The Great Reclamation [ Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Mygeeto ]

[Darth Rixas]

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

Oron listened to the returned dialogue from his comrades before his gaze shifted into a pained squint as the beast spoke, no, screamed at them via telepathy. The sheer volume was agonizing, and it was delivered in a form that he couldn't modify. Nothing in his buy'ce could dampen the insane retorts from the De'Nochsax. Such a development didn't curve Oron's resolve however.

"You will kneel today, beast!" Oron replied to the creature over the noise of the battlefield.

Then it lunged forward, full steam ahead as it reached out with multiple limbs attempting to make purchase of one of the mandos. Being held in such a grip could easily end badly, and with such strength it wasn't far-fetched to believe it could easily tear one of the three Crusaders in half.

Dashing to his right, Oron missed the grip of the gargantuan monster as he created distance between himself and the beast. A quick movement was made then as his hands went to his waist, reaching under the shroud of his skirt, he pulled two Chaavla pistols from their holsters. Once revealed, he aimed them both at the beast's left leg, squeezing them both once, sending two .44 slugs to what Oron believed to be its ankle. Moments afterwards, the beast's tail whipped violently behind him, sending Dar'mandas flying like rag dolls as it smacked the ground with impactful strikes, forcing Oron to raise a forearm to shield himself from the debris caused by the destructive De'Nochsax.

Oron replied to the creature over the noise of the battlefield.

 

[Amun]

Location: Jygat
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Dar'manda
Objective: 1 and 4
Post count: [2/25]

Iegoris kept on dominating the field since the opposition had nothing to stop a swinging mace that was similar to a power hammer. Of course, his rage and wrath would that he was displaying on battle would garner the attention of many slugs and energy projectiles which would stop his advance and forced him to take cover. The Verd would continue his march once the personal shield that was integrated in his armor recharged to its maximum capacity. Once then he would continue leading his comrades to the very heart of the dar'manda that opposed the ways and beliefs of the True Mandalorians.

Was there anyone that could be at least on par with the Conscript?

Fortunately, there was.

As the company of Mandalorians that were were following Iegoris approached one of the command outposts of the dar'manda, one particular hostile stood before them with a crowd of dar'manda behind him and stepped forwards with something in his hand. Suddenly a blade in the color of blue emerged from his hands and challenged Iegoris as he pointed his blade at him. "Fear me, if you dare," said the dar'manda. Iegoris would give his mace and scattergun to an adjacent ally, and took his beskad. "I will break your spirit, scum," and with that the two charged each other to pain each other, and their respective groups did the same as well. Only one would come out from this carnage.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Objective IV - 9/20

"Sir," said the droid again, turning to face Darth Ayra. "Processing complete. Probe has excavated seven of the crystals that you instructed for collection."

"Very well. Instruct the probe to bring me the crystals."

"Yes, sir." Turning back to the crevice for a final time, the droid delivered instructions to the probe below to bring the Dark Lord of the Sith her Adegan crystals. In the cavern below, Darth Ayra could hear the probe beginning to burrow it's way back up to the surface and into the shining cave that she stood in. "Soon," whispered Ayra, mouth chattering from the cold. "Soon."

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Objective: II Prove self to [member="Xander Carrick"]
Location: Artillery Forces
Allies: [member="Ronin Wendigo"], The Mandalorian Empire, [member="Marcus"] Ilera
10/20

Coming on we can take that puppy out, I got you covered, get that charges set..

Even know as she let herself full into the force itself even know she knew that her power would only last a few more minutes. Finding herself pushing herself to brink. As she heard those around giving orders and those as she keep herself covered the best she could at that moment in time. Wondering now if she did have enough to hold out. Even so she couldn't help herself but to feel something more at a distance as she pushed forward with her unit at her back. There wasn't anyone trying to protect her from taking the lead she wanted to do this for her own personal reason. More importantly it was because of the fact that knew she was their best chance as she put up the force barrier bigger and higher. Until they reach their goals, as they charges was set. After which they had to back away very quickly.

Running as she did until she felt the heat come up to her back she had stay to make sure all in her new unit was safe. As hearing the explosion take place behind her. Finding herself able to do much more then had thought could do. Turning around now to make sure that she was on.

One down one to go be pushing on, now..

