akahl

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Sig’s sensors lit up his helmets heads-up-display. A frigate had just landed, Neo-Crusader colors marking her allegiance. He smirked before standing from the booth. Calmly he made his way out onto the sandy roads of Mos Eisley and cooly stride towards the spaceport.

He finally reached his destination a few minutes later: a small house nuzzled between two large storefronts, located about two hundred feet from the spaceport entrance due east. Inside the small abode was nothing out of the ordinary, seeming to the untrained eye to be a regular place of residence.

Sig however walked over to a small table in the corner and activated a small button that hid on its underside. The wall beside the table them hissed and a hidden door opened to reveal a small wall of monitors. On the monitors was all of the surrounding area; starting at the spaceport and going till the cantina, a significant portion of the city under Sig’s watchful eye.

There they were. Exiting the ship he saw his vod; Careena, Ninurta, and Carduul. Despite never directly interacting with the Alor herself, Sig respected Careena and saw her appearance as an honor. Less surprising was Ninurta and Carduul, both of which had already publicly expressed their doubts with Sig and his goals. It didn’t matter who came, ultimately, Sig knew it would end the same way. But he’d have fun first.

Sitting at the bottom of the monitors was a long console to input commands. Sig eyes the console for a moment with glee. Quickly he began typing away.

Outside, on the street his vod would inevitably enter and upon which the hut sat, small turrets emerged on several rooftops. Beneath the ground in several random spots mines activated and began to hum, awaiting anyone to near them for activator. He had booby-trapped and rigged the street.

He hadn’t employed his childhood tactics to combat. Until now.

 

[Careena Fett]

The Wolf Hunts

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Tatooine​

| Objective | Weed the Treacherous​

Careena inspected her sidearm in hand as she held it in front of her in both hands before holstering it, picking a beskaad up and inspecting the edge as well before sheathing it. Accompanying her were two trusted and respected members of the Neo-Crusades, both of whom Careena regarded highly; the beastmaster Ninurta and wise Carduul.​

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She glanced over to Ninurta Slaabur'r who began to address her with a riddle, Carduul Akahl remaining silent with his signature poleaxe in hand. They were near their destination as the pilot called out to her announcing their arrival as she stood up and walked over to the rear of the ship where the ramp would lower. She took a moment to ponder the question, though could not find a common trait amongst them all that made sense other than they were non-sentient creatures, all of which were predatory in nature, deferring to the Faleen accompanying her, "Enlighten me Beastmaster."​

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Her hand lifted up as it grabbed ahold of an overhead handle as the ship soon made landfall, the hiss and plumes of steam flashing as the ramp lowered to reveal the hot sands of Tatooine as they arrived in one of the spaceports. She would hear Ninurta's response as she exited the ship, expecting them to follow as she glanced around. Sig had the element of surprise and home field advantage, and was no doubt well aware that this day would come. They would need to be careful when engaging him. A cornered beast was always the most ferocious.​

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And just as sure as the sun rises and falls, her suspicions were confirmed as she stepped out into the street, turrets appearing on the rooftops and turning to target them, immediately triggering her jetpack as she strafed off to the side to get to cover.​

 

[Ninurta Slaabur'r]

Location: Tatooine
Objective: Reap the sown.
Allies: Careena Fett Carduul Akahl
Target: Sig Dryggo

"They're creatures that can thrive in numbers, reliant on their pack to bolster their strength. Aggressive, cunning and yet alone, they're skittish, unsure, easily scattered, even by a passing shadow." His gaze shifted, scanning his prepared weaponry with renewed scrutiny. "Sig Dryggo was no different. As much as he paraded himself, his strength was always in the noise of others, the press of bodies, the unity of warriors who would guard his back."

Ninurta clicked his gauntlet shut, the sound punctuating his thought like a final sentence. "But now he's run from the warmth of his pack to this wasteland, this hive of low lives and scavengers," he remarked, with a slight sneer as he thought of Tatooine's unforgiving sands. "A lone womp rat hiding in the dirt, thinking it can evade the hunters by returning to what is familiar. Ironic no?" He remarked and then placed his helmet over his head. The ship rumbled aloud and groaned as they made their landing and the beastmaster let Careena Fett take lead in head out to begin their hunt. When the ramp extended down, Ninurta glanced back to Carduul Akahl and nodded before the sound of a jetpack registered for the Falleen to hear. He could only assume it to be trouble and found himself instinctually activating his personal energy shield and giving himself a moment to scan the enviorment. His HUD and targeting systems identified the problem within seconds and prompted him to a alleyway for the best cover.

