War Games | Mandalorian Clans Dominion Of Axxila & Bandomeer

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#DO YOU EVEN MUNIN, BRO?​

TEAM MYSTIC
Post 8 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

Okay, so long as they were clear on the whole vegetable thing.

Carving up vegetables with a knife? That, he could do. But eating them? That was a bridge too far.

Running along with Mandalorian Iron Chef, the small boy listened as Krenis called out the position of the opposing team. Bearing left, the boy began scrambling up the hill. He could hear the sound of blaster fire as Krenis began taking the fight to the dastardly forces of Team Valor.

They should have to eat the vegetables.

Because that's what Valor people deserved!

The Clone Trooper in him wanted to veer right and join the fighting, but the mission objective wasn't contact with the enemy. It was to capture the flag.

Plus, if he got to the flag first, he got to eat dessert! That was some motivation when you were nine.

 

[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


The information given certainly was helpful to give Rhan a better idea of how to approach the objective. Units that were able to be seen to his right while the left appeared clear. Better than not knowing where some are than not know where any are Rhan mused as he continued his run. His eyes continued to track his young friend, he too seemed excited at the news of Team Valor approaching, but made the wise decision to focus on the objective.

Rhan was indeed mildly surprised by the tactical forethought the child hard in deciding the best approach to their mission. He had originally worried that he would need to instruct Three a lot more during this entirety of the mission. Rhan maneuvered himself to follow Three, he lowered himself and sacrificed speed to keep himself hidden as Rhan continued to run.

Sounds of blaster rifles continued to drift further away, to which only brought a bit of concern to Rhan. He wondered as to how many the Older Warrior would had kept distracted versus to the number of those who would continue to go after the flag. Rhan forced himself to catch up to the young boy, as they were getting much closer to their objective and he needed to make sure they each were on the same page. I don’t likes Comms being so close to the enemy Rhan mused as he forced himself to run next to the young boy.

“Go for the Flag the moment you see it, you have enough agility and speed with the added bonus of your stature to get yourself back to better cover,” Rhan said to Three, as he was a small kid afterall, if any Valor Members were waiting for them they would expect a Fully Armored Mandalorian, not some Assassin Looking Soldier or a small child, “I’ll track you from the Shadows as you start to head back to our Base Camp and cover your run by stopping any pursuers,” Rhan finished as he did not bother to turn and face Three, too focused on what was ahead of him and to make sure he did not trip up and add anymore delay.

“Understood?” He asked to get a confirmation. The Flag was their only goal, afterall, their own lives weren't at any real risk so the idea of 'No Man Left Behind' had lost a bit of purpose to Rhan during this exercise. "Don't worry about Gramps or myself, we'll meet you back at Base Command," Rhan added.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor, [member="Briika Tor"]
Enemies: Team Mystic, [member="3X744"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Rhan Komo"]
Post: 9

They all understood his orders and they began to start their plan. The small task force of Valor Warriors would go around and flank Team Mystic, and Vilaz and Bree would lead the main troops of Team Valor up at the front. And as they moved out, the Akaan's beloved nudged him very sweetly through their private, encrypted comms and she was very right. The sooner they got themselves moving at a fast pace, they sooner they would win and the two lovebirds could go off and enjoy themselves on the beautiful planet of Bandomeer. Just the thought of him and the golden blonde spending their free time together on some uninhabited island motivated him very much to go and have that flag captured.

"Mmm, you're very right, ner cyare. Don't wanna have that special island of ours waiting for us too long," the Cuir Rekr said to his beloved in a sweet and motivated tone through their secured commlink.

Just as they Trekker their way to intercept Team Valor, blaster fire commenced which started a firefight. Everyone took cover and some took some hits from the stun blaster bolts from the enemy team. Of course, Team Valot would bite back at the soldiers of Team Mystic. It was very difficult to see the enemy and vice versa thanks to the elements of the jungle; however, with the complex and military technology within their helmets, their sensors and HUD helped them on knowing where exactly enemy troops where at. The Munin spotted a hostile individual and spewed out stunning blaster bolts at the soldier which knocked him out cold from the so many bolts that directly impacted on him.

"Where's that scouting team that I commissioned," Vilaz said in the secured, public comm channel that Team Valor was using.

"What are your orders, Akaan," said a Team Valor member that apparently was one of the scouts that Vilaz sent out.

