The Finding of Kathlan Station

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Hangar
Allies: Drea's Crew, Pirates, Mandos?
Enemies: Intruders, maybe Mando's
Objective: Oh god concussion, don't vomit in helmet, get crew to ship

Oh wonderful, now he had a bloody lightsaber. That was just great. And from the slowly increasing ringing in her ears, the faint stars than continued to dazzle her eyes, and the increasing urge to vomit, she was definitely concussed. She hadn't brought the right toys for fighting some hut'uun with a lightsaber, this was supposed to be a break!

At least most of the Hangar was temporarily cleared after the chain of explosions, all she had to do was keep him occupied so the Herd could reach the ship and safety. Protect the Herd. Nothing was more important than the herd, all honour and even ones life had to be sacrificed to protect it. It was possible the Mando was not thinking very clearly by now, she did however, have the presence of mind to hang the riot gun over her back and switch to the two WESTAR's. Frigged if she was letting someone take their magic sword to her baby. Besides, she was probably near the end of her clip anyway.

So, epic duel to the death. Fine then. She wasn't taking off her helmet though. She loved her helmet and, it might be keeping her head on. What if it floated away without the helmet? Oh god, that would be the worst. La swayed on her feet. No! Gotta kick his shebs, yeah, that was it. Gonna kill him and protect th'herd.

"Come on then! Think y'c'n take my herd from me! HA! Can't no one.. do the.. the.. Friggin. Kark. SHUT UP."

Nope. Definitely not her finest moment. Thinking was hard. Was her nose bleeding? Gross. Don't puke in the helmet, don't puke in the helmet. Just shoot! Yes! Advancing warily and in a wavering manner that may or may not have been intentional, the Mando squeezed off shot after shot, trying to drive [member="Tyranus Collik"] back and out of the path the crew would need to take to get to the ship.

 

[Ombo]

Ombo was busy dicing up a group of soldiers when he heard the hiss of a lightsaber. He turned to see [member="Tyranus Collik"] olding an orange blade at his side as he advanced on [member="Werdla Dardalab"] . The Mando, obviously reeling from a head injury, was squeezing off the occasional shot as the man advanced. Between the lightsaber blade and the insignia he wore, the man represented everything Ombo hated. Before he could control himself, the built up rage exploded in him, three decades of hate and anger spilled forth as he snapped the nearest soldier in two and threw him at the man. [member="Tiktok The Cook"] might be scary, an enraged [member="Valkresh"] might make a grown man go brown downtown, but neither of the two were even close to being as deadly as Ombo right now.

Almost in a trance, Ombo drew the ancient fira from the sheathes on his back, the energy humming softly over his slow, steady breathing. His footsteps slapped quietly against the cold durasteel of the hangar as he drew closer to the soldier. When he got within a couple meters, he jumped.

To a bystander, it would look like his fira weren't even moving. To a trained swordsman, maybe a glimpse of motion could be seen. Only a master would even be able to see a half of what Ombo was doing. The two fira danced around him in a circle of death, slicing in and out at the man so fast the air barely moved. It was as if two people were fighting, one with each fira. They danced independently of each other, separate but in the perfect harmony of death. Ombo didn't make a sound, the clash of blades spoke for him. He wasn't thinking. There was no time for it between strokes. Although his face displayed no emotion, the rage that played inside him gathered in his arms, making each strike hit like a Wampa. To anyone who knew Ombo well, it was obvious he wouldn't stop until Tyranus Collik was dead.

 

[Ryan]

Battle played out in the hallway as the Pirate crew made their push against the invading force that was hell bent on making short game of the criminals. In the muck of it was the great Captain Serg Leone, a man who had been at piracy for close to eighty years. A man who survived the life-stye through intelligence, sharp wits and fearless tenacity in battle found himself awe struck and braced against the durasteel wall. Bloodletting the last concern on his mind. He just Stood slightly bent as if taking the pressure of his fresh new wound created by a demon chimp. But the bleak look on the Pirate captain's face was not due to a chunk of flesh that was missing from that appendage. No, hes grim look and blinking hues looked past the grievous wound to a unknown white residue that had been left behind after the Ewok mauling making the captain confused on if he had just been attacked by a rabid beast or his leg had fallen victim to a violent romping.

