War Games | Mandalorian Clans Dominion Of Axxila & Bandomeer

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#DO YOU EVEN MUNIN, BRO?​

TEAM MYSTIC
Post 6 of 25
Battle Location: The Great Sea Of Bandomeer
Allies, Cool Cats, & Legacy of the Fett: [member="Krenis Skirata"] | [member="Rhan Komo"]
Enemies, Old People, & Generally Cantankerous Coots: [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Briika Tor"]
Gear: DC-17 blaster pistol, DC-15A blaster carbine, Survival Knife

Alpha-98.

The alpha designation, like his own 3X prefix, was an indicator of sorts regarding just what type of Clone Trooper this was. It wasn't a standard one, so it confused the boy for a moment. An alpha... Was he one of the ARC Troopers?

"No," the boy answered, when asked if he had a name. "E'rrybody just calls me Three."

The pair were joined by a Mandalorian Iron Chef, which prompted the boy to giggle a little. He was trying to imagine the man in battle, cast iron skillet in one hand and a pairing knife in the other.

...and, in the right hands, those could both be devastating effective.

"Hi!" the young clone greeted the newcomer. Who offered food and, thus, Three immediately liked him. But, even though the boy's stomach growled at the thought, the child said, "We... we should prolly get to the flag first. An' then eat."

They could have a picnic on the top of the mountain.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

TEAM MYSTIC- Great Sea of Bandomeer (Climbing Mountain)
4/20
Allies: [member="3X744"] @Rhan Khomo
Opponents: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]
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Krenis turned his head to listen this new man. A Mandalorian Iron Chef. Of course, most Mandalorians could cook, but to do it professionally wasn't that common. At least, not out and about in the wider scheme of the universe. On Mandalore itself and the homeworlds, of course. But not usually a chef and a warrior. After a moment though, Krenis realized that aspect was part of the strength of the Mandalorian people. No matter their job or occupation, they were all warriors still, with even more varied talents and skills than normal.

"Good to find you, Three," Krenis said after a moment, turning look back to his miniature doppleganger. "We'll have to catch up more soon once this is over." He turned to look up to the mountain peak, still far out in the distance. "I think you're right. Flag first, then food."

He turned to Rhan. "You're plan makes tactical sense, especially if we knew where on the mountain they're located." He turned to his armor, adjusting through the scanners and systems. No detection yet. The mountain was blocking the signal. "I can scout ahead or sprint to the peak with the jetpack."

Krenis paused to unsling his rifle and adjust the stock.

"Get a view from above and see if we can't get a better plan from there. Tie into my comms."

This was hard. He really wasn't particiularly competitive, all things considered, and fought for causes larger than himself. His clan included that, but now that he had found Three, to leave him behind was hard. It tore his chest. Even ARCs weren't created to be alone. Yes, they were meant to be independent and free thinkers, but they were still part of the Grand Army of the Republic and it was from that which they drew their purpose to work together. But there was time enough for that later. He forced his mind back to the mission at hand.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

B A N D O M E E R

Team Valor
Location: Landing on Bandomeer
Post 5


Ra was walking up the beach of the main island, watching with pleasure as the activities began. The operations of Team Valor and Team Mystic conducted against each other. The training exercises to show the Galaxy the might of the Mandalorians. But, there was one person to meet before he threw himself into all of this. One person that Ra had on his mind at the current time. His eyes scanned the beach and then turned to his aid.

"Where is [member="Zonia Kalranoos"]?"

Ra had been told she had been here and was expecting her, but there was no sign.

Where was she...?

 

[Rhan Komo]

Location: The Great Sea Of Bandomeer
Team: Mystic
Allies: [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="3X744"]
Enemies: Team Valor [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]
Objective: Capture a Flag

Rhan knew the importance of Air Superiority, as well as good and helpful intelligence, to increase the likelihood of any military mission. For this case Rhan nodded at Skirata's idea of using himself as their eyes in the sky and give them below the enemy's movements. They were a group of three and each of them would be required to be able to handle their own weight and more, Rhan turned towards the youngest of them the Child named 'Three'. He offered the young boy a nod, agreeing that after they completed the mission a celebratory dinner would be in order. Celebrating our defeat and victory doesn't matter which when it comes to dinner Rhan mused wearily as he pushed himself forward and took a few steps closer to the group.

