The Domain of Agony (Clans of Mandalore Dominion of Orinda)

[Alexandra Feanor]

The owl watched the creature get closer and closer until it crashed into [member="Yasha Cadera"], the owls wings stretching as Yasha was forced back towards the dropoff she would eventually fall over. The owl would follow, now closing the distance and dropping the need to keep away from the action as it gripped the sheathed blade in one claw, the other coming down and raking across the vong-creatures face. The flash of white feathers would vanish just as soon as it appeared and Yasha would find herself alone until she hit the ledge.

It was then that the bird arrived again, reaching out and its claws looking for any surface to grip onto, anything that it could secure but in the end the owl was unable to do more than scrape its talons on Yashas armor. Instead, yasha would find herself slowing just before impact, barely changing things but helping her survive the landing. In the meantime, the owl would glide down into the forest, the blade still clutched in one claw as it was placed on a branch like before.

The owl soon turned its head, looking in the direction of Yasha, not seeing her and taking a minute to rest before starting to move once more. It would fly towards the armor, aiming to check on its occupant and ensure that the Mandalor was ok. There was something off already as it got closer, its eyes focusing in and its body landing on the armor itself with the sheathed blade dropped on the ground for now.

It stood there, tapping on the visor before finally reaching out with the force and its head turning, finding Yashas signature now on the move and in a nearby cave. The owl seemed to glare for a moment, hoping down and grabbing the sheathed blade in one talon before beating its wings and taking to the air. It would quickly glide into the cave, its feathers changing color and becoming pitch black, hiding the creature from the eye a tad more than the snow white feathers would.

It would track down Yasha, find her, and ensure that she remained safe by the time this was all over. Even if it required direct intervention and no longer simply watching.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

There was a wet sound of flesh being torn by beskar as Tyran pulled his wrist mounted blade from the skull of a Chazrach, a pile of which laid at the feet of the Mandalorian. This was much more the kind of soldier Tyran preferred, sure scouting out not-so-barren ice planets and showing off his soldiering skills for royalty wasn't a bad way to use his talents, but this was true warfare and that is what Tyran had been groomed and trained to do since he was a small child. He wasted no time moving to his next group of targets as his HUD had to adjust and filter out the thick smoke that was starting to claim the battlefield as brush fires began to populate the area.

He brought his rifle up to his shoulder and fired on a nearby Vong and hit it squarely in the chest plate of it's thick vonduun crab armor. His rifle wouldn't be able to pierce the thick organic armor but it would be able to weaken it enough for Tyran to get in close and finish the alien warrior off with his beskar blade just like he had the Chazrach. The alien roared in anger that he'd even been touched by the blasphemous mechanical weapons the Mandalorians were using and rushed at Tyran with incredible speed. The amphistaff the warrior carried became rigid and it swung at Tyran's head and only missed it by a few millimeters and Tyran had little down that the living weapon had deposited some of its deadly venom on the surface of his helmet.

Tyran rolled under the blow and came up to his feet behind the Vong only to get an armored elbow in the back that sent Tyran flying forwards onto his stomach. Tyran then felt something coil around his leg and constrict and suddenly he was being dragged across the ground back towards the Vong warrior, the amphistaff now in its more fluid form. Tyran rolled onto his back and tried to get up to his feet but a stiff boot to the face kept him down and sent stars exploding across his field of view. He tasted blood in his mouth and let out a pained grunt as the Vong warrior brought his foot down hard onto Tyran's chest plate again and again and again. When the foot came down once more Tyran latched onto it with both of his arms and twisted the alien's foot as hard as he could and there was an audible crack as the appendage was torqued into a position that was not natural.

The Vong embraced pain to a sickening degree, they enjoyed it, but the injury had been unexpected and gave Tyran that split second window to get back to his feet. He rushed the Vong warrior hard enough to lift the heavy alien up off the ground and slammed him down into the burning earth around them. The crab armor was almost impenetrable, but the alien's face was just as soft as any other beings and Tyran laid into it with his heavy armored fist disfiguring the alien's already nightmarish face until the wasn't much left but a greasy smear in the dirt. In a moment of relief Tyran relaxed for just a second and the amphistaff launched up from the ground and sank it's teeth into his flight suit just above the gauntlet. Tyran let out a roar of surprised pain and ripped the snake-like creature from his arm and tossed it to the ground and brought his boot down onto it.

He cursed as he gripped his arm and looked at the bloody bite mark. He could feel the venom working into his arm and so he quickly ripped more of his flightsuit off and tied it around the wound to slow the spread of the venom. He could hear Yasha giving orders through his comlink and looked to see her glancing upwards at an owl for just one second and then it all went wrong. A Vong monstrosity tackled her and she seemed to hit it hard enough to daze it but not stop the momentum it had been carrying. Tyran watched as they both tumbled over the cliff edge. "NO!" Tyran said and sprinted for the cliff edge. The same owl that the Mand'alor had been watching flew by over his head and down the cliff. He still had not so fond memories of diving off a cliff on Nellogant which had resulted in him fighting a dragon while nursing a broken forearm, the very same arm that was now going numb due to the amphistaff venom coursing through it. "Why is it always cliffs?" He muttered as he dove off the edge hoping his jetpack hadn't been damaged in the fight with the Vong warrior.

