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

[Mirshko Betna]

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

Slowly, Mirshko climbed to her feet, taking a moment to get her balance and bearings. She'd been pretty close to the hangar exit, within perhaps twenty meters of it when the grenades went off. The explosion had tossed her back about as much, and she was now crouched in frotn of an Aquila fighter as she tried to get her bearings. The area near the hangar exit was in complete shambles, though it appeared that someone had moved a rather large piece of debris just enough for people to slip by and out into the corridor.

She frowned slightly and scanned the area quickly again, There were a few people scattered across the hangar closer to her, and they seemed to be picking themselves up as well. The bulk of those still in the hangar seemed to be holding near the magcon field and their boarding vessels. And as big as the hangar was, it wasn't all that large. The room was starting to feel cramped. It was then that she noticed movement closer to the door. Someone had entered the hangar, and for the moment was blocking her chance of exiting.

The distinctive snap-hiss of an activating lightsaber snapped her back to reality, and she froze for a moment as she tried to decide what to do. Whoever it was, they were clearly focused on her. Which meant.. that her stealth field was no longer functional. She swore softly. Instinctively, her hand reached for her Beskad and Dinu'ul. She'd trained with them a lot over the years, but she was by no means a master. They were the favored weapons of her Da. In Any case, she hefted the Beskad and Dinu'ul in her hands, flexing her fingers around the grips as she moved sideways and around the side of the Aquila.

 

[Zef Halo]

**THIS IS A DEATH WATCH NPC STORYTELLER POST**​

[[Life Support is NOT functional.]]​

[[Sound is non-existent in vacuum.]]​

[[Artificial Gravity IS functional.]]​

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Location: Corridors #1
Allies: First Order; Death Watch
Enemies: M[member="Andras Garon"]
Gear: Light Beskar Armor; Generic Flight Suits; Verpine Rifles; Wrist Portable Shield and Lasers; Advanced HUD Systems; Vibroswords.
Theme: Low of Solipsism


It was high time to eliminate the fake Mandalorians.

That was every thought shared by the Kyr'tsad Mandalorians. That was the thought circulating within these three particular Mandalorians preying on the lone Mandalorian who had previously entered the derelict vessel through an airlock. It was time for him to witness the true power of the real Mandalorians - the Death Watch.

The trio of Death Watch Mandalorians had been spread out to position themselves in such a manner that they would eventually trap the lone Mandalorian into a crossfire. Monitoring him with their thermal sensors, two of the Death Watch Mandalorians were coming from the two corridors up ahead from where the lone Mandalorian was - forming a T.

Throughout the ventilation shafts, the small Sullustan Death Watch Mandalorian made his way towards where the lone Mandalorian had suddenly halted and crouched with a dangerous looking rifle in his hand. The Sullustan Death Watch Mandalorian cursed the man's position as it was just a few meters of where the ventilation shaft had an opening where the Sullustan wanted to drop his frag grenade from. Nonetheless, he dropped the grenade, snickering under his breath due to the lack of sound in the area and crawled back to a safer spot in the ventilation shaft.

The moment the grenade would go off, the two Death Watch Mandalorians from the corridors would pop out to lay a barrage of pellets from their dangerous Verpine rifles while the Sullustan Death Watch Mandalorian would jump down from the shaft a bit later to attempt to surround the Mandalorian if he was not killed by that time.


A lethal ambush...

[[Life Support is NOT functional.]]​

[[Sound is non-existent in vacuum.]]​

[[Artificial Gravity IS functional.]]​

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Location: Corridors #2
Allies: First Order; Death Watch
Enemies: [member="Kassius Skirata"]
Gear: Light Beskar Armor; Generic Flight Suits; Verpine Rifles; Wrist Portable Shield and Lasers; Advanced HUD Systems; Beskadhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Beskads; Variety of grenades.
Theme: Death or Glory


Kyr'am...


A pair of Death Watch Mandalorians had been patrolling the corridors for enemies to terminate. They knew the arrival of numerous Mandalorian forces that had come to salvage what was left and bury their dead. Yet, the Kyr'tsad would make sure that they would only be burying themselves. Such was the fate that this pair of Death Watch Mandalorians had planned for the newly arrived Mandalorian that had been aimlessly going around with the flashlights from his helmet.

This pair of Kyr'tsad Mandalorians were not the patient ones, they were reckless and they were often called jaro'vode due to their recklessness. They would not devise a plan but they would simply engage. That was their plan - surprise the enemy with their insanity. Numerous foes had fallen due to their lack of fear from death.

Charging from the corner of the corridor the lone Mandalorian with flashlight was currently at, the jaro'vode had their beskads out and their forearm ahead of them ready to active their portable shield and deflect incoming fire. They never liked the ranged combat, believing it was for the cowards.

