A Wolf Among Us [Mandos vs First Order/Death Watch]

[Anija Betna]

OOC INOFORMATION:

Out of Character thread is here

Weekend Treasure Hunt Style: Wheaton's Law applies.

Please be sure to allow for your opposition to post before posting again. Do NOT post stack, This is about STORY

Let the debate of Whose Visor is Cooler begin!


Posting Headers
Location: HANGAR [ALL will start here or at an airlock]; BRIDGE; or DETENTION AREA
Allies: First Order, Death Watch, OR Mandalorians - tag those directly NEAR you, not everyone on a given list
Enemies: First Order, Death Watch, OR Mandalorians - tag those directly NEAR you, not everyone on a given list
Gear: Link or list here... or tell where it can be found

POINTS OF INTEREST:

HANGAR

The remains of the raiding party's explosive entrance are littered about. A handful of TIE Sentinels happen to be intact and flyable. Conversely, a single Bes'uliik Starfighter appears to have crash-landed inside. Needless to say, it isn't flying anywhere; but it’s Mandalorian Steel plating and systems are salvageable.

DETENTION AREA

Prior to the raid, the crew happened to be interrogating one unfortunate Jedi. His remains and belongings, along with those of his tormentors, can be found here. More interestingly, the "tools of the trade" have survived. A surgical tray, adorned with Blood Crystals and a single syringe of Sith Poison are ripe for the taking. But be warned, a pair of active Interrogator droids still occupy the room.

BRIDGE

The final stand of Zek Ordo is plastered across the Bridge. The remains of he and his fellows can be found alongside those of several fallen Sith. Various Lightsabers, Lightsaber crystals, Blasters, and even full suits of Eukgar'gam can be acquired. However, the creative mind might find use for the fruits of the Sith's interrogation: an NJO IFF.

Upon approaching the bridge, the only access panel has been tampered with and requires a security code. However, curiously, the bodies of Ordo’s team around the door to the bridge appear to have been fleeing from the bridge, rather than trying to access it. A skilled slicer could bypass the security door, or perhaps the codes are elsewhere on the ship. A good place to start would be amongst the fallen crew, or around the ship. However, those with the force could sense a powerful, menacing presence somewhere near or on the bridge...

Belsavis System

The small freighter drifted just outside orbital range of Belsavis. It's transponder weakly broadcast a One Sith IFF. It had been without life support for days, maybe even a couple weeks. There were still rather fresh signs of battle riddled across it's outer hull, and within it's corridors smoke hung in clouds. To many it wouldn't seem all that important. Perhaps it was a small scouting or trading vessel which had been attacked.

But, it had apparently drawn someone's attention, as evidenced by the carbon scoring across the vessel's hull. The man in question was one Zef Ordo, who along with his band of bounty hunters and mercenaries - as many Mandalorians fashioned themselves outside of wartime - had decided it was a too good of a prize to pass up.

But, the scales of fate had not tipped in their favor. Their raid had ended after a rather drawn out battle, ranging all over the ship. And it was far from being a clean one, either. Evidence of the battle - bodies, gear, and other items are strewn about the ship. The ship and it's contents are all that remain.

For the United Clans, they would receive a recorded distress call on a secured Mandalorian channel. But, by then it would already be too late. Realizing this, the Mandalorians dispatch a salvage party in an effort to recover what Mandalorian tech and personal belongings they can.

The First Order, ever expanding, also will have received a message from one of their scouts, noting the vessel near the edge of their territory, as well as it's transponder ID. What a ship of OS origin is doing this far out, is anyone's guess, really. They too have dispatched a team to assess the vessel and collect what spoils of battle might remain.

PVP List
[member="Ezra Denko"] vs. [member="Xander Carrick"]
[member="Cameron Centurion"] vs. [member="Isley Verd"]
[member="Clovis Torcularis"] vs. [member="Mirshko Betna"]
[member="Atin Vendet"] vs. [member="Kango Fett"]