Tyran ignited a small burst from the jet pack just before hitting where Yasha was laying and he landed on all fours. For some reason Yasha had ditched her armor and Tyran looked around to see if he could figure out where she had gone. The only plausible route was through a cave and a quizzical look came over his face but he rose up to his feet, looked down at the empty armor and headed into the cave with his blasters drawn and called out the Mand'alor's name.

 

[Noah Corek]

Location: Orinda Wilds
Objective: 1 Sample & Neutralize Vong
Allies: [member="Tyran Numeck"] - [member="Yasha Cadera"] - [member="Alexandra Feanor"] - [member="Kaine Australis"]

As wave upon wave of Vong warriors and creatures slammed against the Mandalorians Noah was indeed thrust back into the days of his time in the Omega Pyre. This helped his muscles and body move almost by memory, making his actions seem almost like they were robotic. He would drop the magazine from his Bolter and swap in a fresh one in almost a blur of movement. As the Vong closed in he realized that explosive rounds would be dangerous at such close quarters and instead switched to the Bolter's buckshot type of ammunition, essentially turning the weapon into a massive shotgun.

As Noah laid into the Vong with shell after shell something caught the corner of his eye. A Vong creature was approaching Yasha. He turned and raised his Bolter but it was too late, the creature had already latched itself onto Yasha and taken her off a nearby cliff. "Yron! I'm going after Yasha! Your in charge!" In reality Noah had no such authority to give an order but gave it anyway as he slung the his Bolter over his back once again and made for the cliff. A Vong warrior made the mistake of getting in his path and was quickly sliced in two as Noah drew his sword from his back as well.

As he closed on the cliff's edge another Vong warrior came into his path. Noah decided to give this one a particularly grisly fate as instead of decapitating him or cleaving him in two pieces Noah decided to let gravity due it's work for him. Sheathing his sword Noah lowered his shoulder and barreled straight into the warriors lower torso. Not expecting this the warrior was caught off guard and threw over the side of the cliff, along with his attacker. As they freefalled Noah would hit the thrusters on his armors jump kit a good twenty meters before they hit the ground. Noah grinned as he heard the sickening wet thudding noise of the warriors body finally meeting the ground over the sound of his thrusters.

What ever force not mitigated by his jump kit the armors built in exoskeleton handled. Looking up from his position he say another Mandalorian had gone down the proverbial rabbit hole. Reaching down he grabbed his rifle before shouldering it and approaching Yasha's armor. It was atypical of her to leave her armor when not in battle, the fact that she had done so put Noah on edge. Looking up towards Tyran he nodded. "Name's Noah. What's yours kid?" Barely waiting for an answer he noticed some tracks in the dirt and followed them to a nearby cave. Yasha must have gone in there.

Reaching for his shotgun we would hand it to Tyran, whose name he should now know. "Here kid. It'll be close quarters in there, this should help. Careful though, she kicks like an angry Bantha." Attaching a small flashlight to the side rail of his rifle Noah entered the cave, sweeping his rifle over the cave, more to reveal his surroundings than anything.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Orinda Wilds
Objective: 1 Sample & Neutralize Vong
Allies: [member="Varian"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Raiz Australis"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Tyran Numeck"]

The Infernal’s armour, upon closer inspection, was ripped open by extreme force. From drag marks and stains of red on the ground, it appeared it’s occupant was yanked out.

A trail of ever thinning crimson lines dotted the tunnel floor, as if two smaller creatures were dragging a great weight. However aesthetically pleasing she might be, Yasha Cadera was over three hundred and twenty pounds in her beskar’kandar, and without it still an Epicanthix-appropriate weight of two hundred sixty pounds. Her seven foot long body scraped at the ground.

If any scanned the blood on the ground, they would know whose it was. If they attempted to conjure her location via the Force, the Mandalorians would be confronted with a sickening truth: Yasha was wearing her voidstone.

In the distant tunnel system, groaning screams began pinging off the walls. The echoes made triangulation of the sound’s origin impossible.

Pauses. ​

Ringing silence, before another agonized and guttural noise echoed out through the tunnels. Louder and more prolonged. Scraping against rock. Grunts and barks. Screams.

Louder. ​

Then nothing but the sounds of Mandalorians and a few scant Vong moving through the thicket and into the network of tunnels carved into the cliff face.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

The issue is, Alexandra had faced Mandalorians for a few decades now and they seemed to always think their Ysalmiri, or their Void stones, or whatever they wore to hide themselves in the force was a trump card, something that made it impossible to sense them. Which yes, to a point that was correct, but there was two things wrong with that train of thought and it was the simple fact that all Alexandra had to do was look for where the Force did not move correctly. Normally, this would be already the case with so many vong, their weakened nature in the force making it hard to see them in it clearly, but the Void stone gave off an all too different feeling.

It disrupted and shifted the flow of the force, made it act as if it hit a brick wall and needed to go around. Some leaked through, but its not the some that Alexandra looked for, its the disrupted flow of the force that worked like the wake of a boat. The Owl, blind to the world in its physical shape and instead seeing through the force itself, made quick work of finding that disrupted path through the force and followed it, sticking to the shadows and quickly gaining ground. It did not need to track, not in a way that those following it did, it could follow the cave network as if a trail of breadcrumbs were scattered right behind Yasha.

