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

[Isley Verd]

Location: Airlock
Allies: The First Order
Enemies: The Mandalorians

Sieger Ren was not the sort of deity to admit mistakes. Never would such an utterance escape his lips, nor those of his subordinates. What he could admit to was the necessity to expand upon the current state of a weapon. When a man is handed a dull knife, it may cut a few items with difficulty. But only when that knife is sharpened does it become truly dangerous. Truly useful. Such was the case of Josiah Denko, otherwise known as Herodias Ren. A deal had been struck in order to bring him within the fold of the First Order...but a simple agreement would never be enough to eclipse the light which lingered within. No, Sieger needed to sharpen his weapon.

And so, over the course of many months, Herodias Ren disappeared from the face of the Galaxy. Not a soul within the First Order or otherwise knew where Sieger had taken the former Jedi. Yet now, by the orders of their liege, had he reappeared. Now, by the curiosity of the Supreme Leader, had Herodias Ren entered the fray.

His TIE fighter slid forth from hyperspace with minimal fanfare and maneuvered towards the derelict vessel. There, Herodias made his way aboard via an airlock. The Force was alive in this place, of that there was no doubt. Yet there was only one soul that the Knight sought in this moment. Upon finding him, the Ren could proceed with his mission.

Ezra. To me.

[member="Ezra Denko"]

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

Location: HANGAR
Allies: First Order, Death Watch; [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Kalyr Alor"]
Enemies: Mandalorians and allies
Gear: ML-1 Roughcut | Mun'Beviin Anti Material Rifle | AT-1 Wrist Slugthrower | Fett Kal Trench Knife x2 | Aliit'gam "Clan Skin" - Painted in Death Watch matte black with the sigil on both shoulders.

Ailyn had found herself a good vantage point outside the hangar. She was perched up in amongst the airway ducts and piping near to the ceiling bulkheads. And with the life support systems non-functional, she didn't have to listen to the roar in her ears. That was something at least. The less distractions the better. She found the derelict vessel interesting. And even more interesting were the contents it contained... or rather the remains.

She, along with sever of her Kyr'tsad comrades had discovered the vessel, along with a few scouts of the First Order. They'd been working with the First order for the past several months, mostly as a way to get supplies and gear to help in the continued fight against the Mandalorians. Gear and food didn't come out of thin air, after all. But anyways. When they'd found t he derelict, the members of Death Watch had quickly worked to scout the vessel and secure a few key areas. Most notably, the bridge.

In point of fact, two of the leaders had sealed themselves in only a day before. Tralik she knew, and head worked with on many campaigns. She both feared and respected him for his leadership. [member="Preliat Mantis"] on the other hand was relatively unknown to her. She shrugged slightly, the sound muffled by her current position. She supposed time would tell how that particular situation would play out. But for now, she contented herself with settling into her chosen spot, and checking her gear and ammunition as she sighted down the scope of the Mun'Beviin at the entrance hatch to the hangar. Her sensors had detected much movement in the space beyond. Soon, they would begin to funnel into the corridor.

 

[Andras Garon]

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

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...perhaps he'd stumbled upon a pocket of stale air that remained after the initial sabotage of the ship but Andras was soon alerted to the depleted oxygen levels of the ship thanks to the localized systems his armor afforded him. Vacuum Seals that had allowed him to sample the local atmosphere almost instantly resealed and the Mandalorian began tapping into the oxygen supply his Neo Crusader Armor was equipped with. Andras took a breath, raised his right forearm and initialized the datapad integrated into the right forearm of his armor which would show him the basic condition of the armors various systems then, with a nod, he would move on...

...the trek took Andras further away from the airlock he'd entered via, he purposely maneuvered away from where the schematics he viewed via the hud in his helm told him the hangar was assuming it would be an area of high traffic and a focal point for combat on the Freighter. Maneuvering down the junctions that found, navigating various crossroads in the ship Andras would take the corridors that lead further into the belly of the beast. As he went the Mandalorian came upon the signs of battle, laser burns and scorch marks across the durasteel plating of the walls and occasionally the corpse of a fallen combatant that his friend/foe designator targeted before fading to indicate death or an incapacitated state however he remained cautious of his surroundings...

