The Great Reclamation [ Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Mygeeto ]

[Vora Kaar]

Objective: I
Location: Jygat
Allies: Mandalorian Empire; [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Oron Verd"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Kadala Skirata"]
Enemies: Dar'manda Forces
Post: 6/20

The voice killed me. I knew exactly who it was when my name was spoken. A voice covered in fear, anger, and love. The voice hurt me as though I were being judged, and punished all at once. My father could see what I had done. He saw the way I had fought. He could see the darkness within me. Turning my eyes only to him, I could see his bright armor was now covered in soot and blood of his foes. His body was still taller than my own. His broad shoulders were still large and imposing to me. Letting the lightsabers turn off, They snapped out of existence.

"What have you done?"
"What I needed to do."
"And what was that?"
"Fight."

The silence killed me. My father didn't approve. At this exact moment, My heart was torn. Unable to decide what I should do. Let him continue seeing what I had done, or to fall into his arms like a child that I had once been. To try and hide from this war. But the faces of the men who I had killed today flashed over and over in front of my eyes. As though I were watching a movie of how they died. Attaching the lightsabers to my belt, I kept a hold of the crimson lightsaber. Keeping it with me, I let my hand open and calling upon the force, My helmet came to my hand from across the way. I grabbed the dome. Looking at my father.

"I have seen war, Father. And I don't like it."

Raising my hand, I wiped the blood from my face and used some of my healing skills to stop the bleeding for now. However, it was still fresh and hurt. Sliding the helmet over my head, I clasped the pieces of armor together. Many were calling for people to break the line. Turning away from the man who I had once coveted with my life, turning away from the figure who had influenced my life the most, turning away from my childhood, I faced towards my destiny. I stopped for one second to look over my shoulder to speak one last word to my father.

"Remember me."

I walked away. Not turning back as I began to form a group with [member="Kadala Skirata"], and [member="Keira Ticon"]. The two women were currently talking about assaulting their stronghold. As I walked, I focused upon my self. Trying to gather the force within me once more. Revitalizing myself. I had to become stronger. I had to fight this threat. And I would do so. Drawing my lightsaber, my lightsaber. I activated the crimson blade with the glow lighting the ground where the plasma blade almost touched as I responded back to them. Looking to both of them in turn as the bodies between us lay fallen dead, or in the process of letting go of their ghost.

"Go ahead and go around. It will give us the tactical advantage. Just watch out for those AA. We don't know if they are using mortars in conjunction with them. Vod Ticon, Let me join you. Break their defenses with force. Let us be like the raging oceans upon planets. Crushing down upon them and letting them fend for their lives among the sea of 'Manda'lor's Might.'"

I could feel my strength returning as this three man army would rain down upon them. I will become Manda'lor's Fist. I will fight for him, and for the ideals of our massive family. My armor was scratched up and scorch marks from blaster bolts were apparent. A few chips were in my armor from them being broken off in my onslaught. I would have to replace the armor with something more suitable soon. Either way, I moved towards the woman who was known for her prowess within the force.

"I hope you don't mind my joining. Wanting to kick the creature while its down to prevent another battle,"

My lightsaber snapped to life once more. The blade glowing and ready to cleave into my foes that stood between me, and the end of this fight.

"And every one after that."

 

[Marcus Itera]

Objective: II - Eliminate Anti-Air assets
Location: Near Anti-Air Batteries
Allies: [member="Xander Carrick"], The Mandalorian Empire
Foes: Dar'manda
Post: [02/20]

If his mom could've seen him now, she would have flipped. Her son, jumping out of a perfectly good gunship. No para-foil, nothing. Just a jump-pack, grav boots, and all the luck he could possibly muster in under a minute. Actually, he didn't even really know when he was supposed to deploy the repulsors in his boots to slow his descent so he didn't frakking splatter across the ground like a damned crimson raindrop.

"Six hundred meters. Deploy your boots at four hundred, then the jump pack at two hundred. Should be slow enough to use little boosts here and there to guide yourself down. Just try to move fast so those light cannons can't pick us out of the sky."

Marcus sighed with relief. "What would I do without you?"

"Die."

