Act III: Insurrection

[Tefka]

GALACTIC EVENT​

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MASKS OF MADNESS​

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Overview​

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Thunder rumbles in the distance. Lightning splits open the sky. Dark clouds gather above.​

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Screams pierce the night.​

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And you're entirely confused as to how you got here.​

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Being an experience traveler, you recognized the architecture of nearby buildings as that of Mandalorian handiwork - you're in Mando'a space, for sure. Given how many buildings scrape the sky, you're guessing this is Mandalore - capital planet of the finest warriors to grace this galaxy. But the city seems eerily empty - a ghost town. Dead to the untrained eye. There is no light that pierces the sky, no joy that echoes beyond the routine blast of thunder. You are alone, and this city offers you no reprieve.​

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Thoughts race through your mind as to how you came here, and what you were doing prior.​

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Nothing.​

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You instantly flinch as blaster fire erupts in the open streets and you find yourself running to an alleyway.​

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Running.​

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Run.​

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What happened?​

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Where are you?​

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When are you?​

 

[Kila Cadau]

Feth.
Feth.
Feth.

The Mandalorian woman raced for cover, drawing her blaster pistol on pure instinct. This was Mandalorian space - Mandalore itself - and nobody was here. What in the Nine Corellian Hells was going on here? And more importantly, where was everybody? Instantly, she thought of Ordo, Kad, Gilamar, Verz...all friends. What had happened to them, and where in Manda's name were they?

 

[Antera]

Rebel - Somewhere in the streets of Mandalore

Antera pushed herself upright, one hand moving to her forehead as she got to her feet. Something felt wrong, so very, very wrong. A glance around only confirmed her suspicions. Somehow, she found herself not only on the opposite end of the galaxy, but in utterly hostile surroundings.

Think. Think. Where are you? What were you just doing?

Mandalorian architecture, she could tell that much. Anything else was beyond her for the moment.

Reflexively she suppressed her presence in the Force, darting towards a nearby alley to get off of the main street and find some clue of what in the hell was going on. The weight of her blasters on her hip and vibroblade on her back provided limited comfort, but not much.

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Kila Cadau"]
What the feth? Noah thought to himself as he looked down the scope of a Hekler'Kok AMR-1 Anti Materiel Rifle. He had just fallen asleep in his new apartment of Fondor,but a few minutes ago,he had awoken to the smell of blaster bolts and slugs to find himself on Mandalore,which was strangely quite,he had heard the very distinct sound of blasters and went to investigate. Upon investigating,he found a team of soldiers,all dead,but that's not what caught Noah's attention. It was the fact that they were all wearing different uniforms,some Fringe,some Omegan,some Confederacy,some Mando and some Republic,but to Noah that wasn't the strange part,the strange part was that if he was correct,it seemed that they hadn't been fighting each other,but it seemed as though they had been fighting all the dead bodies that were now in the middle of the street. But Noah forgot this when he saw a Mando woman running through the street. And that's where Noah was now,looking through the scope of a high caliber weapon,picking off the people that were trying to kill the Mando.

 

[Marek S'hadar]

KURSED, RANDOM BUILDING
His eyes were blank, yellowed and predatory, but void of a person, it was just a shell. This wasn't Marek, or Darth Iram, this simply was. Reaching for his mask, the shell of Marek S'hadar donned the helmet that he'd worn in the dark and feared in the light, the mask of a Sith Stalker was now all that set him apart from the other Kursed. His saber rested in his hands as he sat upright staring at a wall, waiting for the orders of his master.

Sometimes, he tried to remember the before, why he wore the mask and so on, but it was so long ago, and his memory was clouded. Maybe it was age...but he was only 40. He was 40 right? He wasn't sure, he'd written it down at some point. Not that it mattered, all that mattered were his orders, crush his master's foes, petty resistors. They would all fall, he'd make sure of it with a saber through their hearts. But that could all wait until he was ordered to change it.

 

[Kila Cadau]

Allyway: Rebel

Kila twisted as blasterfire started streaming towards her and fired back. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed an OP soldier firing - at her? No, at the people firing at her - and ticked him off the immediate threat list for the moment, concentrating on pouring a constant barrage of blaster bolts into the attackers. She hoped they weren't Mandalorians...that could make things extremely awkward to explain. Especially if they happened to be fighting some galaxywide evil. That would make it even more awkward to explain. And the only reason this came up was because at this point, nothing would surprise her.

@[member="Noah Corek"]

 

[Sarge Potteiger]

Please place a location at the top of your post, as well as either "Rebel" or "Kursed" just so that everyone knows what's going on.