...the Pulse Rifle in his right hand would raise, press against the outside of his hip for support and train ahead while his left hand drew itself across to support the weapon via the underside of the barrel. Up ahead he thought he might have heard something so he drew himself closer to the side of the corridor, crouched down to make himself a smaller target and then waited it could have been stressors on the hull of the ship causing it to yawn or something else he wasn't sure at this point....​

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: Hanger
Allies: Mandalorians- [member="Stardust"]
Enemies: First Order
Equipment: In bio

Gray walked around the hanger looking at everything that was around it. Lot of ships could be found, but they were all a particular version of the tie fighter. The only one that was different was a mandalorian ship, but it was not looking to be in condition to fly. It would be a good place to acquire some ships and materials, if that was what he was here for. It was not however, so he just kept walking. What he was after was the information on the bridge in the ship's logs. Information was usually far more valuable than materials after all.

Gray listened to Star speak to him as he continued his studying of the hanger. He smiled behind his helmet and said, " You can shop for a shiny new ship after we get what we came for Beautiful. There is more pressing matters to deal with right now after all. Course I would just crash the thing if I got in one of those ships." He was glad he had his fiance with him here. Something was very wrong with this floating hunk of metal in space. He could feel it deep within his bones that there was something dark going on here. This caused him to grip his shotgun a little tighter as he felt uneasy about walking into this situation virtually blind. Even a little information would have been better than nothing right now for him.

Gray had made it most of the way through the hanger when he heard some noise going on behind him. People began to flood into the hanger, and they were not friendly from the way they were outfitted. They looked like First Order troops, but why were they here? Yes this was close to their territory, but it was not in their territory. How did they find out about this? He liked this situation even less now than before. He turned to Star and said, " We need to hurry to the bridge Star. Maybe they haven't noticed us and we can get there without too much trouble." He began to rush off to the bridge as soon as he finished speaking.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Location: Hanger
Allies: Mandalorians-[member="Gray Raxis"]
Enemies: First Order
Equipment-be putting it in bio soon

Stardust chuckled as she held her pistol and looked around the room"but why go shop when you can just steal a ship right? Besides you won't be flyjg I will"she said as she felt somthimh quite...dark in this ship...she couldn't quite oin it but it made you tense up sense heightened

She made it most of the way right behind gray when she turned and saw people flooding...first order by the looks...she could recognize them from afar...she had worked with them for a brief amount of time...but why were they here? Something good had to be aboard this ship for them to show up"agreed let's get moving and hope we aren't spotted "she said and followed closely behind

 

[Arjant Clevenger]

Location: Corridors of Freighter
Allies: First Order, [member="Josiah Denko"]
Enemies: [member="Xander Carrick"] and Mandalorians

"What is it, sir," a Stormtrooper asked Ezra after informing them of what he could feel through the Force.

"I'm not sure, sergeant, but do be ready. This is greater than all of us combined," the Dark Jedi said as he continued to lead the way. All he could know about this menacing source was that it was very menacing and was coming from somewhere on this freighter. He couldn't tell if it was a Sith Lord, a fearsome Warrior, or a dark creature. Perhaps his Master could know what this disturbance was as he was more proficient and exalted through the ways of the Force. Then his tuned senses could feel other lifeforms boarding the ship in numbers, and the presence of these were unknown except the one coming from his Master. "Sergeant, check if there are any friendlies on this ship. I can feel my Master here, but there are others I'm quite unsure of," the Disciple ordered the Stormtrooper who then checked on all frequencies if there were any First Oder personnel with them. "Negative, sir. We're all that's here." Well, that could only mean that a team of unknown salvagers were to take whatever treasures they could find or One Sith personnel came to reclaim the ghost ship.

And then he could hear the voice of his father in his head. He looked around all confused to see if he was here, but he wasn't. Where was he? He was an inept when communicating via telepathy, but he would guess on where he was heading. "Sergeant, get a map of this vessel. We're heading for the bridge." And was responded with a, "Right away, sir."

