Last Watch - The Mandalorian Dominion of Agamar Hex [Cathar and Ord Cestus]

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Kiltik Mound
Objective: Blood Hunt
[member="Davon Karr"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Caspian Rekali"] [member="Melina Tervho"]
[Post 7]

Draco breathed deep, filling his lungs with one last breath of clean air before following the Cathar warriors into the gaping chasm filled with the sound of chittering and clanking mandibles. The air was thick and heavy, a must lingered in the air that filled the senses, the smell of decades old insects.

The felinoid warriors came to the cross section and began their work, deftly striking at eyes and mouth of the insects. It was not long before the giant creatures were beginning to pile upon one another. Draco sighed one last time, clutching to his calm center in his mind, hoping to hang on to it through out the ritual. To find an iota of peace in all the carnage of the blood hunt.

He twisted the hilt of his sword and it extended, elongating into a glaive that he used to support one of the Cathar Warriors, striking at Kiltiks behind the one it was engaging, covering his off hand side from the mindless soldier-drones they engaged. He felt no appreciation through the Force, but no detestation either. It was just something that was happening and the warrior paid it no mind. With the long haft Draco was able to sweep the haft, pushing the beetle like insects away from he and his comrade keeping them at a slight distance to jab at their eyes with either the butt-spike or the razor sharp blade, slowly adding kills to his own list.

Unlike his Mandalorian comrades, Draco carried no blaster or pistol. He brought only himself and his sword, weapon enough for this. He would not call upon the Force like others might here, to do so would be dishonorable and disdainful. No, Draco would reserve what limited presence he had in the Force to reinforcing his body, staving off fatigue and weariness so that he could continue fighting throughout the hours of the day, for he suspected they would all be at the brink of exhaustion come the end.

The Cathar beside him grinned, his sword finding the seam between the kiltik's exoskeleton. "They are mindless, but they are strong, not without a quiet respect for they are what they are, without evil or good. We fight them because we must. They must be slain, their meat used to feed us, their shells to shelter us, they devour, and so, we must stop them." He grunted between breaths and movements of his sword, pausing to speak for a moment each phrase before hacking at another kiltik's legs, eyes, or mandibles. "Or be devoured in turn."

It reminded Draco of a saying he had heard as a boy, about standing up against injustices, though it was hardly the same thing. It was nature, the simple food chain here. Eat or be eaten. Perhaps that was the peace of mind he sought. The cause of every battle was hardly that way, but once they began, the people fighting them, it certainly was.

 

[Caspian Rekali]

Location: Kiltik Mound
Objective: Blood Hunt
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Melina Tervho"]
Post: [3/20]

Caspian took in the last breaths of clean and fresh outside air, letting it fill his lungs before descending into the hive. The native warriors had already began the harvest striking out at these gargantuan beetle insects. Their precise and deadly motions striking out and cutting down these insect creatures, these were warriors with many years of experience. Long have the cathar people had to deal with the kitlik infestations, they were masters of death dealing when it came to these monsters.

As they made their way into the tunnels Draco and Davon were the first two in the forefront according to the plan they had set up just a few moments prior. Caspian wasn't anxious or eager to jump into the throes of combat he wasn't an impatient hothead like some young less experienced mandalorians might've been in his shoes. It was all a part of his upbringing, his training stressed the need for a warriors patience. You don't need to rush to find battle because the fight will find you whether you want it to or not. Caspian kept his guard up and reached out with his heightened senses, becoming acutely aware of the groups surroundings.

Lo and behold how right he was. One of the kitlik warriors came barreling down a side tunnel as they passed, screeching in that chittering language it spoke as it charged them, snapping its mandibles fervently. Caspian ducked under its initial bite and swung out with his witchsword, severing its two front legs with a fluid strike through the weak points in the joints. As the beast came crashing down he delivered a thrust through the eye of the beast ending its life.

 

[Dariak Talesa]

[member="Jaiyn Viszla"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Bloodshot"] [member="Hark Vizsla"] [member="50H31"]

Objective 8

Being detained by the local law enforcement was not exactly according to the plan. If Dariak's heart could sink any lower it would probably be in his feet about now. He stood silently with his hands clasped along the back of his head. Every so often he'd turn around to glare at Jaiyn or Bloodshot, the two morons who had decided to let loose shots in a cantina of all places, and narrowed his eyes as if trying to mentally beam the desire of wanting to kick their teeth in right into their frontal lobes.