Tags List
Updated 4.30.2016

Spoiler

[member="Zef Halo"] | [member="Mirshko Betna"] | [member="Isley Verd"] | [member="Gray Raxis"] | [member="Xander Carrick"] | [member="Kango Fett"] | [member="Andras Garon"] | [member="Stardust"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Maya Carrick"] | [member="Oron Verd"] | [member="Atiniir Starrider"] | [member="Kade Kelborn"] | [member="Kassius Skirata"] | [member="Marcus Lok"] | [member="Aramir Eldarion"]
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Death Watch
[member="Preliat Mantis"] | [member="Kalyr Alor"] | [member="Ailyn Kelborn"] | [member="Face"] | [member="Atin Vendet"] | [member="Kyr'tsad"] (various Death Watch NPCs)

First Order
[member="Ludolf Vaas"] | [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Ezra Denko"] |[member="Josiah Denko"] | [member="Harley"] | [member="Bolt-559"] | [member="Clovis Torcularis"]

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Hanger
Allies: Mandalorians

Gray had heard about the distress signal from the ship, and was surprised it was coming from the Belsavis system. That was not too far from Annaj and Xal 3 sector which he spent a lot of time at aiding the Free Colonies with there efforts. He had been there when he heard about it in fact, so chose to respond to it being able be there quickly. He pulled up his ship The Wolf Fang to the wrecked freighter. It was a mess on the outside with all of the tell tale signs of battle. A battle the freighter seemed to have lost. This was a bit of a mystery, and he was going to need to solve it in an attempt to salvage the situation.

Gray had got himself into the hanger of the ship, which was not the best place to be with him wanting to head to the bridge. He looked around while wearing his Reclaimer Armor. He had his bryar pistol strapped to his right leg with his light saber hilt hung next to it. He had decided to bring The Good Samaritan with him on his left leg, and his tactical blade on his belt. He was holding the Ravager in his hands. He was loaded down with weapons and ammo for them. He didn't know what to expect from this place, so he came prepared with some good close quarter options. He needed to get things under way to figure out what was going on here.

 

[Arjant Clevenger]

Location: Airlock
Allies: First Order
Enemies: Soon™

The scouts of the First Order had relayed valuable information to their superiors in which it was turned to the Supreme Leader. Their findings were rewarded as they came across an abandoned vessel of One Sith origin. But what surprised their eyes was that it was abandoned due to the lack of life that their sensors picked up. Only droids and other inorganic contents were found, and nothing more than that. Without further a due, a task force was sent out to inspect the interior of the freighter and salvage whatever goods and spoils that were abandoned. And Ezra were one of the many chosen to go and inspect the ruins of the ghost ship.

On a separate shuttle with a squad of First Order Stormtroopers he was suited with an armorweave-bodyglove, duraplast plates that only covered his upper body, and black robes that hid the plates and the bodyglove, and had an issued lightsaber for the time being until he crafted his own saber. Instead of landing in the hangar, the Dark Jedi opted that they should enter the contents of the ship via airlock. It was typical to enter an abandoned ship by its hangar and it was one of the many places that held hostiles and dangers for anyone to come aboard the ship. The Dark Jedi and the squad of Stormtroopers entered in one of the areas of the One Sith freighter after their shuttle made contact with the freighter and a Stormtrooper sliced his way through the airlock. As he entered the interior of the vessel he could sense something within the Force. Granted, he was still an adept with the mystical tool, but anyone of any rank with the Force could feel a menacing presence among the ship. He halted in which the soldiers did as well and spoke, "I...feel something." They were not alone, and this ship was never empty to begin with.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Location: Hangar
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: None yet
Gear: In Bio

Marcus clutched his rifle tightly in his gloved hands. They had arrived at the coordinates of the battle-worn starship mere moments ago, and from one of the small viewports it was not hard to see the details of what must have been a gruesome battle. At distance, the cold lifeless forms of many combatants could be seen frozen in the void of space. They looked much like statues that had been posed in disgusting and horrible poses of death. The ship itself was still more or less in tact, though a large chunk of the hall had been blown away, likely exposing a section of the deck. It was curious, how the ship had come to rest like this, and he found himself reflecting on what he had been told. Put simply, a distress signal had come through, and they were to examine the wreckage. There was little chance that anyone or anything had remained alive on the drifting hulk, and it made the approach all the more eerie.