Waving now as she let herself push herself to the fact she knew she couldn't use the force as much as she pushed herself again. Only this time as they got closer it didn't go as well she couldn't keep it fouces like she had before that when all went wrong but not before she felt to of her unit left slip, only made her push more and more. Blinking out for a second in that second she felt something else hit her then came the sound of those pushing her. Was that just a dream as she let herself feel or hear.

Hearing the second explosion was all that could ring in her ears now. As one of the unit that was a field medic got on the channel.

Men down we need a pick up two seriously wounded, two others with critical.

There Freyia laid on the ground hearing them talk to her as there her unit all around her waiting for the pick up. Fading fast as she let her eyes slowly shut from this battle.

 

[Garza]

Objective: II
Location: Artillery Forces
Allies: [member="Ronin Wendigo"], [member="Marcus"] Ilera, [member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"],

As many of the others who were going to one end of the fortifications, And after headed to take one out, I had stopped. My son was using the dark side. It... it hurt. There was no reason for him to use such a power. As such, I felt horrid to let my own son fall. Maya had done it once before to try and protect her son. But why was Zephyr doing it? He ran off to fight somewhere else. Leaving me standing there with my hammer. Shocked.

Surprised.

I let my head fall to my chest. I... I felt like I failed my son. I couldn't protect him from the very thing I had tried so hard to fight against. I felt so sick to my stomach. I just stood there. Unable to move. The battle continued to go on. I just couldn't... move.

I fell to my knees. Hoping that any god or goddess could have prevent this from happening. I had failed in doing so. Why was my son like this? Why was he using a red lightsaber. Where did he get it? I was completely dumbfounded.

Hearing over my com chatter people continuing the fight, I just knelt there. Watching as my son would leave. However, I heard that the second battle armaments were taken down. And the third was yet to be done so. Looking to where they were taken down, I watched as I saw Freyia had done so. I smiled.

Even the little that it was, it still hurt. How would I explain this to Maya, and to Freyia? It was then I could see explosions around her and the troop. Almost instantly I stood up. Hearing that two bodies were down. My heart began to pound once more. It shook my too my core. I grabbed the hammer in my grip tightly. Not even caring anymore about these Dar'manda, I looked up at the last AA and mortar camp. Running towards it once more, I took one step after the other, Running a distance. And then letting the force explode from me.

I threw my hammer with every ounce of power I had. With every fiber of my being. Sending the hammer flying across the battlefield. Yelling as I did so.

"FREYIA!"

In that instant, everyone within 5 kilometers would hear an immensely loud boom. The hammer had broken the sound barrier and passed physical limits to slam into the AA encampment.

Much like a meteor hitting the surface of a planet, the hammer exploded on the other side. Sending fragments of their once camp into oblivion as the energy cells, and rockets they used had blown up on their faces.

And not a second later, the hammer came back to my hand. However, It was missing the head....

I didn't care as I ran for Freyia. Praying to every living being that she was still alive.

 

[000]

Objective:II & III
Location: On battlefield/ evac Med station
Allies: @Ronin Wendigo, The Mandalorian Empire. Freyia Whitelight-Carrick | @Kixi Rajki | Maya Carrick | [member="Xander Carrick"]
Enemies: Dar'manda
Post 3/20

It was then just as Ronin was sort of chat with Master Maya in the hopes light up the mood. For it was not lost on him how dangerous and trying it would be for her. Being caught in the seem endless stream of injured and near death from both sides. And to top it off having just about the whole family there including Freyia. Who for the most part he too worried for as deep in his heart he could feel a connection to her. That had sprouted and slowly grow as time progress soon after their little misadventure.

But just the same even before he could have heard her reply. Ronin felt a deep searing pain hit him that with a slight grunt. He quickly turns his gaze back to the battlefield with her name spoken in a light whisper..Freyia. At which time a faint darkness loomed in his mind and if not for Master Coci earlier teaching. There was no telling how badly he would react as if nothing else. He was never one who took loss or fear easily given the state he was in. The thought seems his mind was slowly recovering it had not fully taken hold.

