Lost in Space [Mando'ade T3 Dominion of Myrkr Hex]

[Rashae]

Post count: 5


The cyborg kept saying she was OK over and over again. Their breathing both rapid and almost synchronized. His helm was right up against hers as the doctor could see his eyes clearly and the cyborg drilled into hers with such intensity that it startled her very senses. This sort of intensity was very very human. It was illogical, it was emotional and it took her breath away in its strength.

He finally let her go and went right back into machine mode. Rashae found that she didn’t like it. The woman didn’t mind the hard and analytical approach but the machine had no emotions. She produced her analysis which Machine Ardgal felt was logical and accepted her settings.

The woman had turned to Bloodborn as she nodded to him. She opened her medkit and pulled a peculiar device to hold it at his neck. It was a slight pulse as it took a very small amount of blood through the skin. This was at microscopic levels of amounts. It was all she needed for her analysis. She then began mixing from various vials into a clean vial and marked it Bloodborn. Now, while it wouldn’t hurt anyone else, the only one to get full value of it would be Bloodborn. It unfortunately would not last long as this was a quickie mix.

“I am not a big user of stims either, but I will just to get out of this thing. “ She injected it into his neck. “It will last two hours. I have more mixed when its time. “

She looked at Ardgal’s machine response to her question about him needing a stim. “Acknowledged. “ She said with a sigh. She thought about the raw Ardgal moments ago and the now logical one. Can’t have both? Who was she kidding? She was as irrational as they come. Oh well. Then he handed her his Punisher pistol. It was heavy and took both of her hands to wrap around it. “But, Ardgal…” He knew she couldn’t shoot.

She focused on the other mandalorians and science team for a health check when she looked down at the remnants of the tentacle wrapped around her ankle. She squeed rather loudly. The blaster provided to her was waving about excitedly. The science team looked and they squeed too as they teamed around her.

“Get a sample bag!! “ as one handed her a pair of tongs, to extricate the tentacle off of her ankle. It had Blood!! “Soon as we get to a console we GOT To get samples collated and centrifuged. “ The scientists acknowledged this. This delayed their movements for several minutes before they were packed and ready to move out with Bloodborn at their backs. Rashae moved out with a light heart with the sample, hopeful that it will glean more answers when they can get to a spot to analyze the sample.

The Punisher was in both hands as she had really nowhere to holster the thing. “Hmmm what does these buttons do. “ As she looked at it and the business end was pointing in precarious directions.


[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Vojak "] [member="Kalyr Alor"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Drof'del Tavor"]

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Mrykr - Citadel Compound
Allies: Mando'ade
Enemies: Galactic Empire, it seems
(1)
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Briika was sad to see how badly run down the medical facility inside the Citadel Compound was after Rianna and herself had put so much effort into getting it built with the help of MandalMedical and maintained by the Mandalorian Medical Corps during the time of Ra's rule. But since the dissolving of the Clans as a whole and the destruction of Manda'yaim, the Myrkr base had been put into mothballs basically. Much elbow grease would be needed to get the infirmary up and running again as with the rest of the compound.

That was why Bree had accompanied her riduur on this mission for the Faithful. While [member="Vilaz Munin"] took care of his duties as Mand'alor and securing the planet, she would see that the compound was put back into fine working order. Munin clansmen and others were given tasks to fulfill as they worked together to achieve their goal of getting the Mando stronghold viable once again.

But there was always a catch... A snake in the grass that wanted to spoil things. The orbital blasts that hit far away shook the compound, but did no damage just rattled some nerves. With no injuries noted to those that were present, Briika made a beeline for the main building where the command center was located. She could tell things were tense by the way the Concordian held his broad shoulders that carried the world on them these days. Bree stood off to the side and kept quiet for now as Vilaz seemed to be handling a heated situation over the comms.

 

[Drof'del Tavor]

Post: 10/20
Allies: [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Vojak "][member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Kalyr Alor"]
Drof noticed that [member="Ardgal Raxis"] gave [member="Rashae"] a Punisher pistol, which was an impressive piece of equipment on its own. To lighten the mood Drof'del poked fun at the doctor "Aim at what you want to kill....preferably not me--and pull the trigger. I have faith in you Doctor"

She might dislike him for that comment, but Drof was never one to have many people like him. He was different...he was awkward.

Now back to the mission at hand he thought to himself.

Up ahead- in the corner, Drof saw a square station.....it was a console! He ran over to it, it was on POWER RESERVE Mode, so it still had some juice. But wait....

Oh God.

A viscous slime was covering the power cords...which the power cords spiraled upward into the ceiling access....drip drip drip..This material was somewhat fresh

<<Doc! Raxis! There is matter here i think you two should analyze. We need to also power this thing online to allow full access to the facilities>>

He heard a howling above him. Not like an animal howling, but like wind howling....was this thing seeking somewhere to "nest"? or "feed"?
They were getting hardly anywhere, they had already been in this Hangar for close to an hour. Drof needed to power the console on and figure out whats going on.

