Naasad'guur Mhi, Mhi N'ulu, Mhi Mando'ade (Mandalorian Dominion of Taris)

[Ashin Varanin]

Location: Near [member="Naast'ika Laaran"]
Objective: Protect the nubile car wash

When duty called, no self-respecting scuzzball spacer could deny that call. Certainly not Alec's entire fething crew of Levantine Astronautical Academy cadets, who certainly weren't taking time off from a cadet cruise to get their speeders washed by a high school cheer squad. Alec had rolled her eyes hard enough that dislocation was a very real threat, but she had to admit, there was something of the forbidden appeal in the exercise.

Then came the ship. The living ship, if aesthetics were any indication. And as the ship got washed, it began to hum.

And Alec started to have a very bad feeling about her very good feeling. But all things considered, it was better to drink than to worry. She continued to ogle tastefully.

 

[Andras Garon]

Undisclosed Location, Skyscraper

​

...the terminal was uncooperative, that or Andras mind was still dull due to the multiple of blows he'd taken, regardless the Mandalorian wasn't about to give up at the first setback considering everything he'd undergone here. Another keystroke produced no results prompting Andras to lift his head and look over the terminal towards the entrance to the adjacent room where Kimmel, presumably, was still laying prone on the floor after the beating he'd taken not long ago. Narrowing his eyes Andras began to muse..."What's your password Kimmel?"...people were notorious for leaving clues for themselves out in the open which meant if he looked hard enough Andras would find something. Problem was there wasn't much to look at in this office. Oh sure it was furnished well but there didn't seem to be much in the way of personals or mementos...

...tensing his hand into a fist Andras would slam it into the desk. It was all so futile but then it dawned on him. Kimmel had one nerve, his wife. Looking up from the terminal again Andras circled around it heading off into the adjacent room where he'd find Kimmel and his henchman still incapacitated. Actually the henchman looked like he might be starting to stir so Andras gave him a swift kick to the side of the head as he walked by ensuring he remained down, a moan that faded was his reward in the aftermath of that. Once he'd come closer to Kimmel he'd have leaned down next to him and gone hands on. A pat frisk was performed starting at the head and ending at the feet revealing nothing out of place. Shaking his head Andras decided he didn't have much of a choice...

...grabbing Kimmel by the shirt the Mandalorian pulled him up into a sitting position, he slapped him across the face to rouse him and then finally saw the mans eyes start to open slowly with a bit of satisfaction..."Listen Kimmel I've just got one question for you."...how ironic..."What's the name of that wife of yours again?"...what followed was a string of vulgar responses culminating in Andras taking the man by the arm and placing it over his knee where he locked it in place before applying pressure with the threat that it'd be broken if Kimmel didn't comply...

...Eveny, her name is Eveny...

....he finished with Kimmel, dropping him back on the floor and then stood to his full height before turning and moving back to the terminal in the adjacent room so that he could test his luck. It might have been easier just to ask Kimmel the password but Andras didn't mind coming back a second time. On the way he wiped a bit of blood from the corner of his mouth, that dull throb where he'd been hit was starting to slowly fade into the background...​

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Near the Landing Zone
Objective: Party Crashing
Allies: [member="Karta Kote"] [member="Tariu Fett"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]
2/20

Watching the unfolding events in front of them... was somewhat amusing. Tairu reminded her very much of how Strider took on many things regarding combat. And well, it seemed to have come back to bite the young man in the shebs. She frowned and uttered a soft curse as the swoop collided with Tairu's chest. When it had rolled off from sheer momentum, she stepped sideways and leaned in towards Arrbi as if whispering in his ear. "Tairu seems to have gotten himself in a bit of a... situation. Should we help, or find our own entertainment? He's got Karta there.." She tugged on his arm a bit insistently, as she opened a channel to Tairu. <Oi. Tairu. Don't get yourself killed. If you need backup, have Karta call us on the comm..> And with that, she began wandering off, grinning slightly as the crowd parted for them.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"Eh, he's fine for now, I figure," Betna said with a slight shrug. "Let's find our own entertainment. I think I saw a tapcaf over there."

