Location: Streets, near [member="Dredge"]
Allies: [member="Aditya Amadis"], [member="Strider Garon"] @You get the idea
Enemies: [member="Dredge"] and his wonderful douchebaggery, [member="Sor'row Fae"].
Preliat just glared at [member="Sor'row Fae"] passively and watched as the would-be bounty hunter. Would-be, due to the fact that she seemed like the most incompetent fool to ever grace his gaze. Preliat's dark brown eyes flickered over to Aditya, and then he flicked the safety of the M45 off. However, the Bounty Hunter wasn't after him, and he didn't feel right shooting an injured (and stupid) person. He turned to Aditya, shrugging.
"You decide what to do. It is your bounty, after all."
Preliat watched as the city came under massive fire- from above. So, he did what any leader would do. Grasping his throat communicator (his backup), he fixed it around his neck while taking cover, and began to bark orders. Mandalorian fire teams and demolition troops were told to fire at the guns of the ship with rockets and whatever heavy weaponry was about, and he turned down the street. Graug and Vong were attempting to attack civilians.
"YOU COWARDS!"
Preliat flew forward, charging towards the crowd, firing indiscriminately at the hip. Aditya was more than capable of being more than thirty feet away from him without dying. Preliat cut down a majority of them with his rifle, and then let it fall to his side, the strap keeping it close to his body as he removed his Tomahawk. The Vong and the Graug could not withstand the onslaught of Preliat, falling after a brutal and savage attack. He finished the show of skill by grabbing a Vong by the face, and throwing him to the ground. He felt his bones break under the crushgaunt, but was not satisfied until he clobbered his face in with the tomahawk, leaving only a bloody mess.
And then, he screamed. Vong and Graug stopped, the ones that could hear it- sensing the disturbing nature of the scream. It was not human, it was not even remotely humanoid. It was a sound that most would remember until the day they died. It was a scream of pure agony and rage, brought on by horrors that he had endured. It did not sound like a mortal man. It did not sound like it belonged on any planet, but somewhere from the depths of nightmares and the darkest, blackest parts of the galaxy.
Preliat's eyes danced around, picking up his tomahawk and his rifle. Then, his eyes saw him.
[member="Dredge"]. The perpetuator of the events. Fighting with the aging man, [member="Strider Garon"]. Preliat's blood boiled, before he ran back to Aditya. He had to protect his own, then he could worry about vengeance. Needless to say, it was a tough decision.
"Come on, we're not too far from the staging area. They've got AA guns there- you won't be terribly bothered."
Mandalorian forces began to push back- adopting new tactics to beat back the Vong and the Graug troops. Vong troops fell with troopers fighting them up close, breaking their bones and their bodies with bone-crunching punches and savage attacks. Preliat's men, a whole company of them (whom were identifiable by a series of black stripes on their arms), were the most effective at this. They were instrumental in fighting back the forces, and he had hand-selected specialized troopers who had shown prowess in past incursions and they led from the front, relaying his orders. He turned to Aditya, as the bolts and blood flew around them, and Mandalorian shock troopers began to rapidly push back the rampaging assault by Dredge's forces.
Preliat's eyes danced over Aditya, a measure of fear for her safety laying in them.