He pressed the power switch and the machine flickered on. He wiped the dust and debris that had accumulated on the workstation, to which he was greeted with this prompt

Obroa-Skai Station Power Relay #2
-----------------------------------------
Welcome Dr. TALBOTT!

>ACTIVITY LOG
>POWER SETTINGS
>RESEARCH MANIFEST
>LOGS
>LOG OFF USER (DR. TALBOTT)

This is curious, he again thought to himself.
He selected POWER SETTINGS and was granted with another set of items

Obroa-Skai Station Power Relay #2
-----------------------------------
POWER SETTINGS:

>ACTIVATE EMERGENCY POWER AND LIGHTING
>SHUT OFF FACILITIES (POWER RESERVE)
>ACTIVATE FULL POWER (RELAY #1 OFFLINE)
>BACK

He selected Activate Emergency Power and Lighting seeing that Relay 1 was offline. Nothing happened.....2 seconds pass....then 5 seconds...

KUK KUK KUK.
Lights flickered on, not at full blast but enough to illuminate the surrounding areas very well.
He heard the screeching of badly-maintained blast doors begin to open.

<<Alright team, according to the maps, we should head this way to the bridge, we can find more data in there more or less and hopefully.....survivors>>

Again with his carbine at the ready he progressed toward the doors that blocked their passage earlier.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Post:6
Allies:[member="Rashae"], [member="Ardgal Raxis"], [member="Nolan Detta"], @Vojak, [member="Kalyr Alor"], [member="Drof'del Tavor"]

Kurayami didn't flinch at the quick use of the injector, though if one watched him close enough they would notice his eyes narrow slightly when the sample was taken. He watched her as she mixed the different chemicals from multiple vials. He was curious what she was utilizing, but in the end it was best not to question such things, besides they likely wouldn't have time for the explanation. Not that he minded hearing the details, but not when there were things that legitimately wanted them dead nearby. The stim brought back memories, missions with the CDF, long deployments with his commando brethren over a decade before. He never did find out what happened to them. Last he knew the others had gone AWOL. His had been a medical discharge. They simply didn't want to take the time to get him back to fighting fit. The quick stab as the doctor injected him with her mix brought him back to the here and now.

"Had to as a special operative long ago, and a few times as a merc pilot. Only ever done it when it was absolutely necessary. If I thought I would have time to rest enough then I wouldn't do this. Hopefully only the one dose will be needed, but I won't be surprised if this takes longer than a couple more hours. Still, thank you doctor."

He knew it would take a few moments before he felt the full effects, but it would be interesting to see just how soon...and there it was. The hit came as he was resealing the helm to his armor. It wasn't as much of a rush as he had prepared for, but it would work, no doubt about that. He did catch what Ardgal said about the sensor data and the adjustments that would need to be made. He took a few moments to make the adjustments suggested and saved the settings as a preset for cold-blooded enemy types. This would keep him from having to make the adjustments manually each time. Which was admittedly a huge help.

While he was doing this Rashae and her team magically turned into giddy school children when she removed what was left of the tentacle after finding out there was still blood in there that could be analyzed later. He didn't much care what the thing was, he only cared if it could be killed. Ardgal had proven it was vulnerable to injury as most species were when shot, so that was a small plus. Admittedly Kurayami was unsure how to react to the doctor being given a sidearm. He hoped more for the sake of those in front of her that she knew how to...and that hope was quickly dashed by her handling of the firearm. He was pretty sure that he had seen gunslingers spin a pistol slower and in fewer directions than the doctor. It was never a good sign to hear 'Hmm what do these buttons do?' especially when large caliber pistols were involved, or explosives.

"Well that is an inspirational question to hear doc. I mean I know during training it usually didn't end well for those who asked that when we got to live ammo. So the part that doesn't look like a handle, the tube part? Yea keep the open end of that away from your face. And for the love of Kad, don't point it at anything you don't intend to kill. Or at least seriously maim."

Drof'del's quip brought a slight chuckle from Kurayami. That was cut short when the console was located and both the doctor and Raxis were called over to investigate whatever it was on there. He stayed with the doctor as he had promised he would. He wasn't right beside her, but he was only a couple steps back. He wasn't going to let another one of those things close without a hell of a fight if he could help it. He remained silent as Drof worked through getting the emergency power systems running. Then came the quick overview of the map and where it seemed they needed to go. He grabbed his Deecee off his back and did a quick check to make sure everything was in good order. Seeing all was good, he simply waited for the group to progress through the door before taking up the six o'clock position again remaining only a few feet back.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Obroa-Skai Station​

DEEP SPACE​

(Objective: Save a pretty doctor)​

Allies: Mando'ade, [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Vojak "][member="Kalyr Alor"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Rashae"]
and [member="Drof'del Tavor"]​

Enemies: The Ugly thang​

Post: 7/20​

Of course he knew she couldn't shoot. That was a logical assessment. The general knew she wouldn't know how to operate that thing. Maybe it was his logical chip concluding that it was better for her to be armed in case she was singled out a second time. Or maybe it was his organic side rebelling and deciding he couldn't risk her getting put in the line of danger defenselessly. There wasn't enough time for him to reconcile why he did what he did.