Yasha would be far ahead though, even if the separation between her and the owl had been at most two minutes. That time quickly being caught up though, seconds being shaved off as the owl sped through the darkness, nothing to give it away except for the occasional glint of the weapon's hilt, but even then it was rare for that to happen due to the darkness inside the cave and the Owl's claws and feathers obscuring the item for now.

The final turn soon came up though and silently the Owl came out into a chamber and pulled upwards, crawling into the shadows of the cavern's ceiling and looking down, taking the moment to see what was going on. This would be a very short second that the Owl hovered there, looking down and seeing what has happened before it would act. And whatever the Owl would see, quickly caused a visible shift in it's face, hardening as feathers started to fall down towards the cavern floor.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Nicair wasn't always one to smile, but on hearing his Mand'alor call for melee a small glint came to his eyes. Not that the Vong could see through the helmet. Not that they'd want to. A Sociph with a glint in their eye and a smile on their face is a dangerous creature indeed. With a holster of his hand cannon and a draw of his beskad the man was primed for his domain. How quickly he could flow back into this life. How much had changed in the time he'd been away. He enjoyed it in a fashion he hadn't before. There was almost a glee in what he was doing. Perhaps he and his brother really were related. Such a thought didn't bring him any joy.

A strike landed against the side of his helmet. Something blunt. The ringing in his head faded rapidly only to be replaced by something else entirely. A new ringing, and one far more deafening. He hadn't felt rage like this for many years. Not since his time with the Mandalorian Crusaders under Isley Verd. The sound he was making was distressing, it didn't sound like him at least not to his own ears. It was laughter, a mad fanatical sound. How long he'd spent in the underbelly of one crime infested swamp after another and none had gotten this close, caught him this off guard.

He wanted more. The vong he fixed the gaze of his T-visor on didn't back down. He didn't want it to.

"Again." A step forward, another blow to the side of his helmet. There it was again, louder this time.

"Tug'yc (again)!" Another step, another blow.

"(spoken in Sociph) Again again hit me again!" Another hit. Wait. That wasn't basic, that wasn't mando'a either. It felt... right. The vong didn't stay standing for very long after. Beskad and tomahawk, knee and elbow, helmet and anything else he could came crashing down upon it. And then the next one. And the one after that. And then he saw his Mand'alor fall. Clarity returned. Urgency gained. He would take time to consider where his loss of composure stemmed from, but now wasn't that time. Movements became measured, efficient, goal oriented. Said goal: get him to Yasha. One vod jumped down after, then another followed close behind. Time for a third.

The way down wouldn't be easy, but speed was off the essence. It was a good thing he but extra support for his ankles in his armor. Gravity was pain, but once he touched down he needed that energy to follow the trail as soon as he could.

Like a hunting dog he followed the blood on the ground and used the screams as best he could.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] | [member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Noah Corek"] | [member="Tyran Numeck"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | @Skorvek

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Orinda Wilds
Objective: 1 Sample & Neutralize Vong
Allies: [member="Varian"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Raiz Australis"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Tyran Numeck"]

Yun Ne’Shel gave Yik Kol the greatest of gifts. A woman in armour, a woman who wounded and battered continued to celebrate pain. The Master Shaper was as ancient as her symbiotic hood. Last of her Caste on Orinda. Keeper of knowledge both obscene and celebratory in the Gods’ worship.

As the warriors emptied their tunnels and subterranean home, only the crèche-children were left to aide her. Three it took to lug the wounded Epicanthix through the tunnels.

Only two made it to Yik Kol’s lair. Right arm gashed and hanging loose, in her dazed state, Yasha had naught but her left arm and legs. She kicked one of the Yuuzhan Vong youth off her, the group tumbling to the ground as Yasha kicked and kicked until nothing remained but a broken body.

It cost her, as the other two dug into the open flesh and the pain of tearing flesh overwhelmed her ability to balance.

Yik Kol calmed the roiling throng with the application of one of her dovin basals. An interdiction field settled around the wounded Epicanthix.

Pain. Nothing but pain.

Yasha roared in agony, the bright illumination in Yik Kol’s laboratory flashing and blinding her sensitive eyes. Alone, in the throes of the dovin basal’s interdiction field, blind and losing blood, the reason binding Yasha’s considerable mind fractured.

Alone.

The next sound the Mandalorians heard echoing through the cavern could not be recognized as humanoid. It was the death-roar of the Hell Wolf, that child of the Nether. Unhinged survival born of instinct and the brutalized childhood training Yasha received at the hand of her mother [member="Aditya Fitz Kierke"], and her years as a child at war.

The roar echoed and echoed and echoed.

It rang out, next to lost.

Using the gravitational properties of the dovin basal, Yik Kol lifted the writhing creature onto her table, as the tentacles on her headdress began to peel the skin and torn muscle tissue away from Yasha’s right shoulder a micron at a time. Under the interdiction field, Yasha roared and writhed. The tentacles dug into the meat of her shoulder, inspecting and preparing the wound for the glorious experiment to come.

This Epicanthix praised the gods with her bestial roars. She appeared in throng of pain, the agony long sought after by Orinda’s Last Domain.

Red and amber eyes bored at the Shaper. Yasha continued to writhe, inch by inch her hand reaching. Legs stiff and quivering.