At which case with little provocation he up and turn grabbing a heavy repeating blaster. From a trooper, he happens to pass by and in a rush like a mad man. He soldiers on to head blindly into the battlefield alone before anyone could stop him. As shot began to be fired his way and few grazed to hit its mark. It did not seem to faze him much as in state mind he was in it only fueled his determination. As caught in the heat of the moment bits and piece of memory from his past seem leak thru. As instincts and adrenaline rush thru his veins....as with the aid of the force he soon makes it halfway thru the field in record time. Guided not so much by sight but by the faint bond that seems had formed between the two

As soon enough the sonic boom from Freyia father hammer hit. Push him back and to his luck before he got into its danger zone. At which time not soon after with ring still clear in his ears. He slowly began to stumble forward. Edging his way towards her before he did as he by then. Panting hard as the strain of the mad rush to her slowly kick in. And although somewhat injured himself he began to rush into action. As his hand brush over here head gently as he whispers to her.

" I'm here Freyia.....now don't you be let go now you hear.....we still got lots of exploring to do ok..."

At which case with a basic med pack strapped onto the bandoleer. He then began work on her. His mind thought seem teether between the darkness of rage in seeing her in such a state. And the lightside connection she held in his heart. He did well keep his emotion in check as best he could. As instead of feeding and give into the rage he uses it to channel it instead. Into fire up his adrenaline so that despite his injury he kept focused on work on her.

As the battle raged around them as both sides began close around them. That he drove by instinct and know he could hold off the darken rage within for too long. As the temptation of darkness, it brought within him became ever more tempting. That he had ball his left fist and drive it straight into the ground. Creating a somewhat force push wall to form and indiscriminately brush across the field around them to push back any of the fighting force back.

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Objective:II Prove self to [member="Xander Carrick"]
Location: On the battle field
Allies: [member="Ronin Wendigo"], The Mandalorian Empire,
11/20

On the ground now before Ronin was upon her was one of her vod taking off her cracked helmet. Blood was upon her forehead. Even then they went to work trying to stop some of her breeding from other, place long her body. Even then she felt or was it a whisper in a dream of her like there a sounds. Feeling all her limbs was going numb, slipping herself in and out of the waking world. All around the sound of the battle raging on.

Even so then there wasn't much could do her body laying in such a way. Now came the idea of knowing not all was alright with Freyia even with the battle those in her unit pushed on but two stayed back to give the medi time to work not only on her but also on the others that had got caught in the bast.

The medic looking up at Ronin, as he took out his own back. Giving him the pointing and telling him where to put them all at. As the powder came out to stop the bleeding. Even then as he was on the radio calling for a pick up.

Even then she had her putting pressure on the wound. Even then as he looked at the gather looking at Xander now nodding with out any words it was the unspoken words. Even then, slip into the word.

Couldn't help but feel the pain, as she cried out in so much pain. "I..I..tried...to....t....ma...ke.. yo..u....pr.. slipping back into the darkness. Before that feeling some sedative taking a hold.. Even then she was trying to make words, feeling present ..

father..ronnie..

Load them up now

Now the pilot radio to have the critical [member="Kixi Rajki"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

Objective IV - 10/20

Darth Ayra observed the probe, as it climbed out of the crevice and out into the cave. A thin layer of dust clouded the crevice and surrounded the droid that stood next to the Dark Lord, as it landed on the cave floor. Making sure that she did not inhale the bits of crystal and other minerals that was in the dust, Darth Ayra averted her gaze from the probe back to the droid. "You have most useful, droid. But your usefulness has run it's course."

"Sir, I am afraid that I do not understan-" Caught midway through it's automated response, the droid collapsed beneath the sudden activation and whir of the Dark Lord's Lightsaber, as it tore through it's bipedal frame and down into the cave floor. Lifting her weapon upwards, she angled it into a degree that would take the beam through it's head, severing the inner circuits- and more importantly- destroying the droids memory.

Nothing is left to chance, Darth Ayra thought as she deactivated her Lightsaber. Without it's memory, nobody will ever know that I was here. Nobody will know of my experiments. Turning her gaze to the probe, blatantly ignoring the fact that she only destroyed the droid to satisfy the frustration it had caused her, Darth Ayra clipped her Lightsaber back onto the utility belt she wore beneath her robe and said: "Follow."

Turning around, the Dark Lord stepped over the remnants of her droid and lifted the cowl of her robe over her head, as she made her way to the cave exit. Tugging her cloak around her body, Darth Ayra stepped into the blizzard outside, intent to make her way back to the Initium, which she had landed upon the mountain that the cave was apart of.