"WHAT THE F$@#!!!!!!!!!!" His grizzled tone voice was almost school girl high pitched at this moment of embarrassment. Laser bolts would zip past him even striking close but he just stood there in shock of the current bodily violation he just endured. The rest of the galaxy could go to hell at that very moment, he could not get past the icky goo that was on his foot and on closer inspection all over the bottom of his favorite trousers.

 

[Khrad]

Location: Hallway
Allies: Drea's crew, Station Pirates
Enemies: Invaders
Objectives: Kill whatever, avoid eating Tiktok's cooking


Khrad, at the edges of the explosion, ignored it, using the opportunity to continue firing at the enemy forces. The flames licked at his jumpsuit and scorched his scales, but the blessed heat was wonderful. Lizards loved heat. Heat made them faster. The Trndoshan would now be faster to aim and fire, with that sadistic, fanged grin still stuck to his snout.

And then things got interesting. A Mando with a lightsaber? The Trandoshan knew blaster bolts would be ineffective after only a few moments of firing at [member="Tyranus Collik"] . So, he switched to his other weapon, a Slavemaster Carbine firing stun blasts at the Mando. The yellow ring-like pulses would be hard to block for even an experianced lightsaber user.

Sometimes being a Trandoshan had its benefits.

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Werdla Dardalab"]
Tyranus blocks most of the attacks but a few get through and strike his body armor, causing bruises where he was hit but the armor did take the the blaster fire into it. He sends a force push towards Werdla not enough power to kill her....but enough to keep her down for a few minutes. @Ombo Tyranus rolls out of the way of the body and with his right hand he uses the force and brings his helmet towards him and he puts it on. He flips the visor down and then quickly blocks some of the oncoming onslaught of his attacker. Although, a few hits damage his left arm, damaging unnecessary wires and some metal on his left arm. With his right arm he sends a stream of fire towards Ombo trying to burn him or scorch him. [member="Khrad"] He rolls out of the way of the first shot and then suddenly three more dropship fly into the hanger and more mercenaries jump out along with a wookie or two. Tyranus continues hopefully to block the shots but a few hit his left arm, causing the mechanical arm to be stunned. He grabs his lightsaber with his right hand and rolls out of the way again. He uses his jetpack and lies up towards a dropship. Soon, machine guns fold out of the bottom of the ship and begin to fire upon the aggressors although, they have a fast rate of fire, they do little damage. He fires a rocket towards Khrad feet, trying to make him fly off.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

La, being afflicted with an unfortunate case of force sensitivity herself, felt the force push coming, but was in no shape to dodge it. She was sent tumbling head over heels, which did not help with the nausea in the least. Ripping off her helmet and almost subconsciously attaching it to the belt magnet made just for that purpose, chances of head floating away be damned, the Mando proceeded to puke in a corner, blaster bolts whizzing around her. Wiping her mouth on the back of one gauntleted hand, she turned to take in the scene, reeling slightly. Closing one eye, as if that might help her, she saw that things had once more gotten dire with the arrival of additional enemy reinforcements.

"My wookiees bigger'n your wookiee."

She muttered. Holstering the WESTARs, she pulled out her old ACP Repeater. It was definitely going to burn her hands again with what she was about to do. Oh well. Three bloody dropships.

The Repeater had one major strength. It could be put on autofire, it had good accuracy, and it was truly fantastic at taking out shields and overheating things. The one main downside was that it also tended to overheat, and occasionally catch on fire. Such was life. Taking a knee, the Mando raised her gun and leveled it at the engine of the middle dropship before opening fire. It probably said something about her training and discipline, that as messed up as she was, her aim was good. After about a minute of sustained fire, in which she was largely ignored because folks did not seem to understand the danger, the engine gave in before the gun did. With another resounding BOOM, the ships engine exploded, sending it spiralling out of control and spraying shrapnel.

Holstering the almost red hot gun, she once more pulled out the Riot Gun. She might not have many rounds left, but there were once again enough bodies on the ground to make it worthwhile. Pale beneath her dark complexion, freckles standing out in stark contrast and blood streaming from her nose, the Mando advanced once more.

If they could just get to the ship..

