Faction Underworld: 1313 | Black Hand Collective & Friends

[The Storyteller]

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C O R U S C A N T
LEVEL: 1313​

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Tag: Aloy Vizsla | Tan'yill Vizsla | Tahlah Vizsla | Volts | Venari Krayt | Eliz Krayt | Jaster Awaud | Subject 82 Snow | Karr Jaxion | Reeve Bralor | Elmox Ro | Black Hand Collective Writers | Enclave Writers | Request to Join!​

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The artificial rain trickled down from the upper levels as it had always done on the infamous level 1313 of coruscant's underworld, Bathing all present in questionable liquid that trickled down armor, Enviro-suits and weaponry alike.​

They all stood there in a large circle, These mandalorians, mercenaries, smugglers and arms dealers on either side. In between them were crates of cheap weapons brought out by the dealers; Basic blaster pistols, the occasional thermal detonator or carbine. Things for the basic customers, Though they assumed the mandalorians would take whatever they were given in their dire straights.​

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The arms dealer, A sleazy looking rodian dressed in a leather trench coat, Stood in the middle while negotiating terms in huttese with a very unimpressed mandalorian. That mandalorian was Aloy Vizsla , Leader of the Black Hand Collective, As denoted by the handprint painted on her helmet, As were the helms or breastplates of other mandalorians and non-mandalorians on her side of the street.​

Whether they were members of her little syndicate or not, They had been paid handsomely for this job even before setting foot on this street, Far more than anything the her competitors could afford. As far as she was concerned, Those who were not family had their loyalty bought and sold to her already. She was confidant that this plan would go off without a hitch.​

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That plan, Was to betray the arms dealer and question him. It was the collective's belief that the rodian had been selling weapons to their nemesis, Apollyon The Betrayer , And thus his fate had been sealed long before today. The hirelings had been told that they would turn their guns on the dealer's security and that they would be capturing him for intel, And that whoever caught him would receive a bonus, But only if he was alive. Aside from that detail, The mandalorian syndicate had been tight lipped about the entire thing.​

Something about "Not being paid to ask questions". ​

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And it was almost time to earn that pay...​

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OOC: Hello lovelies! Welcome to the first official Black Hand Collective faction thread! This is a continuation of events from the mandalore rebellion prior, And we're glad to have all of you, Members or tag-alongs! Remember; We need the arms dealer alive and able to speak. Other than that, Anything goes!
If you want to play a smuggler or merc here to make some quick credits, welcome aboard. If you're here to play one of the arms dealer's guards than welcome to the PvP!

There will be no turn order, That way we can keep things flowing! Just don't double post on whoever you're interacting with. The Storyteller Is our NPC account and will narrate the arms dealer and his forces. What the Storyteller says, Goes.

Have fun!

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[Alana Calloway]

Ah, Coruscant, it was like Nar Shaddaa in all the wrong ways. The power went to whoever had the most money, and all the problems got buried under tons of durasteel, refuse, and whatever else the scrap yard was dumping out that month. Still, it was easy to make a cheap credit here if you knew what rock to look under. Which was exactly what brought the gunslinger here. The job application just called for someone to look tough and know how to shoot straight, which told her several things about the job; whoever was looking had no idea what they were asking for, or they just assumed the more men the better their chances. Well, they were dead wrong on that account.

Though for her own benefit, she had managed to find a nice little sniper perch, a lit deathstick in hand, she was enjoying her vice while the job seemed to be dragging on. She wasn't too worried, after all, if the scene got too hot she could always ditch and come back. Her smoke break halted however, as she realized the customers in question were Mandalorian. A small frown stretched across her face, as she realized that her current arsenal had a very slim chance of punching through beskar; assuming it was pure beskar. Well feth, if it was Mandalorians' I would have brought a bigger gun. She thought to herself, biting down on the stick as she primed her rifle, though left it sitting across her lap.

It was a heck of a day to be a mercenary.