Yet Dariak's mind was also churning out a quick response for the impending interrogation. As much as he wanted to physically wound the two other Mandalorians he wasn't prepared to throw them under the proverbial walker. That and he was worried about what the ranking warriors who had sent him and others to the planet would make of this. Losing to a superior foe, Mandalorians understood. Losing a planet out of sheer stupidity was something else entirely and while Dariak hadn't been directly involved in the scuffle he was at the scene. Indirectly involved.

"Let's just get this over with."

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Objective 8, Post 2.

[member="Jaiyn Viszla"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Hark Vizsla"] | [member="50H31"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"]

Bloodshot growled beneath his helmet, clearly none to pleased about the cessation of hostilities in spite of his small effort to re-ignite them. With obvious reluctance, he shoved the blaster back into its holster and straightened. It was clear that his vode did not lust for violence as he did, and even he wasn't foolish enough to think he could survive against them and the droids. Especially without first seeing what the droids were capable of. He would play along for now because he must, but it was very far from what he truly wished to be doing.

He glanced at the last man to speak and smiled at the animosity that all but rolled off him in waves. He may not have gotten violence, but the other man's anger was at least a small consolation. Maybe once this was all said and done he'd be up for a fight. The ones that really wanted to beat the kriff out of you were always the most fun.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Kiltik Mound/Nest
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Caspian Rekali"], [member="Davon Karr"]
Objective: Blood Hunt

And just like that the battle between the two forces commenced; however, this was a battle that was very unlike than the modern ones in the Galaxy. There were no ordnances, no artillery, no air support, no vehicles, and no armor. This was one that imitated ancient clashes that were fought with spears, swords, axes, bows, crossbows, and hammers. Of course, some Warriors had the aid of a slugthrower or a blaster, but the form of this battle still resembled to the early generations of warfare. Today the Redneck would feel a lot of energy exhausted from him due to the heavy and hard work this hunt would require from each individual that comprised of this collection of Warriors. The universe made it so easy for modern combatants that it was obviously taken for granted, but those that forgot of the ways of the early warlords would wish to be back on the front lines of modern combat.

Something that the Munin realized from this ritual. He was like an immortal when he stepped in the heat of battle with his armor and weaponry. That feeling wasn't with him as he didn't had the protection and comfort of his armor. He was like any mortal. One critical hit from one of the Kiltik and he'd either be gone or injured.

But that wouldn't stop him from being on the front lines. Oh, no, the Field Marshal would never cower from fighting on the front lines of warfare. With his crossbow ready he aimed at a beetle and fired one single bolt from his weapon. The bolt would find itself in the eye of the target which made noises of pain. As it was recovering from the silent attack many Cathar and Mandalorian Warriors assaulted the insect and began slaughtering it. Vilaz would then replace his crossbow for the beskad he had with him, and would find a new enemy to attack.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Objective 8: Envoy

Allies: [member="Dariak Talesa"] @50H31 @Hark Vizsla [member="Jaiyn Viszla"] [member="Bloodshot"]
Post: 5

"Thank you," the elder Vizlsa stated, taking the green vial from Jaiyn and drinking it. He could feel the concoction working its down as the beast used his tunic to cloth the blood from the cauterized wounds. "It is much appreciated." He patted his fellow vod on the shoulder.

Ra now stood tall, looking to the Templar Guard that had encircled them in the bazaar outside the Desert Rose cantina, looking proudly upon them. He had no weapons in his hands, nor did he ever - Ra possessed no weapons at this time. He placed his massive hand on Bloodshot's shoulder, looking at the mercenary's vizor with a soft expression. "These people are not our enemies, and there is no honor in further bloodshed. Come, vod. We must explain this grave misunderstanding to the authorities, on their terms."

Unaware that the Zabrak and the Monk in the background were in charge, Ra merely raised his hands in submission and stepped forward towards the droids. "My name is Ra Vizsla, we are in your city looking for transport - I speak for my fellow wandering companions. We will come peacefully, as we desire to explain why things are not how they look." The Mandalorian looked back at Jaiyn, Dariak, Preliat, Hark and Bloodshot. He nodded, then presented his wrists slowly to be cuffed by the authorities. He motioned to the others to do the same.

