Now is the Time [Open to all Mandalorians]

[Silas Mantis]

Silas didn't say anything, he just cursed to himself. The fething idiot had to wait until after he'd shoved a knife into him to see things clearly. If [member="Atiniir Starrider"] had been anything other than vod, Silas would have killed him there, maybe he should've anyway. Regardless he didn't.

Shaking the blood from the curved blade he looked down on his foe for an instant, but [member="Rhodessa"] quickly began to make her move on [member="Strider Garon"], who apparently was the one singled out by most of Monroe's would-be defenders. With one hand he drew out a small container of bacta and laid it on Atiniir's chest, the man could do the rest himself, the other hand brought his Westar to bear once again. "Apply it quickly." He instructed the Starriider before making his move.

He squeezed the four times in rapid succession, each blast making its way toward's the woman's upper midsection and neck. Hopefully the latter, it would make things significantly easier. There was also a sniper somewhere, but he had more pressing issues than [member="Vila Sayne"] at present. Strider, Preliat, and Vilaz getting to Monroe was all that mattered. Revenge was all that mattered.

 

[Mac O Shenanigans]

Mac lay on the ground, the battle raging around him. He slowly began to come around, and groaned in pain. Looking around him, in an attempt to regain his bearings he saw that it had broken down into many small one on one scuffles, as [member="Mia Monroe"] was now being targeted by [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Strider Garon"] and [member="Vilaz Munin"]. He noticed that her defenses were centered around those three and saw an opportunity. Finding his buy'ce, Mac pulled it on and reached for one of his daggers. The way he saw it now, the only way to bring this conflict between his Vode to an end was to move on Mia now. Did he want to kill her? No, but his sense of Justice knew that she needed to stand trial. Win or lose, it was the most honorable way he saw for everyone to proceed. Her previous actions may well have been reprehensible, but there was still the laws of Mandalore to uphold, still Honor to be saved all around. He was physically weakened, but that had never stopped the kilted vod before, as he started to claw and crawl his way towards the Liberator.

"Mia! T'is must end, we must stop tearing our vode apart. You 'ave to give yourself in to custody and face the c'arges against you..." He was inching closer, like an undead body emerging from the grave, Mac was now moving on pure mandokar, pure instinct. A slice across the achilles and she would be on his level, and he could, he hoped, then wrestle her in to some form of custody. Take her as a prisoner, and force the issue of a trial...

Mac keyed the comm to every channel, "Haat! Ijaa! Tor! Kyr'am!!!" Which was more dar'manda worthy, betraying Mand'alor, or betraying Manda'yaim and everything the Resol'nare stood for??? There was only one way to find out, and it was worth risking it all for all Mando'ade...


[member="Koda Fett"][member="Arla Balor"][member="HK-36"]

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

[member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Strider Garon"] @anyone else lol

The placement of the bacta on his chest filled Atiniir with elation. Honor among the Mando'ade was not lost; he would not die today. Reaching to the bacta on his chest, Atiniir grabbed the medicine and applied it gingerly to the tear in his armor. He felt the pain subside as the potent substance did its work, and soon he was able to sit up. He watched as the battle continued, vode against vode. Now, however, he saw it in a new light. He saw the rage and pain of those who cried for Mia's death, saw that there was nothing anyone could do to stop them. Things had been taken from them, and they sure as **** were going to punish the one responsible. They were Mandalorians; they knew no other way.

Keeping a hand on his side, Atiniir moved away, out of the sphere of combat. He placed his helmet back on his head, the armor sliding into place with the metallic hiss of seals. He then turned his eyes to the fight. Silas had been right, Atiniir should have stayed out of this. Too bad it had taken a knife to the ribs to make him see that.

 

[H3xle]

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The chaos continued.

[member="vilaz munin"] seemed to absorb her shots, but they only slowed him. She didn't have the punching power for Mando v Mando fighting, she was geared for bounty hunting. Still, the need to protect the child had over ridden her sense, and her reticle shifted. The former Mand'alor wouldn't be stopped by her shots, so someone else needed to take care of him. Her reticle found [member="preliat mantis"] closing in on [member="mia monroe"]. She missed the release of the tomahawk, but gauged him a threat anyway. Her reticle found his center of mass, and she laid down disciplined fire on him, being careful to aim rather than just press the trigger down and hope for the best. She knew it wasn't likely to kill the aggressor, but it should give him other things to think about.

As she did that, she keyed her mic to broadcast on every channel it could and send her voice aloud.

