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[Carduul Akahl]

ALLIES: Yuri Maji , Sahan Dragr
ENGAGING: Jonyna Si
“Our spirit may have faded. But it hasn’t died. It will burn bright again, like a star in the heavens.”
― Mandalore the Preserver

The edge met the blade of the katana - and with a levering motion hewed forth, towards her just before she disengaged. A hafted weapon, a poleaxe, striking out like a coiled Viper. Though it was not made of Beskar, none of his kit was. Imperfect, like their very civilization.

The bolt of lightning coursed through the armor upon the prior contact with the pauldron, halted by the bodyglove beneath. That was not to say it was a pleasant experience - far from it. Teeth grit, a harsh shock of pain invigorating him proper, rousing him for the oncoming conflict. Better than being fried, as it was grounded into the earth beneath his feet.

A Jedi. Long had he waited the day to test his mettle against one; simulations through technology and training exercises could only do so much. They never earned that same rush that fueled him, that same energy that reverberated like a beating drum during battle.

But t’was a shame, for this one seemed to be a coward, fading back into the shadows in a blur of motion. As she resorted to the trickery of the Force, he had pressed a hand to his belt, a gas preceding to hiss out and flood the area. The fog slowly exchanged with an airborne poison, wreathing him in a pale cloak of a slow demise. One that would require a Jedi hone focus to prevent its bodily spread should she be near. T'was nothing that would be of any true threat to one like herself - nay, it was merely a distraction, an evening of odds.

The more of her arsenal she used, the more he would use. It was a strange method of conflict, especially in times like these. But it was his way. His poleaxe changed stance again, holding diagonally, closer to his body.

“Your shadows will brook you no quarter. Stand and fight, or I will slaughter a prisoner for every moment you delay.” ​

 

[Jonyna Si]

"This threshold is mine. I claim it for my own. Bring on your thousands, one at a time or all in a rush. I don't give a damn. None shall pass."
~ Ganner Rhysode
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TAG: Carduul Akahl

A rush of wind blew both fog and poison upward, revealing Jonyna starting there, sword in one hand, saber in the other.

"You want a fight? Come and get me." Jonyna said, staring the mando down. "Face the undying storm, Mandalorian. The glory you seek, you are unworthy of. You fight with no honor, no skill. Rely on poison and empty threats. Or would you prefer to have your men face me for you, coward?"

She wouldn't be afraid anymore. She wouldn't hide or run in fear. She knew this culture enough to know that would only force them to call her petty insults.

No.

What they needed was for someone bigger to knock them on their ass.

 

[Vince]

Raid on Umbara
Engaging Livia Cadera ​

His eyes widened upon seeing her play with the jetpack to produce an immediate and effective response to the shot. Impressed brows rose and he had to stop himself from shaking his head in disbelief. Just as he was about to fire off yet another shot, Vince spotted the foe producing a scattergun. The only sane response was to dive for cover. The beginnings of a barricade which had never been completed had to do. The sandbags and metallic plates closest to him had been stacked up to form a sufficient barrier whilst much of the other material for the barricade had been scattered across the ground already.

With a swift movement, the rifle was shifted to hang over his shoulder by the same strap which had held it before. Instead, the young Royal produced his blaster pistol. It was not nearly powerful enough to do anything if it hit beskar, but it was capable of firing off a stream of accurate bolts threatening to hit the spots not protected by beskar. Still, he was firing at her without properly aiming as he mostly tried to stay behind the barricade.

The two troops who had been tasked to keep overwatch had their job cut out for them: They were to shoot the Mandalorian as she approached. They had a perfect position to do it from as any charge towards the Prince would be done in a relatively predictable pattern moving towards them too. But their foe had the foresight to keep them out of the game for the time being: The torpedo had been shot down by the point defence drone but the explosion alone had been enough to knock them off of their feet. By the time they had recovered, it would already be too late.

Meanwhile, Vince noticed how his blaster pistol was nearing the point where he would have to let it cool down. It meant that a lot of bolts had been fired in quick succession already. Thus, he pulled a fragmentation grenade and allowed it to cook for a few moments before tossing it in her direction. Once the hand was freed from the grenade, it quickly moved to rest on top of the pommel of his Officer's Saber.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber

Valery Noble stood on the roof of a building that overlooked the city, her fiery eyes fixed on the fires that erupted everywhere. After striking several other planets, the Mandalorian Neo-Crusaders were wreaking havoc on the Umbara now. With its perpetual darkness and eerie landscapes, the planet had long been a world of mystery and danger, even to the Jedi. Valery knew that the planet's unique bioluminescent flora and harsh conditions were not the only challenges that lay ahead, however. The true danger came from the warriors who sought only destruction.