A gust of air knocked into his chest, forcing his coming words back into his mouth. The readout on his HUD had the distance from the ground in bright red numbers, and they were dropping fast. The IFF mapping had thirty or so suits registered and they were all dropping with him. Thirty or so. Some of them must've been hit by the heavy flak on the way down. Damn.

Four hundred meters came about and Marcus angled his feet down, triggering the repulsor mechanisms. His descent towards the charred earth slowed exponentially and he caught a glimpse of pockmarks in the sky. Dark clouds of shrapnel. Some little chunks of metal pinged off of his armor, though thankfully none of them penetrated.

Then two hundred meters.

The jump pack came to life upon command. He kept dropping and dropping, easing on the throttle until he finally zipped past several large buildings. All of them were either abandoned or half destroyed from friendly Mandalorian artillery, but of all of them were devoid of any life - or so he hoped. Civilian casualties were things he wanted to avoid at all costs.

The earth came at him fast. One last clutch of the throttle and his gravity boots thumped hard against the ground.

Awesome.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

Location: Jygat
Enemies: Everyone
Objective: Eat. Munch. Chomp.


Jygat, the Shining capital city. A place now crawling with armored fools. Roaring the De'Nochsax rampaged through squads of Dar'Manda and those of the Mandalorian Empire. There was no difference in Javiks mind. They all looked like his tormentors and with the rapid consumption of flesh and brain matter a chemical was being released throughout the Giants entire being. Now he was head straight for another group! Several figures in his vision were now going to regret. Picking up a large Speeder shaped car Javik hurled the object toward the group of Armored people.

[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
[member="Oron Verd"]
[member="Keira Ticon"]
[member="Zef Halo"]

 

[Darth Rixas]

Objective: I
Allies: Mandalorian Empire, [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Zephyr Carrick"]
Enemies: Dar'manda Mongrels; Possibly, [member="Javik Quar-Kai"]

It had not taken much to catch his eye, not in this place, where the rot of broken dar'mandas littered the ground like ill-scattered trash and the iron-wrought stench of blood began to settle over the area like a coating of insubstantial snow, something Oron seemingly basked in- feeling a welcoming sensation sink into his being mixed with a jolt of unmistakable stimulus, a combination of emotion that resulted in something like arousal as his wide, crazed eyes overlooked the battlefield. Battle gave him drive, instilling him with the clarity to whether storms to create moments where he could swim in a tide full of breakneck waves with apparent ease.

Such focus was why the appearance of a De'Nochsax stilled Oron's crimson gaze as he glared at the foreign creature behind his buy'ce. As he had done so for numerous species, Oron read about Dathomir's gargantuan mole-species yeas ago. They were extremely intelligent, resilient, and most importantly- destructive.

The formerly courageous dar'manda had were retreating from the battlefield, whilst the De'Nochsax approached. Was he to stall the Crusaders in the scheme of a larger plan being devised? If so, what reason did it have to align with renegades and possibly sustain injury or death for them? Then a sardonic smile laced Oron's mouth as he witnessed the Giant rampage, plowing through Crusaders and dar'manda alike. It appeared insane, something that usually manifested from rapid brain tissue consumption.

He pursed his weapons, turning to see an approaching [member="Zephyr Carrick"] enter the fray. Nodding, the dark knight turned his attention back to the giant then as the ten meter beast wrought havoc to the present forces. Then time seemed to stop as Oron paused and the creature turned to inspect the party. He looked into the dim, blind sockets of the Giant, attempting to discern whatever pleasure it could possibly feel during it's streak of destruction, but the moment fleeted in an instant as the lunacy of the beast became apparent. Effortlessly it gripped a speeder vehicle and without insomuch a grunt, heaved the car across the yard towards the group. In the moment afterwards, Oron lifted a hand, discharging an emerald Force Sphere from his palm with an animated, high-pitched foomp! The conjured energy flew upwards, leaving a trail of smoky energy in its wake as it intercepted the vehicle at the peak of its toss, exploding the car on impact, birthing an explosion that harmlessly settled its flame and debris between the two parties. He activated his comm then, speaking his wishes to his closest allies.

"I would like for us to detain him, for conversion to our cause." Oron started before pulling a saberstaff hilt from his belt. "But if thats not possible, well. He's just another obstacle."

And the greater an obstacle the more glory to be had in overcoming it.