 

[Vulpesen]

ALLEY WAY: REBEL

"Stars! What the hell is going on?" Vulpesen ran from more gun fire, leaping off the wall of an alley with practiced agility. With a flip, he landed on his feet and continued his mad dash. Taking a battered saber from his jacket, Vulpesen batted back some of the fire and continued on his way. Ace's head popped out of his coat and though he sported several scars on his dark coat, he seemed to be no worse for wear. Vulpesen ran for a bit longer before a thought popped into his head.

He didn't know what was happening but he could move on instinct. His other hand reached into the coat and produced a comlink. Tapping into an ancient com channel, Vulpesen caught several frantic words from a rodian voice. "Valde, what the hell is going on out there? Get to the safe house, NOW!" Valde? He hadn't been called that since... Another shot slammed into a wall next to his head. ok, we'll leave the flashbacks for later. Continuing on his run, Vulpesen avoided the men that were trying to kill him. He needed to find this safe house, wherever it was.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

REBEL GROUP
MANDALORE
@[member="Kila Cadau"] @[member="Noah Corek"]


There was a return of blaster fire, accurate, and deadly. Preliat leaned from around the corner, motioning over Kila and the OP soldier whom he had no idea of. He leaned over quickly, propping his M45 against his shoulder. The weapon went off in his hands like an angry dragon, spewing bolts back at the mysterious attackers. He had only awoken a bit earlier, but it was a scary sight. The Dark Harvest didn't even frighten him as much as their current situation, his people's home, Mandalore, under attack. Preliat motioned over the two, laying down a healthy barrage of suppressing fire to the direction of the other bolts. Figures dropped, but Preliat couldn't make them out at this range of who, or even what they were.

His voice was as scary as his Crimson armor and the tally marks littered on his right bicep guard."ON ME, VOD!"And by that, he meant

get the feth over here or I'll shoot you myself.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Group 2: The Rebellion​

Instincts kicked in almost instantly as he felt the hard ground under his feet, and the sounds of blaster fire around him. He didn't think, he just did what years of training told him to do. Throwing his awareness out with the Force in an attempt to gain some kind of infomration on where the enemy was, and what was going on he didn't stop his feet for even the briefest of moments. The second was to activate his helmet's comms system, and turn on the holomap inside of his armor, both came up as an error though, he didn't have access to the holonet, bad time for a bug.

His eye caught a chunk of debris quite possibly from a military vehicle by the look of it, and with a quick dive he rolled behind it twisting around to view the battle down his iron sights, though with his helmet's assist it really barely counted as such. Even so he kept his eyes glued through the sparse forest and debris as he looked for enemies. He had a vague feeling of the necessity, but he wasn't sure why it was so necessary.

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Kila Cadau"]
REBEL-SECOND STORY OF A HOUSE
Noah put his sights on the sights of another firing at the Mando,and blew the persons brains out,their head exploding due to the 12.7mm rifle cartridge. He looked and saw it was clear,he used the butt of the rifle to knock out some boards that were blocking the window,he slung the sniper over his back and then picked up a dropped Hekler'Kok ACR Mark I and jumped down and began to jog towards the Mando.

 

[Antera]

Rebel - Alleyways

Antera ran quickly, one hand moving to her waist to draw a blaster as she heard gunfire growing closer to her location. Her mind continued to race along with her feet, desperately attempting to make sense of this situation.

The Carcosa. I was on the Carcosa. Nearly to Annaj. How did I get here? Where -is- here?

Screaming and blaster fire from behind her shook her back to the present, and she only narrowly ducked her head below the oncoming fire. She lifted her arm and fired back with only the briefest of glances, squeezing off a pair of shots and trusting that the Force would guide her aim. She rounded a corner, not waiting to see what sort of impact, if any, her weapon had had on the pursuer.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Rebel, in the streets of Mandalore somewhere

Siobhan would dispute the assessment that the Mandalorians were the finest warriors to ever grace the Galaxy. That said she had quite a high opinion of Mia Monroe, Mandalore the Liberator, so much that she had arbitrarily decided that she would be her perfect Chaos Champion. She had yet to inform Mia about her being thus anointed!

She got up from the hard ground with a groan as she gazed upon the city before her. Siobhan had never been to Mandalore, but she believed that the buildings were of Mandalorian design, but the city was lifeless, there was no light shining down upon it, no sound except the distant thunder of blaster fire and explosions...like a ghost city. For a moment she felt herself reminded of Gehenna for some reason, the hell hole of a Bando Gora homeworld that she had purged with fire and sword. She felt a distinctive sense of wrongness as she beheld her surroundings, quickly checking herself for weapons.

Somehow she had been thrust across the other end of the Galaxy, to find a Mandalore very different from what she knew. Bolters still there, lightsabre. Perhaps she had been fortunate that the last thing she did was finish exterminating a band of Dark Eldorai, traitors who had not gotten the message that their rebellion was finished and Anya reigned as Queen now. Her battle armour was still battered and dented from the fight, blood matted her long brown hair. With a mental command she activated the comm system of her helmet and a holomap, but both yielded no result, though she stretched out with the Force, trying to get a reading on her surroundings.

