Skirmish Neo-Crusaders Raid on Umbara | Open to All

[Sig Dryggo]

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

The Crusade: Hakon Fett
The Opposition: Valery Noble

Sig had a sinister grin form as the grandmaster attempted to provoke him. Her words meant nothing to the proud warrior. She would never understand the way Sig and the Crusade understood things. How could a Jedi? He cocked his head as she finished delivering her threat. “Death itself fears taking me,” he spat back before readying himself for the coming fight.

Not a moment too late, it seemed, as the grandmaster made her first move against Sig only seconds later. As her saber was coming around and towards him, Sig took a single step back before his jetpack activated. Only briefly; it acted as a boost to push him a few feet away from his target, but he remained on the ground. As he moved, however, he dropped a pair of emp grenades, intending on either incapacitating or distracting his foe.

A millisecond after landing, about six feet away from the grandmaster, he launched a volley of pistol fire her way. Between the grandes and the blaster fire, he hoped at least something would work in his favor. Regardless his mind remained racing ahead. For war was a game and Sig was its master. He knew the grandmaster would find ways to deflect or avoid his attacks. The key to killing any force-user was to wear them down, and this fight was only just beginning.

“Make no mistake,” he yelled over the blaster fire and emp blasts, “Death cannot claim me; for I am Death!” For a moment Sig blasted a few shots at a few of the innocents running in the chaos around them. The other key to killing a Jedi was mind games. Between the pistols, emps, and now death of innocents, Sig had hoped the grandmaster would make a mistake. Glory would be his.

 

[Carduul Akahl]

ALLIES: Yuri Maji , Sahan Dragr
TESTING RESOLVE OF: 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 poleaxe was embedded once more, and the whirl of motion that followed saw it repositioned to leverage its position yet again - part of her own coat was shoved into the way of her tail, letting it take the brunt of the sonic energy. Another moment, and his roundhouse kick was caught, although the sheer force of it could threaten to hurt her hand. Whether that was an issue or not did not fully matter in the next moment, as she at last obliged his request in a fashion he angled to drag out from her.

CRRRK. The imperfect armor once again cracked, much like it did on Manaan. But then, in a staggering show of force, it shattered inwards by the jaws of the Cathar with a CRUNCH! Teeth sunk into his flesh, crimson fluid gushing through Jonyna's maw. It was difficult to tell if it reached bone amidst all of it, due to the sundered pieces of metal in the way. But it was all the more likely because of it.

“HRAAAAGHH!” A cry of pain, of rage. It all came spilling out for a brief moment, past that righteous, precise image he always held himself to. It hurt like hell, not much different than if a blade had been driven through it. Likely worse, in fact - rending his flesh as if carving into it. It was the first time he had experienced such a thing in a long, long while. If he pushed his newly injured leg further, it could result in a longer recovery. It could risk something even worse. He had little other choice in this position.

Instinctually, the Viper carried through with the momentum provided by his jetpack despite the wretched pain, the polearm wrenching out of her coat mid-air with the motion. His other leg had raised shortly after the twist mid-air that had been intercepted, bending his knee so that the back of his other boot aimed directly for her throat and collarbone beneath his now injured leg - a backwards kick in a bid to force her to let go. The shoulder cape flew directly into her face with the motion, a haze of crimson fabric and blood likely being all she could see as he launched that very attack.

Regardless of the fact she had caught the hit, that did not stop the immense energy and force behind it. That same momentum, leverage, and energy would see him bowling into her directly - for it had nowhere else to go - more than likely sending them both tumbling into the ground. Hopefully freed by then, Carduul skidded aback as his cracked armor was stained, huffing with a breath of exertion.

Thud.

His weapon’s butt end slammed against the ground beneath him, to raise him up.

He slowly stood once more.

“There it is.” ​

Before he immediately jetted forth again, the poleaxe flipping from bladed edge to the spiked blunt side meant for smashing into the armor of wayward Mandalorians. It seemed this one warranted such a response. He launched into an entirely new flurry of blows - no less precise than they were before, though levying greater weight with his attacks, each carrying significant force with intent to contend even with her surges of energy.

The first strike was levied against her, dragging across the ground before casting upwards in an uppercut. The spiked surface aimed directly for her hip. Adrenaline coursed through his body. It dulled the pain, but it remained all too tangible - serving as motivation, a warning.

A second strike, whirling above his head and sweeping downwards in a vertical cleave towards her body. Blood pumped faster. It seeped profusely from the wound of his leg, but he pressed on nonetheless in a bid to make it hurt for her just as much as it did him. He could not keep this offensive up forever.

The third strike had the weapon threaten to bear down upon her left side horizontally, before it suddenly turned to a feint. It twisted the poleaxe’s shadow of an attack into a pivot in the opposite direction, where the blunt metal end of the haft aimed for a disorienting blow across Jonyna’s jaw.