‘Yes, the forms will grow. You will become a new creation.’ Yik Kol brushed a tentacle across Yasha’s cheek.

Yasha snarled, white canines flashed. The tentacle wriggled in her mouth, as teeth bit and bit through. Yasha yowled and shook her head like a dog killing its’ prey, gnawing on the amputated, wriggling tentacle.

Yik Kol howled and triggered the interdiction field to send another cacophony of pain through Yasha’s beleaguered nervous system. The vongformed poison began to attack her musculature, casting a sickly green tint to the open crimson wound.

Gnashing teeth and a guttural creature’s shriek stole through the caverns, echoing for all to hear.

 

[Skorvek]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Exep5sjl0Q

Skorvek wasted little time pursuing after [member="Kaine Australis"] caught on to where [member="Yasha Cadera"] fell bashing any vong that was left by kaine, When he entered the room and saw what was going on and saw Yashas state thats when he snapped entirely.

Nothing but rage filled his bones as he surged with fury and power and any form of reasoning left his bones, With a growl of rage he joined Kaine in the charge towards the shaper. He did take note of Yashas condition which presented another problem after the shapers downfall being to deal with a feral Infernal, Even that thought was one of the few things that concerned him cause hes never seen her like this but first things first the shaper must be punished.

He charged hammer at the ready as he did his best to keep up with kaines charge at the shaper, The lord of death has come to claim a soul and the shaper was the soul he shall devourer personally on this day.

Nothing but the shaper was clear in his head even kaine was nothing but a blurr to him

[member="Noah Corek"] @Cassiopea Caranthyr [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Raiz Australis"]

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[SIZE=11pt]The Owl that was Alexandra dropped the blade, letting it fall to the ground and soon landed with a sharp clang next to the table that the shaper had been working at. The presence of [member="Skorvek"] and [member="Kaine Australis"] causing her brow to raise, the quickness of their arrival something she had not expected but gladly welcomed.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The feathers continued to fall, now like a rain and the lights in the chamber grew faint, many being unable to see well now that the light had been robbed from them. All the while, the owl dropped and landed right there infront of the shaper and between him and yasha, shaking its body and wings quickly as it straightened up. Slowly it's body shifted and grew taller, its face longer and the wings turning into limbs themselves. What remained was the form of a woman with red hair, in robes that carried silver feathers still clinging to it, a woman who reached down, grabbing the blade beside the table, and drawing it with a smile.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]And all Alexandra did, her hand moving with a songsteel blade twisting in the air, was cleave through the Amphistaff that assaulted Yasha, pulling it from her and letting its dead corpse fall to the ground. The lights would remain dimmed to a point where anyone would find it hard to see without aid, and for good reason as Alexandra relied on the force to see, even if the voidstone nearby made that harder. She did not need the lights that the Vong had and she watched as Kaine and Skorvek got to work on any guards.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Shaper had been distracted too by now, leaving Alexandra to smile as he finally looked back and simple level the blade with his chest before pressing a release on the group. In a second, the blade extended and shot through the shaper, its hilt now a full shaft and become a spear. Alexandra looked at the shapers eyes, thinking for several moments before looking past him and at [member="Kaine Australis"] throw the charging warrior that had tried to impede him. Alexandra sighed and shook her head, raising her other hand and letting the force be released, throw the now heavily wounded shaper into his protector while Alexandra focused on Yasha.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The damage was significant, something she could not fully repair, probably even at her home which made her quite annoyed but she could atleast stabilize Yasha and close up some of those wounds. The only problem was that would take time she did not have with all the fighting going on. She wished it would have been a bit of a quieter setting, but the Mandalorians had raised hell and now the caverns were barely standing with the fighting going on in them. If she tried to heal Yasha now, there would be issues of some Vong warrior sneaking up on her or the caverns themselves collapsing because of the fighting.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her options were not good and another option she considered would also be hard.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]She debated folding space and getting Yasha out of there, which normally would be no issue but that void stone would make things difficult. She could do it, but it would leave her drained and she would be unable to heal Yasha to the point that was necessary, it would keep her warriors from seeing her in such a state though, remembering what she said on Alderaan. Alexandra's eyes focused on the pained Yasha, then over her shoulder as a vong warrior suddenly paid attention and charged.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was quick, shifting and thrusting the blade out, her spear found its mark before she drew the blade back and out of the creature's throat. Her body paused for a moment longer before she spoke up to Kaine and Skorvek.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]"Ive got her, get yourselves out." Was all she said as she looked back at Yasha.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]It was going to be rough, her body twitching as she drew the force in and its light started to glow. Strands of light drew in and shot through Alexandra, wrapping around her bones and muscles, her eyes going pure white and her body shaking for a few moments as she let the force itself claim her. Her hands would spasm for a moment, releasing the spear for a moment but not dropping it as the force gripped the shaft and held the weapon in defense, fighting without its owner. Alexandra's own hair returned to its silver color, her veins glowing ever so slightly under her skin as she reached out and placed one hand on Yasha's forehead.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]During all this, Alexandra would have reached out and been calming Yasha as best she could, letting the light remain dim so that Yasha could see and recognize who stood next to her and defended her and to see Kaine and Skorvek if she looked.Other emotions being drawn out and flooding over that pain as Alexandra called onto the force, things like her love for her family, the memories of joy with Noah, with Morgan and Junior, and with Yasha herself. Everything causing the light of the force to glow brighter. She relied on her emotions and those around her for the force and she pushed into the minds of those she could to draw on emotions such as her own that she felt. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Alexandra's other hand reached out and grabbed onto the spear as she drew the force tight to her, pushing it past the barrier of the void stone for a fraction of a second, just long enough to get Yasha out of the cave. But the stone proved to be more annoying than Alexandra could deal with, her eyes going to the others and looking for [member="Noah Corek"]. The best she could do right now was, with Yasha’s mind dark and that Voidstone hidden behind the body suit was numb the woman’s body and keep her from attacking Alexandra herself. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Her free hand moved and reached out, trying to grab onto Yasha. She made sure to strengthen her body with the force, seeing Vong blood on Yasha and wanting to be sure she would not get stabbed in the back. It would protect her from any vong trying to shoot her down or stab her, atleast once. She would take care to place her hand on Yasha, then with direct contact start to turn off the pathways for her nerves and quiet the amount of adrenaline running through the woman’s body. This was no empathic technique, but rather something she had done before a long time ago. Yasha would maybe have even recognized the numbing sensation if she was in the right mind, it being the same process Alexandra had used in healing the woman. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]Alexandra kept her face level with Yasha’s blocking out the rest of the world around her for now and keeping the light in the cavern dim while the last of the fighting continued and Alexandra’s spear protected her on its own. [/SIZE]