 

[Runi Verin]

Objective: III
Location: The Abandoned Refinery
Allies: Mandalorian Empire; The Kindred Mechanics
Enemies: TBD
Post: 6/20

The blaster gave a faint hum as she thumbed the activation. Despite having worn it on her hip for the better part of a decade, having been one of the first items she’d salvaged under her own volition, she never felt that comfortable when it was in her hand. A chopped down carbine turned hand cannon, a veritable relic from another era, its mere presence on her side had warded off more than one troublemaker. She could count the times she’d drawn it in the dozens, a number that dwindled significantly when it came to actually pulling its heavy trigger.

Tink, tink, tink.​

"“Charin,” The man barely twitched or glanced away from scouring their surroundings, but Runi knew he was listening to every word that fell from her mouth. A former veteran of some backwater planetary corps, the man was as solid as they came. Even now, while most of the kindred were losing their osik, he was a beacon of resolute determination in the force. He also seemed to know his way around a beskad, two factors that made him seem perfect for the current assignment she had for him. “Take two and circle back, see if you can find out what the hell is going on back there. Get them to stay off the karkin’ comms while you’re at it. Like a bunch of squawking banshee birds in mating season…”

With the barest incline of his head, the man lumbered off without another word, tagging Vasko and another mechanic on the shoulder as he went. Beskads and blasters leading the way. She waited until the sound of their footsteps was nearing a distant memory before she turned to the remaining members of her party; a grizzled buzzard of a Corellian, a perpetually dumbstruck looking Weequay, and a kid that looked like he was drowning in that ramshackle armor he’d been strapped into. Hardly the crack team she would have wanted, but she was a mechanic. She was used to making do with what she had at hand.

Tink, tink-ta-tink.​

​

That skittering noise was getting on her nerves. The fact it was growing louder by the passing minute didn’t help matters, either. The quicker Charin sorted out the problem and returned, the better. Kark, she would have settled for that di’kut Branii right about now. “The rest of us are going to head for the works in the basement. Get that furnace and the rest of this kriffing mess working. Eyes open, blasters charged. Shoot anything that ain’t Mando-shaped until you hear otherwise, ‘lek?”

Tink-tink, tang, tink-tink, CLANG.​

​

Yeah, just another glorious day to be in the Mandalorian Empire. She just hoped it wouldn’t be her last.

 

[Arage Bao]

Objective: [3]
Location: The Abandoned Refinery
Allies: Clan Vizsla - [member="Runi Verin"], [member="Nikole Vizsla"], [member="Grim [FONT='times new roman']Vizsla[/FONT][/SIZE]"]
Enemies: Rogue Hunter-Killer Droids.
Post: [1/20]

Ronan strode up to the hill overlooking the refinery. His skin felt kissed by razors and it was only the scarf wrapped around his neck and the goggles on his eyes that prevented him from being completely scorched to the bone by the frosty storm raging around the facility.

"Shoulda worn the armor, vod." Ghedan responded with a shet-eating grin behind his visor while looking out towards the facility.

A wheezing snort replied to him. Any armor of his size that could accommodate the mask over his face wouldn’t be accommodating towards mobility. The frost might kiss him, but rather that getting hammered because you were too slow to dodge.

No, Tapas would have to do.

"Only slows me down, Ghedon. A bit of cold won’t kill me." He breathed out to demonstrated his commitment to his stance. The water in the air almost immediately froze over.

"Right ya are, cabur. The men are ready."

They had been patrolling this portion of Mygeeto, traveling really, towards an abandoned defensive facility. The mission parameters suggested that it could active an inert defense grid of some sort.

That was when one of the Vizsla trackers noticed dozens of tracks coming this way, to the refinery facility.

None of theirs. And the fact that their feed told them they had civies working here, well the decision was easily made.

"Oya then."

Ghedon saluted and the Vizsla warriors started to jog towards the facility.

They would be there in a moment or two, maybe a bit longer than that.

 

[Nyx]

Objective: 3
Allies: Mandalorian Empire, [member="Ronan Vizsla"], [member="Runi Verin"]
Enemies: Evil Clankers
Post: 1

Gathered with the other Vizsla warriors, Nikole pulled her dark scarf higher on her face. She'd never been to Mygeeto, before. She'd heard of it, of course. During her studies, she found out that almost a thousand years ago, the Republic had fought the CIS over this world. How fitting she continue that tradition. From what she understood, they were headed to a refinery, where some strange tracks had been seen.
It reminded her of a mission she had conducted on an asteroid a few years back. Seemingly abandoned, signals had been picked up in an old bronzium mine. Turned out that pirates had taken up shop there, and were using the rock as a base to terrorize the region. Her team had gone in and wiped them out in a few hours.

