Private Another Adventure

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music IC

From wave and techno and electronica, to hip hop and hoppin’ hips, to Mandalorian folk metal blasting in the cockpit. Drunken Mandalorian given this galactic establishment’s equivalent of aspirin, bottle of Vod-Ka on the console, and whether the hair of the dog is a beverage with a better definition of a placebo effect, whatever, it did the trick given what was mixed within it.

There she was, Casany of Clan Praxor, sore eyes that morning from previous night’s merrymaking between nightclub of Anotha Cantina and the lovemaking in her ship. But now she was a sight for sore eyes. She got washed, got dressed, got armed and armored, helmet resting beside…trinket?

Guess he left it. The object was not obscene by any means. It was a necklace. She slipped it into her pocket. A memento for us both… Not that she needed it from the Zabrak man but it seemed fitting. Coordinates fit into her navigation system as provided by her partner, another Mandalorian woman, the Lepi she had met the previous evening.

“Su’cuy, Adi’ka Awaud.” Cas commed over. They had shared more than Vod-Ka, more than stories, more than music and dancing. Sisters of battle, they shared a spirit that most wouldn’t understand even though they had only just met. Most weren’t Mandalorian. “Line is high and I’m in the pipe. Five by five.”

Evidently Adi was the first to be in berth at the coordinates in orbit. This was no wharf of course. Space offered a freedom like the ocean did, a vast expanse, as their ships would be positioned to warp forth toward their destination. Aligning her Firespray named Hammer alongside her companion’s ship, the Parsniper Mork, Casany waved at her partner whether she could be seen or not from the viewport. “Hi.”

Adi'ka Awaud

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

The sturdy Krayt gunboat "Parsniper Mork" waited patiently till clear off and lifted off with droning repulsor engines before lighting up the powerful thrusters high in the stratosphere.

In the cockpit, the Lepi pilot was suffering from a hangover and a sore body, but was instantly sober, as the blue of Corellia's atmosphere made way to the brilliance of space.
Her fast beating heart beat even faster at this sight. It never ever got old. The endless void and the uncountable stars fascinated Adi'ka every time like the first time.

"K'oyacyi, Casany Praxor!", she answered the hail, as she arrived at the coordinates. Adi'ka positioned her intimidating craft beside the likewise formidable and feared Firespray.

She looked even tinier in the foward positioned cockpit of the armoured bulk as she waved back. She put on the helmet and smartlinked to her ship.
"Reactor online. Hyperdrive online, Navcom online. Diverting power from weapon systems to thrusters. All systems nominal"

After double-checking with the computer, the Lepi sent the coordinates for the jump and the synchronization for a linked flight.
"The destination is in the Meerian sector", she explained. "Between the Vanquo and the Thomquizzar systems. Ord Lethe. No idea if some connection to the Lethe Merchandising corporation existed. Now it is a forsaken rock with no traffic or communication. Should be a fast trip. No more than three days. The hyperroutes are well charted and most of the route is along the Hydian way."

As all was said and done, she hit the buttons and the powerful engines roared, as the two gunships worth the best squadrons of the military began to move in the void.
Twinkling stars changed to silvery stripes and made way to the blueish gray clouds of the hyperspace.

Parsniper Mork and Hammer were on their way.
Casany Praxor

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music IC (Recurring)

Casany began typing away at her console as her companion relayed their destination. Ord Lethe was a planet with limited to inexistent information in the database. Didn’t matter anyway. Vanquo and Thomquizzar systems were listed next to Meerian. Some other more familiar locations in the area like Bandomeer. But that also didn’t really matter.

Adventure was the nature of this little get-together. And treasure. Bes'uliik. Beskar. Big bounties, baby. Sometimes a bounty hunter hunted bounties like these that were a little less living. Coordinates locked in. Three days away. Not a quick trip. Not a bad thing. Two companions to keep each other company between their ships. Talk shop. Also conversations on last night’s celebrations.