If they reached a close enough distance to slash both would attempt a jump accompanied with an overhead slash towards the Mandalorian.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Corridor Outside Hangar
Allies: [member="Clovis Torcularis"]
Enemies: [member="Mirshko Betna"]

Silver-green eyes watched as multiple balls of Kinetite impacted with the blast door leading to the hangar's exit. The raw manifestation of dark side energy into a kinetic weapon collapsed the steel construction, creating a hole large enough for a human of medium build to stroll through without so much as a care in the world. The Sith Lord, however, would definitely have to duck his head down.

As Cameron's large frame slowed to a pace that, if the lighting was working, would render him much less a blur and more of a definitive corporeal form, the Sith Lord's danger senses flared briefly. Slowly, Cameron turned his silver-green gaze which burned brightly in the darkness towards the location of the disturbance. No sooner had he done that than several grenades exploded in the hangar.

Ciardha Ren had been here before...numerous times in fact. Through the painful reality of his slavery turned training as a young boy, the Master of Ren had learned that there was little reason to fret over that which was inevitable. So the shockwave from the explosion certainly did reach the Sith Lord, but he braced himself against the energy by erecting his own protective cocoon of energy around his being. Rather than pour a great deal of strength into standing still, he allowed the colliding of energy to push his position back slightly...there was no immediate hazard directly behind him anyways.

When the effects had dissipated, Cameron turned and proceeded to make his way through the hole in the blast doors that he had created. The nearby snap-hiss of a lightsaber gave the Master of Ren only a moment of pause as his eyes tracked in the direction of the sound. The dim glow of the weapon illuminated enough of the user's body to confirm that it was Torcularis, one of Cameron's apprentices. A slight shift and the Sith Lord could just barely make out the obvious target. Cameron, however, did not expend any effort attempting to dive into the girl's presence. It wasn't his concern for the moment.

With a brief rustle of fabric, Cameron stepped into the now exposed corridor, exiting the hangar. Maintaining firm control over his breath control as well as regulating his body temperature was not exactly a small feat over extended periods of time - even for someone with experience. The Ren was well aware it was a temporary solution at best. He just...hated wearing oxygen masks or masks of any design.

Entering the corridor, Cameron rather immediately sensed a new presence. It brushed against his mind through the Force so abruptly that the individual had to be close by. Stopping, the tattooed, exposed upper body of the Sith Lord heaved not from breathing but from the effort of casting his entire head upwards towards the ceiling. Cameron's silver-green eyes could not immediately see anyone, but it would be clear to [member="Ailyn Kelborn"] that the Master of Ren was aware of her positioning.

Sneaking around a derelict spaceship seems so counterproductive.

With a subtle motion of his right hand, the Sith Lord groped the power of the Force around the interloper's body. For a moment, he was content to compress the invisible energy in around Ailyn's body. However, the moment passed as Cameron motioned down to the floor with two fingers from his left hand, influencing the Force to rip the body of the observer from the air ducts and down to deck.

 

[Kellyn Muir]

Location: Airlock
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Kyr'tsad"],Death Watch, First Order
Gear: In bio

One foot overstepped the other as Kassius edged forward down the halls. His helmet lights made him easily visible in the pitch black. Luckily for him though, he'd be able to see if anyone, or anything, was coming. The hall from which he entered had been cleared, so there was no reason to check his rear until after he made a turn.

The ship shook violently, likely from an explosion somewhere else on the ship. Hostilities had begun, and now Kassius would have to be on alert at all times, especially when alone. As Kassius approached his first crossroads in the corridors, two armored figures rounded the turn before Kassius could approach. Surprised, Kassius took two steps back and raised his E-17. These two wore armor of Mandalorians, yet they attack a vod? That meant one thing - Death Watch. These two weren't vode, they were terrorists, motivated by the vision of the destruction of the United Clans and their way of life.

These two weren't slowing down. Both wielding blades glimmering in the light, Kassius quickly deduced that he had some time. Though he was a crack shot, it was next to impossible to take them both down immediately, given the circumstances. With a squeeze of the trigger, the Mandalorian mercenary fired off four rounds into the closer foe. One bullet disintegrated into the Mando's portable shield, another wedging itself in the hostile's armor's torso piece. The Death Watch target fell forward from his charging momentum. A bullet had penetrated his neck seal - if the gunshot wound didn't kill him, asphyxiation would.