Shaking her head of such memories, Nikole heard Ronan's order to get moving, and smiled under her scarf as she held her blaster rifle, ready to finally see some action. She was a soldier, dammit; she was meant to shoot things, plant a flag, and go home. Even if it was a different flag, now.

 

[Ryanin Kor]

Objective: III
Location: The Abandoned Refinery
Allies: Mandalorian Empire and The Kindred Mechanics
Enemies: Whatever shoots first
Post: 1/20

Ryanin was late to the dance. He had a tendency to do that sometimes. He finally got put down onto the snowy surface of the planet. It was frigid, but his armor kept him warm enough. His objective was to provide support to [member="Runi Verin"]. Ryanin had heard of the name, but had never dealt with before. Ryanin rushed to the entrance, his armor clanging and making a general racket. He was never made out for stealth. But he did make up for that in brute strength and bravado.

By now Runi must be in the lower levels. That didn't matter, he had the endurance to run for a while. Finally reaching the entrance that had been blown through. The inside was dark and damp from the blowing snow getting in and melting. The power was still off obviously. His left hand quickly shot up to his right shoulder and his unusually bright shoulder lamp illuminated a large area in front of him. Anything up until Runi would be cleared and Ryanin wouldn't have to worry about mustering the small amount of stealth he could manage.

A quick check of the room let him grab his bearings. He shot off into a main hall, in search of any stairwell he could find. Ryanin's light bounced with his every move, making every dust particle appear clearly. His mask filtered anything that would be bad for his lungs.

Boots cracking against the floor, the tank of a man wound his way through various rooms, looking for stairwells. It took him 5 minutes of searching, in a huge rush to finally find one. His feet fell heavy on each step as he ran down the stairs, two at a time. He reached a few landings, turned and kept rushing down.

The stair finally bottomed out. It was darker than ever down here. Not only that, it just felt dangerous. He flicked off his shoulder light and flicked through settings to reach night vision on his helmet. Faint metallic sounds reached his ears, amplified through his helmet. Even with the amplification it was faint. Ryanin strapped down everything he could. Those were not friendly noises. "Alright," he whispered to himself, "final stretch."

His legs began pumping again, stepping as lightly and quietly as possible. "...ed until you hear otherwise, ‘lek?” he hear the end of a sentence. A woman. It must be Runi. Ryanin slowed his pace to keep quiet. Finally he walked up to Runi. Just as he reached her a loud CLANG sounded. "Hello there Verin. Sorry I'm late. Let's live another day, sound good?" With that, he raised his gun, flicking the switch. A low hum started up, his heavy blaster charging up, ready to release blasts that could stagger even a rancor.

 

[000]

Objective:II & III​

Location: On battlefield/ evac Med station
Allies: @Ronin Wendigo, The Mandalorian Empire. Freyia Whitelight-Carrick | @Kixi Rajki | Maya Carrick | Xander Carrickhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/2280-xander-carrick/
Enemies: Dar'manda
Post 4/20

And so in that moment, it seems as if time had stood still though all around him the battle continued waged onward. With but two, one being from her squad and another provide cover fire to them. At which time after effects of what transpired still setting in. With him running ,mostly off the adrenaline rush from early on slowly waning. That it began as pain from some the injury he'd incurred began set in and with it a bit of shock. That his hands began loosely some sensation as he tried hard to come to her aid as best he could. Although it would seem been good that they had medic there who with his help . They began work as first to stem the bleeding as best they could.

At which time feeling so lost and enraged by seeing her this way. He could help feel the faint anger brush his mind as such he felt torn as part him wanted to stay by her side. While another wish nothing less than rush out there and feel the temptation of the dark thoughts. When for a brief moment her words spoken weak and all but seem in a whisper had been spoken as such that. it gave his mind pause just enough to stay strong against the darken thought,

"I..I..tried...to....t....ma...ke.. yo..u....pr.."

At which time grab her hand and gave it a light squeeze of reassurance just as she faintly utter his name.

"...father..ronnie..."