The poleaxe reeled above and around his body, gathering enough momentum to harm those within armor like his, just as it sailed directly for her right shoulder and arm. The final blow attempted to pulverize flesh, crack and shatter bone, or whatever else may be in its way.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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ENGAGING: Carduul Akahl
Ride into the fire
Face up to the empty promise
Walk a little wiser
Fight hard for the honest

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She had never intended to bite down on the leg for long, but the kick to the throat forced her to let go. She would've collided with the mando shortly after, if her repulsorboots and quick feet hadn't allowed her to juke to the right, twirling in a dramatic display only a jedi would pull off in the middle of a fight.

What it did allow her to do was sneak in a quick slash of her saber at his back as he flew past her. She hoped to, ideally, disable his jetpack with that, but she'd take anything at this point. Her saber flickered with pyrokinesis still, the blade hot enough now to melt through durasteel like it was paper.

He was trying to goad her. He was trying to piss her off.

He wanted to draw out her worst instincts. Her rage. Her prejudice.

As he rose, Jonyna looked him dead in the eye, or at least dead in the helm, and uttered words she knew would strike deep.

"I forgive you. I forgive all of you. For Cathar, for your raids, for the hatred of it all. I don't, and I won't hate any of you for this."

Once more, she raised her saber, this time taking a Form IV stance.

"But I won't let you hurt anyone else. Your crusade ends at the hands of the jedi. Just as it always will. Not because of our honor, but because of what you represent. A rabid animal, lashing out against the world. The Hunter seeks you out, and puts you down. The world is safe again because of it."

Above them both, slowly the darkness of the jungle seemed to shift, in favor of the weather pattern that gave the rainforest it's name.

The falling water washed Jonyna's mouth of blood, as she looked at the Mandalorian with eyes of unending calm.

He wanted glory. He wanted to bring out the Predator in her. To turn this into a battle of brutality and vicious brawling.

He would find none. The Hunter was all that was left now. A Master of the Hunt.

Then came his final barrage.

First came an upward strike, Jonyna's leg erupting with flame as she was rocketed to the left, then a downward one, to which she did the same to the right. Then a slash across her, and the Mandalorian watched as her feet exploded with flame, sending her flying a good ten feet in the air. The feint would've worked if she hadn't flown so high, only for Jonyna to use her own momentum to come down with a two handed, downward stab of her saber right at the polearm. Precision and the Force guided her weapon as she attempted to skewer the rod's final extension, hoping to finally ending the threat of the damned weapon.

She knew he was already on his last legs, now she needed to disarm him.

 

[Jace Rhane]

TAGS:
Sahan Dragr

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Jace felt their lives be snuffed out.

And he felt the fear, the impending approach of the animal stampede. He remained kneeling, drawing the force into him. He held up his hand, and reached out to the approaching animals-

And made himself appear, in their minds, to be a tree.

They went around him, convinced that the kneeling man was a tree. Not a single one that passed by him even came close to him. Tricking animals was easy, especially fleeing ones concerned with staying alive moreso than anything else. Jace slowly rose to a stand, feeling the approach of another lifeform, and opened his eyes. He felt it. Young. Angry. Cocky.

Just like himself at that age.

He saw the shimmer of gold armor, a tall, powerful figure.

Jace rolled his lightsaber into his hand, and as the Mandalorian approached, he thumbed the activation- the cyan-blue blade a stark contrast in the Umbaran night, against the darkness of the canopy of the jungle. He did not use any trickery in the force, did not issue a verbal challenge. Jace remained steadfast, sure that the Mandalorian could not resist the temptation of a challenge. He wore the armor of a Jedi, and had the determination, the unflinching resolve that all Jedi did. He stood tall, ready for his foe.

Much more ready than last time.

 

[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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The intense inferno was blazing so hot that Sahan no longer needed to add to the fire with his plasmacaster. The flames were igniting even the greenest of the foliage. Some of the flora was even screaming like they were animals. He could even have sworn he saw a plant running while aflame, though it could have been a trick of the fiery light in the Umbaran night.

The golden-armored Mandalorian knew the other figure was there in the clearing. Had to have been a Force-user, the way he guided the stampede around him. But he had not tried to attack. Yet. Sahan strolled calmly into the clearing, the firelight reflecting off his beskar'gam. He was poised, carrying himself with such self-assurance and confidence that his presence was palpable even without the gift of the Manda. Not that having the gift would do any good should the sorcerer decide to attack.

"Jetii, Kebiin ra Aroa'yr?" Sahan asked. "Blue or Silver?" The Jedi may have already ignited his lightsaber, but that didn't concern Sahan. Given the circumstances, it was understandable if he wasn't an enemy.

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TAGS: OPEN
Yuri Maji Carduul Akahl Jace Rhane​

 

[Jace Rhane]

TAGS:
Sahan Dragr

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He rolled his lightsaber over his wrist, the cyan blade arcing in a fan.

