Junction ULTIMATUM | The Reclamation War | Enclave & GA Junction of Rothana/Seeratter

[Kahlil Noble]

"Because gas is honorable."

As expected his blade couldn't cut through Bes'kar. Not immediately. He'd of kept the blade pressed against that metal long enough to melt through it if not for the song of danger he could hear as clear as day. A different weapon, and one he hadn't had the chance to deal with before. The Force shimmered into a barrier, but it did little more than keep him from being outright blown apart.

He crashed a distance away, rolling with it to get to his feet. His hand burned with pain from where it was broken as he used it to help him stay up, but it wasn't enough to stop him. Even the new burns across his skin from what couldn't be caught would only debilitate him later. The Force would keep him moving. He raised his broken hand, ignoring it's protest as he closed a fist, and with it brought the Force down around her shoulders again.

Kahlil already knew it wouldn't stop her, but it should delay her enough for the rune he crafted with his other hand to take effect. Freeze, Slow. Jutting ice to consume and keep her pinned from below as he glanced to where Cora was fighting on her own.

"Are the people evacuated yet, Padawan!?"

Corazona von Ascania | Celt Saxon

 

[Conrad Derna]

TAG: Lesha Priest

This one was difficult to pin down, experienced. Conrad was frustrated. He wanted so desperately to make them understand, and yet she simply deflected his response as easily as he had deflected her rockets.

Why?

Did she not care that their history held atrocity in it? None of the powers their empire was attacking were out of recent conflict either. The grudge her people held against the Sith was one which was old as time itself. The irony was not missed, and the hypocrisy of it only served to make his anger rise even higher.

She butted his face with her helmet.

It hurt.

Conrad stumbled back a bit, and eventually hit the ground. The force caught him in time to avoid any permanent damage, but the Jedi had not landed on his feet. Her descent had been the only reason he was not vulnerable, and the Jedi quickly stood and raised the blade once more. He was ready as her blaster was raised and pointed directly at him.

“Says the Mandalorian. The obsession your people have with the Sith is also directed at a nation not responsible.”

He charged again, throwing another force push at her before his blade swiped at her neck. Perhaps he did not want to kill, but rather make a point. Besides, all he had to do was keep them from advancing.

 

[Domina Prime]

If this is to end in fire, then we should all burn together~


Jonyna Si | Vulpesen | Felix Faraday | Ko Vuto |

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With all the constant stimuli assaulting the xenos senses Dima found herself starting to struggle as both Jedi Masters coordinated their attacks in time against the Mandalorian Champion. One arm blocked, another parried. One leg forward, assert stance, defend with tail. Blocking several bladed strikes as Dima quickly tried to stay ahead of their attacks.

The sudden sound of a wire flying through the air caused Dimas ear to twitch. Looking down to her legs and noticing that...there was some kind of snare wrapped around one of her legs.

Her five eyes dilated heavily.

"Uh oh-GAH!" Domina blurted out as her leg was suddenly YANKED out from beneath her by Felix Faraday at the same time Vulpesen KICKED her in the back of the head, throwing her down even harder to the floor thanks to Felix's well timed sneak attack from the cover of smoke and embers that filled the air. Dima crashed to the ground, suddenly finding herself getting assaulted by three combatants as the Cathar continued to strike towards her helm. Smashing her skull against the stones and rubble as the floor as the Jedi cracked at her head, damaging the seal holding Dominas unique helmet together as it let out an audible HISSSSS as air flushed from the system. The helmet fell to the ground, exposing Dimas snowy white hair as it her strange, alien face was revealed. "GRAH! STUPID RATS!" She snarled, her four arms suddenly reaching out as all four of her wrist flicked towards Felix at once, expelling an entire netting of silk web towards him in attempts to ensnare him in a trap of her own while she used the hooked talons of her other leg to SNIP the wire that had dragged her down.

Rolling across the floor her tail would then whirl out towards the master Jedi, twisting coiling slashing and stabbing violently in every or direction to ward them off as she regained her footing, denying them the opportunity to pin her down as Dima roll into a backflip and return to her feet. Using her four hands to claw and swipe violently towards Jonyna Si and clashing with her blade in attempts to cut and slice through her shoulder, arm, leg, whatever she could strike. Even if it wasn't as deep just the stinging alone would be alone, a death by a thousand cuts.

"C'mon! Everything! GIVE ME EVERYTHING!" She laughed in an almost deranged delight as each clawed strike hit the Jedis Katana harder and harder. Each of her four arms however would serve as a perfect distraction for Dima to use one of her lower arms in attempts to stick the Cathars foot to the ground, keeping them from dodging as Dima then did her final move. "I WANT IT ALL OR NOTHING AT ALL LITTLE GOD!" She roared, jumping into the air and preforming a flying drop kick square into the Jedi Masters chest, attempting to kick them away and through a nearby window.

