Now is the Time [Open to all Mandalorians]

[HK-36]

[member="Vilaz Munin"],

The slug would suddenly crash into [member="Cato Fett"] with a terrible noise, the man stepping in between Mia and Strider to intervene and unknowingly being Vilaz's target instead of Mia, taking the bullet for her.

[Mando'a] "You really suck at this, Munin."

One of those who gathered around to see Mia speak quipped out towards the assailant in electrified voice, the droid just arrived in the gathering, joining the crowd at the time as Strider came up to speak with Mia and revealed he was there to arrest her, he was just in time to see the various guns being pulled and Cato being the first victim of the tensions.

"First a young Jedi healer girl, now one of your own vods. I am surprised you are the first to fire a shot, when others questioned your decision and challenge you to fight to bring justice and honor to you, you were so reluctant to agree and skitter away instead."

It would not be hard to identify the being as a droid from his electronic voice, although his form was somewhat concealed, covered in what looked to be some sort of dark fleshy membrane with thick equally dark chitinous plates arranged over him as armor, except his hands which were covered in extravagant Phrik gauntlets over the substance, all covered in a cascade of black cloth of his heavy cloak that washed down his shoulders and wrapped around him slightly. There were plates on his hands arranged into the Mandalorian T-visor. The said plates shifted back and the membrane peeled itself away from the droid's face to reveal the faceplate beneath, a weird mix of an HK-styled head combined with a Khaleesh war mask, with two crimson glowing photoreceptors emitting out their eerie light. Those who were knowledgeable about such things, [member="Scourge"] in particular, would know that this droid was wearing a Vong-shaped armor, to him it might have been especially insulting that a droid first managed to acquire or make such a suit before sporting it so openly.

HK would break from the crowd, moving towards Cato and kneeling down to check the extend of his wounds with his medical scanners, trying to help Cato up before he fell down completely as he looked to Mia then,

"I am here to bring sweet sweet justice upon you as well, but enough Mandalorian blood has been shed by you, put your bolter down. I have no brains for you to scatter."

His gaze would shift to Vilaz once more then as he tried to help the man he accidentally shot,

"And unlike some of you I still remember the Golden Age, the age of crusades when I fought besides Mandalore the Ultimate. I still remember the old codes and canons of honor. As much as I want Mia to pay for what she did, I will sooner kiss a Jedi's puckered up ass than allow an unborn child to pay for its mother's crimes without stepping in to intervene."

 

[Strider Garon]

Before Strider could reply he heard the the single shot rang from the crowd and his battle harden reflexes kicked in. He dove off to the right side in attempts to avoid getting shot by the targeted Mia or the newly arrived Cato while making himself a moving target. His shoulder pad would skid across scraps of ruin and dirt on the ground while he aimed his left wrist blaster at the traitor, baby rump and all, he did not hesitate to let loose a quick burst of blaster fire. The time was now, she had refused his offer of a peaceful surrender and now mandalorians were going to put her down and those that follow her like a rabid dogs in the streets of their ruined capital. Sad that a innocent life would have to parish with the guilty, but she had made her choice and now time would see where the dice have fallen.

 

[H3xle]

Mandalore​

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Vila flew low over the city, aiming to land somewhere in the rubble near where the signal came from. Her family had been Dar'manda, but Mandalore was the Mother, and when she hurt, any who cherished her came.

Even if they had never seen her in her prime.

Vila couldn't help but gawk out the forward screen at the utter destruction apparent throughout the landscape below her. The scale was so far beyond anything she had any experience with that her mind blanked for a moment. Luckily, the autopilot had engaged and set her down a few hundred meters away, on a roof that was mostly intact, but completely settled onto the rubble beneath it. She shut the aged ship down, locked her, and slipped her helmet on to her head.

Just as she crested the roofs edge, she heard a shot ring out, then a barrage of blaster bolts.