 

[Thema Ascapa]

Objective 8

[member="Ra Vizsla"] @Bloodshot @Dariak Talesa @50H31 [member="Hark Vizsla"]

Grumbling all the way, Jaiyn handed one of the officers his helmet, and held his hands out, in a motion similar to Ra's. He didn't exactly like being taken in like this, but it was the best option they had. After all, they hadn't done anything illegal. Except Bloodshot. His actions hadn't just been illegal, but dishonorable. There was no glory to be gained as an executioner.

"It's nothing, old man." He insisted, a blank gaze on his features as he was taken in by the droid. Jaiyn could only hope their leader received medical attention, and a quick, but fair trial. They were foreigners, after all. The authorities would probably be bias to the citizens of the godforsaken planet.

Groaning as he had his weapons removed, Jaiyn took a glance at his now detained partners- He'd just noticed Dariak's glare, which he responded to with an eyeroll, as if saying 'whatever'. Jaiyn still believed his actions had been justified. But he didn't need his fellow's respect- He only needed the chief droid's understanding.

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Excitement on this rock? How could this be? Blaster fire was some what common now and then but to hear it with screams of pain was rather odd. It had been a long time since he heard screams that were not his own after a deep sleep. Work on this planet was drying up fast and he could only hunt small game with his license for so long before the citizens found out how he was so successful. Secrets were hidden for reasons.

Exiting a small building Arceneaux put on his coat and turned his head to the corner, the direction of where his curiosity was leading him. The Cantina? Of course. Someone probably lost damn game of chance. Taking a closer look the middle aged man squinted his eyes watching all the local police do their job. " Mandalorians?" he muttered to himself some. Arceneaux looked around his area slowly. " Its been years...." he paused taking in every detail of their armor design. It reminded him of the past and the memories before his capture on Dathomir. Ever since that horrific day Arceneaux distanced himself from everything mandalorian for quite some time.

His words turned inward to himself and his head tilted up to sniff the air like the hidden monster he was.
<< " What do they want? ">>

[member="Jaiyn Viszla"]
[member="Ra Vizsla"]
[member="Bloodshot"]
[member="Dariak Talesa"]
@Hark Viszla
[member="50H31"]

 

[Rhan Komo]

Objective: 3
Location: Outside the city of Calna Muun
Allies: Mandalore and Allies, [member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Muad Dib"]
Enemies: Death Watch and Allies
Post: 5/25

Rhan nodded once at her next order, before turning to face the other man, giving him a few more moments before assuming nothing else was needed. Looking back towards her, Rhan turned back and headed into the kitchen once again. Perhaps a show of gratitude or wounded pride, the four chefs from earlier were inside preparing the meat and vegetables for a much larger meal that would no doubt be needed. They all each gave Rhan a small glance before returning tirelessly back to their work, as Rhan walked over to any empty station. He spotted the blue hair tresses of his partner Rippana still inside the kitchen tent, they each found one another working on the same meal.

Coordination was key to make a kitchen flow as effectively as possible and Rhan hoped these four chefs would be able to learn from Rippana's and his example. Just as he learned from his old mentors and head chefs, each imparting a piece of their great knowledge on Rhan. The two of pair of hands quickly cleaned and prepared the herbs known as 'behot', it was native to only the planet Mandalore and it left an impression on Rhan (He was sure there were more than one location of these plants). He had several ideas of different plates and drinks that would benefit greatly to this new flavor.

The boiling water was quickly fed the behot and Rhan quickly stored the rest of the herbs away, not letting them to go to waste. Rippana continued to monitor the color of the water change to match the herb. The amber color slowly growing stronger, giving Rippana the indication of how soon their drink would be ready.

"Pirur be-gotal behot" Rippana commentated, "Drink made of Mandalorian Herb," she added, to include the translation.

Giving another raised eyebrow toward her, Rhan nodded as he readied the cups and poured the hot drink into the two cups. "Ja, I can see that," Rhan agreed, unsure of what to make of her sudden interest and growing vocabulary of Mandalorian. "Prepare another two, but add the recipe from that one Prime World where we fell into the flower pit," Rhan said in response as he allowed the cups for a few moments to cool. That comment earned a wicked grin from his partner as she nodded happily and went after to search for the extra ingredients.

Rhan was hardly one to make 'simple' teas, though one could taste simplicity with clear flavors and no overpowering aromas to distract, but Rhan had found Mandalorian cuisine too practical. In fact, both the culture and the cuisine were practical to a fault as compared from the many worlds Rhan had traveled and worked. The food tasted well and well nourishment, cooked quickly and there were of abundance, it was all practical. No off world shipment of spice, no clever flames or broiling tactics use, precise amounts for small servings to entice and deliver an assortment of flavors all that once.