And from behind them, one from the medic recon team he'd been with earlier finally arrived with bit better supply. And most importantly some sedative help her at which time drove more by instinct rather than anything. Some faint inner connection to past he yet fully uncovered. Ronin unknowingly tap into a sliver of ability his ancestry possess. That of which aid in a way to channel some the force within him to her. Hopefully just enough to if not help in her healing but hopefully stabilize her enough. Thought at the same time it seems weaken him a bit. It seems not matter him for if it would help her .... that in turn all he could reply was.

"...Freyia. am here ."

And by then he moved aside as the two medic hand in hand did their duty. Patching her up as best they could before the evac team came to take her way.

 

[Darth Ayra]

Objective IV - 11/20

The blizzard assaulted the Dark Lord of the Sith, as she stepped out of the cave and out into the snow. A black specter on the back of white, Darth Ayra maneuvered her way through the snow towards the east, aware that she would eventually find the slope that led up to where the Initium was waiting for her. She could bare see anything, her eyes constantly shutting in an attempt to shield her eyes from the freezing temperatures that she found herself in. When she had first arrived on Mygeeto, there had been no blizzard, but the hours spent within the cave, waiting for the infuriating droid and the probe to excavate the Adegan crystals had been long, and by it's end, the Dark Lord was now caught in the eye of one of many storms that were waged on the Muun's favorite little gem.

 

[Darth Metus]

Freedom.

For the more fortunate in the Galaxy, the concept of living the life one chose was a luxury. It was a blessing unacknowledged by those blessed by its presence. Yet for those who lacked it? It was a dream...something to be chased until death or success. In the case of a rogue, Jedi Master, this pursuit had led him to the troubled world of Mygeeto. Prior to this moment, a deal had seen Josiah Denko enter the service of the First Order. It was an arrangement that he was far from fond of, but it did...initially...keep some innocent lives breathing. However, despite the promises of the Supreme Leader, the militant nation still employed its brutal tactics.

Josiah's sacrifice was for naught.

And so, he fought against his chains. Under the guise of chasing after the rogue [member="Belis Verd"], Josiah slid from under the thumb of the First Order. However, this escape went far from unnoticed. Dispatched hot on his trail were a cadre of the First Order's "anti-force user" division. Together, the fugitive and aggressors burst into the skies above Mygeeto. Josiah's pilfered fighter, a relic from a clash aboard a Rekali station...didn't stand a chance. He was a great many things, but ace pilot was not among them. One by one, the hunters unleashed hell upon his vessel, until descent was the only result.

The engines were shot, flames spewed, and down plummeted the Jedi into the frigid, crystalline wastes. There, he skidded to a fiery halt: battered, bruised...but alive. Yet being shot down wasn't enough for Hunters, no. They had to confirm their kills. And so did they land, armed with flame throwers, force breakers, and iconic Stormtrooper regalia. And so did they march, hellbent on sending Josiah into an early grave.

[member="Nyx"], [member="Deneve Verd"]

[6/20]

 

[Deneve Verd]

[1/20]

If there was anything Deneve truly hated it was deception... So when she had arranged things so that her half sister would ride with her it gave Deneve a foul taste in the mouth. Maneuvering, the Calypso towards the less populated area. The young Verd would would headed towards the mountain.

"I say we check out that flaming ball of metal.."
Was all she murmured to the female whom was her companion. Dressed this day in a simple armor that gave her enough room to maneuver, she would come prepared with both her swords and various blasters strapped to various parts of her body. To say this was overkill would just be acknowledged with a shrug and grin. She was after all the child of two war loving, mentally unstable people weather they wanted to accept it or not. Turning to her companion once they were landed, she would give her a long look.

"Careful, though I've got your back.."

[member="Nyx"] [member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[Nyx]

Amongst the snows of Mygeeto, the ship containing Nyx and Deneve Verd was filled with smoke from the cigarra between Nyx's lips. With a long sigh, the woman ran a hand through her dark hair, her leather jacket not doing much to keep her warm, but she too fond of it to put anything else on. On her back was sheathed a durasteel sword, and on her hips were holstered two high powered revolvers. It felt good to be armed. She was here with her half-sister, Deneve, who she'd known for a few weeks, now. Honestly, Nyx hadn't gotten a good read on her sibling, yet. Nyx glanced at the younger woman, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air.

