Location:
Shabuir
Objective: Fight back boarders
Allies: UCM and Defenders
Enemies: SJO and Attackers
Equipment: In BIO under "Things always with Adenn" and
beskad, armor in sig
Tags: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]
Troops: 20
Beskad Elite, various Mandalorian soldiers on board the Shabuir
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Standing there, Adenn observed Allya as she no doubt observed him, it was a meeting of predators. What came next was obvious, a fight, one where Adenn swore to himself to prove himself and his ways to be the alpha. Whatever happened, there would be a fight, one that perhaps would be spoken about for ages in history, or just left as another footnote. Regardless, Adenn continued to observe the supposed Mando before him, bowing his head towards her to return her bow. He didn't quite know if it was a respectful bow or a mocking one, so he met her halfway. Then she began to speak and Adenn wondered at the arrogance of the woman.
No honor?
No honor?! She seemed to Adenn to be even more delusional than he had originally anticipated. Then again, regardless of what happened, someone would always be the enemy in anothers story, and this proved it true. What Adenn did was true and just, he didn't claim to anything but he was. A Mandalorian who hunted Jedi and Sith, one who had returned to wars against a Mand'alor who he now called daughter, one who would do anything to defend other Mandalorians. He knew what he was, though that changed in her eyes, and for now that wasn't a good change. Then again, he hardly cared about her opinion, his clan and family approved of him, and his enemies opinions hardly mattered. Unless it brought pointless war to peaceful planets, as it had done at Tanaab, Eshan, and more.
Bloodshed, it was never pointless, even the blood of innocents. Adenn firmly believed that, and even if he enjoyed bloodshed and war, he didn't enjoy it when it came for undue reasons and because others labeled them as things they weren't. Then again, the Mandos had done similar things before, brought war to innocents, killed countless people. But they didn't claim to be peacekeepers while waging war, like the Jedi. Nor did they claim to fight for the Force, something that caused more strife than a thousand clans of Mandalorians. Something that had caused Allyas strife as well.
Grinning slightly behind his helmet, Adenn took note that she was a forcie, good thing he had his void stone on hand, along with other FU hunting tools. Letting out a short barked laugh, Adenn spoke, voice unchanged from before.
"
You're against their beliefs? Doesn't seem like it. They fight wars, bring bloodshed and death, so do Mandalorians. But we never claim to be anything but what we are, unlike Jedi and their peacekeeping ways." Shaking his head, Adenn kept his eyes solely on Allya. "
Fight when they do, but don't hide it under labels of peacekeeping and tyrant disposal. Stay to the truth or don't bother talking or fighting. Especially when your truth is so skewed by your blame, when you don't even know why you fight, why you attack! "
Adenn fell silent then, allowing her to continue speaking. He was dar'manda? Not hardly. Sneering behind his helmet, Adenn felt his contempt rising. Yasha became Mand'alor because no one else would step up to the challenge, because everyone else was too weak and didn't care enough about Mandalore.
"
If you really believe that, why haven't you challenged her? Hm, explain that. I have seen nor heard a whisper of a challenge to her rule, only this war. As for that dark side shab, you trust me to believe you in that?" Letting out another laugh, Adenn pressed the tip of his sword into the deck below his feet while leaning forward slightly. "
We aren't the dogs of the Sith anymore than you would claim to disagree with the jetii while fighting alongside them. Jedi and Mandalorians have fought for eons and will for countless eons more, the Sith are the only ones who've offered a single hair of help to us, while everyone else sought to destroy us. I'd rather be allied to them than to Jedi who won't even come to a negotiating table, who prevented the clans from aiding their Mand'alor through force of arms, while claiming to hold the peace." Still sneering, Adenn chuckled quietly, a sound filled with the promise of pain and violence.
"
No Allya of Clan Vi'Dreya, I am no dar'manda. I fight to protect the Mando'ade while you fight to destroy us, all under false pretenses. Honestly, I wouldn't be mad if you and yours fought properly, fought on under true reasons, instead you use lies as a pretext to fight us." Lifting his sword and pointing the tip at her, he continued. "Learn a lesson this day, jetii tidkasa(Jedi lapdog), my clan and I fight for Manda'yaim, not for the dar'jetii. You... you fight for the jetii, under lies and deception, all to fell righteous. Learn something this day Allya of Clan Vi'Dreya, learn that your narrative is false, that those you fight don't fight for what you think we fight for. Learn also this, no matter what happens, no matter how many die, you will
never win."
