Private A Phantom Pain

[Darsch Vizsla]

[A few years before]

Aeten-II, A volcanic wasteland of a planet with ash clouding the skies. It was a lot like Nevarro except the fact people didn't live here other than the great soldiers of Krieg who used this planet as a training ground. It had been a while since Darsch stepped down from her previous bounty hunting Occupation to pledge her loyalty to Vhei Naudir, her queen, her love. A rough mando like Darsch would never be seen cozying up to some royal but Vhei was different.

She trained with her own troops and fought alongside them like a true leader. After bidding farewell to her best friend Joti, Darsch became a commander in the Krieg Military training young warriors in the way of the deathwatch whom she was once apart of. They hated the sith and any force users so the training was greatly useful especially if they were to fight against the sith at some point. This was the training of the day. Darsch would walk in front of her soldiers, her blue armor shining in contrast to the blacks and grays around her. Her queen was watching the training.

"The Sith don't play by the rules. So we won't either. We will kill them using our own fists and show the true warrior within all of us. They stand in our way mocking us. But they will no longer. One day we will fly into the stars again but to fight the Sith and reclaim what is ours. To avenge those they have killed!"

She raised her mechanical fist into the air inspiring the soldiers. A smile grew under her helmet. "You're all dismissed. Go spar while I speak with the queen."

Darsch said as the soldiers began walking away. Another session well done in her mind. She walked over to Vhei and removed her helmet revealing her freckled face which was slightly covered by her hair. She runs a hand through it clearing it from her face the smiling at Vhei.

"I felt like that was a success. Better than anything else that has happened these last few days.."

She spoke with a slight frown now. Then something happened. Darsch thought it was another eruption but looked over to see a soldier get destroyed by what seemed to be a heavy blaster bolt. The Vizla cursed putting her helmet back on and pushing Vhei to some cover. She now saw multiple sith troopers begin attacking the group. The Warriors would be overwhelmed by the numbers and began falling quickly. She drew her dual westars and began to fight off the attacking Sith with her men.

"Protect the queen at all costs!"

 

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Vhei was stood arm's crosser atop an outcropping over the lava below, Peering silently at the recruits being trained below. She was clad in her "Witchhunter's Armour", A set of iconic Black and Gold Beskar'gam made from the heaviest of Mandalorium plates, From which hung a multitude of weaponry and trinkets over her Kama. the Queen of Krieg was, As Darsch thought, A rough Mandalorian. She trained with her men, Ate with her men, Fought beside her men, As had she done during the days of Mand'alor the Infernal, A woman who's burden she had come to understand at the time. Vhei hated the life of a "Queen", A title thrust upon her by the absence of her Brother and the Death of her father, A title she thought pretentious, But wore with grim determination nonetheless.

<"Darsch,"> She calls out from behind her Buy'c, Marked by the famous Jaig eyes. <"You've done well. They're shaping up to be Real Mandalorians! Haha. You've earned a rest. But, Later, What say you to some friendly sparring? Maybe find somewhere quiet to spend the evening?">

In truth, It was sparring she was after however, But time with the woman she with which she shared a mutual love.

Before she could get her answer however, The light of a heavy blaster bolt zips through the air, Tearing one of her lightly armoured recruits apart in second.

<"Disruptors!"> Suddenly she finds herself being knocked aside, Pushed into the volcanic dust just before an explosive round impacts where she had been standing.

Everything was a haze after that. Vhei could handle blasters and lightsabers crashing down on her, Or men being torn apart around her, But the shockwave of an explosion always had an effect on her. It always took back to the Yavin job, During her youth as a Bounty Hunter, when her first partner and first love was torn apart by a thermal imploder, And Vhei's hand with it.
It wasn't long after that when she had used Yavinese Viper wasp nests to slay her enemies, Unleashing a storm of venom and stingers, And becoming the rugged Mandalorian that people knew as "Wasp". That day had made her the woman she was today, But it had also broken her.

Looking up from the dirt, Everything seemed slower. She sees her vambrace torn apart, Revealing the Cybernetic right arm that turned from flesh to metal just below the elbow. Followed by her recruits being torn apart by Sith and their Troopers down below, A series of clashes between blaster, beskad and lightsaber. It was a massacre.

And then, Several of her elite guard, The Deathtroopers of Krieg, Decloak all around her, Appearing out of thin air almost. Red and green plasma reflects off of their skull like visors as they as they crest the hill, Unleashing a torrent of deadly accurate blaster fire, Sending Sith and Troopers alike to their graves as they creep forward with methodical and machine-like efficiency.

