Righteous In Wrath | Mandalorian Clans Dominion Of Ithor/Vanquo

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 4/25
Location: Er'Kt
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Allies: [member="Sabine Kurtass"] [member="Rhodessa"]
Enemies: Pirates, slavers
Gear: Lightsaber, Dathomiri witch robe

In an attempt to provide lighting for the scouts, as well as the battle droids in tow, she ignites her lightsaber while she casts the Force-alcohol spells from a distance. She would never suspect anything while she hides underneath a wall, much as she would snipe at enemies' livers, making their reserves of glycogen turn into alcohol. Once that happens, alcohol enters the target's bloodstream and they fall like flies. Man did it feel good to Cathul to be able to vent years of frustrations about listening to Mandalorian warriors' rants, problems and whatnot, to the risk of herself experiencing what her patients experienced. She knew very little about how to use the Force or how to use a lightsaber in combat so she does what she could: turn enemies into intoxicated corpses using their own glycogen reserves, fermented through the action of the Force. As for the taking of prisoners, she just couldn't do it unless she invoked the alcohol spells. Then and only then they will cower in fear.

"You see your fellow slaver here? You want to avoid being made drunk by some space witch roaming around here?"

"Sp-space witch? There is a space witch?" the pirate screamed in horror.

"Surrender and the space witch may spare your lives"

The truth was that there were three space witches in the area, two of which can actually use their "space magic", as they often called it. And often pirates livein fear of Force-users, that, in their world, they call space wizards. She can be made into a killing machine but, because it acts by fermenting the sugars in the body, Force-alcohol doesn't work on exhausted troops.

 

[Varien Moxla]

[02]
Ithorian Herdship.
[member="Kade Kelborn"] - [member="Mia Monroe"] - [member="Davon Karr"] - [member="Brent Warnel"]

After he had taken out the Chazrach slave soldier, he looked back into the direction that he had seen the civilians being dragged too. He immediately headed off after them, pulling both of the heavy blaster pistols out of the holsters on both of his thighs and just running through the thick of the trees as fast as he could. He went from side to side, dodging between the trees until he came upon the Ithorian Herdship and his amethyst gaze was already tracking the skirmish that was occurring.

He saw the concussion round blast away a group of hostiles that originated from Davon. He didn't wait to see what else happened as he engaged the Chazrach slave soldiers.

His heavy blaster pistols fired bolt after bolt into the chazrach soldiers. Whenever he was in combat, he felt as if things slowed down as he moved faster. A subconscious application of Force speed, though he didn't process it as that. Simply that he himself was faster than those he shot at her. Much faster.

He dodged a returned shot and joined the Mandalorians in the fray!

 

[Darth Banshee]

Post: 9/25
Location: Er'Kt
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Gear: Lightsaber staff, Light Phrik Weave and sith healing amulet

She and her scouts where using stealth as they rushed into the town, they head stright to city center. This was where she hoped the pirates would begin to rally, they slipped firefights in order to make progress. She wanted to get behind the lines, so it would become a donut effect, and she would be the jam in the middle. This was going to happen as one side, they had scouts forming lines, and fighting them. Then on other side they had her apprentice, coming in some scouts and a legion droids. She would be in the middle meaning no matter what they had there back to someone. It did not take too long to get to center, they had already set up command base. Though it was rudimentary, she stopped and looked at it.

They mainly used overturned speeders as cover, they had some people setting up heavy blasters up to repulse her troops, and some lay down mines. They working fast like there lives depended on it, she had to do same. She had to make her move, and she would have to do it soon.

 

[Malcolm Dusque]

Location: Vanquo
Allies: Vod, [member="Ronan Vizsla"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Bloodshot"], [member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Mirshko Betna"], [member="Kima Betna"]
Enemies: Pirates
Objective: Piradication
Post: 2

The pirates on Malcolm's extreme of the battle line slackened off just as his pistols emptied. He had reloads for them, but also saw a battle rifle lying on the ground. He holstered the pistols, then scooped up the rifle and ducked behind a piece of cover to look it over. Once he was sure it wasn't some sort of smart rifle, encoded to someone, he popped back up and sought an enemy. Mandalorian aerospace craft was zooming around overhead, but Malcolm wasn't able to spare much thought to them. He noticed the pirates were seeming to concentrate on the center of the line. He didn't think they had the numbers or firepower to break the center, but they probably didn't have the tactical knowledge to undertake a flanking action and try to roll the line.