He matched words with both gesture and movement and started towards where he'd seen the bar or cafe. He had to step over the unconscious drunk again, but from the groaning the man was doing, he would make a head splitting recovery later, so Betna wasn't worried.

He led the way, various onlookers clearing the Mandalorians' path as the two neared. He turned a corner and saw the tapcaf in plain view. He also saw something he'd probably never see again.

In the large clearing of what Betna assumed was the courtyard sat a corvette. A living corvette. Around it stood scantily clad twilek girls scrubbing him down and hosing him off.

A small, small, miniscule, subconscious portion of Betna's brain was jealous of the starship. The rest of him, however, was mostly just flatly wanting to bury his face in his hands at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Yup. Tapcaf is over there. Behind the starship."

[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Naast'ika Laaran"]

[10/20]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Sewers
Objective: Killin a Nekghoul
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and [member="Shaw McKeller"]
[8/20]

Letting the woman, she said her name was Siobhan take the lead Shaw and I followed her deeper into the tunnel entering the nest, with the eight soldiers following close behind. It wasn’t supposed to be a stealth mission. Stealth was if you wanted some of them to slip your notice, making a ruckus dragged everyone of the monsters to your door step. The pipes opened up into a large hub, a reservoir of water and sewage. In my mind I could feel something dark further down, something out there that didn’t belong. Even still courage had taken me a great many places and had led me to fight a great many foes. It would see me through this as well.

When Shaw spoke I nodded, we could see bones and scramps of victims along the floor and piles throughout the bottom of the reservoir. The feeling of unease continued through the back of my mind, growing as we continued deeper into the nest. The Rakghouls in the reservoir began to notice us, coming in the dozens, scores, hundreds even. Deep in their midst, a lone Rakghoul stood upright without the hunched over gait or apeish appearance, wearing scraps of armor and carrying a Beskad of all things. Carrying it. In its hands. Properly.

 

[Captain Larraq]

(#9/20)


Larraq had been on Taris before the Mandalorians troops had stormed the place. The planet had once before belonged to the Mando'ade. At that time, Mandal Hypernautics had established a number of assets on the planet. Shipyards that specialized in the construction of frigates and corvettes had been placed over the planet and factories that specialized in electronics and starship components had been purchased on the planet's surface. After the Netherworld disaster, productivity at these factories and shipyards had declined. The planet had fallen into its own government in the time since the disaster, but Mandal Hypernautics' facilities had remained and were a bright addition to the recovery of the planet's economy.

While the Vod busied themselves with harems of twi'leks and Rekghoul hunting, Larraq and the local managers of his factories and shipyards were holding a meeting with local political leaders on the issue of reforging the bond between the people of Taris and those of Manda'yaim. Whatever contributions his company had just made to an all-girls school for human and twi'lek children went unnoticed by Larraq as he instead focused his attention on the men and women on the other side of the table.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

[11/20]

Closed comm, an urgent voice trying to be soothing.

"La'ika I think-"

The thought was not communicated. the bark of the Riot Gun 'La had switched the Repeater for in a practiced motion she'd made hundreds of times before cut it off. Here was the thing about the Riot Gun. It was called a Riot Gun because it could basically take care of Riot on it's own. The tagline for a while had been 'Riot? Not anymore'. It didn't do accuracy. It didn't need to. It had spread.

First shot, the right side of the room went down.

Second shot, the left side of the room went down.

Werdla, fury radiating off of her stormed (stumped, she stumped and she knew it and it only made her angrier) across the room. Most of them weren't dead, just injured. Some on the way to dead. The target, who's name she'd never bothered to learn, was bleeding but he'd have been fine if left alone. Trying to scurry away from her on his hands and knees.

"I."

