The Finding of Kathlan Station

[Werdla Dardalab]

"Nayc o'er vod, mhi liser shi atiniir gurire du'car. Narir va bintar oya'karir bic meh val ta'na gar, ner Creyar ganar a nuh'la ta'yr be presur, meg kar'taylir meg bic malyasa'yr cuyir arida at."

This was utterly true. If whoever was calling the shots wanted to send someone after them that was all well and good, but they'd be mental to think the Drea's Revenge was going to just leave the tracking device on there. If it was Tyranus they sent, he may as well know that whatever he was tracking, it wouldn't be the ship, and he might as well not bother.. The crew of the Drea's Revenge were a funny sort, with a funny sense of humour, and given enough time to think about it, might attach the tracker to anything.

Positioning herself on [member="Serg Leone"] 's right side, in case he needed something to lean on, regardless of the fact that she wasn't precisely steady herself, the Mando gave [member="Tyranus Collik"] a wave.

"Ret vod! K'oyacyi!"

The Mando grabbed the tracker as they entered the ship. If she tossed it now, Tyranus' boss would know he'd given up the game, so it would have to stay with them at least till they were out of sight. It wasn't like it would eb doing anything a pair of eyes couldn't until then.

"They reckon they'll miss us."

She commented with a grin to her Captain.

"I figure we hold onto it and let them think he's done his job till we skip outta sight, then see who can come up with the best thing t'stick it on. A nice surprise for anyone what wants t'chase us down."

 

[Tiktok The Cook]

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

The rabid little skunk ewok was busy gnawling on some unfortunate soldiers ankle, being kicked around while the soldier screamed. He had almost worked his way through the guys meaty ankle before he felt a sudden shock. His eye went wide and his mouth drooped open and drewl began to pool. The Ewok had lost all control over himself as the stun bolt, worse yet it caused him to void himself all over the place. On the plus side Tik felt how he felt when he had eatten to many of the brightly colored mushrooms he found nutritious and he was thinking of best nutritious recipes to feed the crew. Soldier leg roast was on top of the list.

 

[Ombo]

Ombo immediately switched to the incoming soldiers, still consumed by rage. He had made short work of the man's mechanical arm, but surprising use of the force, while untrained no less, was hard to get through. It was obvious that if he were to be fighting Jedi and Sith, with their apparent infinite energy and command of the force, he would either need his own training or some countermeasure against the force. He mulled over these thoughts as he ripped a man in half with his fira and spun around, impaling a wookiee. Unlike @Velkrash , this wookiee was absolutely no match for Ombo, as was the rest of the squad. He made his way towards [member="Tyranus Collik"] again, this time with a trail of bodies behind him.

Currently, the man was facing away from him, apparently conversing with [member="Werdla Dardalab"] in some other language. He prepped himself, this time even more determined to rip him limb from limb and bathe in his blood. He jumped in the air silently, spinning downward onto the man in a elegant twirl of death, aiming to slice him in half vertically with one fira, horizontally with the other. If all went as planned, the man would be left in nice quarter pieces for [member="Tiktok The Cook"] to make into a stew. It would be the only stew he would enjoy eating.

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Ombo"] [member="Werdla Dardalab"]
Hopefully eak catnat, ret'urcye mhi! ( Hopefully one day soon, goodbye! )

Tyranus quickly rolled out of the way, breathing deeply from the sudden surprise. He turned back towards Wedla.

Pas, liser gar juha kaysh gurire!? ( Hey, can you call him off? )

He turned towards Ombo again and began to speak his voice calm.

One, why are you mad at me? Two, I am letting you guys escape so get on your ship and leave. Third, why did you attack me so fiercely, If I had know Wedla was a Mando I wouldn't have attacked you.