 

[Noah Corek]

Location: Orinda Wilds
Objective: Find Yasha and Kill Vong
Allies: [member="Tyran Numeck"] - [member="Yasha Cadera"] - [member="Alexandra Feanor"] - [member="Kaine Australis"] - [member="Skorvek"] Cadera

Noah had learned many skills during his time as a Commando, one of the most important in this situation was tracking. During those years he had been a part of a team that specialized in assassination and extraction, therefore tracking had been a necessary skill to learn. Though Noah would admit that tracking in a cave like this was relatively easy, a foot print here, a drop of blood there, oh and the corpse of a Vong warrior killed with someone's bare hands were definetely easy enough signs to follow. Looking back towards Tyran, Noah chuckled and pointed towards the corpse. "Well it looks like we're on the right path."

Noah's joking demeanor was cut short as a scream tore through the cave. While impossible to trace the scream he began to more urgently track the other clues before he finally reached the Shapers chamber and caught the tail end of Kaine's speech. Rolling his eyes he swung his rifle into the chamber and his eyebrows raised at the situation that both infuriated and shocked him. At first his eyes were the Shapers pedestal. More exactly the now dead Shaper and his wife standing over Yasha. Next his eyes were drawn to Yasha and her state on injury. Finally he was drawn to Kaine and Skorvek who were now cutting down Vong.

Pushing all these things from his mind Noah stepped into the chambers, exposing himself to the Vong in the room. He felled two before they could react, double taps to the head with his rifle ending theirs lives quickly and mercilessly. A third had just enough to turn before being dispatched like his kin. A fourth was able to rush Noah and grab the barrel of his rifle and push it away. Noah reacted with the speed of a trained warrior. He deftly dropped his right hand, his main firing hand, from his rifle, pulled his sidearm holstered on his right thigh and leveled it the Vong. With a single round he sent the warrior to his grave. Holstering his pistol he raised his rifle and began slowly making his way towards Alex and Yasha.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Location: Orinda Wilds
Objective: Do Things Go Places

He was slower than he usually was. The assortment of shouts, groans, and screams coming from the direction that [member="Noah Corek"] and [member="Tyran Numeck"] ran towards told him they were going the right way. Following the blood on the ground wasn't that much of a challenge of any of them, he expected. But it was his lagging behind that allowed him to pick up on something else. A background noise drifting on the air, cries for help that didn't come from a familiar voice. They were faint and were being largely droned out by the commotion from Yasha's chamber. But they were there.

It was also his lagging behind that caused him to arrive in time to see a figure he'd never met killing their fair share of vong, the Anubian he knew vaguely as [member="Skorvek"] and [member="Kaine Australis"] flying into their own respective rages at seeing [member="Yasha Cadera"] experimented on. It was a strange sight, to see his Mand'alor in such a feral state. It took time, isolation, and an almost demonic will to survive to drive individuals to such a place, and she had reached it swiftly. There was one benefit to missing out on the slaughter of vong, it grew slightly quieter, just loud enough to start picking up on the ambient sounds of human voices screaming for help. And the more vong approaching, from where he couldn't quite pick up, but there was bound to be somewhere nearby.


"Cuyir biaye, sto be etid (be quiet, more of them)." Nicair didn't often raise his voice, he didn't raise it too loudly now either. But he spoke the words with command and force. Give the room time to settle, lower the emotional arousal level. The time for action would come soon if it wasn't there already. The dead time between the rounds. Decisions to be made.

He doubt it would take the Sociph's ears or the trained ears of a hunter to detect the encroaching noises. Choices were approaching. His was already made, there were still vong to kill. All that was left to do was figure out where they were coming from.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Kid? It had been a long time since Tyran had thought of himself as a kid but in relation to the age of the pair the description worked. Tyran took the offered shotgun and checked that it was loaded before carrying on into the tunnel with Noah. “Names Tyran.” He said as they took off after their leader. Tyran had done a bit of tracking in his time as a commando as well and could also pick out the signs of which way the Vong had taken Yasha, the dead corpse being one such sign.

