War Games | Mandalorian Clans Dominion Of Axxila & Bandomeer

[Funky Balor]

Team Instinct


Location: Secure terminal on Bandommer
Objective: Figure this stuff out



Clan Balor had not attended the diverse and wide array of war games as a participant. No, Balor came as a chronicler. Recording, processing, pushing information. The mounted battles had brought particular interest to him. He smirked as his A'lor, his older sister, peered over his shoulder at the hologram. "Walk cycles for besu'liik droids? Funky, what are you up to?"



Funky strummed his lute, slowly wait to explain, letting the note hang in the air. "How do you gauge a decent lover, Taira?"



The woman raised an eyebrow. "You know damn well that I watch them dance."



Funky snickered, as if in on some odd joke. "Right. Well, is a battle different from a dance? Momentum, rhythm, motion, cooperation....."



"Tempo as well," the elder Balor quipped sarcastically, teasing her ponderous sibling in the loving way only an older Vod could manage.



Funky simply strummed a few more notes, slowly plucking the strings, letting each not echo. "Endruance, too......even....for more than night," Funky retorted in his typical, tranquil pace.



Taira laughed and winced. "Point made, my obnoxious little back-up dancer," she said with a snicker, holding her war-fan to her face, the feigned Atrisian symbol of propriety. "So tell me: What have you gathered from watching them dance? Speeder bikes, Besu'lik droids, what keeps coming to your mind? I can tell you've got an idea, and it's a big one."


Funky strummed the lute with more speed this time, playing a scaled sequence faster than most would on an old wooden instrument, but with a certain slapping motion that echoed as he played, distorting it slightly. "An atypical mount for an atypical Mandalorian. Clan Balor should have a Dancer whose beautiful forms blossom on the battlefield. My ascent should be....a thing worth witnessing. Worth telling tales for......" He continued to play.


Taira nodded, waiting for him to deliver the punchline to whatever he was suggesting. A person Besu'liik was a large use of resources, and if Funky was going to dedicate this much work to a project, than it was going to be a custom job. Hell, even his simple projects had their own obnoxiously weird flair. It was his mark as a Goran, to make things that all of A'liit Balor would scream and cry havoc with. Subtlety and wisdom were not outside his methods, but in order to laugh at death, one must learn to roar.


He smirked a little. "A demonstration, then."

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Island of Pacifica on Bandomeer; advancing up the jungle mountain from the south shore
Objective: Capture the flag at the top and bring it home for Team Valor
Allies: Team Valor [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Enemies: Team Mystic [member="3X744"] [member="Krenis Skirata"] [member="Rhan Komo"]
Gear in bio
(10)
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With the flash bang tossed and the effects rendered on the Mystic Team in it's path, the Munin and Tor made their way zigging and zagging in tandem up the mountain side until they took cover again behind a big, mature tree. It was about that time that Vilaz's buddy from Clan Rekali made his presence known. She knew the two code were friends from way back; always a good thing to have in your back pocket.

Something caught Briika's eye on her HUD. It was 3X744. The young clone, who was a Munin Clan cadet and had signed up for Team Mystic for this exercise, was booking it up the hill and getting closer to the area where the flag was located. Well the battle medic couldn't have that, but how to slow him down so she could catch him?

[ Cover me, cyar'ika… I'm going after Three. He's making for the flag. ]

On the count of three, the sliver-armored Mando'ad sprung from out behind the cover of the big tree and made haste up the hill. Briika was in good shape, but oh gods this incline was a killer plus having to deal with the heavy foliage. The battle medic knew she'd never catch the clone boy outright so a little creativeness would have to do here to slow the kid down and be able to capture the flag herself.