He turned away from him and began to walk to the central hanger to the ship his boss told him to get to. He continues to walk, slowly but awaiting a response. His men crowded around him stepping over the bodies.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Could she call him off? Maybe? She cast a glance over at [member="Serg Leone"], technically calling people off was the Captains job, but the small crew was heavily outgunned, and although they'd been doing damned well to hold their own for so long, with the number of reinforcements available to their enemy, and the truly vast number of weapons, plus the fact that one of the crew was drunk, two were injured, and one was a lunatic at the best of times, the odds were not exactly in their favour if they kept fighting.

"[member="Ombo"], lets go! Cap'n says haul it so we haul it. Hain't no point fighting the Strill anyway, find out who set the bloody thing on you and go for them instead."

[member="Tyranus Collik"] had a comm unit, and was taking directions from that. Better to find who was calling the shots and show up one day when they weren't expecting it. Besides, as much as she wasn't going to say it out loud because it smacked of dishonour, better to have a friend in your enemies camp than one less quasi-enemy. Still, Herd before Honour.

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Werdla Dardalab"]
Thanks

He chuckles slightly at her comment about him because, to him it was kinda funny. He waves towards her and gives a smile. After a few seconds he turns around and continues to walk down the corridor towards the central hanger. He had no idea what he was looking for so he guessed he would find out. Tyranus was glad that he had finally met another Mando after such a long time of seclusion on his captor's planet both as a slave and general. He took his helmet off and put it under his left arm and continued to walk. He grabs a pistol from his right thigh in his right hand but he doesn't move his fingers to the trigger he just holds it casually in his hand, keeping a tight grip on it but having no intention of shooting anybody else. After all, enough people had died today.....no more dead people had to be on his hands and hopefully not on anymore people's hands.

 

[Ombo]

Ombo blinked his fishy eyes in surprise. Nobody could have possibly dodged that, not even a force user. Maybe the man got lucky, having been stepping forward before he even let the ground. Still, Ombo should have been going fast enough to catch up to him while he was rolling........

The voice of [member="Werdla Dardalab"] brought him back to the moment. She was right. His primary objective was to get off the station alive, and it would be better to go after a real Sith, not this Mando. He wasn't even Imperial, let alone a Sith. Plus, if he picked every fight with every force user, he might run across somebody who was better than him. Better to pick the right battle than to pick all the battles. Still, he couldn't muster enough courage to look back as he headed towards the ship with [member="Serg Leone"] and the rest of the crew,

 

[Jaster Awaud]

A buzz came over the radio, "Sir this is Caption De'ser, we have forces in the engineering room."

"Good job Captian," Jaster moved around the now cluttered bridge, he crossed to the helmsman, "Keep all forces in there and turn the main power off, I'm landing the cruiser in the hanger to take the battle to them."

"Roger that sir." The radio turned off.

(Taking control of engeneering-- Objective Compleat)

Jaster turned to the helmsman, "Son land us now." The pilot nodded and took control to ship. Jaster walked down the corridors to the landing pad. There a group of 200 Mandilorian Mariens were there waiting for him. The ship entered the hanger bay next the the ships there, the landing pad opened and Jaster and his men had Pirates rain down blaster fire. Jaster was struck a few times but they did not penetrate his armor. Jaster pulled out his double sided vibroblade and slew Pirates. He picked up a few and throw them into cargo container and landed ships. 'This is fun!' Jaster thought.

 

[Nej Tane]

Nej hated the ship sometimes. He loved working on it, it was a fantastic ship. It had been modified, and for the most part, cleaned. Nej however, was dirty as can be. He emerged from the bowels of the ship, in a plastic yellow environmental suit, screaming bloody murder. He was covered in....refuse. The central vacuum system had been clogged up, and it was his job, as the new mechanic, to fix it. He hated wookies. He hated having an Ewok, a Wookie, and two women and an abundance of alcohol and all the problems from it. Nej was screaming the whole time, as he peeled off the suit, and set it in the garbage disposal area, to be jettisoned near the closest star.



Because, it was a pretty crappy suit at the moment.