Malcolm was free of engagement at the moment. He smiled and began to move towards the pirate flank in an elliptical fashion. He was aiming to take up a position where he'd be able to sow confusion among the pirates and let Clan Viszla move on past them.

Malcolm moved from point of cover to point of cover. The act of doing so was still a bit foreign to him, where he grew up, cover was something installed for the purpose and at regular intervals. This was more irregular, and consisted of natural terrain features.

Trouble didn't come until Malcolm slid into a piece of cover created by a large boulder. He slid in behind the boulder and waited a three count to see if the sounds of bolts or bullets hit the boulder behind him. When he stood and looked around the other side of the boulder, however, there were five pirates with pistols leveled at him. Malcolm needed a split second decision. He must have come across a party trying to flank the Mandalorian line, or guard against the flanking maneuver Malcolm was performing. They were armed with pistols, three with one pistol each and the remaining two with dual pistols. They weren't really wearing any armor aside from padded shirts and pants that looked kind of ratty. Pirate life always seemed to attract people with low levels of personal hygiene.

Security personnel on the generational ship he'd grown up on were trained to fall back to cover and trade fire from a safe locale. It would have taken longer, but it was undeniably safer. Malcolm was trained by security personnel on his old ship, but he'd spent the last three years living, working, and training with Mandalorians, and they did things a bit differently.

With little thought to the actions, working almost purely on muscle memory and instinct, Malcolm fired a burst of shots from the battle rifle, hitting one of the two dual wielders in the neck and upper chest with a stitch of green blaster bolts. The man didn't so much fall as burst apart, raining gore on the two people nearest him as Malcolm pivoted slightly, let go another burst, then shoulder rolled into their midst. The second burst took out the arm of one of the single wielders, then the remaining three began firing at where he had been. A few bolts scored his long coat, but nothing solidly hit him. He came up next to the second dual wielder, the rifle butt leading the way into the woman's abdomen, doubling her over at the same time that Malcolm pulled the trigger, hitting nothing but dirt, but obscuring the vision of one of the other pirates. Malcolm looped the strap of the rifle around the neck of the woman he had doubled over, then wrenched it and her around to face the last pirate. The woman went flying into the last one, snapping the strap off the rifle in the process. Malcolm shot through both of them, then ducked and rolled backwards. Blaster bolts from the pirate he had blinded previously hit around him as he rolled backwards into the guy's legs, knocking him over.

Malcolm turned and dropped his elbow into the man's throat, then stood up and shot him in the head before diving back into cover. Four of the pirates were dead, and one had an arm in a mangled wreck and was writhing on the ground. Malcolm waited a minute to catch his breath, but he didn't hear anything except the moaning of the mangled man. He took the time to reload his pistols, then checked the rifles load again. He was half gone on the rifle load, so he was good to move on.

 

[Dariak Talesa]

Location: Vanquo
Post: 1/25
Objective: Eliminate Pirates
Allies: [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Lorsima Gratiir"] | @Bloodshot




As the battle raged on above and around Dariak he watched from the dense jungle without so much as moving. His eight-man squad had landed on the opposite side of the Mandalorian assault with the purpose of providing both a domineering eye of the battleground and a rapid deployment force. From his position he could see a heavy weapon emplacement raining blaster bolts on the Mandalorian positions in a futile attempt to stall and suppress. With a slow hand signal he ordered his warriors to advance up the tree covered slope towards the rocky outcrop where the pirates had set up a heavy repeater nest.

Their steps were methodically slow so they wouldn't snag a twig or give away their position prematurely before they could get into a more comfortable place to fire. Without military training the pirates had left the slope leading up to their location unguarded and unmined meaning that Dariak's section simply crept up to the nest where they could see the three operators; a gunner, loader and spotter. The weapon fired with a great hum of 'wompf wompf wompf' as the heavy bolts left the muzzle.