Aloy Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla Tahlah Vizsla Volts Venari Krayt Eliz Krayt Jaster Awaud Subject 82 Snow Karr Jaxion Reeve Bralor Elmox Ro

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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CORUSCANT​

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Tag: Aloy Vizsla , Tahlah Vizsla, Volts , Venari Krayt , Eliz Krayt , Jaster Awaud , Subject 82 Snow, Karr Jaxion , Reeve Bralor , Elmox Ro ​

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Feth this rain. The held up negotiations between her wife and the rodian called for the taste of tobacco, a cigarette to warm her and calm her impatience with the bantha-poodoo the rodian decided was a good idea to start with. Instead, she had to settle with standing behind and to the side of Aloy and silently watch him through the t-visor. Arms crossed in defiance over the beskar clad chest, few but Aloy knew exactly what ran through her mind right now. Her eyes behind the visor was more piercingly yellow than soft hazel now. Judging by her stance, one could have guessed that it wasn't pretty stuff, and that would be a perfectly good guess. Feth this rodian.​

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Blue wasn't a fool to let her impatience take over her, though. Not when Red was in charge and right in the middle of something. No, she could wait for the mark. Besides, they needed the rodian alive. This was reminiscent of something... Yes, the mission to Felucia where they also had a rodian in their sights. It sealed their common future together, but the rodian had ended his with becoming rancor lunch. Stupid thing.​

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Aloy looked equally annoyed with the rodians stubborn behavior and it ws only a matter of time when she would give them the mark and chit would hit the fan, which would in turn let her release the tension she felt building up inside her. For this mission she had settled with a relatively light armament, considering many of her goodies was built into the beskar'gam. She carried the freshly sharpen beskad on her back, and in two cross-draw holsters the lovely presents from Aloy were loaded and ready to use. She just had to make out a plan which one of the rodians security that would bite the dust first, and of course by what weapon. Maybe she would have the pleasure going close combat with some of them.​

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[Volts]

LOCATE THE ARMS DEALER​

Tag: Aloy Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Alana Calloway Tan'yill Vizsla @everyone involved
The Grand Capital of the once great Galactic Republic now reduced to garbage. Flying into Coruscant brought back memories to Volts. He smirked under his helmet as remembered the old times. Venators used to always be taking off for battle against separatists and their droid army. There was only one time Coruscant was attacked during the war. Well the largest offense made by the confederacy against Coruscant. The trooper had no involvement in the battle due to being sent to assist the 501st who were on Mandalore. But still Coruscant was once great. He remembers seeing the old Jedi Temple in the heart of the massive city.

Luckily, Volts had been brought up to date by some of his fellow Blackhand members. He read through multiple archives on what had happened after he went on ice and it baffled him heavily. A rise of a new order, the destruction of the Jedi Order and Republic. The amount of things that happened after the crash was hard for him to accept. His clone brothers becoming soldiers for this new empire and hunting down their old comrades while oppressing the public. The hardest pill for him to swallow was the fact that he may be the last of his kind. All his brothers are dead though he held onto the hope that there were other commandos or troopers that survived the war and everything that followed. Maybe they were frozen like him in some old republic installation forgotten by time.

His awakening made him reflect on everything. He knew that he had nothing but the leader, Aloy Vizsla gave him a purpose again. The ARC trooper never thought he'd join a crime syndicate until then though now he was and he accepted it. His loyalty could be seen on his chest plate, A black hand painted onto his white duraplast armor. Volts now stood near his comrades in the dark wet streets of Coruscant, his cloak flowing slightly with the wind. His armor was refurbished and was now more modern than before. His visor stayed black giving the impression that an emotionless faceless soldier stared at them. The ARC Trooper was able to get some republic weapons that were in newer condition surprisingly. He carried a DC-15A on his back and two DC-17s holstered on his thighs. Volts stood ready to fight if needed as he was trained to do. Be a soldier.

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

CORUSCANT ​

Tag: Aloy Vizsla Volts Tan'yill Vizsla Alana Calloway
So this was the next idea Aloy had. Darsch didn't feel too good about the creation of a Mandalorian led crime syndicate. When Aloy pitched the idea, she could only cringe and put her face into her metal hand. But it was done now and somehow, Darsch decided to go along with it. She shed her hate for the idea once Aloy brought up Apollyon The Betrayer , Darsch's mentor. Someone she looked up to back then. When Darsch was a girl, her mother passed at a young age. Eventually she was discovered by her mentor before her fall. When she was still good. Apollyon had brought the young Darsch Vizsla under her wing and trained her in all types of combat.