[3/20]

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: I
Location: Jygat
Allies: Mandalorian Empire; [member="Isley Verd"]; [member="Oron Verd"]; [member="Keira Ticon"]; [member="Zephyr Carrick"]; [member="Belis Verd"]; [member="Kadala Skirata"]
Enemies: Dar'manda Forces; [member="Javik Quar-Kai"]
Post: 5/20

​It did not take long for Zef to use his grav boots once again in order to get back where the Mandalorian forces were now advancing vigorously against the retreating groups of dar'manda. He was able to discern the figures of a young Mandalorian that went by the family name of Carrick going around and executing foes. The rest that he knew were doing the same as they forced the dar'manda to retreat further back and leaving the bridge in complete control of the Mandalorian forces to use and enter the city of Jygat.

It seemed everything was going to plan, their ferocity was giving results but a large spot on his T-visor made him turn and look towards where Oron was having his eyes upon. A large, ugly creature was holding a whole vehicle in its grasp and threw it with barely any effort at the Mandalorians. Zef observed as Oron utilised his skills in the Force to eradicate the threat from their vicinity. Yet, the beast would be a problem that would simply waste their time on advancing furthermore.

"I would like for us to detain him, for conversion to our cause."

"I don't know what that is, I for sure ain't gonna stop shooting to kill it. A few of us have to take this beast down while the others proceed with our initiative against the dar'manda. " Zef said through the comm as he reloaded his verpine shatter pistols ready to take on the beast along with Oron Verd. It'd be the first time he would be fighting such a large monstrosity. May Luck be on Zef's side.

 

[Vora Kaar]

Objective: I
Location: Jygat
Allies: Mandalorian Empire; [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Oron Verd"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Kadala Skirata"]
Enemies: Dar'manda Forces, [member="Javik Quar-Kai"],
Post: 7/20

The men came around us. Everyone was now starting to come up with attack plans on how we would take out the rest of these Dar'manda. However, as I had turned to look at another Mandalorian, I could see out of the side of my vision a speeder in air coming for us really fast. It was one of those moments where you see something happening. Its going to happen, and no matter what you did, it wasn't going to stop. That was me at this exact moment. I didn't have anything to push back the force of the speeder with. Trying my absolute best, I dove underneath the speeder and landing chest and face first onto the dirty ground.

The speeder scraping the armor just above my calves and slamming into the ground behind me. Holy kark was that close. Laying there, I looked up and put my arm in a down push up position. The coms were live with about this beast that had decided to attack us. Slowly standing up, Zef Halo had decided that he would be fighting this beast.

I smiled brightly as I grabbed my lightsaber. Using my off hand to wipe the dirt from my t-visor, I spoke to him in turn.

"You have my lightsaber Zef."

Bringing the weapon forward in a standard Shi-cho lightsaber stance, I looked over this being who towered over everything. As much as I may have not wanted to, It was going to be my job to help take down this being. Likely the rest of the troops would be forcing and pushing in on the Dar'Manda that were trying to fortify their defenses.

"May the force be with us."

 

[Darth Metus]

Objective: I - Last Stand
Allies: The Mandalorian Empire - [member="Oron Verd"], [member="Zephyr Carrick"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Kadala Skirata"], [member="Zef Halo"]
Enemies: The Dar'manda Horde
[ 5/20 ]

Retreat.

To utter such a word was taboo: a literal sin in the eyes of the Mandalorians. It spoke of defeat — of abandoning that which burned in their veins. Thus did the lost souls cement their damnation, for the order was eagerly received across the Dar'manda Horde. By slaughter and retreat did their numbers at the Bridge dwindle: a glorified turning-tail in the hopes of making a last stand.

Isley grinned.

He allowed himself a small sum of satisfaction at the sight unfolding before his eyes. Devastation. Conquest. All wrought at the hands of his people. The Old Ways had come alive once more...but still there was work to be done. With but a click of his tongue, the Mand'alor commanded his beast to heel so that he might dismount. Crunch. His boots thudded upon the charred earth — yet another source of satisfaction. But then, his grin wavered ever so slightly. A monstrosity came into view: one which rampaged over Dar'manda and Crusader alike. Oron announced an intention to detain the beast, and both Zef Halo and the young Carrick rallied to this goal.

