Now is the Time [Open to all Mandalorians]

[Mia Monroe]

Her hands worked quickly with the bacta HK gave her, filling the gaping wound, sealing it shut only vaguely aware of the noise of ricocheting bullets of HK-36 armour and shield, the heat from unnatural fire and the blinding explosion to her left that came from Strider. Arla's voice reached her ears and she looked up. "See he gets help Arl'ika." she shouted over the din as Ordo dragged Cato into cover and returned to her side, grumbling about the mess. Her fingers curled around the beskad she dropped to see to Cato's wounds, another agonising spasm ripped through her side and she cried out in pain.

"Now!?" she exclaimed at herself "You chose now to come into this world?!" she laughed, through pained tears. Looking up she found Strider airborne, she scanned to find Vilaz low in cover and finally she swung her grey eyes round to meet Preliat's anguished glare. Pushing the point of her beskad down she used it to bring herself to her feet and raised a force shield around her to protect her from incoming fire from either side. One hand clutched her stomach, the other held her beskad limply at her side.

"Preliat. I took from you, what can never be returned you're right to be angry. You're right in your want for blood and I will let you have it. Just," the beskad slipped from her fingers and she bit back a cry of pain. "let me bring this child into the world. Let my last act in this life, be of life. Not death...Please."

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

 

[Scourge]

Scourge watched as things went to feth fast. Mandalorians pulled guns on one another and Scourge quickly found himself in the midst of a battle. He was a follower of the resol’nare. He believed in the clan's above all else and knew in the end he’d become one with the over soul because of it. But, the resol’nare never stated what to do when Mando’a fought one another. He supposed the idea had been inconceivable when the clans truly realized their calling. To fight a worthy foe no matter the odds.

Even so Scourge dove for cover as blaster fire kicked up earth and explosions rocked his surroundings. Clad in his beskar’gam, Scourge’s buy’ce HUD began to pick out targets and processing firing solutions. He withdrew his scattergun, though he did not pull the trigger. Scourge was leaving, prepared to fight his way out if need be, but he would not willingly kill another vod. He raised his automatic shotgun and panned left, making a run for the next set of cover.

He made it, but just barely as laser fire stitched the earth behind him. Scourge stopped to catch his breath, panting, leaning behind a large slab of concrete Scourge was surprised when a message alert crossed his visor. It was from Deathwatch, but Scourge had not time to read now. First he had to make it out alive. Scourge ran once more, making his way towards his speeder. He reached it and hit the ignition. Hefting his rifle into the air and gunning the throttle with his other hand Scourge sped off into the distance. Maybe Deathwatch had the answer to bringing Scourge the vengeance and foe he so desperately sought

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac stood there as his Vode splintered further, lost to thier own paths. Then it happened, first stun grenades going off all around him causing Mac to drop to his knees. His ears ringing, and blood now trtickling from his nose, the kilted one grabbed his buy'ce and had just wrapped his hands around the hilt of his claymore when the rocket that [member="Ordo"] had shot out of the air sent him flying...

Now, Mac could do many things, pick a side and what not, but as he lay there, blood now leaking from his ears, eyes and nose, there was one thing first.

GET UP!

It took all his strength to pull himself to his hands and knees, as he spat blood from his mouth. He wasn't the strongest of his brethren, but dammit if he would let some karking random ass pot shot put him down. No, he still had a lot of living and loving left in him. Pulling the buy'ce on and ignoring the seering pain coursing through his battered body, Mac stood up, gripping his sword and surveyed the scene around him. This, this is what made him taste bile the most. Not the mouth full of blood, not the stabbing sensation in his side, nor his body screaming at him to call for a baar'ur. No it was the constant infighting. His people, the Mandalorian people were never going to stop, even to the detriment of their future... He knew what needed to be done, he knew what the right thing was. How to stop all this, but did he have the strength? Did he have the resolve? Mac started staggering towards [member="Mia Monroe"], Manda'yaim needed someone to be her cabur. He shook his head, trying to gain some semblance of his wits back. She had claimed the title, and the Resol'nare called for his obedience.

MIA! Mac yelled through the comms, and his helmet as he came to a stop just 3 meters away. "Tion ke'gyce akaan de Mand'alor, gaa'taylir kaysh... It is clear to me know, t'at will not 'appen today, to preserve your c'ild and t'e rest of our Vode..." Mac swayed and fought to keep his balance and his vision began to blur, "For the good of Manda'yaim I Mac O Shenanigans, Alor of clan Gae'celic, take it upon myself to... Mac placed the tip of his kad'more on the ground and began leaning on it. "For the safety and 'onor of Mando'ade every... where..." He removed his buy'ce, and looked at her, his eyes glazed over and seeming to be empty, as blood was now coating his face from a wound on his head...