He knew little of what to make of it. He hadn't known anyone on board the vessel and he doubted they would find much on board besides arms and armor, perhaps some technical data. He took a glance down at his gauntlet and made sure that his own life support systems were in working order, just in case the ship happened to be devoid of any sort of oxygen. The panel glowed with green indicators, and he was satisfied that he would not be suffocating upon disembarkation. With one check out of the way, he brought the blaster rifle to bear in his arms and gave it a once over as well. He had calibrated the sights before they had left, and he had no reason to fear of any malfunction, at least that he knew of. Before he could give another useless check to a bit of his kit, the shuttle jerked into landing position just before the hangar. The engines of the shuttle began to give slight hums as certain areas of the stabilizers kicked in to assist with the landing. He knew he had to be ready, one would do well to in an environment like this. He stood up and grabbed one of the hand stabilizers that was fixed on the ceiling. Soon, the hiss of the landing struts touching the hangar floor would signal that their arrival.

The metal door of the shuttle slid open in synchronous with the ramp, and he made brisk steps out onto it before it had even touched the floor. His rifle was raised, and he gave a few quick tactical scans of the bay before stepping off to the side of the shuttle. It was deathly quiet, and signs of a fight lay strewn everywhere. In other sections of the area, he could see multiple small starcraft still intact, and he began making his way towards them.

As good a place to start as any...

 

[Mirshko Betna]

Location: Hangar - Boarding Shuttle
Allies: Mandalorians; [member="Marcus Lok"]
Enemies: Death Watch and First Order

It was strange really. Mirshko had only spent a few months in the Chiloon Rift. But it felt much longer. And, if the changes to her physical appearance were any indication, she had aged somewhat. It was a strange sensation, and it was something she'd known night happen when she went to visit Draco Vereen. But there was still some small part of her which hadn't fully accepted the possibility of it.. until it happened. if she was a bit... confused by the whole thing, she could just imagine how her parents must feel about it. Not that she thought they hadn't noticed. But, at least they'd not said anything... yet.

Frowning, she adjusted the fit of her small gear pack over her shoulders. She was carrying light gear. Mostly the Fett Kal trench knife and other close range weapons, including a few blasters. She'd come rather late, and had just managed to snag one of the last empty seats on the boarding shuttle. And it was a good thing too. She'd needed a break from studying anyways. She wore the modified Advanced Hyperion Combat Armor, adjusting it and the fit of the various components as she grew. It wasn't a simple task, but Mom had taught her at least the basics of it. As to why she'd come along on this little trip, she'd needed a break. And perhaps they'd find some interesting items on the ship. The reports had mentioned a rather drawn out battle. So there was potential for all kinds of weapons and gear to be found.

OOC Note:

Spoiler

Mirshko is roughly 18 here, so go by the appearance in her sig if you happen to see her without a helmet on.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Location: Hanger
Allies: Mandalorians


Stardust was along for he ride with [member="Gray Raxis"]...something about a distress signal in the belsavis system which was thankfully nearby so she didn't have a wel...actually any long rise with gray wasn't boring and had some type of fun involved ....usually a hole game or two

She followed gray out and kept herbkaster raised...both her sabers and sword in her sides as she looked around the place "huh interesting place..."" She said and noted the tie sentinels "hmmm...intact by the looks of it" she noted just so.m.she could steal one

 

[Kangofett]

Location: Hanger
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Death Watch and First Order

Kango sat in the forward right seat on the shuttle. He was reading a book pulled up in his helmets HUD as they traversed to the ship. The book was about a human race that didn't know about any alien species and used slug weapons to make war. It was one weird book thats for sure. They were getting close to the ship. Adding a bookmark in the middle of a chapter and cleared the book from his site. He always checked everything before a mission. You never want a weapon or piece of equipment to malfunction in the field.

He began to check his gear and ran a system diagnostics. Shouldering his ACS-205 Blackblade Modular Rifle and pointing it down at the deck he checked it over. He had to adjust the scope slightly but that was it. Racking the bolt on the under mount the weapon was ready for combat. Laying the rifle on his lap he surveyed his secondary a GFB03 Chimaera. The shotgun was great for close quarters like this. Both mags were full so he attached the shotgun to his magnetic holster.

Unholstering his custom MP-77 Heavy Blaster Pistol Kango looked it over. It was rebuilt to be even more powerful than it normally was. This pistol would break a normal mans hand if he fired it but his Mechno arm was designed to compensate for the kick. Reholstering the pistol he checked his ammo pouches and his knifes, a Ori'buyce Kal, Tal'galar Kal, and Baskad. Lastly checking his Ranger's Compacted Pack and all the gear inside of it including the spare oxygen canister. The systems diagnostic popped up saying all systems were green.