In seconds the warriors of Rikat sprang into action. Dariak brought his rifle up and double-tapped the trigger to send a duo of green bolts into the spotter's back while his men took care of the remaining two pirates. With the gun secured Dariak huffed into his helmet. "Corporal. Take the section and form a semi-circle around this position in the woods. Leave two men with me."

He wasn't keen on replaying the mistake the brigands had made by leaving their access route so undefended. The two warriors Dariak had requested soon replaced the pirates on the large weapon as Dariak pulled his helmet's magnifier over his visor. "Talesa to all command elements. We've managed to take a gun position at the pirates' rearguard. We'll try to take out targets of opportunity but if you have something pinning you down, sound off."

 

[Briika Munin]

Bacta Talks
Mother Ithor
(3)
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When the introductions were over, [member="Faith Organa"] took the initiative to have the delegations all sit down to discuss matters in her gracious way. The blonde baar'ur followed suit and took a seat on the other side of the Princess and her Mandalorian escort, [member="Draco Vereen"], setting her buy'ce atop her lap in a thoughtful manner. Briika would listen, support, and be available to add to the conversation as needed, but she'd already pretty much told them what MandalMedical and the Medical Corps were looking to achieve here this day.

And listen she did to the first volley. Well that went swimmingly swell… not, Bree thought amusingly so, though it wasn't really funny.

The Mandalorian Clans desperately needed the bacta production and if the Ithorians didn't at least try and comply most likely they'd be forced to. And that in itself, would be a travesty. She knew there was some solution, but what the farmer/medic did not know. Briika was a compassionate, knowledgable person, but this diplomacy was not her forte. Give her a patient bleeding out, someone dying and in need of comfort, or a stubborn tractor engine not working… but persuading another culture to do what you wanted, now that would take a special gift. Hopefully Ambassador Organa had it.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 5/25
Location: Er'Kt
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Allies: [member="Sabine Kurtass"] [member="Rhodessa"]
Enemies: Pirates, slavers
Gear: Lightsaber, Dathomiri witch robe

An overturned speeder was blasted away by the enemy soldiers' own negligence, using heavy blasters, on which she still fired that alcohol spell she had been using from the very beginning. But she realized that one of them wasn't intoxicated after the spell was cast, in which case she knew it would be useless to cast it again. Must have exhausted its glycogen reserves, she thought. And the shards of that overturned speeder her master has been using for cover are flying way too fast for her to evade, given her lack of agility. But luckily she didn't receive the largest shards. She realizes that she received a scratch due to the shard flying over her belly, which is now exposed. Plus one of the captured slaves shoved her out of the way.

"I can still fight just fine, just that these shards tore at my witch robe"

"Just take cover, space witch: your spells are more useful from a distance than up close" one of the slaves told Cathul.

"Roger, but how do you know it's my magic working at a distance?"

 

[Faith Organa]

Objective: Bacta
[member="Draco Vereen"] / [member="Briika Tor"]
Post 4

Faith watched the eyes of the Elders, and their Prophet as Draco spoke she could feel Briika next to her waiting to help at any moment the opportunity came to discuss all the reasons they needed bacta.

"I know your the expansive jungles of Ithor are considered to be sacred. I have been told that there is a beauty to behold on any given day on Ithor. The flor includes the dense n'lor trees, the carnivours johinuu trees, as well as a variety of green and rust-hued bushes, and carpets of blue and pink edible fungi. The fauna has rare and deadly molsume, and the toscwon. I would love to see them all to experience what you see there."

Faith picked up a glass of water taking a drink all eyes on her as they waited, was she going to say something else. of course but she needed time to gather her thoughts.

"It is not often that an opportunity is given to help save a life. I assume you are concerned about what would happen to your home."

A deep breath, "We are in a fight with the Sith their numbers are growing and their ferocity in killing is slowly becoming legend. My own home was occupied by the Sith and changed by them to meet their purposes. It was horrible, and I hated seeing my home like that. You don't want to see your home like that."