SUMMERY

While distracted fighting Vulps and Jonya, Felix wire trips Dimas leg
In doing so, allows Vulps to kick Dima down while Jon breaks her helmet
Angry, Domina recovers quickly, shooting a large netted silk web at Felix to ensnare them in a trap
While he is disabled, Dima rushes Jonya to engage and take revenge
Using her claws Dima swipes & cuts! Sneakily sticking silk to Jonyas foot, preforms a harsh drop kick to send her through a window~


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[Shai Maji]

RYLOTH | LESSU
ALLIES: Mandalorians
ENEMIES: Everyone else
ENGAGING: Valery Noble | BB-610
GEAR: In bio

THEME​

Valery elegantly evaded Shai’s attack and returned to the ground with explosive force, knocking Shai back a few feet. Her jetpack flared back to life to help her regain her footing before she charged at Valery again. The two clashed in a flurry of steel and plasma as Valery swung at Shai’s exposed areas, and the Wardog countered with her sword and shield.

Her shield collapsed briefly in the blink of an eye to allow more freedom with her hands. With another incoming strike, Shai reached out to try and grab hold of Valery’s blade with her covered hand and strike out at Valery’s chest with her Beskad. Not waiting for a reaction, Shai jumped back and raised her vambrace to release a blast from her cryocaster.

”If it’s of any worth, I’d rather it be you than someone else.” She remarked, raising her blade again to blast toward Valery.

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SOUL OF CINDER​

The little astromech emerged from his cover, taking a stance right across from the Basilisk and his enormous guns. Crimson eyes studied the little droid, though to Baby’s surprise the droid fired his grappling line and clambered on top of him.

:: Mine is Baby. And no harm shall come to master. :: A cold threat before the Basilisk’s body crackled with electric stun panels to knock the little droid off. Accompanying the action, Baby’s repulsors and ion engine came to life to raise him up and spin him around, before cutting out to let him drop on his back and hopefully dispose of the little droid.

:: This planet will burn if my master is harmed. :: He continued, hoisting himself back onto his feet with the help of his engines.

 

[Makko Vyres]

Location: Ryloth, thirteen miles north of assault on capital
Objective: hold tunnels to prevent flanking (NPCs)
Tag: Kahlil Noble Corazona von Ascania Celt Saxon

Makko had never been shot before.

He'd been stabbed and beaten. He'd been given a direct neural shock by a particularly nasty piece of netcode when trying to bypass virtual corporate security. But he hadn't been shot.

He leaned against the rock, left hand pressed firmly against his waist. The bolt had struck him just beneath the plates. Armorweave had taken the sting out of the blast, but the searing pain was hard to push through.

His breath came in short, sharp gasps.

"There is no death, there is only the Force," he muttered.

Makko did fear death. He'd killed two mandalorians, but two were now stalking him with grim determination. He had done his job. He had bought the twi'lek time to fall back. Cora and Kahlil were still fighting somewhere to the east on the surface.

If he ran, they would gun him down. Makko knew he had to face his fears and turn this into his kind of fight. Not a methodical game of cat and mouse, but a brawl.

He slowed his pulse, he got his breathing back under control. Running out of time, he pressed a medpac firmly to his side. The burned piece of Armorweave might have been fusing to his skin, but the bacta gel sealed the wound.

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The one probe droid he still had was sent zipping ahead. Makko put his head down, left his saber deactivated and charged after it.

Blaster fire filled the air. One mandalorian let their aim followed the drone as it flew over the top of them. The other kept eyes ahead and took aim at Makko's shadow.

He let the Force guide his blade as it snapped to life. He picked two bolts out of the air and was in up close with the two mandalorians. He launched himself at the first. He tucked his knees up and slammed into the mandalorians chest. To arrested his momentum and sent the mandalorian falling backwards.

Makko's saber glanced off of beskar, but sliced through a blaster rifle.

The second mandalorian turned. A blank visage of black visor and red paint. Makko stepped in close, blocking an arm with his elbow to prevent a flamethrowing being turned on him.

Close in fighting led to Makko taking the worst of it. He turned his shoulder in to the mandalorian, deactivate his saber. Passing it between his hands it activated with a snap-hiss. The blade extended upwards, cutting up under the helmet.

Makko rolled around the dead mandalorian, moving faster than the figure could fall. A dart from his other opponent missed and clattered off the wall.

Makko threw his saber. It span through the air, forcing the mandalorian to shield themselves with vambraces to avoid getting caught between the armour plates. Makko followed it, launching himself in.