He had to analyze the substance here before them.

"Ph balance holds steady at 7.251, I am detecting large amounts carbon, hydrogen, dioxide pairs, fluoride and--" he paused for a second to make sure he understood the reading right, "Chlorine. There are trace readings of radiation here, this is highly conductive, caution is advised with collecting samples along the exposed wiring," He zoomed in even closer, "There are a number of micro air pockets trapped in side," someone who wasn't so focused on precision would have just called them bubbles.

"It is highly elastic, data is inconclusive to make a viable deduction, recommendations state this could be a form of secretion. Possibly to mark its territory. Deferring to the doctor for final analysis."

He took a step back and looked at her. Inside his organic side could see her disappointment. He didn't blame her, he had rescued her just to have that horrible side of him, the part that he hated, take over. The warrior pushed against it, trying to take control again, but the machine was there, holding on and it shoved him back without a challenge. He pushed back, but was shoved back as an observer. A third time, he was put back in his place. His mind, his body was too tired to mount back another push. He had to wait, regain his strength, and hope he could find an opening to take control again.

 

[Alkor Centaris]

Post 5

Objective: Check Relays and convert power over to Fortifications.

The dropship whirred to life as Alkor stepped aboard. He let his helmet dangle from his fingers as he hung halfway out, letting the calm winds of Myrkr wash over his face. There was always conflict, if not on this side of the world then on the other. He learned to live somewhere in between that strife, both involved and apart from it.

That was how he came to understand the Mandalorian culture. The wars they fought were rarely their own. In the traditional sense, they had ceased to make their own wars when numbers had dwindled. They found plenty of other peoples and nations who were more than willing to pay for their services.

As he skimmed over the power grid, Alkor took note of the relays- long lines that stretched across an expansive area and connected the various structures. They were mostly subterranean, but many of them rose above ground, protected by large tunneled pipelines that no longer hummed with life.

"Give me a reading on that power supply," he gestured. One of the crewmen did. Alkor slipped the buy'ce overhead, and the information transferred immediately to his HUD. "Looks like there's still some juice there," he observed. "No good if we don't switch it on, though. Alright."

Alkor spoke into his comm now. "I'll be heading toward the main power station for the northwestern fortification," he called out for anyone who bothered to listen. "Odds are they've all been powered down, but I'm still getting faint readings. We should be able to bring it back online."

He glanced to the west, where the sky had substantially darkened, but the attack had been half a world away. There was no evidence to be seen from his current position. "By my estimation, there should be four relays that correspond to large areas in each quadrant of the planet. The market most likely operates alone on one of them, so it's safe to assume that we only need to find the other three."

He checked his weapons, loaded a round into the chamber of his shotgun, and watched the world race by.

This was a very new life for him.

 

[Ugohr Poof]

Location: Myrkr
Objective: Companies
Post: 15/38 (writer) 15/15 (IGR Brokerage)

Because Ugohr's terms for work were quite restrictive, travel-wise, he was a little hurried to pack up and leave Myrkr, and just return to Sullust on the double. Nevertheless he still convinced someone to let go of their original aspiration and buy a similar property somewhere else for a fraction of the cost. Oh, he would have loved to visit Barkhesh along with the client, but he would be in trouble with the First Order authorities even though he was there strictly for business: the First Order is suspicious of Jedi merchants tramping through their territory. With that said, he quickly embarked the ship that will take him back to Coruscant, and, from there, return to Sullust: he was mainly confined to Sullust for a myriad of reasons and performing several duties, such as teaching Jedi padawans and other would-be diplomats economics. With that said, he says goodbye to Myrkr and Mando-land, while at the same time wondering whether the First Order won't wreck everything.

 

[Drof'del Tavor]

Post: 11/20
Allies: [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Vojak "][member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Kalyr Alor"]

Drof'del had proceeded to the door which; to his chagrin, the lights on the other side weren't activated. Something cut the power in that corridor, for a reason. They were close enough to the emergency power relay to where power should be on in this area.

His nightvision wasn't turned on due to the fact the lights in the Maintenance Hangar blinded him in addition to nightvision. He looked over his shoulder to see his comrades ready for action. The young Mandalorian looked back at the door and that's when he realized it was too late.

A large black mass had jumped out of the sea of darkness and slammed him to the ground. This being was way too heavy to simply knock off. His blaster knocked out of his hands, flew across the floor going past his comrades. The fall that he took was hard enough for his vision to blur momentarily and start to see double.