<"Warmaster,"> One of the heavily armoured Deathtroopers turns to Darsch Vizsla <"I've just received word from the Deathtrooper command ship. They've been Ambushed in Orbit and are cannot make planet fall, We are on our own.">

<"What are your orders, Ma'am?"> Though there was no emotion to found in his tone, The large Deathtrooper was clearly in a hurry, Speaking quickly and loudly enough to be heard over the chaotic battle below him.

"<Fall back...">

<"Your highness?">

<"I said Fall Back!">
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Vhei forces herself to her feet, Watching her recruits helplessly torn apart below her. Some of these recruits were as young as 13, Fresh from their Verd'goten. <"We have to take them from higher ground or we'll lose this fight... "We're like fish in a barrel in this valley...">

The Deathtrooper officer looks up at Darsch and then Vhei.

<"Understood ma'am.">
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<<"Primus Actual to all units, The Queen and her retinue have been ambushed. We are falling back to higher ground, Coordinates to follow- * Agggh!* * Brzzzzkt*>>

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The transmission cuts as a sith utilizes force jump to close the distance, Running the trooper through with his lightsaber before anyone can stop him.

Without warning, The sith charges Vhei, Deflecting a storm of blaster fire back where it came from, Knocking over several Deathtroopers, Though their armour had completely stopped the blow. It wouldn't matter, As even more sith and their troopers rush their position, Two of which were already sprinting towards Darsch.

In one fluid motion, Vhei had drawn and fired her disruptor pistol, Evaporating one of the sith in seconds, While also drawing her telescopic force pike and clashing with another group of sith, Knocking one to his feet, But her armour was being battered from multiple angles, Steadily glowing hot red with saber strikes, Though no saber would ever pierce her mandalorium plates. The gaps at her waist however, Were another story.

<* Aaggh!*> A stray lightsaber glances her hip, Causing to immediately spin around and latch on, Lifting the sith scum by the throat with her cybernetic hand.

<"Long live MANDALOR-">
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* Shrrrk* In his final moments, The sith ignites his lightsaber, Piercing the soft underbelly gap in her armour just before having his throat collapsed beneath her cybernetic grasp. With a pained grunt and all the force she can muster, She slams his body into his fellow sith, And then extends the vambrace mounted vibro blades built into her armour.

Right, left, right, left, right, She deflects blow after blow, Stumbling back with each step as more and more sith overpower until at last, She collapses against the obsidian stone behind her, Struggling with each breath as it leaks from her chest, Slowly suffocating within her armour. The sith raise their sabers to strike one final blow, But it is already over.

Queen Vhei Naudir, Alor of Clan Naudir and Wasp of Yavin IV, Died of asphyxiation from a saber wound that cut upwards through her chest and into her lung.

The Queen is Dead. Long live the Queen.​

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

Darsch drew her dual Westars and fired at the approaching Sith attackers. She felt some blaster bolts pelt her beskar chest plate leaving a mark on it. The Sith began coming in numbers. This battle was quickly turning into a massacre as Darsch watched the recruit she had trained die before her very eyes. It was Mandalor all over again. The Veteran Fighter moved towards Vhei hoping that the men who remained would survive.

"Grind them to dust! Protect the queen at all costs!"

Darsch shouts over the blaster fire to any troops that remained. She didn't see any more Deathtroopers still standing only bodies and critically wounded wallowing in pain. The Vizsla moves to cover again taking some more shots before looking to Vhei hoping she had the Sith under control but Darsch's Bright Emerald eyes saw sight she'd never think she'd see again in her life. The one she loved, who she cared for, was dead. Darsch felt the tears begin to pour from her eyes. She was all that was left on this rock surrounded by sith that were quickly advancing. It was her last Stand, she thought. The end of Darsch Vizsla. Killed by the Sith. She cried as she pulled a thermal imploder. Her thumb clicked down on the arming button and she through it down close to her and in front of the Sith who advanced. She glanced over to Vhei's dead body while tears moved freely from her face then a smile came to her lips as she aimed both of her pistols at the crowd firing again before the Imploder went killing most of the sith and sending Darsch flying into a rock. Her visor had broken and her left eye was exposed, her left arm was gone. Soon the battlefield fell quiet as Darsch laid passed out.

The Sith departed after the mission had been completed leaving the bodies there to burn in the next eruption, that's when a nearby scavenger ship who watched the whole battle flew down and began to collect armor pieces and weapons that were left. Then he spotted Darsch and was captivated by her blue armor with the fur of a wompa on her shoulders. When he went to grab her helmet, he noticed she was still breathing and instead of leaving her, he took her away to some hospital on a different planet where she'd be recovering in a coma.