Shifting around her senses, Valery felt the familiar sense of unease that Umbara always seemed to elicit. The sky was a swirling canvas of dark purples and blues, and the air was heavy, almost oppressive. The capital's skyline was dominated by spindly structures that pierced the dark, illuminated only by the eerie glow of the planet's native vegetation and the fires that now threatened to consume it.

Stepping closer to the edge, she inhaled the acrid scent of smoke mixed with the damp, earthy undertones of Umbara's unique terrain. She closed her eyes briefly, centering herself in the Force, feeling the pulse of fear and chaos that radiated from the city and its people. She could sense the Mandalorians ahead, their presence like a stain on the Force — a relentless surge of aggression and violence.

Valery activated her commlink, relaying a few orders to the accompanying Jedi, before getting ready to move out herself. Her path was clear: she would do anything in her power to stop them and give them the show of strength they seemed to need.

Drawing the hilt of her double-bladed lightsaber into her hand, Valery jumped into the heart of the city's chaos. Her two blades ignited, casting a sharp, violet glow against the surrounding shadows. She moved with purpose, a beacon of light in a world that had known only darkness. Today, she would remind the Neo-Crusaders of the strength and resolve of the Jedi Order. Another day to protect, another fight for peace.

Sig Dryggo ​

 

[Jace Rhane]

TAGS:
OPEN


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There was the a theory, that Jace read about, called dialectics.

The idea that eventually, opposing ideologies would not be able to reconcile past conversation, and a conflict was inevitable. Perhaps that was the reason, the Jedi and the Mandalorians had been at war for so long. Since before some stars bathed the galaxy in their light, the fires of old wars kept the galaxy lit.

From the time the Taung first ventured out from the shadows of Coruscant, war between the Jedi and the Mandalorians had been raging, only marked by years of relative peace.

Jace was waiting in the jungle, waiting for the oldest foe of the Jedi to come forth. He was ready in a small clearing, meditating. He felt the Mandalorians coming. But there would be one to challenge him, to face the Jedi in combat.

But he was more ready this time than the last.

 

[Sig Dryggo]

"Life is a gift everyone cherishes, but has to eventually return." -Mandalorian proverb

The Crusade: Hakon Fett
The Opposition: Valery Noble

Sig moved like a relentless force of nature through the darkened streets of the capital. Where it was once lit only by the bioluminescent fauna, today the streets were lit by fires and the flashes of blaster bolts. Sig and his men were making short work of the Umbarans.

Of course they did suffer casualties. He entered the fight with sixteen under his command. Now he had only seven. Sig didn’t see their deaths as defeat. On the contrary, their deaths served as fuel for Mandalorian glory. After all, one is born only to die in combat.

As they inched closer to the center of the city, a flash far ahead caught his eye. Stopping in place, his heads up display quickly zoomed in : just over a hundred meters ahead of him was a Jedi. This wasn’t any Jedi. This was the grandmaster herself. He had seen her in the previous raids and was well aware of her abilities. Then again any fight was a fight worth having.

Sig turned slightly to the closest Crusader behind him, “Skirt the fight,” is all he simply said. It was all that needed to be said.

Taking out his pistols, he slowly started walking down the dark and shadowy street towards the grandmaster. He wasn’t looking to kill her- this was about show of force. The Neo-Crusaders were letting the galaxy know loud and clear the force they posed. This would prove Sig’s personal strength. Win or lose, it would be a fight both sides would talk about. Glory would be his.

“O'r kyr'am, parjai!” he yelled, letting the approaching grandmaster know of his challenge to her. He then stood and planted himself firmly in place. He would let her strike first, hoping to use her aggression or attack against herself.