He had faith in his brother. Thus he did not hesitate to set his sights upon the glorified hovel.

"Let us break them, sister." Isley growled, his voice a metallic hiss. "Forward!"

His command rallied the shield-wall and those in their immediate vicinity. At once, they all began to stampede across the bridge until breaching the inner streets of the city. Then the "last stand" came into view: a line of Dar'manda ready behind a wall of cover. Speeders, debris, and whatever else was on hand had been thrown together to provide some semblance of defense against the assault. And before said "wall" were the few Basilisks in the possession of the Horde. A resounding roar of defiance left their mouths, and spurned forth by their Warlord did they open fire upon the Crusaders.

The shield wall held...but it would not last forever.

Fortunately enough [member="Kadala Skirata"] was in a position to flank. What's more, debris and [member="Keira Ticon"] blended beautifully.

 

[Darth Assimilus]

<< " You savages think you can tame me?!!!" >> Javiks voice projected aloud in the area though his mouth did not move. A form of Telepathy natural to his species. He was big on all fours but that was nothing compared to his height when he suddenly began to run like a Humaniod. Rushing the group of Mandos the De'Nochsaxs six arms all rose making fists. His assault of wild strikes came down apon them desperately attempting to snatch someone. One had to be careful of the beasts sharp claws and brute force behind his attacks.

Behind him his wing like appendages twitched and thick hairs raised on his back. Javiks tail whipped about frantically and hitting the Dar'Manda troops behind him.

<< " I should consume you all.." >>

[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
[member="Zef Halo"]
[member="Oron Verd"]

2/20

 

[Seanna Vel]

Location: Mygeeto's criminal underworld, undisclosed location in the capital city
Objective: Take it
Allies: The Black Tie Syndicate, Mandalorian Empire [member="Miss Blonde"]
Enemies: mmmm
6/20


Letting Miss Blonde do all the talking even then she didn't hold back a widen smirk upon her lips. Letting her eyes tell a different story also, one that told that there might be something to what Miss was saying to them. Waiting listening as if she was on clue to the fact that knowing what would be happening soon enough. Even so she waited knowing that her chance would come soon enough.

"Well gentlemen what my partner says is all true, these mandalorians aren't as forgiving even more so then the ones that took up residents on this planet. Now to add to this part, we can after all be your saving grace unless, you want to take your chances with those up there, go right a head. smirking as she let her eyes wonder upwards. Feeling or more then anything seeing the ceiling rattle a bit. As she knew that or did she for sure, as she looked up at one of her men that give her a wink from across the room. Just maybe he been keeping tabs on the battle above this whole time. After all what makes better men to hire then mandalorians themselves.

That part of her life she left out to most that didn't know her personality wouldn't know that of her father culture but she after all followed her own path. Even know as her eyes came back down to the other three in front of them. It was the way they look upon her as if to want to say more but didn't, this only brought another smirking grin.

So what will it be, work something out with us or just maybe take your chances with those monsters above.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Objective: 3
Allies: Medical Kindred Mandalorin Empire [member="Gael bar Ammon"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Kixi Rajki"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"]
Enemies: Those shooting at us
7/20


Busy was under statement as there came a flood of those from the battle field that was needing treatment. It was always in the back of her mind what if one of her children would need treatment or even her loving husband. Not knowing how to react to have all three of them out on the front lines. Knowing that there was no way of stopping them. All she could do was to follow what was going back at the field hospital. Even then she work with her team as the other field medic did the same. Even then the buzzing in and out of the medical speeder and ships in and out as there teams of surgeons came to be.

Either way she couldn't help but to wave her hand over to the next few steps. Wondering herself if there was even a bit of hope to the endless wounded. Even then she knew what needed to be done as soon as she would come the next wounded in. It was a amazing to see so many in the field come together with all there other medical personal. As she let herself go deep into healing.

Wondering how Kixi was doing on her own team. Came a thought that of this one named Ronin as much wanted to push him away from her daughter the fact remained that he wasn't going any where. Finding herself now blocking this out of her mind she would deal with it another time.

Only the fact that she heard Ronin voice once again on the commlink tht he was bring in more wounded.