The prosthetic made contact, flipping him over onto his back. It damned well hurt. A lot. And it hardly registered.

"Am."

It came down again on his face, breaking his nose, shattering a cheekbone.

"Not."

Again.

"Crippled."

Again.

His face was hardly recognizable as such. The prosthetic had found his eye, and the brain beyond it. He was dead, the body still twitching as the brutal attack continued, as she pulverized him, seeking to destroy his words and her own fears. What was a Mando who couldn't fight?

"La!"

"Enough."

Her squad, her brothers, her family grabbed her, pulling her off of him, away when she would have continued. Encircled, bolstered, helmet to helmet the small squad stood in silence for a moment. Everyone had their demons and their moments. When all you did was war, everyone broke eventually. The trick was to have vod there to pull you back from the edge and put you back together, and they did it because they knew you'd do the same for them.

"Reckon we did our job. We should get a drink."

"Or five."

"Hoo-hey, lookit the big man here! Elek, or five. Let's go."

 

[Popo]

Popo was having a bad day. Well, a good day, then a bad day.

It had started out with a trip out here to browse some real estate for some expansion of Tenloss' assets but had quickly become a bit of a short task. He'd found a location and expressed interest a few hours on planet. He'd follow up later on with his lawyers and such, but in the meantime he figured he'd do some sightseeing.

He'd made his way out and about, often drawing attention as he was, indeed, a Hutt in full armor, and enjoyed the day. And then starships started raining down. Nothing shot at anything, so it wasn't an invasion, which was good. As more and more T-shaped visors were seen, Popo figured the Mandos had arrived to lay claim to the world. This was okay with Popo. He'd had good dealings with the Mandos in the past and had enjoyed their company on occasion. It was a win-win for the Hutt.

He'd even found a local cheerleader speeder wash that he was juuuuust large enough to qualify as a vehicle for. Seeing as he did need clean armor and who couldn't resist twileks in that number, he'd queued up for a turn.

And then the corvette cut in line.

Knowing that washing the corvette could take all day, Popo sat and waited. And waited. And waited.

About halfway through he figured why not and put on the helmet for his armor. It was hot, the suit was climate controlled, and he could record the ship for Tenloss scientists to review later.

Yes, Popo was definitely recording the ship.

[member="Naast'ika Laaran"]

[11/20]

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Near the Landing Zone
Objective: Party Crashing
Allies: [member="Karta Kote"] [member="Tariu Fett"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Naast'ika Laaran"]
3/20

Well, now she was following Arrbi across the square, and through a nicely-clearing path through the gathering crowd. There were some advantages to being Mandalorian, after all... she thought with a grin. And well, how often did they get a chance to go knock sense into people who were acting dikut'la out of fear. Not often, these days, or ever really... that she could recall. She sighed at the thought, and caught up with Arrbi just as they came around the corner into another part of the plaza. Arrbi had stopped to star at something, and Anija felt her gaze drawn in that direction. As she looked over, her eyes narrowed.

She knew that ship.... And in the Force it sang. The melody was... haunting, yet peaceful. Almost inaudible. More felt, than heard. And yet, she too could feel the creeping darkness that inched ever closer from the undercity. The ravenous hunger. It could only be one thing. She prayed to the Manda that Naast'ika had some sort of defense against it. Though, she would help where she could. But, for now, she found the entire situation amusing, and tried to reach out to Naast'ika in the Force as they made their way by and towards the tapcafe.