Shuddering, Nej turned and idly sat by, waiting in the ship's cockpit. He wondered if [member="Serg Leone"] would ever let him fly the ship. He used to be a smuggler, after all. Serg had hired him and sent him down below to do repairs, he didn't even know if the crew was aware of his existence. Nej knew he was going to cry himself to sleep tonight, after having to clean he removed from the bowels (heh) of the ship. Nej, patiently waited for the others to come.

 

[Ryan]

Location: Aboard the Drea's Revenge (Still in the hangar)
Friends:

Spoiler

• [member="Valkresh"]
• [member="Ombo"]
• [member="Khrad"]
• [member="Tiktok The Cook"]
• [member="Werdla Dardalab"]
• [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]
• [member="Nej Tane"]

Foe: Everyone Else that gets in our way of leaving @Jaster of clan Awaud
Objective: Bug OUT

The Captain and Lal were the first to enter the ship VIA the main ramp. He turned his head just in time to see another transport land and disembark a slough of mandalorian mercenaries that kicked the combat up to full notch once more. Guess the cease fire didn't last that long. "Get to the ventral turret and lay wast to em! Seems your new bf doesn't have complete word for em all!" Serg hissed his commands to the mandalorian woman who practically carried him this far. And now the captain was giving her an order to slaughter her cultural brethren. Not a task to take lightly but Mandos have infamously fought many wars on opposite sides as mercs.

Captain Leone would then shrug his beloved warrioress from underneath his left shoulder to get moving. "I can handle myself from here"

"LETS GO LADS, THIS BOAT IS TAKING OFF!" Serg would yell back to his crew who should be making a rush to the ship. Serg would hobble as fast as he could towards the bridge, nearly running over Nej who was outfitted in a bio suit. Any other given day the captain would of taken his time to insult the man in some witty manner but this was not the day.

"Nej I need you in the engine room and divert power from where we can spare to shields. We are going to be Bugging out Hot!" He informed the new mechanic, his tone was of urgency and demanded obedience without question.

Once in the cockpit Serg would wast no time firing up the old girl. He snarled knowing how much she hated a cold start and with out a proper pre flight check this was going to be a risking take off. His leg was still bleeding, his side ached from being shot but right now his heart and soul was to the safety of his crew, his family and nothing was going to stop him from keeping them safe. He was running on pure adrenaline.

With a few flips of and taps of switches The Drea's revenge would come to life, her twin ion engines shuddered with the cold start but hummed the tune that her master loved so much the tune of a successful engine start and nothing sounded better in a escape run. Another few switches and a holographic data screen popped up. It was an automatize control panel for the ventral loading ramp's blaster canon. He targeted to The Mandalorian Marines and let the weapon rip into em to give cover fire for his crew to make the ship.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: The Drea's Revenge
Friends: Crew, Tyranus
Enemies: Everyone between them and out
Objective: Use the guns to clear the floor for their get away, don't pass out

Well, if the opposition had a Mando on their side, chances were he'd been hired, which meant the rest of the forces probably were as well, and mercenaries were notorious for not following orders. Very nearly as bad as pirates. 'La took the the renewed attack philosophically.

"Yes Cap'n!"

With the Captain moving on his own, and new orders, the Mando made her way to the aforementioned turret. She still weaved distressingly when she walked, and her vision was doing an interesting new fading in and out trick, but it would probably be fine. Spitting blood on the floor, she dropped down into the turret. Seating herself, she looked through the sight as she took a firm grip on the controls. There were definitely more than a hundred guys out there out of nowhere. This was all sorts of overkill, but it just showed that you needed quality over quantity as the Drea's Revenge continued to kick ass, never bothering to take names.

With a mental shrug as her vision darkened once more, La opened fire. It was always better not to fight with her fellow Mandos, but the Herd came first. Honour, Duty, Family, all these things came after protecting the Herd. With the number of enemy reinforcements out there, it was literally impossible for her to miss. A turret made for ship to ship combat was not the sort that any being just shrugged off, not even in armour.