“Beskar. Bes’uliik. Brii’briik ceryc. Ori’gehaat’ik gehat’ik. Tom’yc aliik. Karbakar!”
[Loosely: "Iron. Iron beast. Grid locked in. Epic story. Allied sigils. Hyperdrive!"]

At that, Cas cracked her knuckles and punched it with a chuckle. Adrenaline was already rushing in her veins. Or maybe that’s just the vod’ee I’m feeling. Coff’ka? Something. Her body would calm down quickly enough but her spirit wouldn't. The memory of the previous evening seemed to be a good moment to open that topic up to be honest.

“So,” she began as hands dance across the cockpit, calibrating this and recalibrating that. Hers was a formidable kriffing ship. Firespray was badass enough, however there was a reason hers was called Hammer. If they encounter pirates who decide on violence then they die with it. “How’d you like the club? You have fun?” She knew Adi did but asking was half the fun of it. “And your buddy? Get any sleep?” Cas sure as chit barely did.

Adi'ka Awaud

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

"Oya, no sleep and only fun. The club was nice too. Could really use a non-gravity dance floor, but still very good. But a club is just as good as the patrons anyway...."

The alien Mandalorian was a good conversationalist the next hours and days. Not too talkative. And a very good listener. Maybe because of the long ears.
One woman could rest, when the other did her watch and vice versa. Perhaps the wise decision of the Lepi to flight in tandem. Even the most secure Hyperlanes could have emergencies. Drop-outs, uncharted asteroids, cosmic anomalies. To fall asleep could be the transition to eternal slumber, when you drive alone.

The Mando-bunny was sometimes singing, especially, when she was cooking in her board kitchen. Lepi were called carnivorous, but the recipes she shared over radio were omnivorous and harmonic meals. Another failure of the Republic bureau of Alien Affairs, it seems.

Adi'ka listened carefully to the expert, when amour was the topic. Sometimes the binary chirping of droids could be heard.
"Never mind EG-G1 and BN-N1. They are only curious and want to play with another tinkerer."

The journey were not so boring, as to be aspected.
And the arrival was even more exciting.

As the Hammer and the Parsniper Mork got back to real space in the Lethe system the scanner shrilled, and red alert signs flashed.

"Contact! Boogies at nine! Right at the Lagrange of the planet. Four blips. One mommy and three puppys. Real fast, the small ones. Two snubfighter. R-41 variant I guess. And a bomber. Mom is a corvette. Their weapons are hot, and they are at interception. 40 klicks and closing fast. Missile lock. Trying to break it, but readying countermeasures just in case. Breaking formation to the right."

Casany Praxor

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music IC

Adi proved to be not too terribly talkative. To be honest, neither was Casany. The pair of Mandalorians flew in a bit of quiet solace. Silence ensued, interrupted by pockets of conversation. Three days, a relatively short trip in retrospect and in comparison to some longer voyages, would soon fade away like music did.

The Lepi sang. The Human sang with her. Their voices went hand in hand. Recipes exchanged. “I like to sink my teeth into meat, don’t get me wrong, but one of the best breakfasts I’ve had is cascallion, Polynean spinach and peppered black bread.” She explained cascallion away as a kind of cross between carrot and scallion. “Oh. And egg. Can’t ever forget the egg.”

From song to talk of food and droids too. “I won’t mind if you don’t mind mine.” She introduced Rawl over the comm, her BD unit. Only he could be pretty rude and crude when he wanted to be, which was often. As was proven when he chimed over something crass to Adi’s droids. “You take that back, dumbass.” He did at Captain Cas’ command.

Contact.

Boogies at nine.

Fine. Time to kick ass.

“I see ‘em!” Pirates. Four targets. Mommy. Three puppies. “Meat for the grinder, is it?” Bring on the slaughter. No attempts to communicate from them. We’ll see if that changes. Casany shifted her ship away from her companion’s. Those two smaller vessels would be dust soon enough and wouldn’t go solo for either ship unless supported by their mothership.