The Elders nodded in agreement no they did not, and they were not fond of the Sith either. "Ambassador Organa, surely you can understand the concern. Ithor does not wish to be part of a war, nor do we wish to lose our home, our most precious and holy mother."

Faith nodded, "I understand only too well. The Clans of Mandalore can offer you their protection without taking anything away from you in how you govern yourselves. My mother remains Queen and rules as she sees fit. But to keep fighting the Sith they must have bacta for the warriors who fight. Is there not any part of the Mother Jungle that can be tested to see if it is even possible to do this?"

She kept watching, some were questioning, others were still adamant No. Great.."Briika Tor, can you explain to the Council exactly what the bacta is used for" Perhaps they needed to know the number of warriors, children, mothers, and others who benefitted from this.

 

[Brent Warnel]

Post 2
Allies: [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Varien Moxla"]
Enemies: Vong


The others engaged the Vong all quickly and without hesitation. Mia went hand to hand with a warrior, and Davon was in the midst of dodging out of the way of Vong razer bugs. Those things were a menace, but Davon made quick work of them as he launched a grenade towards the two large beasts lumbering in the back of the fight. The explosion sent a small shockwave out, but the blast itself did little harm to the creature that Brent could see. He was in the midst of advancing towards the big beast when a Vong warrior swept towards him with incredible speed.

His rifle was up and spat out at least half a dozen rounds that did no apparent damage before the warrior was in close and was striking the weapon from Brent's hands with a quick swipe of an amphistaff. It then reversed it's momentum from the swing and lashed out with a vicious low kick that swept Brent off his feet and landed him on his back hard. Before the Vong could follow up Brent was rolling over onto his back and quickly got up to his feet. When he glanced back at the Vong it was waiting for him; it had let him get up. Great.

He pulled out both of his close quarter knives, his AKraB in his left and his Trench knife in his right. The Vong waded in faster then Brent could possibly imagine; keeping up with it in speed alone was going to be near impossible. But if it was over-confident, he could still catch it by surprise. He got into a fighting stance that left his midsection slightly open for a quick jab, and hoped the Vong would take the bait, thinking him a novice or scared. It took the bait and jabbed it's amphistaff straight towards his stomach and he swept it's arm out to the side with his left hand and moved in close for a strike with his right. He jabbed hard against the Vong but his blade just bit into it's armor and slid off to the side, throwing him off balance, and in return he got another hard strike against his midsection, which he was expecting. The amphistaff came down and hit his left side hard enough to leave a small dent in his armor, but as the Vong went to pull back Brent was already dropping his other knife and grabbing the Vong's wrist with his crushgaunts.

He might not have been as fast as the Vong warrior, but he was a big man, and with the crushgaunts he became stronger than any normal human should have been. Strong enough to keep the other warrior's arm inert and at his command. The Vong clearly wasn't expecting that, and Brent pulled the others arm close to his waist hard, throwing the warrior off balance. At the same time he swept his right elbow across the Vong's face and hit him with everything he had. He followed the elbow through and past the Vong's head and quickly reversed his momentum and got the warrior into a standing guillotine choke.

With a grunt and all the strength he could muster, he cracked the armor on the Vong's wrist and crushed the wrist beneath; but the Vong didn't cry out, it just delivered blow after blow with it's free arm into Brent's midsection. The amphistaff tried to bite Brent through his armor, but it wasn't strong enough, so it slithered across it's masters body and went to the opposite side where the Vong's hand and arm were still free. Knowing the staff could still deliver a strike that might incapacitate him, Brent let the Vong go from his headlock and while the Vong was focused on gripping his amphistaff and getting its head back up into a proper position Brent pulled the warrior towards him violently, feeling the bones of its wrist grate under the skin. The warrior was in the midst of delivering a jab with the amphistaff but as Brent pulled it off balance the blow left a furrow across his armor but did no damage. As he got back in close again he grabbed hold of it's neck with his right hand and physically lifted the Vong off the ground and slammed it as hard as he could back down into the earth.