It went to the point that Darsch looked at her as a mother type figure. That's why her betrayal hurt Darsch greatly. The Red Coronation had screwed over lots of people including Darsch who was loyal to the original deathwatch cause even after she was betrayed by her former comrades. Galia was dead, Apollyon had taken over. All she wanted was to see Apollyon again and kill her. She kept quiet to the others about her relationship with the betrayer and how close they were. There was one thing Darsch hoped for. It was to bring Galia back. It was a slim chance but it was still something she had in mind.

When Aloy pitched the mission, Darsch instantly signed on. If there was an opportunity to find Apollyon, she'd take it. Darsch didn't give a damn who got in her way. Even if it was a sleazy rodian arms dealer. No matter what she was going to figure it. The rain only made things darker prompting Darsch's visor to glow red as the rain trickled down her beskar and her advanced cybernetic arm. She followed the others ready for anything

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

So, the Black Hand assembled to hammer down on this unfortunate Rodian arms dealer, because he was an associate of this Apollyon misfit.

Adi'ka Awaud had offered Aloy Vizsla her assistance, being a decent slicer and stealthy sniper. She could surely use some compensation. The time the lagomorphic bounty hunter had fought in the war of the Mandalorian Union was not very profitable for her. The loot had barely covered the costs for repair and ammunition refill of her ship. Glory and rank does not pay our bills.

Now the small Lepi sat on high ground and surveyed the perimeter with her tiny droids and the sophisticated equipment of her black armour. An awful lot of people were closing in on the position of the Rodian it seemed.
Many wear that fancy new hand symbol on the helmet.

Was she even needed as support? Nonetheless, Adi'ka kept her guard up against electronic warfare and enemy snipers.

 

[Dominik Borra]

Mandalorians. Black hands. And a truckload of mercenaries who didn't have the same armor or emblems on them. Heck, one was wearing old clone trooper armor. Was Dominik the only one who saw that this was obviously a trap? No one brought this much firepower to the sale of mediocre weapons. The Mandalorians just had a heavy blow dealt to them and maybe they were feeling insecure. No, Mandalorians never felt insecure. They felt like they could, in some way, kill everyone in whatever room they stood in. They wouldn't need the firepower to show strength. They liked to keep to their own to show power. In a normal black market sale, you show power so no one thinks you're weak. If they deviated from that, it showed weakness. So either these Mandalorians just stole the armor they were wearing or were the weakest of the bunch to get out of the trouble they were in. Or they weren't here for the deal.

Dominik stood behind and a little to the side of the Rodian, holding his blaster rifle with both hands in the rain. The blaster rifle would do absolutely nothing against the Beskar, only give them a nice shove on the shoulder. He was sure he could still hit in the unprotected parts of the armor, but it would only be once and not fatal. There were far, far too many others around to even consider that a possibility.

He wore a long green coat that shed the rain easily over his body armor, standard stuff that would only really protect against civilian caliber weapons. A short hood was over his head that kept the rain off of him but allowed him to still see everywhere. Underneath the coat on his leg was his DX-2 Disrupter Blaster. That could punch one of the Mandalorians hard, and he would be switching to that when the fireworks started. When, not if. In a pocket of his was a short curved knife he had picked up a while back, and on his left leg was a long combat knife. He spotted one sniper watching the Rodian's back, but only because he knew where she was. If the Mandalorians brought this many guns with them, they'd have a sniper of their own for support in case things got rough.

Dominik wasn't here because the Rodian paid him off to be a bodyguard. For Dominik's complete services and abilities, it would have cost far more. He wasn't sure exactly how much, he had never been bought before. He wasn't here to protect this scum weapons dealer, no. He was here for his connections to Apollyon, a traitor to the Mandalorians and someone who sided with the Sith. It was that last part that made him take this initiative. He had contacted a one-time ally of his, Kranak Vizsla, for help with the operation. His commlink was either out of range or the Mandalorian wasn't picking up for Dominik. Seemed more likely he was just somewhere else. For now his plan was to be a good enough guard to warrant this Rodian bringing him along to a meeting with Apollyon. The first chance he would get, the first time she took off her helmet infront of him or he got close enough, he planned to do what his training taught him to do with a target. Kill in a ruthlessly quick fashion, no dramatics, no-nonsense. Bolt to the head, knife to the throat, snap of the neck, whatever. Then you leg it.