Standing up he activated his Magno-Grips and readied for the ramp to drop. As soon as it dropped he briskly got out of the shuttle with rifle at the ready. Sweeping the area he took cover behind one of the Tie Sentinels and kept everyone else covered as they made there way out of the shuttle.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Somewhere on the bridge, there were several disturbing sounds, to the trained and knowledgable ear, was the distinct sound of blade meeting and leaving flesh.

Then, the sound of someone settling into the captains chair could be heard. Someone, something menacing was in there. The door however, remained sealed.

 

[Eugen Aker]

Location: Hangar
Objectives: Secure freighter, investigate for loot.
Allies: Death Watch, First Order
Enemies: N/A
Equipment:

Spoiler

Self: Death Watch Armor (with rocket pack and standard equipment) Blastech Light Repeating Blaster, FWG-5 Flechette Pistol, Beskar Sword, Grenades (Ion, Glop), Datapad for Slicing.

Rollo: Death Watch Armor, Blastech Light Repeating Blaster, Mandalorian Disintegrator, Vibro-Hammer, Grenades (Thermal Detonator, Ion), Plastic explosives.

Artemis: Death Watch Armor, Arc-9965 Blaster, Verpine Shatter Gun, Beskar Dagger, Grenades (Thermal Detonator, Ion), Prowler Droid.

Shockley: Death Watch Armor, FC-1 Flechette Launcher, Blastech Light Repeating Blaster, Beskar Sword, Grenades (Thermal Detonator, Ion), Plastic explosives.

Tagging along with the First Order detachment was Face and her merry band of Death Watch Commandos. They had been in the neighborhood, pacifying a large cell of bothersome guerrillas on behalf of a dictator. When the virtually all guerillas had been wiped out in a terror campaign, and their strongholds had been reduced to smoking piles of carbonite, she had decided to remain in the area for some pirate fun in the chaotic pocket of space.

Now there was this job, helping out the rest of her Death Watch pals in babysitting First Order soldiers as they investigated a the source of a distress beacon. They followed the First Order in their hyperspace jump to the provided coordinates in their own gunship.

"That's awfully kind of someone to leave us a door," Rollo mused as he peered over Fake's seat to observe her camera feed.

"Mmm, real nice..." The blast pattern and location of he breach was similar to her style when she just wanted to tear through a crew. Mandalorian frak up everything style.

"We may be dealing with some fellow Canheads (Mandalorians) here. Rollo, Artemis, Shockley, you're with me. We're jumping to the hull. Artemis, bring a prowler."

She rose from the cockpit to kit up, leaving her copilot Bronco and the rest of the crew to manage the ship in her leave.

"Bronco, back off and go on standby. In case we have anyone else that shows up behind us. Pounce those frakkers and prepare for exfil."

Bronco nodded as he began the process of aligning the gunship with the underside of the freighter, matching trajectory and velocity. There was a depressurization of the bay area to prevent a violent vacuum when the bay doors open, meaning all occupants had to don their helmet for a time.

They bay door cracked open, and one by one, the commandos slipped out into open space within a span of a few seconds. They bay door snapped shut, Bronco lingering for a bit as Face's team covered the remaining distance to the hull by rocketpack. Moments later, the hit the hull, sticking to the surface with their mag boots. When Bronco saw they had made a successful stick, he pulled away and quickly disappeared from view.

Face took the lead in their short trek across the hull, keeping an eye out for the debris that now drifted with the ship. One careless moved, and that would be a hunk of dursteel plating through her well-endowed chest. All the way, the team maintained radio silence, communicating with each other through the use of tactical hand-signs.

At the edge of the breach, she halted her team, then waved over Artermis to drop in her prowler. With a few button presses, the recon droid came alive with activity. Gently, she pushed it inside to begin a sweep. Readings from the prowler were pushed directly to each of their HUDs.

Right off the bat, it detected several movers inside the hangar. Someone was indeed hanging around here, or they had beaten her team and the First Order to the punch. Either way, things were probably going to get messy. Fun times ahead.

She broke radio silence to send a quick text through her sub-space communicator on an encrypted Channel to the First Order unit:

//This is Vulture 1, preparing to enter the hangar through the breach. Life signs detected, indeterminate origin. We'll connect with you with you in the hangar. Keep us posted.//

Slowly, they swung around the edge of the breach to connect their mag boots to the inner hull.