He used all the strength he could muster as the warrior squirmed beneath him and yelled a war cry and crushed the Vong's neck beneath him. As the warrior went limp he released it and got back up and sheathed both his swords and searched for his rifle. He found it and shouldered the weapon, knowing he needed to get back into the fight and help with the two beasts that were almost upon them.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

V A N Q U O​

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[member="Dariak Talesa"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Bloodshot"]​

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"Kark," Ra whispered under his breath.​

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Munin's forces hit the head of the valley first, Ra watched as he was layed low by yet another turret blast originating from the side of the valley wall. The Vizslas' faced a greater flank, not one of their soldiers could doubt that - but they also had a larger contingent of forces than the Munin clan. There was no excuse - the Alor of Clan Munin had sought greater honor this day, and it seemed it could now be found within his grasp. With the last of the pirates at the base of the valley destroyed, Ra began to make his way up the hill to join the Munin Clan.

His comm beeped, one of his soldiers had gotten a hold of Bloodshot.

"Join us by the entrance to the mines, Bloodshot. We've got recon that they're fortifying and we're reassembling for the second wave."

The Second Wave. Ra knew its dangers. This would always be the fate of breaking a war, of allowing your enemy to fortify. Still, they would have to abandon their Bes'uliik in the treacherous narrow tunnels of the Mines, and would need more men. The Clans hadn't fully assembled and were still trickling in, they would need to regroup.

Ra removed his helmet, leading his troops up to Clan Munin.

"We'll need to abandon our mounts to pursue them into the mines," Ra spoke. He looked like he smelled poodoo, obviously perturbed that they had lost the competition to Clan Munin.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Mother Ithor
[member="Briika Tor"] [member="Faith Organa"]
[Post 5]

Draco leaned back in his chair, letting Faith take the reigns, she was far more skilled in such matters anyway. The Ithorians were reacting as to be expected, however they were wary. Having Faith speak about ensuring they keep their homes and their culture was helpful, at least taking the edge off their minds for now. Draco could sense they were a little more at ease after she told them they weren't being conquered.

The Prophet spoke again, "We understand the Mandalorians' need for bacta, but we are uncomfortable with allowing the Vratix to claim our world from us in order to for them to get rich while we are forced away and left begging for scraps when the Mother Jungle would normally be able to provide all we need."

Draco cocked an eyebrow. They were very worried the Thyferrans, the Vratix who produced bacta would force them out down the road of whatever deal was made. That would be very difficult to sell then. "Well, what about the concept of an alternative?" Draco asked. The jungle was enormous with millions of species and plant life, certainly there existed something with medicinal value.

"Possibly, but we would need time and technology we lack to test such an alternative, like kolto or bacta." That would likely be where Briika's medical expertise would be of some use, and Faith could build off what they discussed and found and work out a decent deal for the Ithorians while ensuring they provided for the Mandalorians.

 

[Sal Katarn]

A grenade from [member="Mia Monroe"] quickly followed [member="Davon Karr"]'s concussion blast. Chazrach slave soldiers went flying, bodies broken. Disoriented or dead, a good chunk of them were out of the fight. Kade did not concern himself with the thralls. They would break only when the war beasts fell.

He noted an unknown figure break from the cover of foliage to engage the Yuuzhan Vong. The warrior wielded blaster pistols, firing them again and again, fearless for his own safety. One of the Vagh Rodiek turned toward the newcomer, then began to scuttle across the ground toward him.

Kelborn's heart pounded at the sight of the foul creature. The head looked Rodian, but nothing else was remotely the same. In place of arms it had enormous scythes, with a crab carapace and four spiking legs. Perversions. Experiments. Kade imagined his wife and children warped by the Vong in such a manner. The thought set drums of rage pounding in his temples, followed by the roar of blood.

"Jet."

Flames roared out. Kade flew into the air, kama flapping behind him. He held out one arm and fired a mini-rocket from his wrist via voice command. The rocket spiraled out, white contrail trailing behind, slamming into the side of the war beast in a small yellow-orange explosion. The Vagh Rodiek listed sideways slightly, shell barely damaged, continuing to scuttle straight toward [member="Varien Moxla"].