"If we can maintain our tactical intelligence advantage in the air, and with quick movements on the ground, we could easily out outmaneuver the enemy, ja," Rhan explained, "Since our main objective will be getting the Flag to our own Commander, it would be imperative that we don't get ourselves boggled down in any extended fire fights," Rhan added his warning.

He turned to Skirata and nodded in agreement, "Comms Sync, so you can advance ahead of us," Rhan responded as he quickly adjusted his Ear Piece as he opened up the channel menu on his forearm to sync his Comms. "Three. . ." Rhan gestured towards the young boy, indeed impressed with the child's ability to wield the carbine expertly "-And I will continued out trek up the mountain and hopefully not fall to far behind as you gather our opponent's positions and numbers,"

Rhan looked over at Three and lowered himself to become eye level with him, "If you can beat me in a foot race to the mountain I'll bake you whatever desert you want for however many times you want," Rhan said, stretching his hand out to make the bet, "But if not, you will have to help me clean and peel any and every vegetable needed for dinner later today and help with the cleaning afterwards, ja?" Rhan finished. A small grin tugged the corners of his lips hidden beneath his mask.

He needed someone to help him to prep the food, now with Rippana not in cutting board distance. So encouraging a friendly wager obviously skewed in Rhan's opinion towards himself, it would both give the kid a competitive edge and add a bit of fun. I'll give him a bit of a handicap to start off first, don't want to make it too apperent Three can't win against me Rhan thought. Certainly he wasn't underestimating the young boy, Not in the slightest Rhan finished his thought.

Rhan's gloved hand outstretched and waited for his response.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: Enroute to the beach, The Great Sea of Bandomeer
[3/20]

"Follow me." a voice sounded from behind her, belonging to one of the guards. A T-visor obscured his face, but the insignia on his shoulder spoke volumes of his affiliation. Vizsla had sent for her, to be brought to the shore before him. Wordlessly, she followed suit and descended down the ladder from the sail barge onto the deck of a motor boat. She slipped out of her sandals, knowing that those last few meters separating them would be traversed through water. The roar of the engines pushed the boat forwards, with Kalranoos assuming a place at the bow of the ship. As the vessel raced though the waves, she gazed forward with subdued longing. Soon enough, the beach where Ra awaited emerged, its gold sands rimming the sole island in a radius of a hundred miles. As the boat drew near to its destination, a thousand thoughts swarmed in her mind.

Why did he invite her, if Ra knew she loathed war? Perhaps to understand what it means to be a Mandalorian, to passionately live and die, to answer the call of wardrums, to unite and to cherish next of kin. He had already impressed her a while ago, with his child-like demeanor, the way he gobbled up his food, joyfully muching and slurping, enjoying the simple things in life. Beneath his tough crust was a cub that was surprisingly...amiable.

But no, she could not allow herself the luxury of overt display of fondness towards Ra. He was a Mand'lor, currently the most important man in the galaxy and she but a mere glorified clerk. Zonia imagined he was overwhelmed by offers for marriage, but political and otherwise. As it may be, Ra probably found her humble exposition refreshing.

The motor boat was anchored in the shallows, but could not progress further without risk of being left stranded on the beach. Kalranoss had to step into the water, which reached up to her knees. Her bare feet sank into the wet sand as she walked towards him, the seams of her skirt flowing behind her through water like a veil. Once she was out of the sea, the raven-haired woman stood infront of Ra, some four feet away. He appeared even more massive when wearing armor.

"You called and I came - " she stated plainly with a half-smile "How may I be of service, my Mand'lor?"