But with what faced the Rodian now, Dominik would really have to prove himself or give up the mission and find some other way. He didn't see the Rodian coming out of this alive. Unless he called it off. The Rodian hated when someone interrupted a conversation he was in. He refused to feed one of his man for a day when he simply sneezed at the wrong time. No matter how mad the Rodian got, if Dominik could save his life then he would rise in trust. Dominik took slow steps forward and leaned down to the Rodian's ear, cupping his hand so no one else saw his mouth move as he whispered in a deep tone, "I'm sorry sir, but look at the guns and bodies they brought. I think they want to steal from you, not buy." He advised in Rodian.

 

[Tahlah Vizsla]

FIRST TIME IN THE CITY​

Tag: Aloy Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Volts Adi'ka Awaud Dominik Borra Tan'yill Vizsla Alana Calloway








The first mission the Black Hands will conduct is now underway. Time has been spent getting a few others to become proper members and converting Clan Vizsla of Roon into the syndicate. Now their group is ready for action, which Tahlah enjoyed the prospect of very much. She never has been to Coruscant ever in her life. Her whole life was spent on backwaters in the Outer Rim. Now she was in the Core for the first time in her life, and on Coruscant of all planets.

Thankfully they did not go to the upper levels with all the glitz and glamor of the markets and government buildings. These lower levels were far more relatable for the young Nautolan. Not the sophisticated lifestyle of the surface. However, she lived an unsophisticated life in wide open frontiers while these people lived unsophisticated lives in the dark underbelly of this city. Her dark armor was gleaming a bit from the rain. She hoped it was water, but part of her knew this had to be cleaned off her beskar when this was over. She heard from others in their group who were more familiar with this alluded to other things being in the "rain" than just water if there even was water in it.

Like the others, Tahlah too stood there menacingly. Her robotic arm now crossed under her left arm. The cybernetic arm looked similar to the plating of her left arm, but she was slightly subconscious of it. Though, coming here was a means to get back at the nerf-herder who did this to her. Tahlah was more than happy to stand here menacingly and bag this little Rodian. The arms dealer was definitley much older than she was, but it almost appeared she might be as tall as he was. That thought helped boost the confidence of the youth to stand there more menacingly.

Her skills were in combat, not diplomacy. Her pistols were at her waist, while her Neimodian Rifle was slung over her shoulder. She knew the plan for this guy. If he supplied Appolyon, then she could not wait for the moment she can pound his face into oblivion. Sadly he had to be alive, but if an "accident" happened, Tahlah would love to cause it. She then stood there restraining herself. Any second now., she thought to herself, Any second now we're going to bag this runt. Aaany second now.....

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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C H A O S
L E V E L - 1 3 1 4​

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Tag: Tan'yill Vizsla | Dominik Borra | Darsch Vizsla | Alana Calloway | Tahlah Vizsla | Volts | Adi'ka Awaud | ​

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Aloy stood there, Arms crossed beneath her hooded poncho as she stared in utter contempt at the Rodian... Not only was the damned fool trying to cheat her and her gang, But the poor thing didn't even realize that he was wasting his time.​

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Giving Tan'yill Vizsla a glance, She could see that her wife wasn't too happy about this either, And with the rest of the collective on edge, She was starting to get the idea that it was time to shut the rodian's trap.​

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<"I'm disappointed by your stock, Rodian"> She finally cuts in, Immediately earning the rodian's ire. But Aloy didn't much care whether he enjoyed interruptions or not, And simply sighed.​

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(In huttese)"Then look elsewhere, Tin-can! You want better, You pay better. End of story"​

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Aloy takes one step closer, Uncaring whether the bodyguard reacted or not <"Is this how you treated Apollyon too? When you sold her the tools to slaughter innocents?">​

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The rodian cocks his head to one side, Glancing at the bodyguard who had already warned him. (In huttese)"How do you even- No. This isn't about her. This is about you and whatever you're offering for the guns" He attempts to diffuse the situation.​

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<"Fine. This is what I'm offering~"> Aloy says in a softer tone, Putting her hands up defensively.​

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<"Your life!"> In a blur of movement, Aloy grabs the arms dealer by the collar and pulls him in close, Using him as a meat shield while reaching forward with her free hand and casting a wide arc of flames from her gauntlet.​

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In need of no further signal, Her men begin to open fire on the dealer's security, And his men likewise. Aloy begins to back up, Attempting to drag the arms dealer behind her line of defense so they can make a quick extraction.​

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[Tan'yill Vizsla]

FIGHT!​

Tag: Aloy Vizsla , Tahlah Vizsla, Darsch Vizsla , Volts , Dominik Borra , Adi'ka Awaud , Jaster Awaud , Alana Calloway, Karr Jaxion , Reeve Bralor , Eliz Krayt , Elmox Ro

<"Your life!">

There was the mark they all waited and prepared for. The dealers henchmen seemed to have felt the tense vibes and a human male, probably an adviser of some sort, had whispered something to the rodian. Something that the ignorant alien fool just whafted off. A move that he now paid the price for.