The corvette, on the other hand, would prove to be a different story, but no less epic of an engagement. “Shake it.” Adi went right. Casany went left. “Waving hello over the bow.” A warning shot followed toward the corvette at the furthest point within the grid.

Granted, Cas already knew that these tangos wanted to tango. Hammer’s blaster bolt missed the corvette as intended. “That got her attention.” The Mandalorian grinned. The corvette turned toward her. “Think this queen wants me. Looks like you excited snubby too.” Pirates could be vicious. Pirates could be idiots. Pirates could be vicious idiots.

“Okay, baby. Come and get me.” Casany took her Firespray this way, flipped it that way, aligned her twin rotating cannons toward her target, and the dance began as soon as the corvette blasted back. Only those were no warning shots coming at the Hammer. Neither were hers in turn.

However, a Mandalorian knew combat as much as when outmatched. She also knew that these attackers might not even by pirates to begin with, but maybe raiders of another kind, like those rivals Adi had mentioned. Competition for the artifacts. So, perhaps, the best strategy wasn't to try to eliminate the enemy but get down to that planet in one piece?

Adi'ka Awaud

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

As the mighty Firespray sprayed fire at the corvette and let its shield flare on the impact, Adi'ka's Krayt played the chicken game with the attacking starfighters to disrupt their attack pattern. The lightning reflexes of the Lepi let the bulky looking miniature dreadnought roll between the hail of red laser shots. As the enemy formation broke to avoid collision the rotating ion cannons hailed white blue streaks of light on the hulls of the ships. At the same time the heavy twin lascannons opened fire at the corvette. The screen of point defence gone, the big carrier lost her shields under the bombardment of the two gunships. The Ion cannons of the Krayt tagerted important systems of the capitalship and the Firespray could hammer down on the engines.
A few seconds later the corvette was energy dead in space and the starfighters too were drifting helplessly.

"Oya, the dikuuts will need hours to repair that! No need to kill them. Let us go down on the planet, grab as much loot as we can, and then be back in hyperspace before they are battle ready again.
We should be careful down on the ground. Perhaps they have launched an away team."
Casany Praxor

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music IC

Much to Casany’s excitement and expectation, her companion, her vod, had no intention of getting lost. These di’kut pirates wanted to fight? Wanted to play? They were going to get no less. Both Adi’ka and Casany would have it no other way. Lasers exchanged between Cas' attack craft and the corvette. The former was armed and armored for its purpose yet the same could be said of the latter.
However, the smaller two fighters and the bomber were outmatched by Adi and outclassed by her gunship. With the corvette distracted, it couldn’t help her children. With the children’s attention diverted, they couldn’t help their mother.

Take this, mother kriffer.

“OYAAAAA!!”

Casany relied on her mobility, sweeping away from the fire, trailing a blaze across enemy armor, keeping out of range. No need for the Firespray to engage her torpedoes or missiles. Still, she had an ion cannon of her own, and cannons as the Hammer hammered on the corvette’s engines.

“Ret'urcye mhi bal ori'vor'e!”

Tempted as the Praxor was to close the door, to place her opponent between her Hammer and her Anvil, she didn’t. She would respect her companion’s wishes. Furthermore, there might be reinforcements arriving any minute, and perhaps this was not the time to start a war.

“Bounty hunters away, baby.” On their way to the planet, Cas gave Adi a thumbs-up from her cockpit. “Treasure hunters this day. If there’s an away team waiting for us and wanting to kill us, well, they’re gonna get more than a stun gun. Sorry.”

An ion cannon was enough. When it came to continued conflict, Casany didn’t play. There would be blood.

Down from outer space, clouds break, mountains in Cas’ gaze. “Found ‘em.” Sure enough, their competitors had launched an away team. That explained the defenses above. Beneath, a few ships were at the base of a mountain, but it was too far to see any Bes’uliiks in their midst.