The small blaster he carried was shoved under the helmet of this mandalorian. Makko pulled the trigger.

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Makko walked with a limp back into the open air. One hand shielded his eyes from the sun as they adjusted. His other remained pressed to the wound in his side.

He needed to group back up with the others and work out how they were joining the orderly retreat.

 

[Jonyna Si]

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Claws? She could deal with. She was quick on her feet and could block claw after claw with twin blades in her hands. All she really needed to do was guard her face after all, her coat would protect the rest.

But a kick? That was something that caught her off balance. With as much weight as what was behind it, she was sent through the window, falling right on her back. Ow. She couldn't let this crazy mando take her out of the fight so fast. Now she had backup, not that she felt she needed it. Of course it was Vulpes and his jerk face. Ugh.

She picked herself up, and rocketed back out, her feet bursting with flame. She needed that saber back. That was Ko's, her padawan's. Her son's. She shot back through the window at supersonic speed, throwing everything she had behind this attack. Not with a sword, not with a blaster, but with her fist. She knew it would break her arm to do so, but she could heal. She would heal. She just needed to land this on the mando's jaw.

Tag: Domina Prime Vulpesen Felix Faraday

 

[Vulpesen]

As his feet thudded back onto solid ground, Vulpesen was quick to draw his saberstaff, igniting it with a dual snap-hiss to defend against the sudden barrage of the creature's tail. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn't a quitter. The blue demon had gone from face planting to pissed off and on the offensive. Judging by its voice, however, it sounded like a female.

Dima's attack on Jonyna would give him a brief reprieve, though he did offer a guilty wince as the jedi crashed through the window. The strike brought back memories of a fight against a certain emperor who had batted him away like a laser ball after he'd done his due diligence in pissing the red behemoth off. Keeping his saber ready, he danced back, a hand reaching forward to send out a flurry of daggers, five of the steel blades letting out a distinctive crack as they launched from his belt, breaking the sound barrier on their way towards Domina's back. "Where'd the bucket heads find you!?"


Jonyna Si
Domina Prime
Felix Faraday

 

[Katherine Holt]

Location: Ryloth, Lessu
Objective: Stop the Mandalorians
Allies: GA/NJO
Enemies: The Enclave - Mevia Vizsla (Engaging)
Equipment: Lightsaber, Spear, Armour​

For the longest time, Katherine had hated the sight of her wings. She felt like an anomaly, a freak. It still lingered in her mind, worried that she’d encounter another person who recognized them. They were a symbol of a previous time, the height of the Sith Empire’s reign. Where a group of Sith within their ranks descended upon battlefields to judge those who were worthy or not.

And yet for the Padawan, she found a sense of freedom in being able to fly with those wings.

She hovered up in the air, eyes affixed down towards where the Mandalorian should be standing. The smoke however was obscuring her vision, even so far up. Any attempt to move to get a better angle ran the risk of being discovered too early. Katherine let out a breath, reaching behind her back and grabbing her spear.

Just need to wait a little longer.

The moment of opportunity occurred as Mevia approached the still smouldering crater below. Katherine flipped in the air, positioning her spear downwards before shooting down towards the ground like a bolt, or a wrathful angel.

For a moment, the Padawan saw her opponent look up, but it was mere seconds before her entire weight crashed into the Mandalorian. Katherine felt her spear make contact, but held no real allusions to doing any actual damage. A dent maybe, if she was lucky. The Padawan could feel her body aching, most especially her arms and legs. But she wasn’t about to let that stop her…

Katherine shifted her body, preparing to stab Mevia with her spear again. But the Mandalorian took advantage of the moment, reaching up and pushing it back. The Padawan stumbled, opening herself up to the boot that soon impacted her shin. Katherine let out a pained hiss, feeling her opponent slip free and use the space to activate her jetpack.

She let out a frustrated growl, before launching herself back up into the sky.

What she found was her opponent staring down at the scene unfolding beneath them. The city of Lessu, ravaged and in ruin as the Enclave tore through it. She couldn’t see what expression was on her opponent's face, but Katherine had a pretty good idea.

And she had no idea whether to be confused, or angry.

She chose the latter.

“Are you finally seeing it, Mandalorian?” Katherine flapped her wings, throwing herself out of the path of the acid. “Is this what the Enclave is? There is no honour in murdering civilians, innocent people who refused to bow before your tyranny.”

Katherine launched forwards, swiftly closing the gap between herself and Mevia as she aimed several stabs of her spear towards the warrior’s torso.