This is it....I am done for. Ill see you soon....Papa....Mother.

He was glued to the ground, all he could do now is embrace his fate should his comrades not be quick enough to the punch.

Drof couldn't even reach his vibroknife. This thing was getting too smart, it knew how to kill him in just one move. Pin him down and go for the throat no doubt.

 

[Titan]

Post: 2/15 Company
Objective: Secure Sponsorship
Location: In transit

Maybe Titan should change the name again. Commemor Industrial Institute didn't really roll of the tounge, N.U.K.E. might work, but perhaps originality was the best option, Titan Industires. At the moment it didn't matter. After concluding his business here Titan would return to Commenor and continue his work here, possibly making an excursion to meet with representatives of the Iron Empire for a possible contract, possibly not. In which case he would look for others to work with. But right now it was time for the buissness at hand, getting to Myrkr and securing sponsorship from the Mando'ade for his company. He had to come up with a name soon.

 

[Rashae]

Post count: 6

Rashae nodded to Bloodborn as he spoke. “Sometimes we have to do things we don't want to. If you need more in two hours, I got your mix. I might be taking something myself. Afraid I don't have any enhancements at all. “ The woman nodded at his Thank you.


If Drof had felt the glare at his back when he said about her needing to aim, this precise moment would have been it. If looks could kill... Bloodborn then put in his two cents worth of her having a weapon which continued to irritate her.


“What training Bloodborn. Ardgal knows I cant shoot. “ She said with a helpless shrug. She gave Bloodborn the same if looks could kill expression upon his other statements in accordance to her having a weapon.


The weapon was heavy as she had to keep both hands on it. She still had no idea why he gave her this heavy god damned …... Those thoughts were dashed as Drof found viscous plasma like substance. Ardgal gave his analysis as she took in the data and her scanner in hand was set to run across. The woman ordered a sample container. She took a non-conductive long tool were she lifted a viscous end of it as she watched it and looked at how it held its shape and how elastic it was.


“Chlorine is interesting.” She said absently. “Not necessarily for marking territory. A protective coating more than likely considering the mutation should keep its skin moist. As elastic as this is and sticky, it could be a trapping method.” This was biological processes. She looked down at her scan. “Or the creature has a virus? If the creature mutated with a cold, the cold virus could have... “

She gasped as a few things started rushing in her head. Once the console came up she looked at the console as her fingers attempted to look for data with what power it had available. “We need more power.”

Just as she said that as her head came up she saw Drof was being jumped on by some dark mass. “Drof!!” She screamed.

She got up without thinking and looked at the blasted weapon she had in her hands. She tried shooting it and it shot wildly to the left then again wildly to the right before she smacked it up against the console, the wall. Rashae attempted to hit every button on the blasted thing as it gave some kind of slowly increasing volume and pitch intonation. How she hit the overload button no one can say.

The woman then cussed at the creature and threw the pistol at it with all her body. As the thing reared up to slash Drof's throat it would find an overloading punisher pistol hit right smack where a face should be? Was that a face? The pistol would stick to the viscous material that was secreting from it. The doctor might not be able to shoot, but she can throw rather she realizes or not. She stood there screaming obscenities at the creature not realizing what danger she could be in as mad as she was at that moment.



[member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Nolan Detta"] @Vojak [member="Kalyr Alor"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Drof'del Tavor"]

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Post:7

Kurayami stayed within easy range of [member="Rashae"] as she gave her acknowledgment of his thanks. He just chuckled slightly at her mention of letting her know if he needed more, he really hoped not but as she said, sometimes one had to do things they didn't like. As she responded to him with a look that he wasn't entirely sure she wasn't trying to kill him with, he sighed slightly, especially at her revelation that Ardgal knew that she couldn't shoot for a damn.

"I picked up a contract knowing precisely jack poodoo about those involved. Yourself included doc. There were minor notes giving the basic idea of skills, maybe I should have assumed someone traveling with Mandos might have had some basic weapons training. Though given my background I'm used to working with people who know the basics at least. My apologies."

His voice was even in its intonation throughout his apology to her. If one could truly call it such. This was immediately followed by her examining the slime, or whatever it was, that the creature had seemingly left behind. Admittedly her explanation didn't make much sense to him at the moment, but he chalked that up to it being rather bare bones and then interrupted by Drof getting pinned to the floor. Kurayami's adjustments as given by [member="Ardgal Raxis"] allowed for him to get a basic reading of the creature. It would provide enough...damnit all. Rashae was shooting at the thing, and then cursing, and throwing a pistol that had much higher than standard energy readings. That was not good, a pistol that was overloaded and a woman screaming rather inventive curses at a creature that somehow was not mauling her this instant.