As La continued to blast away, she hoped [member="Serg Leone"] got them out of this soon. And that other guy. The new mechanic. She had no idea what his name was, but he'd likely be dead within the week, so it didn't matter. Hopefully they didn't wind up eating this one.

[member="Nej Tane"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud "]

 

[Ombo]

Ombo wasted no time getting onto the ship. If he was being forced to leave, he was leaving fast. He cleared his way through the soldiers quickly, slicing off a few heads as he ran past the reinforcements. He heard a small whine and than a giant WHUFF WHUFF WHUFF as someoe, probably [member="Werdla Dardalab"] , blasted away at the troops. He took advantage of the chaos to duck into the ship and making a beeline towards his stash of food. He [member="Tiktok The Cook"] wouldn't be on for a few more seconds. He may have been a fish, but chocolate was too good to pass up.


After grabbing his snack, he made his way down to the hold. The ship smelled much better, probably because of the new mechanic. Ombo had seen 7 mechanics come and go, and no one wanted to tell [member="Nej Tane"] what had happened to them. Hopefully he wouldn't find out.

 

[Tyranus]

Location: Hanger
Objective: Re-secure hanger and get to Central Hanger
Enemies [member="Jaster of clan Awaud "]Manolarion mercenaries
Allies: Mercenary squad,[member="Werdla Dardalab"]
Uhh, who are they......will They think we are pirates for some reason and......Who hired them? I know i didn't......soldiers take cover behind the crates and begin to open fire we must get to the central hanger

Tyranus yelled at his soldiers as blaster fire came his way, he rolled to the cover of a crate and he looked over the cover for a brief second and then he saw it....a explosive barrel. If he could just roll it towards the new enemies and have somebody fire upon it....oh would it be all the more fairer. Tyranus ran out from his cover and then slid along the ground to another cover taking some fire to his body armor but other then that, he was mostly fine except for a blaster shot in his left arm. He crouched down slightly behind the cover and walked slowly to a explosive barrel, he grabbed it with both hand and threw it towards the group of Mandalorion marines and it landed near a group of marines along with one more explosive barrel. Tyranus grabbed his E-11 blaster from his back and tried to reload it, suddenly it broke into pieces. Tyranus mutters under his breath.

This is what I get for using old tech

He throws the parts of the rifle to the side and grabbed his pistol and aimed it towards the barrel and fired. He darted his eyes to Werdla then to some explosive barrels trying to give her a hint to shoot at it.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: aboard the Drea's Revenge, ventral turret, in the Hangar
Enemies: Jaster & co
Allies: Crewmates, Tyranus
Objective: Keep enemies away from ship and exit path clear, do not shoot allies, do not pass out

As her vision slowly came back, and wasn't that nice now if only this damned nosebleed would stop, Werdla saw that [member="Tyranus Collik"] and his men were back in the hangar and engaging [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"] and his troops. Well. That was unexpected. So were the two not allies then? She'd rather assumed that they'd been hired by the same person, but perhaps not. It was good to have allies, though now she was going to have to aim the turret a little better. She felt a bit bad about the fact that as soon as [member="Serg Leone"] got the ship prepped they'd be gone, leaving their new ally to deal with the mess, but perhaps she could even the odds a bit before that happened. For all that a death in battle was not such a bad thing for a Mando, she did still owe him a drink.

She'd been keeping an eye on him to make sure she didn't accidentally shoot him as the turret moved in lazy arcs, laying down a field of death, so she did actually notice when he started rolling barrels around. Very good, La liked things that went boom, and new from experience that having one of those things blow up at you was less than fun. Rotating the turret, she opened fire on the barrels. Where it took a few shots with a blaster to cause them to explode, with the heavier turret, it took only one, and when she could actually see, one was all she needed.