 

[Felix Faraday]

Outer Walls - Lessu - Ryloth
Domina Prime || Jonyna Si || Vulpesen

Eyes widening behind his shades, Felix stumbled backwards a few steps as the taut line suddenly lost all measure of tension. His breath caught in his throat as he noticed movement at the last second through the smoke and debris. A net. A silk net. The flash of white and silver netting registered to his senses, but not fast enough. Diving to the side, the netting wrapped around his legs several times before becoming tight. His body slid across the ground as dust and debris kicked up in his face. He coughed once before taking off his glasses.

Felix stretched and struggled his . Once. Twice. No use. The netting would not budge and he doubted any knife or blade would cut through the bindings fast enough.

Time to improvise.

Crawling on his belly, Felix put one arm in front of the other as he began clawing his way towards Dima. He needed to get close while she was distracted. Felix watched as the Cathar jedi flew across the street and into a window. Needless to say, Felix substantially hurried until he was about a couple yards away from the alien Mando.

Before placing his cybernetic limb on the ground. With one swift movement, his arm lifted his torso and legs upside down and into the air as he balanced precariously. His muscles and lone shoulder strained at the exertion. Anyone else might have their arm ripped off or fail to achieve this level of balance. This had taken years of practice.

What he did next, however, is something completely new. His cybernetic limb bent, charging up in power and torque, before it suddenly snapped forward and pushed Felix off the ground, sending him flying, His body flew upward and forward into the air. Twisting his body around mid-air, Felix bent his torso to bring his webbed legs in an attempt to aim and strike the side of Dima's helmet.

If he stuck to her helmet, he doubted he would blind her. Maybe the clang of limb against metal might disorient her. But his body dangling over his shoulder and down her back? Perhaps his weight would throw her off her footing and force her neck to bend or head to snap back because of his weight.

And perhaps exposing her chin along the underside of her helmet to the Cathar.

"This is so embarrassing," he muttered. He meant that towards himself.​

 

[Sahan Dragr]

Spoiler: Equipment

SHIP:

• "Ure'adtr" Howler Basilisk War Droid​

ARMOR:

• Besk'gathr Mk II​

WEAPONS:

• Tusurki'aa Ta'hye Beskad​
• M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol​
• "O'dteyase Saranuhlr" Modified Vora-Class Verpine Hand Cannon​
• M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle​

ITEMS:

• AXC (10)​
• Mirshir Ka'esr Binders​
• Irya'kadir Smoke Bombs​

AMMO:

• Gas Canisters (12)​
• Slugs (100) |​
• Grulyr'bedtr CryoSlugs (1 Mag)​
• RB-02 "Salt" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• RB-04 "Droid's Bane" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• RB-03 "Force Breaker" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• Tracyn'wuta Pyro Slugs (5 Mags)​
• Hurdisi Photonic Blackout Rounds (5 Mags)​

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Sahan deflected the blaster fire with the combat shields, putting a slug through the forehead of one of the Twi'lek accomplices. The others rushed forward, hoping to get close enough where the Mandalorian wouldn't be able to aim steadily. It was a foolish endeavor. spines deployed from Sahan's arms as he slashed at the rogues. It didn't kill them, but they dropped to the ground, screaming in agony from the Devaronian blood-poison. "Anyone change their mind and want to surrender?"

The ones still standing looked at the armor thief. The man nodded to them. "I think you should stand down Mandalorian. I've got a room full of civilians hiding here, and I've got the place wired with explosives." One of the accomplices pulled down a curtain over a tunnel. On the other side was a large group of Twi'lek civilians hunkered down. "Ones that actually still believe in the Enclave, too! But if they were to disappear, who do you think the Alliance would deem responsible?"

Sahan stopped. He looked at the civilians. He didn't want any of them to get hurt during this. He glanced around the room, quickly improvising a plan. He could probably move fast enough and disable the detonators. But would it work fast enough? If even one of the bombs went off...

Sahan's planning was interrupted by the unwelcome sound of lightsabers igniting. Two Jedi strode into the cavern. "Ah, what do we have here? Two barbaric Mandos torturing these poor people. Don't worry, your saviors are here!" The boisterous Jedi waved his lightsaber at Sahan, while the other faced down the armor thief.

"Leave, Jedi! This is not your business. I am here to apprehend a criminal in the name of Enclave justice. Do NOT interfere!"

"Mandalorians have no justice, only war. Besides..." The man smirked. "Your time has been finished for a while now. Might as well squash you while you're weak."

The murderous thief began laughing out loud. "This is just too good. Yes, this will move things along quite nicely."

The quiet Jedi finally spoke up. "You are a madman, Mandalorian. Things will not go well for you. The New Jedi Order shall restore peace to Ryloth."

"This place never had peace," the criminal replied. "But the only way to true peace is through utter Chaos." He pulled the detonator and started to press the button.