 

[Hailey Sosis]

location: hangar
Allies: Disorder first please and watch this death
Enemy: mando and chunky

Is was like she was fething invisible, so she shouted louder COME ON WHAT WE DOING HERE? She was easily frustrated, and she thought the fact she had disruptor cannon on her back would tend to command some respect. After all it could destroy a man in beskar, hell it could take out a tank. She was always taught you can get part way wit a smile, but you can get fethin lot further with nice smile and fething cannon. She waited for someone to tell her what was going on, as she was kinda annoyed, or wa that the hangover.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Location: Hangar
Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Mirshko Betna"] [member="Kango Fett"]
Enemies: First Order

The flicker of flashlights caused him to glance back towards the shuttle. His other comrades were exiting, fully cloaked in their armor and equipment much like he, though he was equipped relatively lighter than they. The sound of a falling chunk of metal drew his attention back towards the area around the crashed Bes'uliik fighter. The wrecked hulk clearly was not going anywhere fast, or at all for that matter, and it was a bit of a shame to see such a fine piece of tech left in a smoky heap like this. He approached the downed craft, weapon held at the ready, and scanned the cockpit. There was no occupant... It was a bit of an oddity. It meant that the pilot had survived the craft and sought refuge elsewhere on this desolate brig. It was not entirely impossible for one to survive an impact like that, though Marcus felt a dim bit of hopelessness as he was sure they would find his body elsewhere in the ship.

He turned his attention away from the burning mass of mandalorian steel and lead the light of his flashlight along the hangar walls. Scores of blaster damage riddled the surface, where once a sleek grey and white finish had been applied. Chunks of the ceiling also littered the floor and a catwalk had been dislodged in such a way that it obstructed the entrance that undoubtedly led deeper into the bowels of the eerie starship. That would have to be moved, and he doubted it would be much trouble. He lowered his rifle and walked briskly over to take hold of one of the iron bars that had once attached this piece to the ceiling and began to pull. It did not budge at first, but a metallic creaking signalled its slide along the floor as he drew it towards him. He did not move it all of the way, but rather just enough so that his comrades could get through as well. After it was moved, he observed the door which looked to be partly singed, but more or less operational. He pressed at the pad, and at first it gave him no response. Rather determined, he slammed the panel with a gloved fist and the door slid open slowly.

He dare venture no farther without any sort of support, as it was simply a crack pot idea. Any number of things could go wrong on unstable starships. Looking back towards the origin of the venture, he gave a confirmation over his comms to [member="Kango Fett"] .

"Lookin' clear as crystal up here. What's it like on your end?"

 

[Kangofett]

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

Seeing that most of the troops had now disembarked, it was time to secure more of the area. Slowly easing out from cover with his rifle sweeping the area Kango made his way to the next wreck of a Interceptor. Ducking under the wing pylon and quickly stepping out training his rifle on the viewport. There was nothing inside the Tie other than the messy remains of what he guessed was the pilot, it was too messy to tell. Turning on his heal he moved to crouch behind a Repulser Personnel Carrier that was on it's side in front of the Tie.

"Lookin' clear as crystal up here. What's it like on your end?"

Returning comms to [member="Marcus Lok"]
"Im about half way up the hanger right now. Theres nothing here but the sloppy joe in the Tie in front of me."

COME ON WHAT WE DOING HERE?

"Scratch that theres someone here. I'll try to find them." ([member="Harley"])

Switching to the unit comms
"Be warned there is a possible tango in the hanger. Be on your guard. Can I have a few people move towards me and cover the flank?"

Opening one of his many pouches Kango took out a custom made mirror attachment. After sliding it on the side rail of the rifle and adjusting it to the correxct angle, he raised the top of the rifle slowly over the Repulsercraft and glanced at the open piece of ground on the other side.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Hangar - moving towards exit
Allies: [member="Ezra Denko"] | [member="Josiah Denko"] | [member="Ailyn Kelborn"]
Enemies: [member="Stardust"] | [member="Gray Raxis"]

No life support and a whole lot of armed people in a relatively small hangar bay. How no hostilities had yet broken out was almost an amazing reality. Relying heavily on Breath Control to keep his body stabilized, the Sith Lord was all too aware that, for the time being, it was ill-advised for himself to enter into any major combat engagement. Fortunately, Cameron really did not care much for involving himself in personal squabbles. He had journeyed here for a purpose, a very succinct purpose.

Several presences touched Ciardha Ren's mind, and [member="Isley Verd"]'s wordless challenge did not go unnoticed. However, any presence that so happened to brush up against his own would be met only with cold indifference. The days of the Sith Lord having to prove himself had dissipated decades ago.

Exhaling softly, Cameron's silver-green eyes fell upon the exit from the hangar which was not a terribly large distance away. At this point, stealth was all but useless. No sooner had the thought formed in his mind than someone started screaming randomly. For a brief moment, Cameron's gaze tracked in [member="Harley"]'s direction. That was...interesting.