[member="Tyranus Collik"]

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Werdla Dardalab"]
Tyranus hits his mechanical arm a few times before it starts working. He sense that the dropship near the dropship he was on was going to blow up so he shielded with his left arm. Shrapnel flew into his left arm but one piece flew into high right thigh. He grimaces in pain as he slowly pulled it out with his right hand and then he took the one in his left arm out. He looked upwards for a moment seeing the dropship crash into a large group of fuel barrels causing a large explosion. Tyranus equips his lightsaber to the back of his belt and something clicks as it locks into place with the help of magnets. He pulls his rifle off of his back again and he finally un-jams the rifle and aims is towards Werdla before speaking.

Either leave now......or suffer the consequences

His voice boomed over the noise of the battlefield. He aims his gun again, awaiting a response as his thumb pressed on the trigger, ready to fire at a moments notice.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Detorin"] @Ark Tallen @Jaster of clan Awaud @Wanderer EXO @Veino Garn @Tyranus Collik​

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Location: Main Control room​

Objective: Coordinate Allied forces on the station.​

It was at that moments that Vassara heard Detorins voice scramble through the comms. He was coming in scratchy and the line was full of static. She manipulated her way through the controls of the panel trying to enhance the signal. Outside several Pirate ships were beginning to launch into the void.

The massive freighters and Corvettes shot from their respective hangars, trying to lumber away. Some were caught in the advancing path of Jaster and Colliks small fleets. Others were given full broadsides from the deck cannons, ion and laser fire raking their sides.

"This is Raxis to friendly. I'll be needing you on the station, docking bay Alpha forty three. There is a battle going on near there, any assistance is appreciated."

"Some of the ships are escaping!" Silas shouted over the blaring sounds of cannons firing and sirens wailing.

"Redirect fire to the closest ones, sink them dead in the void!" She roared.

"Aye, what about the fleets!"

It was a good point. The fleets were a useful asset. Tapping her commlink on her ear Vassara opened up the comms once again, hailing Jaster and Tyranus.

"Oy you two, we got escaping pirate vessels and we still need more time to search em all. Tyranus I'm sending an ally to your location, Jaster what’s the status on the Engineering bay?"

The day was half in the bag but it was not over yet.

"Ark, search through the databanks, try and find me some launch codes for the Pirate Mothership. The Captain of the Dark Runner has probably fled, but his vessel is definitely here. You're looking for a Frigate, Privateer Class."

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Vassara Raxis"]
Location: Hanger
Objective: Secure hanger, board enemy ships and help allied forces
Right, got it. I'll have my ships send boarding crew and I'll have them launch their boarding harpoons.....I'll have them try to get as many ships as possible, Tyranus out.

Tyranus's Star-Destroyers shoot boarding harpoons and they begin to real them in as boarding crews get ready to board the ships. The star destroyers begin to board the pirate ships, killing off the pirate crew while they were more focused on escaping. Tyranus commas the Admiral of his main ship, the Hydra

Admiral, how is the boarding going? Also, take out the ship's hyperdrives....they cannot escape

Good! we have taken one ship and we are proceeding to take another and right.....we will target their hyperdrive.

The comma ends and Tyranus continues to aim his rifle at the Mando, awaiting a response.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Did he.. Did he really just tell them to leave? It was possible she was hearing things now. That seemed like a reasonable assumption. Head trauma was a fickle mistress. Still, you never knew, it could be a real thing. La was not good at censorship on the best days, this was definitely not one of those. Voice dripping with sarcasm she snapped out a response.

"What th'bloody hell d'you think we're in the hangar for? Oh aye, it's a Taungsday, I always get shot at and exploding barrels thrown at me on Taungsdays!!"

The Mando took the temporary respite as a chance to wipe the blood still running from her nose, which really only succeeded in smearing it around her face a bit more, but what were you going to do?

"You're between me and my ship, mate. You lot fired first."

It might be a trap,and La was wary, but if they were actually being given a chance to scarper, she was all over that.