"I do not want to do t'is, but I am 'onor bound as a Mando'ad...

I must take...

You into...

my...

custo..."

Mac's vision shifted from blurred to red tinged and finally faded out as his body began to give out. Funny though, he didnt feel all that hurt. The last thing Mac saw was Mia standing proud, facing down those around her... Great, just great... Someone is going to catch some lumps for this... Those were Mac's last thoughts as he collapsed to the ground, his buy'ce and kad'more clattering next to him...




[member="Arla Balor"] @Rhodessa@Scourge@HK-36@Vilaz Munin[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

Everything happened so fast that Atiniir didn't even know what the h*** he was supposed to do. Unlike many of the other assembled Mandalorians, Atiniir did not have a set opinion about the current events. True, he was Mando'ade, his following of the Resol'nare made him so, but he had not grown up among the clans. He had grown up separate, and even after realizing his true heritage, he had had little contact with the Mando'ade as a whole. He had recovered his father's armor, and had it repaired, but after that he had spent many days wandering the galaxy, going from place to place, not knowing exactly what to do. He had read much about Mandalorian culture in holodocs, but he still knew precious little about the people who for a thousand generations had been his own.

But when Mia said that she had burned this place, destroyed the Mandalorian homeworld, Atiniir was stunned. Mia had broken them, destroyed their home, all in the name of making them stronger. But that was not the place of the leader. It was the place of the enemy. The enemy was the one who broke you, the enemy was the one who challenged you. The enemy was not the forge, it was the fire. The leader, they were the forge. They built you up. They guided you, shielded you. They taught you the way. They did not do such things as this. Even living among pirates, Atiniir knew that this was wrong. Mia, the one who broke them, could not lead them.

But when push came to shove and shots were fired, Atiniir knew which side he had to be on. Capable leader or not, Mia had claimed the title, and Atiniir had answered. He had given her his support, and could not take it back now. Guilty or not, he had to defend her, and her unborn child. Atiniir wasn't able to do much the first few seconds, it all happened so fast, but when the rocket exploded, the shock cleared and Atiniir's blood rose. Activating his jetpack, he rocketed up to be level with Strider.

"Stop this!" he yelled, aiming his blaster, "I have answered Mand'alor's call! I will not back down, and I will not let an unborn child die!

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Mandalore​

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The infamous Bounty Hunter made a name for himself as exactly that. He was Mandalorian by blood, but not by nature. Although Jango Fett was Manda'lor for a brief time, he was still once a Manda'lor, perhaps Koda, a clone of the man, was befitting of such a position when it came down to heirs - though in reality someone such as Fett could never lead a people, he was only out for himself and those nearby when he felt pangs of a conscience. A rare occurrence, but one that happened all the same. Fett wasn't all that up to date on what the Mandalorians were doing, or what had even happened, yet snippets of information seeped their way into his path. When the call was extended to him he dismissed it, though wondering as to why it was sent to him. His best excuse was a shot at redemption, something he wanted none of. Yet with all the credits a man could need there wasn't much else left to do. He was present in the ruins of Keldabe, but only out of curiosity.

The Concord Spear swooped into atmosphere after departing from hyperspace. It was grim sight as he made his way down, nothing appeared left of a land he once knew. The vessels sensor's pinged the location of the meeting point, and the emerald armored man behind the controls moved towards them, but not close enough for Spear to be spotted. The Firespray begun it's landing procedure, the seat within rotating to allow Fett to see what was ahead of him, and he only saw ruins. Clambering out of the seat he chose his arsenal; a G-40 Sniper Rifle and two WESTAR-34s. With the sniper slung and the pistols holstered the Bounty Hunter slapped a button that would open the door leading outwards, and then cause the ramp to begin it's descent into the ground, seeping into it and pushing away the gravelly, ash like dirt.