"Neither."

He was young, by the voice and poise alone. Very young. Inexperienced. But battle-tested. Perhaps trained. Jace began to walk forward, dragging his lightsaber on the ground, arcing it when it ran across the stone. He walked slowly, firm-

And aggressive.

Somewhat unlike most of the Jedi here. Jace was more aggressive, more prone to righteous anger. He knew what the Mandalorians were capable of, what they had done. What they did to him, what they did on Manaan- and previously. Jace moved fast, gathering the force into his legs, pulling himself forward, closing the distance, his lightsaber scraping on the ground.

And he went to ram his shoulder, enhanced by the force- square into the center mass of the Mandalorian to start their fight.

 

[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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"Neither."

"Shame," the Mandalorian replied. "I was hoping you were a Silver. They're the only Jedi I have respect for. Though, that's entirely because of Matsu Ike, the only Jedi I've ever met with actual sense." She had been the only one to actually calmly and rationally listen to other sides without jumping to conclusions and immediately attacking. Of course, anyone who decided to attack Sahan Dragr had already sealed their fate. And apparently this was one such man.

The man came at him with aggression, obviously holding some kind of grudge. Grudges had never been Sahan's style, though certain individuals really tested that. It was all fine by him, though. The Alliance wanted to act like the Enclave and other Mando'ade like them were villains? Sahan had no issues playing the part. And they would deserve every bit of what was coming to them... But first, this unaffiliate Jedi would learn a lesson or ten.

As the Jedi ran at him with Force-enhanced speed, there was a loud crack of a sonic boom and a shockwave threatened to push the Jedi backwards as Sahan ignited his flight systems and maneuvered behind him. "Too slow, you repulsive recluse." He gave an overdramatic yawn in mockery of the sorcerer. "Every wack job wizard and their grandmother uses that speed trick. It's so predictable. Less so from a Mandalorian without access to your magic." Sahan held out his hand in the shape of a gun, mockingly pretending to shoot the Jedi. "And I do it better."

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Engaging: Jace Rhane​

 

[Jace Rhane]

TAGS:
Sahan Dragr

​

Jace saw him move. His eyes followed him, but his body was slower than his eyes, or his senses. The shockwave met him, and he skirted back, his body held somewhat by the force, but his initial attack faltered, his forward momentum undone by the Mandalorian's use of his tool. His concentration was broken, and the use of the force to enhance his speed would have to take another moment.

Crafty bastard.

Jace didn't need to turn though- he turned his lightsaber off, and while the Mandalorian was in the midst of his monologue, held his hand behind him and-

Sent a wave of the force outwards, a fair sized cone directly where he heard the Mandalorian's voice coming from.

"This isn't a play, spare me the monologues, cretin."

 

[Carduul Akahl]

ALLIES: Yuri Maji , Sahan Dragr
TESTING RESOLVE OF: 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 jetpack, alas, was built into the armor plate of his ancient visage - sleek in nature, it made it a difficult target to properly disable compared to most modern designs, the blade scraping off his side with sparks in its wake.

As he slowly stood, his smaller T-visor remained fixated upon her as she espoused forgiveness, of all things. The Viper stared, in a few moments longer of silence.

Before a loud, sardonic laugh emitted from behind the helm, hollowly echoing across the forest.

“A shame. After all this, you still do not grasp what has been, and could be. That is why I must exist.” His tone had then softened, almost as if morose. Despite all he tried to open her eyes to, she still resisted. His arms splayed wide to the one person that stood afore him, as if to a crowd of spectators,

“What happened that day is the reason the Republic lasted so long - a true warrior’s sacrifice. Without it, the Mando’ade would have claimed all. It would have stagnated and dissolved far earlier, only to be devoured. But it was, anyways. When peace finally did reign, it rotted until there was nothing left but a wretch’s Empire.”

Carduul knew much of history. How could he not know of the bane of Mandalore the Ultimate, how one man swore a massacre like Cathar would never again occur ‘neath his watchful eye? Of the eventual fall of ancestral foes with no adversity to steel them?

His weapon was wrenched from the ground after he braced against it to stand. It pointed towards her.

“What use is a Hunter, when it is chained the way thou art? It is the reason why we are here, when you could have claimed ultimate victory, so long ago. If that were just, I would not exist. The Galaxy has other plans.”

Both of his hands then grasped the weapon. Lowering towards the ground, in preparation.

“If your ilk refuses to strive for greater heights, then my people shall - again, and again, and again.”

The cycle will continue. It was the only way for Mandalorians to survive, always one step ahead of the abyss. The only way for the Galaxy to survive.

And so he sallied forth, striking with all the fury and wrath she deserved, to be met with a newfound agility. His polearm hefted, turned, tilted. Narrowly missing several times, and the final attack was never thrown. In the midst of this tense exchange, which more than likely demanded all attention to subvert, a slowly growing rumbling was emanating from the forest.