The ground rushed up to meet Kade, he readied himself to cut off the jets. Something buzzed through the air, a small, dark shape. It struck him full in the chest, robbing him of breath and turning landing into gasping fall. He crashed hard into the earth, rolling until he came to rest on his back.

[member="Brent Warnel"]

 

[Varien Moxla]

[03]
Ithorian Herdship.
[member="Kade Kelborn"] - [member="Davon Karr"] - [member="Mia Monroe"] - [member="Brent Warnel"]

There were plenty of Chazrach Slave Soldiers for all to have.

What would've been an accomplishment was fighting one of those Yuuzhan Vong Warriors. Unfortunately, he didn't have the weapons necessary to actually fight them. He was glad that they ignored him for the most part. Their lack of a presence within the Force was unnerving, not that he could particularly sense anything. Or knew that he was.

Usually he just thought it was a sixth sense.

From the corner of his eye he spotted the Vagh Rodiek coming towards him, but he hadn't realized what it was at first, so he fired a single shot at it. He knew the bolt hit, but it kept on coming. Swinging his head around to look at it completely, his eyes widened when he saw the beast and he immediately started backing up as he unloaded with both blaster pistols upon the beast. Shots splashed all over it's upper chest, if you could call it that and it's head.

Almost all of his shots were precise. Whether the Force was helping with that or not, he had learned how to hold a blaster before he had ever used a real lightsabre. And that had only been once.

He gulped as the beast kept coming, but he shook his head and went straight for it instead. He convinced himself that the closer he was, the faster he could put out damage. If he was closer, the blaster bolts would hit sooner, and a smaller chance for the random miss that happened every now and then.

It slowed when it was struck in the head consecutively in the head, but it kept coming and then it swung at him with one of those scythes for an arm, but he tucked and rolled underneath it and fired into it's under side as he rolled past it.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

VANQUO​

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Post Four​

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[member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Dariak Talesa"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]​

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"Karking join you!?" Bloodshot shouted through his helmet as he stepped over the pile of bodies he'd put together in front of the entrance to greet his brethren.

"I've been waiting here for ages! You missed some truly glorious violence, Ra." Both his armor and the axe he held were stained with half a dozen different shades of blood and ichor, though he hardly seemed to notice.

"I don't know where these reports of yours are coming from, but anyone who got past me is still inside. Now..." He glanced around as though looking for something. "Where the krif did my Bes'uliik get off to?"

He reached to his gauntlet and hit the call button, then was jolted forward to land flat on his face at Ra's feet when the pile of bodies he'd been standing on virtually exploded upward, the bes'uliik climbing into the sky from underneath only to bank around hard and come to rest right next to where Bloodshot had fallen. He spun quickly to his feet, as unfazed by the lack of a dignified dismount from the pile as he had been by the blood still clinging to him. "Found it. Well then..." He turned to face Ra.

"Who goes first? Do you go first? Do I go first? He pointed at a Vizsla warrior behind Ra. "Does he go first?"

 

[Dariak Talesa]

Location: Vanquo
Post: 2/25
Objective: Eliminate Pirates
Allies: Ra Vizsla | Vilaz Munin | Lorsima Gratiir | [member="Bloodshot"]


From his vantage point Dariak could see most of the battlefield apart from what was concealed by the surrounding trees and rocky outcrops. While he wanted nothing more than to wade in with his troops to engage the enemy in glorious close combat to please both his personal honour and Kad Ha'rangir the Destroyer he knew that a watchful eye could turn the tide of a battle far more than a few extra guns could. So he waited patiently without firing a single shot so his position remained unknown. The scouts with him were calm and restful as they watched the landscape for enemy forces.

