Objects in Space

[Xin Boa]

[member="Drake Jast"] [member="Aeshi Tillian"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Bann Sundorah"] [member="Mirax"] [member="Delila Castillon"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Bastin Arenais"]

The Agora

It was the crack of a conduit bursting that woke him. As it went it showered the corridor in sparks and provided a bright flare of light. Xin almost wished he had stayed out. Before the light waned he caught a glimpse of the durasteel panels across his right leg. He couldn't see anything below the knee until his foot emerged. It was at an angle his foot was not supposed to be at.

As the light waned the pain bloomed. The muscles in his neck bunched up as he leaned back, assaulted by waves of agony. Spots danced across his vision perhaps from the shower of sparks or perhaps just from the pain.

He groaned into the darkness and tried not to cry out.

There was another crash further up the corridor and a door swung open. Xin tried to turn for a better look but that only exacerbated the situation. The sharp new flare of pain nearly took him from consciousness.

He screwed his eyes tightly shut and tried to control his short, sharp breathing. After a few seconds he opened them again and found that the open door had let some faint emergency lighting spill into the corridor. He heard a distant blaster shot. Was it not finished?

Xin could see his blaster, tantalising from just beyond his reach. Surely the raiders had gone? This ship had come ahead of the fleet to negotiate for passage. Twenty minutes after the Mandalorian delegation came aboard another clan attacked. They'd crippled the Corellian frigate in the first salvo before shields had been raised. A boarding party had swept through all ten decks. It had been hit and run. Perhaps to target a specific individual or maybe to steal something. They'd rallied around engineering and then the ship had been struck by another torpedo. The last Xin had known was falling into the bulkhead as the ceiling started to collapse.

"Hello?" He called into the darkness.

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Take your role

1) Be a member of the Vagrant Fleet or a mercenary present on the Agora when it was attacked.

2) Be a Mandalorian who had come to negotiate.

3) Be a Mandalorian who attacked and disabled the ship

 

[Muad Dib]

Every time. Every bloody time. Oh, let's go talk. Talking is good. We shouldn't fight. We should negotiate. Osik.

The man grunted as he checked the HUD, several readings flashing in front of his eyes. But the screen in his helm was hard to read as there was a faint red sheen drifting across the interior. Grunting once again he reached up and disengaged his buy'ce from his head, his body screaming with pain.

Blinking and breathing slowly he focused the pain into a point in order to utilize the sensation rather then be crippled by it. His right gauntlet wiped the blood from his face, a laceration on his scalp still weeping tears of blood. Stowing his buy'ce in the netting upon his belt he rolled to his stomach, a groan escaping his lips.

His right hand went to his thigh and pulled the protector revolver free from it's holster then let his head drift forward onto the cool grating of the long corridor as he tried to unscramble that last bit of missing time.

A ship in mando space. A group sent up to talk with them. As Alor of Clan Farr and on Manda'yaim he had volunteered. A shuttle ride to the ship. They were just about to sit down and converse when things went sideways.

Mandos attacking mandos. Fething Manda.

Opening his eyes he sensed another in the hall. A Mandalorian moved through slowly, the ripper in his hand covering the doorways as the Mando searched. The sound of a blaster echoed not too far away. Laying there he watched the other mando, not recognizing the markings on the armor. A faint voice called out, "hello", which drew the Mandalorian around facing away from the laying Mando.

Silently he pushed to his feet as the other armored figures stepped over some debris and pointed the ripper at a point just ahead of him. The external speakers barked out as the man spoke in a gravely voice, "Time to die." As the ripper began lining up the shot Muad stepped behind the other Mandalorian and aimed the revolver at the helmet and fired.

At close range the force of the slug colliding with the other man's helmet sent him flying over his would be victim and twisting to land on his back. Muad stepped over the trapped man to point the revolver at the faceplate and fired the last four slugs. The first left a dent in the faceplate. The second cracked it. The third blew through and buried into the head beneath.

The fourth was out of spite.

Cracking the cylinder open he flicked the empty casings to the floor and loaded the five chambers before snapping the revolver shut. Glancing either way he saw no one else and finally turned to the other man.

"Are we having fun yet mate?"

[member="Xin Boa"]

 

[Formorta]

Alarms, blaster fire, just another day with the fleet, and another day of killing, perhaps it would help better to know the full story, but Formorta tended to refrain from the diplomatic side of the mercenaries groups activities, for the moment content with just getting paid to out bullets in peoples heads.