In one fluid motion, Tan drew and fired her elegant but deadly gifts and took a kneeling position to dodge the first shots from the rodians security. Two blasters meant she could aim for two targets at a time, and with an initiating double shot each, she brought down two of them. She rolled to the side and swiftly took cover behind a small trash container she had spotted before the fighting started. She pressed her back against the container and took a quick glance at Aloy, checking if she was okay and had the rodian with her. As always, her lovely wife was holding her own. Tan peeked from behind the cover and continued to fire with one blaster.

Her sensors warned her for a goon that must have seen her move and taken to the flank, now making a charge at her.

CRACKK!

She felt the guys nose cave in to the force of her elbow greeting it. Grabbing him by the shoulder, she brusquely pulled him closer and finished him with a bolt through the stomach at point blank range and the body fell to the ground.

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[Alana Calloway]

One moment the deal seemed to be going all well and good, then next she knew blaster shots were going out and people were being put down in the dirt quicker than a game of high stakes Kessel Roulette. Which to the wayward gunslinger meant it was time to join in. Bitting on the butt of her stick, her leveled her rifle and popped off a shot towards the fancy Mando with the flame thrower.

Seeing a new burst of blaster fire coming out from the Mandalorian party, Alana's smoke fell from her lips, as her armored suit deployed. She lined up another shot, this one aimed to the armored Twi'lek, and let loose. One of her compatriots had already been killed by the merry band down below, and given the state of the rest of the band, the odds certainly weren't in Alana's favor. But that never stopped her from making bad choices before.

Aloy Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Reeve Bralor Karr Jaxion Elmox Ro Tahlah Vizsla Dominik Borra Adi'ka Awaud Volts

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

"Sniper detected on 2-7-3. Microclimatic obscuring and slight wind from northeast. Humanoid female. Rifle weapon." the radio message of her tiny droid was displayed on the HUD of Adi'kas helmet.
Already a called shot on the flamethrower wielder was streaking in the air, shortly after the small Lepi saw the shooter by herself. What amateur was giving away her position by smoking in the dark?
Time to counter sniping. This one had to be suppressed to cover the ground force.

"Nothing personal, smoking lady!", the Mandalorian lagomorph thought as her rifle spoke with dry thunder. Not waiting and confirming any possible hit Ad'ka was switching positions. Her droids were monitoring the enemy sniper and tagging her as the black armoured bunny was aiming again.

She was sure a normal goon would be dead by now, but she had fought sith and knew that some people could survive certain death by freaky precognition of the so-called "force".
She would not underestimate someone smoking a shining stick. In nine of ten cases such people were only stupid amateurs with no experience of real battle, but the tenth was actually overconfident because of otherworldly powers. She had not seen the enemy sniper in spite of all her surveillance equipment before the shot and that was creepy and make her nervous.

At least she would occupy smoking girl and prevent her from engaging the bunch of Vizslas. Too bad they were enemies! She looked actually cute for a relative of apes sucking on burning sticks of tocic waste.

Alana Calloway

 

[Dominik Borra]

The Mandalorian had mentioned his target, Apollyon, with seemingly no love given towards her. But when she held up her hands, that was the largest red flag Dominik had seen all night. The posture, the shifting body weight, the slight pause. It was the exact same thing he'd done to disarm weapons pointing at his throat or right before throwing a quick jab into someone's throat. Before she moved, he knew that now was the time everything was going to break loose. And his only way to Apollyon was about to be taken.

<"Your life!"> She called out and grabbed the Rodian before making use of that flamethrower that all Mandalorians had. Another guard to Dominik's right got scorched as he brought up his gun in response, but Dom was at the other end of her arc. He dropped his useless rifle on the ground and ducked low, making the quick move up to her while unsheathing the short curved knife into his right hand. A shot rang out from the sniper on his side, striking the Mando woman on the helmet. From the ricochet and the sound of the blast, he recognized it as a slugthrower. It seemed to disorient her for just a moment as he got in close and rose.