He dashed to the side once off the ships ramp and crouched.

 

[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Sig Dryggo , Careena Fett , Ninurta Slaabur'r​

“An apt description, Beast Master.” Carduul spoke aloud, breaking his silence as he rose to a stand. A contemplative hum left the helm, “I pity him, in some way. He has fallen far from our Way. Reduced to having to hide away once more, a Dar’manda true.” The metallic taps of his poleaxe resounded against metal, “Alas, I have no more to give than I already have.” Being dulled by the sands of Tatooine. They had landed, and disembarked. The desolate air, the quiet atmosphere, all thrumming with an underlying tension.

Even if Sig Dryggo did not have the heart of a Mandalorian, he still had the training of one. An unfortunate fact that was put on display as soon as they stepped into the den of this corner beast. The subtle chhk-chk of metal and gears whirred in the otherwise quiet settlement, before the roar of blaster fire rang out all around. Forced to take quick action, his jetpack flared to life with the rest of his compatriotes. The sudden movement, the thrust of the jetpack, unfortunately caused a sensitive mine to be set off just as he was taking off.

The Rally Master was sent careening further than intended, crashing directly into a nearby building and tumbling to his feet. Rattled, but at the very least in better cover. A huff as he gathered his surroundings, pressed against sandstone foundations as he unholstered his heavy blaster pistol. He should have expected Dryggo would resort to such tactics over a final, honorable duel that may have seen him redeemed.

The first thing he did in return, was step out of cover from the opposite direction, and take a measured shot into the side of one of the turrets suppressing the position of Careena Fett or Ninurta Slaabur'r . Hopefully, he would either draw its attention for the others to capitalize on, or disable it entirely.

 

[Sig Dryggo]

"Death is inevitable. Those who fool themselves into believing otherwise are only causing more pain in the future.” -Mandalor the Ultimate
Tags: Careena Fett | Ninurta Slaabur'r | Carduul Akahl

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As his vod took various steps to dodge the barrage of sentry-gun fire that now descended upon them, Sig smirked. Pressing his finger firmly down on a small button at the center of the console before him, his head lowered to a small microphone. “You didn’t think it was going to be easy, did you?” He taunted, his voice booming over the street intercoms.

On the various monitors he watched as they evaded the initial assault. Eyeing the one displaying Careena, he pressed a few buttons on the control panel. “You can’t keep your own clan in line, Alor,” he taunted, as a nearby wall she landed near exploded outward. From it a small swarm of buzz droids. Although easy enough to take care of on their own, a swarm of the small droids could overwhelm even the most seasoned of fighters.

His eyes darted to the right: the screen with Ninurta. The beast master was surely a foe Sig anticipated with a sinister glee. Tapping the console this time would have the sentry-gun closest to the beast master fire a series of canisters. As they impacted the ground they exploded with a cloud of green covering the immediate area. “You Falleen have some powerful pheromones,” he announced over the intercom, “Don’t worry, it won’t kill you. Just overwhelm every sense to the point where you’ll wish for death.”

Finally he turned to the screen with Carduul. He was proficient in destroying one of his guns, something he’d likely repeat as he progressed down the street. It didn’t matter, for buried just beneath the sandy street they fought upon was a dozen land mines primed. “What do you hope to achieve by killing me, I wonder,” he questioned the trio, his voice genuine and true. “Do you know what our people’s greatest weakness is? Short-sighted. Kill me today and claim personal glory or satisfaction; whatever it is it won’t matter.”

He let a laugh escape his lungs before stopping a moment. “No, deep within your hearts you all know the inescapable truth: what I’ve started won’t die with me. You can’t fight nature, you can’t fight change. And when I’m gone, they’ll just be a new monster that’ll pick up where I left off.” He let his words sink in. They couldn’t deny him this truth: his message was out there and it was heard. Even though their numbers were small in comparison to his own clan, there were those among the other clans who likely turned to his vision for their people.

Sig quickly typed away on the primary console, entering in a series of commands as quickly as a protocol droid would. As soon as he finished he stood up and eyed the monitors one final time. “My death will be a message, sure, but will it be the one you intend?”

Without hesitation he turned and made his way out the small abode and into the street. Walking to the center, he stood like an old gunslinger one would read about in Republic serials as a child. His hands hovered over his dual pistols and his eyes scanned the road ahead of him.