"Gev! Gev! Gev!" She had no love for anyone here but the child, the being she did not know but had become a symbol for her own redemption. Redemption for sins she had not committed. "Gev! Ibic ijaat naasade. Ibic ijaat naas manda'yaim!" She shouted for all to hear. Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop! This honors nobody! This honors not Mandalore!

 

[Mia Monroe]

The tomahawk sailed through the air in front of her, passing end over end with one goal: to kill her. To kill her child. It stopped less then a foot from her, its blade embedding itself in the force shield. In that moment, an explosion slammed the shield to her left and for Mia, time stopped.

She blinked, an action that seemed to take an age as darkness closed briefly upon her. Her child...his child. The one thing she had left to link her to the only man she'd ever loved was at risk. This wasn't about her anymore, it wasn't about her goals to unite the people and make the strong again. It wasn't about her pride. Whatever she wanted to do, whatever her battle honed instincts and mandalorian pride told her to do, it was time to run.

For they were trying to kill her child.

Rage came too easily, building up in her stomach and rising like bile to her chest, a rage fed by the force that she had never wanted to use, but yet again was her only hope of survival. She opened her eyes and reached for Ordo in the force, uttering a single word to him.

Down.

Rage exploded from her, expelling with the force of a bomb in a telekinetic blast that expanded outwards in all directions. It kicked up dust debris and bodies and flung them in all directions, her scream of rage ricocheted of the rubble of Keldabe city.

"Time....to...go." she said breathlessly to Ordo.

@everyone too lazy to tag you all now

 

[Ordo]

[member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] @Everyone else I'm on break

Ordo dropped to the ground and rooted himself with the force. His green eyes focused on the burned street as he felt the blast of force energy explode from his sister. The force filled him with strength as her words, breathless, strained, reached his ears.

He rose in a blur, dropping his weapons, as he took the all too pregnant woman in his arms. His next step was a bound. He raced through the air then landed at a force imbued run straight for his ship. There was no time for regret but thinking of his vode he knew he would be pained later. He fought the feelings down and knew he had already made his choice. A man, any man, who didn't protect his family didn't deserve the life he was given. Somehow, that did not lessen his guilt. They were only doing the same as he was. It was just from the otherside of the line in the sand.

He raced up the boarding ramp, glad that he had been so close and deposited Mia in the co pilot seat as he raised the boarding ramp and prepared to leave. With luck they could het away. To Mia, he said not a word.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Mandalore​

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Patient eyes shifted beneath a T-Shaped visor from a considerable distance, originally focused on nothing but the skirmish as a whole. As time had passed more and more had began to drop out from the fight from their wounds, but nobody seemed to be as bad as Cato. Although the Bounty Hunter disregarded it, he had bigger fish to fry. Was it honorable to remain at a distance, watching through a scope? Probably not, but it was the most efficient way anything could be done in this situation. The risk may be worth the reward, but there were too many wild-card factors at play. Not even Koda could predict which direction everything was going.

Fett mainly kept his eyes on Mia, and eventually she was taken away by a hulking man that was running at speeds no natural human quite could. Force-sensitive. There was always something to be learned when watching from afar. Both of them. He knew that much was certain. A pregnant Mand'alor was one thing, but that wouldn't last forever and in time she would be back to full capacity. Perhaps she was a well-recognized warrior, though Fett was near unparalleled in his methods.

They had closed the distance, darting between the ruins at a pace the infamous Bounty Hunter couldn't get a clear shot. Another time would come, he though to himself as the two loaded onto the ship in an attempt to make their escape. Koda could pursue them in the Concord Spear, although by the time he managed to get back onto it they'd truly be well and gone.

This journey was a waste, or so it seemed. Instead of claiming a billion credit bounty he learned a small amount of information, and more was ready to be found out as he shifted his aim from the departing shuttle back onto the skirmish that prolonged still. A quick glance over his shoulder at the speeder was made, pondering if he should live right now or not. Ultimately he chose to stay, there was always money to be made from skirmishes like this.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Kade crossed his arms and watched the shuttle's sublights roar to life, kicking up a slew of dirt from the engine wash. Soon they would lift off and be lost amid the sky. A tiny speck, breaking orbit and jumping to hyperspace.

But this was not over. Not by a long shot.

War was coming. Vod against vod. Brother against sister. Mother against son.

Good.

War paid.