By the time the first blade-wielding Mandalorian's body hit the floor, the second was only a meter away. Realizing his rifle would no longer be effective, Kassius dropped it and prepared for the imminent attack. With a leap, the bladesman sought to use gravity to increase the deadliness of his attack. Fortunately, once both feet left the ground, he couldn't alter his approach last second either. Kassius ducked and lunged forward, seizing and pushing his attacker's legs so he might land on his back. After regaining his balance, Kassius quickly swung around drawing his sidearm. With several pulls of the trigger, he fired a barrage of slugs into the attacker, who was already beginning his second charge. With a quick sidestep, the bladesman passed Kassius and fell to the ground, his hand twitching on the hilt of the sword. Kassius loomed over the body and fired a second round where the neck meets the back. The twitching ceased.

Curious, the mercenary knelt and examined his attacker. On his shoulder bore the symbol of Death Watch. Kassius didn't have a blade of his own, so he took the Beskad from the once-twitching hands and attached it to his lower back. He didn't have a sheath, but the magnetic holster function on his armor worked all the same.
Kassius also detached the portable shield from his opponent and affixed it to his own left wrist.

"This'll come in handy.", Kassius said to himself as he tested it, activating and deactivating the small blue shield.

He holstered his pistol and doubled back to retrieve his E-17 Gladiator rifle. Realizing his cumbersome mistake, he deactivated his helmet flashlight and activated night vision. The hallway floors and walls went from a pitch black to a static white.

Spoiler

He continued his search into the dark unknown...

 

[Atin Vendet]

Location: Ships Hull, En route to the bridge.
Allies: Death Watch, First Order
Enemies: Mandalorians, specifically [member="Kango Fett"]
Gear: In signature

The sounds of blaster fire and combat echoed throughout the ship, and Atin Vendet found himself lucky to have such a unique occasion rise up. His entrance via the airlocks had guaranteed him little resistance, although others might have the same idea. Deezee updated his thermals, and he moved forward cautiously through the halls, rifle at the low ready. His objective was the bridge, and to obtain the data before others ([member="Andras Garon"] ) could. Friendly I.F.F's pinged on his HUD, in adjacent corridors. The firefight behind him grew closer, and there was already motion ahead of him. This tactical position was NOT advantageous.

It would be a far better choice to exit via the airlock he came in, and attempt to make it to the bridge first. He called Deezee to his shoulder, and clambered back out of the air lock, activating his maglock boots on the surface of the ship. Deezee's crimson stare looked to his helmet, evident through the video feed. Atin Vendet shrugged. "Why do things the hard way?", he told his little droid companion. "They can duke things out, while I rig an explosive to the outside of the hull.", he says, withdrawing his JT-12 rocket from it's slender tube. "viewport and shrapnel will take care of whatever unlucky traitor beats us there. I've got a feeling somebody has a head start.", he comments.

The Deathwatch Soldier carries on towards his objective, after updating his last known position to friendly soldiers, to avoid hostile fire. The objective came first.

 

[Arjant Clevenger]

Location: Corridors
Allies: First Order
Objective: Heading towards bridge

It seemed eerie for the Dark Jedi that he hadn't encountered any forms of hostility. Even with the unknown presence within the interior of the freighters it seemed odd he hadn't engaged anyone. This made him be vigilant of his surroundings as any foreign being could be hiding within the vents of the ship or could just be camouflaging with the environment of the ship. Unfortunately, his hermetically sealed helmet had no HUD integrated in it or any other functions that were in a military grade helmet. The dark corridors of the ship, somewhat, made the young Denko have a sense of fear of what may be ahead. He really hate sudden surprises even in scenarios like these that could cost him his life.

Then out of nowhere plasma bolts raced towards him and his Stormtrooper companions. A bolt made contact on one of the Stormtroopers which left him incapacitated for further battle. His leased lightsaber came to life and use the little knowledge he had on deflecting the blaster bolts. From the light of the lethal projectiles he could see four hostiles wearing helmets with a T-visor. Just by seeing the helmet Ezra knew he and his men were in huge peril. He heard the stories of them on Nar Shaddaa and saw what they could when fools decided to be smart around them. At least the Dark Jedi had a lightsaber in which could make the playing field fair.

The two forces began to close the gap and Ezra was lucky enough to deflect a bolt back to a Mandalorian which impacted on their helmet and killed the Warrior. But as soon as he killed the Mandalorian a bolt found itself on the duraplast chest plate of the Disciple; however, the material of the plate protected him from obtaining a wound. The Dark Jedi continued his advance towards the Mandalorians, not knowing they were Death Watch, which caused them to retreat due to the numbers that Ezra had with him and the weapon he wielded. "We can't let them flee," Ezra said to his squad of now seven men and pursued the Death Watch Mandalorians with the Stormtroopers behind him.

[member="Kyr'tsad"]

 

[Kangofett]

Location: Hanger, Corridor, Outside on hull
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Death Watch & First Order, [member="Atin Vendet"]
Gear: In first post

As Kango was regaining his breath someone ran up to him and grabbed him by the collar. He was dragged all the way to the end of the hanger and layed him against the wall. A medic came over and did a once over. The medic commed him as he moved to patch up the next wounded warrior.