"I need you and your team to go out and capture that flag. With this firefight going on, I'm sure it's enough for a distraction. Now move!"

With those orders given out, the same scouting team began to race out, while dodging the stunning blaster bolts in the crossfire of the firefight, to the peak of the mountain where the flag was placed at.

 

[Ak'lya]

TEAM MYSTIC
LOCATION: AXXILA, DISTRICT 7, SECURITY ROOM
ALLIES: TEAM MYSTIC, NONE PRESENT.
ENEMIES: TEAM VALOR.
OBJECTIVE: PRISON ESCAPE.

My head hurts.

I can feel straps on my wrists. They're tight enough to hold me down, but I can still move them. I'm in a chair. Interesting. I don't have the strength to break out, but maybe...

Looking around, the room's empty. Probably being watched. Which means I need to move fast. There's something digging into my wrist, pressed there by the strap. A piece of wire? No, to thick. Feels like a pick. So I have that. But that won't help my wrists.

Or will it?

Reaching back, my fingers wrap around the pick. If this is going to work, I need to do this carefully. If the pick will hook onto the buckle, maybe I can get it off. It's moving, but the pressure on my wrist is almost too much to bear. I need a way out. There's always the painful way, but I'd rather avoid that.

It's an older style chair, and by that I mean ancient, so there's nothing electronic about it. There's a tableout of reach with a lot of useful stuff from what I can see, but that'll have to wait.

Maybe if I slide my wrist to the thinnest part, thenI can turn it..

Footsteps. Someone's on their way.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

B A N D O M E E R​

​

The Beach​

[member="Zonia Kalranoos"]

Ra smiled.

Zonia was indeed a refreshing sight to see. There was a certain chemistry in the air, a tension between the two, as they met for the second time. Ra, ever the soldier, silent and stoically admiring the woman before him. Zonia, intelligent as she was beautiful, standing before the Mand'alor on Bandomeer as he observed his people from afar. He gestured, unmoving, for her to view them as well. They were fighting in a mock battle to capture a flag, the Mandalorian symbol of their people, as many others crowded on the beach to observe. Ra crossed his massive arms and looked down at Zonia. She was calming, refreshing to his eyes.

"Ms. Kalranoos, you have spent some time among my people."

This was more a statement of fact than a question.

"You have judged us with your own eyes. Do you believe us to be an... evil people, now?" Children laughed on the beach at Ra's encampment, obviously safe from harm as some of the soldiers let them shoot starshells into the ceremonial 'battle'. "Do you believe us to be... oh I forget the words you used... destined for war?" His voice came off gravelly, but the Vizsla was not emotional nor dismayed. He sighed, and then looked out on the beach again, his emerald eyes gleaming in the sunlight.

"I seek the service of your thoughts, the service of your eyes. Tell me, what have you seen of my people. What do you think?"

 

[Davon Karr]

Bandomeer
In Orbit

OOC/ Just making some stuff up to commentate on, bit late to the party.

“Alright, hold it there,” Davon called. The holographic projection he stood in came grinding to a halt. The terrain that came up to his knees was remarkably detailed. Each vehicle was a reasonable representation of a real Mandalorian battle tank, whilst the infantry were simple markers.

Whilst events had been playing out on the ground they had been carrying out some simulated armoured combat. Davon was part of a team of senior soldiers reviewing the results.

“Why are Mystic formed up and heading straight past the Valor task force?” he asked. Everyone shrugged. “Play on.”

As expected the Mystic squadron was wiped out within the next few minutes. With only limited line of sight they were being torn apart from the flank before attempting to acquire targets and retreat.

“Can you give me the audio logs from the squadron channel immediately before they started to manoeuvre?”

A few moments later the audio from the group in the simulators was replayed.

“Stop it. Play those coordinates that came down from command?”

Davon looked at the representation of the simulated battlefield. He sighed and shook his head. “Someone said seventy instead of seventeen. Instead of being given the coordinates for the enemy, they were given coordinates two clicks down the road. Relay that back and find out if it’s a problem with their voice protocols or just a rookie error. Alright, play on and let’s see what the counter attack looked like.”