They were ahead of him down the street; between them were half a dozen still firing sentry-guns on rooftops and the unseen landmines beneath the surface. There he waited.

 

[Careena Fett]

The Wolf Hunts

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Tatooine​

| Objective | Weed the Treacherous​

Careena's gaze turned to Carduul Akahl being sent flying after detonating a hidden mine, her rangefinder immediately lowering over her visor as she scanned the sand. Hidden turrets and mines to make their confrontation all the more troublesome; what other hidden threats may Sig Dryggo have in waiting for them she wondered. They will have to be more vigilant of the threats Sig had so carefully laid out for them. A quick glance over at Carduul to ensure he was alive and breathing and then back towards Ninurta Slaabur'r to see he had already taken cover. She holstered her pistol as she reached over her shoulder to grab her rifle, making some adjustments to handle the turrets, and readying herself as she peaked from cover to get a read on the turret's positions.​

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Some speakers came to life as Sig's familiar voice taunted them. Words were all they were - nothing said by a traitor would phase her; especially when it came to her own clan. Even if some among her own had their opinions on how she led, she was still their alor at the end of the day, and she had not once betrayed their faith or trust in the cause she fought for. She muttered under her breath as her gaze followed to where Carduul was drawing fire, taking note of the laser fire's direction. She quickly peeked the corner, bringing her rifle to bear as she took aim and squeezed the trigger, firing off a carefully placed ion shot at it to give Carduul an opening to breathe as the turret sputtered and powered down. Another turret immediately turned to where she fired from as she quickly retreated around the corner as it began to open fire on her location.​

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She grew tired of hearing his venomous banter. By the time this was over, she would be sure to silence his treasonous words once and for all.​

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[Ninurta Slaabur'r]

Location: Tatooine
Objective: Reap the sown.
Allies: Careena Fett Carduul Akahl
Target: Sig Dryggo

His eyes darted to the right: the screen with Ninurta. The beast master was surely a foe Sig anticipated with a sinister glee. Tapping the console this time would have the sentry-gun closest to the beast master fire a series of canisters. As they impacted the ground they exploded with a cloud of green covering the immediate area. “You Falleen have some powerful pheromones,” he announced over the intercom, “Don’t worry, it won’t kill you. Just overwhelm every sense to the point where you’ll wish for death.”

Ninurta crouched low, his Falleen instincts screaming danger as the sentry guns swiveled toward him. The first volley of canisters detonated too fast for him to fully evade. A hissing cloud of green gas burst forth, enveloping him before he could engage his jetpack to escape.

His pupils constricted sharply, and a flash of terror crossed his mind as Sig Dryggo's words echoed over the intercom.

The gas took hold! Surging adrenaline and dopamine levels to extreme levels in his system. Tactile senses sent into overdrive and delivering information to his brain at speeds that only brought agonizing mental pain and insanity. Stumbling out from the cloud assisted by his jet pack, Ninurta roared, a sound that did not resonate with anything human. His own body was already had heightened senses, but now everything had been dialed to one hundred. His thoughts, usually calm and calculating, became a chaotic spiral of aggression. In a bizarre fashion he was no longer the beast-master, but a beast.

He charged blindly into the open street, his hands instinctively reaching for his Acidic Paragon Vibro-Ax, the weapon humming to life as the ultrasonic vibro generator activated. He swung wildly at the nearest obstacle—a speeder parked along the road—which crumpled under the force of his blows. The xenoboric acid etched deep scars into the vehicle's metal, sending a plume of smoke into the air and a small yield explosion that knocked the armored Falleen over with a thud. As soon as he was knocked down though, he recovered with haste. Blaster fire from the turrets was almost immediate after and pummeled over Ninurta's figure. At first the red energy bounced off him with light blue shielding flashing over him but soon, when his personal shield generator had burned out, the incoming fire was now ravaging his armored frame and forcing him backward by the dozens. Tearing through gaps in some of the armor plates and into the armor weave body suit underneath. Whatever displays of grace he had been known for in past battles was no where to be seen here. His movements, flurries and parrying strikes were crude, animalistic and savage.

It was amazing in his current state that he could still manage to block a small minority of the blaster bolts that came at him. Though the flurry of the majority ravaged over his mid rib. It was clear that despite his rage and behavior that something was terribly wrong with him as he fought through various occurring injuries.

Injuries he perhaps would not feel till the pheromonal gas wore off...