[member="Ra Vizsla"]

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Island of Pacifica on Bandomeer; advancing up the jungle mountain from the south shore
Objective: Capture the flag at the top for Team Valor
Allies: Team Valor [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Team Mystic [member="3X744"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Rhan Komo"]
Gear in bio
(5)
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Vilaz's concerned reaction to her scream was sweet and duly noted, though now the battle medic felt silly with the Cuir Rekr being so attentive. Briika's biggest worry was that if they were in a real battle and something like this happened, that she would become a liability to the Akaan; taking his eye off the ball, then he would either get hurt or others would due to her and their attachment.

[ Ni ceta, Vil'ika. I'm fine. It was just a stupid snake and I overreacted. ] Bree said over their encrypted private comm with a light chuckle trying to push it off as nothing and to forget it, then she added.

[ We need to really get our shebs in gear, ner cyare vod. I think Valor needs to make a move here or it might be too late. Do we have any intel on Mystic's position? ]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor, [member="Briika Tor"]
Enemies: [member="3X744"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Rhan Komo"]
Post count: 6/25

He was relieved and calm that the golden blonde was not harmed or injured by the serpent that surprise her. Admittedly, all his focus and concentration was severed because of his love relationship with Bree, but it wasn't Bree's fault in which why all of Vilaz's attention was directed at his beloved. No, the one at fault here was him and it was very fortunate that this was just a simulation and not a real battle. He would have to find a way to not fear and worry so much for Bree's life whenever they were both fighting in the heat of battle. The only easy way would be for the Munin to not worry a whole lot would be for the two lovebirds to stick with each other whether it was on the front lines or the rear during a genuine battle.

"I was really worried, ner cyare. I'm really glad that snake didn't bit you," the Cuir Rekr said with a relaxed and sweet voice at his beloved using their private, encrypted comm.

Now it was back to put their eyes on the game.

"No intel whatsoever," the Alor responded back to his significant other before turning to eight Mandalorians. "Scout out what's ahead of us. I don't want any surprises at all. We'll advance further once you tell me it's all clear. If not...then I'll think of something. With those orders given out, the squad of eight Team Valor soldiers darted off into the jungle to execute what the Akaan had ordered them to do.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#DO YOU EVEN MUNIN, BRO?​

TEAM MYSTIC
Post 7 of 25
Battle Location: The Great Sea Of Bandomeer
Allies, Cool Cats, & Legacy of the Fett: [member="Krenis Skirata"] | [member="Rhan Komo"]
Enemies, Old People, & Generally Cantankerous Coots: [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Briika Tor"]
Gear: DC-17 blaster pistol, DC-15A blaster carbine, Survival Knife

The small boy synced up comms with the ARC Trooper and then found himself paired up with Mandalorian Iron Chef.

Who proposed an interesting ethical dilemma for the boy. On the one hand, if he won, which was likely - because awesome - he got dessert. On the other hand, if he lost, he was peeling vegetables.

As he weighed the monumental decision before him, the child turned his head up and asked one question. "Do I have t' eat the vegetables?"

That had the potential to be a complete deal breaker here.

After the two had shaken on the deal, the small Mandalorian clone was off. Back on the trail to the base of the mountain, and the winding path that would take them up precarious perches to a flag far, far away.

 

[Rhan Komo]

Location: The Great Sea Of Bandomeer
Team: Mystic
Allies: [member="3X744"] [member="Krenis Skirata"]
Enemies: Team Valor [member="Vilaz Munin"][member="Briika Tor"]
Objective: Capture a Flag

A laugh almost broke through his mouth as Rhan contained himself, honestly he did not expect such a question. "No you don't have to," Rhan replied with his clasping the young boy's. At the same moment Rhan nearly laughed, on some ship, Rippana, Charles and Rebecca felt as if their world almost had changed.

Rhan turned to the older warrior with a confident nod, "Youth will carry us to greater heights," Rhan started as he watched the young boy Three sprint off. "But it wouldn't hurt to have a pair of experience, old, eyes making sure we don't stumble and fall too far back down as we climb to reach those greater heights," Rhan added, "Oya indeed,"

His hands pressed together in front of him, his lungs filled with air and released, and once again filled as his hands parted. His legs launched him forward with his hands moving in sync as he moved swiftly on after the boy. Rhan focused on his movements, using the trees and larger roots to his advantaged and to not let such things become a hindrance. Each breath and every movement of his body were orchestrated unison to provide a fluid motion as he traversed the trail that lead up to the mountain.