 

[Kadala Kotyc]

OBJECTIVE: 1; The Last Stand
LOCATION: Streets of Jygat
ALLIES: Mandalorians {[member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Isley Verd"]] | @Anyone at objective 1}
ENEMIES: Dar'Manda
{4/20}
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The quiet made her skin crawl. It filled her, burned her, tore into her. Even the sound of her own footsteps were not enough to shift the silence. Neither was the pounding in her ears, the noise of blood rushing through her body. Some would find the empty space to be comforting. But not her. There was a reason she was always aching for a fight, a reason for the anger, the pain. And the quiet reminded her. Reminded her of the nights where she could not sleep without the fear of death lingering over her. Days where every little sound could be another arena combatant ready to kill her, to slit her throat, to stab her in the back, without even a moment of hesitation.

It was the curse that came with an eidetic memory. She could never forget a lesson learned, but she could never rid herself of the bad thoughts. They were stuck with her. And so, with every moment that passed, with every step she took, the need to find combat again heightened. If she was stuck in the quiet for too long, she feared that she would lose herself to it. That wasn't an option she was willing to consider- she wasn't going to give in to the past. Especially not when the future was extending its hand out to her. Especially not now.

"Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for thou art with me," Kadala murmured, reaching a hand into one of her belt pockets, grasping something within it, and holding onto it as if it was the only thing tying her to existence. Maybe it was, in some ways. It gave her strength, something she desperately needed. Then, before she moved on, she let herself cherish the gift given to her by her memory. She saw her mother again. Remembered the feeling of her embrace, and remembered the promise she had made to her. "I will bring us honor, mother. I will make you so very, very proud of me."

Her prayers were answered a moment later, delivered in the form of a blaster bolt slamming into her chest. Not all the dar'manda had retreated. At the time, she did not know whether the attacker had simply refused to follow orders, of if they had stayed behind for another reason. But that did not matter to her. What mattered was that she was going to tear them apart- if only to silence the quiet.

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Objective: II Prove self to [member="Xander Carrick"] (buir0
Location: Artillery Forces
Allies: [member="Ronin Wendigo"], The Mandalorian Empire [member="Marcus Itera"]
Enemies: Dar'manda
8/20

Coming up on the thick of the firing in the distance she could see her father [member="Xander Carrick"] making his own way to the anti weapons. Pushing on with her team she knew that the ones above them was counting on them. Even so she was on her own mission that was to flank to the right with a group of mandalorian. This only caused her to want more then anything. Finding her in the thick of the battle to the fact that she had her comrades all around dropping she herself pushed on. Finding herself forming a barrier around her as the fire that was being brought down upon her bounced off. The two that was with her at this very moment, staying close to her heels being protected. Pushing herself to the limit couldn't help herself.

Before she could say a word there came in the distance like a whisper upon the force itself. Yes, I'm still safe, you keep yourself the same way.

Looking both of them on either side, before speaking clearly of what there goal was to be. That is went she pushed harder then she had before even then she made sure her own fire wasn't wasted. Finding herself able to take a few down a long the way. You ready, I want you to push harder then every before, I want that big boy taken down, Ripple I want you to have those charges ready at my word.

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Jygat
Objective: 1
Allies: [member="Kadala Skirata"], [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Zephyr Carrick"], [member="Oron Verd"], [member="Zef Halo"], Mandalorian Empire
Enemies: Dar'manda
(4/20)

Dark eyes took in the expanse of this supposed last stand, and Keira cracked her neck with two turns of her head, flexing her fingers and taking in a deep breath. For once these were odds she liked, something that was a rarity by itself. They had superior fighters on their side, and she would work that to every advantage she could. "I'm assuming the first targets are their Basilisks. If our wall breaks before I'm done taking care of the problem, I'd appreciate it if you covered me or pitched in. Until then, don't worry about it. I want to have some fun." This was something inside of her she hadn't been able to stretch for quite some time, and it was nice to have an excuse. Telekinetics were something of her specialty, after all.

Slowly she opened herself up to the surrounding chaos, allowing the high strung, varying emotions to make their way past the walls she usually kept partially raised to prevent things from becoming too much. Here and now, however, a less restrained touch than what was typical was required. A wrenching of her right hand to one side tore a speeder free from the makeshift cover that had been scrounged up, and without wasting any time she let it fly towards one of the bes'uliik, all without moving from where she stood near Isley. Both of her hands were then brought sharply inwards, tearing the guns of one war droid free from their moorings entirely, effectively disarming it for the moment. But the moment wasn't enough.