He made his way back over to the table, two cups placed neatly in front of them both. A small stubby piece of the herb laid in each cup, the behot to continue to give a small radiance of flavor and perhaps an enjoyable chew-able stick with a bit more flavor to find. Rhan offered a nod, "Enjoy your drinks mi'lady and sir," Rhan offered with a small bow and nod. "Anything else?" Rhan asked once more, just as a soldier serves, so must he.

 

[50H31]

[member="Arceneaux Priest"] [member="Hark Vizsla"] [member="Jaiyn Viszla"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Dariak Talesa"]


(OOC: whoo, stuff! Hope everyone's having fun playing cops and ronin)


The robot nodded to the elder who spoke up. "Normally I would wait a while to handle a civil trial, but this is a severe situation."


Five-oh spoke up. "RUH4N," the metal monk said plainly. "Detain them and bring them to the temple. I will hear there testimony."


The droid sheathed his sword as the some of the other guards put cuffs on the multiple Mandalorians, as well as several of the Gammorreans, and the man who threw the chair. The large Zabrak nodded to Ra. "You'll be given an opportunity to speak your peace at the Temple," he said, choosing no honorific for the unknown man.


Little did anyone in the street notice the various on-lookers about. Frankly, the medics bringing out the dead body and the several Temple Guards loading the men into a large transport car was the main spectacle. One medic, also in Temple robes, but different colors than the guards, came into the wagon, holding a large hypospray of bacta. "Well, I suppose we'll have to treat those injuries, no sense bleeding out during the trial," the young X'ting woman said with a slightly grumpy tone as she looked at the large, green-eyed humanoid before her. "Hold your arms up, let me assess your damage," he said dryly.


Five-oh called a hover cab. "To the Temple, please," he said softly. "It's time to begin a rather lengthy discussion, I'm afraid."

 

[Rianna Organa]

Location: The camps
Allies: Mandalorians
Post 2

Rianna was able to find a spot open enough to allow the Thranta to land a safe distance from the camps. Within moments of landing the teams began to unload, and enter the camps seeking wounded, and sick.

As always it was the dark eyes of the children staring at them, hiding behind the skirts of their parents that made Rianna hurt. She made sure to bring things that children might like, simple things really. All while they set up the portable clinic.

As she approached a tall female walked towards her, others lingered behind waiting. "I am Kalith, why are you here?" It was evident they had seen too much hardship to trust outsiders.

"I am Rianna, I'm here to help. We want nothing in return just to help" She smiled and extended a hand all while she tried to use the force to show friend, ease, calm all emotions that would take the edge off those who felt threatened.

Kalith extended her own hand, "We have many who could use help. Medicines, Food."

Rianna nodded, "We've brought those things. Those who need food can go to the ship there are people there to distribute to them."

A small smile of relief touched upon Kalith, Rianna moved towards her, "show me those who need help, medicine"

 

[Davon Karr]

Objective 6: Blood Hunt
Allies: [member="Melina Tervho"] [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Caspian Rekali"] | Cathars
Post: 19

Another kiltik came on, snapping its jaws at the air to force him to back off. Davon held his ground, taking a wipe sweep at the nearest leg. The creature lifted its front leg and came in quick.

The old man would have been sheared in half had in not been for the cathar that darted in and got a spear between its legs. The feline charged on, lifting the creature off balance as ichor ran down the haft of the spear.

Davon closed quickly. An upwards swing struck with a loud crack, opening the kiltik's head. The cathar kept pushing until the twitching beetle was pushed to the edge of the corridor.

It turned to him, speaking in broken basic. "Hit...second legs. Not first. Understand?"

Davon nodded, sucking in air. "Got it, thank you."

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: 4
Allies: [member="Anija Betna"][member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemy: Death watch [member="Ebon"]
Post: 6

Sabine ship took an direct impact, as it did the ship yarned and span. She was contemplating going for escape pods, as she saw fire on the bridge. Crews running around with extinguishers, and putting them out. The ship was getting harder to manage, shields where getting low, and her ability to return fire was not a good as she wished. Soon she have to make the decision to abandon ship, or grit her teeth and possibly go down the ship. She was not ready for death, nor was she ready to run, she had tough this out for longer. She turned to helms men and gave him his orders Turn the ship, and go directly at him. Then she told the crew what the plan was, All guns keep firing, we are going into point blank range! She then added If looks like your area of the ship, is about to give way, seal it off and use the escape pods. This was crunch time, and boy was she nervous, and she could sense the crew was too.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Kiltik Mound
Objective: Blood Hunt
[member="Davon Karr"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Caspian Rekali"] [member="Melina Tervho"]
[Post 8]

Draco fell back losing a step as the press of the bugs continued, chittering mandibles and clattering of teeth as they just kept coming. The spear in his hands continued buzzing jabbing at the eyes of the Kiltiks while his Cathar companion occupied the creature's attention and defenses.