When that was done a few paces were taken to his left, his metallic boots clanging against the metal as a rustling noise came from the side. Koda had been attempting to pull out a relatively small durasteel item that had been buried away. Eventually with a heave and a ho it was set free, causing him stumble a few steps back in an attempt to regain his balance. A red button blinked, soon to be temporarily hidden by Fett's index finger. It dropped to the ground but before it could impact a small one-person speeder appeared, hovering above the ground. The Bounty Hunter sat on it's somewhat comfortable seat, plotting along just beyond the ramp. At this point he presses a button on his gauntlet that causes the door to the interior and the ramp of the Concord Spear to retract. Then he disappeared, riding off across the ruins on the speeder an intense speeds.

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Better be worth all this effort.

He thought to himself as he disembarks the speeder on an elevated position well above the meeting point and definitely far enough away that he wouldn't ping on any sensors or be within sight. He laid down in the dirt, his rifle propped up next to him as his eyes watched the commotion unfold from below. Present from start to finish, watching it all unfold through the enhanced view of his Rangefinder. Some armor designs were familiar, especially that of Vilaz Munin. His service with the Empire hadn't gone unnoticed, upgrades to his gear were always installed; this time it seemed picking up speech from incredible distances were in order, after a few minutes of calibration, he heard everything that was said.

Perhaps he hoped they could hash things out and form together once again, rule as they did during the Crusades. Maybe he could've been brought into the fray, though being exiled from the Mandalore System may prove things tricky in that regard. The murder of a Mandalorian Protector may have been just, but it was against the 'code', his attempt at a relatively normal life went down the drain with it. It was possible that he hoped it would come to this soon to-be Civil War.

 

[Arla Ordo]

It was surreal standing there watching all of this happen around her and somehow within all of that she heard this little voice at her side.

"I'm scared" Arla looked down at her son Avrum he had never seen anything like this. Arla wanted to protect him from everything. Mia was shouting about letting her child be born and for her to get Cato. Her child to be born the words echoed in Arla's mind. Her mother instincts flared to life she wanted to protect [member="Mia Monroe"] child and her own. But she could not do it all she would have to trust that her Buir would do what was needed for Mia and the child.

Was this what she wanted her son to learn? That Mandalorians war among themselves as much as they war with the galaxy. She had to fight the urge to do something rash.

"Buir" Avrum called again. She knew she should tell him to run to the ship, but this was Mandalore wrought with dangers from what had been done.

"We have to help, come with me" Arla moved out and around it would appear as if she was leaving but she was giving the battle a wide berth to get to [member="Cato Fett"] . Arla knocked Avrum to the ground when blaster shots came their way. A bolt struck Arla's armor stunning her for a moment Avrum looked up frightened and unsure.

"It's ok.." In peripheral she could see [member="Strider Garon"] rise up while [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] fell down. And who was that? ([member="Muad Dib"] ) and now [member="Vilaz Munin"] was screaming too. She was getting a headache.

Her Buir [member="Ordo"] was behind a rock with...a metal..a droid..a....[member="HK-36"] .

She hadn't been able to see all the actions of everyone like [member="Rhodessa"] or [member="Vila Sayne"] she only knew that she needed to protect Avrum , and get the wounded out.

Yaim what a mess !

[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[H3xle]

Mandalore​

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As she watched through the scope of her rifle, that which her parents had spoken of so highly erupted in more infighting and bickering. Some wanted the Liberators head, others wanted her to face justice, and some wanted there to be sanity.

As they all moved around, firing at one another, running their mouths, and thinking about honor shown to no one, they ground the rubble beneath them to dust. What was left of Manda'yaim wasn't being healed or even defended by any of the vode in her scope except a precious few, instead they only desired to shower her battered body in the blood of family. The remains of livelihoods that had stood for generations was being ground down in a grudge match that only paid lip service to the Resol'nare, Manda'yaim, or any code of honor.

Vila was sickened. She had grown up with the heavy burden of her parents shame upon her, but she had still grown to respect the core tenets of what it meant to be Mandalorian. A thing her brothers below seemed to have forgotten in their passion.

In the middle of it all, the one who called herself Liberator cried out. Vila had seen the signs before, and even from a distance she could see that the child within her womb had chosen now to make its entrance upon the world.

The time of decision was now.

She drew in a normal breath, sighting through her rifles scope, letting the reticle rest loosely on her target.

She let out the breath in an even press from her diaphragm up, pushing until it had all been expelled from her body.

She held for a moment, and her finger slipped onto the trigger.

The reticle balanced over her target, resting on the spot where neck meets torso on [member="Vilaz Munin"].

Her finger caressed the trigger, pulling with enough weight for a single shot to ring out, even as she compensated for the movement of her target.

Her finger brushed again, sending a second shot down at Vilaz.