Momentarily her offensive ceased, and she fidgeted with the wrist rocket on her right forearm, kneeling and lining up the targeting systems of her HUD with the basilisk she had just finished with. After a few seconds she pulled the metaphorical trigger, launching the anti-vehicle class rocket at the intended target. Either way, regardless of where and how it connected, a lot of damage had just been done. The resounding explosion shook the ground momentarily, sending shrapnel flying outwards in all directions. "In case you're curious, that's the last of those I've got for now. But I think there's a big enough hole there, regardless." She rolled her right shoulder in order to work the recoil from her muscles. "It's a start."

 

[Kixi Rajki]

Objective: 3
Allies: Medical Kindred Mandalorin Empire [member="Gael bar Ammon"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Maya Carrick"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"]
Enemies: Those shooting at us
3/20

Kixi frantically worked on the wounded. She had no time to think of other things outside of the task at hand. The wounded kept flooding in one after the other. As she would finish with one, at least three more would be waiting treatment. Kixi barely knew which one too attend to first. She was however very great-full that her Master Maya Carrick had taught her how to use those micro organisms that lived in the Force. At least those had helped reduce the time she would need to spend on each patient, as once she had those doing their work healing one patient, she could move to the next.

Then she would get a wounded. An enemy trooper. He was clearly in pain.

"Let the scumbag die Jedi. Attend to us, we are more important." One of the others called out to Kixi

"We are all equal in the Force. I will attend to this man now and one done, I will get to you."

"You are doing the Empire a great disservice Jedi!"

"These are also my orders, if you have a problem with them, you can take it up later with Master Carrick."

Kixi then turned away and continued to work on her patient, ignoring the insults the soldiers that were on her side of this bloody war, however who were the ones yelling out at her.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Objective:3
Allies: Medical Kindred Mandalorin Empire [member="Gael bar Ammon"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Kixi Rajki"] [member="Runi Verin"]
Enemies: Those stopping us from working on the wounded.
9/10

In the flow of all there came for the part of the tent that she felt something was going down. So much that it was in the back of her mind. Only to be called over a commlink. Shaking her own head now as if to wonder just what she was going to be expecting. Wondering as she didn't want to disappoint anyone with her duty. Getting one of her junior staff to take over for the time being.

Shaking her head as she heard a few choice words before getting the two in her sight. Even so as she did so, knowing that those didn't really know her of yet. That was the bit thing of yet.

What seem to be the problem here, Looking them over sure they was wounded by not as critical as the one that Miss Kixi was taking care of at this moment in time. Following her eye as they tracked the one laying on the table in front of Kixi. Now came getting up into both of them as they started their spill upon her.


"It seem to me that your not badly hurt, yes I understand that this one is a Dar'manda, but Kixi is a Jedi for her to pass judgement isn't likely to happen. Also who sent you here please don't try and lie about this I know if your telling the truth.

Letting them fumble for words for a few more second, as both of them grabbed there helmet, Maybe I should beat your butts bloody so then you should be here, with those scratches you should still be having your vode back, not being cowards..

Giving them the eye before then started to try and pushed another enemy prisoner that was waiting to be treated. Coming up behind them in a moved that told of Maya strengh but how she would move so swiftly, before having them both on the ground making sure she felt or more less heard a finger pop. It wasn't his trigger finger so he was all good go.

I think you need to go back to your unit until your taking your last breath both of you, come back here again I will make sure I ..put in one of those critical wounded states.

Nodding to both of the guards to see them back turning back towards Kixi as she looked down at her patient.

Need a hand.

 

[Kixi Rajki]

Objective:3
Allies: Medical Kindred Mandalorin Empire [member="Gael bar Ammon"] [member="Xander Carrick"] [member="Ronin Wendigo"] [member="Maya Carrick"] [member="Runi Verin"]
Enemies: Those stopping us from working on the wounded.
4/20

Kixi paused as she observed Maya deal with the angry guards. She was subtle but at the same time straight to the point. Something Kixi really admired about the master. Had she not come, and the guards continued hindering Kixi's work, Kixi was certain that she would have lost her calm a lot quicker. That she noted to herself was the difference between a Master and a Knight.