In that instant, Sahan activated all the stimulants within the medsuit of his armor. It was a dangerous and desperate move. His thoughts and reflexes sped way up, as everything around him seemed to slow temporarily. With a loud crack, he hit Mach 4 for a brief moment, his [ibeskar'gam[/i]'s systems straining under the pressure of using everything at once. He leapt over the Jedi in his way, diving for the detonator and snatching it out of the man's hand before anyone could react. He crushed the detonator, utterly destroying it. As the drugs wore off, he the ground beneath him suddenly erupted, shooting him crashing into the roof of the cavern. His vision swam, made worse by the effects of the mixed chems he had injected.

"Not sure what happened there, but we won't allow it," The loud Jedi said. Not being able to target Sahan at all with the Force, he had chosen to use it on the earth beneath him instead.

At this point, the man who wore the stolen Karjr armor realized he no longer had his detonator. "What the feth...?" He looked down at the large hole the Jedi had made. "Eh, that'll work. I think my work here is done. Later, boys! If you survive." He waved to the two Jedi, dropped a thermal detonator into the hole, and hauled it out of there as the thing exploded.

Sahan shakily climbed to his feet. "You idiots! You let him get away!" Suddenly, the ground beneath them started to shake....

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TAGS: OPEN​

 

[Celt Saxon]

Location: Ryloth, thirteen miles north of assault on capital
Objective: clear and capture artillery position
Tag: Kahlil Noble Corazona von Ascania
Equipment: In bio

The mandalorian soldier looked on with shock as the spinning bolas flew out of the of the smoke cloud and slapped around the neck of the man, taking him off of his feet. He had not expected the Jedi to use such a weapon and the force push was just the icing on the cake that allowed the young woman to down her armoured opponent. He burst back with his wrist blaster as he went down but it was likely too late to do anything.

Celt cursed as she watched her remaining ally go down to the warrior monk and activated her jet pack. Her ship was fast approaching and it with their objectives mostly complete there was no sense in fighting to the death with a powerful master and whomever this Knight was, she would remember that face though.

As her lack flared she felt a chill in her legs, even through her environmentally protected suit, this was no ordinary chill and ice tendrils rapidly reached out and grasped at the metal of her foot. Celt felt a jolt in her leg as the ice resisted her departure. She was trapped and bearing down on her was an avatar of the Jedi's bloody will. She could only think of one solution, a desperate act. "A gift for your precious refugees." One of missiles locked on to the group of refugees awaiting rescue and launched vertically into the air, it was a long and looping trajectory, she had no need to kill troops that were already out of the fight.

"Catch, Noble" she said loudly as she activated maximum boost on her jetpack in order to break the ice. A blinding pain filled her senses as she felt her ankle break with the force, but then it was the turn of the ice and th3 injured woman streaked into the sky with a trail of fire from her pack following her. Her ship blew threw the air and she grabbed onto one of the support struts with her crush gaunts, struggling to deal with the pain and allowing the servos in her armour and the AI in her ship to allow her to escape. She was furious that it had come to this and that she had left two downed warriors on the top of that mesa. Other mandalorians left from various portals and orifices on the artillery base with demolition charges signalling their retreat. They had lost three vod in this assault, but had succeeded to disabling, if not capturing entirely, one of the primary defensive structures protecting the capital city.​

 

[Valery Noble]

Ryloth

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Outfit:Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsaber | Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Shai Maji BB-610

"I'd rather it be nobody at all!"

For 30 years, until her time in stasis, Valery had always fought hard to keep herself controlled for fear of falling. But right now, she couldn't stop the emotion from bleeding into her voice. She wasn't fighting some Sith Lord she'd forget about the next week, nor was she apprehending yet another thug who would simply disappear behind bars. This was someone close to her — closer than she'd have ever allowed someone to be in the past.

The clashes between their blades were even more intense because of that, with each one potentially being the last one. There was no room for error, they both knew that, so despite bruises, cuts, burns, and other relatively minor injuries, they'd have to keep fighting.

A sweep down from her blade was caught, but like it was muscle memory, Valery disengaged her blade and leaned back to avoid being severed by the follow-up attack. The tip of Shai's Beskad still caught flesh and left a line of blood near her collarbone from one side to the other But now Valery felt ready to press forward. As Shai distanced herself with a burst of her jetpack, Valery moved in pursuit and felt the danger of the imminent blast. Her hand came up, projecting a shield to stop the cold from freezing her up the way it had caught her husband in the past, and she swept her reignited blade in for another strike.