Then his head tilted upwards, visor reflecting the brilliant flame. His final attack never motioned, and the momentum saw his polearm positioned towards the center of his body. He jetted upwards to meet her in the air, akin to a jousting duo of knights.

“That is why our kind is destined to fight for eternity.”​

Keen gaze noticed she wasn’t aiming for him, rather his weapon. He kept his angle squarely center mass.

The lightsaber struck against metal, and a terrible shriek resounded in protest - far from the song by Mandalorian Iron. Imperfect, like the rest of his kit, yet it refused to break. Jonyna’s blade glided down the haft, which would have seen his fingers cut from his hand. With a grit of his teeth, in a sudden change of events, he let go of the polearm.

His right arm wrapped around and motioned to lock her forearm so that she would not be able to bisect a limb with her blade, by then too close to effectively move her weapon anyways, too close to dodge away. His left arm remained ready to fend off any other motions.

He did not have rows of sharp teeth, or unnatural powers to shatter metal and bolster his capabilities.

Instead, his helm came directly to her face. A parting gift, from his culture to hers.

CRASH.

The visor cracked. Her momentum had crashed into his mid-air. Weights would see them both dragged down into the sodden ground from the sky. No matter the repulsors, the jetpack, it was simply too much. Like a falling comet.

And upon landing, the impact would separate them once again, only to be suddenly surrounded by a horde of Umbara’s vast array of wildlife, fleeing from fires not far from their position. Carduul lost sight of the Cathar, sent tumbling once more with the threat of being trampled underfoot. In the dust kicked up, the glint of his weapon flashed. Swiftly, his jetpack thrust himself towards it. His wrist shot out, the whipcord wrapping around it, and pulling it to him.

With that in hand, and a still-bleeding leg, The Viper was gone with the forces of nature to rejoin his brethren, no doubt. He could’ve stayed until they both died from injuries - but that would have accomplished nothing for either of them. He still had a movement to spur on.

 

[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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Careena exhaled slowly after Keir'las dove forward right before she fired, watching the bolt fly straight and true. The bolt impacted the Umbaran's helmet, punching a hole through the glass as it left a smoldering hole between their eyes. The body crumpled immediately as the internal lights of their helmet lit the escaping gases. Her scope drifted over to Keir'las briefly who gave her thanks over the comms before lifting her blaster up, resting it against her shoulder, <"I've never let them get dull. Your awareness of your surroundings could use a little work though. I won't always be around to watch your six."> She joked in response.​

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She watched in silence as Keir'las managed to awaken another one of the Death's Embrace on the ground. Keir'las was quick not to repeat the same mistake twice, avoiding getting caught by the plant before summarily dispatching it. Careena gave a satisfied nod as she reached down to her belt to grab a pair of macrobinoculars, scanning the distance for any other hostiles that might have been alerted. So far they were good, though with the patrol now dead, some alarms might get raised if they failed to report in. Thankfully with Keir'las' diligent sabotage of the power conduits, the doonium site would be left exposed.​

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She dropped down to the ground below, like a shadow amongst shadows as she straightened up and looked over to Keri'las who reached her position, <"When we take out the power, their communications and security will be down. The others should be in position to start the strike. We'll cover them and secure the extraction site."> She shifted her grip on her rifle as she glanced at the eager young Fett who was brimming with anticipation. She reached a hand out and lightly tapped Keir'las' shoulder and spoke in a soft yet coy tone, <"Of course Keir'las. I would never deny you the opportunity to do so. Let's get into position first though."> She chuckled softly as she turned to take point to get to their next position.​

 

[Keir'las Fett]

| Location	Jungles, Umbara
| Objective	Sabotage
| Focus	Heading to the extraction site with Careena Fett .
| Tags	Open