That was when she spotted the falling ship. Her brow furrowed, and Nyx took a deep inhale of her cigarra as she considered her next move. She could always leave it, and continue loitering while the mandies kept pounding the city. But that would be quite boring, wouldn't it? Not to mention, Deneve had spoken up, saying to check it out.
"Might as well. Not like we got much else to do, Sis."
She flicked her cigarra butt into the corner as she reached into her jacket for another one, already missing the nicotine coursing through her body. She flicked her custom lighter to life with a few sparks, holding the flame to the end of the cigarra for a few seconds before flicking it closed once more.

As they stepped onto the snow, Nyx scoffed at her sister's warning, drawing one of her revolvers and twirling it in her hands.
"I don't need to be careful. I got guns, a sword, and the Dark. What else could I need?"

[member="Deneve Verd"] [member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Rhuza Kingpriest"]

 

[Helios]

Ignore

 

[Kadala Kotyc]

OBJECTIVE: 1; The Last Stand
LOCATION: Approaching Command-Bank
ALLIES: Mandalorian Empire
ENEMIES: Dar'Manda Forces
{6/20}
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With the two adversaries taken care of, Kadala was able to move forward. Getting to higher ground was still at the top of her agenda (no pun intended). This didn't prove difficult, as there was some sort of fire escape further down the alleyway, just waiting for her to climb it. Although the final ladder down was nowhere to be found, the nearest section was just a foot out of her reach. Getting to it seemed like a fairly simple matter. Just jump up, the warrior had thought, glancing at the metal above her. It didn't take much effort to do just as she planned, both hands grasping onto the platform's edge. But when was the true struggle ever what it first appeared to be? She found a grip with ease- the problem, however, came in the form of climbing up.

A heavy strain was placed upon her already-injured right shoulder. It sent its complaint in the form of jolts of pain, crashing waves of discomfort raging against her movements. Without the aid of the force, which she quickly built up within both arms, she might not have been able to pull herself onto the first section. The idea of such failure stung her as much as her actual wounds did. Perhaps the anger she felt in response was what drove her forward, what allowed her to push past the misery. This wouldn't be the first time. No, it is not, and it certainly won't be the last time either. Rage was a steroid that Kadala had no qualms with using. None whatsoever. She took another dose of it as she finished mounting the fire escape, scowling at the hurt caused by her shoulder.

"There better be a chite-ton of fraggin' dar'manda shebs when Ah get to that gorram bank," she growled under her breath, her mixed accent as clear as ever. There wasn't anyone to hear her, so she didn't bother speaking clearly. There was no need to tone herself down for more civilized folk. It was a reminder to herself. A reminder of why she so often preferred to work alone- or at least one of the reasons why. Another was that there was no one who could slow her down. She could race up the fire escape as fast as she wanted, with no pacing necessary. And that was exactly what she did. The Mandalorian scaled ladder after ladder, stair after stair, reaching the building's roof in under thirty seconds. Once she was there, it was a simple matter to locate her destination.

From what she (and her helm's HUD) could tell, the bank was only a block or two away, standing tall against the horizon. If she hurried, Kadala could likely get there within another couple minutes. That was soon enough to make her heart race in anticipation once more. A grin crossed her lips as she stepped forward, preparing to leap to the next building...

 

[Darth Metus]

"Kaaaaaark."

The voice of the Jedi was little more than a wheeze. Between the impact itself and subsequent smoke, it was excessively difficult for Josiah to gain his bearings. For one, all he could see was...red? Ah hell. he thought. Reaching up, his fingertips were greeted with something rather slick. And warm. Yep, blow to the head. It was then that Josiah decided to do a quick run-over of himself: a diagnostic if you will. Despite the grievous pain in his head, the Jedi managed to flex his extremities...only to be greeted with fresh agony each time.

He wouldn't be walking anytime soon, that was for damn certain. The crash had seen fit to, at least as far as the pain indicated, reduce his left leg to a joke. His right was less decimated, more toasted. His dominant hand managed to escape most of the damage, luckily enough...yet his offhand was awkwardly pinned at an angle. Great. "C'mon...gotta get..." he groaned, straining against the hull of the ship. With significant effort, he managed to free his hand; a good start.

Pew, Pew!

The sound of blaster fire jarred Josiah immensely. The Hunters had arrived and wasted no time in peppering the remains of his vessel with blaster fire. At the moment, Josiah was powerless to prevent their advance. Only few precious seconds stood between him and the flame throwers aimed at his position.

[member="Nyx"], [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Rhuza Kingpriest"]

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