This time, however, her gaze shifted into the Force, and right as her blade was about to strike armor once more, she attempted to shatter the Beskar around the impact zone. She knew that crumbling the entire body armor would be impossible in such a short burst, but all she needed was one opening to bring her sister down.

 

[Shai Maji]

RYLOTH | LESSU
ALLIES: Mandalorians
ENEMIES: Everyone else
ENGAGING: Valery Noble | BB-610
GEAR: In bio

THEME​

The fight seemed to grow more intense as Valery’s attacks grew in strength, and Shai compensated to match. She managed to avoid getting her chest carved open and moved in to follow up the attack, while dissipating the blast from Shai’s cryocaster. The Wardog snarled and lunged forward as an opening revealed itself to her.

Her armour could take the hit, all she needed to do was lock Valery’s blade against her for a proper blow to get her out of the fight. She lunged with her Beskad towards Valery with the tip aimed directly at her stomach. But as she reached her mark, it was not the dull impact of the Jedi’s blade against her cuirass, but the searing pain of plasma cutting into her ribcage.

A sharp grunt escaped as Shai’s eyes widened, looking down to where the lightsaber was embedded in her body. A piece of armour, meant to stop the impact, laid on the ground. It had somehow broken off. Strength left her body as she pulled the Beskad back and let it drop to the ground as she sank to her knees. ”Karkin’... cheap shot. You broke my armour…” She managed to grunt as blood pooled into her mouth.

Clutching at the deep wound, Shai looked up at her sister as all anger and fury fled. The fire of the Wardog’s carnage extinguished, leaving only the soft, crimson eyes of Shai looking up at her sister. ”This… isn’t gonna keep… me down long. You know that.” She hissed through the pain. The blade’s cauterisation would keep her healing factor at bay, but not for long.

Her free hand reached out to Valery, beckoning her closer. ”I’m… I’m sorry, sis. I really am.” Tears welled up in her eyes, but a faint smile crept onto her features. A sharp wail of a blaster erupted immediately after a bolt fired from her vambrace towards Valery’s thigh. ”Payback…” She muttered, falling back as a heavy cough sent blood from her maw.

Her shaking hand drew one of her pistols and held it out to Valery as she stared up at her. ”I want a soldier’s death. Please, Val… I’ve wanted this… for thirty years…” She begged her sister as she held out Peace towards her.

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SOUL OF CINDER​

The moment his master’s vital signs fluctuated, Baby backed off and let out a loud roar before engaging his engines. The Basilisk effortlessly lifted off the ground and flew off to find his master. The concerns of the little Astromech was irrelevant, left behind with a salvo of missiles to finish it off.

He needed to get to his master. She was easy to find, however the signatures had the machine pause in his advance. His master’s signature was shadowed by another signature. It should have been hostile, but instead it registered as an ally. The Jedi, who did harm to his master, was hardwired to green. He could not refuse his master’s designations.

 

[BB-610]

| LOCATION: Ryloth |
| TAG: Valery Noble | Shai Maji |


BB-610 held on for dear life, wobbling erratically as the Basilisk tried to buck him off, a low humming beneath his chassis alerting him of an impending shock. The astromech was dealt poor cards, but between getting thrown to the floor or having his systems overblown with electricity, the former was definitely preferable; and so the astromech gave in, no longer resisting as his motions were guided by the Basilisk droid, tossing him off onto the ground with a dull thud.

A synthetic grunt, but BB-610 took the artificial pain in stride. Shaking his head, the astromech scoffed, ready to initiate the second part of his plan - only that moment never came, as the Basilisk droid had seemingly dropped all concern over him and had fled. BB-610 stared, deeply confused, before a flurry of missiles were deployed his way, plummeting to the ground. On instinct, the astromech's motors kicked into gear, speeding him forward with a terrified shriek.

A bombardment of color, dust scattered in the air following the echo of a deafening crash. The impact had flung BB-610 across the floor, spinning out of control before slamming against a pillar. The droid had survived, but system warnings swiftly informed him that one of his tool-bay discs had been dented enough to render its housed tools inaccessible. BB-610 rolled, optic narrowing. This wasn't right. Why would the Basilisk simply... give up? With no words, not even a threat?

Against the cries of his servos, the astromech pressed onwards, concerned about Valery. Something had happened. Did the Mandalorian recall the Basilisk for backup? Were its services no longer needed; had the two of them reached an agreement? Had Valery killed the Mandalorian? No, no, that couldn't be the case-- the Mandalorian was her friend. Valery would never kill her friend.

And yet as he approached the battlefield, injured but still perfectly functional, the sight he caught was one he was not expecting. Blood was the first thing he saw. Blaster fire, directed at Valery. Instinctively, BB-610 rushed towards them, but something knocked the wind out of mechanical lungs.