“If they haven’t seen us yet they’ll have heard of our descent. Mesa over there. Good cover. Good vantage. What do you reckon? Quick decision."

Adi'ka Awaud

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

After the shields stopped burning as the gunships went in a steep curve into the atmosphere of the planet, the vista of a desolate world filled the cockpit windows. Ragged mountains and dark oceans. Disturbingly, without any signs of plant life. Only ruins of silent cities of old stood in the howling winds coming down from the mountains. All was gray and foreboding.
The shuttle on the Mesa was the only spot of colour in the near perimeters. No actives scans, not anti-aircraft fire, no shields. Still and reactionless the shuttle stand amid the ruins.

Adi'ka whispered in the com: "I have a bad feeling about this. Tatooine and Hoth are teeming jungle worlds in comparison. I have never seen a planet more dead than this. HAZMAT attack of old? Better let us seal our armours and use our airlocks with sterilization protocols.
I may be a bunny species, but I am not a coward. Still, biological warfare give me the chills. To die by an unseen tiny virus would be not my preferred way to go."

She cheered up a bit. "On the bright side: There ARE bescar-alloys on the scan. We have a Sabbac hand with swords and fool! Let us touch down alongside the shuttle. When there are guards, we could handle them."

There was a slight pressure on the minds of the two Mandalorians. An uneasiness and Casany understood what the Lepi meant with her bead feeling.

Casany Praxor

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Mesa it was. On the way, Casany had plenty of time to gaze at the vicinity. There wasn’t much scenery. In a way, it was like Mandalore after the bombardments, during the Purge, only there was some irony on this planet. Here, it was the Mandalorians and their dromons of war who had battered the Republic defenders. What was left was what reflected two Mandalorians’ descent.

“Death by disease, virus, sickness, none of that chit is a warrior’s death,” she agreed. “And you don’t need to tell me twice by any means. Dancing. Fighting. If you’re a chicken then I’m a bantha!” She wasn’t sure what that comparison meant but still said it so what the heck.

That said, Cas had to spend more attention on the ships already present. The ones she had spotted were nearer to the base of the mesa, at one of its flanks, likely with the ships’ occupants scattered within it and amid the ruins. Though, with their companions above the planet, they would know that competition was on the way.

“Oya” was all Cas said regarding the scans of beskar as much as the guards. For starters, the shuttle would be no match and then the Mandalorians would have vantage for the others at the mesa’s flank.

Bad feelings aside, one plus was that everyone would be dealing with the same elements. Except few knew how to march in armor as well as the daughters of Mandalore.
So, setting her Hammer down on the mesa, Casany quickly adjusted her ‘gam as appropriate and opened the door, blaster rifle pointing forth. It was time to strike with a whole different kind of hammer.

Adi'ka Awaud

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

No guards at the shuttle. Only scattered blasters. Some were recently fired. Their muzzles still warm. Strange!
Adi'ka met her vod with a short jump of her rocket boots. The Lepi holds a sleek sniper rifle and covered Casany's advance amid the ruins.

She pointed at the hulk of a Basilisk in the ruins of a nearby building. The war droid had still the armour of its rider strapped to it. The remains of a neocrusader's 'gam of old. Dust and brittle bones covered the area around the ancient war machine. As if hundreds has died around it by its weapons.
The rider's armour was torn. ... Torn from the inside.
Some of the bones has withstood the thousands of years exposure to the elements because of calcination by the flamethrowers of the Basilisk.
Humanoid, but with wicked claws and teeth. Cancerous bone growth over distorted skeletons resembling something that was once a human.

"Sith spawn!", the small Mandalorian cursed. She did not know how close she came to the truth.