"Vulture 2 (Rollo) with me. The rest of you stick around the breach and keep us covered."

She advanced deeper into the hangar with Rollo across the ceiling in a semi-crouched posture to reduce their silhouette, while Artemis and Shockley slinked into the shadows from the immediate vicinity of the breach.

Despite the high probability of all sorts mayhem and shenanigans unfolding, Face remained cool as ice, her heart beat level. This was her life just about every other day, a simple work routine for the seasoned killer.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Hangar

A seemingly unmodified AlAT/i gunship lumbered methodically into the hangar of the freighter that had curiously been broadcasting a One Sith IFF since initial inter-system patrols had detected its presence. In reality, the existence of vessels bearing the IFF of potential allies drifting near First Order space was not exactly a matter of state security. There were many layers of military and political leadership poised to manage such...mild curiosities.

However, it was an intense sensor scan followed by a brief diplomatic inquiry to the One Sith that had, eventually, forced the discovery to reach the ears of the Supreme Leader. As was becoming a steadily increasing reality, the personal intrigue of Sieger Ren meant the physical presence of Cameron Centurion. When a secondary patrol detected converging trajectories of several other unidentified vessels, the Sith Lord and Master of Ren had pushed the information out to the remaining members of the Order.

As the AlAT/i collapsed onto hydraulic struts, steam actuators relieved the onset of pressure amidst the soft hiss of a loading ramp extending. Alone, Cameron Centurion stepped down the ramp wearing a dark blue and gray cloak over simple black trousers. Resting his left hand on the leather-wrapped hilt of his Sith Sword, Cameron allowed his silver-green gaze to sweep the scene before him. Several other vessels were in the hangar, and he could sense a few notable presences.

One was his apprentice.

The other was an unknown Force that seemed to ebb with power in a distant area of the vessel.

The Sith Lord's hooded figure swept the area as a thin smirk touched his lips. In truth, he was not here for any Mandalorian trinkets or technology. It had been centuries since he ever dealt in something as...fickle as material belongings. Purposeful strides carried the large, ancient Master of Ren away from the equally ancient vessel design that had carried him to the Belsavis system. For the time being, he was content to seemingly ignore the others in the hangar.

Seemingly...

[member="Face"] | [member="Kango Fett"] | [member="Stardust"] | [member="Gray Raxis"] | [member="Mirshko Betna"] | [member="Marcus Lok"]

 

[Isley Verd]

Location: Hangar
Allies: Mandalorians, Mandalorian Crusaders
Enemies: First Order
Challenging: [member="Cameron Centurion"]

This was nasty business.

It was never a good day when a man had to travel the stars to collect the dead. To make the situation even worse, the threat which had stolen Mandalorian life was still out there. In fact, it could still be there. For this reason, Isley Verd was on edge. He was never much a fan of these missions, to say the very least. But who was? Today, the Field Marshal would set aside differences in philosophy in order to accomplish a common goal. Today, one of the founding members of the modern Crusaders would join the effort to secure what remained of his fallen vode.

To this end, the silence of space was disturbed by a small cadre of vessels dropping into realspace. Leading the "charge" was the Ferocity: a warship that had come to be Isley's favored transport. Flying alongside it were a handful of A/Y-92 Aquila Starfighters. Each was piloted by a member of his Crusaders...and Isley was no exception. The wonderful thing about this selection of vessels was the stealth. Nightshadow, TibannaX, Stygium. All worked in concert to make their approach as quiet as possible.

It was odd maneuvering about in a starfighter after so long, but given the circumstances a swift approach was best. The Ferocity was backup and tarried behind as the starfighters moved forward. Landing inside the hangar was of little difficulty, but Isley was suddenly aware that he was not the first one there. Frankly, the Hangar was becoming a hotspot...and one burned brighter than the rest. Darkness was here, of that there was no doubt. With a hint of urgency, the Mandalorian disembarked and moved behind the flank of his starfighter. This would at least provide some semblance of cover when, not if, the blasters started blazing.

"Doesn't this bring back memories?" he muttered, addressing [member="Zef Halo"] over the comm. Gripping the Darksaber, Isley steeled himself for the storm. The Darkness would feel his presence. The Darkness would know his challenge.