 

[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
(9)
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Well until this war game was over with, the two would just have to wait for their tropical paradise vacation to officially start. Briika couldn't wait actually. Ever since the Cuir Rekr had suggested maybe they needed a little special 'us' time away from battle and family, work and life in general. Just the Munin and the Tor experiencing each other be it mind, body, or soul. The golden blonde didn't really care, but just being with Vilaz was good enough for her, though of course alone on a sandy beach with caribbean blue waters surrounding them did intrigue the battle medic to no end. Oh the possibilities of things for them to do and try…

A shot whizzed by her helmet as she changed out a power pack behind a fairly thick truck of a tree. They needed to move forward and not get pinned down. Briika's red T-visir looked over at the Akaan, who was a short distance from her.

[ I'll cover you, if you want to advance… Then we can leapfrog our way to a better position and higher ground. ]

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Axxila
Post: 7/25
Allies: Team Valor - [member="Tiberius Spar"]
Enemies: Team Mystic - [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Cait Falcor"] [member="Listralli Untaal"]
Objective: Pawn Team Mystic back to the Strip Mines

Cathul discovered in horror that someone was kept prisoner inside the third floor of the department store where she held her position, all alone in these war games. A Mirialan participant under Team Mystic. She was more rested than before: casting so many spells at once required that she spent some time doing something other than casting spells, like patrolling the second and third floors for internal department store security, so that her Force-batteries would recharge. But all the remaining guards were dispatched down at the lower levels while she remained at the higher levels. More than anything else she had to do away with Force-refraction: she had enough skill to set her refraction index to -1 for 30 seconds. But casting Force-horror, Electric Judgment, Pyro or Cryokinesis would respectively inflict PTSD, zap, burn or freeze the target. That is, if these spells work. She issued a warning to the Mirialan prisoner:

"Mirialan wench! You'd never imagine that you would have incurred the wrath of a space witch! Surrender or my spells will take care of you!"

Aiming her hands at the Mirialan prisoner called [member="Listralli Untaal"], she let loose Electric Judgment, that is, a manifestation of Coulomb's force by splitting about a microcoulomb's or two worth of electric charges with the positive charges being near her hand. Hopefully the spell would zap the target without killing it, at which point she would cast Force-horror. If the spell actually injured her. But no more than that. She conjured her knowledge of QED to increase the amount of charge involved, but she can't just keep piling on charges on each side without spending too much extra energy required to keep them separated.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: The Beach, The Great Sea of Bandomeer
[4/20]

The way he addressed her, by using her last name...Zonia thought they had passed that barrier a while ago. She was not here as a representative of the Alliance, not here to negotiate. She had merely answered his call to witness Mandalorian culture firsthand, so she could fully grasp its essence in its purest form. The might of armies he comandeered was without equal; their allegiance to Ra was infallible.

The warmachine he reigned over was capable of setting a thousand worlds alit. Yet, Vizsla did not summon her here to admire the combat capacity of his fleet. No, he invited her to see the reason why the Mandalorians fought in the first place. Kalranoos was perceptive enough to pick up the subtlety of his intention. He wanted her to get to know him, them, intimately.

"I was wrong." the dark-haired woman proclaimed - "So wrong."
Her gaze diverted towards the children who played on the beach, far enough for their chatter to be almost inaudible, but the smiles on their faces spoke volumes. On their shoulders, clan insignia: Munin, Betna, Rekali. Boys and girls, treated as equals. Zonia's mouth parted slightly as she let out a quiescent sigh.

"I understand now... why all this..." she began, her dark eyes still set on the group of younglings engaged in target practice - "Kin. Lineage. Family."

"You are not fighting against anyone, you are fighting for your folk. A battle today, for peace tomorrow. Stain your hands in blood, so they don't have to." she half-whispered, her voice mellow as liquid slik. Zonia took a step towards Ra, finally letting her gaze meet his. He found the strength and courage to lead an entire nation into war, a war he may not come back alive from. He would not stand against the front line and watch his comrades fight through a holo-link. No, he would be there in the battlefield, chest-first against the enemy. He needed something to fight for, apart from his Mandalorian family, someone who would be only his.

"If you must go to war..." Zonia uttered, her hand reaching under her chest to grasp one of two silken strands that kept her dress in place - "...then have something to return to."