He didn't pause, he was still close enough to grab her arm and throw her off to the side, towards Ardgal, so at least she shouldn't land on something like a console or slam into a wall. This was followed by him immediately raising the DC-17 towards the outline of the creature and opening fire. Good thing this had a full auto setting. He concentrated on trying to hit the pistol that was lodged in the goop on the creature. It was going to be close and even if he hit there was no guarantee [member="Drof'del Tavor"] would make it out alive. Kurayami would be damned though if he didn't take the opportunity to kill the thing, or at least gravely wound it. He could only hope the young Madalorian's armor would hold up to the blast as he reloaded and continued firing at the thing that had Drof pinned. If it came for him...well he would cross that bridge when he came to it.

 

[Drof'del Tavor]

Post: 12/20
Allies: [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Kalyr Alor"] [member="Vojak "][member="Rashae"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"]



Drof'del laid there, his end may be near but if he were to die, he would do it with some kind of fight, even if it was verbal. "No wonder you dont have a mate, your disgusting as FETH! So you steal other people to make up for it. You're a disgrace to medical biology!!!"

At this point Drof had to make himself laugh at something to calm his nerves. What was he even saying? This thing may not even mate. Oh well that wasn't the point.

About that time Doctor Lovous threw and overcharged pistol at the creature. I see what angle your goin' for. He knew that someone would have to shoot the overcharged pistol. Drof wasn't guaranteed life but it was a plan at least.

Bloodborn was like a surgeon with the DC-17 blaster he wielded. Blaster bolts were grouped around the pistol's location. Drof braced for impact as one shot hit the pistol and made a sizable explosion, enough force to throw the creature back against the blast doors from whence it emerged. The blast also slung Drof in the air casting him back toward the group that he had been deployed with. Others would be able to see Drof'del's armor pelted with shrapnel as he lay there, not moving a muscle and not saying a word. Smoke was rising away from his armor and his helmet.

The creature howled and screeched in pain, as its body was temporarily stuck to the blast doors. The sight was gruesome. This thing had no recognizable face, although the bio-matter did form some sort of mandibles where a mouth should be. Dark green and black encompassed the creature's body, this was its color.

Although the explosion rocked the monster off of Drof'del, bio-matter was splashed everywhere. A good concentration of that matter was still on Drof's body. It would be up to the team on what they should do next.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Obroa-Skai Station​

DEEP SPACE​

(Objective: Protect a pretty doctor and help save my vod)​

Allies: Mando'ade, [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Vojak "][member="Kalyr Alor"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Rashae"]
and [member="Drof'del Tavor"]​

Enemies: The Ugly thang​

Post: 8/20​

​

Ardgal listened to Rashae's further analysis of his data. It was an angle his processors had not considered. It was a very organic and very logical conclusion. She was the expert, after all, with data far outside of his own from her experience. All in all, her conclusion made a great deal more sense.

"Your insight is illuminating, as ever," he said in an analytical way. In any other tone it might have been flirtatious, but as the machine spoke the words they were as dispassionate as a statement about the color of the sky.

The Drof's life was put on the line. The man was vode to Ardgal, if the cyborg had any in this galaxy. It seemed that everyone he cared about was in harm's way today, one person at a time. It was enough to spark a fire and a fuel in his soul, the organic side made a lurch for power, and his cyborg side fought back, seizing him up for a precious second when he could have done something. Anything. Horror weakened Ardgal's resolve and the machine own once more.

Combat mode: Engaged.

His Ravager came up and Subject 13 aimed down sights, waiting for the moment for him a clean shot. He had to be careful, with this shot gun, there was a strong change of doing just as much damage to Drof as there was to Out of his peripheral he was vaguely aware of Rashae's fervent shooting.

Chances of hit: 50.....63......72.....48.......76....25--INCOMING, REACT!

Ardgal's weapon went down and he let Rashae collide with his armored torso. There was a 63% chance she would have no damage from the impact, the greatest chances he had given the rapidness he had to react with. Project 13's arms wrapped around her to protect the woman's vitals like a metal shield. He could see what Bloodborn was going to try with his shots.

"Follow me," he said quietly a fraction of a second before twisting. His body would take the brunt of the blast, shrapnel would pelt his phrik armor, followed by the kinetic blast on its heels, and the wave of heat. A razor-edged piece of the hot phrik cut through his armor, tearing into the meat of his Trapezius. He let out stiffled grunt, but didn't move.

Damage assessment: flesh wound. Shrapnel trapped in the muscle tissue. Non-critical. Arm use impaired.

Damn it.

Ardgal released Rashae to tend to Drof, tossing Bloodborn his Ravager with his good arm, "Finish it."

The warrior withdrew his other pistol, and knelt next to the doctor to provide cover for Drof and Rashae. "Status?"

 

[Rashae]

Post count: 7


How many guns these guys have hidden? The Doctor had no idea these guys had that many pistols on them much less the inherent danger one assumes with having one. Rashae seemed to hit all of them in a matter of a few moments in time. One second she was cussing at the creature with the Punisher lodged in its mucus, the next second she was grabbed and tossed towards Ardgal’s position. Her world was upside down as she was held there for a few seconds before Ardgal’s torso covered her body as the pistol was hit.