Spoiler: Equipment

• Taozin Beskar'gam
• Terentatek Bodyglove
• The Darksaber
• CT-12 Jetpack
• Paragon Energy Shield
• "Lazy Eye" Edition, Merr-Sonn Power 5
• Yrkaa Sidearm
• Grenades: [x] [x] [x]

Spoiler

[member="Adelram Thul"], [member="Ashtah Ordo"], [member="Briga Tiin"], [member="Deneve Verd"], [member="Julian Viles Priest"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Oron Verd"], [member="Runi Verin"], [member="Saverok the Unleashed"], [member="Zef Halo"], [member="Oozak"]

 

[Hailey Sosis]

Location: Hangar
Allie's: Death Watch and First Order (though I prefer Frsit Diosredr)
Gear: see bio

Harley was in hanger chillin, waiting for something to happen, she had all her usual gear, including disruptor cannon. Harley was here by mistake, as she was having a lovely time at a ball. She had dance with a FO general called [member="Ludolf Vaas"], then she was trying to get some else to notice a sith general named [member="Konrad von Grimmelshausen"]m, which let's be honest was a bit a mouthful. He kept on being nice then nasty to her, so she left in huff and broke one his mens noses. She then head to her room 101, and ate Bib & Jabba Ice Cream as it turned into one those nights. She woke wit hang over, and got on the wrong shuttle and now she was here. She had no idea were here was, but there were guns and possibly theft ahead so she was happy. So she looked around and asked, Hey guys what we upto? Well she may as well know what the capper was, as it might be something to brag about.

 

[Zef Halo]

Location: Hangar
Allies: Mandalorians, Mandalorian Crusaders
Enemies: First Order


A common objective brought Mandalorians of different philosophies to the abandoned ship that floated in space, Mandalorian life had been taken on this ship. The reason - yet to be uncovered. The Mandalorian Crusaders had arrived in stealth, something Zef quite enjoyed as he navigated his A/Y-92 Aquila Starfighter through space towards the hangar of the ship. Isley was no longer the fresh recruit in Mandalorian ranks that he was decades ago, Zef had to realize that already. His only friend had forged a reputation of himself that was known across the galaxy.

Zef took a look in the dark space, somewhere there was his friend's starfighter heading for the hangar, around him and behind him would be the rest of the crusaders forming up to land within the hangar of the derelict ship. This all seemed to familiar to the scoundrel and a smirk was painted on his face as he observed that they were not the first to arrive at the hangar of the ship. Landing smoothly, next to Isley's starfighter, he disembarked from his ship. Taking out his verpine pistol in his right hand, his helmet's sensors scanned the hangar as he took cover on the side of his starfighter.

"Doesn't this bring back memories?"

Zef slightly chuckled at his friend's comment. It quite did.

"Aye. I just don't remember feeling so old, vod." The scoundrel scoffed over the comm.

Zef rarely used that Mandalorian word - vod, he always had a hard time fitting in Mandalorian culture. Surprisingly, he'd found it easier to fit when he had become quite older. Yet, that word was reserved for the only true friend that remained for him in the galaxy.

Spoiler

[member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Garza]

Location: Hangar
Allies: True Mandalorians, [member="Maya Whitelight"],
Enemies: Death Watch, First Order, [member="Ezra Denko"],
Gear: Listed in Sig

There was a reason all of us were here. We wanted to get our men back. However, that was too late for us to do that. As such, we were now going to gather our fallen. I still had the inkling that there would be the killers of our men still there. Looting the corpses. Taking what did not belong to them. I was furious. I was angry. This should not have happened in the first place. My hand gripped upon the shaft of my hammer. Squeezing tightly to the leather wrapped weapon. My hand began to hurt with how much anger I held towards the Death Watch and their allies. Any who stood in my way would be pummeled, or cut in two with my saber. Still within the confines of my ship, I had let loose the hammer on my belt. And geared up for war.

I domed my helmet. Closing the face mask and locked it in place. Creating the Vacuum within the suit. Allowing for space travel if necessary. Which with how this looked, may be necessary. I looked at my wife who stood beside me. As she was 1, my wife, and 2, was training to become a Mandalorian, I brought her along. As well, she is probably one of the best healers I can think of. Her training from an apprentice to a Master was all about healing. Well, other than one portion of our lives where we were both unaware of until we had gotten married.

