Waking the Bear. [Mando/Sith]

[Darth Talos]

@[member="Daxton Bane"] @Ryori Za'tire @Kaia Za'tire @Val'Ryss Zankarr
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9e16t8mXsrg


It was finally time...the day that Talos proved himself was at hand. He looked back at the apprentices he had been given rule over as Bane took his place at the front of the group. "Give them nothing." Talos said coldly as his eyes looked back towards his destiny that lay just beyond the closed boarding door "And take everything from them." A cynical hum began to slice the air as the red beams of power shot from his Guard Shoto. Adrenaline pumped through his veins, his heart acting fast to be sure that it filled ever crevice of his muscles.

"For the Emperor!" The voice of his master rang out through the inclosed deployment area, and the steel door of the loading area dropped open. Beyond lay a raging battle that had already taken the lives of many...but all Talo saw was power and immortality. The mob of Sith echoed in unison, Daxton's words, creating a roar that was surly being shouted by the God of War. Talos stormed ahead, his apprentices right behind him, every step was an eternity for Talos, who wanted only to taste the blood of a jedi.


Blaster bolts sizzled through the air, creating a heat around Talos as they zipped by him like lightning. His sabers acted just as fast, whipping the air and deflecting the deadly projectiles into all directions. A mandolorian tried desperately to move out of the way of the charging death before him, but Talos would have none of it. Witch a flick of his wrist he sent a volley of red lightning that slammed into the armored warrior and catapulted him across the battlefield like a rag doll. His first kill...and it felt so..good, he wanted more! Blindly he charged into a fray of soldiers, his sabers deflecting until he got close and danced around them. With a single stroke of his blade he had decapitated two men, there helmets hitting the ground and rolling as their bodies fell into lifeless piles of meat onto the metallic floor.


As he gloried at the two dead men at his feet, a blaster bolt flew straight and true, finding its mark between the apprentices shoulder blades. It didn't penetrate but it was enough to throw him off balance and to the ground. He managed to roll across the floor, using the force of the impact, and then vault back to his feet. His Witch's Skin had taken care of any bodily damage, but he was finding himself quickly encircled by Mandos. Like usual, he had gotten ahead of himself and gotten thrown into a bad situation. Oh well, Talos grinned as he looked around him "It's a pity, they send such weaklings to fight us." Without a flinch to give away his intentions he began his onslaught of the soldiers, just as his apprentices arrived for back up.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Capitol walls, Kote, Kal, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mikhail Shorn

Jorn was sure that He was in the right postion. He was told to go here. He just charged foward when he saw the wall fall. A section of the walls fell. It was from the artys! he charged foward with many other Mandos. He was fiering upon several troopers that were on the walls. He wanted them off so they could get as many of their troops into the City as possabul. They would over run the City. He had used almost all of his rifels ammo to get most of the troopers off of the walls. But what he didnt expect was a Sith to be so close by. He was cutting though the troops one by one. Jorn smiled, because he was going to take him out.

Jorn had picked up a fresh clip from a dead mando saying "Im sorry brother, But I will aveng you." Jorn walked further to the Sith and was aimming at his head. He was being beaten by hand from one of the Mandos that had benn first in the city walls. Jorn fired once he pulled the blade back from the mans side. He was just merly grabbng his attention. The hard way.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

CITY WALLS - BREACH
@[member="Jorn Mair"]

More Mandalorians flooded through the wall, dousing the Imperial troopers on the other side with walls of laser fire. The Imperials fired back, but Mandalorians were like miniature tanks with their heavy armor. It made them durable, deadly threats. It also made them slower than Mikhail Shorn, who utilized the blaster fire from the Imperials as he attacked the Mandos from an angle, giving him the advantage of limited surprise and enabling him to engage in close quarters combat. So far, it had worked fairly well. Two dead Mandos... one living Shorn.