But Casany as armourer and keeper of the Way knew the songs of old and the name of the virus abomination born of vile sith sorcery:
RAKGHOULS

Casany Praxor

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Into the ruins. To the Basilisk. Neocrusader’s helmet. Ancient. Forgotten by the galaxy. But not by Casany. Not with creed. They and theirs were ever remembered in song and story. In spirit. Mando'ad draar digu.
It didn’t matter the cause of the past. What mattered at this moment was that this skeleton, this beskar’gam, once belonged to a warrior. Though their opponent was evidently no Republic soldier. Sith spawn. Those were two words in the same sentence that generally led to some pretty bad business.

What was the history? It included the Mandalorian conquest of Taris. A Neo-Crusader scientist claimed the talisman of a Sith Lord. That led to the infection of Mandalorians. To the plague. To their mutation into…rakghouls. Millions. Millions of Mandalorians. What a waste. What an utter waste of the warrior…

There was more to the story of course, enough history within Casany’s memory, datapad and vambrace, but neither woman could waste time at the moment. Whatever their opponent, whatever this new devilry, they had to move forward. They had to discover.

“I don’t usually say this to a capable companion,” she admitted beneath her helmet. “But tread carefully. Talisman aside, I’ll take the telltale signs that we might be up against rakghouls of low intelligence—or those who can wield weapons.”

She checked her own blaster just to be sure. “These things—” Her sentence was interrupted. Speech cut short. They heard something. A scream. An echo of one. Coming from deeper in the ruins. It was no animalistic shriek. No, it was the sound of someone writhing in agony.

Adi'ka Awaud

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

The Lepi seemed puzzled. "What the kriff are Raghouls?", she wanted to know. "Eeeep!", she squeaked and actually jumped at the jump scare of the eerie scream in the distance. "What was that?"

Another scream and another one. Adi'ka circled and searched for targets. "Contact!", the Lepi scrammed, as a distorted creature came running toward the two Mandalorians.
Rags of a spacesuit, freshly torn. One of the scavengers from the shuttle. No stage one of the normal infection. Instant mutation to a full fledged Raghoul.
"Holy Hutches, what is that?!" The voice of the Lepi was shrill on the com, but her reflexes let her raise, aim and shoot her rifle in a smooth, professionell quick move. A high-powered red glowing blast punched a hole in the belly of the unholy beast. Such impact and wound should have killed a Bantha, but not the regenerating monster born of the most unholy Sith alchemies. It staggered, but charged nonetheless.

"Tough, aren't you?", Adi'ka snarled and fired a rapid salvo into the attacking creature. Like a real pro, she aimed at knees and hips first to slow the charge and put the following shots into more lethal parts of the anatomy, as the Rakghoul slammed prone into the dust.

At the same time, more infected raced howling to the position of the Mandalorians. A grisly fate had befallen the unlucky crew of the shuttle.
A fate they wanted to share with the women - or at least feast on their flesh.

Casany Praxor

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

"Shit!" It was as Cas expected. A rakghoul. There in flesh and bone. Only this one had quickly mutated. Unfortunately Casany was only versed so much on stories. “That is a rakghoul.” Cas pulled the trigger of her blaster as both Mandalorian warriors blasted at their enemy.
Adi aimed for the belly as Casany aimed for the head. Yet its skin was thick, its mutated flesh and bone strengthened by its very own sickness. Vod dropped it. Not so tough anymore, was it? Chit. Just had to say somethin’. Reinforcements. “Here they come!”

Shuttle. Ships. Could be the whole crew of competitors that were infected. Scavengers. Raiders. Pirates, Mandalorians and rakghouls, oh my! “Time to die!” Courage was this woman’s medicine. Her blaster was her weapon but she had a whole complement of weapons. Such as the arsenal on her vambrace.

“Back up!” She encouraged Adi but it wasn’t a blind retreat. “They’re fast but they can’t fly!” Jetpack and rocket boots meant vantage in the sky and vantage meant advantage. The Mandalorian pursed her lips and whistled toward her targets in defiance. Whistling birds away from her vambrace. They flew into the charging rakghouls and exploded the first wave the next moment as she backed up back toward the mouth of the cave to escape.