Before Tyran could reply to the older Mandalorian's quip a scream ripped through the chamber and caught both of their attention. The pair began an even more hurried pace down the tunnel and they came up to a scene that neither of them had suspected, well Tyran hadn't expected it at any rate but he'd been damned surprised if Noah had as well. Yasha was not the same Yasha that had been dragged down into the tunnels, the Vong Shapers had already began their work of experimentation and transformation on her. Tyran didn't hear Kaine's speech, he couldn't over the sound of his own angry pulse pounding in his ears...it was either anger or the amphistaff venom that was trying to work its way through his bloodstream.

There was a brief moment of pause and then all hell broke loose and the Mandalorians and the Yuuzhan Vong collided. Tyran opened fire with the shotgun he had been given earlier and together he and Noah began carving a path through the Vong to link up with Kaine and Skorvek. A Vong grabbed Tyran from behind and tried to get its arms around his neck but Tyran rammed the back of his helmet as hard as he could into the gnarled face of the warrior to stagger it and put a couple of shells into the monster's face. They fought their way into the center of the room and when the final Vong let out it's last gurgling breath Tyran was starting to really feel the effects of the venom in his arm as it was going limp and getting harder to lift. He tossed the shotgun back to Noah. "Thanks but I don't think I'll be able to lift that much longer with this arm." He said as he pulled out one of his heavy blasters and checked the charge on it.

They all could hear the sounds of more Vong approaching but it seemed as if the noise was coming from everywhere at once rather than just one direction. "We need to get Yasha out of here." He said to the others as he tightened the hastily applied tourniquet on his arm and winced behind his helmet.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] - [member="Noah Corek"] - [member="Alexandra Feanor"] - [member="Kaine Australis"] - [member="Skorvek"] - [member="Nicair Claden"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopiea groaned. The sensors on her buy’ce blinked rapidly, before they finally slowed down as her heart rate returned to normal. She placed her hand on the back of the buy’ce as she felt the indention. What the kark had happened? Her other hand gripped into the dirt. She rolled over, staring through a cracked screen into the sky. She nearly took the helmet off, just to rub her throbbing temples before she decided against such a move.

Something had hit her in the head. She slowly got up, wincing as the blood rushed upwards. Her head pulsed more as she moved towards the ship, grabbing a large med-kit bag and putting it over her shoulders. In it was plenty of antidotes, bacta patches, bacta shots, tourniquets, cauterizers and everything else that a medic could hope for.

And while she wasn’t technically a medic, she was a geneticist. That counted, right? Cassi saw where footsteps, blood, and a wreckage of bodies lay. And so she decided her best bet would be to follow them until she stumbled upon something. Hoisting a verpine rifle, she took a breath. “Getting’ too old for this,” she muttered.

By the time she made it into the tunnels, she could only hear the blood curling scream of [member="Yasha Cadera"]. She didn’t know what was going on and her head hurt worse. She assumed [member="Skorvek"] must be with her, and likely [member="Kaine Australis"]. Hopefully @Alexandrea Feanor and [member="Noah Corek"] would be able to help. Cassiopeia tenderly stepped over a ruined Vong, before she nearly ran into [member="Tyran Numeck"]. It seemd a [member="Nicair Claden"] was nearby, too.

“Where’s Yasha?” Her buy’ce distorted her voice, especially with the damage it had withstood. She squinted at his arm, shaking her head. She pulled down the medic bag and rummaged for the antidote, a cauterizer, and a bacta bandage. “Hold still for a second,” she muttered impatiently. They weren’t going to be getting Yasha out if he died.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Orinda Wilds
Objective: 1 Sample & Neutralize Vong
Allies: [member="Varian"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Adenn Kyramud"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Raiz Australis"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Tyran Numeck"]

The woman was feral. Alexandra freed Yasha out of the interdiction field. Attempted to calm the wounded Hell Wolf. Yet, reason was beyond Haran Rekr. Yasha’s nervous system held an oddly high adrenergic response. Blinded, wounded and overwhelmed with pain, Yasha’s adrenoreceptors flooded with epinephrine at an alarming rate. Her body triggered from the calm. Factored it as an attempt to take her life.

Yasha turned on her saviour.

Twisted with a severe left elbow to Alex’s head. She launched on Alex. Teeth sunk into the flesh of Alexandra’s forearm. Yasha’s jaw clenched shut. Bit and tore. She shook her head. A rabid beast tasting copper and spice. Not even her beloved Alexandra was safe from the harm of Yasha’s hellacious instinctual programming.

The imposing Infernal lashed at Alex’s neck with a feral snarl. Teeth dug into the side of her bracheoplexis origin and shook like a beast attempting to kill caught prey. Incapable of using her right arm, Yasha was pitched in a body-slam to the ground. She bellowed a roar. Gnashed her bloodstained mouth, her left arm punched. Legs thrashed. Her right arm tore at the shoulder, as Yasha yanked away.