The smell of burning flesh and smoke pervaded Mikhail's scent; the inescapable and repulsive smells of battle. His dark hair, covered in powdered rubble from the explosion at the wall, was matted against his head with sweat. He felt the hot blood trickling down the side of his face from the wounds on his forehead and cheek. His body still ached from being hurled twenty feet by an explosion, but adrenaline and the power of the Dark Side subverted his pains. The smeared blood and grim provided a grim visage and stark background as his blue-grey eyes stared out like twin winter storms.

Mikhail, still reveling in the power of the Dark Side, sensed the imminent danger of an oncoming attack. Almost all force users have that innate intuition to see, or rather feel, an attack before it happens. The untrained can use it to escape tight situations. But a Sith Apprentice, or more, could wield that precognition to deadly effect. Flowing into action, Mikhail's saber leaped out in a flash of crimson and met the incoming bolt, batting it aside. He would have sent it back at the oncoming Mando, but he had not yet mastered that skill. Makashi did not emphasize blasterfire redirection. Mikhail raised his other hand and squeezed off several shots from his pistol in retort. He then holstered the pistol and extended his hand toward the debris littering the ground.

With great concentration, he lifted several pieces of rubble using the Force. They hovered in the air for a moment before zipping toward the Mando as Mikhail accelerated them to an alarming speed. They wouldn't kill the Mando if they hit, but they would probably knock him off his feet. Shorn sped forward, the Dark Side lending strength to his legs as he bounded forward with preternatural speed, closing the distance in a few blinks.

 

[Disciple]

Starport Thing Place
@[member="Ryori Za'tire"] @[member="Daxton Bane"]

What games was Disciple up to? HIS OWN OF COURSE! Looking to the skies and spotting one of the many Mandalorian gunships, a feral grin split the Jester's face as he felt a familiar, and powerful, presence. Brows. His favorite pale skinned Jedi was here! Oh, how exciting! It made do a little jig which drew a few strange looks from some of the Sith nearby.

"MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS.", he barks.

That got them to bolt right quick, not wanting to mess with the insane... thing, that was Disciple. "You.", a clawed finger pointed to one of his creatures. "Get. Me. Popcorn."

With that, he began walking towards where he could sense Ryori.

It was going to be a good day.

 

[Carbon]

Capital
@Morudun @[member="Teferi Efreet"] @[member="Jaxton Ravos"]

Mandalorians and Sith clashed in the streets, and through it all marched Emberli. Soon, he found himself in the city center, watching Sith dropships fall from the sky behind his own and he had to suppress a smirk - it was going to be a good day. At home among the chaos, he tuned out the comm chatter until he heard their Emperor had arrived.

"He's heading our way, Grandmaster."

There was a bit of relish in those words. This Mandalorian was assuredly off his rocker.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Capitol walls, Kote, Kal, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mikhail Shorn

Jorn went wide eyed as the rubble was launched in his direction. With out thinking he jumped to the left and rolled some more to get out of the way. The Sith was comming fast. He drew his Angel blade and fired 2 rounds from the gunsword hybrid. It was effective at the fireing and would be right on target. He was already sweating from the heat of battle. Jorn would be ready for the Sith.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Daxton Bane @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Ryori Za'tire @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Kaia Za'tire @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Darth Talos

[STAR-PORT BATTLEFIELD]

As the hangar bays lowered and the apprentices gathered to take action, they were stopped by their commander. Val’Ryss had frozen and raised both her hands into the air, as if she was offering a sacrifice to some ancient god. The apprentices watched as she began to mutter dark-words in a tongue they couldn’t recognize. It wasn’t Dathomirian, nor was it ancient Sith, it was…something else…dark and mysterious. Suddenly they could feel it and some could even see it, a dark maelstrom began to surround Val’Ryss and then abruptly subside, diving into her body. One of the apprentices hesitantly asked, “Commander? What is it?” Val’Ryss slowly lowered her arms and took in a deep breath. The essences of the battlefield flooded into her body- the smell of blood, the disturbed ground and the corpses that now covered the surface.