Time resumed its normal speed. Adrenaline surged through her, and she fought to keep her focus as she kept sending single shots down at Vilaz from where she knelt over a hundred yards away.

All thoughts of indecision were behind her. No matter what the mother, this Liberator [member="mia monroe"] may have done, Vila refused to believe that the child deserved anything but the fullest chance at life.

For if the sins of the parent can transfer down for Mia's baby, what chance was there for her.

 

[Cato Fett]

A blast round whined off their slab of broken, cobbled brick, and echoed a shrill ricochet. Cato’s face was half washed in clinging sand, the sweat on his brow like gelatin, pallor cooled to a clammy, ill sheet-white. Whether the chill spreading from the middle of his pectoral barrel was thanks to [member="Ordo"] ’s battle medicine, a natural endocrine response to trauma, or death slowly icing down to his belly, he couldn’t say. The Mandalorian clutched his scratched slug-rifle over his stomach and laid his head back against the crumbling causeway wall.

...There was a smaller shape beside the larger shadow leaning over him. Cato spied a child, decked appropriately in adolescent casement. They were shaking, wincing at errant blast and slug rounds spinning overhead. The HK’s servo’s were a loud engine growl in the courtyard centre. A jetpack blared, a tossed stun grenade whooped with a subsonic burst, Monroe was crying out and some angry voice raged at her unimpeded. Cato reached, patting the little buckethead with a rounded fist.

“It’s fine...” He grunted, then looked to [member="Arla Balor"] fussing with his torn uniform. The skin surrounding the entry wound was livid black, purple with bruising. To his credit, Cato never winced. “We need extraction...”

 

[Silas Mantis]

He'd been quiet in the approach, wordless as the others descended into conflict. Silas had half a mind to cry out too, charge after [member="Preliat Mantis"] and join him in his confrontation. But Silas hadn't been on Mandalore to try and save his niece, or his sister-in-law, so he did not have the same right to avenging them the elder wolf did, or [member="Vilaz Munin"], or [member="Strider Ganon"], they all had more to claim to [member="Mia Monroe"]'s head than he who had been out chasing glory the day his home burned. That said he wouldn't stand idly by either.

Dismounting his speeder without a word, he strode forward in his beskar. His eyes flicked to his brother, to [member="Mac O Shenanigans"], to [member="Ordo"] and the others. Even as [member="Vila Sayne"]'s shots rang out he didn't so much as flinch. The liberator would face justice this day, she would not rally their people behind her, he had the upmost faith in that, but those who did seemed to be making a nuisance of themselves. While he cast a glance at [member="Cato Fett"] and [member="Arla Balor"], he didn't really pay them mind, his sights were set on [member="Atiniir Starrider"].

Silas' jetpack sparked to life and propelled him upwards, instantly a Westar-34 was in his hand lined up with Atiniir. He didn't give him any warning, he simply squeezed the trigger, three times, trying to put a tight grouping of shots in the man's chest. If Atiniir's armor was worth a damn in the world, the shots wouldn't kill him.

To harm an unborn child was a great wrong, he knew that, but what about the thousands unborn and born alike who'd burned when Monroe betrayed her own people? What about his niece? He remembered her smile, she was innocent but fierce, she'd have grown up into someone great, someone legendary, but instead she died because some deemed their own people not strong enough. Perhaps this outing would show just how fething strong they were.

"Stay out of this vod." He said to the man coldly. His first shots had been a warning, or as close to it as Atiniir was going to get from him, if he kept at it, Silas would have to start trying harder. Much harder.

[member="HK-36"] @anybodyImissed

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Was he a monster for wanting a woman and her unborn child dead? Was he rabid?

Perhaps...but not to himself.

What right did Mia have to breathe? What right did she had to have a child? She lost every given right and privilege when she turned on her own. What of the millions of women who had their own child, waiting for the day to give birth to the little life in them? They weren't given a chance, and neither will Mia.

The as innocent as Mia's child was, he or she would share the same fate as the others that Monroe had taken.

This Vilaz promised.

A blaster bolt then struck at Vilaz's chest which was protected by the beskar plates mother Mandalore had given to him which helped him to miss a rail gun shot from someone else. The impact caused him to fall backwards, but this attack on him wouldn't take him out. Adrenaline and willpower mixed together was a strong solution. His personal shield activated which would absorb the damage from blasters. His attempts in attacking Mia would be useless due to the droid, but he would find a way. The warrior would activate his jetpack and soar in the air, firing a wrist rocket at [member="Rhodessa"] as he noted her hostile actions against Strider.