"Your green. Do you think you can get to the Med Bay? I need more supplies."
Getting up into a low stance to avoid stray fire he replied, "Aferm. I'll go get them."
"Watch yourself out their Vod."

With that Kango made his way into the corridor. Once inside and out of the line of fire he pulled up a display of the ship. The medbay was on the same level as the detention center. Looking over all the routes to get there none of them were that fast. Unless... he went outside the ship, over the top, back in through a maintenance hatch right next to the med bay. Plus doing that would have him avoid the labyrinth of corridors and all combat.

Up the corridor from him was a used escape pod hatch. As he stepped over bodies he checked his gear to make sure everything was still functional. Luckily nothing had been damaged cept a crack in his mirror attachment. Although blood and gore coved the front of his armor. He almost looked like one of the corpses on the ground.

Reaching the hatch he attempted to open it but the locks were engaged. Taking out one of his anti-security blade he erased the magnetic locks and gained access to the door. He opened it and stepped outside. Once outside he shut the door and walked along the inside of the tube till he was upside down to the inside corridor. He then stepped over the lip and onto the hull of the ship.

Looking around he noticed that the escape pod that had ejected hadn't made it too far. The pod had hit a large piece of debris just after it had been launched. What was left of the occupants was floating nearby. Ignoring the pod he started making his trek over the top of the hull.

 

[Anija Betna]

(DIsregard))

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

Location: Corridors outside the Hangar
Allies: First Order, Death Watch; [member="Cameron Centurion"] .....Maybe? | [member="Kyr'tsad"] | [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 (see sig) on both shoulders.

Suddenly, there was movement below. Ailyn's audio scanners did not detect anything... as there was NO SOUND in vacuum, but instinctively, her fingers tightened around the grip of her Anti-material rifle. She was still nested away in the small crawlspace in amongst the various pipes and wiring which ran along the freighter's corridor ceilings. Slowly, Ailyn eased her finger to rest down along the trigger guard of the Mun'Beviin. Sure, they'd been working with the First Order off and on for the last few months, as it enabled them to move a bit more freely, and to gather the supplies and such that they needed, but she'd not really interacted with them directly much.

And, from what she understood, their IFF scanners were supposed to have been set to list members of the First Order as allies. But... they could very well have malfunctioned. Especially considering some the tech the Kyr'tsad was using was older than what the Mandalorians themselves might have on hand. At that realization, she frowned and squinted, prompting the visual tech in her helmet to zoom in on the person below. Just as he looked upward. For an instant, she froze, for he appeared to be looking right at her as his upturned gaze locked with hers.

His face looked odd, almost as if he was holding his breath. He wore no helmet, and yet... he was not looking as if the distinct lack of oxygen was having all that much of an effect on him. That nagging suspicion of the fact he might be a Force user was confirmed an instant later as she felt herself seized by an invisible hand. For a few seconds, she felt as if the invisible hand was crushing her pressing down on her chest and making it hard to breathe.

But, that quickly ceased as she was suddenly yanked downwards by that same invisible hand ... as if someone had seized her by the ankle. The pressure still remained around her chest, and she grunted as she tried to wedge herself into her hiding spot even tighter. It only succeeded for a few seconds, as the pulling sensation increased. With a muffled curse, Ailyn felt herself tumble from her hiding spot and fall to the deck below. The impact was a bit harder than she would have liked, but then the speed of her descent was dictated by something other than herself.

She hit the deck, and rolled instantly to her feet, palming one of the Fett Kl Trench Knives on pure reflex. Somehow, she'd managed to keep hold of the Mun'Beviin. As she rolled to her feet, she turned quickly to face the new arrival, and frowned. He didn't appear as some of the Force Users which she'd thought associated themselves with the Mandalorians. And as she stared at him, her IFF struggled to identify him. He wore a dark blue and grey cloak over what appeared to be some light armor... at least from what she could tell from the soft glow of the emergency lighting.

She frowned again, and her helmet's IFF scanners finally beeped and displayed a hesitant guess. First Order. She couldn't see any identifying marks as such, but she straightened slightly and turned to present her left side to him, making the sigil on her shoulder clearly visible. She knew he could very well still be some element of the forces of the True Mandalorians.. and that she could be taking her life in her hands...but right now, she didn't care. She however did NOT loosen the grip she still had on the Mun'Beviin. WIth her right hand, which held the Fett Kal, she gestured to her shoulder, and spoke, her voice slightly hoarse. "Ailyn Kelborn be Kyr'tsad..." She knew it might not mean much to him, but the association of Death Watch with elements of the First Order was not something that was as well kept of a secret as it should have been.