“Nothing, apprentice. Everything is perfect.” Val’Ryss lowly hissed. This was her home, surrounded by powerful emotions of anger and sorrow- and the stench of death. She was reminded of the countless Dathomirian cult wars she had witnessed and participated in, but this was on a grander scale, this was far more entertaining and pleasing. The apprentices noticed she was now in some trance, the dark-words must have been some ancient battle-prayer, recited to curse its speaker into a dark mode. Val’Ryss turned to her apprentices as the doors opened, “Break into hunting packs, use the chaos of the battlefield for cover. Do not get bogged down with killing of Mondos, move swiftly, never rest, find the Jedi and hunt them down….all of them.” She then turned and stepped on the battlefield. Speaking once more her serpentine words slithered into their ears. “We will keep close to Knight Bane, but once I sense the jedi you will all follow my lead. Remember, swift as darkness and sudden as death…..For the emperor.” With that final command Val’Ryss’ slow walk into the valley of death lunged into a great charge.

Blaster rounds and explosions now consumed their presence. But such peripheral dangers only added to her excitement. Raising her arm out she summoned the force and her lightsaber hilt flung to her arm, the shortened shoto-blade erupted into activity. With a wave of its red glow the blaster bolts bounced about her. Through her movements she re-directed the rounds towards surrounding hostiles, catching them in center of mass, or in their limbs. Her presence was swift and held a rather archaic finesse. Val’Ryss paid no attention to the main fight, she swerved and danced about the action searching for the candles in the darkness. The Mandalorians watched in confused horror, as this Sith warrior danced around their men as if they were up-rooted trees. Soon they decided they would reduce her movement and they swarmed about her.

Val’Ryss growled and with her other hand summoned her main weapon. A silver spiral of metal that was her light-whip hilt rushed to her hand. Igniting it, one would be mistaken to believe a great red serpent had appeared onto the battlefield. The rushing Mandalorians advanced with hesitation this was an odd weapon. But it was already too late. With its long-reach Val’Ryss unleashed her weapon with a subdued flick of her arm. The red whip slithered through the spaces between her and her foe. The base of the whip wrapped itself around one of the Mandolorians, removing him from his waist and lower body, while the very tip of the whip veered off and pierced another through the chest before the entire weapon whipped back to its master. Without taking time to revel in her kills she vanished again, disappearing behind explosions and bodies, using the force to launch her victims at their living counterparts or removing debris from her path only to cast it into the enemies around her. She was a force of nature, a vessel of the dark-side and this vessel was thirsting for blood. Suddenly she felt it. Two candles in the darkness.

Val’Ryss focused all of her malevolence and swarmed them with it. Her presence would be felt even before she physically arrived. Her dark voice projected through the force in black ancient-Dathomirian whispers to haunt the minds of the light she was now chasing, “Yves’sa; Kruz vehet sath Sithos cravikeen”

 

[Lord Ghoul]

CITY WALLS - BREACH
@[member="Jorn Mair"]
The Mando seemed barely phased by the thrown debris, but it bought Mikhail some time to close the gap. By the time the Mando brought his weapon up to fire, Mikhail was only five meters away. Shorn brought his weapon to parry the incoming shots, but he was too close. The blaster whined as it discharged two lancets of red energy at Mikhail. He parried the first one, but his blade couldn't come around in time to block the second. Not quick enough. Not nearly quick enough.

Mikhail felt searing pain as the plasma beam punched straight through the outer muscle of his left shoulder, almost spinning him around. Mikhail tumbled to the ground, gasping in agony as the pain ripped through him. He lay on his back for a heartbeat, his mind in a daze. He smelled burning flesh. His own. Vaguely, he saw the Mando looming, ready to end his life. A sense of helplessness flooded through him. Die here? Now? Meaningless and futile. So meaningless. Was he nothing more than another casualty of some obscure battle in a soon to be obscure war. He was meant for more, destined for more. How could it end this way?