Rhan's eyes narrowed as his focused on the boy now only a few feet away from him, Rhan realised he had needed to put a bit more effort than he had first anticipated to even catch up to the young boy. But it did not deter his confidence as he only picked up his pace up a bit more to eek out a tiny lead as he made himself noticeable to Three.

A quick and sharp whistle Rhan used to catch Three's attention as he started to move with much more speed to outpace the young boy. You weren't going to make this easy for me to win right? Let's see if your Youth can carry you farther than me.

 

[Cait Falcor]

Cait Falcor
Allies: Mystic
Enemies: Valor
Unconcerned: Instinct
Post: 3
[member="Irajah Ven"], [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]
_____________________

For a time, the feared "Valor Second Wave" never came. And, to her credit, Cait did not waste the opportunity the lull represented. Warthog Element had been hit hard by the initial Skirmish - but, she supposed, that had been the point of the "Free Company" mercenary units. These "lesser" troops could take the brunt of the initial attack while the "real warrior" Mandalorians got into position, or could pick and choose from the best fights.

The OpFor - Team Valor - had also utilized Free Company Mercs to launch its probing attacks - the tactic was not new. Dead Mercs had no Invoice.

Of its starting twelve, Warthog was down to Seven. Those left had collapsed on Cait's location, intending to pincer the attackers, but they had since fallen back and Cait was attempting to organize those left Combat Ready.

No one, of course, had died. But when The Simulation registered that you had "died" it locked you out of the CommNet and some of the Guards from the various Great Houses on Axilla escorted you back to FOB Stryker, where you *might* be brought back in as a "Reenforcement" later on.

Cait had made the mistake of giving orders over the net after Warthog 01 went down, so the remainder now looked to her. Fething great. She grumbled to herself.

Cait had tried to get MystCom on the Net, but so far interference was too thick...she was still surprised she'd gotten through to Central.

***

The Instinct Medics arrived some time later, leading them was a diminutive dark haired woman who ID'd herself as one "Dr. Ven".

Cait immediately knew she liked her, though, when Ven didn't offer a Handshake (because, honestly, what can you really do with a handshake after the fact?) but instead had hot Caf and a dozen Alderanish.

"Thanks 'Ven from Central' you're a real life saver. I don't know what else to do for poor Paragual, he's just...Honestly, it looks like he's Shell Shocked and I can't even begin to imagine how. This is his first job, its not like there's anything here that could trigger an old memory...there isn't an old memory to trigger...y'know?" Cait sort of trailed off, and looked distant for a moment.

Irajah noticed, but didn't say anything. She knew better.

Cait blinked hard for a moment and returned to the present. "I'll be right back, Doc" She quipped, patting Ven on the shoulder and took the Alderanish and Caf to the remaining members of Warthog Element.

***

A few moments later, Cait came back with what was evidently the last huttnought, and broke it in half, handing the crusty pastry out toward Ven. "You strike me as the kind of Doc who knows how much good can come from something simple like hot Caf to guys like these." She said, gesturing back toward the motley assembly of 'soldiers'. They were dirty, and exhausted, their gear was mismatched and none of them had known each other last week. Now though...This might be a game, but its coming very close to the real deal. "They're good dudes, and we take care of them that takes care of us...break bread with us" she shook the huttnought again "Its stupid, but it'll mean a lot to them"

Ven finished what she'd been doing with Paragual - he was unconscious, but stable - and joined Cait as she headed back to the rest of Warthog. "Guys, Doc. Doc, the Guys" They took turns saying their names to Ven As much to remind each other she thought to herself and they shared the Alderanish - fairly devouring the whole dozen.

The half huttnought was good, but it wasn't a proper meal. It would have to do.

Cait was about to turn to Ven, and attempt to start a real conversation when Perskey (Warthog 03) came trotting over. "Uh...Top, Doc, yer gonna wanna see this...looks like Great House Riot Police...whole swarm of 'em. Don' make no sense."