Turning to the woman, I nodded my head. Telling her it was time to go. I was so angry that I didn't want to speak to her that way. I didn't want to be angry and let it out on her. No. I wanted all of those who trespassed to feel my wrath. Not as a Silver Jedi, but as a Mandalorian. Activating the trasnport, I got in. Followed by Maya as Proxy gave me some words.

"I do not know if it would be acceptable for me to come back due to what may be happening. If I should not, use another ride provided."

I didn't respond to the droid. I pressed for the hatch to be closed, and pressed for the shuttle to blast us off towards the ship. As it did so, I prepared. Readying my weapons, I then stopped. Turned to my lovely wife in her new armor, and proceded to speak ever so gently.

"Don't worry about me. No matter how angry I may seem, I will be fine."

I then turned my head, and as we boarded the the not-really-abandoned vessel, I could feel the dark side heavily within the area.

"Maya, keep your lightsaber close. You may need it."

 

[Keira Priest]

Location: Hangar
Allies: Mandalorians, Mandalorian Crusaders, [member="Isley Verd"], [member="Zef Halo"]
Enemies: First Order
Gear: In signature

Despite being Corellian, Keira had never considered herself a pilot. The stars weren't quite the same escape for her as they were for the rest of her people. Ships were nothing more than transport from one destination to the next, which was what the starfighter she piloted, the same model as those of the other Crusaders, was intended for. Still, being in the cockpit was awkward for her, and she was thankful when it finally came time to land in the hangar. Out of the cockpit she was much more steady on her feet, which was to say she had a much better idea of what she was doing when it came to the battlefield taking place on solid ground. This was the sort of fight she knew, once it was actually joined. For now, the waiting.

Just as the others she sought some kind of temporary cover behind her starfighter, palming the hilt of her lightsaber and flexing her off hand absently. A miniature hologram of her AI companion materialized in the corner of her HUD. "Is this that 'pitched battlefield' you were referring to?" "Always with the lectures. Anyone ever tell you to lighten up?" "I will when it begins to seem less like you're trying to hurry along your death by picking fights like this." "Hey, this time I didn't start it." "But I suppose you'll help to finish it." A crooked smile turned up one corner of her mouth beneath her helmet. "Look who's catching on." Thankfully in-helmet comms kept that small conversation private. It wouldn't do good to appear more unstable than she already was.

Reaching out with the Force she released a quiet sigh in the form of breath hissing between her teeth, able to sense the presence of Sith and other darksiders from where she stood. Arguably this was just another day in the field, which of course meant something or someone was going to come along and throw a metaphorical wrench in things. Momentarily she glanced to, thus far, the only other Crusaders that had arrived. Finally she spoke up over the comms that connected them, her ever-present sarcasm for once not evident, at least for the moment, "Anybody else think it's too quiet?"

 

[Maya Carrick]

Location: Hangar
Allies: True Mandalorian, [member="Xander Carrick"]
Enemies: Death Watch, First Order, [member="Ezra Denko"]
Gear: Listed in Sig, plus medical herb bag, lightsaber

Finding herself looking once again in the floor length mirror there staring her back was her new armor that was form just for her. Even then she knew that feeling the anger coming from her husband. Giving a way to a deep breath knowing that she couldn't keep him any longer. Picking up her helmet on the way out of there space on the ship. Finding him already having his helmet on she snaps her into place.

Hearing his voice come through, I know it don't make it any easier on me no matter how I tell myself to look at it. Was it a fear deep with in side she would keep this only let out her signature of hope. Something he came from her as pure as she was and the calm she could bring to him after the battles. Even the ones when they was first having feelings for each other. After which time she let it come to be with out words. Finding her now gloved hands on his shoulder.

Let us get your fellow mandalorians bring them back for a proposed burial.

 

[Bolt-559]

Location: Hanger

Allies: First Order

Gear: Standard first order pilot gear

Bolt was scared. It was his first day, and even though he was a confident pilot, he was still nervous. His fighter had landed, and he was ready. He grabbed his blaster that was in his holster. The few other pilots had already left, but he was still just standing. He stood, for several minutes. He felt like he was boiling, sweating. It was a long time since Bolt has done anything daring, let alone anything that risks his life. After a minute to reclaim himself, he ran off, to join his fellow pilots.