In his frenzied state, Ninurta's sharp mind flickered back into focus just long enough to identify what he saw and thought to be the turret system's position. He staggered and spun his weapon one more time in a figure eight, his enhanced muscles trembling with the strain of both the frenzy and his attempt to see through the haze of senses that effected his vision. Holding his Vibro-ax over head and leveraging it back he heaved the weapon toward what his mind told him to be the source of incoming fire!

There was no way for Ninurta to know that his own senses had betrayed him. The xenobroic vibro-ax left his hand and was poised for Carduul Akahl 's torso!!

 

[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Sig Dryggo , Careena Fett , Ninurta Slaabur'r​

Confidence mounted as metal debris scattered in the wake of explosions - his own . Turrets began falling from precise shots from the small entourage, one after the other - each to make an opening for one of the others in a slow and methodical advance. It was but the beginning of the battle today, but nonetheless the fervor of the fight fueled him. Today was a matter of justice. Of honor. Of duty. Aside from their collective cause, there was little else a Mandalorian could aspire to pursue akin to this - the execution of one so low.

With a flourish of the poleaxe, teeth grit beneath the helm as he moved forward with the opening provided by Careena Fett . “I should’ve known, Dryggo, that you would dare not face your death as a Mandalorian would!” Carduul roared aloud, as he did his best to continue maneuvering the defenses - BEEP, BEEP, BEEP;

Keen senses, keener reactions, and a jettison of flame saw him narrowly push through the mines milliseconds before they went off. It was not pretty, but it kept him mobile. Always moving, never staying still, as the rippling shockwave sent him into a somersault forwards. His cape scorched in the billowing sands, armor singed as stray hits and trauma was absorbed. “You are the worst of what I fight against in our people. You pretend to don our armor, follow our ways, but you have bastardized it into but a means to an end.”

Coming from the roll into a full sprint, he would be forced to seek yet more cover as they advanced. The defenses were getting more entrenched, more specific.

“Your very sight has failed you, and you claim us blind. When your end is at hand, you will face it as a hut’uun. This is your last chance to save what little remains of your forsaken honor.”​

Suddenly, he saw a volley of gas canisters be shot over to Ninurta Slaabur'r with a blaring of the intercomms, only for them to emerge stumbling. Only for a sudden burst of fervor, a roar of rage. An unreadable expression lay beneath the helm, though it was undoubtedly one of surprise. Ninurta, usually one so reserved with a calculation and poise befitting the predators that he made himself the master of, had abandoned all rhyme or reason. Perhaps Dryggo’s machinations had finally broken that line of calm? “What manner of-”

The spoken aloud thought was cut short, as he suddenly saw him twist around and hurl his weapon directly towards him. It flashed against the black visor as it rapidly approached, Carduul pulling up his own weapon just barely. A loud, reverberating CLANG! of metal against metal thundered out, sending the Rally Master staggering aback from the sheer force of the frenzied blow that harshly scraped against his shoulder. He was not too knowledgeable about the intricacies of Falleen biology, but undoubtedly, the machinations of the wretched shriek-hawk that was Sig were the cause. “Ninurta, reign hold of thyself! Let not your mind be slave to delusions!” He decreed aloud. Swiftly, his footing adjusted between buildings as turret fire still continued to rain around them - potentially forced onto the metaphorical backfoot should the Beastmaster have continued to press their assault for longer.

 

[Sig Dryggo]

"Death is inevitable. Those who fool themselves into believing otherwise are only causing more pain in the future.” -Mandalor the Ultimate
Tags: Careena Fett | Ninurta Slaabur'r | Carduul Akahl

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From where he stood at the end of the road, Dig could see the explosions and action unfolding not far from his position. Over the sounds of the blasting and explosions he could hear Carduul cursing him and his claim as a Mandalorian. Words that meant nothing to Sig.

Chuckling to himself he placed his pistols back in their holster and from his back revealed a new weapon: a large two-handed war-mace, the metal of course being beskar. Smirking, he began to snake his way down the street, knowing exactly where the mines were, and ended up at the entrance to the small alleyway that Ninurta and Carduul now found themselves inside of; as he neared the sentry-guns firing on their position instantly switched to Careena, giving Sig the space he’d need to make a strike of his own.

Watching as Ninurta made his way towards Carduul. Knowing one’s mind was muddled and the other now distracted, Sig gripped his mace tightly as his slow walk broke into a full sprint. Letting out a blood-thirsty war-cry, Sig raised the heavy mace above his right shoulder and leaped forward.