His left hand grabbed her flamethrower arm and raised it to point in the air while his right palm, fingers still holding the knife, slammed into the chin of her helmet, intending to slam her head up and back. With his right hand already raised, he brought it back down to cut through the cloth that she held the Rodian by.

If she wanted him alive and was about to take him hostage, then they wouldn't like to shoot the Rodian. Dominik was trying to protect his own hide as much as his mission's. He put the knife back into a pocket and put his left arm around the Rodian, holding him like a criminal would a hostage as a shield, and quickly shuffled back towards the line of guards. With his right hand he drew his DX-2 Disrupter and began firing off shots, the first one at the Mandalorian he had just assaulted. He knew that with that Beskar it wouldn't kill her, but it would be hell on her systems. The Rodian would be pissed that Dominik was using him like a shield, but Dominik knew that they wouldn't shoot at him. Or, he hoped.

Aloy Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Tahlah Vizsla Alana Calloway Volts

 

[Tahlah Vizsla]

FIGHT​

Tag: Aloy Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Tan'yill Vizsla Volts Alana Calloway Dominik Borra







"<Your life!>"
A smirk went across Tahlah's face under her mask when those words came out of the Alor's mouth. As a near reflex, she uncrossed her arms, and drew out her pistols in one fluid motion. After that, she opened fire on those still standing. Tan shot at some, while Aloy took the runt for herself. Thus that left Tahlah with shooting some of the goons still around.

Both got hit square in the chest. From there, she heard high powered shots ring out. Sniper rifle shots. That was what brought her to take cover behind some crates. She hoped she got the angle right and is covered from any shots that might come her way. However, only time would tell. From there, she just poked out her and there on either side of the pile to shoot at those from the arms dealer. Now wary of the sniper though, it was hard to say if any hit from what she saw.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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C H A O S
LEVEL 1313​

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Tag: Alana Calloway | Dominik Borra | Tan'yill Vizsla |​

Equipment: In bio​

Engaging: Dominik Borra ​

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Aloy had allowed herself to feel confidant just this once. Trusting her pure beskar to keep her out of harm's way as she dragged the rodian into her gang of rebels and renegades, Using her flame projector to keep her foes at bay and blind others.​

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Before she knew it however, A shot rang out and hit her in the helmet, Hard! Causing her inertial dampeners to activate and herself to stumble and shudder, Only standing because her prosthetic leg was able to secure her with it's claws, Gripping the ground for all it's worth. If it weren't for the inertial dampeners, There surely would have been a dent in that helm now. ​

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The rodian's bodyguard had somehow rushed her during this time, Grabbing her gauntlet and forcing her flamethrower straight up into the air, Lighting the skies ablaze and casting orange light all around the street, Like sunlight had finally come to this force-forsaken corner of the underworld.​

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Aloy's knuckle-blades extend suddenly as she readies herself to strike at her foe, But a quick strike to the chin of her helm forces her to look at that artificial sun in the blazing skies, Which slowly begins to dissipate. ​

She suddenly hikes up her shoulders, Snapping back to look at her foe through her blurred vision, Trying to reduce the likelyhood of receiving a dagger to the throat.​

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But that dagger, Ineffective as it would have been, Was not meant for her.​

Her grip was torn from her as the bodyguard cut the very collar she had gripped, Freeing the rodian from her grasp. ​

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She growls, And with just a thought needed to activate her neural-linked armor, She fires her knee-rocket darts at her assailant.​

But just as her knee-rockets leave their tubes, The bodyguard pulls a disruptor on her.​

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The knee rockets are thrown off course, Hitting two mercenaries on either side of the bodyguard while Aloy is suddenly struck with a disruptor round, Exploding in a violent splash of golden hues against her breastplate. ​

With a metallic clatter, She lands against the street, Her poncho rapidly disintegrating from it's center where the disruptor had struck, Leaving a nasty scorch mark against her armor that exposed the silver beneath her blue paint.​

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[Volts]