The Master of Ren rolled his eyes slightly. No sooner had his gaze returned to the distant door and the two figures approaching it than with the aid of the Force, Cameron Centurion's entire body surged forward in a blur of dark blue and gray fabric. The sight was fleeting as a dark meld of purple-white energy began to merge with the blurred colors of his cloak.

With a concerted effort, Cameron released the large sphere of raw dark side energy directly at the door leading into one of the corridors outside the hangar. The Sith Lord was unconcerned with who was in the way of the sphere of energy, they certainly were not the target. As always, Cameron had a contingency already prepared.

 

[Zef Halo]

DEATH WATCH GAME MASTER ​

Location: HANGAR
Allies: First Order & Death Watch // [member="Ailyn Kelborn"]
Enemies: Mandalorians in the Hangar



Vacuum...

No sound.
No air.
Darkness.
Perfect spot for a trap.


A few cunning Death Watch Mandalorians donning armors and more importantly wearing sensor jammers that rendered them completely invisible to all sensors. The perfect gear to use when knowing your enemies had grouped in a rather small hangar that was engulfed in almost complete darkness with no sound. The plan was simple. Let them kill each other.

How?

Simple. Grenades

The six Death Watch Mandalorians approached through the darkness and crouched aiming with their grenades towards where the hangar bay was.

Fire.

The five grenades were thrown with a timer of five seconds. The vacuum was on their side due to the lack of sound, and their sensor jammers had rendered them concelead.

Nothing better than watching friendly fire between your enemies.

The grenades exploded in the midst of those in the hangar.

 

[Mirshko Betna]

Location: Hangar - Heading towards the corridors beyond.
Allies: Mandalorians; [member="Marcus Lok"], [member="Kango Fett"]
Enemies: Death Watch and First Order; Specifically [member="Clovis Torcularis"]
Nearby: [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Gear: In Bio

As Mirshko moved through the Hangar, She tried to skirt around the various small fighter craft and landing craft that suddenly seemed to litter the hangar. Not to mention the still smoldering hulk if the crashed Bes'uliik. It was... strange, really. She'd not expected quite so many people to show up for their little recovery mission, or or so many others to show up. But, she supposed she should have. It was after all, a rather juicy target, with opportunity for quite a few trinkets and treasures, depending on one's fancy.

She kept her stealth field engaged, and her presence as closed off in the Force as she could. But, anyone trained in sensing would be able to detect her with concentration... especially if that person was Knight or higher. If there was one thing to be said for the time she'd spent training with [member="Draco Vereen"] and his holocrons, it had certainly increased her skill in the areas of stealth quite considerably, even given the fact that was where her natural abilities lay.

Her progress through the hangar wasn't as fast as she might have liked, given the sheer amount of people who suddenly seemed to be there. And not all of them were friendly.As she skirted around the back side of one of the Aquila starfighters. It was a design she'd not seen before, but it did incorporate some Mandalorian style elements. She crouched there for a moment as she tried to take a quick assessment of the situation. The hangar was indeed crowded. She'd seen a few sneaking towards the single exit to the corridors beyond. And a few of them made it, though she didn't know who, as the smoke still hanging motionless in the vacuum made it hard to make out details.

She muttered a few short words over the comm to Kango and Marcus. "This is Betna. I'm making my way out of the hangar and hopefully towards the detention level...." As she spoke, she skirted carefully around yet another craft, this one bearing First Order markings. She frowned. She knew that Belsavis was close to First Order territory. But regardless she was surprised by the sheer amount of people who had converged on the derelict vessel. She could feel an abundance of dark presences in the Force, and a rather strong menacing presence centered around the bridge.

As she continued to move towards the hangar exit, she felt small spikes of warning. An instant later, the entire entry lit up like a Life Day tree as someone tossed several grenades into the entry. She heard them hit the deck with a clink. Instinctively, she tucked and rolled, trying to get away from them. It was not quite fast enough, and her visor polarized instantly from the detonation flash as the shockwave tossed her backwards. For a moment she lay there dazed, having been thrown against a landed Aquila fighter.

It took a few moments to get her bearings as she picked herself up. Her ears were ringing slightly, and she felt a bit dizzy. For a moment, she closed her eyes and tried to focus. It helped a bit. What she hadn't realized was that the shockwave had damaged her armor's stealth field. As such, she was now visible to [member="Cameron Centurion"] and [member="Clovis Torcularis"] if he was nearby. When she'd regained her balance, she slowly began to pick herway towards the hangar exit and the corridors beyond.