[member="Tyranus Collik"]

 

[Tyranus]

( BRB, gotta make me some lunch )
[member="Werdla Dardalab"]
Will, you might get salvaged along the way.....I am offering a fellow Mando a chance to escape along with her crew....so if you accept the offer and have a fast ship.....you'll probably escape

He said before ordering his men to stand down for the time being. He held his rifle over his shoulder, his thumb still resting on the trigger encase she attacked him.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

She hadn't been quite certain. The armour had a sigil she hadn't recognized, and he'd not responded to her use of Mando'a, but if this was another Mandalorian.. Well that made him a vod! That was good enough for her! the immediate change in posture was almost funny, holstering her weapons, and straightening up, if still swaying a bit, La grinned.

"Aye? Well and good, I imagine we'll scrape by, we usually do. I owe you a buy'ce gal. You play hard vod! Kandosii! Gotta go though hey? Imagine we hain't got much of a window."

With a wave, she turned her attention back to the rest of the crew.

"Y'heard the man, let's scarper and take it to the skies!"

The Mando weaved her way back towards [member="Serg Leone"], definitely not going to leave her Captain behind.

"[member="Valkresh"] c'n you like.. grab the Cook?"

She wasn't sure that [member="Tiktok the Cook"] was quite.. right in the head enough to realize this part of the fight was over, and she certainly wasn't going to try and corral him. She'd taken enough of a beating in this fight thank you.

"Tiktok! I heard [member="Khrad"]'s stomach rumbling! I don't think he's getting enough proper nutrition! Mebbe we better get to the ship so you can look after him?"

It was worth a try. Somebody had to be thrown under the bus. [member="Ombo"] could be counted upon to be half reasonable and [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] seemed to be staggering in the right direction. The Herd was still largely intact and accounted for, good, she hadn't failed her ancestors. Yaaaaay. She was feeling really woozy.. Maybe she could leave the space fighting bit to the Cap'n and take a nap.. That would be good..

[member="Tyranus Collik"]

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Werdla Dardalab"]
Parer, Sol'yc meg cuyir gar gai? ( Wait, First what is your name? )

Tyranus asked questionably, he wanted to know so that if he ever met her again, he would know her name. It was his first time in a while since he speak Mando'a so he might be a bit rusty, but he knew most of it he just forgot a few words. Tyranus clicked his rilfe back onto his back and he took off his helmet again and held it beneath his left arm. He commas [member="Vassara Raxis"] .

Uhh, hey the hanger is cleared

His black hair gleams slightly in the heat and brightness of the fire.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

"Werdla, of clan Dardalab."

She called over her shoulder. Not that there was much of a Clan Dardalab these days, pretty much just her. Still, she was proud of her name, and proud of the man who'd trained her, given it to her, and sired her, not that the last was particularly important.

"Gar?"

She tossed the question back at him, grinning as he proclaimed the hangar clear. It was in a way. He was reporting that there were no enemies present. This was true, there were no enemies of his present, whether or not that was true for whoever was at the other end of the comm..

[member="Tyranus Collik"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Tyranus Collik"]

Location: Control Center

Objective: Coordinate Allied forces

Vassara heard Tyranus hail her from the comms and felt something was off. She had this nagging feeling in her gut, and it prickled the hairs on the back of her neck. What was wrong here? Just seconds ago he had been engaged in combat, she had watched it on the cameras. Speaking off which when she tried to pull the cameras feed up it was awash of static and nothing.

Vassar mulled the thought over one last time and then opened the link.

"Everything’s ok down there? Do you still need additional help?"

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]
Tyranus, of Clan Fett

Tyranus didn't know if he was the last Fett since he was sold into slavery at a young age but he assumed that their were other Fett's.....somewhere out their in the vastness of the galaxy. He pulled his knife from the holster on his chest and began to sharpen it and clean it of any blood that was stained on it. He put his helmet beside him and wiped his golden eyes for a minuet because something was in them and then he stopped. He continued to sharpen his knife, making is sharper by the second. Tyransu answers the comma calm and collective. He tries to cover for Werdla.

Yeah, I made a deal with a pirate that if I stopped attacking them, they would leave the hanger in peace and we would get control of the station and hanger. Just, we need to make sure not to salvage/board their ship I'll tell my ships to move out of the way. Although, we can capture any other ship other then their ship.