In an instant she was on her knee, rifle up to her shoulder as she sighted in on the commotion below. Her reticle hovered between the forms of Mia and Strider, and the choice she had been avoiding the entire trip here suddenly sprang into a life or death situation.

Where did the child of Dar'manda rate among the ranks of the clans?

She had been raised to live the resol'nare, to respect Mandalore and the sole ruler, but that hadn't taken into account there being more than one sole ruler.

And where did Mandalore fall in the minds of those present. Some had come to avenge her, even as she heals. Others had come to see if her attacker could truly be the Liberator she claimed, and heal their people.

Indecision cut through her for the first time she could remember, and her trigger finger did not pull as she watched the scene below unfold.

 

[Ordo]

"The Baby!" Ordo shouted as he ran across the rubble strewn ground. His legs pumped like giant pistons as he ate the distance with long strides. No Mandalorian could watch a child die before it had drawn breath. He couldn't let this happen. He would have done the same for everyone of them.

His hulking armored form plowed through the crowd as he raced to his sister. She had done horrendous things but he had done as much and more in his failure as a Field Marshall. He skidded to her side as blaster bolts and slugs pounded him in the crossfire. He grabbed Mia as quickly as he could and pulled her toward cover.

"Even I had a trial!" He bellowed from behind the rubble. He looked at Mia. "You karked up good this time." He said, "I should know."

 

[Rhodessa]

Feth gun fire, she dived for cover, and then looked who was firing at [member="Mia Monroe"]. She saw and old some she heard was dead firing, fething coward he had any sense of honour he challenger her, not assassinate her. She pulled her Rail Gun out and took aim, at him as she did [member="Ordo"] came crossed her aim. She had to re aim at him, and then held her breath, so her chest expanding and contracting would not alter her aim. She had his head it her sights, she moved to where she thought he would be, then pulled the trigger. She felt the recoil on her shoulder, and took a breath...............


[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Mia Monroe]

Everything passed in a blur, a haze of shouts, slugs and blaster fire and everything that could have gone wrong did. A great mountain of a man grabbed her and hauled her into cover and Mia sat for a moment in stunned silence, heart hammering, breathing coming in short gasps. His voice brought her back to the present and she laughed bitterly. "Well, no one ever said i did things by halves." A sharp pain ran up her abdomen and she gasped, clutching at her swollen belly. "Not now, ad'ika." she murmured.

She looked at her brother. "Hukaat'kama, Ori'vod." she said clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Try to remember I died, trying to watch yours."

She took a deep breath and pushed herself to her feet, tutaminis charging through her body as she reached behind her head tugging her beskad free from its sheath at her back. "HOLD YOUR FIRE!" she screamed into the crowd her voice amplfied by the force, loud enough to leave peoples ears ringing. Her eyes searched for Vilaz, finding him amidts the crowd, moving fully now from behind the rubble she walked towards him "Hu'tuun." she spat into the dirt at her feet. "You want to come at me, then you come at my front!"

She moved forward, trusting Ordo to watch Strider while she kept her eyes on Vilaz and moved to [member="Cato Fett"]'s side. "Feth." she dropped to her knees. "Should have let him hit me, vod." The slug had left a gaping hole in his chest. Another sharp pain tore across her abdomen and she felt her temper flare with it as she placed a hand against her side, trying to ignore the pain. "Someone get me some fething bacta!" she yelled into the crowd. "Listen," she had eyes and ears only for him in that moment, totally vulnerable. "I'm going to cauterise the wound, its gonna hurt like a queen, but pain is a good thing. Means you're still alive." Fire flared at her finger tips.

[member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Rhodessa"] [member="Vila Sayne"] [member="HK-36"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Mia Monroe"]

"Someone get me some fething bacta!",

"I am right here, Force damn it woman,"

The droid retorted still trying to help Cato Fett from collapsing as he pulled out a bacta capsule from one of his satchels and offered it to Mia, as much as he wanted to take the credit for saving Cato's life, the less his hands got dirty with the organic flesh and gore when it was not necessary the better for him, plus if she was dealing with that he could focus on dealing with anyone else trying to kill her, since the machine wanted to arrest or execute her for the crimes conducted to Mandalore, but after her pregnancy.