 

[Sahan Dragr]

Spoiler: Equipment

SHIP:

• "Ure'adtr" Howler Basilisk War Droid​

ARMOR:

• Besk'gathr Mk III​

WEAPONS:

• Tusurki'aa Ta'hye Beskad​
• M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol​
• "O'dteyase Saranuhlr" Modified Vora-Class Verpine Hand Cannon​
• M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle​

ITEMS:

• AXC (10)​
• Mirshir Ka'esr Binders​
• Irya'kadir Smoke Bombs​
• Sasori Last Resort Cannon​
• Ring of Vision​
• Runi Ticu'r​
• Rulariyi Mandalorian Sunglasses

AMMO:

• Gas Canisters (12)​
• Slugs (100)​
• Grulyr'bedtr CryoSlugs (1 Mag)​
• RB-02 "Salt" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• RB-04 "Droid's Bane" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• RB-03 "Force Breaker" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• Tracyn'wuta Pyro Slugs (5 Mags)​
• Hurdisi Photonic Blackout Rounds (5 Mags)​

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Sahan and Gold (who was a kilometer or so away) continued burning the forest, sending animals running for their lives. Their efforts were successfully corralling the beasts into a stamped that even set the larger creatures trampling some of the smaller trees.

As he was blasting away at a giant plant that looked like it might have been carnivorous before it turned into kindling, Sahan heard the cracking of a soft footstep before his sensors even pinged the individual. More than one. They were trying to conceal themselves, but they weren't doing a good enough job. He'd encountered someone once who could completely hide from his sensors, and he wasn't a Jedi. Still, Sahan was able to actually beat his own sensors to the punch, which surprised him. Damn, I'm getting really good, he thought.

Sahan raised his right hand (still spraying flames with the left) and shot a dart at the Jedi, who had leapt at that moment and activated his lightsaber, hoping to take Sahan by surprise. The dart hit the Jedi right in the throat, causing him to drop his lightsaber and fall to the ground as his body became numb. "What did you do!? I can't move, and... I CAN"T FEEL THE FORCE!!"

"Wouldn't you like to know. I know your friends are here. They best leave if they don't want to become rotisserie."

Immediately, a voice called out, "He can't take us all at once; attack!" And nine more Jedi leapt out at him.

"That's where you're wrong," he responded calmly. Still spewing flames from his plasma-caster, Sahan begin spinning rapidly, creating a vortex of hot flames around him that caught all the Jedi in its blaze. The intense heat, hot enough to burn through ship hulls, instantly caught their clothes and flesh on fire. They weren't even able to scream as the air burned out of their lungs, and they fell in charred lumps onto the scorched ground. Even their lightsabers were molten. Sahan stopped and bent to pick up the only items to come out of the flames intact: ten Kyber crystals of varying colors. He pocketed the gems. "Not as good as a full jetii'kad, but a trophy is a trophy." A part of Sahan wondered why he was so... thrilled about burning ten people alive, but he quickly shrugged of the notion. They are traitors; they are the enemy.

Switching his comlink on, he sent out a message to his brethren. <You may or may not have already noticed, but Jedi are here.>

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Meanwhile, the stampede Sahan had created was barreling straight for the clearing where Jace Rhane was.

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TAGS: OPEN​

 

[Carduul Akahl]

ALLIES: Yuri Maji , Sahan Dragr
ENGAGING: Jonyna Si
“Our spirit may have faded. But it hasn’t died. It will burn bright again, like a star in the heavens.”
― Mandalore the Preserver

Much better.

An impassive expression was that of the helm as the Jedi revealed herself in a gust of wind, like a ghost from the past. The irony for her to speak upon relying on poison and words, when it had been the reason she stood here rather than cowering away. It was a habit employed by the original Neo-Crusaders - in response to underhanded tactics, war necessitated underhanded decisions.

“A Cathar, tall and proud, yet tainted by powers unnatural, reveals herself at last. I can say the same for thyself upon the matter of reliance. Only combat shall reveal the truth.” He intoned in a few simplistic statements - no insults, some commentary. Only facts of the matter. The polearm flourished, brought to bear in a high guard.

How ironic, that he would face the foes of his ancestors even further past. What culminated in the eventual decimation of their species by those with a need to send a message. History repeated itself, they said. Now he was even moreso interested in seeing the results of their conflict, against such a foe.

His hand motioned, waving the rest of his squadron off. “The Jetii is mine.” Was his proclamation, as the Rally Master’s smaller visor remained fixated upon Jonyna.

“I am Carduul Akahl. Your challenge is accepted.”

Front foot kicked off in a short lunge, swiftly bringing the weapon downwards to levy the range of his weapon - enough to threaten, though difficult to retaliate against for most blades. A quirk her Katana would no doubt help to alleviate. Rather than going directly vertical, it twisted mid-swing, sweeping sidelong in a diagonal cleave towards her shoulders. A broad, sundering blow.