Something in the distance caught Dariak's magnified gaze as he swept it across the eastern sector from the pirate camp. He spotted men and women setting up long tubes on square bases and others carrying ammunition pouches. Just south of them was at least two platoons of pirates sauntering up towards the camp. Dariak chimed into the comm as he sighed out. "Command elements this is Talesa. Eyes on enemy mortar teams setting up east of your location. Plus times two enemy platoons south-east of your location. Out of range of our small arms but we have a light mortar and a heavy repeating blaster. The latter courtesy of some unaware pirates. We can suppress but you'll have to make the close-in and kill action."

 

[Funky Balor]

Null​

Post the fourth



Well, that was karking brilliant. A Spider-monster thing the size of a small house. His men took cover and started basting. While the Kitonak simply stood with the spear held aloft, watching as the multiple bolts of blaster fire accomplished nothing. This was a mess of the highest order. Still, the humble, slow Mando'ade stood and waited. The snarling beast seemed to stalk around him, searching for some weak point, aiming for something to exploit and attack. It picked up one of the other men, aiming to tear him in two.



The Goran of Balor stopped waiting. A single fling of the spear hit the thing squarely in the back. "Naritir. KAYSH. DAAB!" <Put. HIM. DOWN!!> Funky bellowed, the spear through the monster's back causing it to drop his Vod as it turned around and snarled and now stern man before him. Funky was always jolly, always telling a tale. Right up until you threatened his clan. Right up until you endangered a family member. Then, it was blood, just as much as it was glory.



The spider thing lunged toward Funky, clawed limbs attempted to grab the short Mando'ade. He smirked, ducking under the lunged, punching the thing in the abdomen twice. A worthless, move, given how armored it was, but it scurried away faster than he could reacted and swatted at him, throwing him across the antechamber. He rolled with the blow, landing on his knees, spitting out blood as more vod swung, striking it with there blades scuffing the thing, but nothing, even their own Beskar seeming to bring lasting damage. The kitonak roared, piking up a chair and aiming it straight a the bastard's head with a throw. Right in it's snarling mouth. "Epar Ipac!" <Eat that!> he spat, whipping his arms up in a boxing-like posture. He had one shot. He had to take it. He to try out [member="Draco Vereen"]'s latest trick. Well, with a minor modification. The ponderous Mando nodded. "Back away, Vod. Ibic aru'e cuyir pal'vut <This enemy is mine.>" The other, younger vod obeyed the order, wondering what the glory-singer would try to do here.



The Orar'ragr was arguably one of Draco Vereen's more ambitious projects. It used molecular compression to develop a special type of telescoping body. Normally it would appear no more than a rather oddly-shape spear head. But, when activated, it readily became a full-length war-spear and then some. It held chambers for ammunition, which could be anything from normal slugs to the infamous "coin" shot used by certain big-game hunters. Funky hadn't loaded it. What he had done, was wrapped a little fishing line around the trigger.



Funky smirked as he twirled the blade in his hand. "K'olar, gar jari'eyc vheh'ad, <Come 'ere, you ugly animal>," he practically ordered, doing his best to look wounded enough for this supposed predator to lunge at him. He had one chance. One really, really stupid chance. And if it worked, he'd owe Draco Vereen a drink. Feth, he'd owe that maniac a whole damn barrel.

 

[Darth Banshee]

Post: 10/25
Location: Er'Kt
Allies: [member="Cathul Thuku"]
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Gear: Lightsaber staff, Light Phrik Weave and sith healing amulet

She watched them setting up, they seemed to have left a corridor for themselves, in the minefield. She signaled to scouts to follow her, by gesturing with her hand. It was weird she made an armour, where they could see her but she could not see them, nor could they see each other. She moved slowly past the pirates who guard the area, and took note of the equipment. Once inside the compound, she began to move toward the head quarters.

It was little more than few guys on holo receiver, trying to work out what was going on, and who was where. She then gave the signal her troops dropped there stealth fields, and then pointed blasters at them. They did not open fire, as that would make them some one hate her a later date. The sith code was uncompromising, and very fine line for true power it could wield for any being. She then stopped using the force to cloak herself, and then gave them an order Lay down your arms and surrender, and you will be treated more favourably. Her voice had no emotion in it, she wanted them to fear her. Her Violet lightsaber staff, buzzed into life as she gave the command. They turned to holo receivers and started giving orders, for there men to stand down. Most would obey, but not all.