Landing firmly, all his momentum and force went into bringing the mace down in front of him diagonally; the intention was to either land a hit on Ninurta’s shoulder or, if he evaded it, carduul’s chest. Their armor would likely protect them, but given the beskar material it would definitely do damage if it hit.

Regardless he’d jump a few paces back after the initial strike and eyed his former vod. “There is no escape from me!” Letting out another war-cry, he launched himself forward once more. This second strike with the mace would come as an underhand strike, intending on hitting and knocking off one of their helmets.

Whenever was hit wouldn’t matter, at least not in the long run. No this was all apart of SigMs Game. And it was a Game he believed only he had mastered.
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[Feydrik Munin]

TRAITOR.​

“My death will be a message, sure, but will it be the one you intend?”

"You won't be around to find out."

Feydrik said, finally making his way to the fight. It had taken him too long- but more truthfully, he was watching. He hadn't been able to ascertain if it was true, but he saw how he moved. And then, it was his own words. For the briefest of moments, Feydrik wasn't sure who was right and who was wrong. But he knew that the others could handle the traitor.

He had to deal with his kin.

"I will deal with the Beastmaster."

He clicked his fists together, crushgaunts scraping against each other with a distinct CLINK CLINK sound. He made his way to the street, not using the beskad or the pistol strapped to his side- no, Feydrik was confident that he could handle the Beastmaster while the others were dealing with the enraged, cowardly zealot. He approached him, confidently, slowly, unassumingly casually.

The Beastmaster was not himself. He was not to be killed, or to be maimed. But- he had to be stopped. So, Feydrik approached, a casual walk, before his hands went up in a fighting stance- before he dropped low and turned his torso left, pivoting his entire body....

And an elbow went right for the Beastmaster's head. He held back enough to not cause any serious damage- but the reality was that there was no "easy knockout" here. He'd have to fight the Beastmaster tooth and nail. But, Feydrik was not the Champion in many arenas for nothing. He hoped to bring a swift end to the Beastmaster's unfortunate madness, wrought on by their treacherous brethren.

And, soon to be crucified traitor. Feydrik didn't say sorry immediately to Ninurta.

He'd say sorry later.

Perhaps if Ninurta forgave him if he had to fracture every bone the man had to stop him. But he thought the older warrior would understand, surely. Or at least-

Wouldn't have the capacity to hurt Feydrik for quite a while.

Ninurta Slaabur'r l Carduul Akahl l Careena Fett l Sig Dryggo​

 

[Careena Fett]

The Wolf Hunts

C a r e e n a _ F e t t

| Location | Tatooine​

| Objective | Weed the Treacherous​

Careena's rifle kicked as she quickly moved the lever to ready the next shot, shifting her position to keep the turrets guessing where she would fire from, each trigger pull silencing a turret as she clambered onto the rooftops of the sandstone huts that lined the streets to avoid buried mines. Soon silence would fall as she quickly dispatched all the turrets that she could see. Throughout the whole encounter since they had been engaged she remained silent, focused like a laser and sharp as a bladed edge, letting her actions speak for her. Carduul Akahl decidedly wished to open a dialogue with Sig Dryggo in an attempt to find something for him to redeem, but she knew that their former comrade and brother in arms was far beyond any redemption at this point.​

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Her breath would be saved to steady her aim, her crosshair set on Sig Dryggo as he emerged onto the streets wielding a mace, looking for the crook in between his torso and head to strike.​

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Careena's eyes glanced off to the side, briefly glancing the canisters that were launched at Ninurta Slaabur'r seemingly have taken a hold on the beastmaster as they entered a frenzy. She had little time to process what had happened, her instincts kicking in as the Beastmaster threw their axe at the Rallymaster with lethal intent. Careena silently cursed from beneath her helmet as instincts screamed at her to take the shot, but Sig had positioned himself to put her in a compromising position to potentially collateral Ninurta and Carduul as well while he initially swung at them.​

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Her hesitance caused her to wave off her shot, lowering her rifle as she raised her forearm to shoot off a whipcord, the cable wrapping its way around the shaft of Sig's mace before he swung a second time, the cable anchored just underneath the head of the mace the Alor swiftly unpairing the launcher from her gauntlet as she magnetized it to a metal pole jutting from the sandstone hut she was perched on. It wouldn't hold long but it would force Sig to adjust his grip on his weapon to slide it free of the cable.​