Darsch had dreamed that day over and over in that coma reliving the pain of losing Vhei. She recovered slowly being in the hospital under the radar until word got out that she was in coma and open to easy capture.

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

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[Present Day]
A cold gust hit Darsch like a proton torpedo to the death star exhaust port. Everything was bright and disorienting. So much hit her at once, headaches, and dizziness all at once. Her vision got clear again and she glanced around the room noticing a nurse enter doing her hourly checkup of the patients in the room. She looked a Darsch's part of the room and let out a gasp dropping the metal tray in her hands before running out to get the doctor. She was confused how she got to this place. All she remembered with the flash then the heat before everything went black. A few minutes later the doctor came in with the Nurse surprised to see the Mandalorian awake.

"Welcome back to the Land of the Living, Mando. A scavenger found you and brought you here. Don't worry, we still have the pieces of your armor that are not damaged, though the fur is a bit burnt, apologies there."

The Doctor let a tired sigh noticing Darsch's expression of slight anger. She remained silent though. The nurse would hand the doctor a data pad and he began to to type on it before taking a seat next to Darsch looking at her with serious look.

"You were caught in an explosion of a thermal imploder and you thrown into a comatose state. Luckily that Scavenger found you, if he didn't you'd be dead. Either succumbing to your grave injuries or burnt by the magma.. Now I have some bad news.."

He lets out another sigh before getting serious again he sat towards her a bit and clamped his hands together.

"You've in a coma for three years. We were able to operate and fix most of your injuries easily due to you state then we gave you a new prosthetic arm since you lost it from the elbow down.."

Darsch's eyes widened and she began to hyperventilate and began shifting around in bed. She felt disoriented again and lost her cool from hearing the news. She would begin trying to get out of bed before the Nurse injected her with a sedative to calm her down a bit. A few hours later she awoke again this time more relaxed. Dinner was served but she didn't have an appetite. She remained silent still filled with the sorrow of losing Vhei and her men those years back. After the ambush, it seemed some Imps conquered Krieg through diplomacy dissolving the thing Vhei died for. The doctor came back in and looked stressed.

"Are you ready for your first steps? We did massage your muscles to help you get moving quicker once you woke. Now I can tell you want to get out of here but not yet. We need to get you walking. I'll send for the nurse to move your armor into the room."

He smiles and has a nurse come help Darsch up to walk. They do some walking around the room before Darsch was able to stand on her own two feet again. Only a few days of treatment remained but her enemies coming closer. She knew it'd be a matter of time before Sith or Bounty Hunters raid the hospital in search of Darsch. The nurse came in with a crate which housed her blue armor setting down next to her bed. A day later the doctor came back in mumbling some stuff to himself being paranoid before coming to her bed speaking.

"We know of your enemies and we have done our best to keep your precense quiet but they are closing in. You'll be ready to leave soon, just bare with me."

Something entered the roam, it looked like a nurse dressed in the traditional uniform but something was off, this "nurse" held a large case. He opens it pulling a rope out and began to strangle the doctor. Darsch tried to get out of bed but the man drew blaster aiming at Darsch.

"Stay down, Mando. I'm not gonna kill you.. Yet."

The bounty hunter said with a deep sickening chuckle. Darsch was in a bad spot now. The Doctor did his best to fight back before falling limp and hitting the ground dead with a thud. She hoped the bounty hunter would shoot her right there, end the pain and sorrow. But fate has other plans for Darsch.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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The vizla's nightmares were not the only phantoms stalking these halls... It was subtle at first, A shadow by the window that was slightly warped, As if the glassteel refracted the light at a funny angle, Or like something had caught itself against the eye of the onlooker, blurring a single corner whenever they looked below the window. Blink, And you may miss it. Already it had vanished, Like a simple trick of one's own mind.

However, With each step the Bounty Hunter took towards Darsch, That subtle blur, That subtle shift in the light behind him followed, Like a detached Ghost following it's master to the grave.

"Stay down, Mando. I'm not gonna kill you.. Yet."

And that was The Ghost's cue to reveal itself. * Tap* * tap* The Bounty Hunter feels the sudden tap of a finger on his shoulder, Turning instinctively.
* Vvvwoom* Immediately His head jerks to the side forcefully as a the dull glow and subtle hum of a vibroblade flash through the air before going silent again. The Bounty Hunter collapses to the floor immediately after, And a dull transparent figure flashes in and out once or twice before suddenly fading in.