"No," Mikhail breathed. He denied his helplessness. He was stronger than this. Rage surged with Shorn; a powerful, uncontrollable anger at the cruelty and unfairness of it all, this pathetic galaxy. He reached within himself and grasped at the emotions, gathering them up. Anger, pain, fear, he felt them course with the aura of the Dark Side. It surged through him, rejuvenating, clearing his mind. He fairly shook with the power welled within him. He reached out with his mind and hand in unison and channeled that power into a Force Pull with his mind that yanked at the Mandalorian's feet like a ripcurrent. It held no precision, only raw power evident in the debris around the Mando's feet which went flying past.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Capitol walls, Kote, Kal, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mikhail Shorn

Jorns feet were taken out from uner him as he was walking foward. He fell to the ground slamming the back of his head on the stone pavement. He let go a "Uphhft" As he fell. Jorn was dased from the hit he took. Shaking his head to get rid of the fuzzy feeling in his head. Jorn sat up to face the Sith Seeing that he was still on the ground he fired two more shots out of his Angel blade. It would be hard for him to block the attacks since he was still on the ground.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

CITY WALLS - BREACH
@[member="Jorn Mair"]
The next series of shots were predictable. Hard to block while still on the ground? Sure, but predicting attacks made them a whole lot easier to stop. Mikhail rolled his legs to the side and out of the way, bringing his saber up to shield his body. With difficulty he managed to bat the bolts back at the Mando. Within such close proximity it didn't take any skill to send them straight back at the Mando. What goes around comes around. Shorn leapt to his feet with an effort of will. Two steps closed the distance between them and Mikhail struck out with his lightsaber. The crimson bar sped for the Mando's neck with a strength and speed born of the Dark Side - all too quick for any normal human to follow - before diverting at the last moment into a light slash at the Mando's right leg, the gap where thigh plate ended and shin guard began.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Capitol walls, Kote, Kal, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mikhail Shorn

Jorn saw the blaster bolts that he fired comming right back at him. Jorn dropped his head back down to avaid the blaster shots he jumped up to face the Sith. He was thinking on why this man was so beaten and could still fight him. Jorn blocked for the attack comming at his neck and last second it changed for his leg. he jumped backwards to avoind the lighsaber. In the current postion of the Sith he was exposing himself slightly by being bent foward to attack his knee. Jorn acted quick and slashed the blade at the open sholder. With his other hand he pulled out his stolen pistol and fired at the hip towards the very close sith.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

CITY WALLS - BREACH
@[member="Jorn Mair"]
The Dark Side surged through Mikhail Shorn. Giving him strength where he had none. His injuries talled up to a minor concussion, several lacerations, a bloodied face, and a GSW to the shoulder. At full strength, he would have been able to take this Mandalorian as easily as the previous two. The metal-head was, after all, merely mortal. While Mikhail wielded the unfathomable depths of the Dark Side. Black and destructive, it coursed through him. Raw power feeling like the heat of a molten flow of lava and the sub-zero chill of an avalanche. He did not know how long he could sustain such a flow of power, but like most things, Mikhail only paid attention to the here and now, his impulses giving no measure to what the future held.

Surprised at the Mando's quickness, Mikhail parried the incoming blow. Predictable. He bared his teeth in a sneer as the beskar metal resisted the heat of his crimson saber. Sparks flew and Shorn almost missed the subtle touch of the Force warning him of impending danger. His eyes glanced down at the pistol being drawn in the Mando's off-hand. Still parrying the beskar blade-gun-thing, his right arm stretched across his body to block the blow at his left shoulder, he stepped lightly, the Makashi emphasis on footwork helping him as he pivoted and turned his side to the wepon, giving it a smaller target as the blaster discharged. The heat of the blaster bolt seared Mikhail's stomach as it shot past. Too close. Too damn close. He reached out and yanked the pistol with the Force. The Mandalorian would be able to hold on to something like that monstrous blade-gun - hard enough for Mikhail to move even without a burly metal-head clutching it and grumbling something about prying from cold, dead fingers - but a small blaster pistol? Holding onto it wasn't really feasible. Not with the Dark Side coursing through Mikhail's body and tearing at the Mando's grasp.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Capitol walls, Kote, Kal, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mikhail Shorn (OOC: damn I liked that pistol)
The pistol in Jorns hand flew away from him. He liked that pistol he had stolen it from the Child killer. Jorn saw the the Sith had moved to the side to avoid the blaster bolt. but in doing so he was lessing the power on his own saber against his blade. Jorn smiled and pushed at him with all the strenght in his right arm. Jorn however liked fighting dirty he balled his fist and punched the man in the kisser. ether to distract him or to potently knock him out.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