Readying her grappling hook, Briika aimed and fired it off the gauntlet on her left arm; the intent was to have it wrap around Three's feet like roping a calf and essentially trip him up. The farm girl had practiced doing this maneuver growing up on the Tor farm up in Enerci though her brothers had been the targets when they'd play war games in the fields.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor, [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Enemies: [member="3X744"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Rhan Kodo"]
Post: 11

It was a good think that he had a good friend to watch his back whenever he wasn't fully aware and vigilant of his surroundings. "Thanks, Eli! I appreciate it, remind me to get you a drink or two," the Munin said to the Rekali clansmen. Of course, he wasn't going to buy him his drink right after these War Games were because he had a special date with Bree on some uninhabited island in which they would spend as much time as they wanted. Then his beloved had informed Vilaz that she was going after Three and the flag, and would need cover.

"I'll give you as much cover that you need, ner cyare." the Akaan said to his significant other, agreeing with her plan.

On the count of three the golden blonde made a run for both Three and the flag, and the Munin was way out in the open as he was providing cover fire for his beloved. A stun bolt hit the Cuir Rekr on his right thigh, but the bolt didn't cause him to go in a unconscious, limp state. However, it did feel numb and rather difficult to move it but he managed to find cover to avoid more hostile fire that was coming from the enemy. "Eli, move up with me!"

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Valor, [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: Team Mystic, [member="3X744"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Rhan Komo"]
[2]

He was following their progress intently.

Every so often his rifle thumped with a roar as he squeezed the trigger. It was a good rifle, proper rifle, Elijah would have to ask the armorer if he could have a piece -- one that was a bit more lethal, though, maybe with an option to switch over to incapacitate. That would work for the rare few contracts he took that required his target to stay alive.

It was sheer luck for him - and an unlucky step for the other - that made Eli roll to the left.

The electro-maul crashed into the bedrock where he had been a moment ago.

That would have been painful.

<< Aye. Taking the party to you, vod. >> The jetpack on his pack engaged and his form launched itself for the #TeamMystic rogue, who had been trying to crush him. Together, the one screaming and Elijah laughing, they flew past the battlefield.

Somewhere there the Mystic lad was dropped to the ground; on the head of another one.

Before Eli landed a meter or so ahead of Vilaz. His rifle roared again, disabling the offender who had numbed Munin a moment ago.

" Ya alright, Vilaz? " Rekali shouted, while scanning for the flag.

 

[Rhan Komo]

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

Rhan continued to shadow Three, he knew the fighting was getting closer and now they were certainly going to face Team Valor eventually. His eyes continued to search his surroundings as his ears strained to listen to anything that may give away the other Mandalorians trying to climb the mountain. There he heard rustling of branches and foliage being moved and crushed through, no doubt attempting to reach the flag. Rhan eyes looked back to where Three was and noted that he was most likely spotted by now by the others.

He continued to track the noise before he spotted silver armor moving quickly to intercept Three, and Rhan had no intention of that ever happening. His feet picked up the pace, but he still laid low and moved swiftly with trying to hide his presence before he would make his move on the Silver Armored Mandalorian. He noted the Mandalorian raising her forearm and aiming no doubt at Three, he grabbed his bowstaff and charged forward with all the speed he could muster.

​Only a moment left, concentration fully focused on Three, he's small and fast any miscalculation on the aim would mean failure,this is my time to strike Rhan thought quickly as he jumped forward to attack the Silver Mandalorian. He slashed downwards on the forearm to hopefully break the aim before the shot to be fired, with a length of 1.7 Meters he wouldn't need to get too close to hit the Mandalorian.

"We should let the kid play, ja?" Rhan asked to the silver armored Mandalorian.

 

[Funky Balor]

Team Instinct
Location: As above
Objective: You gon' learn today!



Two blades. Raised, pointed skyward. When Funky used the word "Demonstration," he meant "Sparring session" or "Target practice."


Funky smirked. "Come, Vod. Show this foolish dancer why you are still Alor!"



Taira grinned and leapt forward, swinging her blade as new data and schematics compiled on the terminal. The rhythm was simple. One, two, blade, snap, one two, blade swing.