"So you do not have to yell or otherwise I will start yelling too since this situation is loud enough as it is!"

Speaking of which, the machine's head rotated on his neck, looking at [member="Strider Garon"] and [member="Rhodessa"], he wasn't in position to step between them and try to diffuse the situation just yet, the best he could do was call out,

"Can we please stop with the shooting for some time longer!"

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac was surprised to see the turnout, and yet he wasn't at the confrontation between Strider and Mia. It didn't take long however before the Shebs hit the fan, and he pulled his Ripper with one hand and unsheathed his Bes'kad claymore. Oritsir, here we go... always fighting... Mac ducked into a run for cover, of course his Vode would pull this infighting when he wasn't dressed for it. Sure his vitals were covered, but one stray shot to a extremity or unprotected joint and he'd be farked...

Mac was mad, mad at Mia, mad at Strider, hell even himself... What happened to his Vode???

Donning his buy'ce, Mac scanned the area, running to Ordo's side, "So Muc' for cin v'etin... 'ow is t'e c'ild?" Mac was torn, he had those he considered as close to blood family on both sides of this little skirmish, and he instantly hated everyone of them for forcing him to choose, for failing to listen to reason. Mac looked over the emerging kerfluffle and snarled under his visor... "So muc' bloodlust, so muc' or'parguur towards our own... T'ere are better targets for our a'den t'an each ot'er... W'at in t'e name of Manda 'as driven us so eager to furt'er divide and decimate our people?!?! T'is is a time for cin v'etin for all Mando'ade!!" Mac, paused a second as he realized he had keyed his comm to the general frequency. Dammit, he didn't like when his untrained connection to the Force worked like that, he felt it betrayed him, that it wasn't him speaking....

Spoiler

@Ordo@Vila Sayne[member="Strider Garon"]@HK-36@Cato Fett[member="Vilaz Munin"][member="Arla Balor"][member="Amaya Verd"]@Rhodessa@Preliat Mantis[member="Muad Dib"][member="Ru Tetsuya"]@Scourge@Atiniir Starrider

 

[Cato Fett]

He blinked through a blood-warm tunnel, and tried sitting up. Pain had a colour then: white-noise static, furred with white edging. Cato lolled his head against a ferrocrete shard pillowing his neck, a bubble of snotty blood popping loose from a nostril. Monroe was... somewhere. A shadow to his side, dimming the light whenever she bobbed close. Where was that gunner, he wondered idly, and that thrice-as-useless Garon grunt? ...Firelight burned at the edge of his vision. Cato dared to turn his neck, seeing Mia coax a lick of flame in her fingers. Fire that she pressed into the open breach in his ribcage and gusted against weeping blood vessels and savaged meat.

It took an effort not to bite through his tongue. Light flecked and scattered. He stamped his prosthetic hand against the dirt, vicing his jaw shut, teeth red from a dribble of blood. The hurt didn’t fade; just smouldered like a burning root through winter, the smell cooking up his throat, charred sub-epidermal tissue and scorched bone chips. Thoughts ran together, spanning from Monroe, recovery, a want for a solid slug-weapon, to whether he’d crush the trachea of whoever had the rude manners to strut cocksure into a moot and open fire.

“Where’s...” He whispered arduously. “Where’s my gun...?”

[member="HK-36"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ordo"]

 

[Preliat Mantis]

The force swirled around him, an unyielding darkness. It was a darkness that no person should have to bear. It was cancerous, ravenous, and all-consuming- rage. It was rage, rage that tainted the air around him. Even those without the force could feel his presence. Those with it, could feel him, could sense him- miles away. There were only a few people like that in the galaxy, to be able to emanate, to resonate that darkness. But this insidious rage, this belonged to only one man. One beast, one animal.

Haar a'den be Manda'yaim.