The explosion was deafening as the howl of the creature was even louder. They made a dent in the thing, but Rashae couldn’t appreciate that at the time. The second she was released she was running over to Drof’s form yelling for the medkit. Her other scientists had taken cover amongst the various metal obstacles as the medkit was slid to her. Those who are part of her team were not that brave. Rashae glowered at them as she stopped the sliding medkit with her hand and popped it open.

“Drof… Can you hear me. “ As the medical scanner seemed to leap into her hand and those long graceful fingers were dancing on it. This she was at home with. This this lady worked like it was second nature. While the mandalorians worked their skills like it was second nature in the area of combat, in the area of medicine and science, this was her ball park.

His armor was still hot as her hand came close enough to feel it. Her scans came back with unconscious, a lot of blunt force trauma. He was alive but she had to get aid to him. Ardgal came up beside her with needing a status.

“He is alive, but I got to get that suit off. He is still hot and I can’t touch him. We need somewhere with better atmosphere so I can get this off of him. A lot of blunt force trauma to the chest and abdomen. Best case, severe bruising, organ bruising. Worst case, internal bleeding. It doesn’t appear as the shrapnel penetrated through. “ Portable medical scanners could only do so much. Rashae could only do so much in a hazmat suit and her patient in full body Mandalorian armor.

She herself had some head to toe bruising. Rashae didn’t say anything as she was in work mode. The little lady probably didn’t feel it yet. She turned to Ardgal as she looked at him as those piercing ice blue eyes looked right at him. “And need to look at your shoulder. “ The woman added crisply and in a no nonsense manner.

Once Bloodborn finished the creature she turned to her team and ordered them in a crisp efficient authoritative voice. “Get samples, stat. While the team finds a room we can hole up in and patch these men up.” She hired them for their brain, not their bravery but they were starting to get annoying with cowering every five seconds. Not that she was having any fun mind you but at least she had the balls enough to keep moving with the Mandalorians.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Though it seemed that [member="Drof'del Tavor"] had taken a solid hit from the detonation of the pistol, it looked like it was survivable. Maybe...hopefully. Kurayami had sacrificed teammates, never willingly, but only because there had been no other way. He hoped this was not one of those times. While he had been far back enough that the blast didn't knock him out, it did send him back a good bit. He could feel small pieces of shrapnel, it seemed as though much of it had been stopped by the plates, but there was some that had cut into the suit, thankfully nothing too large. Right now all that mattered was making sure that the beast breathed its last before those on the team did. Then came the young Mandalorian's verbal tirade against the thing. Why? What was the purpose? If it understood and had lived through the blast that could end badly for Drof to say the least. Or was the tirade before the blast? The effects of the stim had him questioning exactly which order it had been in. Or maybe it was a minor concussion, probably the latter with his luck.

Reloading the DC-17 Kurayami prepared to head straight for the beast, but something gave him pause, the Force was telling him not to rush this, to take a second to make sure he was well enough to go after the thing. From what it looked like though, he was in the best condition out of those in the vicinity. The pause from [member="Ardgal Raxis"] was strange for the man from what he had seen of him thus far. He was usually quick to a decision, but the momentary pause worried Kurayami. He was about to ask if Ardgal was alright, but that was about the same time the shotgun was being brought to bear, right before he sent [member="Rashae"] tumbling towards the Raxis clan member. Thank the Force that he lowered his weapon before catching the woman. The fact that he took a good sized chunk of phrik in his shoulder for the doctor was proof that the cybernetics still listened to his human side to some degree. It wasn't all self-preservation. This was moments before he tossed the Ravager shotgun to Kurayami with the command to finish it.

"With pleasure, sir."

Kurayami's response was short, to the point and filled with an undeniable anger at the target. Upon catching the weapon, he took a moment to look it over, simple 12 gauge double barrel shotgun with bayonets, plural. One bolted to either barrel. He smirked as he placed the DC-17 on his back and hefted the shotgun into a firing position. Right now all he cared about was making sure that thing didn't come back. With that in mind he made his decision as he checked how many spare clips he had left for the DC-17 just in case. 4 more. This was good more ammo was always a god thing in his mind though. Taking a deep breath he did the last thing any would likely have expected from him, he started moving towards where the creature had been stuck to the blast doors, if any in the vicinity had Force abilities, they would have been able to notice the seething waves of anger rolling off of him as he advanced. As he neared the form of the creature that had done this, the mapping of its form became far more detailed. Locating where the neck seemed to connect to to the torso, right where the collarbone would be on a human, Kurayami jammed the 6 inch long bayonets into the torso. The scream that emanated was softened to a level that wasn't too severe by the audio dampeners in his helm as he pulled back both of the hammers on the shotgun.