Wait...was that movement Cas heard from behind her!?

Adi'ka Awaud

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

"Oya!", Adi'ka confirmed and ignited her rocket boots. She saw the backstabbing Rakghoul just in time and with lightning reflexes changed her course. The flying Mandalorian spun around and a smooth dancelike roundhouse kick boosted by her rockets hit the monster as it sprang toward Casany.
Some kind of martial arts of the Lepi capitalizing from the strong leg muscles of the species.

A loud, sickening crack of snapping vertebrae was heard, and the mutated creature was thrown back. Regenerating this fatal wound, the mutant rolled on the ground and stood up only seconds later. The head was at an impossible angle, but the thing did not care, snapping hungrily it's jaws.

"Keep moving, vod! I will cover your tail!", Adi'ka yelled as she fired shot after shot in the monsters.
Her insight as jumping species warned her about the equally strong legs of the Rakghouls. "Beware, the spawn could jump high too!"
The Mandalorians thrust high in the air out of the ruins, as indeed some of the mutants tried to jump them.

The mental pressure was getting worse, but the human Mandalorian was too headstrong to succumb to the telepathic virus. Adi'ka was too emotional and too young and undisciplined to be immune against it, but it was lucky rabbit foot day, it seemed. The furred lagomorph was too far removed from the genetic baseline of humans, who the virus was created to infect. She was immune by birth, so to speak.

But the mental strain was still powerful and with pain in the voice she fired screaming at the Rakghoul horde overrunning the position they were just seconds ago.
"Oya, worthy foes indeed, these Rakghouls! When we go for our ships, they will attack us there and overrun us. But I have a plan. One draw their attention and the other sneak to her ship and goes Deathstar on their asses with the ship cannons."

A red streak of hot plasma nearly missed her by inches. "HOLY HUTCHES! These things could use blasters?!"

Casany Praxor

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC (Recurring)

Rocket boots. Jetpack too. The former hit the ignition. The other Mandalorian hadn’t ignited hers yet though. She watched her companion that instant. Caught onto her movements. It was quite a sight to see despite the threat at the moment. The Lepi could move. Absolute BADASS! She could dance. Showed that too. Yet this was a different dance with her kicks enhanced by her rockets. If Cas attempted that it wouldn’t have yielded the same results. But she could move too.

“MOVING!” Casany announced loudly. Communication was key. They had to be on the same page especially now that they were getting surrounded. Her whistling birds had whispered but their ammunition wasn’t infinite. Still, she had other weapons on her vambraces to kill with. So, her enemies could jump high, but they couldn’t fly. Either way, what were they when it came to, not rocket boots, but a rocket’s boom? Here’s your pill!

“FIRING MISSILE!” Like medicine for the poison. Her wrist rocket’s explosion would rock the ruins as it erupted into another wave. That would buy the Mandalorians more time as Adi bursts upward. Only moments later, as one of the damned raks moved to attack her, Casany also exploded skyward with her jetpack while igniting her vambrace’s flamethrower.

“AAAAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!” Had to admit it. Cas was absolutely loving this. “OYAAAAAA!” A Mandalorian was born for violence! The carnage was getting intense in her head, however. “BURN BABY BURN!”

Now out in the open it would be easier to fight these things. Now Casany exploded toward the ships after her companion relayed the plan. Cas didn’t exactly know about Adi when it came to punching and gunning with cannons but she knew the Lepi could move with maybe more speed and agility than the Human.

“You dance with ‘em, Adi! Then I’ll make these bastards sing!” She just as much didn’t know about the Parsniper’s artillery as much as she knew of her Hammer’s and, vod and hotrod, her ship packed one kriffing punch.

A red streak of hot plasma nearly missed her by inches.

“CHIIIIIIIIIIIT!” Flying high, Casany rotated, zigzagged, because if someone was shooting at you with an arrow it was generally a good idea to not run in a straight line, right?
“WATCH IT YOU GOT ONE ON YOUR TAIL!” Cas twisted, flying backward as she unleashed hail from her rifle. “ASH’AMUR AND BRIIKASE GOTA’UUR!” Casany wished her enemy happily.