Preliat Mantis.

The Devil himself, for all intents and purposes. The speeder kicked up sand, dirt, ash of Mandalore as it sped. It's engines were glowing red hot with overuse. Preliat was out for blood. He landed not too far, and took the speeder with him. He reached the coordinates faster than hell itself. He was clad in his Beskar'kandar Beskar'gam. He ripped off his helmet, styled after Mandalore the Binder.

His voice was not that any man should have. A pained, awful sound erupted from his throat. It was aimed at [member="Mia Monroe"]. He ignored all other parties. Mahogany eyes fell on her, harshly.

"TRAITOR!"

 

[Arla Ordo]

Holy sithmas Arla and members of Clan Ordo had been making their way to the appointed place only to find that shots had been fired. There was someone on the ground [member="Cato Fett"] being attended to by [member="Mia Monroe"] who seemed to be the center of all the commotion. What the Feth, what had Clan Ordo done now?

For a moment there was a bright spot her Buir was there [member="Ordo"] but he was in protection mode. Oh another sign things were not good. Feth.

And the dead do rise...there was [member="Strider Garon"] at that moment she felt Avrum at her side, she looked down at her son, "you were supposed to stay on the ship" He shrugged his shoulders, "here now" Arla growled. There was so many others gathered here she tried to take in faces, armor. She adjusted her own armor and wondered if she should take the buy'ce off.

Then there was a shout from her left Arla's green eyes settled on [member="Preliat Mantis"] if she remembered right he didn't like Clan Ordo either.

Yep today was the hot seat for Clan Ordo....yay us.

"Mia you need help with your patient? I think Briika and Rianna have at least a couple teams set up helping around the city" She smiled underneath her buy'ce yep...Mandalorians....warrior culture...


[member="Mac O Shenanigans"] @HK-36 @Rhodessa [member="Vila Sayne"] @anyone else I didn't flip back to see who posted. Sorry.

 

[Strider Garon]

The duracrete slab he had slid and rolled into for cover shattered under extreme force of a projectile. There was no explosion, no flash of light just the sound of metal on crete. He was a soldier, been one all his life and he knew that was a rail gun being shot at him. The problem was, he did not know where the shooter was. Safe assumption would of been the operator of the weapon was held up in overwatch as for the weapon was mostly used as a sniper rifle, far in the distance. Little did he know that [member="Rhodessa"] was much closer then he thought or would imagine for use of such a weapon.

The time it took for him to fire his wrist blaster and get behind the now shattered cover, he also saw a large figure use his own body to shield the pregnant woman from being turned into a human sprinkler. He recognized the warrior's voice as Ordo, but he was still in disbelief that his very existence was still here and now. He was the son he always wanted, and yet again here they were on opposite sides of the battle lines. Righteous in their own beliefs and willing to risk it all.

He heard Mia's voice yell out as she rushed to aid the fallen mando that had taken a bullet for her by accident. She wanted them all to cease fighting. "Had your chance" He snarled under his own breath, quickly reuniting his helmet upon his dome, a wise tactic for he did not know who else was going to take a shot at him and his face was ugly enough as is. Didn't need anymore scars to prove he wasn't invincible. Speaking of invincible, Mia was back out in the open again..... unwise when a wolf had arrived hungry. Strider was inwardly pleased to see Prelait and new that this day they had the same objective.

Fight was not over....

Strider ignited his jet-pack and thrusted into the air bringing his right arm out to full extension, aiming at Mia and the injured Cato. His left hand crossed his chest and rested upon his right forearm while his HUD's fire-control painted her as a target. with a hard press of his left index finger he let loose a mini rocket. No, the fight was far from over. Mercy was shown for the sake of her child, but she made the choice to draw on him and now here they were fighting to the death. Those that stood to defend her would be cut down just the same. No matter who they were.

Today, Mandalore will be avenged.