Cait looked at Ven, with a sardonic glance. "I see the Force is in a particularly bitchy mood today. Couldn't wait 2 fraking hours...I could be asleep right now. Wanna come see the show, Doc?"

With that she hefted herself off of the sandbag-turned-dinner table she'd been sitting on - landing with a plop in the mud at the bottom of the trench and followed young Perskey.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Island of Pacifica on Bandomeer; advancing up the jungle mountain from the south shore
Objective: Capture the flag at the top for Team Valor
Allies: Team Valor [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Team Mystic [member="3X744"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Rhan Komo"]
Gear in bio
(6)
---

[ I know, and I really appreciate your concern, Vil'ika. Why I care so much for you. ] Bree replied sweetly over their secure comms.

Briika hadn't actually declared that she loved the rugged Concordian using the key words as of yet, but her actions should let Vilaz know just how much the golden blonde did. Their relationship had grown into a very loving one despite not exchanging the precious endearment with each other. When the time was right, the Munin and Tor would.. until that time sweet nothings would have to do.

While the Akaan was giving orders to his men, the battle medic took the moment to remove her buy'ce and take a drink of water from her canteen. Team Valor had been working hard climbing up the mountainside and even though their individual besker'gam kute's had environmental temperature controls, they still needed to stay hydrated.

[ Here… Drink this some of this. ] she said with a small smile to the Cuir Rekr while offering the canteen over to him.

 

[Hype Darkwater]

Hype's hands danced over the control console as his ship slid out of hyperspace. His scanners indicated many ships, and many people. This was a large Mandalorian turn out. Hype moved in, sending out a clear signal that he was Mandalorian. No point in taking a risk in getting shot. The Kum'rrk fighter dove for the planet, its speed rapidly accelerating.

 

[Kami Meran]

Location: The Great Sea Of Bandomeer
Team: Mystic
Allies: none
Enemies: the opposition and time
Objective: reach her team.

Dammit Kami was late to the party. damm development teams.
neither the Dewmack nor the Bantha were anywhere near combat ready.
still she road a KC_33 in to battle it's speakers playing heavy isotope music.
Tapping a mic she said " this thing on? "
" ok lets begin i call this a Distraction "

"
Woo hoo
I got my head checked By a YT Sevaaan
It wasn't easy But nothing is
No
Woo-hoo When
I feel heavy- isatope
And I'm pins and Vibroblades
Well, I lie and I'm easy All the time but I am never sure Why I need yaah
Pleased to meet yaaah

WOOOO HOOOOO
I got my head done When I was young
It's not my problem It's not my problem
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOO

When i'm heavy- isotope
wooo hoo
And I'm pins and vibroblades
When, I lie and I'm easy All the time but I am never sure Why I need yaah
Pleased to meet yaaah haaa


Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Yeah yeah Oh yeah. "

she smiles looking at the shock on the faces of the enemy troopers
" KC-33 open fire i think our distraction worked" she said feeling ridiculous.bur delighted.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor, [member="Briika Tor"]
Enemies: Team Mystic, [member="3X744"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Rhan Komo"]
Post: 7

Now was a good time to take a break in order to rest their body and mind, but especially their legs since the slope of the mountain really caused some aches in the muscles of their leg. The Akaan could take this time to take Bree with him away from the rest of the soldiers of Team Valor and press his lips against hers; however, he didn't want anyone to know about their romance and decided to wait until they were by themselves on a nice, uninhabited island and just enjoy his time with her without worrying about anyone watching them.

But at least he could get a nice look at those beautiful azure eyes of hers.

Vilaz took off his helmet and his sapphire orbs stared into those alluring azure eyes of Bree. "Thank you," he said very kindly and sweetly to his beloved and smiled at her. His unoccupied hand took the canteen full of water and began to take a sip or two while still taking in those gorgeous eyes of the golden blonde. The two both knew how they much they cared and loved for one another just by the way they looked at each other. Sure, they didn't declare to each other how much they loved each other, but their actions said so. "Mmm, that refreshed me," the Cuir Rekr said to his significant other and gave her back her canteen. Both her eyes and water refreshed him, but mostly her eyes.