She would reach her ship in moments…only…as she neared it…high in the sky…she could see…another mother kriffing wave of mutated opponents jumping and climbing up the other side kind of like this! Just not as many, obviously, but maybe Casany is hallucinating, simply going crazy!? Maybe. Maybe not, vod.

Adi'ka Awaud

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

Trust. Trust in his comrades defines a Mandalorian. Adi'ka trusted her vod to make it to her ship. And she was proud Casany trusted her she could handle the deadly cat and mouse game with the Rakghouls.

There was something deep in the heart of every single Lepi. A primal urge that made the timid, cute ancestors of their species to something capable to climb to the peak of the deadly food chain of their world.
The merciless hunt by the killing machines triggered these instincts in the small Mandalorian. The anger of been dismissed as harmless and as prey made her dangerous.

The zigzagging course between the Rakghouls was infuriating close to the snapping maws and slashing claws of the creatures. Adi'ka drew the attention of most of the Rakghouls away from Casany,
And when a last wave tried to intercept her, the Lepi boosted to the climbing horde and taunted the living pyramid with an agonizing close hovering in front of the tip of this tower of flesh.
As a cloud of tiny fléchettes peppered the crowd of monsters, mostly harmless for these nearly undestructable mutants, their focus broke and with a bloodthirsty howling the cannibalistic monsters tried to bury the annoying buzzing Lepi who dared to taunt them.

They turned away from Casany and gave her the opening to reach her ship.

Triumphant and with a tiny quivering of fear, Adi'ka shouted in the com: "FIRE ON MY POSITION!"

The Lepi had told her the story how she barely survived an orbital bombardment. Requesting fire on her position must have been truly a heroic feat for the traumatized lagomorph. The build of a rabbit and the heart of a Wookie, it seemed.

As the engines of the Hammer roared Adi'ka grinned behind her helmet and powered her individual shields with all energy she could muster.
Yeah, you could use blasters but you have no shields to survive this, dirty monsters!

Casany Praxor

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

Trust. Trust in her comrades defines a Mandalorian. Casany trusted her vod to give these rak rat bastards absolute hell. And Adi didn’t kriffing disappoint! “HERE COMES THE NOISE!” Cas roared toward her enemy as she jetpacked forward blasting her blaster at an attacker. Nobody would stop her from reaching her quarry! Not with Adi’ka Awaud as her sister! So “Haha!” and “OYA!”

Finally their combined efforts paid off. Better together there was just no stopping these vods! As Adi distracted the wall of rakghouls growing taller by the second, Casany reached her ship without much interference. Oya come get your fléchette ya flesh-eating beasts! Worst comes to worst Cas can chop their heads off with her beskad! OYA.

Firespray sitting snugly ready to pump it cuz it’s just as hungry. Past the hatch, Cas quickly climbs into her cockpit, cracks her knuckles and squeezes the controls with gloved fingers covered in metal. She had the mettle and wouldn’t be given a medal for this but suddenly put the pedal to the metal.

“HERE COMES THE THUNDER! HAMMER AND ANVIL!” Cas cackled.

Her Hammer purred and whirred and twirled in a bit of a whirlwind as she sprung up from her position on the mesa. Things were gonna get plenty messy. Airborne, Hammer hammers toward the enemy. A smattering of lasers toward a scattering of opponents. Then her attention turns toward the swarm trying to storm up her mountain as Adi shouted.

Fire on her position!? But why!? What did she mean!? Oh! Right! Maybe Adi was infected and decided to go out in a blaze of glory! A sacrifice! ALL RIGHT. Casany would honor her vod’s request. Hers was the dying wish of a warrior. LIKE A TRUE MANDALORIAN. That’s what Cas was too to boot! Time to kick her boot and give these di’kut rakghouls the boot!