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

Location: Hangar, crouched in a corner, beginning to follow [member="Stardust"] and [member="Gray Raxis"]
Allies: Previously mentioned, Mandalorians
Enemies: First Order
Gear: Generic heavy blaster, generic blast vest, generic vibrosword

Oh, great, Atiniir thought as the hangar began to fill with First Order forces. He had come here following a Mandalorian distress signal; what were these yahoos doing here? No doubt they had scared off the smuggler who had given him a ride, meaning that he was essentially stuck on this ship. His only hope was to grab a ship, or a ride on a ship. Looking around, he spotted a Twi'lek and Mandalorian sneaking past the First Order troops and entering the ship's corridors. Hoping they were friendly, Atiniir followed. He broke into a silent sprint until he was close enough behind them to speak without giving away his position.

"Hey!" he called out just loud enough to be heard, "Wait up!"

 

[William Thule]

Location: Hall near Detention Center
Allies: Mandalorians

He woke to the absence of battle. No screaming cries and shouts of rage, no discharge of weapons fire and detonation. Silence on the comms. Silence... where there should be none.

Alone.

Kade Kelborn's eyes flared open and the helmet's HUD came flickering to life with them. Cracks webbed transparisteel visor. The Kelborn remembered now.

The raid.

No exits.

A trap?

He checked the chrono in the top right corner of the HUD and balked. That long?

Kade seized the body of the vod he lay under and pushed him aside. As Kade rose he saw that brother and enemy alike littered the floor with their lifeless corpses. He checked his weapon. Only a few cells of power left. Kade grunted and bent low to strip ammunition from the dead.

"Apologies, vod, but I have greater need than you."

 

[Atin Vendet]

Location: An Airlock
Allies: First Order, Kyr'tsad [member="Ezra Denko"][member="Josiah Denko"]
Enemies: Mandalorian Crusaders
Equipment- Legacy Era 'Gam, Smartlinked EE3, Small Probe Droid, 2 X WP Grenades, Repulsar Pack, Trench Knife, Typical Mounted Gear, Westar 35 pistol in leg holster

Atin Vendet cursed as he walked on the outside hull of the vessel, silent in the dark of space. His maglocked boots slowly creeped up the hull, as he found a suitable port for entry. Whatever escape pod HAD been there, had long since left or been destroyed. The small droid sat, perched, upon his shoulder. It's single red eye focused in on the controls of the entry port. The Mandalorian looked inwards, his toothy visor looking for any faults in the material he might take advantage of.

"Yeah. I get it Deezee...It'll depressurize.", he says to the droid. He looks inwards, at the glass, and makes a radio check via encrypted comms.

"~Control, this is Oxide. No targets found. Entering ship in sector three. Do not engage. I am a friendly.", he remarks over comms, his voice scrambled by the internal helmet capabilities. He hooked up the smartlink scope on the rifle via a short fiber optic like cable, into the back of his neck. Good thing these First Order guys paid well. He'd almost not considered taking the job, with how hush-hush they wanted it. Secured of his footing, he opened fire at the glass port of the escape pod exit.

*KOOOOOOOOOOSSSHHHHHHHHHH*

Oxygen and Bits of Glass blasted outwards, mere inches from his rather vulnerable abdominal undersuit area, as his two WP grenades were wrenched loose, and lost in space. "Kark!", he managed, no longer broadcasting, as oxygen kicked passed him in an attempt at explosive decompression. He fired his wrist launcher inside, feeling the resounding *Clink* as it locked in place. He'd never field tested the thing, but it'd have to do!

He released his maglock boots, feeling the forces of the escaping air around him, as he was wrenched inside the hole. A thin blue beam of energy spread across the manifest, as airtight security was restored, dropping him to the floor with a resounding *Clang*

He rolled over, and looked at the Ceiling for a few moments. That had almost been a tremendous Blunder. Who knows where exactly he was, and how much sound that just made. He pushed himself to his feet, and checked over his FLC. Aside from the grenades, two protein bars, and a rather revealing picture of a senator's daughter lost, he wasn't any worse for wear. The man breathed a sigh of relief, and gave DZ-44F a flick on the top of it's dome. "Oi. Let's secure the objective. Can't let those Troopers beat us at our own game, yeah?", he remarks. He shakes his head, before linking up Deezee's video feed with his own, on an underscreen channel in the left of his Hud. "Be my eyes.", he says, sending the droid forth to ensure he isn't turning a corner into a meat grinder. In his experience, there were always better fighters than him. Better to be adaptable. The man held his rifle at the low ready, and moved tactfully down the inner corridor, hugging the wall.