 

[Jonyna Si]

ENGAGING: Carduul Akahl
"How dare you claw me!"
~ Exar Kun

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The jedi before him waited. Waited for the attack. Rather than block, she simply shifted her shoulder and allowed the polearm to strike right at her shoulder, only to find the coat she wore was lined with wood, of all things, somehow dense enough to absorb the blade with nothing more than it's fibers. Jonyna could only thank her home-tree, a tree so massive it could be mistaken for a mountain. A tree so massive it's wood was more like metal.

And rather than retaliating with her sword or saber, she revealed her trap. Her tail slipped out of her coat, revealing a sonic blaster that immediately tuned to the vibrational frequency of the armor it was fired at, hopefully rattling the mando inside. Then she struck, saber slicing at the mando's underarm in an upward swing, hoping to cleave off the mando's arm. While Mandalorians were often walking tanks, they were forced to have a few notable weak spots. Their underarm was always a forced weakness, the flexibility required to move an arm forced armor to be thinner there, and the blade of her mother's saber burned hotter than ever in that moment, the Cathar channeling pyrokinesis into the blade to allow it to cut clean through durasteel.

"I think you'll find your skill...lacking."

 

[Carduul Akahl]

ALLIES: Yuri Maji , Sahan Dragr
ENGAGING: Jonyna Si
“Our spirit may have faded. But it hasn’t died. It will burn bright again, like a star in the heavens.”
― Mandalore the Preserver

His weapon had been allowed to embed inside her shoulder’s pauldron this time, meeting hard wood and fibers. His follow-up adjusted accordingly, even with her elaborate trap.

The corner of his visor caught a blur of motion from below, and he instinctively twisted the poleaxe to respond - his arms moved clockwise with the haft, and it urged her body to move with it. He angled to try to force her downwards and forwards, something akin to a somersault that would be in the way of her very own motions. Utilizing his weapon like a winch, she had given him leverage over her entire body for that brief moment, and it threatened to upend her attacks entirely without rapid reaction.

In his attempt to twist her over like a grappler would with a weapon in hand, his body flowed with the tide and did its utmost to keep her body firmly between or on top of the tail brandishing a blaster, a distinct tingling felt as the bolts narrowly whizzed by his arm and head. That was a stroke of luck, for t'was an attack that wouldn't have been able to been dealt with easily without the positioning he held. If he wasn't quick enough to capitalize on that - well, it could have been as simple as disorientation, or something far worse. He was not keen on finding out.

A spiked boot kicked towards her leg, sternum, wherever her body was positioned closest immediately following the shift in positioning - intending to press an advantage.

He had to admit, she had already proven clever, resourceful. Not exactly something he anticipated - if he had a simple beskad, the Cathar's gambit would have likely held a similar fate for him as Sig Dryggo . This Jedi was far from how most he expected to fight. A sonic blaster, bladesmanship, adaptability - it all invigorated him for such an equally placed opponent. To experience anew such adversity, that would strengthen both of their hearts.

While most Mandalorians championed a powerful, impenetrable fortress, his armor was far from traditional Mandalorian armor. It was more rounded, flexible. He held no Beskar - it would be foolish of him to pretend otherwise by erecting great walls of steel around himself. Better to move freely, unfettered by such things. Instead, he relied on precision, and applied strength where needed, much like this exchange. His movements showed that well, the brilliant crimson of her blade soaring upwards with a rear of his body aback in the pseudo-clinch, flashing like a ray of light against the black visor.

“Ah. Now I see how Dryggo lost his arm. You fight like a Mandalorian would.”

“You’ll be a worthy combat, after all.”​

 

[Jonyna Si]

ENGAGING: Carduul Akahl
"How dare you claw me!"
~ Exar Kun​

The moment she felt her saber blade twist from the polearm, she deactivated it and pulled away, her boots activating and floating her just above the ground, before her knees exploded with flame and shot her back before the mando tried to kick her in the leg. She needed to keep the advantage.

And now the mando was complimenting her. Greeeeeat, exactly what she wanted to hear. A monster telling her she was a good fighter. Not like she didn't know that already.

She wasn't interested in his game. Wasn't interested in the honor that went into combat, the type that Mandalorians valued. Jenn Kryze might have her heart, but she had no interest in becoming a mando herself. She was a Cathar, a Jedi Master, and a Hero. She sought no glory, only justice.

A slash of her katana at the air in front of her, and a sonic boom rang out and launched a shockwave at the Mando, before Jonyna sheathed the blade in a fluid motion, then slicing with her saber at the air, the same lightning from before arching from the blade and aiming for the mando once more.