Blaster Bolt Boogaloo​

Tag: Aloy Vizsla Dominik Borra Tan'yill Vizsla Alana Calloway Darsch Vizsla Tahlah Vizsla
And just like that, the colorful bolts of plasma began flying burning into mercenaries on both sides. Volts smirks under his helmet as he looked around surveying the situation. Hell, that was one word for it. Volts was a seasoned vet so he knew what to do in situations like this after all, he did fight through many of the major battles of the clone wars. He faced commando droids, bounty hunters, and even his own brothers at the end of it all. In this whole battle, Volts didn't have a side that he would be madly loyal to though he rather stick around with the Blackhands due to them literally saving him from the freezer aboard an old Venator. The clone quickly unholstered his DC-17s and raised them like how ARC Troopers and Clone Officers used to do back in the day yet he had a sort of skill with his pistols. Bolts of blue began flying at the enemy mercs lighting up the otherwise dark with the hue of blue.

His bolts would burn into the Rodian's bodyguards as the two sides fought over control of the alien. Volts honestly didn't care about what info he carried only the orders to capture him alive. He noticed the suddenly flash of a blaster in the distance as it seemed the commander was hit. That's what he referred Aloy as, his commander. Some things you couldn't shake off. He watched the flames rise into the sky as it seemed she was stunned by the blast. Then a few disruptor shots rang off which seemed to cause Aloy to loosen her grip letting the Rodian go.

<"Keep me covered! The Commander's been hit and target is loose.. I'll snag him back. Just keep those bolts off of me damnit!">

The clone shouted into his comm with his distinct voice that many other knew the clone troopers for. Their armor and their identical features. The Commando ran forward firing his blaster as he got close to Aloy and the Rodian. Who the hell was this? He thought to himself seeing the third party person grab his target and hold a blade to him which prompted a growl from Volts he came into view as he holstered both pistols and unslings the DC-15A on his back. He trains the rifle on the man moving forward cautiously.

"I don't know who the hell you are, but scaly's coming with us. So do us a favor and let him go."

He could have taken a shot anytime and put this merc down but he didn't. Maybe he was after something that the Rodian had or information he had. Was it Apollyon? Now Volts wasn't a negotiator. He was a soldier but he couldn't help but speak up.

"Maybe we can come to an agreement. You're after something this bloody arms dealer has. So are we.. Put the knife down and lets talk.."

A clone negotiating in the middle of a heated battle. How odd that sight is.

 

[Dominik Borra]

The one wearing clone trooper armor sounded just like the actual clones from way back when. He and the others in the Project had studied those old war tactics, and a lot of them came with commentary from the commander who made it. Was this clone seriously a survivor from that era? He must have been on ice for far longer than Dominik had been. Talk about a culture shock. But he wanted the Rodian back. The Rodian was struggling and was yelling at Dom to let him go, to stop using him as a shield, but Dominik's artificial arm held him fast. Dominik swiveled the Disrupter at the trooper but didn't fire. Sure, the trooper had a rifle trained on him, but Dominik had dodged blaster bolts before. Sure, he had seen them coming from maybe a hundred meters away and had time to move, but he had done it before.

But most importantly, he wanted the Rodian alive. The other bodyguards for the Rodian were getting blasted to ribbons, so he would either have to run now or talk. With this much firepower, even if they got to a getaway vehicle, these guys would shoot it down. Dominik was a good driver and pilot, but not good enough to escape a dozen or so Mandalorians right on his tail. Running was a bad option. These guys were ruining his whole plan, but alive was better than dead.

Dominik stopped walking backward. THe other guards with him had more important things to worry about than Dominik and the Rodian, they would die or run or keep shooting. He kept the gun on the trooper but his eyes weren't focused on anything, instead taking in everything around him. If another approached him to blindside him, he'd fire the Disrupter at them. "I need his connections," Dominik said. "What about you? You obviously don't care about the guns."

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

FIGHT!​

Tag: Aloy Vizsla , Tahlah Vizsla, Darsch Vizsla , Volts , Adi'ka Awaud , Jaster Awaud , Alana Calloway, Reeve Bralor , Dominik Borra , Eliz Krayt , Elmox Ro , Karr Jaxion

A high velocity blaster shot rang and left a prominent burn mark in the container that served as her cover. Looking up, her sensors picked up a sniper engaging them from above. She didn't have to respond though, as she also spotted the small yet brave stature of their lepi ally. Her blaster pistols wouldn't have done the trick anyway, not at this distance.