"Thank you Master. I will be fine with this one too. We all have our hands full here at the moment. The interruption from those guards has already made you fall further behind in aiding your own patients. Once again thank you Master."

Kixi politely smiled and nodded to her Master before looking back down at her patient proceeded in mending his wounds.

 

[Kadala Kotyc]

OBJECTIVE: 1; The Last Stand
LOCATION: Approaching Command-Bank
ALLIES: Mandalorians {[member="Keira Ticon"] | @Anyone at objective 1}
ENEMIES: Dar'Manda
{5/20}
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Voices could be heard from nearby, sounding worried, desperate. It took a few moments for Kadala to even realize where they were coming from. That realization came with the sight of a blaster peeking around a corner, firing off a seemingly blind shot. A simple raising of her shield ensured that it wouldn't hit her. In the end, the bolt scraped the side of it, whizzing past her without doing any damage. What it do was let her know exactly which alleyway her new foes were hiding in. She still didn't know why they were there, but she still didn't care. They were enemies. If there were any reasons for her to pity them, she did not want to know them, lest they challenge her resolve. Thinking of them as mere obstacles in her way was the best option she could think of.

"-we gotta go, Jaster. I know you're... it's dangerous. That... any second now!" One of the voices said, only bits and pieces reaching the approaching warrior. Panic was even more clear in their tone than it had been just a few moments before. Their desperation was oddly intoxicating- it spurred Kadala forward even more. Made her long for the feel of their bones breaking beneath her hands all the more. The pain she had felt before was being channeled into anger, an age-old coping method as unhealthy as could be. But since when had she ever cared about taking care of herself? As much as she tried to protect herself from others, she refused to treat herself with any sort of kindness or reason. "C'mon, Jaster! You're in no state to fight, we gotta get out of here. We can regain our honor later, for now we-"

Kadala did not let him finish. She rounded the corner with shield raised, taking in the sight before her.

"There is no honor for ya utreekove. Ya gave that chite up when ya decided to just turn tail and viinir. No true Mando'ade would do what yee have done. Ah think it's time ya sorry shebs met your frakkin' maker," she said, taking advantage of the shock of her appearance. The fact that one of her foes was lying on the ground, weaponless, with a knife sticking out of his knee certainly added to her confidence. Said man's partner only seemed a tad better off- his armor was stained with blood and his grenade bandoleer was empty. A simple blaster was in his right hand, some model that Kadala didn't recognize. It almost felt unfair. Almost.

That word vanished in a moment, quickly replaced by "didn't", when the man fired off several rounds in quick succession. Apparently he was quite the gunslinger when he could actually see his target. Two of the bolts hit the Skirata's shield, while another two managed to outmaneuver her, one reaching the side of her helmet, the other grazing her knee. The former dazed her a little, giving her opponent a moment to move into melee range. Little did the man know that that was a terrible mistake. As soon as Kadala recovered she returned to action, building up the force in her limbs, and half-stepped half-leaped towards her opponent, aiming to ram him with her shield.

Considering the slimness of the alley way, he had nowhere to go but back. Experience seemed to help him a bit, as he shifted his position mid-shove, allowing him to do less falling and more skidding. Still, Kadala had caught up with him by the time he had regained a sturdy foothold on the ground. Once more she tried to slam into him, using her body as a human wrecking ball, this time using her right side. Both individuals grunted in pain- the man because of his newly cracked ribs, and her because of the damage inflicted upon her already-injured shoulder. Had she truly forgotten about it already?... Apparently so.

Unluckily, the dar'manda was about to give her a completely different reason to complain. He pulled a sharp knife out of a hidden sheathe and tried to bury it between the plates of Kadala's armor. Had he not been fatigued or in such an awkward position, he might have done potentially fatal damage. Instead he simply pierced her flesh by an inch or so. Simply. As if that was a mere flesh wound- something small. There was much to say about worse wounds she had suffered- less so to say about what became of her attacker. Powered by rage, the young Mandalorian ignored the pain, reached for her lightsaber, pressed it against the man's stomach, and pressed the button.

The sound of his body hitting the floor felt like the prettiest song she had ever heard.