She couldn't break through his armor, so she'd keep her distance. Away from the reach of his polearm. She could deal with blasters and grenades, but she needed to deal with that spear.

Still, it did make an amazing lightning rod.

 

[Yuri Maji]

UMBARA | JUNGLE
ALLIES: Carduul Akahl | Sahan Dragr
ENEMIES: AT THIS POINT, EVERYONE
ENGAGING: Veshok Rook
GEAR: In bio

8 0 8​

The man admitted to being a Rook, which helped Yuri feel really good about himself. All that time messing around in Tor Valum’s streets wasn't for nothing. However his mood was instantly dropped on the ground when the Rook started to throw insults at him. ”Hey, listen-” He was cut off as the man continued to speak, refusing to move out of his way.

A snarl slowly started to etch onto his maw as he glared at the man. ”Listen, man… I don’t want to fight you. Kark these muppets, we’re supposed to be takin’ the fight to the karkin’ Alliance. Help me take ‘em on and we can kark off.” He attempted to reason with the man one last time, albeit with a growl rumbling in his throat.

He considered flying off, but that would leave Baby exposed behind him… and the Rook could also fly, but that wasn’t important. They were at an impasse and Yuri was standing tall against the man. Sometimes he hated how stubborn Mandalorians could be.

Uncle Vren was not going to be impressed by this.

Yuri’s rifle came up and fired a burst of particle bolts at the Rook as his jetpack propelled him upwards. Blasters weren’t going to be of much use for much longer, unless one of them somehow manages to find a gap in the armour.

Keeping the pressure on the Rook, Yuri fired his grappling line in hopes of ensnaring the man. If he could simply disable the man without having to hurt him, it would make things a lot easier.

In the distance, Yuri could hear the faint rumbling of animals stampeding their way towards the two quarrelling Mandalorians. That could be useful…

 

[Careena Fett]

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

| Location | Jungles, Umbara​

| Objective | Sabotage ​

| Focus | Keir'las Fett ​

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As if jinxed by fate itself, Keir'las would find themselves accidentally awakening the Death's Embrace by nudging one of its many tentacled appendages. Careena was quick to react as her aim shifted, squeezing the trigger three times in quick succession as the burst of blaster bolts impacted the tentacle that was reaching to grab Keir'las in an attempt to eat her. The plant seemed to writhe and screech in response to the superheated plasma tearing through its roots, disabling it before another trio of shots was fired at its snapping bloom, silencing the hostile flora as its writhing tentacles flopped to the ground.​

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Careena remained vigilant as the sound of blaster fire drew the attention of the roaming Umbaran patrols, their luminescent biosuits making them easy to spot through the dark plant life. They were quick - already well used to navigating their native terrain as they pursued Keir, darting through the jungle like a predator in pursuit of prey. Careena took in a deep breath, holding it as she leveled her rifle and brought it to bear.​

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She counted three Umbarans in the patrol. She squeezed her trigger as a blaster bolt struck the rear member in the chest, sending them flying backwards into the dirt before shifting her aim to the next, another bolt flying out and striking the next directly in the helmet. The last one had taken note of the presence of a sniper and began to dodge through the trees sporadically, already having caught up to Keir'as and putting the young Fett in Careena's line of fire. She hesitated briefly as she steadied her aim, her reticule locked right on Keir'las' helmet.​

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<"Keir'las, duck!"> She spoke into the comms, giving Keir'las a second to be able to react before squeezing the trigger and sending the final bolt flying right at Keir's position to strike the final pursuer.​

 

[Carduul Akahl]

ALLIES: Yuri Maji , Sahan Dragr
ENGAGING: Jonyna Si
“We Mandalore take everything we are and throw it into battle. It's the true test of yourself – the battle against death... against oblivion.”
― Mandalore the Preserver

The kick missed, turning into a gathering step as she flung herself away in a whirlwind of flame, billowing around his armor with a movement through it. Sweat beaded his brow as the heat palpably raised. The poleaxe wrenched out from her shoulder pad in the process, making a satisfying CRRRK of metal against wood of steel. Did the Cathar have a jetpack as well? He did not see any such devices upon her. No matter. She had used similar tools to some of his, now, and thus he was permitted to use them by his strange method of battle.