 

[Captain Larraq]

(#10/20)


"The people of Taris once profited from the economic boon of being closely tied with the clans of Mandalore." Larraq began as he neglected a mug of coffee by his datapad. "Our warriors and our ships protected the borders of vast stretches of space, and Taris was safe from the threat of Pirates and Warlords and Sith Empires alike." Larraq said as he made pointed and purposeful gestures with his hands, each one measured to produce a specific emotional response from those across from him. "But we, like all others in the galaxy, suffered at the hands of a disaster that swept away our loved ones by the thousands." He said as he turned his palms towards the table and paused for a moment. The appearance of solemn grief. "We have all mourned for those we lost. We have rallied ourselves. And once more we head boldly into the night." He said, closing his right hand into a fist. A display intended to convey a sense of power and strength, not to mention aggression. "World by world, we are restoring out borders and bringing our protection to those we once called friend and family. We are re-connecting with world after world." Larraq said, palms open and turned upward in a sign of both mercy and begging. "We are here for you, the people of Taris, because you too are a beacon of civilization in the darkness of the outer-rim. You are friend to the vod, and once were family as well. Those born of Taris still call Mando'ade ships home as much as they call this world home. We, the people of Mandalore, are here to ask the people of Taris if you will once again call us brother."

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"So, its a ship. And there are twileks washing it," Betna said with a shake of his head. "I'm gonna need a drink for this."

He started making his way to the tapcaf, oblivious to the force beacon Naast'ika was creating. Sure, he felt the happy sensation it gave off to an extent, but had figured it was more a result of finding cold drinks and somewhere to sit on a hot day rather than anything Force related.

"You want a lemonade or whatever passes for tea here?" He asked his wife as he walked. "I doubt they have behot, but I can ask if you want."

[member="Anija Ordo"]
[member="Alec Rekali"]
[member="Naast'ika Laaran"]

[12/20]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Draco Vereen"], [member="Shaw McKeller"]


The scenery reminded Siobhan strongly of the time spent hunting down Bando Gora Reavers in their lairs. Good, bloody times. The bones and pieces of flesh of the Rakghoul's victims were hanging along the floors and piles. The scent of death permeated the entire area, along with the rank stench of the sewage and dirty water.


The entire reservoir was packed with Rakghouls. Dozens, hundreds...in any case too many for Siobhan to count. From seemingly everywhere they came, charging our three heroes with reckless and abandon and pure hunger. Siobhan noticed the lone Rakghoul who was standing in the middle of them, wearing scraps of armour and managing to wield a beskad in the correct stance. A more intelligent variant of his brethren, a specifically engineered one?


There was no time to speculate, not with a massive horde of Rakghouls charging towards them. She knew the Mandalorians could handle themselves, so instead of thinking she fired. Her boltgun roared as it spat out explosive bolts. BAAM BAAM BAAM Rakghouls were blown up, got limbs ripped off by the shockwave or peppered with shrapnel, but they kept coming and very soon the magazine clicked empty. One jumped upon her back but was she ripped it off with her crushgaunts and broke its neck. Another one managed to knock the bolter out of her grasp and as she tumbled it bit into her arm...and found that the beskar surrounding it was not edible at all. She rammed her armoured boot into the beast and then ripped its head off, though her bolter had fallen down into the water.


One pipe had exploded under the bolter fire and a flood of water shot towards the beasts. Drawing upon the tangled web of the Force she harnessed its power and exerted her will. The air currents shifted and bent to her command, then a whirlwind blossomed into existence. Gaining in strength and intensity with every moment that passed it swept towards the Rakghoul beasts with great speed and force. Beasts were gripped by the raging vortex and sent flying in all directions as the maelstorm produced chaos. Parts of wall and from broken ripes were torn out and hurled at the beasts as improvised projectiles.

Here in this place the Dark Side was strong and permeated everything, her own rage answered it. Concentration was etched into her features, beads of sweat dripped down her forehead and back, but she kept exerting herself. Rakghouls sent flying would howl out in animalistic rage when blasts of lightning surged from her fingertips after her gauntlet retracted and she let loose with a blast.

(5/20)

 

[Shaw McKeller]

Shaw wasn't expecting the force sensitive ghoul, but he'd seen stranger things before. He'd have to tell them about the time he found the Sith Lord in a mini skirt one day.