Funky for his part barely moved. One swing to parry, avoiding the other four swings by near inches. He was moving at maybe a quarter of her speed, his grip on the blood unsteady, his fingers wiggling against the grip slightly. Parry, thrust. All defense. Why wasn't he fighting back? Why wasn't he swinging? What in heaven's name was his angle? "You gonna just let your sister pound on you for ten minutes? I know you're better than this...."



Funky merely smirked. Seventeen more swings. Maybe twenty. That'd be enough. "And you're more observant than that. Think about it....."

 

[dan12x1]

A moments reprieve, that's what O'saam swore he needed.

That was decades ago. And many full bottles and lonely nights had done nothing for his issues. The gristled warrior flitted through hyperspace, towards where he'd seen the goings on taking place via his comms network.

He'd come to do what his elders had done on Dxun. Watch the new generation of Warriors make their skills known. It was valuable for those seeking recognition or rank. He was not one of them. His older codes were emitted, letting everybody with the slightest understanding of how BOSS transponders worked or the ability to read them know who he was.

"This is The Black Death. Exiting hyperspace in ten minutes," his gravelly voice would be heard to those who listened. Perhaps they only knew him as a legend or myth. Perhaps they didn't know him at all. He'd much prefer the latter. "I'll be observing the goings on, unless somebody decides they want some help. Strength and Honor," his ship had likely been listed as inactive/unknown whereabouts. He flicked on a set of transponders, identifying himself as not-participating. The old bird came out of Hyperspace, dropping with a loud whump slowed down to normal cruising speeds. He stayed out of the general Area of Conflict, simply watching.

Waiting.


Much like an Avian predator, biding it's time from it's Roost.

 

[The End Narrator]

Much like [member="Stardust Raxis"] – Mira had opted to stay behind and watch the scene unfold from behind the lines.

Simulation was fun, but it wasn’t like the real thing.

She enjoyed the real thing a lot more than simulation.

She listened to the conversation between Stardust and [member="Davon Karr"] and him inviting Stardust to watch the scene unfold on the ground. Of course, Mira would take the moment to hop in and stare at the screen herself – curious as to what exactly was the benefit of all this simulation.

Training? Enhancement of specific skills? Leadership under pressure?

Perhaps it was a culmination of everything.

She didn’t know, maybe next time she’d participate instead of taking the time to work on her ship and hone other skills that weren’t exactly smiled upon.

But other things had attracted her attention – the discovery at the cloning facility, as well as the holodisc and its contents.

There was something darker brewing in the life of the young Rekali, a connection she wasn’t able to quite figure out.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bandomeer
Allies: Team Mystic, [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Enemies: Team Mystic, [member="3X744"], [member="Krenis Skirata"], [member="Rhan Kodo"]
Post: 12

"Yeah, leg is a bit numb, but I can still fight," the Munin responded back to the Rekali, aiming down at the Mandalorians of Team Mystic and spewing out stun bolts. It was a bit difficult to move his leg, but it was still operational to use in mobilizing himself. Of course, in the fashion he moved looked like he was limping from a wound. That being said, he limped his way near where Elijah was positioning himself at which looked pretty ridiculous to see the Wolf of War limping; however, it sent a message that no one should stop or hesitate for one second when advancing towards the enemy.

"You've got a visual of the flag, Eli," the Alor asked his fellow comrade as he aimed down once again at some Team Mystic soldiers that were advancing towards Team Valor.

He wanted this game to end in a victory for Team Valor, and that would be a nice way for him and Bree to have their nice, tropical vacation here on Bandomeer.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Objective: Watch holoprojections
Location: Ship with Davon and Star
Post: 2

Gray was heading to the observation room to go watch the replays with his wife and whoever else was gathered there. He just kept flexing his hand as quickly as he could without it shocking him. He wanted to get a feel for the speed so he could use it more instinctively next time he was in combat. Losing his hand was a real problem, which was the point but it was making things even harder than he had imagined. He just needed to get use to it it seemed, or at least he hoped that was what it was. He based by a lounge area that had plenty of drinks sitting out for anyone to take......well he was taking one of them even if he wasn't suppose to be taking it.