Be Kyr'tsad - of Death Watch

 

[Clovis Torcularis]

Location: HANGAR
Allies: First Order / Death Watch/ [member="Cameron Centurion"]
Enemies: [member="Mirshko Betna"]
Gear: Yep, Just A Mask And Two Lightsabers



I've experienced pride, I've experienced humbleness, I've experienced victory, and I've experienced defeat. The sum of this tirade is this; I've grown from a boy into a man, sniffing reality up my nose like junkies indulge in death sticks. I've witnessed my family rush headlong into battle, glow sticks wavering over their heads, only to be cut down by their misconceptions they were a god (lower case G heavily pointed), well, I am a God, and I would never make such ignorant mistakes. Why, I told you already, I'm a God among Men. I'm the bastard Ren of the Ren, and what does that mean....I'm not looking for praise for my deeds, oh no, I'm looking to be praised for becoming the Ren of all Rens; which entails that I will do what needs to be done, such as kicking a stray dog and making a child cry for my crimes. Of course, I'll probably kicked that watering eye child too.

So when my ruined eyes fell upon my shadow enemy, whom I respected for her sneakiness, when her beautiful embodiment became visible, I only saw absolute domination. From the corner of my eye, I spotted my dark skin Master creeping through the veins of this unadulterated violence, I could only spare him smile in passing. He and I had little interactions, but he was more powerful than I and he knew what nightmares that vacationed in my mind, and if he was as wise as he claimed; then he surly knew that one day I would surpass him. Foolish of me to think such thoughts, nah, I may be a Ren in training; but I've already been tainted by the Sith Teachings, and my worse enemy is not myself; but the unscratchable itch of siphoning power from anyone that could kneel before me and bestow it upon me. As for my beloved dark skin Master, well, I would never EVER attempt to kill him. I do suffer from morality.

All around me the chaos began to increase, and up to this point, my cherry had yet to be popped by someone worthy enough for me to bleed upon, for the exception of that sneaky little girl, which I would admit, I loved her for being in the wrong place at the right time. I don't seek death like some little emotional teen filled with angst, but one day I would love to be handed a beautiful death, but that is information I write in my journal, so the reality of chance has presented me a gift of forbidden fruit. And I aim to take a bite, for good or ill.

As a new devotee of the Darkside of the Force, I'm not superman powerful, but I can do slight of hand tricks. With my ignited hilt in one hand, and the other still dangling on my belt, I swept my free hand toward the door, enclosing myself and my beautiful bride away from the trials of battle. Dropping to a knee, in a proposal of marriage, I held my defending glowing blade out before her as I said, "If you will have me, then I would truly be honored to be yours" as I slowly ripped metal piping and hurled it at her backside. I might be a gentleman-like monster, but I'm still a monster none-the-less.

 

[Atin Vendet]

The droid chortled something incomprehensible to most from Atin Vendets shoulder, the eye flashing thrice. The Death Watch Ori'vod turned and looked in the opposite direction. "You sure?", he asked; the droid warbling low in return. The mandalorian turned off outward lights, the droids eye fading to black as he crouched silent against the creaking hull.

His target made itself known, and he raised his rifle from a higher position. He held it center mass, and sat it against a lip in the hull, to steady it. "Your unlucky day, traitor.", he mubled to himself, as the bright blue rounds of plasma and emp spat from the m-5 at [member="Kango Fett"] . afterwards Deezee would take his rocket he had pulled from the tube, to prepare the trap for the bridge, while he engaged the straggler. He pinged mango on his HUD for all friendlies to recognize the target.

 

[Cameron Centurion]

Location: Corridors outsind Hangar
Allies: [member="Ailyn Kelborn"] | [member="Ezra Denko"] | [member="Clovis Torcularis"]
Enemies: Mandos

Silver-green eyes remained fixed on the armored form as it tumbled from the ceiling. Even though the vessel was basically a cocoon of darkness, there was clearly still some element of power to the vessel. The artificial gravity system was still functioning as the force keeping everyone planted on the ground was not created by some form of continues roll action on the part of the spacecraft. Even then, it probably would not have been a complete recreation without a nearby gravitational field.

Casually, the large Sith Lord stepped forward even as Ailyn recovered into a combat stance. As he approached, Cameron was quickly able to determine the figure was decidedly feminine. It was much more of a clue than her hoarse voice coming through the actuators of her gear. The verbal claim she made to owing allegiance to Death Watch was equally lost on Cameron. This reality was not because Cameron hadn't picked up the Mandalorian tongue in his years of life; though he was sorely out of practice. It was because they were standing in a vacuum, and there were not really particles for sound to vibrate through in a vacuum. The only way to communicate, truly, was through radio contact or...similar means.