She pulled out a thick ivory coloured ribbon underneath her bust, made from two layers of finest vine-silk from Belsavis. The fabric was soft to the touch but surprisingly durable. A few steps were made the close the distance between them, as Zonia gently pulled his forearm downwards. Her nimble fingers dug between the bracers of his armor on his right hand and the gauntlet, to find his bare wrist. Zonia then wrapped the silken ribbon around his massive carpal bone several times, the sleek texture of the fabric grazing his skin. Once the ribbon was turned into a satin bracelet, she tied it into a knot and let the ends drape from underneath his bracer, as a reminder what was underneath. The fabric smelled of her perfume, a light whiff of Rominaria flowers from the gardens of Naboo.

"Something to fight for." Kalranoos said with a soft half-smile and stepped back, as if trying to put a proverbial mountain between them. Her gesture was genuine, the powerful symbolism behind it surpassing any accolades greatest of poets would conjure to describe her affection for Ra. She admired him, deeply, truly.

[member="Ra Vizsla"]

 

[Ak'lya]

TEAM MYSTIC
LOCATION: AXXILA, DISTRICT 7, SECURITY ROOM
ALLIES: TEAM MYSTIC, NONE PRESENT.
ENEMIES: TEAM VALOR, [member="Cathul Thuku"]
OBJECTIVE: ROLL TO DENY THE WITCH

The Twi'lek made one mistake when she entered the room: She gave some speech about space witch and all that. As she entered, I knew I basically had one option: I kicked at the metal table, my foot catching on the support beam running between it's legs. The contents, most of which I had hoped to use, went flying, mostly in the direction of the witch. The scalpel would hit first, probably somewhere around the face or lekku. I wasn't sure.

Then there was the liquid. Smelled like rubbing alcohol.

I felt the lightning, though. My body went stiff as the electric shock traveled through me to the chair. I remember seeing fire. Probably the airborne alcohol lighting up. And then everything went black.

 

[Cathul Thuku]

Location: Axxila
Post: 8/25
Allies: Team Valor - [member="Tiberius Spar"]
Enemies: Team Mystic - [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Arumi Zy"] [member="Cait Falcor"] [member="Listralli Untaal"]
Neutral: Team Instinct - [member="Irajah Ven"]
Objective: Pawn Team Mystic back to the Strip Mines

It would be against the rules of the game to kill Listraal but her sequence of spells stunned Listraal and burned the poodle of alcohol. As for the many implements on the metal table that were sent flying, a few of them have hit Cathul, mostly on the shoulders, but Listraal's hopes fell a little bit short. And the Force-horror has hit: she could sense that everything went black in Listraal. Perhaps she would recover from that spell faster than others had, however. Once again, she used what she knew about condensed matter to douse the magic fire: she used cryokinesis to calm down the molecules of the materials on fire, that is, by reducing their oscillation frequencies. That ought to reduce one of the elements of the triangle of fire, that is, the heat (oxidizer and fuel being the other two). But she could still see Listraal's body still being stiff in the Force; she decided not to cast spells until Team Instinct extracted Listraal from the department store's third floor.

"I might have used a spell too many. Fortunately for you, medical is on the way"

"Have I missed anything?" another soldier asked.

"A prisoner that made an attempt at escaping, used a few spells to keep her under control" She then tuned her comm to hail [member="Irajah Ven"], going by the callsign Therapist for her communications with Team Instinct. "This is Therapist. A prisoner got injured in its attempt to escape, requesting the prisoner's extraction from the department store's third floor, over"

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor, [member="Briika Tor"]
Enemies: Team Mystic, [member="3X744"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Rham Kodo"]
Post: 10

"Right...you got my six, and I got your twelve," the Akaan said to his beloved with a chuckle in that encrypted comm of theirs, still remembering the day when Bree told him that she would cover his rear and Vilaz in return would cover her front. That was when they weren't together as a couple, but that day led to a happy and loving relationship that the two were happy to have with each other as they completed one another. And to this day the Vilaz still covered Bree's front, and the golden blonde would always cover his back.

A flashbang was thrown by Vilaz and after the grenade had temporarily deafened and blinded some soldiers of Team Mystic it was time to move out.