The man had been out of the loop a while. He had had no contact with other Mandalorians in a long while, and his job to job schedule had left him little time to catch up. He was Echoy'la at heart, and undecided in the conflict. The first order had no doubt paid him well, but had left him remarkably in the dark. No doubt it was due to his questionable allegiance.
(Any Potential Challenger can IM me. We'll get this show on the road!)

CURRENT WOUNDS: *Hurt Pride*

 

[Anija Betna]

Location:Bridge
Allies: First Order, Death Watch: [member="Ailyn Kelborn"], [member="Kyr'tsad"], [member="Cameron Centurion"], [member="Face"], [member="Atin Vendet"]
Enemies: Mandalorians: [member="Gray Raxis"],
Gear:
Theme: Ride to Glory

**THIS IS AN NPC STORYTELLER POST**​

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The sound of blade hitting flesh was indeed distinctive to anyone who knew what is was. And It was ominous indeed. To many of the Kyr'tsad who had infiltrated the ship and secured various areas, [member="Preliat Mantis"] was a relative unknown. At least in the sense of their having worked with him before. The few Kyr'tsad who were on the bridge turned quickly back to whatever they had been doing quite swiftly. They didn't want to meet his knife.

But, for one individual, he hadn't been so fortunate. [member="Tralik U'rik"] had been on the receiving end of Preliat's anger - quite literally. And the reasoning was simple. As with many things in Kyr'tsad, the way to advance was to kill and replace your superior. It was considered quite normal to do so, which explained why those on the bridge pretty much ignored it when the fight broke out in their midst. And it was a brutal one. Prelait wasn't one to mess around. And he saw a distinct lack of the drive which was needed to help Kyr'tsad thrive and conquer more of Mandalorian space. Especially considering their loos at Mandalore. It had been their first offensive. And while there had been heavy losses on both sides of the conflict, the members of Kyr'tsad had still withdrawn in defeat. To Preliat, that was unacceptable.

For most Mandalorians, they knew Preliat as as angry, volatile man, who was quite savage on the battlefield. But since the disappearance of his mate into the Netherworld, he had changed. Something inside him had shattered. As a result, he was more angry and more unpredictable. And he wasn't above turning that anger on his own people. For in his eyes, much like Tralik, the Mandalorians as a whole in Preliat's opinion had lost sight of what it truly meant to call oneself a Mandalorian. He felt they were more consumed by corporate greed and politics than they had any right to be.

And it was that reason, as well as the events of the Great Disappearance which had led him to cast his lot in with Kyr'tsad. He took a deep breath, the air hissing between his clenched teeth as he stared down at the lifeless form of Tralik U'rik. The body lay sprawled across the cold decking, his helmet slowly coming to rest against the far bulkhead. Preliat had ripped it off mid-fight, trusting the lack of oxygen to suffocate the Gen'dai as he stabbed the man repeatedly in the chest... and once in the throat. If the lack of air didn't kill him first, choking on his own blood certainly would.

The bridge itself, along with the rest of the ship was still quite devoid of air. As such, every single member of Kyr'tsad had double-checked their helmet seals multiple times. And the damage to the life support system was quite extensive. Definitely NOT something which could be repaired without several weeks in a refit yard. Which wasn't about to happen. Not for this ship. The doors to the bridge still remained sealed tightly shut. The only way in was to either acquire the proper codes, slice the panel itself, or perhaps cut through the door with a lightsaber or other such device. But that mostly depended on who reached the door first.

Detention Area

The room was dim, and as with the rest of the ship, still devoid of air. But the contents of the area were anything but mundane. Blood spattered the walls in multiple locations, still looking quite fresh due to the lack of oxygen to oxidize it. The room itself contained four cells. Three were empty. In the fourth one, one would find the body of the unfortunate Jedi which the Sith had been interrogating. One would also find various items including Lightsabers, robes, and several other items [[see list in very first post]]. The bodies of at least three Sith also lay crumpled on the floor. Some had blaster burns across various parts of their bodies, but others looked to just have dies from the lack of oxygen when Zek Ordo sabotaged the life support systems.