 

[RC 212]

[member=Detorin] [member="Ark Tallen"] @Jaster of clan Awaud [member="Wanderer EXO"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Tyranus Collik"]​

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Location: Control Center​

Objective: Coordinate Allied forces​

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Vassara raised an eyebrow at the statement. She was not fond of pirates, particularly ones that resisted and killed half of the boarding crew. Still she was a young Jedi, just beginning to discover the path of the force. What was that they said in the Jedi code, something about mercy. Frak it, it didn't matter any-ways.

As she keyed the comms, a little perturbed she spoke softly.

"Patience and mercy are virtues my friend. I'm not in total agreeance with this but you seem to have a good head on your shoulders so I'll trust your judgement. I will require two things though. I need you to plant a tracker on that vessel, otherwise I cant redirect the deckcannons as I wont have their ID tags."

Vassara manipulated the panel some more, her vivid blue eyes scanning the vectors of fire. They were in section One Alpha. With a few taps she averted the cannons, forcing them to fire on the outer edges of the vector, leaving them a neat little tunnel.

"After that proceed to the central hangar. There's a ship I have great interest in. It's said to be here, a Privateer Class Frigate named the Dark Runner. Take what forces you have and secure it. I have other agents working on the launch codes. Good hunting brother, Raxis out!"

Vassara leaned back, opening the datapad on her wrist and plugging it into the console. As soon as the tracker came online she would upload the signature, making sure the fire control systems identified it as friend and not foe. A spacers word was their honor, and honor went a long way.

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

So, Zandra had no idea what was really going on. She'd been drinking, then all of a sudden they were running, and now they were in the hangar, someone was shot and she was still drunk.

"Oi, oi, oi... yer all too loud still," she grumbled, swaying on the spot, "My heads killing meh..."

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Vassara Raxis"] ( Also vassara, I thought of something but I'll tell you it in a PM )
Alright....I'll be their in..........a minute

Tyranus jumped down from the dropship and placed a tracker on the ship. He turns to Werlda and sighs then he speaks. His voice calm but with a slight different tone.

Ni ceta, a Ni ganar at narir a striilir bat gar likr bid gar liser eyaytir ( Sorry, but I have to put a tracker on you ship so you can escape )

Tyranus says then afterwards he turns around and gathers up some of his troops and he prepares to go to the central hanger. He reloads his rifle and puts his helmet back on.

Atba'iy at slanar at Kave Sa'na. Hopefully mhi malyasa'yr haa'taylir solus ashi tug'yc. ( Gotta go to the Central Hanger. Hopefully we will see each other again. )

He pauses awaiting a response.

 

[Ryan]

Then the fighting was over. The Captain's eyes disingaged from the souled spots on his trousers and boots to the immidiate surroundings. Death was unleashed here, enough to force the invaders to preach a deal. Violence solves everything and today the feroucisnous of their tenacity has played out in the Drea's crew's favor. He could feel the pain now, his side burned from the blaster bolt but that was not the wound that hurt the most. The chunk of meat that was missing from his leg brought him teach clenching agony.

He didn't have much time to ponder of such trivial matters, the issue at hand with the intruders was still very fluid and they had been given a quick gap to make a hasty retreat. A good captain new when to fight and when to run. Right now, it was time to run. "Avast me hearties!" Serg would command the crew to stop and pay attention. Knowing full well such orders would not exactly work on the [member="Tiktok The Cook"] who was savagely caving in a soldier's skull with just a ladle.

With a quick twitch of his thumb he would switch the settings on his DL-44 blaster to stun. Without hesitation he drew the pistol upon the sociopathic furball and fired a precision stun bolt. The attack should knock Tiktok out, a action that was justified to make this quick peace more cemented with out having to try and talk the little beast down from his violent rampage. Just much simpler to shoot him and deal with the aftermath later. Plus, the bastard bit him and deserved to be shot.

"We take this deal! [member="Khrad"] grab Tik and the rest of ya to the ship" The captain gave his command as he slowly lifted himself off the wall, placing all the weight on his left leg. "MOVE NOW !" There was no time to make nice with the folks that were letting them go. It was time to bug out. Serg would the begin to limp towards his beautiful ship, The Drea's Revenge with its infamous Skull shape bridge. Home was just in reach.

[member="Tyranus Collik"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Ombo"] [member="Valkresh"] [member="Vassara Raxis"] [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]