OBJECTIVE TWO: THROUGH THE JUNGLE
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Keir'las's lips curled into a wry smile beneath her helmet at Careena's gentle ribbing. "Fair enough," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'll work on not tempting fate quite so often." As Careena descended from her perch, Keir'las marveled at the fluid grace of her movement. Even in the oppressive darkness of Umbara, Careena's form seemed to bend the shadows around her. The tap on her shoulder sent a jolt through her, a well of the Alors emotions washing over Keir for a few brief moments before flickering out quickly as Careena pulled her hand away. Keir'las recovered, a shaky laugh escaping her lips as she nodded- ever thankful her helmet concealed her current expression. Keir'las fell in step behind Careena as they glided through the alien landscape, each step calculated and silent. The air hung heavy with moisture, carrying the acrid scent of decaying vegetation and something else - something uniquely Umbaran that set Keir'las's nerves on edge. Bioluminescent fungi pulsed softly along their path, casting eerie, shifting shadows that seemed to reach for them with every step. As they neared their designated position, Keir'las's heightened senses picked up on subtle changes in their surroundings. The chittering of native fauna grew hushed, as if the jungle itself was holding its breath in anticipation of what was to come. "In position," Keir'las breathed into her comm as they crouched behind a massive, gnarled root. Its bark was slick with an otherworldly moss that seemed to glow faintly in response to their touch. She pulled out the detonator, its weight reassuring in her gloved hand. Keir'las glanced at Careena, reading the silent command in her posture. She took a deep breath, her finger hovering over the trigger. Time seemed to slow, each heartbeat stretching into eternity. Then, with a slight nod from Careena, she pressed the button. The world held its breath for a fraction of a second. Then, chaos erupted. The first explosion tore through the night like a wounded beast, a primal roar of fire and fury that shattered the unnatural stillness of Umbara. The flash was so bright that it overwhelmed Keir'las's helmet filters, searing a white-hot afterimage into her retinas. The shockwave hit next, a solid wall of force that slammed into them, rattling Keir'las's armor and sending a shudder through her body. The very air seemed to vibrate, carrying with it the acrid scent of vaporized metal and burning chemicals. Before the echoes of the first blast had faded, secondary explosions blossomed across the mining facilities power conduits. Each detonation added its voice to the symphony, a cascading crescendo of fire and smoke. Keir'las watched in awe as structures buckled and collapsed, their dying screams of twisting metal barely audible over the ongoing barrage. The ground beneath them bucked and heaved, as if Umbara itself was trying to shake off the violence visited upon it. Keir'las's HUD flickered with interference, struggling to compensate for the rapidly changing environment. As the facility's lights failed, plunging the area into a darkness broken only by the angry glow of fires and arcing electricity, Keir'las felt a surge of fierce joy. "Now that's how you light up a party," she said, her voice tight with exhilaration. Debris rained down around them, a deadly hail of twisted metal and shattered stone. Smoke billowed into the air, thick and acrid, carrying with it the distinct ozone smell of fried electronics and something else - the unique scent of burning Umbaran flora, alien and oddly sweet. Keir'las was on her feet in an instant at Careena's signal and they surged forward. Keir'las matched her pace perfectly, her movements a fluid dance through the transformed landscape. As they closed in on the extraction point, the sounds of battle grew louder. Blaster fire cut through the smoky air, the familiar staccato rhythm of Mandalorian weaponry mixing with the higher-pitched whine of Umbaran tech. Through the haze, Keir'las caught glimpses of beskar armor reflecting the fires. Drawing her blaster, Keir glanced at Careena one last time, "After you." ​

 

[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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Careena shifted through the jungles of Umbara, moving from one tree to the next, deliberate with each step made as she scanned their route. She had stowed her rifle, magnetizing it to the side of her jetpack as she had her pistols unholstered, ready for any close ranged encounter while on the move in the event that the Umbarans did manage to intercept them en route. She soon hunkered down behind a root alongside Keir'las as they secured their position, ready to detonate. Careena glanced over at Keir'las as they affirmed that they were ready to go before giving her a silent nod as the green light, holding her breath as she braced.​

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Umbaran patrols were already making their way to their extraction site to engage their fellow warriors, passing dangerously close to the pair concealed in the dark. The thunderous roar of detonations chaining across the distance followed by bright flashes as Keir'las' explosives started a chain reaction broke the dark sky, the ensuing shockwave staggering the passing Umbarans as they turned in the direction of the explosion.​

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The momentary distraction was an opening that Careena took as she immediately vaulted over the root, cracking the back of the nearest Umbaran's helmeted head with the butt of her pistol as bioluminescent gasses escaped before immediately slipping one of her arms under the disoriented Umbaran's and up to their neck, holding them up as a meat shield whilst leveling her blaster in her opposite hand, opening fire on the other Umbarans who turned.​

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The closest one was struck in the chest with a trio of shots as the others started to shout at each other, trying to get an angle on Careena without shooting their captured comrade, who struggled to try and break free without accidentally getting himself shot as well. Careena maintained an iron grip on her hostage as she drew the attention of the Umbarans, giving her companion an opportunity as she spoke into her comms, <"Flank them and take them out Keir'las.">​

 

[Keir'las Fett]

| Location	Jungles, Umbara
| Objective	Sabotage
| Focus	Heading to the extraction site with Careena Fett .
| Tags	Open