"Not so fast there, ya hut'uun. Ah ain't done with your sorry shebs," Kadala said, turning to the remaining dar'manda, who was pitifully attempting to limp away. Try as he might, he was unable to move faster than her. On closer inspection it was revealed that the knee injury wasn't the only one he had suffered. Even if she didn't kill him now, he was likely going to die before he reached the bank. Kadala didn't let that change her course of action whatsoever. With one swift motion her blade slipped between two plates of armor, bypassing durasteel, and tore into the sweet flesh beneath. It was over in the blink of an eye. "Now it's time to see about gettin' to the bank before the party's over..."

 

[000]

Objective:II & III
Location: On battlefield/ evac Med station
Allies: @Ronin Wendigo, The Mandalorian Empire. Freyia Whitelight-Carrick | @Kixi Rajki | [member="Maya Carrick"]
Enemies: Dar'manda
Post 2/20

It was then just as he was ducking for cover while two blaster bolt whiz overhead. Barely come inches from his left ear as he was doing one last sweep of their six. That her reply came and he could help let a sly smirk come across his face while shaking his head slightly.

Yes, I'm still safe, you keep yourself the same way.

To which he then remarked back while he turns round with new clip in his weapon. Ronin let off few shots at the shooters direction as he signals back to the evac team with him move it.

"Well, you know me.....at any rate see you when I rotate back. But for now gonna have to make the drop...."

At which time he then after a few more hairpin turns to find himself rush back into the meditation drop point. And proceed to help get those they pick up situated to some the designated area. Where in the critical were take into the main med tent, And those not so were lead to a side tent where they could rest up a bit while they waited their turn. At any rate, once the dust settled somewhat he then proceeds to head towards Master Maya. Although knowing all too well after the last stunt he pulled with her daughter. She wouldn't be too keep see him but just the same. He was after all his superior in this outing which was at best hard enough that he was one the few non-mando here.

"Master Maya, we've swept over left flank of the battlefield as of this time nothing much report....pick up as many of those need be along the way....and reckon the assault on the artillery position be coming soon..."

He then stops midway before say her name knowing all too well it was not easy not worry about her. But just the same he.....as are the rest of them here do task...duty ....

 

[Zeradias Mant]

Objective: IV
Allies: Mandalorian Empire ( [member="Gael bar Ammon"])
Enemies: Dar'manda insurrectionists
Equipment: Krell-class cruiser

[5/20]

The old Mando had entrusted him with the command of one of many cruisers from a small fleet of ships he acquired from the Techno Union. While Daeron had little experience piloting such a large ship, there was no need for him to do so. He need only say the word and the ship would react accordingly. The crew aboard were good at their jobs and they would do them well.

"Lower us into orbit. As soon as we enter the atmosphere, maximize the lower deflector shields.", Daeron instructed. He was unaware as to the status of the AA batteries on the surface, but he placed great trust in the elder bar Ammon and did as he was told prior to the invasion. There was a crack as the ship dropped into a controlled descent, welcomed by some light flak from the ground.

"Dispatch a shuttle."

 

[Darth Ayra]

Objective IV - 8/20

"Sir," spoke the bipedal droid, turning on it's legs to face Darth Ayra. "The probe has relayed that it has finished it's excavation."

About time, thought the Sith quietly, pondering briefly on the nuance of avoiding saying the jibe outright to a droid that couldn't be insulted in the first place. "How many crystals have been excavated?"

"One moment, sir. Processing." Turning back to face the crevice, the droid began processing the data sent up from the probe below.

Darth Ayra fumed, her left hand wrapping itself around the pommel of her Lightsaber's hilt. She understood that processing the data into information took time, but if this droid was of a modern design, then it would have had the information already processed by the time it had announced that the excavation was complete.

Alas, she got what she had paid for. It couldn't move beyond the perimeters of it's programing, however bad it's programing was, and despite it's limitations, Darth Ayra was eager to avoid her presence ever being discovered in this cave. Rather than spending the credits on a pretty new droid, that could have done the job in half the time, she would rather avoid the paper trail of said purchase and dispense with the droid when she was finished with it, without it costing as much.

This way, in the unlikely event of discovery, there was less to be learned about her time on Mygeeto and her work near Lorrd.