Before Darsch now stood a single figure clad in a dull white Beskar'gam with a skull-like Buy'c, Carefully sliding a kunai into their vambrace before leaning in over Darsch, Raising a single finger in front of the skeletal mouth piece of their helm.

"Shhh..."​

The figure carefully removes a modified NN-14 Blaster pistol from beneath the capelette that hung over their torso, Flipping it in their hand to hold it by the barrel, And offering it to Darsch.

"He should have responded by now, Where is he?"

"Well what if the Mandalorian woke up..."

"Than we'd better put her back to sleep..."

A pair of voices echoed through the hall where the previous Bounty Hunter had come from, Causing the Ghostly Mandalorian's attention to immediately snap towards the source as she took a low profile like some kind of night creature that had heard it's prey in the distance.
Turning back to Darsch, The figure quickly and quietly circles the bed, Jutting her chin towards a door on the opposite side of the room.

Looking at Darsch's wounds, A sudden * Gasp* crackles through The Ghost's helm, One with a baritone but feminine tinge to it, Denoting likelihood of a woman beneath the Beskar and Duraplast.
She carefully observes the missing arm, Replaced by cybernetics. What happened to you Darsch? Where have you been? No, no, Focus...

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

Darsch was powerless to stop what the bounty hunter was about to do to her but then it happened. She noticed the figure enter the room and watched it in the shadows confused at what it was doing, then it came to her that it was another Mandalorian by the looks of it. Who it could be, she didn't know. The Bounty Hunter smirks raising the pistol again before getting bonked by the Mandalorian who sent his body into the hard duracrete floor with a thud. The Vizla would be confused at why the figure did this. She felt uncomfortable as the Armored Warrior seemed to her up and down, inspecting her injuries. Darsch had a new cybernetic arm. It was bare with no artificial flesh. Scars cover her face and body. Then wrapped around her forehead were some bandages, one covering her left eye. The figure had handed Darsch the pistol and she took it closely inspecting it before cocking her head to the door hearing the approaching voices.

Darsch would get of the bed stumbling a bit since she didn't really walk much ever since she had awaken a week ago. She regained herself holding onto the bed frame before kneeling down to grab a hospital bag and the crate containing her armor. A quiet curse escaped her lips noticing the damage to it, the helmet had a crack where the left eye was, it was dented and covered in blaster scores, and covered in burns from the explosion that sent her into a coma. The Vizla began moving the armor into the bag noting how she didn't have time to put it on. Aloy Vizsla could see the damage riddled armor that her partner wore all the time. Darsch finished and zipped the bag up then slinging it over her shoulder. She held the pistol and nods towards Joti.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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The sight of Darsch's broken beskar'gam was not a pleasant sight to the young mandalorian. Darsch's armour was all but ruined, Her arm severed and replaced with metal, Who could tell the state of her eye under that bandage? It was time to get her out of here, And time was of the essence.
She quietly escorts Darsch to the doorway, Carefully watching the room behind them as the Bounty Hunters get closer to the doorway.

* Hiss* The opposite doorway hisses open, Two Bounty Hunters standing right there. "Who the hell-"

"That's the target behind!"
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The Ghost slams her fist against the control panel, Shutting the blast door behind Darsch and herself just as a series of blaster shots ring out.

"Well so much for stealth..."
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She says in a calm but annoyed tone. Should darsch recognize her voice, She'd notice that it had become somewhat hoarse in comparison to when they'd last met years ago, And that she'd adopted a calm but stern tone by default. Years of correllian whisky, Cigarettes and arguing with dumb Crusaders will do that to you...
She marches down the hall, Checking her vambrace weaponry before drawing her second pistol , Peeking around the corner for trouble before turning back to Darsch.

"I seem to recall you performing better with Two pistols. That still the case or have you yet to reign that thing in?"
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She gestures towards Darsch's cybernetic arm. "I have more where that came from so don't worry about me. I'm a walking armory as is."

She was right of course, Darsch had probably seen the multitude of knives and little gadgets on her belt, And the two weapons magnetized to her back beneath her cloak, One of which looked to be the hilt of a beskad or vibrosword, While the other was some sort of pronged and folding mechanism.

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

Darsch would think for a moment, the voice of this mysterious figure sound very familiar to her. She couldn't wrap her head around it, Darsch couldn't speak. She felt nothing when she tried to say something. Maybe she was still recovering from some brain injury that'll affect her for life. Her Cybernetic hand formed into a fist showing her obvious anger. The Vizla took great interest in the figure's vibrosword skills. She hadn't seen anything like it. The blaster fire grew closer, each blaster shot seemed to flash her back to that day on Aetan-II where her trainees were mercilessly gunned down by the Sith. Darsch held herself up by leaning on the wall. She looked as if she were about to pass out but snapped out of it. Darsch to the second pistol in her Cybernetic arm inspecting it closely.