Meanwhile, the scouts and that Vilaz had sent continued their patrol in hopes of finding Team Mystic or some sort of sign by them. As soon as they came in contact with them, they would immediately report back to the Alor of Clan Munin via commlink and tell him everything that he wanted to hear.[/size]

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Island of Pacifica on Bandomeer; advancing up the jungle mountain from the south shore
Objective: Capture the flag at the top for Team Valor
Allies: Team Valor [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Team Mystic [member="3X744"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Rhan Komo"]
Gear in bio
(7)
---

Those sapphire gems of the Akaan's were so mesmerizing. Briika could gaze into Vilaz's inviting blue pools all day long, and night, though usually they were closed as the two cuddled. It was one of the drawbacks with tinted T-visors not being able to see each other's eyes, though too it was a plus that other's couldn't either. It was so hard to keep their relationship a secret, but for them their privacy was a big deal. Especially now in the early stages of what hopefully would be a long enduring partnership based on love, loyalty, and trust.

"Ba'gedet'ye, ner vod," Bree answered with nod and a small smile for her beloved.

While the Cuir Rekr was taking in his prescribed hydration, the battle medic's blue-green gaze looked around always vigilant. Briika wasn't as strong of a warrior as the rugged Concordian, but she was indeed good to have on one's six.

"Me too."

Briika smiled again as she took back the canteen from Vilaz and reattached it to her utility belt that was slung low off her shapely hips. She was about done with this exercise and wanted nothing more than to have fun in the sun and water alongside her significant other as they planned to do after the war games were finished. But delayed gratification would have to be for now they had a flag to capture, and the mountain top wasn't going to get any closer to them if they didn't keep moving.

As the golden blonde donned her buy'ce once again, the comms became active with a report from one of their scouts…

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Axxila
Post: 6/25
Allies: Team Valor - [member="Tiberius Spar"]
Enemies: Team Mystic - [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Cait Falcor"]
Objective: Pawn Team Mystic back to the Strip Mines

It would seem that Team Mystic was mystified to see Cathul cast Force-horror in such a manner that it would give PTSD to its targets, with the next shot concentrating on [member=Cait Falcor"]. It worked on her underlings, so she would try it on Cait herself. Now was her time to target her enemies using Force-horror again. She would cast Force-horror repeatedly at the enemies because it was the best way she found to engage other people in a non-lethal way. Because her lightsaber was decidedly not a non-lethal weapon. But with Arumi fighting her vode, Cathul decided to focus on Cait and her unit. Knowing that casting Electric Judgment would not be a smart move in a game involving only nonlethal weapons, especially with Arumi showing her how wrong she was to do so against Force-sensitives. She didn't care, but she decided not to take any chances and to just keep casting Force-horror much like those warlocks in World of Build-a-Bear Knights.

"There's a space witch here, engage at your own risk!" she used a Force-taunt prior to following through with Force-refraction.

Now that Cathul was invisible by virtue of her refraction index being -1, Cathul could move around without being detected and moved up to the upper level of the department store that she occupied alongside her other vode, galvanized by the presence of the space witch and she moved undetected, hoping that she would be able to continue casting Force-horror at enemies below her position, now that she is on the second floor of the department store.

 

[Kuzo]

Axxila
​Team Instinct/Combat Medics
​6
[member="Cait Falcor"] [member="Cyrus Tregessar"]

"I'm pretty sure that these nifty yellow vests are supposed to mean that people STOP FIRING in this direction, Doc."

"You want to take it up with them? Be my guest. They are *riiiiiiight* over that rise. Go ahead. Maybe say 'please'."

"If you sent them a message, reminding them that the medics are down here-"

"Damn it Jain, I'm a Doctor not a diplomat. They can't possibly miss us in these screaming yellow monstrosities. They *know* we're here, they just don't care. Guess they figure it's all stun rounds so Maw's your uncle."