Another wave of light headedness and nausea rolled over her. Grimacing, La swallowed several times, Smacking the comm unit on the wall to open a line to the bridge.

"If you could limp a little faster Cap'n... As much as a girl usually appreciates you takin' your time.. This would be a good situation for quick and dirty."

 

[Tyranus]

[member="Werdla Dardalab"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]
Tyranus smiled slightly as he saw the barrels explode and kill a number on the hostile Mandalorions. Even though he didn't want to kill them, he had to kill them to live...it was different when he met Werdla because she was the first Mandalorion he had ever seen and he didn't know she was a Mano. He sent a comma back to Vassara.

Uh...Vas we have a mandalorion problem here, did you hire mercenaries or no......I hope not because....*crackle*......Me and my men are....*Blaster fire and another crackle and explosion*....firing upon them

Once he ended the comma a blaster shot struck him in the right arm making him lose grip of his pistol. He crawled over to the pistol and picked it back up and he put his mechanical hand to his wound blood leaking over the mechanical hand. He continued to fire upon the hostiles. He soon began to cover for Werdla's crew trying to keep the Mando's away from them.

Men.....keep the mandos away from the ship so they can escape.

 

[RC 212]

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

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When the news came through that there was still a battle below Vassara paused. She hadn't counted on Jaster trying to kill this particular crew and gritted her teeth. She was annoyed, but it was not his fault. Battle lines were blurred, and no one really knew what was happening. Outside pirates were getting smashed to bits.

Inside they were fighting for their lives.

Vassara tapped her earpiece, opening a link to Jaster.

"Jaster stand down please. An accord has been struck with the particular crew your men are engaging. I need you to shift focus and secure the main hangar. The man you're attacking is my ally, and is tasked with the same mission."

 

[Tyranus]

A blast shot struck his right arm again. He leaned against a large rectangular barricade as a medic came over to him and began to wrap up his wounds. He holds his pistol in his left hand and his men continue to aim their guns at the marines but they stop firing. Tyranus couches once he arm is wrapped up and he crouches beneath the barricades trying to avoid any attention to him. He orders his men to stop.

Men we NEED to complete our objective for the central hanger so hurry it up.....although a few of you stay back and protect the other crew with me and we will meet at the central hanger.

A large part of his force goes towards the central hanger as Tyranus and a few of his other soldiers take up their defensive positions again and begin to fire upon them, without any knowledge of [member="Jaster of clan Awaud "]being a possible ally.

 

[Khrad]

Location: Aboard Dhrea's Revenge
Allies: The Crew
Enemies: None right now
Goals,: get away from Tiktok before he wakes up.

Khrad had followed orders, grabbing the little furball and following the crew to the ship. The lizard hissed at any of the soldiers that got too close. He was itching to keep killing, but he tried his best to keep himself in check. Dead men didn't collect credits. When he entered the ship, he made his way to the foul smelling galley and unceremoniously dumped the furball he was carrying on the floor. Then the Trandoshan headed for his room.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

"Sir, command says to stand down," said one of the radio operators, "they are our allies."

Jaster hit one more soldier, he flew into cargo container. Jaster turned to the radio operator, "Fine." He turned his men to the main hanger, "leave the Pirates, they wish to leave the battle feild."

They rushed tword the main hanger.

 

[Tyranus]

@Jaster of clan Awaud
Meg cuyir gar? Narir Vassara ta'na gar? ( Who are you? Did Vassara send you? )

Tyranus asked questionably standing up and ordering his men to stand down, he and his men also began to walk towards the hallway. He takes off his helmet and looks towards Jaster, he wipes sweat from his brow and tucks his helmet under his left arm. He walks with his men until he orders him to stop at the intersection leading to the central hanger. He continued to star at Jaster, awaiting a response. Tyranus wipes blood from his right shoulder, then he gets a comma from his mercanary group.

Sir, the hanger has been secured.

Good job Sergeant, secure the ship and await for my arrival.