She stared at it for a bit before holding the two pistols in her hands. Darsch nods towards Joti as she approached the door with the pistols in her hands. She deactivated before punching the door button to open it. The metal door slides open and Darsch emerged firing both of pistols relentlessly. Crimson bolts shot towards the Bounty Hunters, hitting them and sending them to the ground. The Vizla exits the room and walks over to a wounded hunter who was attempting to crawl away. She stood in front of him as he wallowed in pain, Darsch slowly raises the pistol and fired a shot directly into the skull of the bounty hunter immediately ending his life. She waits for the mysterious mandalorian who seemed very familiar to Darsch. She didn't know who it could be.

Aloy Vizsla

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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Darch's silence was concerning, Causing The Ghost to simply stare. Was she just recovering? Or had the Vizla lost more than just an arm... At least she had taken the second pistol, But she doesn't look like she should be fighting either way.
And yet, The Blue Mandalorian still had a fighting spirit at least, Approaching the door and nodding towards her.

Oh no... "Blue... Blue!"

Too late... At least The Vizla had dispatched them quickly. Maybe she was in better shape than she looked? Hopefully.
She follows Darsch into the room, Taking a second to observe her handywork. "Ok. You can still fight, This is good. But don't overdo it."

The right suddenly gets brighter as a dropship hovers down into the courtyard outside, Drawing the Ghost's attention as she steps up to the window.
"Chit... They've got reinforcements. Womp rats always did travel in packs..."

. . .

"Hm." She turns to Darsch slowly, Looking her up and down like a trainer sizing up a recruit, Trying to determine what all the Vizla was capable of in this state. "Ever steal a dropship?"

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

Darsch stood there for a moment looking at her work almost feeling satisfied with having massacred the hunters. A slight smirk grew on her beautiful yet scar covered face. She spun the blaster pistols like a true gunslinger would before turning her head to the mysterious figure after hearing those words, those words she hadn't heard in years. There was only two people who called her blue, her long dead lover, and her closest friend, Joti Johayc. Her head turns again to Joti her expression changed to one of understanding. She tries to speak only being able to make some strained noises before getting one word out.

"...J-Jo-ti..?"

She managed to get that one word out despite struggling heavily to speak. The inability to speak seemed to start disappearing. She couldn't even make a noise a week back. Darsch was clearly improving. Her head turns hearing the sound of the dropship nearing the hospital. "Steal a dropship? I can't even speak without stuttering like a buffoon.." She thought to herself after hearing Joti's comment, but she knew it would be the only way to escape in one piece. Darsch looked at the pistols again then nods to Joti before crouching next to one of the bodies. Something Darsch would never do was loot a dead body but this was different, she takes out a thermal detonator. Her plan was to throw it at the pack of hunters as they emerged from the ship and got a good distance away from the ship.

Darsch made a hand signal to Joti for her to follow her lead. She placed one of the pistols in the pocket of her hospital pants before making her way to the door to the courtyard making sure to stay low. Once she reached the door to the courtyard, she peaked out of the window next to it seeing what the bounty hunters would do. They disembarked the dropship and began walking in Darsch's direction. Her thumb would move to the arming button of the detonator before pressing down. The gray ball of metal would be engulfed in a red glow. She opens the door and threw it once they got close enough to her. Before they could react, they were immediately disintegrated by the explosion. In her head she had a flashback to the explosion that took her arm and messed her up. When she killed them, she felt something where her arm was, feeling. Like the tingling of flesh when it was poked. She had a brief flashback remembering the ambush all over again. She shook her head quickly snapping out of it and running to the dropship. The Vizla jumps into the door and fired on any who decided to stay behind. The Dropship was now secure.

Aloy Vizsla

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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"...J-Jo-ti..?"

Hearing her name struggle to leave her old partner's mouth like that... Chit, It was enough to make a grown woman cry. "No... Not anymore." She couldn't go back to being "Joti Johayc" or "Joti Jjota", Not after everything that had happened. She was done playing the lone wolf bounty hunter, Feeding on scraps to survive and hunting measly bounties, Or worse, Tracking slaves for hutts... Joti had died the day of the Cin'Vode massacre, It had just taken this long for a Ghost to take her place. And that Ghost, Clad in a new and stark white Beskar'gam, A resemblance of her own Cin'Vhetin, Would be better than the husk she once inhabited.

