Skirmish Assault On The Abyssal Maw | Sons of Mandalore vs TSE

[Zori Kapshan]

A B Y S S A L
M A W​

Location: The Abyssal Maw


"Whatever the cost, bring me that data."



The stole Sith Imperial shuttle exited hyperspace on the edges of the Research Facility, pulling up it's wings and beginning it's approach.



"As much as you can gather. I've provided you with the slicing materials and research as required."



The ship began pulsing it's emergency response codes.



"Don't forget - no witnesses. If they know what you're there for, it's over. This is for the war effort, from the highest levels."


The ship turned their lights off, approaching the landing pad.


"If you die, don't let them find your bodies.... Moff Kapshan out."


The hologram of the Moff's face faded.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Ra's green T-visor lit up in response as the hologram flickered and closed.

He looked back over at the Sith that had accompanied them on this incursion, and would get them access into the Facility, Darth Argentum .

"You know what to do."

And then clicked the cuffs closed on his wrists, and looked back at the others in the shuttle with them. Each had been given these "faux pas" prisoner bracelets. The shuttle began closing in on the weakly guarded Research station, with the black hole structured power station looming massively in the background.

There wasn't much to be said.

Honestly, these days, Ra was one of the last people they wanted to hear a speech from.

But each of them burned with a hatred for the Sith so bright.

Unbridled, relentless rage.

Unstoppable rage.

Vengeance was their's to take.

It started not with a massive war,

not with a swift, decisive blow.

But each day.

That anger grew brighter with every small victory.

Each day, they'd take back what was lost.

Each day, they'd take more from the Empire.

Each day, they marched closer.

The death of the Sith Empire.

Nothing else would satisfy.

"SONS OF MANDALORE,"

Ra growled.









"Assemble."



Vilaz Munin Ra Vizsla Beskadala Careena Fett Briika Munin Warchief Waddles Kestus Bralor Darth Argentum Tace Kurze Valdus Bral Trajan Fett​

 

[Darth Argentum]

The Muun sat in the pilot's chair, watching the hologram fade. This Moff didn't understand the mind of a Muun. He had absolutely no intentions of dying today. His main role was to allow those who might die in the front door.

It was very simple. Maro was a Sith and had access codes. That he'd not been within Sith-Imperial space for some time wouldn't matter. This was a station located far from anyone who'd recall his impromptu exit. He turned his head to regard the one who spoke behind him.

"You know what to do," came the stony voice of Ra Vizsla and he smiled ever-so-slightly in reply.

<Unidentified shuttlecraft, you are now approaching Sith-Imperial station Abyssal Maw. This is a highly restricted facility. State your identity and intentions immediately or you will be fired upon.>

Some things hadn't changed in his absence. Such as the ill-mannered louts within Legion security forces. The shuttle's sensors had already chimed to indicate the turbolaser batteries had locked on. He opened a comm channel in reply.

"Abyssal Maw, this is Maro Dansk escorting Mandalorian prisoners into custody. Transmitting access codes."

Long fingers punched in the old codes from memory. He vaguely wondered if he'd just signed their death certificates when he sent them.

<Access Codes received, shuttlecraft. Confirming your identity now. Hold position and stand by.>

"Standing by, Abyssal Maw," he said as he cut sub-light engines.

So now they were dead-in-the-water. A few moments seemed to stretch on forever. It was one thing to face a foe on your feet. But being here made him feel vulnerable and he detested that weakness.

<Lord Dansk, sir, your codes are older, but still clear necessary security requirements. Proceed to hangar bay two. You say you have prisoners. How many?>

He smiled as the curt tone changed into a more respectful one. Even the dumbest Legionary knew better than to anger a Sith. The number was provided and the station confirmed they would send guards.

The Muun turned to regard his Mandalorian allies, especially Ra.

"There you are, Commander. Now it's your turn."

He re-activated the engines and banked the craft towards the hangar....