“But something is amiss. Where is your valor, your resolve?”​

Poleaxe braced afore him defensively as the shockwave of sonic energy parted the dissipating gust of fire and washed over him, his helmet saving him from most of the ill effects that would render his ears burst. Its impact sent him aback, but not off his feet, his boots dragging against the ground. Teeth grit, an ache of pain from the transfer of energy, head filled with an irritating ringing. With a growing, reserved rage.

“Where is a true Jedi, whom shall fight me like the ones of legend?”​

It was amusing, Carduul believed, how juxtaposed their methods were. She kept her range from his weapon, whittling away, whereas he sallied forth, angling to get closer - a total reversion of how the age-old conflict typically went. Skilled as she may be, perhaps she wasn't a Jedi at all, he surmised. Merely masquerading as one. Still, she had proven worthy enough to put up a fight. He wanted to see just far it could go, to where her heart shone through her very actions. It must have been there somewhere, or she would have long since been defeated.

They had been reset to neutral, but the Viper would not allow it for long. She made to slash at him once again from range, charged and arcing forth as bolt of lightning. More sorcery. His wrist shifted, a blaster bolt firing towards her hip nigh at the same time she moved, goading her to either reposition, or shift her guard deflect it. Then another precise shot, higher towards her head and neck on the opposite side of her body from the last. They were a distraction, a smokescreen weaved amidst the conflict to halt her from trying to pick away at him from afar as she did now - done just in tune with a hissing sound from his back.

“This one holds herself back, hiding behind the very same tricks I've seen from my own kind.”​

With a flurry of motion, his jetpack flared to life in short bursts, and his body moved as one with it towards his foe. It rocketed him diagonally, first sidelong - just shy of the electric bolt with a painful tingle near his arm - then forwards, weapon thrusting forth towards her stomach in a bid to skewer her. Deceptively, despite appearances, he was easily in range once more with a slide of his forward hand's grip slightly down the haft after his movement.

“Where is the rage of your ancestors towards my people?”​

If the thrust was redirected or interfered with in some way, he spurned the momentum into a vicious, rocket-propelled roundhouse kick towards the side of Jonyna’s head - used as a mix between a recovery, and a way to maintain pressure. A strangely graceful, precise onslaught, far contrasting the brute force most Mandalorians opted for, though bordering it by a hair. If she wished to enact vengeance, justice, whatever she may call it, the Rally Master urged her to fight harder. Daring her to unleash hell, as a Mandalorian would.

Victory through strength, and justification through victory.

“Until I see it, this planet shall be reforged in the fires of war, as Cathar was, so long ago.”​

 

[Jonyna Si]

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ENGAGING: Carduul Akahl
No Fear, No Pain. It's a promise, written, they will yield to the name.​

He wanted to rile her up. Digging up a hatchet she had buried and swinging it at her. He wanted to stoke the flame she had put out. Wanted to fuel a storm that had faded.

She wouldn't allow it.

This wasn't personal. This wasn't about the past. The culture she called home. This was about a bunch of child, throwing tantrums in unison. A horde of reckless animals asking for a fight they couldn't win. Seeking glory that wasn't theirs to have.

He wanted her to act like a mandalorian.

She was a jedi.

But a Cathar jedi.

She could honor that. Honor her people.

He wanted that? That she could give.

First came the blaster bolt to her knee, the woman accepting the blow like an old friend, feeling the pain ring through her leg. Next came the one to the face, and Jonyna's only retort was to raise her saber and deflect it right back at the mando, as he charged towards her.

Then came the charge itself. The spear was easy enough, Jonyna once more shifting her stance to allow her coat to catch the blade, the speartip once more embedding itself in the wood panels. In the same motion, she pulled her right arm back, deactivating her saber, allowing her tail to once more lash out and fire the sonic blaster at him, this time aiming for the polearm itself. If she couldn't shatter his armor, she could at least disarm him.

Then came the kick. In a blinding motion, she raised her left arm to catch the kick. Her hand grabbed the leg, holding it in place as she allowed the Force to flow through her hand, her senses instantly feeling through the metal plates on the shin of the mandalorian and feeling for faults.

He wanted to see the Cathar in her?

Jonyna's next move was animalistic. The Cathar instincts coming out as she channeled the force not through her hand, but through her mouth. Her Teeth.

The combined strength of predatorial jaw strength, and telekinetic crushing power came down on the armored shin, as she went to rend the metal, skin, and bone.

 

[Veshok Rook]

Raid on Umbara
Talking to Yuri Maji ​

The overly fancy helmet shook slowly "We are awfully far away from Alliance space" - the words that needed to be said had thereby been said. It was becoming abundantly clear that Veshok had no intentions of stepping aside and before long, the other made it equally clear that he was not one to budge either.