With that he would focus his actions on Mia.

"Strider! Close it up!"

He would get close to Mia and her companions and would unleash a flame from his flamethrower which was built by [member="HK-36"]'s company. He didn't care if he landed the fateful hit on Mia. It could be any of the three men of Preliat, Strider, or him. As long as it was done, then he'd be happy.

[member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Cato Fett"] [member="Vila Sayne"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Atiniir Starrider"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] @Scourge @Mia Monroe [member="Ordo"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

 

[HK-36]

[member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Cato Fett"], [member="Vila Sayne"],

"Will you please just stop making this whole situation constantly worse for everyone around?!"

The machine chastised Mia as he heard the news of her starting to deliver the baby right there and then, apparently deciding she had some sort of control over it,


Seeing [member="Vilaz Munin"] start to close the distance via jetpack and brandish one of the Flamers manufactured by ARGH, HK would step back, probably accidentally stepping on top of [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] or his hand or something in the confusion of the battle, while usually flames were a fairly ineffective weapon against him, it would probably deal quite a substantial damage to his armor, and the fact that he was still in proximity to Mia and others meant that by protecting himself first and foremost, he would be inevitably still protecting them as well, at least as long as Vilaz and others kept using more grandiose area of effects attacks.

So as [member="Strider Garon"]'s wrist rocket exploded to the machine's side, registering the blast of residual heat from the explosion absorbed by Mia's Force shield, HK extended his hand out towards the Flamer Vilaz was wielding, making another strange gesture and folding several of his fingers into grotesque shapes as he turned it rapidly like an mechanical screwdriver. The machine activated his Gravitational Gauntlets once more and manifested a telekinetic anomaly within the Flamer's systems, while the weapons were designed to be neigh indestructible, sporting canisters and vital systems protected in Abregado Graphite alloy, able to withstand even strikes from a lightsaber to prevent anything short of turbolaser from triggering it to explode, out of everyone HK would be aware of their shortcomings and weaknesses the most, seeing as he was the one to design them. The droid put those flamers together and knew their fearsome capabilities quite well, but he also knew how to take them apart.

When Vilaz took aim with the Flamer and pulled the trigger he would hear a terrible bubbling and hissing noise as the two graphite fuel capsules of the Flamer were ripped out of the weapon and thrown aside to the ground, splattering their contents over the immediate area. One of the shortcomings of the weapon was the fact that its canisters were just screwed in, there was no greater safety mechanism to keep them in place as soldiers wielding them were expected to just not let anyone get close enough to unscrew them, however beings like HK capable of telekinesis did not had to close in physically to mess with the weapon. Depending how close Mia and others were, Vilaz could possibly fulfill his plan, as there was still a chance the napalm spilled by the canisters when they were ejected and now clattered over the ground, causing the flammable liquid to pool around, was splashed over them as well. However igniting it now in hopes of setting Mia or others, HK included, ablaze would also mean that there was a chance to set Vilaz on fire as well.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

It happened so fast. Explosions. Shots. The droid moving, another Mandalorian hit. She wanted to rally them under her banner. Her insanity had no end. Crushgaunt adorned hands gripped the tomahawk. His eyes narrowed. His heart began to race. The adrenaline soared through his bloodstream. His body went rigid, then fluid after a moment. And then, the Wolf began to move. Low, fast, like his namesake. Moved around the others. He ran just outside of the flames, to Mia's flank. The tomahawk spun in his hand. It moved like a bat out of hell, years of practiced movement, muscles like steel cords moved in tandem with an aching heart, and a rageful spirit.

He said nothing. The others provided an opening. The tomahawk went for Mia's chest. Right in the center.

He answered the question of what he thought of the child and Mia in one singular movement. His eyes locked with hers as he moved, and he spoke volumes by the look alone. The others were fighting each other. Preliat went straight for the Liberator herself. She took what mattered most from him. So he was going to take everything from her. Everything that he could. He was going to take her life- but somehow, he didn't feel as though it was enough.

He was going to burn as much of Mia Monroe's memory away as well as ridding her of her mortal coil. She did not deserve life. Not while he lived. Mia made a mistake in making sure that he did not perish as well. The others had been, or were going to be punished for their transgressions against the Mando'ade. Preliat could care less about the Mandalorians as a whole right now. Petty, vindictive people as they were. He was here for his family. His brother, may have not shared the exact same intentions, but the Mantis brothers were not here to follow Mia, or anyone loyal to her, anywhere.