Stopping less than a meter away from Ailyn, it would be plain to see that Cameron actually wore nothing other than his flowing cloak and a pair of simple black pants atop similarly fashioned combat boots. Several dark, arcane Sith Tattoos from his early life following the transition from his original body to this one adorned his exposed upper torso. Were he drawing heavily on his emotions at the moment, Ailyn would have noticed the tattoos shifting of their own accord every now and then.

For a brief second, Cameron's eyes diverted to the emblem on the woman's shoulder before focusing back on her helmet. With an impassive expression, the Sith Lord allowed his deep, velvet voice to resonate directly into her mind through the Force.

Put down your weapons.

A pause.

The bridge. Take me there.

Cameron's diplomatic flare actually took a great deal of effort, and he didn't particularly see a need for it in this precise moment.

 

[Marcus Lok]

Location: Corridors -> Detention Area
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: First Order / Death Watch

Marcus' flashlight continued to dance along the walls of the corridor which, once again, had become draped in darkness. He cursed the generator but kept on his way. The silence was broken only by the occasional hum of activity over the comlink where intense fighting still persisted, and he held no intention of heading back that way. His breathing steadied as he walked, soon finding that there was not to be as much combat within these halls as he'd imagined. He had no real reason to imagine this of course. As far as he knew, the only combatants that were aboard were having it out in the hangar bay, and they would hardly be in the corridors yet. He continued to find bodies lying around the corridor, but in much less numbers than were at the chokepoint formed by the door. The crumpled forms of these corpses did little to inspire hope, but he was not altogether bothered by them. One man looked to have had his visor penetrated, and he could see a single dim red eye staring blankly at the ceiling. With an idle motion of his foot, he pushed the man's head to the side and continued on.

He now emerged upon a much wider corridor, still strewn with bodies, that looked to be the scene of a struggle. He stepped forward, shining the beam down upon the dead faces of combatants who had fallen in the initial raid. Most had only shining visors to glare back at him with, but the occasional breach of a helmet revealed sullen and broken faces. Some had their mouths agape, as if they had been clutching for some amount of breathable air, but had found nothing but the hollow vastness of the the vacuum. Their looks of utter terror gave Marcus quite the incentive to look away.

He looked, with interest, to the large door that bore the inscription DETENTION just above the durasteel threshold. His thoughts danced with a moment of anxious excitement as he stepped forward, rifle trained into the darkness beyond. The door appeared to have been jammed open, likely by a power surge, and a small portion of the metal still jutted out from the slit that it was meant to recede into. The look of the entrance gave an eerie sense of abandonment, and it prompted a slow approach. He could hear the speed of his breath slow down as he brought the rifle around the corner to face down the slim hallway that gave access to each cell, and was relieved to find nothing in the dark expanse. With a slight sigh of relief, he approached the first cell, shone his light around the room rather slowly. Nothing out of the ordinary seemed to be present. A long metal bench ran the length of one wall, but the rest of the cell was barren. It was typical really, especially on a freighter like this. Marcus exited the cell with his weapon trained once again down the dark hallway, and it was at this moment that a bone chilling sight came from around the corner of the cell. Two Interrogator Droids came down the hallway, flying in near unision. He had heard of the reputation of these droids, as had most, and he was in no hurry to be flayed by one of their emotionless attachments. With a quick inward breath, he centered the reticle on one of the glowing red eyes and let loose a flurry of rounds. The first missed, just below the body, the next two struck home directly in the eye and with a puff of smoke it fell to the floor. The other droid, quite unaffected by the loss of its companion, continued towards him. Rather suddenly, the droid let loose an arc of electricity from one of the shock arms that jutted out of its spherical surface. The bolt danced harmlessly against the wall before Marcus squeezed the trigger yet again. The close range had indeed doomed this droid, and it too fell to the floor.

Well... Two more for the scrap heap.

Marcus let a relieved sigh escape his lips before he continued on to examine the last three cells....

 

[Kangofett]

Location: Outside on hull -> Detention Area
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Death Watch & First Order, [member="Atin Vendet"]
Gear: In first post

Walking across the hull there wasn't much to see. Just the vastness of space and the cold dead hull. It was a relief not to be getting shot at for once, but something was wrong. He couldn't put his finger on it he just knew. Then it hit him, literally.

A blaster bolt nailed him square in the chest. The armor did it's job and the round deflected off his solid chest plate. He hadn't even seen his target yet but he fired a couple burst from his ACS-205 as he ran up to a laser cannon defense turret. The shots weren't meant to hit anything, they were more to keep whoever was firing at him head down. The turret came up faster than he expected and he ended up slamming into the turret by accident because of his increased momentum. It hadn't hurt at all but it was a reminder that you can't move fast in space without consequences.