CITY WALLS - BREACH
@[member="Jorn Mair"]
Not much seemed to phase this Mandalorian. Mikhail felt a sudden weight as the Mandalorian pressed down with his weapon... thing. In his position, Shorn didn't have much leverage. While trying to fend off the overbearing burst of strength Mikhail watched as the Mando curled up his fist and launched it toward Shorn's face. With really only one useable arm it didn' t make for much of a fair fight, but then... Mikhail had the Dark Side. He stretched out the hand of his wounded arm and grabbed hard with the Force, stopping the punch in its tracks. Feeling his saber-wielding arm about to give, Mikhail kicked, ramming a foot into the inner side of the Mando's knee. Mikhail disengaged his lightsaber and sidestepped, going for another thrust to the neck, when suddenly he felt a tingling in the Force. He leapt.

An explosion threw both combatants into the air, spraying them with debris. They had ignored the battle around them for too long and they suffered the consequences of nearly being blown to bits by an artillery strike. Shorn, warned by the Force, suffered better in this explosion than the last. He slowed his fall with a telekinetic blast from the Force before he hit the ground. He rolled and came up standing, lightsaber at the ready. Little flecks of shrapnel had bit into the back of his thighs, but they were only minor irritations, considering. The Mando was getting to his feet nearby. A nearby Imperial trooper, attention garnered by the explosion, turned and opened fire on the Mando. His body already exhausted from the battle, Mikhail prepared himself for another attack. This was just a Mando. And he.... he was a Sith. Mikhail pulled with the Force again, using the same trick which had worked earlier, he then sprang toward the Mando, bringing his lightsaber at the soon-to-be exposed legs.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Capitol walls, Kote, Kal, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mikhail Shorn

Jorn was supried by the stopping power of the force. He stopped the punch that was amming for his head with the force. With out warning the Sith jumped into the air when a grenade exploded. It sent him flying foward. He had forgoten about the battle that still raged around the two of them fighting. He knew that the Sith would fair better than him. He was falling to the ground. He had to keep from breaking bones. He rolled to soften the impact of his fall. comming to his feet. the sith was way faster than himm and was comming for him. Luckly for him The sith didnt throw his pistol far enought becaus it was on the ground right next to him. Another trooper fired at him. Jorn ducked and rolled to the side grabbing his pistol and evading the sith all together. when he did this the sith tried to pull at his feet making him slighly un balanced. he was far enough away to avoid most of the force. but the rocks and shrapnel hit his legs making him lose ballance. once he regained it, Jorn raised his pistol and fired into the visor of the trooper killing him.

Jorn quickly spun around and holstered his pistol and pulling a grenade out. What the sith didnt know about the grenade was that it was a force breaker grenade making him lose his powers or connection to the force. He smiled as he lobbed it at the man.

 

[Akaan'ade Be'Solus]

Capital Walls

Kal sprinted forwards as both his comrades took a separate path, leaving him to scale the capital walls alone. Well, maybe scale wasn't the right word. Activating his thrusters, Kal shot up into the sky, subsequently landing atop the walls, ignoring the hole that had been blown out. The walls would give him a vantage point upon which to snipe the Sith, and allow him to stay from the carnage below.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

CITY WALLS - BREACH
@[member="Jorn Mair"]
How the pistol was right next to the Mando right after they'd both been blown clear sideways about ten feet was a mystery only the Force could explain. The Mando sure was agile though. Especially for being clad in all that heavy armor. "Well, someone could pass for a droideka," Shorn thought. Summarily, the Mando shot the Imperial trooper and then took the time to pull a grenade from his belt, which brought Mikhail to within about three steps of the metal-head. Mikhail watched the Mando toss the grenade at him and rolled his eyes. Too slow. Much too slow. The one thing he had on this Mando was speed. And the Dark Side. He raised his hand in a flippant gesture, winced as it pained his shoulder, and sent a force shove that launched the grenade back out through the breach in the wall. He expected it to explode, but instead it began trailing gas... and then it was gone.