@ Vilaz Munin Beskadala @ Beskadala @ Careena Fett @ Briika Munin @ Warchief Waddles @Kestus Bralor @Tace Kurze Valdus Bral Valdus Bral Trajan Fett @ Trajan Fett

 

[Akulak Mantacor]

Location: Abyssal Maw Station/Observation Deck

He had seen more impressive things before. This? This was just a large vacuum, nothing could survive within, nothing to adapt to. Futile. The parchment of information lied to him. He now only held a pamphlet of lies now. This was not the most dangerous place in Sith Space, it was quite the opposite. The tool that was escorting the Selphi about was ripe with fear, it's carcass exhumed it, and Akulak found it repulsive. Get a grip or die, why fester like a disease? It made no sense to him, but such was the way of lesser beings. "This void, it is the source of the danger?" He inquired, his tone sounding incredulous, as he looked about the station, and failing to see what was so dangerous. "Y-Yes my lord, it's a most potent facility for research into-" "What is this dribble? This is not science. Where is the flesh? Where is the sculpting? The canvas? No vision." He scoffed, as he waved a bony claw upwards and nicked his nail on one of the metal covers, and took a small comfort in the ungodly sound it produced. He couldn't abid by mindless tools, especially ones without an ounce of creative genius. What could one learn from staring into the great void? Nothing.

There was no challenge, no usage of the mind. There was no clay to sculpt, no form to shape, nothing to prod or probe. It was an all encompassing Void, with nothing of interest for the Golden masked Sith. "Your parchment speaks lies." He replied simply, shredding the thin material with his hands, and throwing it to the floor. The tool still spoke, perhaps seeking to test what little patience he had remaining. "W-We apologize that this tour wasn't to you li-" The sound of sirens rang, as it seemed a new condition was set into the environment. The Selphi perked up, a grin forming behind his mask. "What seeks out the void? Have specimens arrived?" He questioned, his tone dripping with curiosity. "No sir, just a prisoner transfer. It happens at times." This was what he came for. These had to be the best batch of samples he could get ahold of. Hardened, adapted tools, perfect for shaping. As the tool attempted to advise against it, Akulak would proceed to the hanger. He had wasted enough time here, he would get a specimen with or without their blessing.

Zori Kapshan Ra Vizsla Darth Argentum

 

[Zenric Salyn]

Location: Abyssal Maw Station/Observation Deck

Well this was an interesting accident. Disguised as just another scientist the young Clawdite had just intended to sneak a peak at the research going on here. They didn't expect to get much from it. It wasn't alchemy. It wasn't Sith magic. Just a common type of research to the far more amazing things Dubiety was interested in. That, and white lab coats were the worst. There was nothing fabulous about the one they had to snatch. It didn't fit them at all, so they looked more like a recluse nerd then their true fabulous self.

The voice of Akulak Mantacor wasn't a hard one to miss. The disapproval spoke volumes, which only intrigued Dubiety more. The acolyte stuck to the shadows, keeping out of view as much as they could as they listened. Ah. This man was an alchemist! Well. If this was a man. He seemed more monster then anything else. Perhaps a Sithspawn in their own right. But alas he left too soon! To the hanger no less! Dubiety quickly rushed after them, tossing the coat to the side as their form returned back to their normal self. With hands clasped behind their back they stepped up beside the other Sith, flashing their fanged teeth with a smile.

"What sort of canvases do you think you'll find there?"

Zori Kapshan Ra Vizsla Darth Argentum

 

[Seydou of Thyrsus]

They would pay.

For the atrocities. For the savagery. For the humiliation. For the wickedness.

The time has come for the Mandalorians to enact retribution upon the Sith for all their wrongdoings against them.

After frantically searching for leads of his sister, only to find that she had been touched by the corrupt and inhumane hand of the Sith, Amon Vizsla joined the cause of the pro-Imperial Sons of Mandalore. Not a believer of their views but certainly a perfect tool to pursue his own agenda through. And after that? What comes after that, Amon? He could not see further than that.

"SONS OF MANDALORE,"

"Assemble."

The Vizsla followed the order and set up himself in the line. He gazed at the door leading out of the shuttle; the door that would open Pandora's Box on the unsuspecting Sith in the facility.

A Mandalorian never forgets.

Ra Vizsla Darth Argentum Akulak Mantacor Dubiety

 

[Meshla Detta]

The first time the daughter of Briika Munin and the late Kable Detta crusaded with Ra Vizsla , it was at the Invasion of Kashyyyk where the Mandalorian Clans crushed the Galactic Republic. It was a glorious time to be a Mando'ad. Oya!

The Detta was then but a few years past her verd'goten. Now a grown woman with many tales between that time and present-day, Meshla desires nothing else than to seek vengeance upon the Sith Empire as she blames them for her son's death from some unknown Sith-created agent that sickened the young boy. That she is sure of.

With nothing to really loose and everything to gain, Meshla signed on for this dangerous, probable suicide mission to the Abyssal Maw Station to obtain some important data supposedly that would help in the New Imperial Order's ongoing war against the Sith Empire maybe even turn the tide for good.