The Mandalorian had given up, just as her Basilisk had. Blue optic following the offered blaster to the Jedi, and the realization hit him all at once.

He inched closer, the once stainless steel of his chassis now dirtied with dust and muck, tiny specks of black paint missing from visible wear and tear. BB-610 stood a fair distance away, far from harm's reach, but his presence was made known all the same. The droid's gaze studied the blaster the Mandalorian had dismissed, before bringing his stare back to the Jedi as a quiet whine of binary met the air.

«...Valery?»

 

[Valery Noble]

Ryloth

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Outfit:Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Weapons: Blasters | Lightsaber | Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Shai Maji BB-610

A pained gasp escaped Valery's lips.

The tip of Shai's blade had punctured skin and flesh, and in addition to her bleeding chest, it was dripping down from Valery's stomach now as well. The Mandalorian's lunge would have killed her if it wasn't for her risky maneuver paying off — the nigh unbreakable metal had shattered, and her violet blade had embedded itself into her ribcage. It was a lethal blow for most people, but she knew it wouldn't be enough to take Shai down.

"This… isn't gonna keep… me down long. You know that."

Valery's breathing was heavier, yet erratic, and her eyes were filled with hurt. Not because of her injuries, but because of what she had done to her sister. "...Shai?" she asked, as a tear ran down her cheek. "Shai, get up. Why aren't you getting up?!" She had seen the War Dog wounded before, and during their spars they had both beaten each other into bacta tanks. But she already knew this time was different. They wouldn't be laughing at the end of a long day of sparring, nor would they share drinks again over it.

This was it.

A single bolt lashed out from Shai's vanguard, and Valery sank down to one knee when it struck her thigh and ripped it open on impact. Blood poured out of the open wound immediately, but she wasn't angry anymore either and the sharp pain hardly bothered her. She raised her blade up defensively this time to shield herself against further attacks, but Shai wasn't going to try and kill her anymore.

She offered her weapon.

Tears flowed down both cheeks in steady streams, and for the first time in battle, she felt her hands trembling. Her heartbeat got stuck somewhere in her throat, and her vision grew blurry as she stared at the familiar pistol. "Shai, no... please. You c-can't ask that of me," she stammered, but one look into her sister's eyes told her exactly how she felt. It was important to Shai that it wasn't anybody else. With a limp in her step and defeat in her gaze, Valery closed the distance and sank down to her knees as well. She let her hilt fall to the ground, accepted the pistol, and wrapped her arms around Shai's neck for one final embrace before Peace settled over Shai's heart.

"Thank you for everything," Valery whispered as the Beskar around the woman's heart crumbled away, and her grip on Shai tightened to hold her close. She rested her forehead against Shai's, and smiled. She didn't want this to end with anger, frustration or just sadness. They had gone through far too much together for things to end on a bad note between them.

"I never had a sister until I met you, and I know no better Mandalorian. I'll make sure this reaches your family, and I will do what I can to help your son. I promise."

She smiled one last time and steadied herself with a deep breath while she looked Shai, her sister, in the eyes.

«...Valery?»

Bang

And everything went black.

 

[Shai Maji]

RYLOTH | LESSU
ALLIES: Mandalorians
ENEMIES: Everyone else
ENGAGING: Valery Noble | BB-610
GEAR: In bio

WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN​

Valry was just as broken as she was, and it pained Shai to see her sister in such a way. She was a Jedi, emotion was not supposed to be a factor for them. They were bastions of peace and purity. But there she was, the Sword of the Jedi, reduced to her knees and wounded just as much as she was. How she wished to become one of them.

Shai managed to force herself up to face Valery as she knelt down to embrace her. She didn’t fight her, instead she wrapped her weak arms around her and leaned into her sister as the pistol rested over her heart.

"I never had a sister until I met you, and I know no better Mandalorian. I'll make sure this reaches your family, and I will do what I can to help your son. I promise."

”I’m gonna… miss our adventures…” She muttered, followed by a hefty cough. She made sure none of the blood reached Valery. Her crimson eyes met Valery’s gaze as their foreheads touched. She was at peace. It burdened her to have her sister do this, but she wouldn’t have anyone else do this for her.

Her eyes closed and bloody lips pressed a kiss onto Valery’s cheek. A final goodbye for her sister.

”Take care of Yuri for me…” A smile formed as she pressed against Valery, against the pistol over her heart.

A shot rang out and everything went black. Her body went limp in her sister’s embrace.

”I’m scared.”

”... Me too, sis…”​

”... Me too.”

”But it’s okay. I’ll take care of us.”