For the moment she scuttled across the ceiling, once again concealed under a layer of stealth equipment as a lone Mandalorian stalked the halls, obviously one of the raiders by the fact he was kicking dead bodies, meaning it was weapons free with this guy. Attaching her grappling hook the seasoned assassin slowly lowered herself over the Mando while he was inspecting a body, her full 6 arms and legs quietly wrapping around him, like a spider claiming its meal.

By the time said raider caught onto her presences it was too late, her vibro blades stabbing through the gap in their armor, before a sicking neck snap by the woman's insane upper body strength, pulling her prey up and out of sight from the hall ways, placing the body in the rafter before falling to the ground, continuing to look for any familiar faces.

Soon the sound of a slug thrower echoed in the distance, four shoots, sneaking towards the room she spotted several bodies most dead, but two alive. A man tall and holding a revolver, the other, her boss and employer [member="Xin Boa"], it seemed the guy was always in trouble, first lava now this. Walking closer Formorta relaxed her guard, the cloaking field around the woman shimmering off, realizing her in a not so typical grey/white outfit and cloak, the one mainly used while on snowy planets and ship, "... boss... new person".

[member="Xin Boa"]

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Formorta"]

Xin grasped for his blaster. Even yanking his leg so hard he probably did it more damage. The pain was enough that he was nearly losing consciousness. The mandalorian lowering the muzzle of his heavy weapons towards Xin's head was about to take more than that. Xin gave up on the attempt and turned his head back to face the mandalorian. better to go out facing his killer.

He still snapped his eyes shut when the crack of the weapon being fired went off. Then there was another and another.

Xin realised that if he had died there would probably have only been the one, final, sound.

"Are we having fun yet mate?"

"Yet? You mean there is even more fun to come? I can't wait."

"... boss... new person".

Xin wanted to reply, but he'd used up the last of his air on an attempt at a witty retort. Now he just breathed and tried to remain awake.

 

[Darth Windo]

Dropping out of hyperspace in his jedi interceptor Malic begins to flips switches on his dashboard and giving orders to his astromech droid.

"R7 begin scanning the area for signs of any fuel depots or deposits we can mine. If we can't find any we will have a bad situation back on the Collective. With the low fuel reserves on the ship she only has the ability for one more hyperdrive jump."

R7 begins scanning the system and begins beeping faster then Malic can under stand.

"SLOW down old friend i barley got anything you said"

R7 Slows his text across the screen infront of Malic the screen reads:
"Uknown ship under attack from Uknown assalints. Major damage deteted. Unkown amount of life forms detected on damaged ship."

Malic takes a second to read the screen in front of him. He cannot believe it he begins to flip switches on his contol board and a holographic representation of a human appears on a display in front of him.

" Captain have you found fuel researves for the Collective? the man in uniform asks when the holo opens.

"No commander i have not. I have jumped to a system that has a damaged vessel in it that is under attack from an unknown agressor. I need to to jump to my coordinates imdiatly and ready the medical personal and troop carriers for emergency medical evac."

"Captain may i remind..."

"I know what your about to say Commander, but these people are in trouble and we can figure out the fuel situation later"

"Aye Aye Captain. Begin jump to the..." the holo cuts out as the Commander gives orders to the crew to begin a hyerspace jump

"Okay R7 lets go see what help we can provide."

R7 beeps nervously.

 

[Muad Dib]

He turned slightly, to look upon the woman who had arrived. Apparently she was a friendly. Slowly he holstered the pistol and knelt next to the trapped man and looked at his foot that was at an incorrect angle. Chuckling slightly he plucked a deathstick from a pouch and placed it between his lips, the end flaring into life without a light. Exhaling a plume of blue smoke he looked at the man.

"No kickball in your immediate future."

Glancing once more at the woman he gave her a nod of acknowledgement before casting his eyes around looking for something he could use. Spying a bent rod he snagged it and pulled it loose examining the length. It was bent but still had enough heft to do what he needed. Squatting again he shoved the bar parallel with the man's trapped leg under the metal plate.

"I'm going to lift and hopefully give you enough clearance to get your leg free. Darlin, if you want to help pull him, feel free."

He winked at the woman before gripping the bar with both hands. Testing the weight for a moment he grimaced as smoke rose from the deathstick. Tightening his hold he began to lift. The weight of the plate was intense, but the fulcrum bar, the body of the warrior, and the Force strengthening his body was enough to raise the entrapment a foot above the leg. Sweat dotted his forehead at the exertion.

[member="MALIC SALVOS"] [member="Xin Boa"] [member="Formorta"]

 

[Formorta]

As the new man made some witty remarks to the somewhat reckless captain Formorta knelt down, serving his wounds as well as the damage don to the room, 'things sure seem to have gotten... out of hand'. "I believe you may have several broken bones and internal bleeding of some sorts... don't ask my how I know that with no medical training". She eyes wandered to the side as the unfamiliar man as he returned with a bent metal pipe.

"Sounds lik.... ah, d-d-darlin"? she was a bit stunned by the man, flirting? not many people, no, no one had ever said that before, her facial scar and other 'things' usually put people of, or made it easier to get mercenary contracts, "... sure, ready when you are". The metal creaked under the stress of being lifted, but slowly the plate on Boa's leg lessened, allowing her to quickly pull him away from the wreck, "his free, you can drop the bar".

She pulled Boa to the side resting him against the wall before turning her attention back to the new man, still slightly flustered at his, odd behavior, "so, who might you be, and what is going on"?

[member="Muad Dib"] l [member="MALIC SALVOS"] l [member="Xin Boa"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Xin Boa"] [member="Formorta"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="MALIC SALVOS"]

Ships:

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Rozilyn- Reclaimer 1 ​

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Stinger- Marauder Class Corevtte​

On Board the Rozilyn, near the Agora

"Holy feth! You see this?"

Drake growled, shoving Danni aside to peer put the view ports. Across the five hundred meter flat top of the Reclaimer one, he spotted the Agora, listing badly. she was in a state of disrepair the salvager recognized as a ships half death. the point when the actions of the next few moments would bring salvation or death.

"Danni, move us in, full burn."

Drake picked up the Commlink, ship wide and cleared his throat.

"Attention all hands. Stand bye for damage control and triage operations.This is not a drill!"​

He grunted. He ha just rejoined the fleet, after a Salvaging mission. On one hand, he had good salvage to refit the Ships with. On the other, they had taken mad causalities from the Mando raid.

"Agora, Agora, Rozilyn Actual, come in!"

 

[H3xle]

Bann could feel his pulse in the top of his head.

He could hear the rush of blood passing through the ear nodes on either side of his head.

He could still see the Mandalorian squad in front of him, however, and despite the urge to chatter away at someone, the part of his mind that enjoyed situations like these, a part that he did his best to never satisfy, was calmly directing fire from both of his blaster pistols.

His left blaster pistol tilted an inch to the left, and blew out a panel that began to shower sparks over the Mandalorians, then he turns and darted for the door at the end of the hall. He rolled through as blaster bolts followed him and slammed the emergency beacon on the inner wall. It shut with a slamming finality.

A burning sensation came to his attention along his right leg, and when he looked down he saw a blaster burn right through his pants to the flesh underneath.

"Well, that fething sucks..." He muttered as he continued to hear blaster bolts hit the door behind him. They'd blow the door sooner or later, but for the moment he was safe. He looked around and found that he had gotten into a communication room of some sort. Likely a routing station or maintenance one. He ignored the question of why the door had been open, and moved away from the door. There was a tower of servers near the door, it was clamped to the floor and ceiling, but wasn't currently in use. He quickly unclamped it and shoved the rack over, into the doorway. When they blasted through the door, they'd still have trouble getting in.

"Agora, Agora, Rozilyn Actual, come in!"

He heard the voice in a breaking stream from a console on the other side of the room. Bann almost ran over, holstering his pistols as he did. His right leg hitched, and pitched him forward, but he caught himself in the chair. He flipped a switch on the console, bringing it fully to life, then grabbed the headset and spoke into the mic without pulling it over his head.

"Agora to Rozilyn, what the feth is going on? We've got Mandabros all over the ship!" Bann returned vocally as he scanned the console. A few quick taps and he was in the system. They used a similar operating system to the ship he had grown up on, and while he had never done more than the mandatory lessons in the communications department, he knew enough to bumble his way around. He found a relay into the internal sensors, but found only a few of them were working, and only partially working at that. "I've got a rough idea of bodies and placements, but I don't know what I can do with that information..."

[member="Drake Jast"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="MALIC SALVOS"] | [member="Xin Boa"]​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Xin Boa"]- @Formorta- [member="Muad Dib"]- [member="MALIC SALVOS"]

Ships:

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Rozilyn- Reclaimer 1 ​

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Stinger- Marauder Class Corevtte​

On Board the Rozilyn, near the Agora

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"Hold Tight Agora, we're sending some folks over there now. Has the ship sustained any damage in critical systems. That's the info I need."​

Danni raised an eyebrow looking up at him as he spoke. He leaned in closer to the view port, peering over the construction deck below at the vessel. He could indeed see several boarding craft lodged into the side of her.

"They're gonna need some help. Not just repair."

Drake glanced down at her, lips pressed thin.

"Yeah no fething kidding Danni. Tesar, Boboy, you're with me. Get your EVA suits and some guns from the locker. Danni, take us in closer, and stay on the Comms with em."

Minutes later his team was assembled. Clad in plain grey EVA suits with bulbous helmets. Drake blinked twice, connecting to Danni.

"We close?"

"Yep."

"Ok open her up."

The airlock cycled open. Drake clicked the heels of his mag boots, locking himself to the deck as they emerged, walking across the five hundred meter deck. He had with him Tesar, a Rodian gun slinger long past his prime, and Boboy. The Bith technician. Real good at slicing things.

"We gonna jump it?" Tesar asked, grinning through his helmet.

"We're gonna have to. Danni straighten us out, jumping in three....two......"

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Muad Dib"] [member="Drake Jast"] [member="Bann Sundorah"] [member="Formorta"] [member="MALIC SALVOS"]

"You think it might be broken?" Xin asked. He would have had more comments to make but he didn't have the breath to spare right now. As he was dragged unceremoniously across the floor he scooped up his blaster. It was only a pistol, but up close it would steal deal with the mandalorians wearing durasteel armour, which was a lot of them. Even if they were about to get attacked and gunned down it would make him feel much better to fight back. Lying there waiting for the shot had made him feel hollow and empty. He'd expected to be frightened, not that.

The med-kit in his pocket had nothing that could really help with this. The ship had a small med-bay with a droid, but they had even more pressing matters. If they were still being boarded the drugs were proably on the list for stealing after a visit to engineering for parts and the hold for goods.

"We need to get to de bridge or engineering. Make sure dey don't space us all...anyone know how to set a leg?"

 

[Muad Dib]

Released from the ensnarement of the metal that had him trapped [member="Xin Boa"] was pulled away to lean against the bulkhead. Lowering the pry bar he released and moved to where the woman was checking her ... Boss? Leaning against it himself he pulled a deep drag off the deathstick and looked at [member="Formorta"] with a wink.

"Well, I'm the benevolent, the merciful, the awe inspiring Muad. Don't worry I'm more of a fighter then a lover."

Smirking he only upon the ground and reached out in the force. His foot was turned the wrong way and he sensed that the man had anguish radiating from his extremity. Shrugging he took another hit and pulled the curved kal slightly from it's sheath before he seating it back home.

"I'm no medic, but I'm pretty sure you don't need it amputated. That's about the extent of my medical training. I could cut it off just to be sure."

The smirk had turned into a grin until he heard blaster shots ringing out from not to far away. Rising he pulled the revolver once more at the ready as eyes scanned the darkness.

"Might be a clan of mandos. Might be Death Watch. Could be anything honestly. Mandalore isn't exactly inviting to strangers at the moment and not especially fond of some of their own kind."

 

[Darth Windo]

Malic lands on one of the Agoras hangers with shields still in place. With all sorts of vehicles and cargo over turned Malic finds a place to land his fighter a few feet from the doors leading to the halls of the agora. Malic jumps out of the fighter and motions R7 to stay where he is..

malic moves to the door controls and pulls and ignites his lightsabre emitting a bright brilliant Blue across the the bluk head doors. the doors hiss as Malic presses the button to open the door, on the other side stand three Mandalorian Commandos. With a flick of his wrist Malic's lightsabre slices through the firs mando's armor, his body slumping to the floor. The second and third Commandos raise their blasters to Malic. malic shoulder spins around the the 1st Commando grabbing him by the belt and throwing him towards the bulk head. The second mando opens fire tracking Malics path as he fires he hits the Commando that Malic threw across the hall. as the laser fire traces closer to Malic he raises his sabre and deflecs the bolts to the side. He raises his left hand and using the force yanks the weapon from the Mandos hands.

The mando takes two steps back towards the hanger and from his side Draws a vibrosword and levels it across his chest readying for the fight to come with the sabre weilding Irdonian , Malic moves towards the Mando bring his blade down over his head aimmed at the Mando the mando raising his vibro blade parrys the lightabre and aims a leg sweep at the jedi. Malic drops and rolls over the leg of the mando, bouncing right back up bringing his sabre vertical to hs body blocking the attack that followed the leg sweep. Malic grabs the mandos wrist and twists the mandos hand holding the vibroblade . the mando lets out a little wimper having had this move used on him before the mando drops and tries to roll out of the hold but the jedi rolls with keeping pressure on the hold and wrist. the jedi delights his sabre and puts it in his robes and grabs a pair of restraints from the same pocket. The mando sees this and tries to squirm away from the jedi but was piined by the roll with the jedi. The jedi forces the mandosarm behind his back and cuffs him. Then the mandos other hand he wrestles and eventual gets cuffed behinfd his back as well.

Malic stand up panting just as two shuttles land in the hanger. Men disembark the shuttlles most of them carrying medic packs and a pistol. 4 Are wearing Mandalorian battle armour painted orange and blackfrom head to toe. These four walk straight over to Malic.

"Sir the Collective has arrived. Orders Sir."

Malic responds "secure the hanger captain. ill take the medics into the ship and look for survivors. Also keep and eye on our newest guest untill i return from the ship!"

Malic turns and is followed by 8 medics through the door into the ship

 

[Formorta]

She tried her best to ignore the mando as he gave another wink, stating he was more a fighter then a lover, or did he just like to make people uncomfortable, if that was the case thing might go down south when an inevitable fight broke out, and unfocused sniper was almost as dangerous as the enemy.

She kept here eyes trained on the man as he looked over Boas leg, not at all amused by the flash of the sword and mention of amputation, "Bring that blade near his leg and I'll castrate you". Maybe it was a joke, maybe it wasn't Formorta was not really one to understand humor, but the threat still stood. "Give me you hand boss I'll carry you", she removed her cloak and placed her rear arms around boas legs and back, holding the man in a bridal style, "Let me know if it hurts anywhere".

His talk of the mandos hinted to the possibly of him being one, especially that part about infighting, "I am surprised they have not all die out, with their warrior culture and all, seems like that would greatly decrease the population, constant killing and fighting".

[member="MALIC SALVOS"] l [member="Muad Dib"] l [member="Xin Boa"]

 

[H3xle]

"Hold Tight Agora, we're sending some folks over there now. Has the ship sustained any damage in critical systems. That's the info I need."

Bann tapped through some menus on the screen before him, but ran into a security lock out when he tried to get into the engineering and bridge systems.

"Rozilyn, I can't tell. I'm in a glorified data closet, but I don't have clearance to get into those systems." The noise of blasters stopped a moment, followed by a loud crashing sound. "I hope your people are armed. These mooks seem hell bent on something." Bann felt the need to ramble more, but a second crashing noise stopped him short. "I'm going to be busy in a minute.." Then he put down the headset and moved to the other side of the room, leaving the computer screen on and bright. The hope was for the bright screen to draw attention.

A third crash reverberated through the door, and the top of the door buckled inward slightly. Bann drew his pistols and tucked himself in a corner, behind another rack of servers, ready to take the Mandalorians under fire once again.

A fourth crash came, followed by the upper body of a Mandalorian pushing into the room. Bann's pistols spat twice each, his eyes alighting on the pot where shoulder met neck. Three of the bolts drilled into the spot, with the fourth ricocheting off of his helmet. The first of the true shots burned away some of the armor liner that peeked through there. The second burned it away, and began to drill into flesh. The third slipped past skin and boiled its way through the upper part of the chest cavity.

That Mandalorian wasn't going to move himself again.

Bann heard shouting on the otherside of the door, and hands grasped the armor of the big man stuck in the doorway, beginning to pull him out.

[member="Drake Jast"] | [member="Formorta"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="MALIC SALVOS"] | [member="Xin Boa"]​

 

[RC 212]

[member="Bann Sundorah"]

They launched from the deck, disengaging their mag boots just at the right time. Drake nodded to Tesar and Boboy as they neared. Tear already knew the drill, shooting a grappling line into the hull of the listing Agora. They grabbed the old Rodians belt, and let him reel them in.

"I think he's near the rear of the ship. This looks like port side, lower deck."

"Yeah yeah. Get that gun ready Tesar."

Tesar nodded and then grinnedat Drake.

"Been a while since we had a good shoot out."

"Oh yea. Alright, knock, knock Bann, open the portside airlock, lower deck please."

 

[Nej Tane]

The Agora's Lounge

The sound of metal hitting metal woke Nej up. And...he was floating. And so was his drink. He scrambled around, knowing what that meant. He frantically grabbed an oxygen bottle and put it to his face. Being human and being in a vacuum in space wasn't exactly a good combination. He didn't even have magboots on!

He needed to find his tentacle-headed friend, [member="Xin Boa"]. Needed to make sure that he was okay. Say what you wanted about Nej, but he stuck with his friends. He pulled his blaster out of the shoulder holster, and clicked on the little light on it. Somehow, it made the spooky floating ship spookier.

 

[Xin Boa]

[member="Nej Tane"] [member="Drake Jast"] [member="Bann Sundorah"] @Formorta @MALIC SALVOS [member="Muad Dib"]

They weren't far from engineering. It wasn't a particularly large ship anyway. Xin made Formorta release him so he could take the stairs himself using her shoulder and the railing to keep his foot off the ground. The shinbone would still need resetting at some point today. The deck below was also dark, but seemed to mostly be in fact. A bright orange flicking light seemed to be cast down the corridor from further ahead. Xin recognised the sound that seemed to go with it to.

"Heavy cutter," he whispered to the two who'd like him alive. "They're trying to force their way into engineering."

Xin peeked around the corner. There was one mandalorian at the door, kneeling beside a fairly large piece of machinery on wheels. Its arm was slowly moving down from the ceiling, a bright beam showering the area with sparks and leaving a glowing line along the door. Two more stood watch.

"Three of them," Xin whispered.

 

[Formorta]

As much as she didn't like is Boa insisted that he was able to walk on his own, simply using her as a crutch to lean on as the group slowly wandered up the stair case. Though not in any way a stranger to getting injured on the battlefield Formorta always tired to applied medical aid before continuing a fight, but to each his own, "Just don't cause yourself anymore damage boss, dying from internal bleeding or some other very lame cause is no way to go for a mercenary leader".

Upon Boas words and detecting the sound of the cutter she crouched down, keeping her eyes focused ahead of the group, "Do you think they are trying to get the ship operational again for personal use, or attempting to overload the reactor and blow the whole thing". Three tangos, two on guard one doing the job, simple enough alone, a piece of cake with three, even if one was wounded. It would not be difficult to get the drop on the sentries and eliminate them before their cutter wielding friend turned around., "Want me to take the shot boss, or should we do it together, you know, to get pay back for the ship, your leg, and the countless members of the crew that have probably died.

[member="Xin Boa"] l [member="Muad Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Following the two of them he smiled at the woman and her comment. It was true, the mandalorians were a warmongering race that took joy in battle. And they were very good at it. Unfortunately there was always death, and it did affect their numbers. However the mando'ade were not like others. They readily adopted children and adults into their clans and culture. The saying, "family is more then blood" ringing true. Course that information wouldn't stop Muad.

"Aye, we do love the thrill of the hunt. But some of us are more lover then fighter. Goes hand in hand really."

Quieting as they traversed the stairs he followed silently behind the two. Upon reaching the next level there three mandalorians were spotted. His eyes traveled over the armor looking for clues to the identity, as he recognized neither their markings or them as individuals, when his eyes narrowed at one of their belts. A fresh scalp still seeping a light trail of blood across the mando's hip and thigh plate sooner to their allegiance.

"Enemies... I'll draw their fire."

With a grin on his face he leapt over the distance, strengthened by the Force, pulling the kal at his belt. The two sentries saw the man and immediately raised their rifles tracking his arc. With a snarl his face he dropped behind the Mando with the cutter, driving the point of his imbued knife through the armor weave and into the spine at the back of the neck, severing the cluster of nerves and bone.

[member="Formorta"] [member="Xin Boa"]