More screaming and blaster fire, the ground shaking under explosions. Seeing a burnt-out vehicle before her she quickly headed that way, moving towards an alley. Her gaze was cold, her senses alert as, shaking off what anxiety and nervousness she was feeling, she sunk into the mind set of the Butcher. Out there was fighting, potential hostiles were people she could question and interrogate about what the hell was going on. Hostiles meant people she could kill. Therein lay an absolute certainty and so she felt fine.

 

[Kira Talith]

ALLEY WAY : REBEL .. YELL!

Consciousness came in shades of... Is that blaster fire? Groggy, Kira slowly awoke to the chaotic mad house around her. Her wits seemed to be lost to her, and the past twenty-four hours as well.

"Ow!" came her small cry of pain, as she made the attempt to move her arm. Shards of pain shot down from her shoulder down her arm, making her grimace. Slowly, her lashes fluttered open, her vision blurry, and... is my bum wet?

Apparently, she'd been sitting in a questionable pool of liquid. She could only hope it was just water. The smell on the other hand, considering it WAS an alley... at least I think it is an alley, made her believe otherwise.

A volley of blaster fire cut the din, and she immediately tucked in her legs against her chest - screw the pool under her - to protect herself. A hand went instantly to her hip, but her lightsaber was gone.

Oh astral! This was not good..

 

[Lina Djo]

Rebel
Home, she was home. That's where she was. But home wasn't home when it was empty. "Hello?!" she shouted, instantly regretting the decision to do so. If something wasnt right why draw attention to yourself. Then it came, the sound of blaster fire. Hands moved for her own blasters, her HUD was giving her nothing to fire at though, and she couldn't take on an enemy alone without information.

She ran, ducking into the nearest alleyway. "Wayii!" she muttered. Where the hell was everyone? That was the first question. She moved quickly, pausing at every corner, and peering round in search of someone that should be here.

 

[Drake Blackwood]

Some alley - Rebel
Drake dove for cover. Behind a wall, that had to be pretty safe. He hastily fumbled with his lightsaber, pulling it into his hand. Shots fired into the wall across from him, in an alley. Drake looked to his left, he couldn't see where the alley ended, but it had to end somewhere.

He ran down it.

He heard blaster fire, but it flew over his shoulder. He kept running into the alley, not knowing who, or what, he'd come across.

 

[Basaba Willamina]

REBEL GROUP
MANDALORE
@[member="Preliat Mantis"]

Basaba moved whatever was happening now she didn't have time while her weapons and the ship were needed. More so the weapons just to stock up as the shoulder cannons swiveled with her head all around until she head someone shoot and the field marshall lept over a small barricade seeing Preliat. "Vod Mantis." Her claws retracted for a moment and the rail rifle went down. "What the frak happened?"

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Rebels

Thunder crashed over the dark sky, echoing through the empty streets. The air was tense, and screams could be heard throughout the city. He didn't know when he was. The air was heavier, thick with condensation with the distinct taste of iron.

Bloody Mist.

It felt good to be in his armor again, though he had no idea how he got here, or how he obtained his armor. Moving his feet in the dirt of the streets he sighed. All he knew was that he was home. He could feel it in his bones, in the way the dirt moved under his feet. Blaster fire erupted nearby. He knew he had to fight. Something deep in his gut told him so, that his home was under attack, his people needed him. Even if this may have been a different time, he knew that being Mandalorian was forever. He was a guest here, but he would fight like it was his own home under attack. It was after all.

Running towards the combat a battle song of his people rang in his head. Tonight, his enemies' blood would soak the city streets.

 

[Verz Horak]

Rebel!

Verz walked through the ghost town of Keldabe, wondering how his home, once his responsibility, had been turned into a ghost town. He, for one of the first times in his life, was scared. What happened? Why had this all happened? He felt like breaking into tears, but he fought the feeling as he walked down the empty street, dust clinging to his cracked and worn armor. He had to find @[member="Ordo"] and @[member="Arla Balor"]. He just had to.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Some alley, Rebel

Siobhan had just passed a corner, amplifying the pace of her approach as the blaster fire resounded ever loudly, though her HUD had provided her with no one to shoot at, though through the Force she could pick up on several presence in the distance, when she passed her corner.

Instinctively as she heard noise and felt a powerful Force Signature her boltgun went up, only to lower it as she beheld @[member="Mia Monroe"]. "Monroe, did you Mandos redecorate the last couple weeks? Never been to Mandalore, but I'm sure it looked a hell of a lot livelier," she said sarcastically, relaxing somewhat, though as another detonation was heard echoing across the alley her eyes and posture remained alert, ready to strike should anyone come.