”It’ll be okay…”

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Her vital signs flatlined. Baby shuddered and roared a vile, mechanical roar as his master powered down. She was dead. For over forty years they fought together. First when he was a little BB-series astromech, then when he was transferred to the body he had now.

Decades of adventures, thick and thin… and she was dead.

The Basilisk dropped down with weapons at the ready, yet he couldn’t raise his weapons against the Jedi that did this to her. He couldn’t defy his master’s wishes. Two enormous claws scooped up his master before he finally flew off in hopes of saving her.

Her armour was broken, her helmet left behind, her weapons abandoned. Baby didn’t care. All that mattered was getting his master to safety. The galaxy was going to burn for this and he was going to make sure of it.

All he could see of his master was the faint smile that rested on her bloody lips. She was finally at peace. Decades of war, betrayal and the slaughter of her friends and family, torment and suffering… it all melted away behind that smile.

 

[BB-610]

| LOCATION: Ryloth |
| TAG: Valery Noble | Shai Maji |


BB-610 watched, unable to tear his gaze away. Like a car crash in slow motion, the astromech stared in abject horror, a bitter cocktail of emotions welling within his core. He had seen murders. He had committed them - very rarely so - but the hands of war often dictated it a necessity. It shouldn't be surprising to see Valery Noble, Sword of the Jedi, conclude a battle with bloodshed and tears; and yet the macabre undertones of the events unfolding before him were so very visceral that the droid, a virtual stranger to the Mandalorian, felt a guttural disturbance.

She wasn't 'the Mandalorian' in that moment any longer. She was Shai Maji, a mother, a family friend, a sister to his closest loved one.

Bang. The crackle of blaster fire cut through the muted air, and the droid flinched.

There was no longer a threat, even as the Basilisk he had fought so diligently stormed towards them. BB-610 had plotted an entire roadmap to deactivate it, to shut it down permanently if he had to. As it bellowed in a crescendo of sadness, the astromech couldn't help but feel terrible for the war droid that had just tried to kill him. The gentle breeze scattered dust, the battlefield stained with crimson once more. Snatched away from Valery's arms, Shai was carried off by a grieving machine, and no words were able to truly give justice to the tragedy that hung high above their heads.

There was little they could do. BB-610 rolled up to her, the dented surface of his chassis pressed against her as he cooed, no words provided - merely the company, as his head nuzzled into her side. As much as it pained him to tear her away from her loss, the battle of Ryloth roared ever stronger, with the screeches and gunfire around them refusing to die down, unfeeling towards a mourning woman with fresh blood on her hands.

He nudged at her, tugging at her to anchor Valery back into reality. He bweeped, a solemn sound, as he told her that they needed to get out of there. BB-610 spared a passing glance to the sands of Ryloth, so angry at the galaxy. There would be place to grieve, however. He just needed to get Valery to safety.

 

[Zorana]

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She had to give this Jedi some credit — he was resilient.

Even with fire and smoke engulfing him, he remained calm and managed to draw on his Force abilities, or however they called it. Zorana wasn't really sure what he was doing, but seeing the fire and smoke flow around him made her realize that she had to be more careful with her attacks. The flamethrowers on her gauntlets already ceased, and she just watched him bend the destructive flames around him.

At least the entire area surrounding him and his ship were burning too, so he wasn't quite in the clear yet.

Then, a sudden whip of fire lashed out, and she wasn't quick enough to dodge it. Her armor absorbed most of the heat on impact, but she felt the skin around her joints bun while she plummeted to the ground. At the last moment, a short burst of her jetpack prevented a nasty fall, and she rolled over several feet, before pushing herself back up.

"You can find peace in death!" She shouted back before she flicked her wrist up and fired a single rocket to him. A distraction to get up on her feet and draw her pistols again to pepper him from a distance.

Elias Edo ​

 

[Elias Edo]

Ryloth
Objective III: Old Friends

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"You can find peace in death!"

It was a solemn confirmation of the regrettable truth… the Mandalorians would stand for nothing short of blood, and if her words weren’t convincing enough, the wristrocket Zorana sent straight for him left no question.

Elias saw it in time to dodge, propelling himself from the worst of the blast with the Force, but bits of shrapnel and rock still nipped at his flesh. He was surprised she’d been able to launch such a tactful shot coming off a crash to the ground, but then again it could have been a wayward rocket meant to buy her time. Elias would have done the same to get back to his feet.

In the seconds that followed, he pushed forward, rushing through the flames and debris around him to meet the Mandalorian head on. He saw that she’d drawn her pistols, but Elias was ready to defend himself against the barrage if she fired before he reached her. If bolts flew his way, he was ready to beat them back - but if not, he’d deliver a downward overhand strike.

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Tags: Zorana ​