[member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Cato Fett"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Rhodessa"] [member="Vila Sayne"]

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

[font=courier new']"TRAITOR!"[/font]

It was at that pained word Mac stood as tall as his stout frame would allow. Calmly he holstered his ripper, and doffed his buy’ce. Mac looked from Preliat, to Mia, to Strider and back. He shook his head walked to the very center of the whole fracas and with a snark of his own, planted his sword into the ground and placed his bucket on the waving hilt. ”Manda’yaim is my ‘ome. I wasn’t ‘ere to see t’e destruction, nor was I a witness as to w’o is ultimately responsible. I see t’ere, a former Mand’alor staking a claim to t’e Kyr’bes promising to bring not only a broken ‘ome back to life, but all t’e c’ildren of Manda’yaim.” Mac looked around, maybe his code were to splintered after all...

”We ‘ave our laws, we ‘ave our traditions. I Want only t’e absolute best for our Vode, our ‘ome and our future. I will offer myself as an impartial mediator and or officiant if it is needed. I ‘ave spilled too muc’ blood wit’ many of you. You all know me, and my devotion to our people above all else...”

Mac simply looked around at each of the gathered Vode, someone needed to lead. He didn’t want it, but he’d be damned sure to make certain the one who did lead was worthy, or he’d kick their shebs himself...

 

[Muad Dib]

Smoking the deathstick he went to answer Mac when literally, all hell broke loose. The hound arrived looking bit rougher, if that was possible, then Vilaz, then the wolf Mantis, then Ordo, then... Well, everything went sideways. Bodies were diving out of the way, a vod took a stray hit, weapons were pulled, armored figures running for cover and finding vantage points.

All the while the Mad Knight smoked his deathstick.

Reaching into his saddlebags he pulled out a flask and took a deep draught, wiping his chin with a single hand before storing the drink away for later. He was used to Mando gatherings and fights always happened. But not a real battle looking for blood. There was blood to be paid here and already one bystander had been dropped, all in the name of vengeance.

Snarling he pushed from the bike flicking the butt away as he pulled on the Force. Raising his hands as he snarled he released a wave of fire, flames that swirled around the area where the vode had gathered. As the tongues of pyrokinesis flickered high into the air he roared, the Force enhancing his voice.

"Fools all of you. You think to heal our Manda'yaim we need to water her with the blood of the mando'ade?! Fools! Seek vengeance if you wish, but not at the cost of our people! And lines in the sand being drawn, groups forming, a bloody battle about to begin! And for what you imbeciles?! You think this will unite us? Heal us? Mend us? Make us stronger? If I was to vote for Mand'alor to stand behind it would be none of you here! While everyone has splintered off its been Rianna and Briika here, on our home, rebuilding. They are breathing life here while some of you want to bring only death! Bloody fools. Have your battle, have your titles. And when it's all said and done the real children of Mandalore will be standing together, healing old wounds, and being what a mando'ad is. I was adopted into this culture, and even I see that you are all fools."

Dropping his hands he spat on the ground and mounted the bike before taking off. Let the dead bury the dead, for that was what those gathered were. He went to assist the true mando'ade in rebuilding.

@mandos

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"YOU DARE TO SPEAK THE TONGUE OF MY PEOPLE!? AFTER BRINGING US TO NEAR EXTINCTION?!"​

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He was furious. A coward was he? Vilaz had honor, but he showed none of it to his enemies. Especially to this fiend that needed to be rid of existence. A warrior whom he did not know of stepped into the crossing hairs and took the hit instead. Shame for him, but that wouldn't stop Vilaz from his main goal of today. He had boundaries, but they were few. He would do whatever necessary to avenge those of the Burning of Mandalore, and let the fallen sleep in peace.

And if this man was part of Mia's splinter cell, then he would die too. Even if he wasn't, he would kill the man to avenge the innocents of Mandalore.

The Munin wasn't the only one who wanted Monroe to pay for her crimes. Strider and Preliat wanted the same thing. The warrior knew Preliat had left the culture some time ago, but that didn't matter. It didn't matter if he was dar'manda or not. Even one who had turned their back on the Mandalorian culture was more respected than the woman responsible for the deaths of millions and the hurting of Mandalore.