Putting his back against the armor of the turret. He slowly and carefully peaked around the corner. It was hard to see at a at first due to the black armor meshing with space but he spotted his enemy up the ship aways. His enemy was crouched aiming at him, pinning him in his position. Ducking back behind cover he changed his stance so he was facing the turret and had enough room to raise his weapon.

He raised his weapon but didn't come out of cover. His enemy had his position covered and it'd be a fatal error to pop out on the sides and fire. Kango open his comms, broadcasting on all nearby channels, so his enemy could hear him speak.

"Warrior, your aim is true. If I were to guess you are of Mandalorian blood."

As he spoke he pulled up the image of his enemy and calculated the distance and readied his MM9 Rocket System with a "dumb" rocket.

"I know neither me nor you want to die this day. I am only here to retrieve the dead so there mothers and fathers may have the body and let the warrior rest. What do you say we part ways without another shot fired?"

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

Location: Corridors outside the Hangar ---> BRIDGE
Allies: First Order, Death Watch; [member="Cameron Centurion"] | [member="Kyr'tsad"] | [member="Kalyr Alor"] | [member="Atin Vendet"]
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 (see sig) on both shoulders.

She watched him approach warily, and tightened her grip on her weapons for a moment when he stopped less than a meter away. For the briefest instant, she felt her heart stop. And then she shook herself mentally. She was better than this. She wasn't some child lost amid evil creatures. She knew her job. And she was going to do it by any means necessary. With a deep breath to steady herself, she regarded Cameron silently for a moment.

At least until she felt him speak into her mind. That she hadn't expected, and she winced ever so slightly as she heard his voice strongly. For a moment, she worked to resist anything he might have done with the Force. But after a few seconds of that, she just shrugged. The Fett Kal knife went back into it's sheath, and she slightly lowered the Mun'Beviin. But not completely. Allies or no, she didn't fully trust him. Not yet. With a silent nod, she stepped around him and slowly began making her way towards the bridge. We probably won't be alone.... she thought, hoping he would pick up on it. Feth, this would have been easier if they could speak on the same comm channel. But then she remembered he was probably more concerned about the lack of air.

 

[Mirshko Betna]

Location: Hangar - Heading towards the corridors beyond.
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Death Watch and First Order; Specifically [member="Clovis Torcularis"]
Gear: In Bio

He's weird... she thought with a shiver as she ducked around the Aquila, her beskad and Dinu'ul clutched tightly in her hands. The dinu'ul cast a soft blue glow along the decking , and Mirshko deactivated it for the moment as she tried to creep around the vessel. Her presence in the Force diminished slightly as she tried to blend in. It was something she'd learned how to do from Mom... and it would hopefully prove useful here.

Her concentration was broken slightly when she sensed something being thrown at her. She wasn't fully behind the Aquila yet, and it slammed into her leg, causing her to stumble forward. The offending object skittered off into the darkness after hitting her, and Mirshko frowned. She crouched behind the Aquila now, as she thought over the phrase he'd uttered. Sound itself didn't travel in vacuum, but the general meaning of his words had been conveyed via the Force. It caused her to shiver again. And not from the temperature in the room. If there was one thing to be said for sealed armor, it was at least temperature controlled.

She slowly edged her way around the Aquila, and towards the door. There were far too many people in the hangar itself. And while she knew splitting off from the main part of Mandalorians could have some... unforseen consequences for her, there wasn't much she could really do at the moment. Not without endangering the rest. So, she continued her progress towards the hangar exit and the corridors beyond. Her steps were careful and measured, even though she knew sound couldn't travel in vacuum. She closed down on her Force presence again, hoping to throw him off a bit.

 

[Atin Vendet]

Location: outer hull
Allies: Death Watch, and first order
Enemies: Mandalorians, specifically @ [member="Kango Fett"]
Gear: in bio, minus two WP grenades and an anti vehicular rocket.

Atin Vendet cursed, as the round impacted and his target remained standing. He'd lost track of him a couple moments, but by sheer luck caught the armor of kango. He might well have been dead to rights, and he was adamently surprised when his foe contacted him.

"Remain where you are. The bodies and armor will be returned once intelligence has been gleaned. You have engaged my comrades. Such an action is treasonous. ", he states through a filtered voice. "You are my enemy. A cease fire is not possible. Defend yourself or withdraw from this area!", he commands through comms.

He does not have the bonus of deezee, or his explosives. The Death Watch Ori'vod pops off several controlled pairs, using his foes ducks for cover, if such a choice is made, to re position. Neither shot was intended to hit, but he preferred to have the superior position. He awaited Deezees confirmation that the I.E.D was placed.