The blade racing for Mia's chest made that abundantly clear.


[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Cato Fett"] @Look, I don't want to tag everyone

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

[member="Cato Fett"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]

As Atiniir was waiting for [member="Strider Garon"] to make a move, he suddenly heard the sound of another jetpack firing. He spared a quick glance, just in time to see a blaster being drawn on him. Atiniir rocketed backwards, barely missing the shots, one of them glancing harmlessly off his beskar chestplate. Atiniir was filled with rage now; he'd been fired on. He turned, and fixed the second jetpack-wielder with a look of daggers.

"I will not stay out of this!" he yelled, "And there's nothing you can do to make me! I am Mandalorian! I have as much of a right to defend this woman as you claim to have to attack her!" Such a fact was true. When a Mandalore was called, the Mandalorian people had a choice to support them or not. Atiniir had heard the call, and he had chosen to support this new Mandalore, knowing not the scope of her crimes. But there was nothing he could do about it now. He had given her his support, and now he had to reap the consequences. He understood his fellows pain, but if his word meant nothing, than how could he call himself Mandalorian?

Atiniir rocketed towards Silas, blaster first, firing a burst of laser bolts. When he got to about ten meters away, he abruptly cut his jetpack's engine, allowing himself to fall.

"****!" he yelled. With luck, Silas would think that his jetpack had suffered a mechanical failure. After just a few feet of free fall, however, Ainiir suddenly turned in the air and launched a grapple line at the man's foot. If it connected, he would yank hard, dragging the armored man down with his own body weight and strength before reigniting his pack to rocket up and clobber the man with a jetpack-assisted uppercut. If it didn't connect, he would reignite his pack, landing in a three point stance on the ground. Blaster ready, he would face his opponent again.

 

[Arla Ordo]

It was bad really bad, the dark blood told her it was deep. She looked [member="Cato Fett"] , "yes we need extraction....which means we have to avoid the battle until a responder team can get here." Arla looked over to Avrum, "Call Ba'Buir Rianna tell her we have a patient for her...you remember how?"

Avrum nodded, "yes..." he had never seen so much blood he knew he could do what his mother wanted. Fear lingered he looked around trying to keep himself together. He kept staring at the blood. He wanted to touch it to know what it was like, was it warm? It smelled funny.

Arla reached over and gently turned her son's face to her, "He needs our help ad'ika call." Arla could have called but she was busy now trying to find a way to put pressure on the wound to stave off some of the bleeding. "Stay with me ok" Arla looked down at Cato hoping her voice didn't shake, and that he believed she was confident.

Avrum calling would give him something to do.

He had the ability to communicate on selected frequencies. He was working hard to do it, he bit his lip as he worked and finally able to tap out a message to his ba'buir Rianna that they needed help.

He nodded when he saw the blip come back that they were coming...be ready.....

"Buir she's sending what she called a responders...they have a single air ambulance working..." Big words that he understood he looked at Cato, "Does it hurt a lot?"

It would take at least ten minutes for the ambulance to arrive and then hopefully no one there would be shooting at them...maybe. In the distance a whine could be heard the engines of the ambulance as it approached.

 

[Silas Mantis]

Had Silas been someone else, something else, [member="Atiniir Starrider"]'s gambit might have worked. Perhaps Silas would've retreated from the bolts, shied away from the attacks, but he did not, he could not. Silas was of the wolves, of Clan Mantis, and they were relentless. Twisting to avoid most of the shots, Silas rocketed towards the man, unrepentant fury behind his eyes as he rushed towards Atiniir. "Then you can die with her." He replied bluntly.

As the jetpack cut out Silas did not stop and wait, he dove after the man, drawing Little Wolf from its sheath on his back, the wicked curved blade hungry for the blood of the traitor. To stand with Monroe was to be guilty of her crimes in his eyes, and that was more than enough reason to gut the other man. Twisting his body again to avoid the grappling hook he holstered the Westar and cut his pack.

Flipping upwards he landed on his feet and dropped into a crouch, only to ignite his pack and propel himself forward at his enemy. As he rushed forward he pulled back with his open hand as if to strike, but in the instant the distance between the two of them closed, the knife shot up on a trajectory to slide under the beskar's breastplate and into Atiniir's ribs.