 

[Kima Betna]

Location: Vanquo - Mine entrance
Objective: Destroy Pirates
Allies: [member="Ronan Vizsla"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Bloodshot"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]

The fighting since her last tussle had been sporadic at best, most of the fighting outside having wrapped up entirely. Now, it was simply the mines themselves that needed to be cleared. Thankfully, she'd saved herself a long trek by foot with the help of another warrior. His clan markings were hard to determine from the dirt and blood covering his armor, but she was thankful nonetheless for the ride.

She took the short time period to try and clear most of the dried blood from her visor with a scrap of cloth cut from one of the battlefield casualties. Partially successful, Kima shrugged and tossed the scrap away as they landed, the mine entrance clearly visible ahead. A quick wave of thanks to the bes'uliik-mounted warrior and she was off, armored boots carrying her ahead in a steady lope. She passed groups of warriors as they prepared to assault the mines. Most were in the livery of Clan Munin or Clan Vizsla, but handfuls of other clans were visible among the throng.

With so much of the two clans she knew that the Alore of both would be nearby or already in the assault. Perhaps the Mand'alor himself was already in the fray. The thought brought a grin to her face. They couldn't lose this fight, the fates had already revealed themselves.

The entrance loomed up and Kima entered. The fighting wasn't over yet.

 

[Davon Karr]

Location: Ithorian Herdship
[member="Varien Moxla"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Davon Karr"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Mia Monroe"]

Scattergun shells has negligible effect on the massive monstrosity borne of rodian DNA. Even heavy blasters seemed to do little more than aggravate it.

Instead Davon painted it with his targeting laser." Command, can we get air support?"

"Negative, you have Yuuzhan vong armor - fire breathers - inbound. Nothing short of a torpedo will stop them."

"Acknowledged. We are not equipped for this encounter. Davon out."

"Rocket troops will support when possible. We're having trouble convincing the Ithorian to let us land more. Command out."

Davon swore. He drew his beskad. A scythe around the same size as him snapped through the air and almost caught him. He could see the other one heading for Moxla and Kelborn. In return Davon sliced twice at the nearest leg, hacking great chunks of chitinous armour away. The rest of his group could safely fire at the torso over his head whilst he kept it busy. The problem was that whilst his power armour could keep him chipping away he was one misstep from being carved in two.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Post: 6/25
Location: Er'Kt
Objective: Locate and destroy Pirate/slaver base
Allies: [member="Sabine Kurtass"] [member="Rhodessa"]
Enemies: Pirates, slavers
Gear: Lightsaber, Dathomiri witch robe

Cathul knew by now that she needed a new beskar'gam once she returns from Er'kt regardless of what happens next, so long as she survives. Now that she had a load of prisoners, the one who couldn't be intoxicated to death, yet played dead, came to Cathul begging for mercy. One more prisoner who couldn't fight for very long. That prisoner was the only left that didn't either die or become a prisoner previously in Cathul's immediate vicinity. He realized, in horror, that all the slaves and their wardens were either captured or killed. While the droids in Cathul's general area pass the handcuffs to all too many surviving pirates, that pirate knelt in front of Cathul while the compound around him was burning and awash in blood. And Cathul's master was somewhere in the middle of this huge mess that they brought upon themselves. And, even though she was normally a baat'kaysh, she had to fight thanks to her new master wanting to make a Sith Marauder or something like that. Or perhaps a Sith Assassin. One thing is for sure: being a Sith Marauder, or whatever subclass they have, is not what she is about.

"You should know better than to incur the wrath of space witches!"

"Please, space witch, I'll surrender: give me your conditions!" the intoxicated pirate stated.

"You will stand trial on Mandalore under the charge of piracy, you will respect the Mandalorian conditions of detention while you await trial"

"What is the meaning of this?"

"You're under arrest: you may keep quiet. Anything you may say may be retained against you. If you do not have a lawyer, the courts will assign you one"