"It's... It's good to see you, Darsch. Just save your energy, We'll have time to talk soon. I promise."

It wasn't long before Darsch had opened the door and lobbed a thermal detonator out the window, Disintegrating a group of Bounty Hunters as they rushed out of the dropship. Afterwards, She watched as Darsch rushed out the door, Guns blazing just like old times, Causing a sense of nostalgia to wash over the young Ghost. Or maybe that was the heat wave of her detonator going off.

She swerves around the corner, Throwing a pair of knives through the air and into the nearest Bounty Hunters before blasting a weave of flame across the courtyard, Obscuring the pair of Mandalorians visually and forcing heads down long enough for her to board the transport with Darsch.

Once aboard, She climbs into the cockpit and begins lifting off, Watching blaster bolts hopelessly bounce off the glassteel cockpit.

<"Package Secure, We're moving. Meetup in five, Coordinates to follow.">

<"Roger, Roger".>

Both her's and a high pitched, mechanical voice call out over the comm network as Joti takes off, Jerking the control sticks forward and carrying the drop ship over the medical facility and out into the night sky. Once she's sure that they've lost the Bounty Hunters, She puts the ship on auto pilot and leaves the cockpit, Ducking into the passenger room to speak with Darsch, Taking a seat nearby.

"I'm sorry for the initial secrecy... I wasn't sure how you'd react, Or if you'd even remember."

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

After the whole ordeal, Darsch leans her head against the side of the passenger area letting out a tired sigh. So much had changed regarding her old partner, the voice, the armor, the combat style, and her personality too. She looks down at the hard metal floor where her bag sat, the broken helmet of her Beskar'gam staring right back at her. Darsch looked at her reflection that was cast on the visor part that wasn't destroyed, her scarred face stared right back at her with the bandages still obstructing her left eye.

Darsch took the two NN-14s setting the blasters on the bag next her helmet. She didn't feel much sorrow at the moment but a feeling of happiness being reunited with a friend. Her life was saved by a former scoundrel who she thought she'd never see again alive. But Darsch was glad, she was glad to see the woman Joti became. A smile grew on her rough scarred face. Her head turns hearing the door to the cockpit open and close then seeing Joti. Her eyes moved to make eye contact with Joti despite her helmet being on still. Darsch didn't have a problem with the secrecy.

"..It's.. been.. A-A while.. huh?"

Darsch struggled to get the words out but it was hard.

"Y-You've.. Changed.."

Aloy Vizsla

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

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"And yet you haven't changed one bit!" She chuckles, Patting Darsch on the shoulder once before reaching for her helmet, Slowly sliding it off of her head, Causing her now tousled and natural ginger hair to fall out in loose curls from beneath the Buy'c. Once her skull like visage and hair had been moved out of her face however, Darsch could easily see the same old deep blue eyes staring right back.

"I know this isn't what you were expecting. I know I've changed too, Probably for the better... But it's good to have ya back, Blue." She smiles. The same crooked and mischievous smile she'd always had. Joti had changed, Yes, But she was still Joti after all.

By manda, how long had it been though? The last time she had seen Darsch, They'd gone to see the Coronation of Queen Vhei Naudir, "The Wasp of Krieg". Darsch had left their merry band of two so that she could be with Vhei. She never knew why, Just that Darsch seemed mesmerized by the queen. Maybe the Vizla had fallen in love?

She had mixed feelings on the matter, And always had. Thankfully, She'd had a lifetime to practice deception, Hiding her true feelings from all but those sensitive to the force. Thankfully there were none here, And her emotional privacy remained. Right?

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

"You.. Shouldn't have saved me.."

She said a bit clearer than before. Her voice was filled with sorrow Joti can easily pick up that something happened on Krieg. Though she looked up for a moment at Joti noticing her new look. She liked it but kept quiet about it. She was somewhat proud of Joti's changed because it seemed to her that she was doing better than when she was drunk on the Solstice off of cheap corellian whiskey they had purchased at a fuel stop. Darsch wanted to tell her what had happened but grew even more sorrowful remembering the day on Aetan-II. The day that changed Darsch both physically and mentally. Her mind was filled with revenge. Darsch was happy that day before the ambush. Her love asked her to go on a nice walk in the wild of Krieg. That day Darsch intended to propose to Vhei but fate had different plans. She looked to at both of her hands feeling like she was a fraction of the Mandalorian she once was. Now she was part machine in god knows how many parts of her body were gone or damaged. She didn't know what lay under that bandage. She hadn't fiddled with it in the hospital.