His means of delivering the message was powerful. Their dark surroundings suddenly lit up as a number of bolts were fired off whilst the Shistavanen took to the skies. Vesh was far from unprepared for combat and the rifle popping up gave him a little bit of time. Still, they stood at a close range and escaping the first volley was ambitious. Overly ambitious. Vesh had quickly managed to create some movement as he took a few light steps to the side whilst advancing towards the opponent a little. It caused the first few bolts to miss. The last bolt of the volley, however, hit his chest plate at an angle.

Even if the beskar could take the bolt with relative ease, the explosion that followed knocked him off of his feet. The momentum he had already built was completely countered by that of the attack, causing him to flip sideways before landing on his back. Still very much in the fight, Vesh shuffled back at a rapid rate to a - in relation to the ancient jungle - relatively young tree.

His hand had started to reach for his weapon when he spotted that his foe was preparing yet another attack. The whipcord was aimed right at him - but with a quick move, Vesh pulled one of the branches down for the cord to wrap around instead. He rapidly got back up on his feet and placed one on top of the cord whilst trying to stay somewhat mobile. Raising one arm to point at the foe, he then fired off a miniature rocket with an ion charge to explode in the vicinity of where the Shistavanen flew.

 

[Keir'las Fett]

| Location	Jungles, Umbara
| Objective	Sabotage
| Focus	Explosives placed; interacting with Careena Fett
| Tags	Open

OBJECTIVE TWO: THROUGH THE JUNGLE
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Keir'las's heart pounded in her chest as she sprinted through the shadowy undergrowth, the sounds of pursuit growing ever closer. Her intuition screamed danger, but there was nowhere to go but forward. The young Mandalorian's breath came in short, controlled bursts, her training kicking in despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. As she heard Careena's command crackle through her comms, Keir'las didn't hesitate. Without breaking stride, she dropped into a forward roll, trusting her Alor implicitly. The sound of a blaster bolt sizzled past, mere inches above her head, followed by a muffled thud and a cry cut short behind her. Springing back to her feet in one fluid motion, Keir'las allowed herself a quick glance back. The final Umbaran pursuer lay motionless on the jungle floor, a smoking hole in their luminescent biosuit. A grim smile touched her lips beneath her helmet. <"Nice shot"> she murmured into her comms, her voice steady despite her racing pulse. <"Glad to see your aim's as sharp as ever."> Without slowing her pace, Keir'las continued toward Careena's position, her senses on high alert for any more threats. As she ran, she activated her helmet's advanced sensor suite, scanning the surrounding area for heat signatures and movement. The exotic flora of Umbara made thermal imaging challenging, but she could still detect the faint outlines of various lifeforms in the distance. Suddenly, her sensors picked up movement to her left. Acting on instinct, Keir'las dove to the right, narrowly avoiding a lashing vine that seemed to appear out of nowhere. In one smooth motion, she drew her blaster pistol and fired two silenced shots at the base of the predatory plant, severing its main stalk. As she rolled back to her feet, Keir'las's mind raced, recalling the mission details. Their primary objective was to sabotage the doonium mining operation, but they also needed to secure as much of the precious ore as possible for Clan Fett. The charges she had set on the power conduits were primed and ready, waiting for her signal to detonate. Approaching Careena's perch, Keir'las activated her vambrace, bringing up a holographic display of the mining facility's layout. <"The charges are set on the main power conduits here and here,"> she reported, highlighting two points on the map. <"Once I trigger the detonation, we'll have approximately 30 minutes before their backup generators kick in. That should give our team enough time to breach the ore storage vault and begin the rest of the extractions."> She reached the base of Careena's tree, looking up at her with a mixture of gratitude and determination in her eyes, even if it couldn't be seen through her helmet. "What's our next move?" she asked, her voice low but steady. "I can try to infiltrate the main control room and scramble their communications, or we could rendezvous with the extraction team and provide cover fire." Keir'las's hand unconsciously moved to the concealed vibroblade at her hip, ready for whatever Careena decided. The thrill of the mission coursed through her veins, mixing with the ever-present desire to prove herself worthy of the Fett name. As she awaited her Careena's decision, she kept her senses attuned to their surroundings, knowing that on Umbara, danger could come from any direction at any moment. Then, unable to contain her excitement, Keir'las added with a hint of mischief in her voice, <"Oh, and Careena? No matter what we decide to do next... can I be the one to press the button? Pretty please?"> She held up the detonator, her fingers twitching eagerly over the trigger. Despite the gravity of their mission, Keir'las couldn't help but feel a childlike thrill at the prospect of setting off the explosives she had so carefully placed.