OBJECTIVE TWO: THROUGH THE JUNGLE
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As Careena vaulted over the root and engaged the first Umbaran, Keir'las circled wide, using the shadows and her intuition to guide her. She could sense the confusion and fear emanating from the Umbarans, their emotions a chaotic swirl that she used to her advantage. <"With pleasure,"> she whispered into her comms, a predatory grin spreading beneath her helmet. Keir'las uncoiled her modified electrowhip with a flick of her wrist, the weapon humming to life with a soft, menacing crackle. She charged forward, using her jetpack for a short burst of speed that caught the nearest Umbaran off guard. The whip lashed out, wrapping around the Umbaran's weapon and yanking it from their grasp. In the same fluid motion, Keir'las closed the distance, her vibrodagger seeming to materialize in her hand as she drove it into a gap in the Umbaran's armor at the shoulder. The alien let out a strangled cry as Keir'las twisted the blade, using the momentum to throw them into their comrade. As the two Umbarans stumbled, Keir'las's whip cracked again, this time catching one around the ankle. She activated the electrical charge, sending arcs of blue energy coursing through the alien's body. The Umbaran convulsed, their bioluminescent suit flickering erratically. Keir'las didn't pause to watch, her intuition flared, warning her of danger from behind. She dropped and rolled, narrowly avoiding a blaster bolt that sizzled past where her head had been a moment before. Coming up in a crouch, she flung her vibrodagger with deadly accuracy, the weapon spinning through the air to embed itself in the visor of the Umbaran who had tried to flank her. Retrieving her blade with a quick tug of her whip, Keir'las turned to face the last standing Umbaran from the small group she and Careena had flanked. She could sense their fear, practically taste it in the air. "Want to dance?" she taunted, her voice low and dangerous. The Umbaran, however, proved to be more formidable than anticipated. As Keir'las launched forward with her jetpack, the alien reacted with surprising speed, sidestepping her charge and bringing their weapon to bear. A blaster bolt grazed Keir'las's shoulder, leaving a scorched mark on her beskar armor and sending a jolt of pain through her arm. Gritting her teeth, Keir'las lashed out with her electrowhip, but the Umbaran anticipated the move. They ducked under the crackling energy, closing the distance faster than Keir'las expected. A swift, powerful kick caught her in the midsection, driving the air from her lungs and sending her stumbling backward. The Umbaran pressed their advantage, raining down a series of quick, precise blows that forced Keir'las on the defensive. She backpedaled, her movements less fluid now, struggling to find an opening. A punch slipped through her guard, catching her on the side of her helmet and sending her sprawling to the ground. Keir'las rolled, narrowly avoiding a stomping boot aimed at her throat. Her hand fumbled for her vibrodagger, but the Umbaran kicked it away, the weapon skittering into the underbrush. Panic fluttered in her chest, but she pushed it down, forcing herself to focus. As the Umbaran reached down to grab her Keir'las saw her chance. She activated her jetpack in short, powerful burst, driving her helmet into the alien's midsection. The Umbaran stumbled back, momentarily winded, giving Keir'las the opening she needed. She sprang to her feet ignoring the ache in her ribs, and lashed out with her electrowhip. This time it found its mark, wrapping around the Umbaran's arm. Keir'las activated the charge, sending arcs of electricity through her opponent. The Umbaran convulsed but didn't go down, their armor absorbing some of the shock as she lunged forward. her elbow crashing through its helmet. Before the they could recover, Keir'las wrapped the whip around their neck, pulling it tight. The Umbaran struggled, their movements growing weaker as the lack of oxygen took its toll. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they went limp. Keir'las released the whip then, letting the Umbaran's body slump to the ground. She stood there for a moment, chest heaving, her whole body aching. Retrieving her blade from the underbrush, Keir'las turned to Careena, trying to mask her fatigue. "Area clear," she reported, her voice strained and breathy. "Ready … to move on your command."​

 

[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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The shockwave had managed to catch the Jedi by surprise, but not quite enough to topple him. However, the sorcerer was quick thinking and launched his own Force-propelled shockwave toward Sahan without even turning around. This caught the Mandalorian by surprise and, combining with his own tailwind, sent him flying backward through some flaming trees, which crashed to the ground.

"Ha! Now that's what I'm talking about! Made me eat my own words! I might be able to find some respect for you, after all, Jedi." Sahan bounded up before the Jedi could turn to face him.

"This isn't a play, spare me the monologues, cretin."

"Kiffar, actually," Sahan replied laughing. "And what is Life but a play, and the Galaxy the grandest stage? The Mando'ade live each day giving their greatest performances in whatever they do."

"Now..." Sahan pulled his sword, the Tusurki'aa Ta'hye Beskad, and ignited it. The white-hot plasma lit up the edges of the blade as Sahan gave a dramatic bow and took a combat stance. "Care to join me in an improv dance?"

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TAGS: Jace Rhane​

 

[Yuri Maji]

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

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With the stampede raging beneath him, Yuri turned his attention to the trees around them. The guy wasn’t that dumb to stay down there, unfortunately. To his annoyance, though, his thermal vision couldn’t pick anything up aside from the dozens of creatures charging past. The noise also didn’t help his mood. Luckily Baby was safe, the animals merely saw him as an obstacle to avoid.