“THIS IS THE WAY!” Cas repositioned, whipped her wings into the wind, tractor beam tethering that shuttle like a boulder before it was thrown toward the horde for grins and giggles. And Cas sprayed her Firespray.

“TAL’GALAR UNTIL THEY’RE KILLED AND KYRAYC!” Here comes the pain! The Mandalorian unleashed the hell of her arsenal into the pyramid of rakghouls. Cannons. Missiles. Blasters. Lasers. Torpedoes. Now the rakghouls understand the meaning of ‘oh crap’. “Oya.”

Adi'ka Awaud

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

Adi'ka was an adrenaline addict as the Hammer filled the area with all the gunship got, her lightning reflexes saved the Lepi one time after the other. Behind her, the mad berserkers died in beautiful explosions as megatons of destruction annihilated them just as the zigzaging Mandalorian took the weapon aiming tag of the Hammer with her. An incredibly risky method, but really efficient if excuted proper.
"STOP!" she screamed into the comlink. "All enemies down! Cease fire!"
Only now Casany realized it was not suicide, but a crazy tactic of Adi'ka to kill off the Rakghouls.

When the weapons of the Firespray fell silent, the ruins were full of smoking fresh craters and old structures collapsed. Only blacked burnt corpses and torn pieces were left of the Rakghouls.

Adi'kas personal shield flickered, and her armour was criss-crossed with shrapnel marks.
Complete nuts the small Lepi was!

"Time to loot!", she said happily.

Casany Praxor

 

[Casany Praxor]

Spoiler: Music OOC

“ADIIIIII! BUDDYYYYY!” Casany blasted back, not with blaster, but into her comlink as her companion spoke to her, got her attention with the tag of the Hammer. “YOU BEAUTIFUL MANDALORIAN, YOU!”

Probably it would sound to Adi that Casany was suddenly drunk like back at that club but she wasn’t. She was just…well she didn’t know what she was…but it was somethin’. And it probably had something to do with these rakghouls that… Oh chit. We did it!

“WE DID IT!”

A few more -PEW!-PEW!’s- managed to wrap up any leftover stragglers and they were few. In fact, as the rakghouls began swiftly dwindling in number to be numberless and dead, well, something was happening in Casany’s head that she hoped made sense.

The Mandalorian landed her ship beside her Mandalorian companion. When Casany Praxor climbed out, garbed and armed and armored as before, she felt welcomed back to the very fabrics of reality if nothing more.

“Beskar and Bes’uliik, vod.” She crossed her fist over her heart amid her vod’s crisscrossed shrapnel marks. “You see a beskad and I call dibs.” Cas tapped the hilt of a beskad that was already sheathed at her back. “Been givin’ twins some thinkin’. Think crisscrossed swords would look good on Praxor?”

Adi'ka Awaud

 

[Adi'ka Awaud]

"Could not imagine, what would look better on Paxor", Adi'ka said, exhausted, but happy.

The rest of the planetary day, both Mandalorians searched in ruins after precious metals and old high-tech. Even old jewellery they excavated. They unlucky inhabitants of the old Republic colony had not the time to evacuate with their treasures, as the Neocrusaders invaded. And the Neocrusaders could not depart with their loot, because the Rakghoul plague hit them.

As the headache returned to Casany, both treasure hunter had looted a small fortune, even the precious Mandalorian iron, and filled their cargo holds with it.
The headache heralded the advancing of Rakghoul from other parts of the planet. May the force know how they could sense the only living prey on the planet.

"Time to go! I am not looking forward to fighting the bastards at night!"

And so the two gunships started and left the doomed world.

Adi'ka had a kind heart and radioed the damaged scavenger ships in orbit: "Your pals are dead, and you would be too, if you land there. Sickness, you know. Deadly too. Be smart, depart and live another day."

To Casany she said via the comlink. "I do not believe the monsters could fly spacecrafts, or they would have taken the shuttle."