One creature lurched forward, seemingly dead and dispatched already. It must have been unconscious and jarred awake when one of its comrades fell on top of it, restoring its motor function to a degree. Its mandible jabbed into Draco's leg, digging into his flesh.

"Ah, sithspit." The words escaped Draco's mouth and he could feel anger bubbling up in his belly. For a moment he wanted nothing more than to fill the tunnel with red lightning that tore at the very life force of those it struck. It was his only thought for a moment, before he could act upon it, his mind returned to him, the wisdom he had heard and the point of his mission.

Instead he smashed his spear down, through the creature's shell and into the ground, stepping back and focusing all of his energy towards the wound, speeding the healing process and quieting the blood loss from the wound. Outlast.

The warrior took a step back, aiding the Cathar at arms length. They were very mobile, and he was so used to planting his feet and holding firm. It was different in these tunnels, outside of his comfort zone.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Objective 8: Envoy

Allies: [member="Dariak Talesa"] @50H31 @Hark Vizsla [member="Jaiyn Viszla"] [member="Bloodshot"] [member="Arceneaux Priest"]
Post: 6

Ra nodded to the Zabrak and did as instructed, calmly offering his hands to one of the droids so that he may be handcuffed.

He was marched to the taxi, though a certain man caught his eye. Raising a grey eyebrow at one [member="Arceneaux Priest"], the larger Mandalorian kept his eyes fixated for a fleeting moment and then resumed to staring straight ahead. He would not lower his head like some common criminal or someone in trouble - this was all a formality, for the great beast was going to explain his and the other vod's story for why they were caught in that particular predicament. Besides, there was no pen nor door that could hold a Mandalorian. This city and its owners would rely on their trade and good tidings, Ra thought. Returning a prominent man such as Ra in a highly esteemed clan such as Vizsla would go a long way towards establishing those good tidings after such a huge miscommunication and confusion of the situation.

After the cab ride, the Mandalorians were separated and taken to their detainment rooms to be interrogated for details. Ra nodded to the other Mandalorians.

"Keep your heads about and answer their questions. We are guests here."

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Objective 8​

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Post 3​

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Preliat's eyes shot over to the incoming Temple Guards, and ran through the very violent scenario in his head. However, it was against the current mission and task. He was not here as a conqueror and a warrior. He was here to be a good boy and show the people of this hellhole of a planet that he wasn't there to kill them all. His personal mission, however, was to make it a point to let them know that he very well could if he wanted to. But he couldn't really do that, dealing with this situation. Or maybe he could. Most likely leaning in the 'not' direction, however.

Preliat got into the meatwagon, and was disarmed. The process wasn't long, Preliat didn't have much. Just a knife, his tomahawk, and the two blasters. And the jetpack. He was allowed his armor, and he suspected it was to avoid causing an incident. He'd be damned if someone tried to take it from him. Especially since he probably smelled like ass under the flightsuit. The good thing about the flighsuit is that it really sealed in the flavor.

Preliat was taken to a separate cell, and he sat in the chair, and crossed his arms and laid his helmet on the table. He rapped his armored fingers on his bicep, waiting for the 'good cop, bad cop' routine to start.

 

[Thema Ascapa]

Objective 8

[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="50H31"] [member="Dariak Talesa"] [member="Bloodshot"]

Jaiyn stepped into the cart with no quarrel, only occasionally eyeing his helmet longingly. He'd have to reclaim it when they were done with this whole fiasco. Still, he didn't regret taking it off. The day was hot, even without a durasteel mask on your face. Drumming his cuffed hands against his thighs, he avoided speaking to anyone on the ride towards the droid's containment facility. There were dozens of questions racing through his head- Most involving the identity of their attackers. Whether or not they were actually just random drunks, Jaiyn didn't know. But he'd ask Ra on their way out.