If fate was kind, the man would die right there, and either [member="Preliat Mantis"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], or [member="Strider Ganon"] would have ended [member="Mia Monroe"]'s treacherous life. Then this would all be sorted out, right?

 

[Strider Garon]

These mandalorians needed a schooling in ethics of combat. Less talking, more shooting was usually a good tactic to overcome any violent situation. Battle awareness, hyper vigilance and the superior 360 degree peripheral vision that most mandos had access to also contributed greatly to victory and longevity of life. But what the old man saw was disgusting with so called warriors just walking into arc's of fire and foolishly getting themselves injured by hap-chance making Mia the traitor lucky to have a plethora of beskar clad meat shields. Then there was aggression and the tenacity to get the mission done, fully committing to the objective by all means necessary. If these protectors of Mia had a ounce of that, they should of been able to thwart this execution and save their beloved world killer and her unborn child. But they lacked the teeth and grit thus far, dazed by the confusion of who was right and wrong, which side of the line to cross and to kill or not to kill.

Strider was committed and steadfast in exacting punishment on Mia, that combined with Prelaits ferocious blood lust and Vilaz's unhesitating tenacity along with the aid of Silas, the pendulum swung in their favor. School was in and a lesson was being brought upon those that stood in their way with merciless application of violence. There will be plenty of time to second guess one's action thoroughly once the dust had settled, their will be ample amount of liquor to drown in if there was any doubt. But here and now was not the time for such deadly distractions for it was a red day and blood was going to spill by the buckets.

Vilaz wanted Strider to close it up and close it up he will. The warrior twisted his body to change his flight trajectory that vectored towards Mia and company. His HUD's targeting reticle painted the Traitor once more, this time the payload of ordinance that was to be shipped upon them was the jetpack's top loaded rocket propelled missile. He would raise his ancient EE-3 carbine and unleash repetitive volleys of blaster bolts in what would best be described as a strafing run while letting the rocket loose.

[member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Atiniir Starrider"] [member="Atiniir Starrider"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Cato Fett"] [member="Vila Sayne"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Ria Misrani]

Amaya had seen enough.

Quietly, with the poise taught to her by [member="Artemis Lux"] and the natural presence of a Cardei. The Daughter of Isley Verd with her beloved at her side, their son snuggled close to his father. She walked from the Beskad, the family kept their distance from the scuffle turned skirmish. "They must shed blood, she is guilty of slaughtering our people. See now, and behold, the traitor." She demonstrated, "and see why it is the Clan Verd that I lead, remains silent. Although, if and when asked, our alliances remain as old as time, behind Clan Munin." A pause, "for now." Her last words spoke of machinations that the girl had for herself, a plan long since in the making from the time she realized the blood within her veins.

"Inform, [member="Vilaz Munin"] he has access to the ships, he and only he has it. I have seen enough. Whatever it is this traitor has, will not be done until her blood has been shed, until she has been made to repent for her sins." And if [member="Mia Monroe"] would not heel, then her children and children's children shall pay the price. For they would all remember who it was that destroyed their homeworld, for they would all recall the name much like Lilith to Eve. Evil comes in many forms, and Amaya Verd would not be associated with it. Not on this day at least. It was a lot to say considering who her father was... "Come, Tey. Let us return to Concord Dawn, we have much to prepare for."

Jus Drein Jus Daun.

Blood Must Have Blood.

 

[Rhodessa]

Damn she thought to herself, as she missed again. She may have to go to targeting range, if she survived this day. She could not fathom why people trying to kill a pregnant woman, she did not know about her destroying Mandlore. She then saw [member="Vilaz Munin"] fired a rocket at her, Feth went through her mind, as she ducked below the table. The rocket hit the table splintering it, the blast knocked her back. Most damage was taken up by her armour, but she was bleeding from some of wounds. She figured shooting was not her forte, and they gaining ground poor woman. She grabbed her rifle and ran towards them, and got ready to shoot them a point blank range. As she moved, she was in pain due to bruises and swelling, but she struggled She soon gained the ground, on [member="Strider Garon"] as she closed in on him, she aimed a shot his jet pack. Surely this close, she could not miss, could she?

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Mandalorians had fought before, it wasn't new that a civil war or at least a far smaller version of it. This was no exception, when the Republic was brought into aid in the problem when Darth Maul's Mandalorians fought against the true remnants of the Death Watch, and with that was Fett, all those years ago. Though that was then, and this is now. Some things never change, the constant infighting between Mandalorians seemed to be one of those things. Though unlike then, Fett would not intervene, he was simply observing for now. Perhaps something may draw him into the fray.