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Thankfully Feydrik Munin had intervened to combat Ninurta's frenzy, lessening the number of things she had to worry about. She quickly locked her rifle to her pack as she hopped down to the street, having taken note where Sig stepped to ensure she didn't trigger any mines as she flicked her wrist, a vibro knife extending from her gauntlet into an outstretched hand while she pulled out a vibro tomahawk in her other.​

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[Sig Dryggo]

"Death is inevitable. Those who fool themselves into believing otherwise are only causing more pain in the future.” -Mandalor the Ultimate
Tags (New Posting Order): Sig Dryggo | Careena Fett | Ninurta Slaabur'r | Carduul Akahl | Feydrik Munin

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Sig’s grip on his mace remained firm, though his footing was thrown for a brief moment and it sent the mace into the nearby wall, collapsing it inward. Quickly turning to face his two aggressors, one of which was the prize fighter Feydrik himself, he let a smirk fall upon his lips.

“Now we can have some real fun.”

Letting his mace loose, his newly freed hand quickly tapped the buttons on his wrist. Within a second the ground beneath them shook. Before anyone could process what was happening it had already happened:

BOOM BOOM BOOM!!!​

The landmines that had decorated the landscape had detonated all at once, sending sand, ash, and debris into the world around the Mandalorian fighters. Only a second had passed after the initial blast that a series of second blasts went off:

Nearby the watchtower for the spaceport exploded from the middle, sending the tower down into the ground. The hut containing the monitors Sig has glanced initially had also detonated, destroying it and several other buildings directly around it.

An entire neighborhood of Mos Eisley was now reduced to ash and rubble with small fires now covering the entire area. The resulting destruction also started a small sandstorm that now covered most the spaceport.

Sig there his arms and legs forward, throwing the large wall that had fallen atop him away from him. Falling forward he took a breath of air in, the filters of his helmet protecting him from the various ash and dust particles now within the air. His visor flashed a brief warning and he glanced down at his armor which crackled with electricity slightly. The small shield he installed has done it’s job.

Standing, he glanced the immediate area. It didn’t do much good, as the newly formed sandstorm and explosions aftermath left his sensors scrambled and his own vision limited to just a few feet.

Taking his mace tightly in his grip, he began moving about the debris. His targets survived, he didn’t think any would fall to his trickery anyhow. Still, even if they took damage they certainly would use the new environmental hazards to their advantage.

 

[Ninurta Slaabur'r]

Location: Tatooine
Objective: Madness
Allies: Carduul Akahl Careena Fett Feydrik Munin
Enemies: Sig Dryggo

Landing firmly, all his momentum and force went into bringing the mace down in front of him diagonally; the intention was to either land a hit on Ninurta’s shoulder or, if he evaded it, carduul’s chest. Their armor would likely protect them, but given the beskar material it would definitely do damage if it hit.

As Sig Dryggo's mace arced down, its speed and power were undeniable, a furious display of that same raw aggression that Ninurta had seen countless times before. The weapon struck its mark with a sickening crack against Ninurta's shoulder, the beastmaster unable to fully evade the crushing blow. The impact was catastrophic for his armor. The maalraa bone plating, though resilient against blasters and lightsabers, was ill-suited to withstand such a concentrated kinetic assault. The mace shattered through the outer layers of bone like brittle bark beneath an axe, sending jagged fragments flying in a wide arc. Pieces of bone, sharp as shrapnel, scattered into the air, some embedding themselves into the dirt around them, others striking nearby objects with soft, dull clinks.

Beneath the broken armor, the reinforced animal hides absorbed what little force they could, but the damage had already been done. Ninurta sent staggering back from the impact, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as the force reverberated through his entire frame. His footing eluded him and if it was not for a nearby stand, then he would of ate the dirt. The blunt trauma surged through his shoulder, leaving the muscles beneath the hides bruised and pulsing with, for the time being, numb pain. The grinding ache of bone and tissue told him that the mace had likely dislocated the joint, leaving his arm hanging awkwardly for a moment before he gritted his teeth and stood with a predatory hunch once again. His system fueled by an over production adrenaline or other hormones.