He threw a random Mandalorian in his path to the ground and began firing more slugs at Mia in a three burst mode for every time the trigger was pulled. A stun grenade was then thrown at her which would potentially affect her and those around her vicinity.

[member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Cato Fett"] @HK-36 @Vila Sayne [member="Mia Monroe"] @Rhodessa @Ordo

 

[Ra Vizsla]

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"Children," one of them said. "They're acting like children."​

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Three men stood in the rubble, some ways away from the action, wearing dusty white cloaks. One was looking through oculars, scoping out the figures wrestling with the fate of Mand'oa. Another, thinly framed individual was kneeling on the ground listening some sort of sound equipment.​

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"They sound like it, too. Most of them claiming the female is the cause of Mandalore's destruction. Declaring her traitor. They talk a lot when they fight."​

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"...Katlayadr."​

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The third man, a man of massive frame with his arms crossed, spoke with a voice like a frigate full of gravel.​

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"My lord?" The thin man asked.​

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"Her name is Katlayadr. Famine. Of the Cuir Rekr."​

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The other two nodded. The thin man responded.​

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"She's the one who did it, all but boasts of it. She's claiming the sacred rite, too. The mantle. Says she's Mand'alor the Liberator."​

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The short man stifled a laugh. The giant seemed unhappy.​

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"They're laughing at us, you know." The short man seemed perturbed by the behemoth's silence.​

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"Everyone is. You don't think you're the least bit responsible? You don't think you need to do something?"​

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The thin man seemed to hold up his hand to the other, to advise patience.​

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He looked at the larger man.​

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"Our orders?"​

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The giant turned his back on the brawl, walking away into the distance towards their hidden shuttle. "....I hear it too. Summon Death Watch. Summon Shukalar. Summon Akaan.

Tell them​

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The Clans are shattered​

and Manda'yaim calls for her defense."​

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The greater man turned his back, and his cloak flowed with the current of the wind, revealing a red emblazoned emblem.​

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Clan Vizsla's emblem.​

 

[HK-36]

Truth be told HK really wasn't a fan of [member="Mia Monroe"] at the moment and the extend to which he would fight to stop her from being executed right there and then would be questionable, but the more events unfolded, the more he would be thrown by others around to fight besides her as [member="Strider Garon"] fired off a wrist rocket and now now [member="Vilaz Munin"] threw a grenade, both of which would affect the machine just by being in proximity and trying to help the man Vilaz accidentally wounded, funnily enough while the bystander was trying to arrest or execute Mia himself.

As the droid turned around in a smooth movement his armored foot found [member="Cato Fett"]'s rifle and kicked it towards him, pushing the weapon to press against his prosthetic hand on the ground. Facing Munin's attack the droid would lift his arm up, manifesting a localized Abregado Combat Shield in pale blue light, creating a barrier of deflectors between himself, Mia, and the barrages of slugs Vilaz was shooting towards them. Pretty much all of the slugs would be able to pierce the deflector shields, some of them embedding themselves in the thick armored plates waiting behind the energy field, some flying past the machine still to whoever would be unfortunate enough to stand behind him, the deflectors did not dealt well with fighting back slugs and other physical attacks. However the bullets passing through it would be vastly slowed down, decreasing their penetration and weakening the damage they would cause.

Behind his shield HK would motion with his other hand towards the Stun Grenade, forming a strange gesture with his fingers he would point up suddenly, mimicking this motion the grenade would be thrown upwards and back, propelled high into the air above the whole gathering, away from the machine's position, to detonate its concussive or electronic payload safely away from any potential targets. It would force the droid to reveal one of his trump cards, the fact that the machine was capable of telekinesis by the virtue of utilizing two very sophisticated gravity gauntlets, but at least it would spare him from the headache of having to deal with the grenade, not really knowing what it would do, all grenades were usually pretty bad.