Hangar

Various Tie Sentinels are scattered around the hangar. Perhaps six of them are still spaceworthy. A single Bes'uliik starfighter is scattered across the decking in the remains of what appears to be a rather spectacular crash. Whether the pilot survived the ordeal and was able to conduct the raid is.... questionable. The vessel is not flyable, however an industrious individual might be able to salvage it for tech parts or it's Mandalorian Steel plating. There are also several bodies sprawled across the deckplates. Many in Beskar'gam. With Zek having reached the Life Support systems, and the fact that a great many of the Mandalorian corpses appear to have intact helmets, one could surmise that they died due the various wounds sustained during the rather pitched battle.

Now, with the hangar swarming with a great many elements of both the First Order and the Mandalorians, space is getting rather tight. There is at least one advantage to this, as it provides both sides ample cover to duck behind for when the fight actually does break out. How it hasn't with so many in close quarters is anyone's guess. The relative calm is shattered quickly however when half a dozen grenades tossed into the hangar roll across the deckplates towards both groups. An instant later, they explode, throwing the hangar into complete chaos.

Who will attack first...and who will reach the bridge or the detention area before the rest? What will they find?

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[[Life Support is NOT functional.]]​

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[[Artificial Gravity IS functional.]]​

 

[Clovis Torcularis]

Location: HANGAR
Allies: First Order / Death Watch
Enemies: [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Gear: Really, I'm Still Slacking On That. (Mask In Bio)


I paused, briefly, feeling a disturbance in the Force. I'm not as strong as my kin, but when a scratch arises, I aim to itch. Whipping my head side-to-side, I tried to pinpoint the notion and almost missed the driving blade from an enemy targeting my chest. Side stepping the attack, I drove an elbow into his, or hers, helmeted mask following it up with a better pinpoint drive killing him, or her instantly, feeling a wave of death satisfying my carnal pleasure to kill. Whilst basking in the glowing pain of my elbow.

Yet, the itch remained. And suddenly I realized there was something wrong with the air, or better yet, a lack of it. Somehow in my misguided attempts to be supreme, I failed to notice the explosion that had rocked the hangar whilst I stepped about, robbing all the air breathing creatures of substance that made them be happy. Notably I realized for the small tank assigned to me at the onset for precautions had become important. My mask, for all it could do, would not sustain me in such conditions.

So for now, until I could find suitable accommodations, I would be forced to attach a bearer of annoyance in the form of an oxygen tank to my mask. Luckily for my twist of bad fate, it was a small device that was easily attachable to my mask; and would not become an issue. Ever.

I'm not the perfect representative of the Knights of Ren, but I was the most fearsome, or at least in time I will be. I'm the type of monster that lurks under your bed, giggling at your prayers for protection whist waiting for a limb to haphazardly lean over the side, where I can grip it in nightmarish claws and drag you into my world kicking and screaming. And in my world, pleasure and death should be your greatest concerns, but what you desire most rests in my judgement; unless you can sway me with a smile and a booty shake. I've seen my kin perform feats of amazement, but their physical attacks upon flesh is moot compared to how I can turn your mind to spoiled meat, whilst your flesh is nourishment; if I could actually partake in such a grand outing. And I'm pretty good with my lightsabers. Yet, a better lover.

Not sure what to actually do, I tried to find that annoying itch when, to my watering glands, I saw a female enemy emerge form her protective stealth cocoon; leaving herself open to poking and prodding. Again, unlike my kin where they want to destroy on sight, I was the inquisitive type. I wanted to taste, smell, and feel my enemy; learning about who they were or what they believed, and from there corrupt them. I kill, because I believe in self preservation. I preserve life, because I want to understand the galaxy; mainly those fondled by the Force so I can better understand how to kill the disease. And before me stood one of the most beautiful creatures my near-ruined eyes saw. My heart said bed her, take her for all eternity. The Darkside screamed kill her.

So I inginted one of my weapons, stalking toward her with foreplay on my mind.

 

[Kellyn Muir]

Location: Airlock
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Death Watch, First Order
Gear: In bio

"Pressurizing... Pressurizing... Warning: Unable to pressurize. No air detected.", his ships AI said as it connected to one of the Sith freighter's many hangars. Inane chatter on the Mandalorian comms frequency convinced him the hangar was covered well enough. With a rush of air exiting the airlock into the vacuum of space, Kassius entered through an airlock on the port side of the ship. He reached behind his back for his rifle as it extended to it's full form and demagnetized, allowing him to remove it from his back. This ship was a hot commodity it seemed, as the First Order were confirmed to be present. Furthermore, where there were Mandalorians from the clans, Death Watch would follow, if only to meddle with their plans.

