The Clash of Bone and Sinew. (Mandalorian Dominion of Ord Mantell)

[Gilamar Skirata]

Gilamar stood with Hobbes, above the console which powered the AA guns. Troopers dead around him. Lowering his shotgun on its sling he typed furiously at the console. A satisfying hum signaled that the guns had gone offline. A satisfied grunt and a sigh as he leaned against his war beast and a quick jump and he was back in the seat of his beast.

It was time to blow this tacos stand.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Ashin Varanin"], [member="Josiah Denko"]

"Aww, you flatter me, Varanin," Siobhan said with false modesty - all too transparently so. She was many things, but could not be described as humble by any stretch of the imagination. But then wripping a freighter-sized tentacle off from a sky-scraper sized Lotek'k and using it as a spear to plunge it right its through its eye - and then ram it through its skull so that it burst out on the other end - would do that to you.

"Wrecking things with your mind has its charms. I like things straightforward. Solves problems," she spoke before Josiah unleashed his wall. As for the boltgun it kept firing. Telekinetic reloading made the magazine leap into place once the one in it was spent and similarly exited. That meant a continuous salvoe of explosive bolts that made good out of the weapon's otherwise low rate of fire. Needless to say this was terribly bad for Sith troopers. One wondered why these unfortunate goons could not find a better job, for the life of a simple goon of a dead regime is often short, brutal and unfilfilling.

As Josiah clashed with the Sith ahead she disengaged from there. From an adjourning corridor battle droids came marching through, spewing out laser fire. A chunk of wall torn was hurtled towards them with battering ramming force to crash into them. Electricity cackled across her free hand, then a purple arc of ionised energy shot towards them, leaping from machine to machine, frying them. Those left from getting a big piece of wall beaten against them would experience a severe case of electrocution. Siobhan had probably only about three offensive force powers, but was highly specialised. Of course, that had its downsides but in this case it did what it should: cause mayhem.

 

[Pa'Kar Sang]

Mere minutes after the assault Jaden was found sitting on the medical cot in the infirmary, dead imperials all around him. Kolcta was smeared around his leg and he was hooked up to three bacta dispensers. "Pew pew pew. Bkahhgghh"
He seemed to be imitating starfighter combat.

 

[Captain Larraq]

Larraq needed fresh air. And he needed to clear his head. Oh god, did he need to clear his head. Pinching the bridge of his nose with one hand and holding a smouldering cigarette in the other, Larraq decided to get the sheb out of his office and go do something. Hopefully the smell of those shebbing flowers would be gone by the time he returned.

Patting Talyn on the head and wishing him luck, Larraq made his way to his shuttle. He would take a quick visit to Ord Mantell and see what was going on there in person.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Ashin limped forward, dug in her foot, and leaped through a gap in Sio's lightning -- and the wall behind it, where the chaos goddess had ripped out a chunk. She soared into the darkness and landed heavily, yellow lightsabre raised.

Sith lightning slammed into her blade. She set her feet, or tried, but her right knee buckled under her. She fell to that knee, sabre still upraised across her face, holding back a torrent of really impressive electricity.

"Think we need a Chaos goddess in here!" she roared back over her shoulder.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

Lightning. Lightning fething everywhere. Not from Siobhan for a change.


She reeled under the salvoes of powerful lightning that came arcing through the air as she leapt down, presumably attracted to all the bionic parts she had. She grit her teeth at the pressure, her armour withholding the most of it, keeping her bionic limbs from getting fried for a change. Foolishly she had decided to forego wearing a helmet, the blast burnt across her cheek and her bionic eye flashed, electrical jolts shooting through her before her blue lightsabre leapt into existence, the lightning coiling around the blade like a snake as she stood her ground against the arc of electricity.


A dark smile curved her lips, then she let it all out - pain just charged her up, like a river she swam in. Aphotic energy rippled across her gloved hand as she balled it into a fist as she reached out with the Force and absorbed a ridiculously high amount of force energy then she unleashed it all, sending said wave sweeping across the room towards the Sith. To hit them with the velocity of a speeder collision as she dragged it across them, with the intent to crush them as the blast of kinetic energy should send them crashing through the walls that lay ahead of them and break bones as they should fly like ragdolls. No subtlety, little refinement, pure battering ramming force that should impact upon them like an invisible, latter-day Mjoellnir. There were a number of areas in the Force where Siobhan was lacking, being perhaps hyperspecialised, lacking even the simplest healing ability. There was an area where she excelled at - carnage at range, as evidenced when she dragged the shockwave across the room against their opposition to engulf them as she embraced the calm fury that gave her fuel. Eye in the hurricane, as Tempest had called it.