Mikhail drew his pistol out and squeezed off a series of shots at the Mando's vulnerable legs, aiming at a section not covered in armor. At two steps away it didn't require much precision from Mikhail and he also didn't have to pain his shoulder by raising his arm too far. His lightsaber went with precision and speed as he kept it ready to guard blaster bolts from the Mando. The Mando had cost himself time and attention by throwing the grenade. Mikhail's response came in the form of an immediate reaction with minimal attention and force required, followed by a counter-strike faster than any normal human should be able to react. If the Mando tried to shoot at him with his blaster the bolts would just be deflected right back into him. Mikhail's eyes stared coldly down at his foe. Check.

 

[Jorn Mair]

Capitol walls, @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mikhail Shorn
OOC:We do have armor on uot legs you know that right? (look up Neo-crusader Mando)
"Checkmate" Jorn though to himself. He wanted the Sith to come close to him. He was guessing that the sith would not attack him with the saber. THe sith was trying to throw him off guard. Jorn had him right were he wanted him The sith didnt aim very well. Jorn kicked the gun out of the Man's hands and in doing so the blaster boldt his the ground where his legs were a second before. He took his own blade and brought it up expecting the man to block it with his lightsaber. But when it would be block it would ba about the Siths chest. He would then fire his gunsword mere inches from the mans chest.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Capital Walls - City Breach
@[member="Jorn Mair"]
OOC:Yep, that's why I said he aimed for the gap in the armor.
Mikhail watched the pistol go sailing from his hands. "I liked that gun," he thought. Mikhail's eyes lit with cold fury as he glared down at the Mando. He watched as the metal-head picked up the big weapon, having to recover it after throwing his grenade, and jammed it towards Mikhail's chest. He was slow. His armor made him slow and the weapon was bulky and unwieldy. Mikhail batted the blade to the side but was surprised as a blaster bolt zipped from the barrel and scorched his side. It burned through fabric and the light body armor he wore beneath, leaving the skin blackened and charred. Mikhail gasped in pain. His breath came quick, hard, labored.

Blue eyes like chips of ice glared down into the Mandalorian's visor, cold fury burned behind them from twisted soul that relished in misery. And that Mando had made a very bad mistake. Rage filled Mikhail. Unfathomable rage. Pure. Cold. Ruthless. The Dark Side crackled around his aura. He had already gotten angry once before during this fight. But that had been more of an anger at himself. This was a directed anger. A calculating anger. One that was centered around one individual and would not end until that person lay dead, dying, or desperately begging. The fury filled Mikhail with power. Unlike before, this tainted with a winter chill. Like the frozen black void of space.

Power welling within him, Mikhail put it all into a Force Shove that picked the Mandalorian up and slammed him into the ground. At this close of a distance, it didn't take much direction to funnel all that power into keeping the Mando pressed to the ground, locking his arms and legs into the dirt as if gravity itself had turned against him. Those cold blue eyes stared down contemptously. Mikhail smiled disarmingly, with a wolvish smirk.

"You're really starting to Piss. Me. Off." Mikhail growled before thrusting his saber at the Mando's exposed right knee, where the armor didn't cover it, in a blur of red.

 

[A 'den]

Near Relay Station
@[member="Verz Horak"] & @[member="Hutuun'Kyramud"]
"Rally Masters," said A 'den as he walked up to Verz and Kyr, "Sorry to interrupt, but I have some explosives, which might help get the Sith scum out."