As it was, the creatures came in ones and twos, then in dozens. Jag'kyramud rose and fell, biting deep into tainted flesh. Limbs severed from bodies and heads flew from shoulders as the blood and ichor sprayed complex patterns onto the walls and floor.

He swung the massive blade in an arc, rending ghouls in two behind the blade's swing. Poisoned claws scrabbled for purchase here and there only to have the offending extremities removed by Shaw's sword.

As he fought on, the dark side called. He could feel the pull, the slow draw on his psyche, but quelled it instantly.

To follow that path, to walk that road again, was to welcome oblivion once more.

[member="Draco Vereen"]
[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

[13/20]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

[9/10 Is Draco]

Mang, I came all this way to this backwater world with Ned, the Womp Rat fo dis. What a waste of my valuable time. I had things to do, an enterprise to run. I had to be dope. Not be stuck on some country world with monsters and living ships and crap. <Ned, lets go homie, I have places to be> The womp rat that wore the orange gemstone on a collar trodded further away from the space port heading for some kind of speeder wash. <Ey, I don't need this. I'm a rock, what I need Twi'Leks for. What you need a bath for. News flash you is a RAT> The Womp Rat strode up to the speeder wash and sat down, near one of the wash stations. <I said, I have places to be> The womp rat did not move. <I don't need this. Y'all gonna make me loose my mind up in here, up in here, y'all gonna make me go all out up in here, up in here. Yall gonna make me act a fool up in here, up in here. Yall gonna make me loose my cool up in here, up in here.> Telepathically being broadcast to any Force Sensitive that would listen, complete with beat, mix, and rythem, oh that glorious beat. Might as will pass the time with a sick beat.

[member="Anija Ordo"] [member="Naast'ika Laaran"]

 

[Judah Lesan]

Location: Taris Undercity
Objective: Get back to the ship
Allies: [member="Briika Detta"]
Enemies: Rhakgouls
[Post 3/20]

With the sample collected it was time to get back to the ship. The only issue was the meat attracted more than one Rhakgoul. Graad opened fire on the swarm which came there way, but knew if they didn't move they would be overwhelmed and likely killed, or worse, bitten.

<<<"Time to move your shebs, Briika. Now or never, and I made a promise to a real cute girl I'd get you home.">>>

Graad sent Briika a head while he laid suppressive fire on the hoard to keep that at bay. A couple of flash grenades were tossed to disorient them, and wherever Briika was able to pick off a few, she did. They were headed to the lift which would take them back up to the upper city, and then the ship. Once in the bay Briika could check her samples and compare.

As they reached the lift door, the swarm pressed harder, and another wave of Rhakgouls came. They got too close, and Graad pulled out his bes'kad to fight them off. The lift doors opened and he pushed Briika forward, just before a monster was about the scratch her from her blindside.

<<<"Briika!!!">>> he called out as he took the slash right across left side of his kute.

One slash upward killed the beast, and the two made it into the lift. The doors closed. A hand pressed to kute, and Graad looked at Briika with horror.

<<<"I'm bleeding...">>>

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Near the Landing Zone
Objective: Party Crashing
Allies: [member="Karta Kote"] [member="Tariu Fett"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Naast'ka Laraan"]
4/20

Well, this was about to get interesting fast. First Naast'ika... and just before they stepped into the tapcafe, Anija spotted another commotion over in the courtyard. This time, it was an armored Hutt working himself into line. And... was that a holocam she saw him holding? Laughing softly to herself, she grabbed Arrbi's elbow and stepped inside the tapcafe. And as her vosion and vosor adjusted to the low light conditions, she realized that everyone was staring at them. Her hand found Arrbi's for a moment. "I have a bad feeling about this..." And it wasn't just about the tapcafe, either. How to explain that to him though, currently escaped her. As she stepped subtly close to him, a strange beat intruded upon her thoughts. it was catchy, and somewhat drowned out Naast'ika's singing for a moment as Anija tried to focus.