"SONS OF MANDALORE..... Assemble," came the thunderous and commanding voice of the former Mand'alor echoing within the shuttle's passenger compartment.

Meshla steeled herself and filed in behind Seydou of Thyrsus to assume the disguise of one of the prisoners being transferred to the facility. She hoped the Zeltron scientist, Moff Zori Kapshan , and the Muun, Darth Argentum , weren't leading the Mandos into a trap or there would be hell to pay...

A Mandalorian never forgets.

Dubiety | Akulak Mantacor​

 

[Trajan Fett]

// MANCATCHER //
// OBJECTIVE //: Make the gods bleed Pt. 2 : Explosive Boogaloo
// ALLIES | NIO //: Ra Vizsla | Darth Argentum | Seydou of Thyrsus | Meshla Detta
// ENEMY | TSE //: Akulak Mantacor | Dubiety
Armor | Vambraces

T R A J A N _ K U R Z E
I N T O L E R A N C E

Time to go again. Wayland was a good start but it was just that, a start. If it proved anything it was that these outsiders, these so called 'Mandalorians' which dug in hiding from the Sith weren't worth their weight in anything at all. These Sons of Mandalore, the brothers and sisters united in the cause of shredding this Sith Empire were the only ones he could place any trust in any more. Maybe his senses as a hunter rampaging the underworld of Hutt Space weren't so far off.

Regardless, even if it was the assignment from one of the Order's more enigmatic Moffs it was hardly any matter what the venue was, what the objective entailed. It was another chance to draw blood and put the Sith to the sword. Gut them like the bloated pig they were.

He'd worked on the NIO payroll enough to know this wasn't any guise. Whatever this brand of Imperials were, they were straight forward and the Sons of Mandalore hardly ever had the burden of playing the role of the scalpel. Always the hammer.

Filing in with the other faux inmates in custody, the Mandalorian bound his hands infront of him, secured within shackles easily warped and broken. The door hissed open for them. Leading down the corridor they were eventually stopped by one of the Sith Legionnaires, flanking them on either side to the next door leading past this corridor, he spoke up.

<"Halt! What are you doing here? Who brought you here?"> The Sith trooper piped up.

<"You did."> Trajan mouthed out in cold stoicness.

<"What?"> The Trooper sounded out before the shackles bounding Kurze's wrists together shattered and a grappling line shot out from one of his vambraces and wrapped around the neck of the trooper, ripping him toward the Mandalorian before he swiped his wrist down and met the Legionnaire's face with the jolt of his knee upward, knocking him out cold.

<"We know the job, let's move."> Trajan sounded out before he pressed the bottom to pry open the next door allowing further clearance into the meat of the facility. Just as they always did, the Mandalorians would be the butchers. They'd pay here, they'd pay everywhere else.

A Mandalorian never forgets.

 

[Tarre Priest]

// OBJECTIVE //: Show up and look good
// ALLIES | NIO //: Ra Vizsla | Darth Argentum | Seydou of Thyrsus | Meshla Detta | Trajan Fett
// ENEMY | TSE //: Akulak Mantacor | Dubiety
// EQUIPMENT //: Firedrake | Vornskr | Ka-Boom | Nasty Blade | Shivs | Skeleton Key | Holospheres |

Everyone was prepping for the fight. The Mandalorians were done with Sith occupation of not just our home, but also occupation of their false Mandalor. Everyone seemed to be on edge. While there was no praying to gods or higher beings, It was silent in the transport. Having cuffs around the hands was not fun. Reminded me too much of other days I wanted long gone. However, the good part about these, was the ability to break them. In fact, it was Ra, his call to action that set us loose.

One broke free and took out one of the troopers on the patrol. The second man who didn't speak found himself silenced for good when I broke out. Holding onto them like a knuckler and slamming them home into the face-plate. Once he dropped, I looked over to the other man. A knee to the face was not something you could easily walk away from. I grabbed a hold of their weapons that were in holsters or fell to the floor, and tossed them into a near by despensor. The sliding down towards the compactor.

"Keep your battle buddies close. No survivors."

I pulled out a shiv, sticking it deeply within the soldiers throats and letting them gargle on their own time. They could not notify anyone else of us being here, nor come up behind us. We needed the element of surprise as long as we could. Moreover, We needed to find any kind of data we can get our hands on. Did not matter what it was, where it was from, or who it was for. Any data was better than none.