Then he attacked. He had taken note of her weapon, of her stance, of everything, and found it lacking. His attack wasn't the best for that reason, as it was also a probe to see if she had any secrets to reveal. With his blade being pushed to the side, Adenn simply rolled with it, intending to twist around and face her once more. Instead he was hit with a jolt of electricity from the phrik as it touched his blade. Supressing the roar of pain, Adenn instead grunted loudly, feeling his arms numb, he pushed through the pain. He'd felt worse on many different planets, a little jolt of electricity wouldn't really harm him that much, but it did hinder him. Sadly, due to the vong crabs worked into the armor, Adenn felt the electricity jolt through his entire body, making him go numb.
Growling in pain, Adenn barely saw the lightsaber going for his hand, thankfully he had his crushgaunts on and they protected his hands. Turning his hand so that the spikes faced the lightsaber, Adenn gritted his teeth to the pain of the electricity that still coursed through his body slightly, even as the lightsaber hit his hand right on the plate, exactly on the spikes. Now regretting forgoing the use of cortosis in the spikes, Adenn simply let the lightsaber hit his hand. Then he ripped his hand from the handle of his weapon, aiming to backhand Allya with the spikes on the back of his hand.
Then Adenn took 2 quick steps back, putting some distance between the 2 of them. Holding his beskad in his left hand now, right hand curled into a fist and to his side. His guards stirred, their anger raised for being called destroyers of a planet they defended, they had destroyed before, and Tanaab hadn't truly been scratched. Adenn snarled behind his helmet and spit back with a voice filled with venom.
"
Destroyer? Little adiik(child), you don't seem to know the meaning of the word. I destroyed blocks, while whichever chakaar in space bombarded my men destroyed far more of the city. They blew up nearly half the city, that is more in line with being a destroyer. I kept the wounded safe on that planet, a planet of peace and prosperity, that wanted to be within the fold of the UCM. The CIS brought war and death to a world that isn't like every other Mando. Those of Clan Tal are true peace makers, not like the jetii." Spitting that last word out, Adenn would press an attack, swinging his arm towards Allya. He intended to grab her and drag her towards himself if possible, while at the same time swinging his beskad towards her once more, aiming for a weak point in the armor.
When the buzz droids first scattered, the Mando crews continued after bigger clumps before realizing the damage the smaller ones were still doing. They then scattered as well, chasing after the droids like mad men. Aiming their shots carefully, they made sure to not damage equipment, an effort in futility. There were too many things to accidentally hit, so it was bound that things were damaged. Thankfully they hit mainly auxiliary things, but a few more important items were hit. Said items were immediately set upon to be fixed so nothing would stop the fighting in space.
With the droids in one of the generator rooms, the crew were fighting valiantly against the little buzz droids and seemingly winning. Then they began to hear thunking in the vents, not knowing what it was, they had prepared for the worst. As such, an EMP grenade was primed and thrown at the B1s corpse as soon as it emerged. At the same time, several blasts were fired at the buzz droids in the hopes of killing them. Even as the virus was fought off, more crew were directed to fight droids and deal with anything that had been broken.
The explosion from the B1 was dampened by the EMP grenade, but not blocked completely. As such everything in 1.5m(5ft) of the blast site was vaporized, droids, consoles, and crew members all. The generator the explosion was next to rocked under the force of the explosion, its hull partially cracked, causing the ship to vibrate slightly in tune to the generator. Then came the attacks from the 3 ships from Allya. The hanger didn't so much explode as cease to exist, the shield there was weakest and with the generator damaged, even weaker than before. What was in the hanger crumbled under the fire, even as more Fang ships came to attack the
Shabuir.
Their attack runs were semi successful. Some of the Mandos on the ship were hit, other times they were missed and instead buzz droids were hit, or even worse, the shield was hit. Defense turrets turned to fire upon this new threat even as the Mandos on the ship did the same. Firing off jetpack rockets, wrist rockets, or using other means to attack the ships, the crew fought back viciously, even as they continued to hound the buzz droids for all they were worth. A few braver or insaner Mandalorians used their jetpacks to fly up and attack the star fighters directly. They hoped to land on the fighters and plant bombs, or chuck magnetic bombs to them in the hopes of detonating them. Some of these brave fools were hit by the fighters, others shot, and others yet dodged shots and the fighters. It was a dance of death, one they did to the best of their abilities.