 

[Naast'ika Laaran]

(#11/20)



Rekghoul... Biological plague. Semi-intelligent artificial humanoids. Highly aggressive and highly dangerous. Cary a disease that causes infected sentient humanoids to transform into Rekghouls themselves. Class 10 bio-hazard. Destroy on sight. Do not allow exposure to. If contaminated by Rekghoul plague, victims are to be executed immediately if appropriate medical attention is not immediately available.


Naast'ika chirped out in alarm as he accessed the databanks stored within him. His singing stopped, and though he did not know or understand that he had called the beasts to the surface, he understood the threat they posed. The creatures slowed their ascent... but did not stop. They smelled food and life and prey. Naast'ika beeped loudly and forced the holoprojector on his bridge to display the swarm of Rekghouls as bright, red, angry dots as they worked their way towards the surface of the city.

The creatures reached daylight before the crew of Naast'ika could take action. Hundreds of dark skinned, eyeless creatures crawled into the hot sunlight and poured over the nearest citizens of Taris like a wave of flesh and claws. High pitches screams came from all directions. As the young women ran for whatever safety could be found, be it in a nearby building, a random speeder, or a white, unmarked utility van, Naast'ika Larran's weapons extended to their ready position.

"Naast'ika. Get of the ground!" Captain Tupu barked out as threat displays flashed crimson. Powerful dovin basals roared to life and artificial gravity yanked the 150 meter long corvette from the ground.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

"I can see why," Betna said in response, looking at the menu. "If that's their excuse for tea, I'm afraid to see their beer choices, much less anything else they might have."

He browsed the menu a little longer and picked out a few items that looked a little more edible than the rest.

"Alright, its all automated. I got you their version of lemon tea, I grabbed one of their imported ales, and both of us a berry scone. I also got one of those iced sugar cookies. I figure since it comes wrapped up in plastic that it'll keep in my gear long enough to take it home for Mir'ika."

[member="Anija Ordo"]

14/20

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Arrbi Betna"]
5/20

At his comment, she had to laugh. "I wasn't referring to the food, Arr'ika.." she said softly, elbowing him carefully in the ribs. he wouldn't much feel it under the 'gam, though. "I was more referring to the.... warm reception in here..." she murmured, nodding surreptitiously to the other patrons in the tapcafe. She sighed softly and said something against his ear, approving of his food choice. To others, it would look like they were having a small intimate moment. She stayed there for a moment, her grip firm on his arm. "Betna..." she said, her tone clipped. "Something is going on outside. I think... that the sip's 'singing acted as a beacon to the rakghouls..." She trailed off slightly as screams were heard outside. "What do you want to do?"

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Sewers
Objective: Killin a Nekghoul
Allies: [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] and [member="Shaw McKeller"]
[10/20]

The swarm of creatures were getting wrecked. Sio turned out to be quite the master of the Force, creating a whirlwind inside the reservoir, sending scores of rakghouls sprawling and slamming into the walls. She was powerful and she glowed like a beacon in the Force as she did so. That I could not do. What I could do however was cover her better. I took up my position near her, using Taak’Shukur to rend those rakghouls that did venture to close to her. I added my flames to her storm, the burning napalm splashing through the winds causing the fires to spread across a much larger area, even if it was not quite as controlled as a normal flamethrower. “Boys, missile’s live.” I called over the comm-link, all nine of us firing the small anti-personnel wrist rockets at the swarm.

The detonations bought time, and the Titan Armor seemed to be working out, at least somewhat. One of the men had been dragged down and was being clawed at mercilously. They hadn’t got through his armor, but they had downed him and took him out of the fight. I kept my swings with my mace tight, holding it at about the one third and two thirds marks, allowing me to swing hard enough to shatter bones without having to swing in wide arcs. I used every part of the mace, the pommel, shaft, phalanges, and tip, doing whatever I could against my foes. Warding them away from Sio while she worked.