It was time to find out what it was. Her hands moved to the top of her head and she began to unwrap the bandages letting more of her dark red hair flow freely. She was beautiful for a mandalorian warrior, eyes of emerald with a perfectly freckled face. Even with the scars, she looked nice. The bandages were now undone and she exposed what was under it. Her left eye was gone, replaced by an artificial cybernetic eye and the surrounding part was burnt and scarred. Darsch looked at herself in the Visor again. She wished she was dead having been killed next to Vhei so they could at least die together.

"The Sith did this to me.. They k.."

She clenches both of her fists angrily. Her rage being apparent.

"They killed her.. They killed Vhei! The woman I loved! THEY KILLED HER!"

She shouts tears coming from her non artificial eye. The sorrow and pain was evident. Her fist clenched so hard that it began to bleed at the bottom palms, her warm, crimson red liquid dripping onto the ground forming a small puddle.

"Those.. Beasts.. I will get revenge.. I will kill them all.. anyone who stands in their way.. I will make them feel my pain a thousand times over. They killed my young recruits and executed the wounded. Anyone who associates with the Sith will face my wrath.. I am the demon they will talk about for the rest of the Sith's history. They will pay for it all! THEY CANT KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH THIS! Sniffle THEY CAN'T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT!"

Darsch couldn't control her rage anymore that it turned to heavy sobbing. The ship rattled a bit as she began sobbing in pain and sadness. The more often reserved warrior that Darsch was could be nowhere to be seen having been replaced with the sobbing mandalorian in front of Joti. Darsch suddenly hugged Joti tightly placing the side of her head on her chest and crying. The rattling of the ship continued.
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[Aloy Vizsla]

Spoiler: A Thousand Tears

Tag: Darsch Vizsla ​

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The sight of Darsch like this, It was something she never expected, Nor imagined. It was like she was a completely different person suddenly, Or that it had finally burst through the surface after building pressure. How long had she been like this? It was as if she had just experienced this, This pain, this suffering. She clutches the net behind her in an effort to stay put within the ship as it rattled intensely, Almost as if it was bending to the Blue Mandalorian's fury, threatening to rip them out of the sky.
Darsch hugging her tightly after caused her deep blue eyes to widen for a moment. Vhei had taken her partner from her, and she wanted her back. Just... Not like this....

"Blue..." Her arm gently wraps around Darsch, Ascending gently up her back to hold her tight, One of which runs through the Vizla's deep red hair and up her scalp.

"I'm sorry... Know you two were close..." She wasn't about to tell her to Stop. Warrior or not, She couldn't just lock up her emotions like some Jedi slave. That's how you create Sith... No, She had to let it out of her system or let it eat her from the inside...

"They won't get away with it. Whatever I can do to help, I Will. I will introduce you to the Enclave and the Union. I will bring you Home to the Cin'Vode. And We, We will make the sith pay... Together... You're not alone anymore, Blue." You're not alone, Red. You're not the only Ghost anymore.

"We are Not parting ways again..."

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[Darsch Vizsla]

Darsch sniffles as a final tear came from her eye. She broke the embrace and sat back again, feeling much more better than before. Venting to Joti got the grief out of her system though only the rage remained eating at her thoughts. The shaking of the ship came to a stop once Darsch calmed down. She looked back up to Joti, her artificial eye staring deep into the young mandalorian. The Vizla had found peace from the sound of Joti's Voice. She was very supportive of Darsch which she was thankful for. Another matter was revealed in her mind. She looked down and sighed.

"I need to return to Krieg. My ship has the Beskar I need to get my Beskar'gam repaired. Hopefully the Armorer of this Enclave will repair the damage.."

She looks back up at Joti.

"Also, lay off the cigarettes and whiskey. You sound like lower level coruscanti. "

Darsch says this with a slight smirk.

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[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Darsch Vizsla ​

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"Heh... First my Buy'c and now my voice? Always had a way with people, Didn't you?" She stifles a chuckle.
It was good to have her back, She wouldn't ruin this moment for anything. But, As much as it pained her to hide things from her old partner. She'd have to tell her about Krieg later. Last she had heard, The Queen had disappeared and the "New Imperial Order" had moved in afterwards. The queen's family? Missing ever since. How would that knowledge affect Darsch? Would it give her a purpose aside from revenge? Or would it break her...

"Blue... We will return to Krieg later, Once you are ready, elek?"

She pats Darsch on the shoulder one more time before leaning back in her seat, Staring at the night sky just outside.

"We're heading to a rendezvous with my ship and some of my droids. If you'll let me, I'd like to take you to The Quartermaster , To the Enclave. She's a lot like Arno and I'm sure she'd help you. Afterwards..."