"You want to see who shot you? There he is."

The droid muttered to Cato, indicating Vilaz with his head to answer his previous question before calling out to others,

"Uphold the codes, respect the laws! Put her through a trial!"

While the machine put himself between Munin and the others, once again forcing the man to shoot someone standing by his target rather than the person he was aiming for, the others would have to deal with Strider, and probably [member="Preliat Mantis"] on their own.

Also [member="Muad Dib"] called them fools multiple times and left, while the droid was too busy just being stuck in the middle of this mess at that point to respond, it was still pretty sad.

 

[Sal Katarn]

On a higher hill of rubble, Kade watched both watchers and watched, wondering what that made him. His black armored form moved not an inch, hands hooked under his breastplate. At ease.

Screaming rang out from below, like the snarls of fighting akk dogs. Kade watched without commenting, mulling over the idea of taking part. But no. No point in dying on a job that did not pay.

Besides, if this woman really had done what they claimed, her death would only seem fitting. From the look of it, things wouldn’t take long.

Below, the vod laced the air with blood and pain. Kade did not wonder at it, for they - like him - were mandalorian.

And violence is our way.

 

[Ordo]

Ordo ground his teeth near to dust as Mia went back out into the open. He had no love for what she did. He understood, better than most. If a blade is broken, you can't just stick it back together and call it fixed. The blade has to be melted down and forged anew. That, in an extreme way, was what Mia and the others thought they had done. He could accept that and move on, but others followed different paths. The old gods would have shaken their heads and reminded us that if it brought about change it was their will. Those that followed the Manda would say that it was a honor for their loved onea to be marching home. Ordo had just been in town to buy good tihaar and feed.

"Of all the stupid." He groaned through cleched teeth as he came out firing at an inbound rocket. The blast blackened his visor for a moment as the flare compensation took action. A moment later he was holding his ripper mk 2 at the ready but only from immediate danger. He knelt down and took a bacta auto injector from his belt and jabbed it through the thin armor seals at Cato's elbow. He tucked the drip vial into the man's sleeve and, with one ha d mind you, used a mandaltech biofoam to seal and disinfect rhe wound. Then he gave HK a grin of smug satisfaction and started to pull Cato farther behind cover. Mia was obviously dead set against his help but he would be damned if he let her put Rel's baby in danger. He stood again as Preliat screamed a nearly inhuman scream of rage and pain.

"Kark me sideways." Ordo said as he checked to see just who was firing from where and pulled his beskad for the old sword and blaster fighting style. He stood and moved back toward Mia where he could provide better cover. "What a mess." He mumbled through his helemts speakers and he waited to get shot.... repeatedly.

[member="HK-36"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Vila Sayne"] [member="Rhodessa"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Cato Fett"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Kade Kelborn"]

 

[Rhodessa]

She had no idea what anyone was talking about, they trying to pin for events of what happened to Mandalore on [member="Mia Monroe"]. All she knew is she pregnant, they people trying to kill a pregnant woman. It utter cowardice, and unbefitting of a mandalorian. If they had prove they should've arrested her, and made her stand trial, and if need be executed after her infant was born. So all she could figure is they where after escape goat for some reason, so may be they the clans, this had whiff of play for power. She missed, but it did not matter battle lines had begun to drawn, some shielding her, some ready to kill her. She closed her eyes and bit down on her lip, she blood come down her lip. She made peace with herself, she may die in this fight at hands of what she thought was a fellow mandalorian, and she kill some of them as well. Some other ducking for cover. She took cover behind a table, and took aim again. [member="Vilaz Munin"] started shooting at the woman, she took aim at him, she decided to aim for center of his back, as it was a bigger target, she might hit. She took deep breath and then held hers, aimed and pulled the trigger again. No doubt they no her postion will be known now, as people scattered and only combatants where in the room now, those that did not want a pregnant woman, just to be put down, and those that did. Everything else could come out in the wash, and she did it she be punished after the bay was born.