Gray got to the observation room with a bottle of booze in each hand. In his left hand he had a bottle of whiskey and in his right he had a bottle of wine. He saw that the only ones here was [member="Stardust Raxis"] and [member="Davon Karr"] who were reviewing something. He smiled and said, " Greetings vod! Anyone need a drink? I know I do." He then waited for them to respond, knowing his wife would likely turn to greet her husband. He knew she would so when she did turn around, he would go to toss the wine bottle to her knowing it was her favorite. But as he did that, he squeezed the bottle too quickly and his hand glitched out shocking him. This caused the bottle to go flying before he meant for it to so it ended up flying over to the side and shattering against the base of the holoprojector. He shook his hand out of habit despite how it wouldn't help as scowled. He said after a moment, " Sorry. Hand zapped me. I'll get it cleaned up right now." He walked over and set the whiskey bottle down before heading back towards the lounge to get cleaning supplies.

 

[Sor-Jan Xantha]

#DO YOU EVEN MUNIN, BRO?​

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yv_npN_0B8​

TEAM MYSTIC
Post 9 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"] | [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Gear: DC-17 blaster pistol, DC-15A blaster carbine, Survival Knife

Never underestimate the speed of a nine year old motivated by food.

What he lacked in size, the boy made up for with sheer determination. Trip over a vine? Just get up again. Jump over a log, miss the landing on a muddy slope on the other side, and go sliding face-first into a tree? No problem, just keep going.

The boy had cuts and scratches on his face and hands. Torn, ragged holes occupied the space where his knees fit in his trousers, and his clothing seemed to be an inspired piece of abstract art one might title 'grass stains on mud.' He climbed, crawled, jumped, and slid up and down the natural ravines that marked on contours of the hilltop. He'd started to make good headway, when suddenly outdoors progress went boink.

The boy face-planted into the ground. Which was not anything new. In fact, Three was quite accomplished at the art of the face-plant. There was a certain finesse that young, outdoors-y kids had to face-planting and bouncing back.

Pushing himself up with his hands, he realized that his feet were tangled up in something.

Curling up into a fetal position, the young clone struggled with the cord around his legs and feet, as he worked at disentangling himself.

 

[Zonia Kalranoos]

Location: The Beach, The Great Sea of Bandomeer
[5/20]

"You can count on me, Ra." Zonia replied simply as she stood on the beach beside him, her bare feet splashed by minute waves tumbling against the shore. The water was crystal clear, warm enough for bathing. Quite some time passed since Kalranoos allowed herself the luxury of a leave of absence from the Alliance as she rarely used the days off she was alotted. She had spent a good deal of time thinking whether coming to Bandomeer was a smart idea to begin with. In the end, the Prakithan tossed a coin. Tails, and she would endulge him by attending War Games as an esteemed guest. In her mind, the universe had made that decision for her, through pure chance.

"So can your people. Whatever or whenever you need something, I'll be there." she continued calmly whilst maintaining eye contact. Zonia had to look up, as if addressing a god amongst men. Her entire being was engulfed by the shadow cast by his titanic form. Instead of fear, there was a sensation of familiarity. And another feeling, one she could not quite identify.

"You said that Mand'alor means sole ruler " she said, repeating his very words - "And to be Mand'alor is to be alone. It is how it was, is and will be."
A short pause ensued, while Zonia gathered courage to voice her thoughts.
"But what if I am just Zonia...and you are just Ra?"

She had no idea if such an arrangement was possible, where two people of varying allegiances were able to completely trust one another. She had no idea what his words meant in general, what were his hopes and expectations should their relationship develop in any other direction than coincidental acquaintances. All she knew was that her entire being wanted to sit next to him, at a table next to a fireplace, on an unnamed world far removed from anything of importance in this galaxy and just watch him drink his jawa juice and absorb every single word he would utter.