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

Atiniir was thankful as **** he'd gotten away from the center of the battle, and that he was sitting down. When the Force energy exploded, he reacted on instinct, flattening himself to the ground and plunging his wrist blade up to his hand in the ground. Even with this, he was still nearly blown all the way to Coruscant when the explosion went off. When it subsided he raised his head, helmet automatically clearing the dust from his HUD, and saw that [member="Mia Monroe"] was gone. With some difficulty he pulled his blade from the ground and stood. The bacta had healed his knife wound a decent amount, and he managed to stand without shaking. The battlefield was in even more ruins than it had been before. What a mess.

Still favoring his side, Atiniir walked to where Monroe had been before releasing her Force scream. He stared for a moment, confusion still clouding his mind. What a mess indeed. He stood silent for a moment, thinking about where he should go from here. The answer, of course, after a few minutes, was obvious. He was Mandalorian. This planet had been his home, in spirit if not in reality. He had come here thinking he was supporting the new Mand'alor. But Mia Monroe was no Mand'alor; she was nothing but a murderer. The Starrider's of the past would not have taken "we needed to break" as an excuse. When Mandalorians got stronger, it was in combat, with blood on their swords and mud on their armor, not in reducing their own home to ashes. This was the truth; Atiniir would not be blinded by his honor again.

He looked around, seeing anyone who was still standing, lingering the most on wherever [member="Silas Mantis"] was. A few moments of silence, then just three words came from the young warrior, more to himself, but loud enough for anyone nearby to hear.

"Mando'ad draar digu."

With that, Atiniir walked away from the rubble, red and black armor coated with dust. He'd get a shuttle, fly away from here. He'd find the real Mand'alor, the true Mand'alor, one deserving of his honor and respect. He didn't know how, he just knew why.

 

[Ak'lya]

The news on the wind had been that the Mandalorians had been on the rise. That a new Mand'alor was rising, and that it would lead to the rise of a new power in the north. That was something that she needed to watch. But the view she had of them now, these men and women who no doubt had seen more war in her formative years than she had in a lifetime, had been tearing each other apart. They seemed more divided than ever. I doubt their ruler will come anytime soon. They'll tear each other apart long before then.

Still, the agent felt a twinge of sorrow for them. Civil war was about the worse thing that could come to a people. It seemed the Mandalorians were on the cusp of it. If this was how they responded to a new leader, then they would remain scattered to the winds. Perhaps it was for the better. They would be dangerous if they rose again.

A chill ran down her spine, and the agent spun. War was coming. That was certain.

It was only a matter of how many were caught in the blast.

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider felt the impact on his jetpack, the kinetic energy twisted the flying mandalorian into spinning free fall just before the fuel and flames caught and exploded. Now, if things could not get any-worse while in mid air, there was this invisible wave of force wizardry that was unleashed that forcibly changed Strider's fall into the opposite direction he was going. Lets just say there was no control, no counter measures the old man could perform to get out of this mess. It all happen with in a blink of an eye, his body twisting in all directions before crashing into the ground hard.

The world went dark for a few seconds, then the rush of pain erupted all over the warrior's body indicating he was still conscious and breathing. Fek, still alive. Was all he could think while he gasped for breath. His HUD was flashing red, to many alerts and vital signs at risk to pay attention. Strider gasped again, come on you old bastard..... get that air in there. Breath, just breath if you plan on staying alive.

IT was all he could do, his body was not allowing him to move and the fear of paralysis was starting to echo louder in the back of his mind. But one would have to breath first if he was to go onto the next bodily crisis. CALM, BREATH, CALM, BREATH, IN, OUT, IN OUT, the mantra he forced himself to repeat over and over in his mind helped. His lungs began to operate proper and life was beginning to be more real then a fading after thought.

 

[Rianna Organa]

The Air Ambulance finally arrived on site to take out the injured in time for them to report back to Rianna that her riduur [member="Ordo"] had gotten away unharmed. This was good news to her for they had all gone through too much where one or the other had been captured, hurt, or left behind.

The responders went to Arla first to pick up [member="Cato Fett"] and then heard that [member="Mac O Shenanigans"] was down too. The responders were ordered to bring in who they could to the medical center. Even though it was not back to it's once glorious state she and Briika had the first floor operational.

She told them also to bring Arla and Avrum with them she did not want to risk their lives.

She wondered though where would Ordo take Mia. There were places they could go she hoped he remembered the one place that could offer some peace at least for a little while.


[member="Mia Monroe"]