He didn't quite feel the need to join in, it would be pointless, a risk without reward if you may. Although that wasn't entirely true for Mia Monroe was a wanted woman. A Billion Credits had been placed on her head for what she had done, and a Bounty Hunter as well-recognised as himself was most definitely here to collect. To some he may be the common scum, though to those that knew him, even knew of him were well aware that he was one of if not the best bounty hunter roaming around these days. At least that was the opinion of some, especially those within the Galactic Empire, including the Grand Moff himself. Why else would he indulge himself in the man's contract specifically?

For now he remain in the dirt, watching the carnage unfold through a sniper scope, hidden away at an advantageous position. Perhaps it would of been best to devise a plan, but with all that was going on, it was difficult to predict what would happen next. For now he was alone with his thoughts, and one question that plagued his mind was of which side he would be on. It was an easy answer for him, putting it all in perspective of a real Mandalorian that lived and died by the resol'nare. If this Monroe had destroyed their planet and then attempted to lead the very people she destroyed, she should be met with violence. Fett wouldn't follow her, then again, Fett would follow nobody but his own construed sense of justice.
Those who opposed Manda'lor the Liberator were in the right here, maybe he wouldn't take their lives today. Let's just hope they don't get in the way of his hunt. The crosshair of his sniper was fixated on Mia, knowing that sooner or later he would have to step in. Saving her life only to give it away to someone else. Maybe she'd even be thankful. Fett didn't care, the only thing on his mind was that Billion Credit reward.

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

[member="Silas Mantis"]

For all intents and purposes, Atiniir should have avoided the strike. He was ready, in position, blaster raised at Silas. He had been fighting since he was a kid, living life as a pirate. He should have been able to survive. But, he didn't. Maybe it was the speed of the assault, or the feint, or just a feeling in his gut that wouldn't let him move; whatever it was, Atiniir didn't respond until the very last second, and by then it was far too late. The blade slipped between Atiniir's chestplate and his codpiece, where only bodysuit protected. It sliced through suit and flesh and embedded itself in the warrior's torso. Atiniir gasped, and in a swirl of nausea fell to the ground.

Lying there, Atiniir looked up at the man above him, then his eyes shifted to the other battle. In that moment, Atiniir did not feel the pain. He did not feel rage, or hate, or anything. All he felt was confusion, and regret. What had he done? He was lying on the ground, bleeding out, and the knife that had done it was in a vode's hand. He had joined the ranks of those who today had fallen by the hands of their brothers and sisters, because he chose to stand against the will of his people. What was he doing? [member="Mia Monroe"] had sent her call, Atiniir had answered. But that woman had killed millions, destroyed an entire planet, and for what?

As he lay there, coughing, trying and failing to stem the blood coming from his wound, Atiniir realized his mistake. He was a Mandalorian, he fought with honor as their codes demanded. But there were times when honor got you nothing, except killed. The Mandalorian warriors of old had been honorable to be sure, but they had been smart too. Mia was a murderer a million times over; what honor or respect did he gain by following her? He had let his sense of honor at doing nothing but answer a call blind him to the truth. His vode had come here for vengeance; what right did he have to stop them? In his confusion, he had failed to answer a very simple question:

What use was honor, to the honorless?

Reaching up, Atiniir popped the seals on his helmet. It was colored red and black: honoring a father, and justice. He gained neither with this fight. He pulled the helmet off and let it fall, looking up at Silas with dim blue eyes. The pain was coming now, it hurt. Atiniir was only seveteen, his face was unlined and youthful; only a single knife scar betrayed that he was a warrior. Lying there, however, he seemed to have aged a hundred years.

"Sorry I made you do this, vod," he said to Silas, "I really screwed up big huh?" Atiniir smiled weakly, then coughed. No blood spattered out; the wound wasn't mortal, but if he didn't get medical attention soon he was going to die anyway. He didn't want to die. He was the last Starrider, last of a line stretching back to the days of Revan. He didn't want it to end here.

"You were right," he continued, "That, thing, didn't deserve my honor. I was just too blind to see it." A final cough, he was losing consciousness now. He had only enough time to say one more thing. He didn't know if he even deserved to say it, but it was worth a shot nonetheless.

"Ni dinu ner gaan naakyc, jorcu ni nu copaani kyr'amur ner vod," he said.

Honor my offer of truce, for I would not willingly shed a brother's blood