Is it even right to ask her this... After she's been through so much?

"Come with me..." She suddenly turns to darsch with a pleading look in her deep blue eyes, Reflecting the starlight ahead.
"Come with me to Myrkr. The Union plans to take back Mandalore soon... I can finally go home, To Concordia... We could finally have a life there... You could take your vengeance against the Sith, If nothing else."

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

Darsch would sit back thinking for moment. A lot seemed to have happened within those three years she was comatose. A new enclave, A new Union of Mandalorians. This was good news to Darsch. Her people were finally reorganizing and reuniting to finally fight the evil that was the Sith. She was proud and interested. This would be an opportunity to kill the sith like she wanted to. Her eyes moved again to look back at Joti thinking. She stood up remembering her troops. If they were to go up against the sith, They'd need all the help they can get.

"The Enclave will have to wait. I need to go to Krieg, Joti. If some aspects of the Kingdom still remain it will help us. I was their Warmaster. I trained with most of the warriors and contributed much to the Planet. Joti, if, just, if the Deathtroopers of Krieg are still standing, then we will have an army to fight with us. Perhaps even a small fleet!"

She felt pride speaking of the deathtroopers. Some of the most elite Mandalorian Troops in the Galaxy. This is what Vhei would've wanted, to fight back with her fellow Mandalorian Brothers and Sisters but her life had been cut short. Darsch was going to carry out her will and fight the Sith with what she built on Krieg. This expedition would be to inform the remaining Deathtroopers of her plans and tell them to rally whoever they can and get ready for the battle of their lives and the second mission was to recover the Solstice and the Beskar it carried.

"Joti, please. Take me to Krieg, then if we have time, we'll get to the Enclave. We need this.."

She looked at her friend with a look of sincerity and a slight smile. Darsch only hoped that Joti would see to reason.

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[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Darsch Vizsla ​

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"Blue," No... Don't do this to me. Don't make me say it...

"Krieg is... The New Imperial Order, Defectors of the Sith Empire, They took Krieg... Mandalorians still live on the planet's surface, But they fly an imperial banner, And the legions are gone... The streets are patrolled by Stormtroopers now."

"Whatever kingdom the Naudir had built... It's gone."
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She turns away, Crossing her arms. She didn't want to see Darsch's reaction, Knowing that her chosen home was gone. Maybe the new empire had treated them better than the last, But it wasn't the same. It wasn't a free world, Not anymore.

"How would you even find them? These Deathtroopers of Krieg? If there is anyone left, Wouldn't they be scattered across the planet? Across the galaxy even? Do we even have time...?"
After everything that had happened today, She wanted to go crawling through that damned wasteland to recruit some militia? It reminded her of her old partner, Vash. She would have let that Ubese drag her to hell and back when they hunted together. And it was a mission just like Darsch's that got him killed.

"I'll take you where you like Blue, But I don't like it one bit..."​

 

[Darsch Vizsla]

Darsch appreciated the concern Joti had for her. It's what made them friends. She knew what had become of Krieg having read the holonet while she was in the hospital. She already had her fit because of it. Nothing was going to change the fact that the Imperials had control of Krieg. It did not matter. She was gonna make a call to arms to any Deathtroopers that would be loyal to the cause still to raise arms once again to honor Vhei.

"I know what happened to Krieg. I feel the pain that what my Kar'taylir darasuum had built from the ground up is gone. But my men will not have left Krieg. We'll find them and get the forces we will need to retake our home, Joti."

She smiles pridefully and stood up. Darsch turns around and bends over to pick up the bag which contained the broken armor. The Vizla still had some wearable pieces. Though when she'd put it on she would end up looking like she had been through hell and back. She did exactly what she was thinking, she puts the armor on and turned to Joti, standing tall in her blue Mandalorian glory. She looked at the helmet.

"This should still hold but my eye is still exposed for them to see. I am not afraid to show them.. what I've become."

Her gaze shifted to her hands comparing them both before pulling on a glove for her hand that was still there. She walked over to the cockpit and typed something on the navigation system. Coordinates to Krieg, her cybernetic arm moved to grip the hyperspace lever. She pulls back sending the ship into hyperspace flying towards Krieg.

"I'm a demon, Joti. They will see."

The darker side of Darsch began showing a little bit. She almost seemed like a completely different person for a moment before she seemed to snap out of whatever trance she was in. She picked up one of the NN-14s and spun it around like a gunslinger from the outer rim before holstering the blaster and pointing her fingers at Joti giving her a wink.

Aloy Vizsla