But something did catch his attention. A brief blast from a jetpack. Anyone else probably wouldn’t have been able to pick up on it over the noise from beneath, but beneath his helmet an ear flicked and his attention turned to the direction he heard it from. A few seconds later, a white silhouette popped up in the crook of a tree. Yuri didn’t waste a second. His arm raised and a rocket fired at the Rook as he took aim, though he wasn’t quick enough as several blaster bolts slammed into him and forced him out of the tree.

Yuri rolled with the impacts and soared toward the Rook’s tree as he locked onto the other man. He was pressing the attack, closing the distance. He could afford to take some hits, his armour was thick and built for close quarters.

He chased after the man with his blaster firing volleys of EMP bolts. It was only when the blaster ran dry that he stuck it to the side of his jetpack and instead took aim with a different weapon. A weapon he would never have thought about using on his own people. Six whistling birds erupted from his boots and zoomed towards the Rook from various angles. It wouldn’t kill him, but the risk of debilitating injury would certainly be present.

At the very least, it would serve as a decent distraction for Yuri to fly towards the man and attempt to tackle him with the stunners in his gloves crackling with an electrical charge. One last attempt to incapacitate him without having to use lethal force.

 

[Jace Rhane]

They begun.

TAGS:
Sahan Dragr
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Jace thumbed a button on his lightsaber, increasing the length of the blade when the Mandalorian drew his. He cocked his head, only mildly interested in the blade's properties. But he could tell it was heavy, he could tell it was off-balance. He saw from the design of the sword that he could only hold it with one hand.

Jace held the blade up to his face, in the Makashi salute of old.

A sign of respect, but also, a demonstration if the Mandalorian was wise. Jace rarely used subterfuge or trickery, and now would be no exception. Jace offered no reply to the wise-cracking younger man, and instead, marched forward, taking the aggressive posture in the fight.

Uncommon for most Jedi, but perhaps not for Jace.

He thrust his blade forward in the Makashi stab, his form nearly perfect, his feet firmly planted, spread evenly apart. The stab came quick, fast, and directly into his chest area. The short sword would serve him well in many parts of the galaxy, and in many wars. But would it serve him well here, against a Jedi using the Second Lightsaber form?

And perhaps, more than just a Jedi?

 

[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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Careena continued to hold her hostage as a shield as she used her blaster wielding hand to take aim and pick off the Umbarans, deliberate in who she targeted as she went after the ones who didn't seem to hesitate to gun down their own comrade if it meant giving them a chance to take her out. She was simply faster as she fired rapidly with unmatched accuracy and precision. To add to the confusion, Keir'las was already fast at work taking the Umbarans by surprise as they unleashed their whip.​

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Keir'las moved with elegance as Careena watched, ejecting the spent tibanna cartridge from her blaster with a quick flick of her wrist. The Umbaran in her grasp struggled, thinking he had a chance to wriggle free, only for Careena to summarily yank at their helmeted head, abruptly twisting their neck with a sickening crack of their neck as their struggling ceased. She released her now dead prisoner as they crumpled to the ground, Careena using her freed hand to load a fresh tibanna cartridge into her pistol.​

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She glanced up to see Keir'las taking on the last of the Umbaran patrol, eyeing every movement like a hawk, ready to intervene and shoot the Umbaran if necessary. She wouldn't deny Keir'las her kill, but it would be earned even if they proved difficult. It was a harsh lesson to learn, but important nonetheless to gauge your opponent and their skills, adapting and learning how they fought in the heat of battle, before claiming victory.​

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She smiled from beneath her helmet as Keir'las approached, trying their best to put on a tough exterior, but she could tell that the young Fett was tired from the exchange. She gave a brief nod before she raised a hand to the side of her helmet, opening up the channel for the nearby crusaders in position around the doonium plant <"This is Careena, their communications and defenses are down, take whatever you can and rendezvous at extraction."> She closed the channel before glancing over to Keir'las, <"Well done Keir'las. Let's secure the perimeter and call it a day.">​

 

[Veshok Rook]

Raid on Umbara
Fighting Yuri Maji ​

Eyes widened as they saw the missile coming their way. Vesh pushed against the tree with elbows and legs to toss himself away from it. When the missile exploded against the tree, pieces of wood impacted against the beskar whilst the shockwave pushed him away at a higher pace. An activation of the jetpack prevented him from tumbling down onto the ground but the stampeding herd of animals almost touched his feet.

Still not keen on staying in the same spot for too long, he kept hovering back until seeing the other coming at him at full speed. A hail of blue bolts came raining down at him. This time, however, Vesh did not disappear in behind the thick shrubbery of the jungle. Instead, he fired of another emp missile at his foe. Unfortunately, the extended arm firing the missile off was also licked by one of the emp bolts. The Mandalorian's T-visor quickly shot down to the rays of blue going through his vambrace, effectively frying its systems - still, his armour kept him safe from acquiring injuries from the shot itself.