 

[Darth Rixas]

Location: Hangar
Allies: Crusaders, True Mandos, [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Zef Halo"]
Enemies: Death Watch, First Order
Gear: Spoiled in le Sig.


Wars, battles, and skirmishes and names best left unspoken - that was all that occupied his thoughts. Oron sat in the cockpit of his starfighter, eyes closed with his arms folded across his chest as his vessel followed suit behind his fellow Crusaders. His chest heaved the cool air of the ship as he dropped his arms and pressed his palms to the dash-system of the ship. Opening his eyes, Oron's molten gaze overlooked the controls through half-opened lids before he disabled the auto-pilot functions and took control of the ship as he listened to chatter from his Vod flowing to and fro on their private frequency.

No relief for the Knight as he watched the Crusader's squad file into the hangar. The battle had either ended long before, bloody and barbarous or had yet to begin. Slowing his fighter, he pulled into the hangar behind [member="Zef Halo"] and [member="Keira Ticon"] before he finally touched down himself. Powering down the starfighter, his glass ceiling lifted before he unstrapped himself and used the Force to leap out of the vessel, somersaulting behind it. It wasn't until he heard the clapping echoes of his booted feet smacking the ground that he realized just how void the space was of movement...or any sound really. He flipped between different fields of vision with his HUD before listening to the feed coming in over the comm.

"Anybody else think it's too quiet?"

A quick lift of a finger issued a whispered response.

"Entirely." He paused, flipping to infrared, peering around the hangar- frowning, unable to pick anything up. "This type of quiet is nerve-racking."

 

[Andras Garon]

Location: Airlock
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Death Watch and First Order
Equipment: Neo Crusader Armor Mark X, VES-700 Pulse Rifle, Beskad

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...the airlock depressurized, heavy boots could be heard making footfalls as the hydraulic seal disengaged and -hissed- as it opened to allow entry. Outfitted in his Neo Crusader Armor he crossed the threshold into the corridor stretching beyond the airlock, approached the local control panel and engaged it. The airlock sealed again without a hitch. Once the environment in corridor stabilized Andras switched from his independent oxygen supply to that provided by the local atmosphere of the Freighter and he took a standard survey of local area including schematics provided by his armors hud...

...plotting a course that would lead to the detention center, maybe the bridge after that Andras primed the Pulse Rifle he held in his right hand at height with his hip and trekked forward into the belly of the ship. At present the Dark Horse had accessed localized comm systems used by the Mandalorians but he remained at radio silence, more difficult to pinpoint as he trudged ahead down the corridor leading away from the airlock. Intel was spotty but Andras assumed enemies were afoot in this ship or would be shortly...​

 

[Clovis Torcularis]

Location: HANGAR
Allies: First Order / Death Watch
Enemies: Mandalorians



I sat back on my knees, staring at the sliding door that would free me from the hangar's oppressive grip, with so much eagerness to square off against the mightiest warriors to ever drape a shadow across the known galaxy; the legendary Mandalorians. I've heard of their combat prowess and their exceptional tactics to render Force users like myself helpless. This was the type of encounter I craved, to finally test my meddle against an enemy that could almost match me step for step. Luckily for me, I took long steps. Could my opponent, if I found one, do the same?

The doors slid apart, and most of my kin broke through it rendering the levee officially breached. Me, I simply stood up and gently strolled from the hangar while some small meaningless fights broke out. I wasn't meaningless, so therefore I wanted a meaningful fight; even if it meant I had to down pint after pint of spirits to challenge my own mirror reflection. Which I did, once. Only once!

Upon creeping inside, banishing thoughts of obtaining Mandalorian steel, I headed toward where the greatest prize awaited me, the bridge. I've fought Jedi before, even one Sith, but facing a Mandalorian, well, now that was worthy of bard tales. I passed a few beneath me Mandalorian warriors, because if they were like standing army soldiers, they were nothing more than bantha fodder. For the exception of the one I had to kill because he, or she, simply stood blocking my path toward greatness. I'm not proud of killing someone far weaker than myself, because no true warrior can honestly measure their prowess against the weak. The Sith would say otherwise, but most Sith I've met feel more comfortable in being dropped in such a one-sided scenario. But not this Sith.

After a few minutes of sight-seeing, I began to feel as nobody wanted to face me in combat.