Green blood seeped beneath the remains of his cracked armor, dripping onto the ground as his head turned looking for the man that dared strike him. But due to the over exposure of pheromones, Ninurta was seeing the image of Sig Dryggo everywhere. "Schutta! You hit like a runaway thresher beast!" Ninurta screamed, his voice wild and gravelly, cutting through the chaos with amplifiers in his helm. "But even beasts know… a wounded predator fights hardest when cornered! This is just a tasting you young little shit! Now I'm gut you like the zucca boar you are and carbon flush your corpse!"

He clicked his fists together, crushgaunts scraping against each other with a distinct CLINK CLINK sound. He made his way to the street, not using the beskad or the pistol strapped to his side- no, Feydrik was confident that he could handle the Beastmaster while the others were dealing with the enraged, cowardly zealot. He approached him, confidently, slowly, unassumingly casually.

The Beastmaster was not himself. He was not to be killed, or to be maimed. But- he had to be stopped. So, Feydrik approached, a casual walk, before his hands went up in a fighting stance- before he dropped low and turned his torso left, pivoting his entire body....

And an elbow went right for the Beastmaster's head. He held back enough to not cause any serious damage- but the reality was that there was no "easy knockout" here. He'd have to fight the Beastmaster tooth and nail. But, Feydrik was not the Champion in many arenas for nothing. He hoped to bring a swift end to the Beastmaster's unfortunate madness, wrought on by their treacherous brethren.

In his perception of sensory overload and delusion, Ninurta saw his opponent approach in crimson haze. No weapons, just fist to fist and the Falleen felt the surge of emotion over take his disciplined upbringing. If one could see beneth his fractured bone armor, one would observe the shift of green hues drastically turn brown. He was emotionally compromised and he didn't care. He just wanted to fight. All he could do was fight. His arm hung weakly at first, but he flexed his fingers, testing the limits of movement with a grunt of effort. I'll make this work. Ninurta rolled his injured shoulder acouple times with a snarl of pain before his hand dipped into a pouch and slipped a vibroknuckler into grasp. With a tight grip the weapon activated with a distinct ultrasonic hum.

His foe closed the distance and enough was seen to understand that a stance had been assumed. Then the strike came. A elbow that was messily blocked with the beastmasters good arm and put him off balance. It made his counter sloppy. Lashing out with a lethal vibroknuckler assisted hook to the exposed side of who he thought was his true enemy, in reality he was fighting his own vod Feydrik Munin

It was only after that, the shockwaves and the man made "sandstorm" of explosions seemed to be recognized as an additional threat and factor. A shockwave of fire, debris and sand that poised to engulf him...

 

[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Sig Dryggo , Careena Fett , Ninurta Slaabur'r , Feydrik Munin​

Feydrik had appeared just as Ninurta pressed his assault, in all his stoic fury. A good thing, too - for Carduul would’ve soon found himself taken upon two fronts. Blaster fire rained down upon their position, his shoulder cloak receiving several new holes as he deftly withdrew. Then, a figure in dull crimson had at last appeared from the shadows, striking upon the disoriented Beastmaster that had been encroaching.

There you are.

There were no more words of grandstanding, further offers of surrender. Carduul had motioned forward with a fierce focus, a burst of flame propelling him forwards before - suddenly, explosions rattled everywhere at once. Sand kicked up in a firestorm of dust and debris from a ruined locale.

The display truly was representative of the individual they had come to strike down today. They would destroy everything in their pursuit for power, of vengeance, whatever selfish greed that had rotted their heart beyond even the Crusader’s standards.

The Rally Master was buried beneath dust and rubble, yet the fire and rage in his soul refused to lay down and die. He could not move, but he still had tools. His senses, disoriented as they were, could still hear footsteps close, the sound of debris being pushed away. So he lied in wait, like a predator awaiting for just the right moment. He listened for the steps to move closer, before his right fist clenched, and a sudden boom emitted - a sonic weapon radiating outwards, sending the debris that had once buried himself flying outwards.

And just in front of him, was Dryggo.

“BETRAYER!”​

A roar of rage had resounded just beyond the smokescreen of debris and rubble he had sent flying towards the rogue Mandalorian, following up and falling upon the man with all the bloodthirst he had withheld. His weapon had raised, the blunt end whirling around and sent careening towards their upper body - shoulder, neck, head, wherever he could manage to land. Should it land, the would’ve been a powerful strike, designed for putting down armored foes the likes of which Carduul feared he may one day have to face.

That hesitation was behind him now. This insurrection would end by his bloodied hand, for the sake of all Mandalorians. The Rally Master’s assault pressed on, regardless of the reaction.