The sounds of both barrels being discharged at the same moment was deafening. There was no scowl on the features of the Corellian as he watched the head separate from the body. He ripped the bayonets out of the thing, thankful for the extra strength granted by the crushgaunts, not a word spoken as he turned and made his way back to the others. Once he was back he saw that Rashae was treating Drof already, or at least diagnosing what would need to be done. That was definitely a good sign, meant that for the moment at least there was life left in the kid. Once his heart rate slowed a bit and the anger subsided he finally spoke to the rest of the group again.

"Well that is one ugly motherkarker that won't bother us again. Don't worry doc, it only lost the head at the neck, everything else is...well...intact is a word, but mostly intact is a better description. Might be missing a limb and internal organs might be ruptured and shredded beyond recognition, but such is life. Especially when explosives are involved, they tend to do that. By the way Ardgal, sorry about the pistol, oh and the shrapnel in your shoulder, it was less a thought through plan and more spur of the moment keep the doc alive. Speaking of shrapnel wounds, how is the kid? Going to be alright?"

 

[Drof'del Tavor]

Post: 13/20
Allies: [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Ardgal Raxis"] [member="Rashae"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Vojak "][member="Kalyr Alor"]

Drof… Can you hear me.

The pain was immeasurable at that point. He knew it would be painful to talk. He could make out the figures around him, everything was moving even if it was stationary. His breathing was slowed and felt more like wheezing. "Mmmmm" was the best attempt of a response he could give to the Doctor.


To him his chest felt like it was caved in, he had no idea how bad the damage was; he was hurting like hell though. Life or death, he knew this Doctor was gonna try to get him stable before giving up on him and that offered some solace for Drof'del.

He clenched his right hand, which lay on the decrepit floor; indicating that he was conscious...somewhat. Attempting to breathe normally sent a rattle up his chest which made him cough, he raised his head up slightly but was forced back down hard to the ground, he was too weak and too out of it to know what was going on. His armor was pelted and his neckwear was torn, revealing minute scratches here and there.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Obroa-Skai Station​

DEEP SPACE​

(Objective: Help save my vod)​

Allies: Mando'ade, [member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Vojak "][member="Kalyr Alor"] [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] [member="Rashae"]
and [member="Drof'del Tavor"]​

Enemies: The Ugly thang​

Post: 9/20​

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Drof was alive, even if for now. That was good. He could tell that he had taken some serious hits, for a fraction of a second Ardgal almost regretted making the Punisher such a heavy hitter. A fair portion of this had come from his weapon detonating. He looked Drof over, his scanners doing a full read on the armor with a thorough analysis. He picked up its composition, heat, and most importantly its design. His analysis chip quickly pulled all the pieces together in a matter of miliseconds, formulating the best plan to undo Drof's armor safely without damaging him further, or destroying the armor.

“And need to look at your shoulder. “

The warrior looked back at her and for a moment his human side won over. From behind his T-Slit visor, Ardgal gave a reassuring smile. He knew she couldn't see his lips, but maybe she would see it in his eyes. His hand gently caressed the side of her suit's face plate, "I'll be fine. I'm glad your ok."

He set his pistol down and nodded back to Bloodborn, "Not a problem. You got the job done, I can replace it, I can't replace vode," and with that, he truly meant every word. He turned his attention back to Drof, "Look on the controls, Bloodborn, see if you can re-adjust the atmosphere settings to something more suitable to the doc's needs," he could feel his mechanical side taking over with the knowledge of what he had to do next. They didn't have time to wait for his armor to cool down. And Ardgal was not about to let someone else get hurt because of his mistakes, "I will require cover."

He undid the first latch on Drof's armor too quickly for the pain to set in. He grimaced as the sting of the developing burns on his fingertips hit him, even through his insulated gauntlets. He pulled through the third, sweat beginning to bead on his brow. The fourth elicited a grunt from his lips. His hands grabbed the seering hot chestplate, quickly tossing it to the side as his hands burned in the process. A heavier grunt escaped his lips as the metal clattered across the floor. Pain radiated through his hands, his mechanical side made it more bearable for the time being, bearable enough for him to complete what he had to do.

"Clear," he managed through clenched teeth.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Myrkr; Mandalorian Citadel --> Great Northern Forest
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Keira Ticon"]
Enemies: [member="Lucien E. Irridius"]
Post: 6/20

Before Vilaz spoke to the Imperial, he already had the entire unfinished citadel taking evacuation protocols. It wasn't because the first bombardment provoked Vilaz to take such actions. No, it was because of the high energy reports that came to him that orbited above the skies of Myrkr. He had seen those reports and were entirely similar to the ones that happened on Hypori. Two times did that godlike amount of energy slammed against the earth of Hypori and scarred the planet.

Now it would do the same here at Myrkr.

There was nothing to prevent that extreme magnitude of energy coming down on Myrkr, but what could be done was to prevent any lives being wasted from it. Which was why all personnel were ready to evacuate.