"Now is our chance, cyar'ika, the Akaan said to the battle medic in their encrypted comms and began to advance towards the enemy. After advancing several meters from their last spot, they both found covered from one of the giant, mature trees. "Stop slacking, boys and gals! Move it," the Munin ordered to his soldiers which caused them to advance in a sprint towards whatever object they could use as cover. Right now it was very difficult to see who was winning, Vilaz had high hopes that Team Valor had the upper hand that would lead them to victory.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Ooc-gonna hang back with [member="Davon Karr"]....bit late gonna just talk and observe with him

She was a bit late for the party not a problem, she made her way after landing her fighter and made her was to a map room of a sorts and walked jn

Alright, play on and let’s see what the counter attack looked like.”

She heard Davin say as she went around and approached looking at the map, seems like the battle was in full swing, she looked if over as she noted the landscape and different squads...quite interesting"I hope I haven't missed much at all sir, may I ask what has happened so far?"she said politely to the man as she looked back to the map again, seems like a squad just got completely wiped out...by a simple error it seemed...wrong direction"

 

[Ra Vizsla]

B A N D O M E E R​

​

The Beach​

[member="Zonia Kalranoos"]

Ra looked down at the silken fabric, and then looked at Zonia. His emerald eyes flared, he chuckled, and he moved closer towards the beach. The Iron Wolf's gray fur cloak licked at the edges of the tide as the massive Gurlanin folded his arms across his chest, keeping his back to Zonia.

"My people are the most important thing to me in this life, Zonia."

He watched as they fought on the island in the horizon.

"They will always be the most important thing to me. Family. Duty. This is who we are," He closed his eyes, feeling the whisk of the wind lapping at his face.

"And my people have need of you.

I have need of you.

I need to know I can trust you, Zonia.

I need to know my people can trust you, Zonia.

I need to hear it."

He pivoted. His face was solemn, serious. Ra's eyes narrowed at her.

"We are more than the sum of our emotions. Our thoughts. Our desires.

I need to know I can count on you."

 

[Hira Mitsae]

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

This was strange to him.

The rifle in his hands was heavier than he was used to, the scope magnifying his imagery by a factor hundred and yet all he could wonder was how the dust must taste down there within the brink of the campaign. It hummed as another charge exploded from the barrel - electric payload, ionic charge, lashing out from about fifty meter and hitting home only a meter away from Vilaz.

A Mystic had been creeping up to him and his lady friend.

<< I don't mind playing chaperone for you two, vod, but could be this ain't the right place for sweet nothings, eh? >>

Again the rifle roared as another #TeamMystic was dropped metaphorically.

It wasn't a deadly payload, this was training and nothing else. Only thing bruised would be their pride at the end of this.

Eli didn't get it, but he didn't need to to do his part.

 

[Victi Mori (Siris)]

Location: Space
Allies: Team Valor
Enemies: Team Mystic

War games, Ge'tal thought to himself as he walked down one of innumerable halls of the ignobly named MC Hammer capital ship that stood as the capture objective of the mock fight. Funny how death can be reduced to a game. The Mandalorian stepped over one of the limp bodies of the small strike force that had made it inside, nudging another aside gently with a boot. A full six Mandalorians had managed to crash-land their vehicles straight into the open hangar bays, and of that, four had jumped out, ready to go. But the problem with crash-landing into hangar bays was that, of course, the hangars were an expected entrance. What followed had not been pretty. Not for Team Mystic, anyway.

Several stun grenades, set to blow on a proximity sensor, had gone off the moment they crossed the threshold from the hangar to the halls. From there, Ge'tal and his supporting duo of Bralor brothers only had to clean up. A stun bolt here, a smack in the head there, and one hand-to-hand duel between one of the Bralor clansmen and the last man standing on the strike team that had ended quickly due to the latter's injuries. Ge'tal had only watched, offering no encouragement for either of them, until finally the Mystic Mando dropped. Though the fight mainly had consisted of the Bralor man toying with his opponent, it did Ge'tal some good to see that things hadn't changed since he had last actively been thinking of himself as a Mandalorian rather than a Bounty Hunter. They still fought until they could fight no more, rather than surrender.

The two Bralor men yet remained in the hangar to intercept any further attackers and reset the explosives, but Mystic had been more clever than they'd given them credit for at first. Amidst the chaos, another strike team had entered through an emergency airlock by ditching their spacecraft and putting their beskar'gam to good use, taking advantage of built-in EVA capabilities to get the job done. No less than three Mystic Mando'ade had arrived inside, armed with mock explosives to take down the reactor as per the objective. A battle continued to rage outside the thick hulls of the ship, but those battles were a mere distraction, no more significant than the pretend battle a child might imagine. The real battle was here, on the Hammer, where a single team's efforts could mean the difference between winning and losing.