Irajah's answer had been tight and sharp, but it stopped the complaining. It wasn't like she had a say in what was going on here. And while it would not be fun to get caught in this cross fire, it wasn't like they were in a *real* combat zone. Maybe she should have left Jain in central.

In truth, Irajah had never *been* in a real combat zone. This was the closest she'd ever come, and was frankly grateful for that fact. Sometimes the ER has been like a combat zone, at least, that's what the nurses had called it. But she was starting to get the idea that they'd had no idea what they were talking about.

It wasn't even like the fire around them was heavy. Based on what they'd been watching before, a lot of the heat had been taken off of this area when the crew they were meeting had hunkered down and disengaged. The random pot shot here or there was nothing compared to what it had been like before. In truth, this seemed like a bit of a lull.

Jain just liked to complain. Point in fact-

"We should have tried to get the lander in here. It would have been easier to get all the gear in and get anyone who needs to out."

"Just don't drop those alderaanishes, okay? Also, Jain?"

​"Yeah?"

​"Shut up."

*****

Irajah knelt next to Paragual a few minutes later, chewing meditatively on the half of a huttnought the other woman had handed to her. Cait stood over them, arms cross over her chest and watching. Other than a momentary This gal's alright, she wasn't thinking too much about it- she was there to do a job. She absently greeted the 'guys' when introduced, but her attention was on this one in particular.

She nodded to herself when she was the writing on his forehead. Like a good combat medic, Cait had written the time and dosage of what she'd given him. That way, if she hadn't been there to communicate it, there would be no risk of someone accidentally ODing the patient, or giving him something that would interact badly with what was already in his system.

"First time out? Kark. Was there more going on here than I could see from central? I did a psych rotation, and you're right. This isn't the same as someone who's never been under fire before. The reaction is very different. Shell shock doesn't look like this."

Irajah had already made her decision about what had caused this, and it annoyed her to no end.

"I don't know mandalorians *that* well yet, but even I know using the Force to cause PTSD in a fellow soldier is not particularly honorable," she muttered under her breath, too soft for anyone else to hear. Someone who considered themselves an honorable warrior ought to fething know better what the long term effects of something like this was on someone. And these weren't even enemies in truth. Maybe in a real war (maybe). But these were just mercenaries hired on to bubble the numbers of their 'game'.

Right now, Irajah wasn't particular impressed with the 'game' itself either at the moment. She kind of wished she could cancel her bet on principal.

"He'll be okay physically," she looked up then, reassuring Cait, though she could already see she didn't really have to. "But we need to get him out of here. The worst thing we can do is leave him-"

She paused, cocking her head and listening to Cait. She frowned slightly. "Great House Riot Police? That's peculiar. Jain, Connie, let's get Paragual here ready for transport, okay? He's not walking anywhere, not with the amount of morphine in his system. There's a portable repulsor stretcher in the kit. Get it set up."

Standing, she brushed the rubble and dust from her hands and stepped over to Cait, looking out over the scene.

"What are they doing? It looks like they're heading this way."

The pair waited a moment in compatible but confused silence as the cordon team made their way to them.

"Ma'am, the combat zone is being moved one kilometer to the east," one of the officers told her in clipped, short tones. Irajah raised a dark eyebrow. "I'm going to have to ask you and these soldiers to proceed to the new combat zone before re-engaging in this exercise."

She gave them a puzzled smile, pointing at her vest.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to clog up the works," she said with a grin. "I'm just here to evac a couple of unintentional casualties. We'll get out of your way, but our ship is back about half a klick to the northwest, so we'll be heading there. Is that alright? There won't be any problem with us going back to the lander?"

It occurred to her to wonder why the combat zone was being moved, but she didn't get a chance to ask right that moment. She glanced over at Cait about the same time she heard some indistinct shouting coming from the building nearby. A small frown flickered across her face.

"You okay?"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor, [member="Briika Tor"]
Enemies: Team Mystic, [member="3X744"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Rhan Komo"]
Post: 8

Just like his beloved, the Munin was about done with these war games and just wanted to enjoy his time with Bree on some uninhabited island right here on Bandomeer; however, they couldn't just quit and allow Team Mystic to take the win. That wasn't the nature of a Mandalorian. They would fight to the end and never give a single sign of hesitation, even if they were losing a battle.