The Vong guard raised his amphistaff too late. Yasha’s teeth sunk into the flesh between his crab-like shell armour, and his neck. She sunk into his throat. Spat a thick gob of gore at Alex and [member="Adenn Kyramud"].

A growl. A gurgle. A body on the floor. Yasha shook her head spastically, attempting to clear her blinded eyes. She perked her ears at the cacophony. The shouts and bullets. Her back staggered against a wall, right arm useless and searing.

“Bid ovoi!!” Her natural language. Epicant.

Something warm landed against Yasha’s wounded shoulder. She howled and punched. Raged. Whatever it, or who, it was, it was off her. The berserk and gore-stained woman canted to the side, along the wall and snarled. She shook her head, crimson spray peppering anything in near enough proximity. Every instinct in her told her to fight to the death. That these scuffles and hazy shades were to end her.

"Cuyir biaye, sto be etid (be quiet, more of them)."

Yet in the tumult, [member="Nicair Claden"] heard the cries of distant people. The man’s distance from the origin of Yasha’s plight gave him clarity. Yasha’s back knocked against what appeared to be a wall…

… and opened with a ‘chunk’.

Moans poured out through the hidden passage. Human voices ranging to the obscene. A Vong youth gasped and grabbed his weapon, screaming as he launched at [member="Nicair Claden"]. Two more ventured out, wielding daggers, and rushed [member="Tyran Numeck"] and [member="Adenn Kyramud"].

“H-heelp!”
“Help us!”
“Oh gods we’re in here! Pleeaase!”
“Augh what they’re doing to us..”
“Please let me die..”
“She’s choking! Someone help! Please help! Don’t let my baby die!”

Voices. Citizens from the few scant human outposts on Orinda, who had been taken in the night. Who knew what rested beyond the hidden passage, but one thing was clear.

Yasha was not the only one taken down to the vault of the Yuuzhan Vong’s Domain.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

Alexandra was shocked, but not stunned when Yasha lurched forward, sinking her teeth into her arm and for a second confusing Alexandra as she reached forward with the other hand, her spear forgotten for the moment. It would not be long though as the woman tore away flesh and muscle, red coloring her arm and bringing Alexandra on Autopilot now, made only worse by the woman sinking her teeth into Alexandra's shoulder, dangerously close to the more vital portion of her body. While Alexandra had up until that point intended to get Yasha out without her becoming more harmed, it now was a situation where Alexandra was becoming torn into.

But, she would be interrupted from reacting as a crushgauntlet seized her and tossed her to the side, a portion of her neck and shoulder now gone from the mix of forces and Alexandra's vision dimming then and there to the point of nearly going dark. Her brain was losing function due to the increased force tearing more than it had if Kaine Australis had not intervened and let things progress. She had to get to a place where she could recover then and now and with one pained expression, she called her spear to her hand and flickered out of existence from the cave, knowing she would be unable to fight at this point.

Where she would go is simple, her body reappearing in her ship some miles away and collapsing on the floor of its medical wing. The droids would take care of the rest, her body covered in blood now from the two wounds and the other creatures, her form growing still. She laid on the ground, medical droids moving into action and her mind going quiet as they began their work. It was out of her hands what happened next, her body repairing itself with the help of the droids and her form relaxing as the first needle pressed into her skin, and the pain faded.

She would wake in some time, but for now, she rested. Daeda would be on his way and then her ship would leave, nothing more, nothing less.

 

[Nicair Claden]

Location: Orinda Wilds
Objective 1

The rabid Mand'alor was a problem. But it was a problem others were more qualified and closer could handle. The vong that chose himself as its target was a more pressing concern, young that the creature was. With youth brought inexperience, with inexperience brought more strength than technique. The vong were a strong species, what Nicair was about to do would take more muscle on his own part than a common individual in the galaxy, but it was something he could do nonetheless.

He liked his tomahawk for a number of reasons, no small reason than it was quite effective at parrying. With the smallest twist of his wrist he could hook an opponents weapon between the edge and the shaft of the weapon and redirect it. The timing was the issue and one quickly remedied by Nicair taking the smallest step back forcing the vong to step forward with the foot closest to Nicair. All the Mandalorian had to do was twist his body and sweep out with his front foot.

Vong were tougher than the average galaxy dweller, it recovered quickly. Nicair used his downward momentum to drive his knee into the creature's solar plexus and followed through by sending the tip of his beskad through the vong's throat as it attempted to get back up.

Efficient and easy. Back to basics.

He glanced to all the others gathered. They had their own problems. Rising to his feet and flicking his wrist to get some of the blood off his beskad he started down the newfound path.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Yasha Cadera"] | [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] | [member="Tyran Numeck"] | [member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Skorvek]

Skorvek smashed the now dead shaper several times with his hammer the flames from it incinerating the body leaving nothing but charred ash, After which his immediate defensive instincts made him blind to anyone aside from two people because hes known them the most those two being [member="Yasha Cadera"] and [member="Kaine Australis"]. After Kaine tossed [member="Alexandra Feanor"] aside Skorvek leaped into action, He moved him self to be in between Kaine and Yasha and everyone else.