 

[Yuri Maji]

UMBARA | JUNGLE
ALLIES: Carduul Akahl | Sahan Dragr
ENEMIES: AT THIS POINT, EVERYONE
ENGAGING: Veshok Rook
GEAR: In bio

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While his initial attacks managed to score some success, Yuri was quickly countered as the man pinned his grappling line in place and fired a rocket. ”Kriff…” He shifted his wrist and fired a blast from his repulsor in hopes to detonate the rocket prematurely in front of the Rook.

Not waiting around to see what happened, Yuri disconnected his cable and fired once again at the Rook with his rifle. His mind was scrambling to figure out what he could do. An idea came to him and he switched the firing mode of his rifle. When he shot again, several EMP rounds streaked toward the Rook in hopes of disabling his suit systems and jetpack.

The stampede was closing in, clearly audible now through the air. Distant explosions and streaks of blasterfire could be seen in the distance, briefly lighting up the dark planet. He quickly flew up to a nearby tree and landed atop a sizable branch to let his jetpack cool and conserve some power.

His rifle was at the ready with his thermal vision engaging to keep an eye on the Rook. The horde of creatures were closing in fast.

 

[Valery Noble]

Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Double-Bladed Lightsaber

Valery's violet blades hummed through the thick air as she advanced through the city's chaos, her senses alert, every step calculated. The Mandalorians were relentless, but they weren't the only ones driven by purpose. As she moved closer to the center of the conflict, a sudden flash in the distance caught her attention — a figure clad in Mandalorian armor, standing firm amidst the chaos.

Her fiery eyes narrowed as she looked at him, and he had seen her too. With a bellowing challenge, he made his intentions clear. This wasn't just another skirmish for him. It was a test — a display of power, perhaps a bid for glory.

Valery stopped her advance, her twin blades casting a sharp, violet glow that illuminated the dark street. For a moment, the two warriors stood at a distance, the space between them charged with tension. She could feel his determination, his readiness to clash with her, and his will to fight. Despite this, he seemed reluctant to make the first move. Was he planning something, or was he aware of what she could do?

It didn't matter — she would not allow herself to be drawn into mindless aggression.

"Innocent farmers were too easy, so now you test yourself against slightly more threatening civilians?" Valery asked purely to provoke a response and gauge how he'd react, "I don't understand what glory there is to this violence, but it ends here for you today." With those words, she dashed forward, closing the distance between them in a burst of Force-augmented speed that ripped up the ground in her wake, her blades ready to meet his challenge head-on. Valery wasn't here for glory — she was here to protect and remind Sig and his warriors what true strength really was.

As soon as she slipped within range, Valery swept her double-bladed weapon across her body, the rear blade coming around for a precision strike aimed at his neck, where no armor covered his skin.

Sig Dryggo ​

 

[Veshok Rook]

Raid on Umbara
Talking to Yuri Maji ​

By the time Yuri had produced and fired off the repulsor, the ion-charged threat had already made it far enough to no longer pose a threat to Vesh himself. Instead, it exploded into a blue cloud of electric currents trying to make their way to closest conduit.

When the tension from the whipcord under his foot was released, he didn't wait around before moving. It was fortunate too, for another bolt came his way. This time, it hit the ground where he had just been, causing the explosion to give him a bit of a push as he made his way deeper into the jungle's shrubbery. Perhaps he struggled a bit to maintain his balance after the push but the lack of grace did not seem to bother him in the least as he soon moved in among the numerous thick trees and other dense vegetation.

Whilst there, the ion charges barely posed a threat as he was both difficult to pin down and more often than not behind total cover. Before long, a number of trees would be between them and he would start to climb up along one of them, avoiding using his jetpack for the duration. And it seemed like fortune was on his side too: For whilst he tried to sneak up a tree, out of the other Mandalorian's line of sight, a stampede of various animals came charging towards their location. The hoard went past his own tree before continuing on to Yuri's.

Exploiting what might easily have been presumed as something attention grabbing, Vesh allowed his jetpack to boost him up a few meters further with a short burst. Once there, he carefully made haste up to a v-formed branching where he peeked out to fire a few shots aimed at his opponent's head.