Then came the whistling birds. Vesh's jetpack quickly turned off. A few decimeters of fall had him caught in the end bits of the stampede. One of the animals bonked its head head at him whilst another bumped him with its back. A few more blunt force impacts followed has he kept slowly tumbling down towards the ground with increasing risks of getting trampled. Finally, he pulled out his beskad and stuck it to the side of a larger beast to hold him from falling as it staggered and cried in pain. It would not last for long, however, for soon, it along with a number of other creatures were hit by the six whilsting birds that had been fired.

Large carcasses laid scattered across the ground, creating a small blockage against the last few animals coming behind them. Vesh, clearly pained, pulled the beskad from the ground whilst getting back up to his feet. Fortunately spotting the foe coming at him, he made a quick turn. Whether still flying at him or running, if hit by the EMP, the other Mandalorian was rushing at a high pace. Vesh quickly pointed his beskad at him: If the sights were still set on a tackle, it would be hard for the man to avoid being skewered by a beskad searching its way through the gaps in his armour.

If the other Mandalorian was not skewered, Vesh would take an aggressive step to produce a quick but powerful slash at his foe's shoulder, mostly utilising his extended arm and the power of his wrist and the weight of his blade. He then went on to produce another slash to prevent a counter attack, all whilst carefully trying to stay just outside of the reach of the other's gauntlets.

 

[Kaiyra Munin]

C R U S A D E R
UMBARA

Allies: Neo-Crusaders
Sig Dryggo | Livia Cadera | Hakon Fett | Feydrik Munin
Enemies: Umbaran Militia, Open

Do_Bad_Well
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Clan Munin skirted the fight developing between Sig Dryggo and the female jetii weilding a double-bladed lightsaber and proceeded to push further into the capital city of Umbara from the main road.

Today, the elder Munin sibling was on the ground for the raid leaving overwatch to Hakon Fett who was spearheading his clan's basilisks in the skies above. She had a feeling the war droid firepower would be needed sooner or later as the Umbarans deployed their full arsenal of specialized weapons to stay off the marauding Mandalorians.

The red and black-armored Mando led her squad of warriors made up mostly of beskar-plated Transdoshans who had been fully adopted into the clan after assisting the Munins in successful raids on Kashyyyk and Rodia back during the Reclamation War.

To be honest, the bipedal Reptilians had creeped out the Akaan's daughter at first, but she respected their warrior skills and killer mentality, and they, her mandokarla. Hence why Kaiyra agreed to soldier on with them over the years and for the T'doshok hunters to have her alongside them as a sister-in-arms.

Her squad of warriors had taken the right flank while Feydrik Munin had taken his to the other side. She had no worries about him as he could be a one-man fighting army all by himself... Such was the berserker way as many of her kin were noted for. She herself traditionally in battle wore sacrificial blood painted in an intricate pattern on her face; appeasement to the Gods for good favor especially from Kad Ha'rangir - The Destroyer God.

The Umbaran Militia were supposedly formidable, but so were Mandalorians. Right now it was guerrilla warfare as they entered the city. Kaiyra used her slugthrower pistols to take out their gas-enhanced soldiers fairly easily by cracking their clear-helmet visors and making them less aggressive, easier to kill.

But yeah, too easy it was.

Then, she began to see flashes of electricity come up on her HUD.

Frak...

<"Millicreep droids... Watch their tails, vode!">

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[Valery Noble]

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

Valery's eyes narrowed as Sig activated his jetpack, watching his movements with calm precision. As the EMP grenades dropped to the ground before her, she didn't hesitate. With a swift motion of her hand, she harnessed the Force, grabbing hold of the grenades and flinging them back toward Sig before their timer ran out. The grenades detonated mid-air somewhere between the two, sending bursts of electromagnetic energy through the air.

Hopefully close enough to him — he was the one most vulnerable to EMP with all his tech and gear.

Without missing a beat, she then shifted her stance, her double-bladed lightsaber spinning in a blur of violet energy as she deflected the incoming blaster fire. The bolts ricocheted off her blades, sparking against the nearby buildings or flying harmlessly into the dark sky. Despite the chaos around her, Valery remained focused, her senses fully attuned to the battlefield and the man trying to bring her down.

"Kyrel Ren once believed the same." she replied to his nonsense about death, referring back to the Wrath of the Maw, "Until I cut him down." Her voice cut through the noise with icy determination. With another surge of the Force within her body, Valery readied herself to counter-attack, only to watch as his pistols turned to innocents running. Her gaze hardened, and with little time to make a decision, she decided to focus on why she was here — protecting people.

One arm reached out to project a barrier, which helped shield some of the civilians trying to escape against his blaster fire. But as the deaths of others rippled through the Force, Valery turned to him with a fire burning in her eyes.

"Is this Death? Running away from our fight to shoot at civilians. How pathetic." Valery scoffed and raised her blade to challenge him, "If you seek honor, duel me."

Sig Dryggo ​