Mission Vengence at Amfar [Open to Three]

[Kei Amadis]

Alliance Space, near the Mandalorian Border.
Amfar
Paradissa Beach
Hotel Vos-Paradissa
Noon, high sun.
OOC Thread

Paradissa Beach

The First Marked: Clan Kryze
Following: The Setup and The Reason

Amfar. A paradise of a planet, a perfect tourist getaway. Lush tropical views, welcoming locals, fine dining, relaxation, and peace. So much like Kashyyyk had once been to him. And soon, it would be something else Kashyyyk had become to him—death.

The sun hung high over a pristine sandy beach, casting its warmth over a magnificent resort. Laughter filled the air, the easy banter of those at rest. People were happy here. Despite the galaxy's larger turmoils, Paradissa Beach remained untouched, an unspoken neutral ground, and a place where war and politics were momentarily set aside in favor of relaxation or discourse.

Over a hundred members of Clan Kryze were present, marked by their actions that day. Whether they were here on vacation, as traders, or emissaries, it hardly mattered. They were here. Relaxed. Off guard. Not completely unready, because Mandalorians never were, but they were not expecting....

A statue rising before them in the hotel grounds, a breathtaking tribute to a warrioress. A woman with flowing red hair, captured in beautiful craftsmanship. She stood proud, powerful, untamed. A full-blooded Firrerreo with a spirit that could never be broken. -Elara- Even the Mandalorians who glanced at it might have admired its aesthetic, the raw beauty of a true warrior and loved soulmate. A wife, his heart.

Clad in full silver armor, armed with an array of deadly instruments, the figure sat watching. Kei's helmet off, silent, respectful. Nothing about him seemed out of place. If anything, he looked reverent, reserved, nodding to the workers as they completed their task. Mandalorians cast him a glance, noting his heavy armament—but then, they were not ones to overly question carrying weapons or wearing armor, most of them did so.

Had this been all, it might have been nothing more than a passing moment, a fleeting welcome memory for those present.

But that was not the story of this day.

OOC: Please Read Open to:

Spoiler

One Opponent, One Neutral and One Jedi from any order. The Jedi may become oppositional or neutral if wished. I will push this on if anyone is absent, as its important. Gear in the first combat post if/when we go there, assume an excessive amount of very nasty gear, and also at least one surprise.

 

[Ellissanthia]

Location: Paradissa Beach - Amfar
Objective: Kill the Clan Kryze Rallymaster
Outfit: Beach Dress
Tag: Kei Amadis

The excision of the Mandalorian culture was not a singular event, but rather, an ongoing mission. One that had not ended since the Kainate departure from Moridinae and the formal end of the Mandalorian genocide. The Kainate had since aligned its primary objectives away from the Mandalorian culture, but the policy of annihilation remained.

And when opportunities arose for further excision to be enacted, they were seized.

Attired in a breezy beach dress, Ellissanthia was not out of place amidst the crowd of vacationers who took up most of the resort. At her feet next to the right leg of the beach chair she had situated herself upon was a box containing her equipment, which she had not elected to don for the time being. It was only her violet-hued gaze, which swept intently across the crowd in search of Kei Amadis—the Jedi she had been briefed on—that might have marked her out.

Shifting her gaze towards the grounds of the hotel, Ellissanthia caught sight of a statue depicting a warrioress in motion. The Undine took a brief moment to study it, the craftsmanship manifesting an image of a woman who appeared as powerful as she was beautiful. However, her mission was focused around it and the potential relevance it bore to the Jedi she was searching for.

For it was a statue of Elara Wahia.

And indeed, it did not take long before Ellissanthia caught sight of Kei Amdais within the statue's proximity, who was situated not too far away from it. The Undine batted her lashes in surprise upon seeing that he was clad in full silver armor. It was a bold choice in her mind, but perhaps not an unwise one.

And yet, it was his imposing, openly lethal presence which reminded Ellissanthia that now was the time for her to change into her own gear, before certain events transpired without her.

 

[Kei Amadis]

The Remaining Marked of Clan Kryze: 92/100
Rallymaster: 1/1
Innocents: 50/50
Tag: Ellissanthia | Open | Open

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Elara's statue finished; the workers turned toward him, but he didn't see them. He saw her. The others filtered away, shadows moving toward the sand and stone of the beach and hotel. Nothing else on this planet existed. Nothing else would soon exist.

A step closer. His hands ached to lift her and hold her in his arms. Give her a thousand oaths he would never break. Remind Elara why she was the mother of his children, and the fire that burned through his chest.

Amadis lowered his head. "I love you."

He kissed his hand and pressed it to her stone lips.

"Last Kiss."

Helmet locked down. His HUD flickered alive in dark blue, targeting overlays sharpening into focus. His weapon was braced to his shoulder, and grieving words had formed a command.

Elara's Aegis. The Widow's Grasp.​

A midnight-blue dome, in the form of a particle field lowered into existence, sealed the hotel, the beach, and the ocean's escape. Seconds for heroes or defenders to get inside. A heartbeat later, it curved beneath the sand and waters, closing the last path. No one in. No one out.

His arena. In the center, under the statue's gaze, the cycle of a timer began to tick within her heart. Something dormant waking up.

Beyond the shield, a dozen workers threw off their disguises, revealing armor and weapons drawn from Kashyyyk's bloody vengeance. Not soldiers but family. Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters of the butchered. Dark Jedi. Armed and ready, standing silent guard over the generators that powered the Mandalorian's tomb from the outside.

Inside the arena, the Mandalorians were trapped. No ships and no mercy. Amadis stepped back without rage or flourish. Only a Dark Jedi's resolved finality remained. A husband's right. A happy Mandalorian couple glanced at him, confused; the time for understanding had passed.

The scent of hellfire began as his bolter, Elara's Fire, spoke a single shot. Leaving a crimson crater where their bodies had been. His HUD adjusted, tracking left, targeting. Explosive shells detonated in brutal volleys, cracking the ground with the thunder of old wars and old weapons, the conflicts he had survived. They would not.

The armored figure turned toward the hotel entrance. Facing shouts, screams, some armed, and some scrambling for cover. A handful had begun to reach for weapons.

Momentum started.
A walk. A shot. They returned fire.
A jog. Explosions. The entrance caved in.
A run. Shards of crystalplex glass and durasteel erupted, caught in his force grip, and turned into a cluster of razors. Propelled in all directions to wound, scatter. and imaple. Panic, Chaos and Death. Kethlike.

His charge became a Force-sprint, a battering ram of pure unstoppable will, slamming through. A telekinetic punch tore through the remnants of the wall. Duracrete, flesh, and mandalorian iron collapsed in his wake.

Inside the silver helmet. A single face in his mind, hers. Seen through the blood on theirs. Calls started, and Clan Kryze readied for war. The death knell of entire clans starting today, Haran's promise.

Yet the Force whispered, somewhere, deep within the battle-dome, a single thread of hope. A flaw remained, leaving a crawlspace barely wide enough for one or two brave, crazy souls to slip through. If they dared, and if they even had a chance to make a difference.

Battlegear:

Spoiler

Armor:
Triple Warden AFU
Bossy-Rbos1 Rebreather
Beskar Gauntlets and Wristblades: Haran's Promise | Poison Charon Venom

Gear:
Hands: MK6 Prototype Regular Bolter: Elara's Fire.
Back: Jet Black Beskar Two-handed Doubleaxe: Haran's Executioner
Hips: MK2-Jackknife x1 | Revolving Door Magnum x1 | Saber
Belt: Coated Incendiary Gel Daggers x 4 Widow's Fangs | Harris Grace Personal Medkit | 6/6 Grenades Mixed