The boltgun leapt to life, her lightsabre remaining in her other hand, and spewed out explosive death as bolts were thunked out with a dull crack, exploding on impact. A Sith still blasting salvoes of lightning found himself suddenly gripped by an invisible hand, his throat held by those powerful mind pincers, and hurled through the air to be bashed against a scorched and mauled wall. Repeatedly. Till it crashed against him and buried him. Somewhere in the abyss Illyria was well pleased and watched with glee.


Siobhan briefly ceased her assault as she took a breath, then ejected the magazine of the bolter, quickly reloading.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

There was a string of explosions, followed by Preliat bringing out a man whom everyone called Jimbo. Preliat laid him at his feet, forcing the man to his knees, and then brought his head to the ground. Raising his Beskad into the air, Preliat swung the Beskad downwards, slicing off the man's head. Blood began to flow from his open wound, before Preliat grasped the man's head, and lifted it high into the air, showing his men and the few prisoners that they had taken of their victory.


"KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!"

There was no mercy to the prisoners.

No one was spared.

There were no survivors. There was only retribution and vengeance. Death came to them. Pummels of fists, swinging of blades, the rifle butts savagely beating them in. Preliat's men were savage, like him. Ruthless, efficient, and savage in nature. And they showed no mercy. Blood flowed.

And Preliat smiled, holding the head high on the ruined AA emplacements, before tossing it aside after the blood had drained down from it.

 

[sabrina]

As sabrina waited for [member="Ordo"] reply, a message came up from ord mantall. This is the planetary Governor, we surrender, please stop, I repeat we surrender. Sabrina looked ordo, was he man mercy, who would accept peaceful surrender, or would he lets troops have their fill of blood.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

The pirates' treasure vault fell silent, and Ember stepped over the bodies to crack the lockboxes. A low whistle escaped him as he tossed [member="Isley Verd"] a Corusca gem the size of his thumb. He held another up to the light, and a Durindfire with it. "Genuine, near as I can tell. Gems, that's how to move money, no traces. Very nice gems. Looks like we've got a few sapphires in here, a Solari or two, a little aurodium, some stuff I don't recognize, even a Roonstone...been a while since I've seen one of those. This is waaay too good for a pirate crew this size. I'm betting the bulk of the fleet was elsewhere. We missed'em or got lucky, hitting this place while they're away."

He pocketed a handful of gems. "And holy feth, this looks like a genuine...yeah, this is legit. Make myself a nice new sabre. Lost my last one to a Fringe High Councilor while busting a Jedi Master on Keskin. Worth it, though. Jedi netted me a million."

 

[Darth Metus]

A low whistle escaped the Mandalorian's lips as he caught the gem. Holding it up to the light, Isley took a moment to inspect the rather valuable crystal and grinned from behind his helmet. "This is a damn fine prize." he said, slipping the gem into his utility belt. "Let's take the lot. We can load up Cin with it and split the treasure when we get back." With that said, Isley reached out with the Force and focused upon the treasure before his eyes. With a grunt of effort, he hoisted the strong boxes into the air telekinetically and began to ferry them out. A second whistle signaled his War Droid to return to his side, and Isley began the laborious process of loading up it's cargo slots with priceless treasures. "Might make a new saber myself. Been handing out mine like candy to my kids, y'know?"

[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Isley Verd"]

Ember grunted as he hefted a copious quantity of strongboxes. "I remember the feeling. I'm thinking...beskar, long handle, waterproof, training mode...and if I can make it without dimetris circuits, I will be well pleased with myself. Probably cost a pretty penny, though."

He headed off toward the Basilisk, and closed the vault door behind them.

Exeunt.

 

[Darth Metus]

"Sounds like you'll be calling up Ordo for a favor, eh?" joked the Mandalorian as he turned his attention to the boxes carried out by his in-law. "And that sounds like quite the saber. Be sure to give it a good name, you here?" Squatting momentarily, Isleh hoisted one of the boxes over to Cin and began to load up the contents. The jingling of gems sliding as a cascade of brilliance filled the corridor as he worked; and excitement pumped through his veins. "Omitting that Dimetris Circuit is quite the touch. Might try that with my own...and pretty Penny? Bah. You've got enough here to craft ten thousand sabers and put your grandchild through university...Now as for me, a solid chunk of these are going to the Templars. Force knows we could use some decent crystals. The rest...I think a necklace for my sweetheart would do nicely, don't you?"

[member="Ember Rekali"].

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Isley Verd"]

"I've rarely named my blades," Ember admitted, tendons standing out in his neck as he hefted two hundred kilos of treasure trove. "Not a tradition that's clicked for me much, apart from one sword a long time ago. But you've got a point with the Templar thing. If you've got that handled, a portion of my share'll go to the Mandalorian Forcers who need new blades. Force knows Ordo goes through'em like toilet paper. Man's got a death wish."

He strapped the boxes into place and sat back. "My regards to the old Templar crowd. Vorhi, Denko, that whole bunch. The quality folks."