[member="Ra Vizsla"]

 

[Cyrus Tregessar]

Location: Axxila
Allies: Third Party Planetary Security
Enemies: None (yet?)
3/20

The overall goal was simple, though it depended on Mandalorian ignorance of the way politics worked on Axxila. On any other night, the sight of Tregessar troops marching through the streets would have prompted panic in the Palace of Law and an immediate vote of censure by the Concord. An attack would be rendered impossible, with the threat of retribution being all too high. But now they were everywhere, and massing near Majhellain holdings without anyone being any the wiser. If the batttlespace could be shifted into a Majhellain compound, it could conceivably distract the Concord and other Great Houses enough that the Tregessar soldiers could take a few key objectives before there was any sort of response.

"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?"

The person speaking, a medic, had evidently just arrived on scene to the blasted out Hutt Burger. Colonel Verkler listened almost absentmindedly, concentrating as he was on getting his units into the right assault positions, then nodded.

"Noncombatants are free to move about as necessary. We've got an occupied Hab Block here, and all we're asking is that the lanes of fire be shifted to the east. There's an old corporate compound there that was cleared out for the exercise."

In a perfect world the Mandalorians would shock the Majhellain household troops so much they started a nice little firefight, but really all that was needed was a little bit of chaos and confusion. To keep up appearances, Verkler directed a couple squads to enter the Hab Block and start sweeping it, even though it wouldn't take much more than a simple life-sensor scan to confirm that it was indeed empty.

At the end of the day, it didn't really matter if the new overlords were fooled or not though, only that House Majhellain bought in to it.

[member="Irajah Ven"] | [member="Cait Falcor"] | [member="Cathul Thuku"]

 

[Funky Balor]

Team Instinct
Objective: A Lesson on the Power of Friendship. And Tactics!
Location: Within thirty feet of a secure terminal.



Clang. Swish. Clang, ting, swish. More thrusts. More parries. More twirling of the rather old-fashioned sword in the Kitonak's hands.


He laughed. Ten more strikes. "Still haven't put it together, have you?"


She grinned, pacing around him in a wide circle, as if stalking prey. "Nope. I'm still wondering, vod dearest," she half laughed, half-sneered, her tone still teasing her younger brother. "You haven't once swung back. No loud tumult. No complex movements. No grand aggression. What's the.....plan!" she charged again, three more times, eyeing him cautiously. He was blocking, but he kept alternating hands. Why?


He chuckled, lowering his sword into a rather weak guard formation. This should be the last one. He'd blocked enough. "Control. One ore attack, if you are feeling brave."


Taira lunged towards Funky, swing upward, aiming to send his sword flying. She realized her screw-up when she noticed how he wasn't keeping a proper grip on the blade. He wanted to lose his sword.


The sword flew up, and with it, a series of strings trailed it. Fishing line. He could have used slice-wire, but this was a sparring match, after all. A dozen lines of fishing line entangled Tairas' hands, suspending her in the air a foot as the sword embedded itself in the computer rooms ceiling, weaving a series of knots, half of the tangles too small to see, around her wrists. She glared at him. "A sword with a net? Clever. But what does it have to with droids? You aime to use them to control enemy movement?"


he shook his head. "Not control, simply predict. Imagine a duelign droid that could find patterns in movements, read enemy formations, and understand them. Now, imagine such a thing in a Besu'liik, that gives detailed readout to its rider. A droid that can see every movement, and deliver it to a commander, so that he may not only control the dance, but also lay traps upon the floor to react to their movements in real time....." he trailed off, retrieving a knife from his belt and throwing it at the knotted mass, letting his sister land gracelessly onto the floor. "I shall be both a dancer and a conductor. My dance shall lead the tempo of an entire battle!" He said with a deep belly laugh.


Taira clapped armored hands together and grinned. "Always the cunning inventor, brother. Our Buir would be proud of your ambitious musings. As am I...." He gave him a familiar punch in the arm, and he nodded back in response.


"Taira, you are my Alor. It is good to hear your interest in my work........in our craft. And soon, all the clans shall see just how cunning my musings can become...." He grinned wickedly. Soon, he would have his plan. Soon, his newest weapon would be complete.