Exiting the cab the moment they reached the Temple, Jaiyn let himself be escorted towards the holding cell. A few dozen hallways later, he found himself in the room along with his other Mandalorians, and a single droid officer. Jaiyn wouldn't offer much resistance. The law was on their side, all that was demanded of them was time. Time, and a clear explanation of the situation. "You got it." He said to Ra's vague command.

 

[Dariak Talesa]

[member="Jaiyn Viszla"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Bloodshot"] [member="Hark Vizsla"] [member="50H31"]


Without a word or fuss Dariak had followed his fellow Mandalorians into the back of the wagon. He sat on one of the shelf-like benches in the vehicle and rested his head against the wall with his eyes closed. Dariak figured that he could benefit from a short nap on the way to the temple. Or wherever it was they were going. A temple indicated religion or spirituality. Which meant that the droid who had ordered them to be taken there was programmed to believe he adhered to dogma or he had attained his own free will through lack of memory wipes and developed his own path. If that was the case then Dariak was mightily impressed but right now he had a predicament to get out of.

Alive if all possible.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Objective: 4
Allies: [member="Anija Betna"][member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemy: Death watch [member="Ebon"]
Post: 7

Her ship was taking a pounding the closer it got, the helmsmen kept steering it a little bit on each volley to try and minimise the damage. She was getting damage reports coming in, breaches in the hull. Sections of ship have been sealed off and evacuated, as she got closer. This was not good, this was not good at all. The Banshee which was going to be her mini flagship on serenno, may have to rebuilt from scratch after this. Then it happened, the bridge began break apart. You see the dust all moving one way as the air began to be sucked out of it. She shouted to helmsmen, Lock course, and ram them full speed ahead. She then got on to her intercom and gave the general order, ​ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP, i REPEAT ALL HANDS ABANDON SHIP! What remained of the hull was going to fly into enemy cruiser and hopefully destroyer, however she would to watch that from an escape pod. As she left the bridge, with computer piloting as best possible she ran for her life. The was no one caring about rank or gender it was a free for all, everyone scrambling to nearest escape pod. As soon as she was in one it, became overcrowded and she use the force to push last two out, otherwise they run out air before they made landfall.

As the pod blasted out she could see her ship heading towards the immortal, question was would it strike it, or would move in time, though time was running out for it.

 

[Davon Karr]

Objective 6: Blood Hunt
Allies: [member="Melina Tervho"] [member="Davon Karr"] | [member="Draco Vereen"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Caspian Rekali"] | Cathars
Post: 20

Draco's cry was a stark reminder that these creatures weren't to be underestimated. The dead were piling up and they had to push on just to avoid the kiltik's filling the tunnel with their own dead. Davon had once heard the story of a bee from Onderon. They could not fight the native wasps, but had evolved a defence mechanism. They piled in by the hundreds and covered the wasp, moving as quickly as they could and vibrating their wings. The wasp would kill bee after bee. Yet the wasp could not survive a high temperature. Just a few degrees the difference between what the bees and wasp could survive. They buzzed and squeezed in tight, dying in droves until the wasp overheated and died. Davon's father had died young, but he had told that him that story, which it turned out was entirely true. He used the bee hive to represent the clan.

If the clan is threatened, you hold your ground. Lose an arm and shoot with the other. You're a mandalorian. You know how. If you lose a leg, you will crawl. If you're going to die, make it a good death.

Was this the best way to serve his clan, or what he just looking to vent some steam? The cathar believed they purged themselves of inner darkness in these hunts. Davon wasn't sure about darkness, but he had a lot of anger to work through. He pressed on, now moving ahead of the line of cathar. For a broad man he moved quickly. He rushed between two insects and two quick, wide sweeps took their legs. A massive guard came in fast and Davon roared in defiance. Something caught his shoulder, but he paid it no heed. The brute snapped its jaws and caught nothing but air. With no style at all Davon hacked away again and again until it relented. The crack of its exoskeleton resounded down the tunnel as it finally broke. Breathing heavily, Davon stayed there bringing his curved blade down again and again.

The others moved past. Davon remained. He realised he could barely even lift his blade now. Blood and ichor coated his arms, but every extremity hurt. A cathar approached him, a knowing look in its eye.

"Better yes? Queen...soon." It slapped its chest. "Get air. Need..." it clearly struggled for the word, but pointed at his beskad.

Davon nodded. He did feel better. And in a tremendous amount of pain. The others would reach the queen's chamber soon and he needed to be there beside them.