(From Mobile in BFE)

 

[Kangofett]

Location: Outside on hull -> Detention Area
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Death Watch & First Order, [member="Atin Vendet"]
Gear: In first post

"Remain where you are. The bodies and armor will be returned once intelligence has been gleaned. You have engaged my comrades. Such an action is treasonous. ", he states through a filtered voice. "You are my enemy. A cease fire is not possible. Defend yourself or withdraw from this area!", he commands through comms.

He couldn't say he didn't try to at least come to terms with the man. His enemy had the high ground and he had the bad low ground. He sure as hell wasn't gona remain here like a sitting duck and he wasn't going back. There was only one choice left, through.

He recited the warriors oath and prepared himself mentally and physically for the fight. Bending at the knees, and turning off his mag locks. He kicked down hard and launched himself into the air. As he sprung upwards he fired a couple burst shots, but his main attraction was a MM9 "dumb" rocket that he fired directly apon his enemy. As the rocket flew he activated his thrusters and made his heading straight for his enemy. At about 2 yards away he changed his thrust straight down.

 

[Davon Karr]

Location: Escape pods
Allies: Mandalorians
Objective: keep offspring in line, head to engineering

"The others all landed in the hangar."

"I know."

"And we're just lingering above the ventral engines."

"I know."

There was a pause. That last response had ridden on an undercurrent of annoyance. It didn't take long for the curious great grandson to return to his line of questioning.

"So why are we..."

"Why do we replace the escape pods on a vessel?" Davon asked.

"Fired escape pods can compromise hull integrity and...oh..."

"Now be a good lad and go and prep the docking ring. We'll latch onto the jettisoned chute in the second row and break in."

Davon carefully manoeuvred the small ship into place and then handed over control to the ship's computer to match the freighter's precise spin and velocity. Stomping back towards the hatch, he slid his helmet into place and double checked the seals. The atmosphere had already evacuates the freighter, so it would do no harm to breach the remaining door from behind the jettisoned pods.

 

[Zef Halo]

**THIS IS A DEATH WATCH NPC STORYTELLER POST**​

[[Life Support is NOT functional.]]​

[[Sound is non-existent in vacuum.]]​

[[Artificial Gravity IS functional.]]​

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Location: Detention Area; Final cell
Allies: First Order; Death Watch
Enemies: [member="Marcus Lok"]
Gear: Light Beskar Armor w/o helmet; Durasteel Mace; Biologically augmented agility and senses.
Theme: Kyrie


Yes.

No.

Yes.

No.

Yes...Death.

The light of the flashlight finally reached the final cell where an armored Mandillian Giant sat in the corner tearing finger after finger the hands of a dead Mandalorian. He had been picking the fingers off like petals of a flower deciding on the fate of the Mandalorian with the flashlight that was inspecting the cells.

The Mandalorian was to die.

Turning swiftly, the Mandalorian could now see the Mandillian giant's face. Half-deformed, half-not. Tubes of an unknown material had been inserted deep into his skin in a few holes on his armor. The Giant was able to live in space due to the experiments he had undergone. Failed, of course, on the aspect of sanity. Hence, he was trapped in this detention area.

Saliva dropped from his mouth and with a roar that was unheard due to the vacuum, the insane Giant lunged forward towards the much smaller Mandalorian in an aggressive slash with his large durasteel mace aimed at the man's chest. If he did not hit, the slash would end into the wall of the cell and fracture it, almost shattering it.

[[Life Support is NOT functional.]]​

[[Sound is non-existent in vacuum.]]​

[[Artificial Gravity IS functional.]]​

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Location: Corridors #3
Allies: First Order; Death Watch
Enemies: [member="Ezra Denko"]
Gear: Light Beskar Armor; Generic Flight Suit; Heavy Blaster Rifles; Wrist Portable Shield and Lasers; Advanced HUD Systems; Beskads; Variety of grenades.
Theme: Strength of a Thousand Men


The First Order were weaklings.

That was what Drez Gedyc always knew. And weaklings had to be cleansed. There were no allies, just a temporary interest. A temporary trump card that had already been used. Sure, Preliat would not agree but since when Drez gave a poodoo for what Preliat thought. In his view, he was the one to don the armor of Mand'alor. The armor that had not ben worn for quite a long time now. It was Drez's time to rise.

These snowmen and their child of a leader would be his first steps to glory.

The moment the First Order squad would turn the corner they would fall into a trap where a rain of fire would hail them and send them to the depths of hell. Or wherever the dead went after. Drez had ordered a few of his men to lure them into their trap. As expected, the First Order had went in naive and now they were to meet their doom. His men were ruthless, the most ruthless among the Death Watch, according to Drez. They knew to fire without the explicit order of doing so.

Kyr'am...