He made it a point to let them know that he wont let anyone else near them by swinging his hammer in a lowered side swipe unleashing a small wave of clame that scorched a line infront of him to mark the boundries he has set, The only thing in his mind right now is Yashas well being. Reasoning with this beast right now would prove fruitless as Skorvek has entered a stafe of protective rage and kept his eye on everyone in the room as he let Kaine tend to his wife, He simply stood there with a animalistic snarl to his tone, The calm and collected Skorvek was gone, Replaced with this beast of rage.

[member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Noah Corek"] @Turan Numeck

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran was in no position to really help try and subdue Yasha as his arm was being tended too. He watched his sister finally collapse back against the wall and a small entrance opened up and pleas for help echoed out of it, along with some more Vong warriors. "Great." He muttered as he took aim with his good arm and opened fire with his blaster at the warrior that had decided to rush at him.

He put himself between the Vong and the medic still trying to patch up his arm. Tyran put a few shots into the legs of the rushing hostile and sent the alien into a belly slide that Tyran stopped with a hard stomp of his boot onto the back of the Vong's neck. The body began to twitch and convulse and Tyran made a disgusted grunt as he fired the remaining charges in his blaster until the alien wasn't moving anymore.

 

[Adenn Kyramud]

When the Vong attacked, Adenn had fought back with all the ferocity of a Mandalorian warrior. And when [member="Yasha Cadera"] had been carted off unwillingly by the Vong, he had kept his calm unlike others. Yes he was angry, but he knew that if he went into a rage it wouldn't help anyone. Thus he had followed everyone else, sticking to the back and shooting Vong when he could. Then he had rushed forward into the cave with everyone else and been not so pleasantly surprised by the vong shaper. Whatever he wanted to do wasn't necessary as the rest of them dealt with it and the guards.

Adenn had moved towards Yasha then, intent on seeing what had happened, and to make sure that [member="Alexandra Feanor"] was ok as well. But that plan went to hell the second Yasha was free, as she attacked Alexandra and spat some blood at them. The blood didn't bother Adenn, but he was worried about Alex now as well. His plan was to make sure both were safe, but [member="Kaine Australis"] and [member="Skorvek"] put that plan to rest quickly, forming a sort of barrier between the Mand'alor and the rest of them. Growling in anger, Adenn turned to [member="Alexandra Feanor"] only to watch in surprise as she simply vanished. Rolling his eyes, Adenn then turned his attention to the new hidden passage.

Out of the passage rushed some more Vong, one directly to Adenn. Shaking his head in disgust, Adenn sidestepped the vong and tripped it, letting it fall to the ground. Then he stomped hard on its back, breaking the spine at the legs. He had plans for that one later, torturous plans. Looking up and around, Adenn heard the cries from the citizens in the passage. Turning to the Mandos, Adenn shouted to them.
"Everyone! We have new problems, let [member="Skorvek"] and [member="Kaine Australis"] handle the Mand'alor. They know her better than anyone else here, guaranteed." He looked at them, shaking his head in sorrow, but then focused back on the present and very dangerous threat that the passage could be. Looking down at the vong next to him, he knocked it out with a kick to the head. Then he looked up at the tunnel. "All of you, with me! Let's go save those people, and then let's make sure they're safe. For Mandalore!"

With that, Adenn went to the hidden tunnel, hopefully followed by others. He marched past those with the Mand'alor, making sure not to step past the line Skorvek had made, and then marched straight into the tunnel. As he walked, the cries for help grew louder, and the sounds of more vong as well. Adenn made an idle note to have the Mandalorians set up an outpost here, to ensure the vong were completely destroyed. For now though, he'd be content with murdering vong in the present. That being said, Adenn marched past the entrance of the tunnel and deeper in.

A lone vong warrior attacked, but it wasn't the only one there, of that there was no doubt. Spinning under its attack, Adenn sliced its neck wide open with his slash while continuing to walk. He had more vong to kill, people to free, and pain to inflict. As he walked, Adenn noticed in the dim light that there were experiment tanks along the walls, and some had people in them. Growing angry, Adenn kept marching, making a motion with his hand for someone to tend to them. He saw some vong down at the back of the room, they looked young, but they would do just fine in dying like the rest.

[member="Tyran Numeck"] [member="Skorvek"] [member="Nicair Claden"] [member="Alexandra Feanor"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"]

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia watched, albeit disoriented from the hit on her head, as another area opened up. Screams of help. Oh for all that was holy. Nope, nothing could ever be easy around here. Had to be Vong this, helpless civilian that. Why was she complaining so much? Probably just her head pounding. She paused cauterizing [member="Tyran Numeck"]. Luckily, she had already injected a bacta into him. “Give it a few minutes, it’ll be fine.”

His arm would be fine, and the poison should be neutralized in minutes. But, Cassiopeia dropped the medical tool as she heard someone screaming for her daughter.

“Don’t let my baby die!”

She closed her eyes momentarily as she remembered when [member="Raiz Australis"] came back. Told her what had happened to her boy. She shook her head as she shook off the flashback. Cassi followed behind [member="Adenn Kyramud"]. A Vong jumped out, surprising her. With a simple movement, she flicked one of the now empty syringes towards the Vong's eye – where it pierced through, just enjoy to hit his brain, causing him to double over in a likely fatal seizure. Wasn’t enough to kill him, right away, but it damaged enough he’d be dead soon enough.

She yanked the syringe out, and made her way towards where she heard the screams. “Manda, please don’t let us be too late,” she mumbled.