She had to focus on the battle at their level, and what she saw instantly raised every alarm there was in her. The rodians lead henchman had made an unexpected but daring move charging at Aloy and had managed to free their target. Before Tan could act, the guy pulled a disruptor and made Aloy hit the ground by a shot from it. Feth!

The ancient clone trooper that accompanied them decided to go for the guy and try to snatch the rodian back. There was only one way forward. No choices. Nothing to even consider, but to rush to the protection of her wife. While the clone trooper were caught in a standoff with the rodians bodyguard, negotiating terms, she saw a chance to also cover his back and force the whole fight to a deadlock and thus buying them time and room.

''Next one making a foolish move, I'll personally see that you'll see the world from inside a bacta tank when you wake up! Dead is not the worst state you can find yourselves in, take my word for it...'' she threatened loudly but dead focused, while standing over Aloy and brandishing the blasters at the henchmens that were left standing.

''You okay, Aly?'' she asked in a considerably more different and sweet tone while keeping her yellow burning eyes open for the slightest move the rodians security would dare make.

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[Alana Calloway]

Her smoke break had taken a turn for the worst. First, Alana had witnessed most of entourage being taken out, secondly she had lost her smokes, and now her position was compromised as indicated by the heads and blaster fire whipping in her direction. Sith spit, time to move. She thought, her shoulder stinging slightly from the recoil she had been letting slam into her shoulder. A flashing red light on the right side of her HUD, indicating something was locking onto her. Still, it wasn't that big of a deal. Reposition, and open fire, then the fight would probably be gone enough that she could make a run for it and still-

A searing hot pain slammed into her rib cage, squeezing the air from her lungs, and sending her staggering forward. A low cough sounded from the confines of her helm, alarms flaring across her HUD. A scent of burning metal stung her nostrils, which she could just recognize through the thin web of consciousness she was clinging to. Awareness came back slow at first, than suddenly all at once. Her rifle was no longer in her reach, the indicator on her suit showed a minor breach in the abdomen region, and a failure of the kinetic dampening materials. Yea, this wasn't good. Instead of getting back up to make herself a target, Alana laid there, her head unmoving to the side, as she could see the battle playing out down below. Taking slow breaths, she tried to catch her second wind, and figure out if she should try and go after the sniper who had put one in her.

"Minerva, play suit feedback." She mouthed quietly, watching as the suit replayed the moment of her injury, the gunslinger taking in the information as she began to plot a course to move forward, the pain in her body slowly being worked away.

This was getting a little too hot for herself, maybe it was time to dip while the getting was good.

Tag: Aloy Vizsla Tahlah Vizsla Darsch Vizsla Volts Adi'ka Awaud Jaster Awaud Reeve Bralor Dominik Borra Eliz Krayt Elmox Ro Karr Jaxion

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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F I G H T​

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Tag: Tan'yill Vizsla | Alana Calloway | Dominik Borra | Volts | Adi'ka Awaud |​

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Rain. Why was it so intense here? Like the force decided to make things dramatic for the hell of it. The constant droplets came to pitter patter against her visor as she stared up at the sky. Or lack thereof. She could see the maze of rusting durasteel spired encrusted in shanty towns crowded around this sector's surface gate, Where the rain was less intense. ​

Not like here.​

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As much as the wet smudges on her visor were beginning to annoy her, she could tell that those droplets had kept her awake long enough to recover. But the headache... She wanted badly to sleep it off right now.​

Then a new sound came through her helm's audio-reception; Tan'yill. Her wife, Threatening- No, Promising pain and suffering to anyone that came near. ​

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I did right in marrying her, She thought, A warrior true and a woman loyal. We'd have been best friends if not for love, And now we're something even greater.​

''You okay, Aly?''

She blinks beneath her visor once, Turning to look on her wife in silence for a moment. In that brief pause, As her gaze met Tan'yill's even through the visor, All that mattered was that they were together.
But as always, War came in to ruin the moment. Volts went running past, Heralded by loud blaster fire that shook the Vizsla further awake than anything else had, Forcing her to focus and cough, Rolling on her side and pushing herself off the street.

<"Never better, Blue!"> She groans, Forcing herself to her feet as she picks up her blaster, Immediately taking her wife's side and blasting a pair of mercenaries off in the distance.

She looks to Tan'yill over her shoulder then <"Just like old times, huh?">

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