Ge'tal was not going to lose because he'd been outwitted. If he was outfought, sure. But he hadn't erased the letters on his buy'ce marking him as mir'shupur just to be outsmarted by such a blatant distraction. It had been a mistake to let them past, sure, but he was not about to lose them.

"Skirata, vaabir gar haa'miitir ni?" (Skirata, you read me?)

"I copy." Though the Mandalorian was far away, he was coordinating the Hammer's crew's movements, and was reliably keeping them functioning as a unit thus far.

"Three 'ade, inside through one of the airlocks. G59, far as I can tell. Do you have anyone who can intercept?" As Ge'tal spoke, he calmly continued walking toward the reactor. The distinct advantage that Valor had here was that they knew the layout of the ship, while Mystic had to use guesswork to get to where they wanted. Vendet knew he could easily head them off, but was expecting that Skirata's men would at least be able to delay them.

"Got a two-man patrol nearby. Worst-case scenario, they fail to stop the strike team and fall. What's your backup? Rest of us won't be able to get there in time, guarding the other entrances right now."

"I'm heading them off already. Keep me posted on your two-man team's status, tayli'bac?"

"You got it," the Skirata clansman said amiably, then cut the line.

Ge'tal turned the corner and activated his stealth field generator as he went, the narrow-visored countenance of the Mandalorian who was both reviled and praised as The Hunter disappeared, replaced by a faint haze. He would intercept the strike team, ambush them, and eliminate them, or the battle would be over.

At least he worked well under pressure.

 

[Davon Karr]

[member="Stardust Raxis"]

Davon grunted by way of reply at first, keeping his eyes on the battle. Trying to work out what had happened, the blue force had sent in a drone. That was very rapidly shot down. At least their commander had time to realise their error and realigned his forces.

"These are some of the simulated mounted battles from earlier. They're finished now, but we're reviewing their performance. The skirmishes on the ground are going on now if you want to watch."

The scenario from earlier continued to play on. Davon kept one ear listening to the recordings of their command channels as he tried to piece together the very human decision that led to what appeared much like a computer game before him.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

She rolled her eyes as she got around to the other side of the table lookimg down on it, seemed like a replay to her, seemed team blue had sent a drone, it got shot down and they went a other way...smart

She perked up and gave a kind smile"I think I will go watch the new ones, it's always fun to watch two groups head to battle...even more when both are the same people "she said

She turned to a screen as she started watching crossing her arms as she tapped in the comms to listen...after all no sound wasn't any fun

Post 2
[member="Davon Karr"]

 

[Gray Raxis]

Objective: Watch holoprojections
Location: Ship with Davon and Star
Post: 1

Gray had to have his hand adjusted. The replacement right hand he had was just too glitchy and no one seemed to know why that was. He blamed it on the cybernetic hand just being terrible, but the people he bought it from seemed to think it must be due to something to do with his nerves. He got the feeling they were making that up, but figured he could just put up with it until he got a proper replacement made by his designers at WESTAR. So that was where he had been while his wife [member="Stardust Raxis"] had gone on to the observation room to join [member="Davon Karr"] who was already there.

Gray continued to mess with his hand's adjustments. The thing was just not working with him today and kept on zapping him every time he touched the different inner workings with the specialized tool. He eventually just gave up on it after getting it good enough. He got the whole thing closed back up and flexed his hand slowly. It was letting him move it faster now before shocking him, which got a bit of a smile from him. It still got him, but it was an improvement at least. With that done, he began to head to the observation room to join the two already there. Hopefully things were worth watching and not boring.

 

[Elam Vos]

D'ral was still not allowed to join a team. He wanted to be in the war games! He was just as strong as anyone. He beat a 10 year old in gym class just a week ago! If wasn't fair.

He was stirred from his mental complaints by a big Mandalorian nudging his shoulder.

"Supplies don't carry themselves, Ner Vod." The big ordo clan warrior said.

"Sorry, Edric." D'ral replied.

"Don't be sorry, just don't stop until we're done." The old man chuckled.

"Oya, Vod." D'ral said trying to use his Mando'a.

He kept caring the extra ammo and medical supplies to the ships for drop at the battle sites and thought hard about stowing away.