His helm remained on his head, with two flashlights on both sides of his face activating. The lower beams pointed towards the ground and the upper two straight forward. He looked around the dark corridors before proceeding. He didn't know what to make of the situation. Desolate. There was no sound, save for chatter on comms. There was no air current, no passive engine noises, nothing from space. Kassius took a step forward. It seemed to shout in the corridor, being the only audible sound.

"ALCON, Kassius Skirata. I'm on the port side of the ship, no activity detected.", he reported. He continued to roam the corridors slowly and cautiously, rifle at the low ready. What mysteries awaited him, he knew not.

 

[Kangofett]

Location: Hanger
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Death Watch & First Order
Gear: In first post

Looking with the mirror he saw many First Order soldiers entering the hanger. This was gona be one hell of a firefight. Bringing his rifle down he took a grenade from his bandoleer but before he could prime it another grenade went off. Actually it was six of them but he only noticed the one that went off inside of the Tie.

If by some misfortunate chance one of the grenades bounced off the command pod and into the cockpit. The cockpit contained most of the blast. The viewport blew out in a shower of transparisteel and remains of the pilot.

Kango sitting infront of the Tie was showered with everything from the cockpit. The force of the blast threw him flat against the personnel carrier and knocked the wind out of him. The unprimed grenade was thrown outta site. Kango sat there trying to regain himself as the hanger descended into chaos.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Location: Hangar - Exiting into the corridors beyond
Allies: Mandalorians, [member="Kade Kelborn"] , [member="Andras Garon"] , [member="Kango Fett"]
Enemies: First Order & Death Watch
Gear: In Bio

Marcus cursed beneath his helmet as he watched the form of Kango move back towards the main bay of the hangar. He had only truly met the man on the ride over, and he had not talked to him in that time, simply looked across the aisle at him for most of the journey. It was the strange sort of connection that he found himself having with a lot of his vod, and more likely than not the fault rested in his hands. With rifle clenched in his grip, Marcus raised his sights to meet one of the imperial soldiers that was now sprinting into the packed hangar bay. His gloved finger began to pull at the trigger, but before he could even take the shot several large flashes of light exploded into sight. He was thrown back into the corridor instantly, and he lay there on his back for a few seconds before he began to come to. His HUD flashed with warning lights, revealing how close he had truly come to death. Despite some disrupted scanners, his suit was intact and functioning.

Though, there was one thing still bothering him, and now he finally realized what it was. Darkness surrounded him now. He pressed the button at the side of his helmet to activate the night vision that had been so useful in his earlier inspection of the hangar bay, but found it unresponsive to the touch. He began to breath rather raggedly at the thought of what must be around him, and he fumbled for his rifle. His encased fingers met nothing but the smooth metallic tiles of the ship's hallway and he soon threw himself onto his stomach. There it was. Not too far off, a single beam of light shined into the darkness. It was the flashlight from his rifle. Already, he could feel the darkness suffocating him, and his eyes began to strain as they narrowed in on that oh so precious source of light. He began to crawl towards it, though there were often obstacles in his path. These were no articles of metallic debris... They felt... Fleshy. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he reached the weapon and got to his feet. He searched around in the darkness with the slim beam of light, and soon regained his composure with the added feeling of security that it brought. The other thing that bothered him on this blasted ship was the lack of a single recognizable sound. It was dead silent, likely due to the fact that the ship was in a state of vacuum, but it did not frighten him as much as the ordeal in finding his only source of clear vision. He shined the beam back along the path he had taken and let go a small sigh as he looked upon the mangled corpses that he had crawled over. They had been long dead, and their bodies well preserved in the absence of Oxygen. Suddenly, and much to his surprise, the grey lights flickered back to life, although very dimly and with more than one flickering. The emergency generators must have still had the slightest amount of juice in them, enough to keep the lights on anyways. More than likely that had been momentarily knocked out from the large blast that echoed from the hangar.

Better them than me...

With a half turn, he began to walk down the hallway. The doors that lined the hallway had their entrances sealed up tight, likely to impede any would be intruders, and it made navigation a bit of a frustration. From what he could tell however, by both small emergency maps that were mounted on the walls and by the holograms he had attempted to memorize on their way over, he was nearing the detention level.