Soon after drinking from Bree's canteen full of water, the Akaan placed his helmet back on his head and received a report from one of their scouts. Apparently they weren't that far away from the soldiers of Team Mystic and had sent him a holomap of the island and showed the two different locations of where each team was in.

"Okay," Vilaz said to the high officers of Team Valor, including Bree, "a small task force will be sent around and attack Team Mystic from behind. The rest of us will attack them up front and while that's happening a small squad will be sent to capture the flag. Remember, the game doesn't stop once you pick it up, you have to bring it to our side of the beach in order for us to win. And one more reminder: don't do anything that's lethal that could harm someone's life. This is a stimulation game, not a real civil war. Y'all ready to do this?"

They would begin to move out once every high officer gave him the green light of executing this plan on the opposing team in hopes of capturing the flag at the peak of the mountain and returning it to where they landed.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

TEAM MYSTIC
5/20
Allies: @Rhan Khomo [member="3X744"]
Opponents: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]
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Krenis nodded as the other two ran ahead at full speed, crashing through the jungle. Much to his amusement, Three seemed quite capable of outrunning the larger and older Mandalorian, especially in regards to not having to eat the vegetables. Krenis couldn't remember being at that stage of development, so he didn't known if he had had the same aversion to vegetables. But then, at that point, it had been before the war in Kamino before the ARCs were put into stasis. So who knew what might have happened had been required to eat vegetables, or any of the other ARC troopers either. The thought gave him a half smile, but then he brought himself back to the duties of the day.

Capture that flag.

He activated the jetpack and soared up into the air, holding his ascent right below tree-line. Trees and branches whipped past him as he flew, quickly over-taking the two sprinters as he headed up the mountain, checking for opposing units or anything else of interest. Something on his sensors activated and he landed in a tree, huddling against the bark. Team Valor soldiers were approaching, although it didn't look like many of them. They were circling away from the most direct route, almost like they weren't going for the flag at all. Rather, perhaps they were coming for them, much like Rhan had suggested.

He activated his comm.

"Hostile units inbound. Not many. Bear further left and you should avoid them. I'll hit these ones."

He moved along the tree trunk, and pulled up his rifle, double checking to ensure it was set to stun, and extended the stock. Most Mandalorians had sensors in their armor, so he wouldn't be able to hide very long, if at all. But he had speed and hopefully surprise. There were enough living organisms in this jungle to cause all sorts of sensor readings, which could give him a few moments, as he was alone, raher than moving as a group like these readings.

He switched to automatic and opened fire, the Westar rifle spitting forth a barrage of stun bolts. The other team members hit the ground and spread out before returning fire. The bolts bit into the tree and Krenis ducked behind it. He hit the jet-pack again and spread up through the canopy, shielding his head with his rifle. Blaster bolts chew up after him and he dove back into the forest, ducking behind another tree. He returned another barrage of fire. He couldn't tell if he was hitting anyone, but the amount of blaster fire seemed to have dropped.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Island of Pacifica on Bandomeer; advancing up the jungle mountain from the south shore
Objective: Capture the flag at the top for Team Valor
Allies: Team Valor [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Team Mystic [member="3X744"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Rhan Komo"]
Gear in bio
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Briika checked her gear over while Vilaz was responded to the scouting report, then the Akaan gathered them for the plan. Team Valor was going to hit Team Mystic simultaneously from the rear and front while another squad went for the flag. This was going to be fun, hopefully.

The Munin and Tor would be with the group hitting the opposing team from the front. If this was anything like the Lonorar Raid, there would be much to keep them motivated to finish strong. Course the difference here was it was only a war game and they weren't going after the Pubs.

"Well cyar'ika… What are we waiting for. The sooner we win here the sooner we win," Bree nudged sweetly over the private comms as they prepared to move out.

Suddenly though there was blaster fire from above.... Briika took cover, then eyed a shot with her rifle scope hoping to take down that fly boy and pulled the trigger nice and steady like.