But where would they go from here? There were plenty of options to take. They could split up into three or two groups or stick together as one unit. All which was Vilaz's call.

"We're all heading for the Great Northern Forest. From there or on our way over there we can formulate a plan. There's still an old base within the forest and Hyllyard City is nearby," the Concordian said in his comms as his dropship and many others took off and charted a course for the forest. Mere moments after they left something rocked and shook the earth which then followed the disintegration of wildlife and the unfinished Mandalorian compound that was first started by Clan Betna, but now it would return to being nothing but ashes.

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

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"Not one step back!" the devil demanded, to which his chorus of the living damned chanted back with a patriotic boom from deep in their chests. The devil smiled, black boots carrying him across the steel of the landing craft and cap covering the snake eyes that Titun knew laid beneath the shadows.

"Not one step back!" again the devil upfront demanded of the columns of deceived, white-clad teenagers he had cast his spell on. They all chanted again, more invigorated. Titun didn't play along and neither did his small team of black dots amid the ocean of white armor that was preparing to charge to false glory.

The Chiss captain wrapped his knuckles against his thigh plate, listening as the hull closed in around him; the stress of atmospheric dive crushing it like a tin can. The grind of metal was the only solace he could find, maybe if they were lucky the ship would break in half before they made landfall.

His team shouldn't have been here on the front lines, it wasn't their purpose. They were special ops, but that didn't seem to matter much to the Generals who'd been given tactical command of the operation.

To them, he and his men were just more faceless warriors for the steel grinder.

"Not one step back! You will make the Emperor proud!" the army commander boasted as he strode to the back of the ship, in between each of the Imperial Marines as the red landing light flooded the dark loading bay. Titun was still in darkness, embraced by the shadow of a square head bearing two cylindrical horns.

The AT-AT standing ready above him made the shinies feel safe. Truthfully, it was a death magnet that'd draw every Mandalorian missile for a mile in any direction. "Not one step back!" the Army officer shouted from behind, the ship quaking horribly as it crashed through the dirt of Mrykr.

A grinding. A crack. A flash of light. The blast door dropped.

​

The Titun stumbled through the blaster fire. Tripping over twisted bodies, rolling over the blood and ash and collapsing into the sand. A long beach had turned into the first circle of hell. The expansive forest at its head turned to the fiery sky from which the brimstone rained upon the land of the damned.

Mandalorian gun emplacements shredded the Imperial Marines before they could even stumble to water, missiles turning landing ships into burning debris that crashed through the atmosphere and onto the battlefield. "Boss! Get the kark up and move!" Jax grabbed Titun by the back of the armor plate and threw him to all fours, diving into a hole created by orbital strikes prior to the landing.

The Chiss stumbled to his feet, raising his E-llD and firing a burst into the forest before diving into the blood-drenched hole with his brother-in-arms.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Myrkr; Great Northern Forest
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"], Mando'ade
Enemies: [member="Titun"], Imperials
(10/20)

Somehow a peaceful takeover of what had once been rightfully theirs had turned to a full-scale invasion force heading groundside, and while Keira was understandably frustrated with the sudden turn of events, she couldn't entirely say she minded the opportunity to unleash her anger on the Imperial forces currently making landfall. The dropship she'd boarded shuddered as it landed among the trees, the screaming of blasterfire and the shrieking of missiles audible even from within. The second the door fell open the chorus of the pitched battlefield became deafening, the sound-dampening systems within her armor compensating immediately, allowing her to hear all that was going on around her without overwhelming her senses.

Immediately her EE-3 was released from the magnetic clips holding it across her back, and she fired a three-round burst downrange before the targeting system within her HUD had time to properly align, offering suppressing fire. She pushed forward until she neared the edge of the treeline, taking cover where she could within the underbrush, her back pressed up against the trunk of a tree wide enough to conceal her from those storming the beach. Intermittently she fired on the stormtroopers crawling across the sand, not aiming at specific targets per se but rather considering the entirety of the beachhead a firing range in and of itself, every armored figure that dotted it presenting itself as fair game until the Mandalorians made their push.

"Troop counts are still unknown, but I'm working on it. No priority targets, though black-armored figures have landed that you may want to take a look at."
"Special ops?"
"Unknown, but assumed. They landed with the regular ground troops and so far seem to be acting as one with them."
"Keep tabs on them and let me know if anything changes."

The next time she sighted down the scope she caught a glimpse of the figures that materialized as shadows on the battlefield, and the next time one of them centered in her targeting reticle she fired off another succession of three-round bursts before ducking back into cover. Spec ops didn't belong on the front lines, but she supposed the Imperials didn't care how well-suited a soldier was, only if they were capable of pointing and shooting well enough to be deployed on the front lines. With a few movements of her eyes she put a communications through to [member="Alkor Centaris"], well aware they had closed in on his location in the ensuing battle. "Come to my coordinates. Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur."