Restoring Carlac's Faith in Mandalore (UCM Dominion of Carlac)

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: 2


Kay looked to [member="Auburn Sioda"] as the woman ran over to them. "Yes, he needs to be warmed--" her words were cut off as the pyromancer lit up a flame in her hand.

Asardya...

Asa...

Kay thought back to the only pyromancer that she had encountered before. She was cruel and crazy. Both her and her lover Mayhem held Kay for a time in her youth and tested her healing powers by subjecting her to various injuries. Asa liked to burn, liked to heat up objects to see what kinds of marks were left on her skin. Kay's screams were like music to their ears....

"--He needs food as well as warmth. But the warmth needs to come first."

Her attention was turned to [member="Adara Raxis"] as she was called. It was a delight to see her grand-niece again, but there was something more troubling about her since the last time they had seen eachother. Kay just couldn't put a finger on it. Right now she had to focus on the boy and the matter at hand.

"As the little one says, we are here to help."

One of the braver women had stepped out of her home, staring at the Mandalorians in their square. The red shawl drew her attention. She stepped towards them, eyeing the flame that Auburn created as if by magic. "They took some of our children. It's not just the women anymore. My sister's boy--"

"Pa'riit! PA'RIIT!" Out of nowhere an older woman came running out towards them, her arms reaching for the boy that Kay held, while her face was getting wet by tears. "Pa'riit! Oh my dear boy! You're alive! Nan's here!"

Kay handed the boy off to his Nan, shawl and all. The old woman mumbled some prayers as she walked. It was at this point that the Ming Po Chief stepped out into the square. His skin was weathered and wrinkled, but there was a lot of strength to him. His eyes held wisdom and distrust.

"How much will your help cost us?"

[member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Thror Cal Vorn"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"]

 

[Adara Raxis]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Thror Cal Vorn"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Ruus"]

The chocolate her new Ba’buir Adenn gave her was as welcome as water to the dehydrated in a desert. Adara stuck the confection in her mouth and sucked. Slowly melting, the chocolate helped soothe the drumming call of the boy’s fading heart.

Thub-dub. Thub-dub. Thuub- - d-u-b…

Adara’s patent boots dug into the snow, her little fists clenching as she tightened her grip on Reyn’s hand. The boy. Pa’riit… The boy had a name. Pa’riit. The diminutive princess heard her lungs take in and expell the chill Carlac air as she mouthed his name between her lips. Pa’riit. He was loved. Cared for, but lost.

A lost little boy the way she’d been a lost little girl when [member="Skorvek"] picked her up in the snow of Obroa-Skai. Her fingers had gone numb then. She’d tried to stuff them in her pockets, but the dress didn’t have any, and Adara wondered how long it would be until her Buir or Baba found her. But Baba didn’t find her. Neither did Buir.

A stranger picked her up in the cold, just like Great-Aunt Kay. Like Pa’riit.

“Baba, hurry.” Adara whispered, her telepathic voice ringing not only between her temples, but into [member="Kaine Australis"]’ mind.

Thuub- - - dub… Pa’riit’s heart slowed. Tantalizing and raw as an entire birthday cake left in pieces in front of a sweet-toothed child. But Baba had medicine, the kind they saved for emergencies and galactic importance, and he wanted to save the boy. Adara closed her eyes and her breath came faster.

Aditya, looking up from her charts and the supply crates, gasped. She moved as fast as her belly could waddle, but Adenn got to Adara first. Aditya recoiled, it wasn’t safe for the babies if she stayed too close to Adara, when she was failing at control. Whispering a ‘be careful, you big galoot’, Aditya watched Adenn kneel beside the girl.

“Uummm… I can help. I’m good at helping.” Adara nodded, eyes growing wider and wider as more red and black seeped in. Eradicating the blue and white she set intentionally to make her appearance more ‘normal’. Whisked onto Adenn’s shoulders, Adara yelped in childish glee, giving a sad little giggle as she put both hands on Adenn’s helmet.

“Can weeeee… give them some of the supply boxes? Or! Or we could set up the shield generator, so their town is secure from bomba-bombada-um, big guns first?” She searched the area, drumming her fingers lightly on Adenn’s bucket. The tension from Pa’riit’s condition lessened up so high, the perspective change and anchor of her grandmother’s new husband breaking the momentary spell.

Yet, Adara still hungered. The Dark ever present in her soul swirled around her like a cloak of black, charred feathers. Invisible to all but those touched with the Force. ‘Baba, I’m hungry.’

Maybe [member="Mig Gred"] would leave some slavers alive. Adara could only hope.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: 3
Enemies: [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Ruus"] [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"]


"We don't broker information. We broker bodies for servitude. So pay up or get out."

Credits ran their world. Ming Po were hard workers. And so were their children. Children can be trained to never seek anything else but servitude. Children were worth more than adults with a desire for freedom.

More rifle barrels were made visible, outnumbering the Mandalorians 3 to 1. One of the slavers came out of the tent, his face partly covered with a scarf, while his body was protected by a light armour. His eyes were piercing and cold. Only those that knew him would identify him; another reason that he kept his face partly covered.

"Clock's ticking..."

 

[Tamar Gred]

Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Kay Arenais"] @Ruus

“So you admit to enslaving others. A bold move in Mandalorian space, do you remember what happened to Hela, to Er’kit, to Ploo? Kadia, Khorm, Contruum, Onderon, Nyriaan, Orinda… Has your head been so firmly implanted in your scarf that you haven’t seen the supply lines dwindle? We’ve taken down hundreds of your fellows. No money will save you. No weapon you raise against us will halt the Mandalorian assault. So the question isn’t how much we are willing to pay to take back these servants you collected.

The question is how much you believe your lives are worth, and whether the beings in your tents being released is enough for us to allow you to keep breathing. Release your stock.” Tamar stepped forward, ever forward as she spoke. No fear of the guns trained upon her, no concern for her own safety. “Pack your things and go. Ming Po is our protectorate now, and you will not be entertained.”

Closer, ever closer to the man with the scarf.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objective: 2
Tag: [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adara Raxis"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Thror Cal Vorn"]

Adenn smiled to himself as Adara consumed the candy, it was sweet really. He also noticed the semi internal struggle Adara was having, but Adenn couldn't help there. Though Adenn also noticed how her eyes grew blacker and redder, that couldn't be good. Adenn did smile when she giggled though, that had to be a good sign, right?

Smiling to her suggestion, Adenn spoke up to the box loaders, who were also watching on amusedly.
"You heard the little miss, hop to boys." They grinned and gave various amusing agreeing motions, all for the amusement of Adara. Then they set about their work.

Nodding his head in a precision to then, Adenn went back to trying to distract Adara. Looking around, Adenn noticed a weird blob of heat in a nearby bush. Grinning, thinking it was just some wildlife, Adenn eider to play with it.
"Hey adiik, why don't we go check the perimeter, make sure nothing is there?" Adenn chuckled lightly and began walking diagonally towards the heat signature.

As they neared, Adenn heard a rustle, and the sound of a humanoid. Frowning slightly, Adenn checked that everyone wasn't focusing on them before moving closer. Adara was still hungry, here was an opportunity to feed her. Chuckling again, Adenn suddenly picked up his pace, making sure to keep Adara on his shoulders. A semi quiet crash was heard before a human fell out and backwards away from Adenn.

Grinning, Adenn fluidly pulled out his verpine shatter gun and shot the man quietly in the knee. He looked like a slaver and was seemingly acting like one to, good enough for Adenn. The man was about to scream out in pain, but Adenn was faster, closing the distance and pressing down on the man's neck with an armored boot. Said man couldn't breath properly anymore. Chuckling, Adenn turned his head to Adara.
"Food is here adiik." Adenn winked with a head tilt, showing his amusement of the whole situation. Gently removing Adara from his shoulders, Adenn gently placed her down next to himself. "I heard you like when they're in pain, want a lesson on pain here and now?"

Without waiting for a response, Adenn pulled a large, wicked looking knife from his waist. Looking it over once, Adenn made sure the man could clearly . His eyes widened in shock and abject terror, both very evident in the Force. Laughing, Aden spun it once before holding the handle out to Adara.
"Let's get to work, shall we adiik? Just male sure not to kill him or drain him completely. I'll need him afterwards."

Adenn would wait for Adara, and if she took the knife, help her out on how to properly make someone feel the pain. Maybe not the best thing to teach someone so young, but he'd learned worse when he was younger so Adenn was fine with it. However, he had made sure that no one else could see, they were well behind a clumping of bushes, and the slaver couldn't have any chance to escape, cry out, or do much except feel the pain. He'd help out Adara and make sure she wouldn't go too far, as in kill him, or drain him, but Adenn was Grinning. This was as much about feeding Adara as getting revenge on another slaver.

 

[Adara Raxis]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Thror Cal Vorn"]

“I helped!” Adara tried to stay positive, concentrating on the Clan Mortui soldiers, who went about their business. Yet, Adenn was more discerning than Adara knew. Aditya gritted her teeth, pushing on back toward the others like [member="Auburn Sioda"] and [member="Kaine Australis"].

Adara’d been too occupied with the injured boy to notice the sensation of another being close by. Yet, Adenn was right. There, in the copse of trees further from the rest, a scout was relaying scans and information back to the camp currently being cautioned by [member="Mig Gred"] and [member="Ruus"] . If he was present, there were more. If that was the case the fortifications were in danger.

The scout’s sniper rifle laid scattered on the ground, vaguely pointed in the direction of [member="Kaine Australis"] and Reyn.

“You… really? I mean it’s easier to do when they’re…” Adara smashed her lips together with a nod, as the slaver scout gurgled under Alor Mortui’s foot. “You… were going to shoot my brother?”

Any reservation Adara had over the scout was lost, when she realized what he’d been doing. The pain caused to the man thrilled down Adara’s spine like music in an empty auditorium. Aside from a classmate at the Academy, Adara hadn’t fed for what felt like two and a half ages. Taking the knife without complaint, she felt its’ weight in her hand.

“What did you tell them? The others, the ones you work for. What did you tell them?” It was time to acquire a bit more education. His pain sang across the child. Her skin paled, black eyes alive with crimson irises glistening like rubies. “It’s just… I’m hungry. I’m indecently hungry and it is an awful conundrum to find appropriate meals. And you’re a quite terrible human being, and although human isn’t my favourite, you’ll do.”

Kneeling beside the doomed man, Adara put both hands on either side of his temples. He quivered, for a moment still and free from all the pain around him. Yet, as her hands began to shift with swathes of black-grey smoke, the tendrils of smoke billowed from the man’s body back through Adara’s fingers into her body. Pale skin flushed with a healthy glow, her hair turned glossy. Adara’s eyes closed.

The man’s hair lightened, wisps of grey interspersing in the otherwise dark head. His skin sallowed, crows feet crinkling on his eyes, liver spots on once clear flesh. Adara kept siphoning energy from him.

He flopped to the ground, with an audible groan. His skin would regulate in time, yet Adara always wondered about the hair.

“Thank you, Ba’buir.” Her fingers curled inward. “I feel better now. Did we get the words you wanted?”

 

[Ruus]

Objective 3: Locate Hidden Slaver Camps​

Location: Search Team, Carlac
Equipment

Spoiler

Mandalorian Guard Shield X X
WESTAR-35 Blaster Pistol X X
Mandalorian Guard Uniform (Captain) X
Mandalorian Guard Stun Baton X X
Steel Cuffs (x5)

Tag: [member='Mig Gred'] [member='Tamar Fitz Kierke'] [member='Kay Arenais']
Troops

Spoiler

Buirk'alor-Class Airspeeder (3/3)
Mandalorian Guard Officers (11/11)

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As the multitude of blaster barrels began to increasingly show themselves throughout the edge of the camp the Officers quickly pushed themselves together, holding their shields in front of themselves but flush with their adjacent ally. The Guard had created a small wall of blaster resistant shield in front of Ruus. As the other Officers were on one knee to keep their legs from being hit the Captain stood defiantly above them.

The negotiations seemed to be going very slowly if they were going anywhere. It had seemed Mig Gred's and Tamar's strategies were proving to be ineffective against the business savvy ringleader "Do not get yourselves captured. Also consider that these criminals are like rats. They know that they cannot escape the planet. They are up against the wall of the navy and the relatively few of us. We are the weakest point. And like rats, they will lash out at the predator that stalks them rather than the stone wall that blocks their escape." Essentially, if the group provoked or cut off too many exits for the slavers then a fight would ensue and perhaps they would even kill the hostages.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig glared at the slavers, trying to figure the situation out. He began to move his hands gently, pull some snow behind the men with the Force, but not unleashing it just yet. He looked to Tamar, then to the slavers again. Were they honestly this dense? He listed to Ruus, but didn't answer. Mig sighed, eyeing the man. He walked closer with his c'yare, keeping his eyes on the slavers.

He heard Kaine to, but only sent a ping to let the man know that he was listening.

"She's right ya know? You've admitted you're slavers, and we're pretty notorious for recording everything. So you can either hand over the people you're holding and leave, or find out what it's like to fight Mandalorians. Just a reminder, we don't take kindly to your trade, and a Mandalorian is never disarmed."

[member="Ruus"] [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objective: 2
Tags: [member="Aditya Fitz Kierke"] [member="Adara Raxis"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Thror Cal Vorn"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

Adenn nodded his head while smiling to Adaras statement, she had, however slightly it had been. Then they were at the slaver, and Adenn finally got to see a feeding with his own eyes. Adenn was fascinated to say the least, especially with how her reservations simply vanished when she saw the slaver was going to shoot Reyn. Smiling grimly, Adenn watched on in silence as Adara went to work. She cut him up and fed on him, causing a feeling of pounders to wash over Adenn. Adara had done well in her torture methods, and Adenn could see that the slaver could live if given medical attention.

Smiling at Adara proudly once she was done, Adenn patted her head. He had gotten all the information and then some he needed. Adenn sent a quick message to [member="Mig Gred"], it read
"There's might be another slaver group headed towards you. They know we're here, so be ready for an ambush."

Adenn then returned his focus to Adara and the slaver. Looking the man over, Adenn easily saw that he had aged, quite considerably. Smiling to himself Adenn spoke to the slaver, his voice filled with conviction, and as cold as ice.
"You have been found wanting and are nothing. Your actions are despicable, worthy of nothing but contempt, and death." The slaver started pleading for his life, offering anything he could, but Adenn silenced him by placing his boot on the man's chest. "I'll take what is yours, free your hostages, and allow your death to accomplish more than you ever did in life."

Turning his head to look at Adara, Adenn motioned for her to continue.
"If you wish Adara, you may finish him adiik. Slaver huut'uun such as him deserve only death." With that done, Adenn would patiently wait for Adara to drain the slaver if she so pleased. He wouldn't force her to kill the slaver though, as indicated by his stance, Adenn was perfectly willing to do it himself. But he'd give the opportunity to her if she so chose.

 

[Adara Raxis]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Thror Cal Vorn"]

“Y-you mean.. me?” Adara gulped, nibbling her lip. She looked down at this faulty creation, the slaver who had no name. He quivered and pled for his life.

Did the slaves he wounded and sold plead for theirs? Did the people he hurt get mercy?

“I… I’ve never killed anybody… Ba’buir? I’m scared.” The song of his life-energy sang across the small distance. Her fingers shook. Adara pressed her lips together and stared at the man. It would be so easy. She raised her hand once, an amount of fog flickering around the edges of her glove.

A man found wanting. What would they do if they were in a battle? The Mandalorians would shoot to kill, destroy the usurpers and save those who deserved it. Holding her breath, Adara looked around the thicket. It would be so easy.

He was as weak as the boy…

Staring at the slaver, Adara held her hand up once more. It shook as she concentrated on his life-force. How long would it feed her? Sustain her for?

“Um…” A sniffle caught the air. Adara turned around and buried her head in [member="Adenn Kyramud"]’s side. “I can’t do it! I can’t do it, Ba’buir. I… I’m sorry…”

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objective: 2
Tags: [member="Aditya Fitz Kierke"] [member="Adara Raxis"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Thror Cal Vorn"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

Adenn nodded in reply to Adara's question, he did mean her. The entire time he kept the slaver beneath his boot, ignoring his pleas. When Adara said she was scared, Adenn said "It's alright adiik, it's okay." before hugging her to himself. He watched quietly as Adara seemed to think about it, contemplating if she should do it or not. Adenn had taken his first life at a younger age than Adara was now, but he wouldn't force her to kill the man.

Then she sniffled and Adenn knew what she'd say before she said it. Adara burying her face into his side was a surprise though, he wasn't expecting that at all. Smiling gently, Adenn wrapped her into an embrace.
"It's ok adiik, it's ok." He softly whispered to her. "You don't have to do it now, you don't ever have to if you don't want to. That's what I'm here for, to do the dirty work."

Placing a hand over her ear, Adenn turned her head closer to himself and covered both ears and made sure she was looking into his side. This was for two reasons, one to comfort her and hug her, the other so she wouldn't see what he'd do next. Un-holstering his gun again, Adenn aimed the gun straight at the slavers head and pulled the trigger. The shot was silent, because the gun was a verpine shattergun, and thus didn't make any sound. While the despicable man had lived his last minutes of life in fear and pain, something that he fully deserved, Adenn believed he didn't deserve such a quick death. But he wouldn't let Adara have to live with this anymore, he'd done enough so far.

Hugging Adara tighter, Adenn turned them towards the rest of the group once more. Then he began walking them towards the group, being careful to direct her attention away from the dead mans body. He wouldn't get a grave, he didn't deserve one, instead his body would be food for something more worthy. Adenn didn't know what, but it didn't matter. Either way, Adenn was proude of Adara, she'd done well for what she had done. Talking quietly to her once more, Adenn spoke.
"You did well adiik, very well. I'm proud of you for what you have done." Squeezing her shoulder again, Adenn smiled down to her as they neared the clearing.

 

[Adara Raxis]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Thror Cal Vorn"]

For a moment, while she cuddled into her new grandfather’s side, Adara thought about the arguments her parents had, when they thought the kids were asleep.

“I was slitting throats at five! If I lived like our children, I’d have died before my sixth birthday!” Yasha seethed, a hot whisper near the room.

“Not our kids, Yasha! Not ours. Nobody should have grown up like you.”

The memory was hazy, but Adara clung to it as she went off to Boarding School, as she drifted away from Mandalorian things until a much later age than was culturally warranted. Her parents’ princess, the future ruler of Vena let her fingers cling to Adenn’s armour. Held to his side, Adara buried and hid.

Killing… although she had a taste for energy, the child never crossed that barrier. That line. There was a limit, a natural extension where one had to push to go further and steal a life. Its’ shadow hung around, a residue forever lingering.

"He's not worth that kind of memory." This slaver wasn’t worth being such a shadow in Adara’s life.

Adara sniffled into Adenn’s side as his words soaked into her hair. He held her ear, and she flinched as Adenn lifted his gun. She felt safe, relief clinging to her as Adenn took the man’s life. The slaver wasn’t worth looking back at, he was nothing more than a meal finished off by a loving Grandfather. She rubbed her eyes, looking up at his familiar helmet with a timid smile.

“Thank you, Ba’buir. I’ll try even better next time, promise.” The knife remained at her side, as they walked toward the others. A healthy flush to her cheeks, by the time they got within eyeshot of the others, Adara was skipping. “So proud we can go for ice cream, later? After we save the Ming Po? Do you think they’d want ice cream too? I like ice cream! Ooo! And look, the supplies are out! Oh goodie!”

Off she skipped into the middle of the Chief and the Mandalorians. But that was far too big a conversation for such a child to handle, so instead of chiming in with her father, Adara trotted over to Aditya and the Clan Mortui soldiers, who were disseminating and unstocking goods. She nabbed a box of ration bars, these ones chocolate flavoured, and rushed over to Reyn.

"Do you want to come with me to say hi to the kids?"

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objective: 2
Tags: [member="Aditya Fitz Kierke"] [member="Adara Raxis"] [member="Auburn Sioda"]d [member="Thror Cal Vorn"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

Adenn nodded his head sadly to what Adara said, slavers weren't worth the memory, but he had plenty of those about them. He nodded to what Adara said, she could try more next time, not that he'd force her too. Words couldn't describe what Adenn felt in those moments, but he did realize belatedly that he'd forgotten to get his knife back from her.

Sighing to himself, Adenn waved slightly to Aditya before heading to Adara. She was next to Reyn again. Placing a hand on her shoulder, Adenn gently turned her to himself. Smiling, Adenn spoke, voice gentle.
"Yes Adara, we can go for ice cream later. Right now though, I would like my knife back please." He held a hand out to her while also turning to Reyn. "What about you, want to get some ice cream later as well?"

Once receiving his knife and answer, Adenn would make his way back to Aditya. There he'd Keldabe Kiss her before settling in beside her, focusing on watching everything that was happening.

 

[Adara Raxis]

Objective: 2
Allies: [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Thror Cal Vorn"]

Still surrounded by the selfishness of a child, Adara didn’t see the struggle in the armour wearing man, who stood at her side. A child remained consumed by their own survival and needs, and Adara still had worlds to learn before she was grown.

“Oh! Yes, Ba’buir.” Adara handed the knife back, feeling better for its’ weight gone from around her. “Thank you for letting me use it… Ram! Ram’ika, guess what I got to do…”

Aditya waddled over to Adenn, quizzically piecing together what took him and Adara away from the rest for as long as he did. Holding him for the Keldabe Kiss, Aditya’s face became that bit more serious. Yes… she knew what Adenn had done.

What that devil-child made him do for her. Everything about Adara was wrong. The way she needed to feed, her eyes, her pale disposition. How could something so cheerful be utterly desecrating in life? Could evil truly be so present in a little girl?

Aditya’s eyes glanced at the knife Adenn had returned to him. If it were up to salvage the Galaxy, Aditya made up her mind to use that knife where it ought to be used.

Sometimes some deserved to stay dead. Why couldn’t anyone else see that Adara needed to die?

“We… are online with the shield. The Ming Po are starting to come out, and looks like Mig, [member="Ruus"] and Tamar have their hands full, but they’ll survive. We all will, right?” Aditya asked, looking into the visor of her husband’s buy’ce.

 

[Kay-Larr]

Objective: 3


The head of this gang of slavers merely stared hard as [member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] spoke of events that he knew nothing about. Yes, supplies were dwindling, but that was more to do with their isolation than anything else. All brought on by his Father the Chief that would not listen. So he did what he could to make his own fortune. Why not utilize the fears of old for profit? At least he wouldn't have to ration and share everything. He'd have his own wealth, his own house, ships, everything.

He looked to [member="Mig Gred"] as he continued the apparent discussion. Or was it a threat? [member="Ruus"] ' men appeared to shield him from an attack. But the slaver knew that attacking Mandalorians was a waste. Better to get them where it hurt, if they seemed to care so much.

"Oh no, I think the right question is how much are their lives worth to you?" From inside of his coat, he pulled out a thermal detonator and armed it. "KILL SWITCH!!!" He shouted to the others inside the tents, all the while his eyes never left Tamar's. The familiar clicks of thermal detonators being armed was heard, yet still the blaster rifles were kept in place, trained on the Mandalorians.

"Clock's ticking...."



Objective: 2


The chief took the medicine from [member="Kaine Australis"] and handed it to the younger woman. She ran off after Pa'riit and his Nan, waving the medicine in the air.

After watching the woman go, the Chief turned his attention back to Kaine, continuing to eye him suspiciously. "No one gives expensive wares freely. So tell me, Mandalorian, what will this cost us? What do you want from the Ming Po? Our wives and daughters?"

Kay stepped forward then. The argument seemed circular. She placed a hand on Kaine's shoulder briefly to let him know that she was going to approach the situation in her own way. "On the contrary, these Mandalorians are not slavers. Though the Sith that near your borders are, and they are encroaching ever closer day by day. They will not be kind to any of you. To preserve your way of life and your freedom, please consider going under Mandalore protection. They can aide you in any way that you need and if you prefer minimal contact, I'm sure that could be arranged. But let them help protect you from those that would harm you. The Sith will not bother you so long as you fly Mandalore's banner. I did the same for my own planet once. And Mandalore has never let me down..."

[member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Adara Raxis"] [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Thror Cal Vorn"]

 

[Tamar Gred]

Objective: 3
Allies: [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Kay Arenais"] @Ruus

“You shabla coward.” Tamar grimaced under her helmet. “You value your own life less than the slaves you barter? What part of this do you think you are walking away from? Disarm that detonator or so help me, you’ll die before you see the end of this minute.”

The moment Tamar realized the slaver wasn’t going to listen was the moment Mig made it to her side. Her crushgaunt-clad fingers entangled with his for one brief collection of seconds.

“I was a slave. Trained on Panatha to serve the Royal House, the Noble Houses older than any on this planet. And even I in my slavery had a better outlook than you do, you miserable dealer of misvirtue. Snake! You are nothing but remains, like the body of your fellow my compatriot shot in the meadow. Yes, we killed your scout. And yes, we know.

We know who, and what you are. The deaths of those whose blood is spilled today does not rest on our head, but yours. You’re the one refusing to let the slaves go. You’re refusing to set down your arms. You are tempting the patience of Mandalorians. If you were not afraid, you would have already shown your face.”

Walking ever closer, Tamar raised her hands. Closer. A little closer. Until finally, her wrist dipped.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig practically growled when he heard the detonators click. This piece of osik! He was willing to kill everyone there just to not lose. Mig had to thing fast. Then he had an idea. He smiled slightly when Tamar held his hand for a moment, but as she let go, the Alor quickly tapped her hip. A way of saying he had an idea without saying to aloud. Then Adenn said more were coming. Great. This wasn't good, and it was now or never. Mig began to focus on ever detonator that was there. He'd have to hit them all with this before anyone could react. His plan. Short the ignition system to stop the devices from detonating. The Mandalorian closed his eyes and focused. He couldn't slip here. He then spoke to the slaver, walking up next to Tamar with his hands up as well.

"You're right that the clock's ticking, but not for us!" Mig then unleashed a burst of Force Lightning, multiple forks arcing into different detonators and focused on the detonator's to fry the ignition systems. Mig unleashed just enough energy to disable to weapons.

[member="Tamar Fitz Kierke"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Ruus"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

Objective: 2
Tags: [member="Aditya Fitz Kierke"] @Adara Raxi [member="Auburn Sioda"] [member="Thror Cal Vorn"] [member="Kay Arenais"] [member="Kaine Australis"]

Smiling slightly at Adara's naive attitude, Adenn watched her walk along. When she gave the knife back to him, Adenn patted her affectionately and nodded to her before making his way to Aditya. Adenn wrapped an arm around her as she held him for the Keldabe Kiss, while he used the other hand to hold the knife away. It still had blood on it, and Adenn needed to clean it before putting it away. He noted her serious face, but he didn't know why she looked so serious.

While looking into Adityas eyes, Adenn felt himself being lost in them, even as he continued to listen as she spoke. When she was finished, Adenn spoke.
"Thank you c'yare." The smile was evident in his voice, he was also glad. "Of course we'll survive, we always do." Adenn pulled Aditya closer, one arm wrapped around her waist. Tilting his helmet back slightly, Adenn kissed her on the lips before letting his helmet slide back into place. "We always survive c'yare, don't worry about that cyar'ika."

Then he broke the kiss with her, but still kept an arm wrapped around her waist. Looking over everyone once more, Adenn sighed quietly to himself. Then he shook his head and let go of Aditya. Pulling out a rag, Adenn began cleaning the knife he was holding, but he remained next to Aditya. After a few moments he had the knife clean, so he put the rag and knife away. Smiling grimly to himself, Adenn wrapped an arm around Aditya's shoulder and observed everyone else as they spoke with one another.

 

[Ruus]

Objective 3: Locate Hidden Slaver Camps​

Location: Search Team, Carlac
Equipment

Spoiler

Mandalorian Guard Shield X X
WESTAR-35 Blaster Pistol X X
Mandalorian Guard Uniform (Captain) X
Mandalorian Guard Stun Baton X X
Steel Cuffs (x5)

Tag: [member='Mig Gred'] [member='Tamar Fitz Kierke'] [member='Kay Arenais']
Troops

Spoiler

Buirk'alor-Class Airspeeder (3/3)
Mandalorian Guard Officers (11/11)

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Ruus did not give the slaver a reaction when he showed off his detonator. It was a valid threat, and a good one. Ruus would not endanger the hostages further and as he was about to tell his companions to leave, and formulate a new plan, Mig attacked. The blood in Ruus' body chilled at the sight. Could he get all of the detonators? It did not seem possible, the obscured slavers with their explosives he would have thought to be immune to such actions. It didn't matter now, the deed was done. Mig Gred had decided he'd rather fight than regroup.

The Captain drew his blaster pistol and held his shield in front of himself "Up! Set to stun, stick close!" he barked. His comrades stood up and kept their shields in front of themselves while drawing their pistols, briskly walking forward in a tight formation. Blasters would have a tough time harming the formation as it was covered almost entirely by blaster resistant shields. The Guards had their WESTAR-35s set to Stun. Ruus fired the first shot, a tiny blue ring streaked across the open area between them and the campsite. The other guardsmen did the same and before long a steady barrage of stunning bolts emanated from the formation.

 

[Thror Cal Vorn]

Objective 2
Thror finished helping unload the cargo ship and looked around. The village was in bad shape he looked at a villager and asked what needed to be done. the villager told him that their power generator was acting up. He asked the man for directions and went to look for it. When he found it its was worse than he thought. I looked like it had decades of patch jobs on it, bandaids on bandaids. Sighing to himself he got to work. A few hours passed he was frustrated The locals were lucky the generator didnt blow up. He finally got to the root of the problem, a portion of the power regulator components had failed. He need to get the replacement parts. On his way back from getting the parts a boy no older than 12 was following him. He gave the boy a smile and continued on his way.

arriving back at the generator he go to work pulling out the burnt out components. With the upper half of his body in the machine he reached out to get the next component and knocked it on the ground. Cursing he started to wriggle his when he heard a voice.

"Dont move i got the part. Here you go." thror reached his hand back out and the part was in his hand. this when on until the job was done thror keeping his head inside the machine and the voice handing him parts. He wriggled his way out of the access panel and shut it. Turnip around he saw the boy from earlier with a smile on his face.

"Thanks for the help. Would you like to do the honors?"

the boy looked at him with a confused face. Thror pointed to the display. The boy walked over and turned the generator on. It hummed to life. Thror looked at the display to make sure everything was in order.

"What are those?" the boy asked pointing at the vong ears dangling from Thror's belts.

"Vong ears he said. Took them as trophies after defeating several vong warriors above Ord Cantrell."

The boys eyes widened in shock, the boy had heard of the vong. Thror and the boy sat and talked for a long time, he discovered the boys name was Kerrick, and that he was an orphan. Thror could sympathize with the lad himself having lost his parents.

" How do you become a Mandalorian?" Kerrick asked. Thror looked at the boy his face had an intense look.

"Why do you want to?" Thror asked.

"I want to fight." Was the reply

" That is not a decision to make lightly, being a mando is more than fighting, you must follow the Resol'nare." Thror the when on to explain the Six tennants of Mando Life.

Kerrick sat and Listened to Thror, a look of determination oh his face. Kerrick voiced his affirmation.

"Very well but you must tell you elders you are going to leave and explain to the why." As Thror said that Kerrick ran out of the building to go tell the elders Thror assumed.