Looking towards the door being opened, I reached over my back to produce the firedrake rifle. A pretty good rifle if I ever needed one. Plus, it was fairly low tech and had a nasty bite. Flipping the safety to "Fire," and bringing it up to my eye-level, I didn't "Aim" with one eye. Keeping both eyes open for a better grasp of the situation. Plus with the close quarters, I didn't want to make myself half blind.

"Taking point."

Clarifying to Kurze, as soon as the door was open enough, I stepped out. Training the barrel end of the rifle right out into the hallway. One man was only four feet from me. I didn't wait. Closed the distance and threw the barrel into the side of the head. Knocking him down hard. However, the weapon stayed up to clear the rest of the hallway should anyone be there. I did a quick 360 degree turn to see a patrol that had passed moments ago. However, I was unsure if they heard it or not. Judging by the lack of response, I assumed not.

"Clear."

Keeping a voice low, I once more, practiced the art of taking a shiv, Shoving it into the neck of the next victim, and threw the body down the chute. Letting the blood trail be hidden by the closed doors.

 

[Vesta Zambrano]

PEOPLE I DON'T LIKE

"Lord Dansk, sir, your codes are older, but still clear necessary security requirements. Proceed to hangar bay two. You say you have prisoners. How many?"​

It had been six rotations around this force-forsaken black hole since they'd infiltrated the guard, which wasn't at all difficult for the Shi'ido to do. The installation lay directly between Krayiss II, Ziost, and Dromund Kas - or the most heavily guarded heart of the Empire, but the installation itself was rather understaffed in comparison to most of the other facilities in the same sector. That didn't change its status as a point of interest for the revolutionary, the chimaeric result of the joining of Darth Prazutis and Alekto before the latter's death - it was an important source of power for much of the infrastructure in the Sith Worlds, and ve needed every upper hand against the establishment in the coming days.

Not that the galaxy even knew ve existed.

Vesta's eyes, dull and old in this middle-aged human shape, rolled back dramatically at the presumptuous tone of the Sith on the other end of the line. Ve had taken the guise of several members of the guard over ver time at the installation - today ve was managing the communication array that checked in arriving vessels and their clearance - clearance that Darth Argentum most certainly didn't have; especially given that the facility required authorization from the top brass of the Empire's actual government that simply belonging to the Sith Brotherhood wouldn't afford, particularly given the reformation the Empire had gone through that stripped the Sith Order of its privileges that they had held over the rest of the government and handed it back to their real backbone in military and technological might, but beyond that the codes that Argentum had given were expired access codes to begin with.

Why, then, did the Shi'ido in disguise allow the transport through? Well what else was ve going to do, tell them no and hope they didn't fire on the facility orbiting a black hole? Preposterous. Not as absurd as trying use out-of-date access codes on a facility that was restricted from people beneath the heel of the Grand Moffs and Pyramids in the Dark Council, but still rather unreasonable as an option to take. Instead Vesta spoke the magic words, vis voice mimicking the exact tone and vocal patterns of the man ve had replaced a half dozen cycles back.

Thinking back, as ve walked out of the room towards the hangar they would be docking in, why would someone want to bring prisoners to the equivalent of a glorified power plant? With a shrug, the Shi'ido tapped the silent alarm - it wouldn't alert anyone in the facility, but it'd send a signal to the Saaraishash that inactive access codes had been used. If the intruders had expected anything less after knowingly using expired codes, well, then Vesta had little hope for them in their endeavors on the facility - not with the cannibalistic cousin of the Emperor approaching.

Tarre Priest Trajan Fett Ra Vizsla Meshla Detta Akulak Mantacor Dubiety Taeli Raaf Djorn Bline

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Allies: Ra Vizsla | Seydou of Thyrsus | Meshla Detta | Trajan Fett | Tarre Priest | Darth Argentum
Hostiles: Vesta Zambrano | Dubiety | Akulak Mantacor

This would be a different style of fighting, not that he was unfamiliar in having a battle inside of a space station just that he never was this close to a black hole in his life. He had heard of them, stories that created imaginations of undying entity that could consume all kinds of matter with no end to its gluttony. Some say it was a portal to another realm; others said it was related to the Force. Everyone had their own beliefs.

Vilaz's beliefs?

He would like to stay the hell away from it.

It was nerving, coming on this mission that much he would admit. Was he afraid of dying? Not at all, he was always the first ones to charge into battle and the one of the last ones to leave into the comforts of sanctuary. The one thing he did despise about this mission, despite the black hole, was how delicate it would be. Everything had to be clean and precise, something that was polar opposite to him in war.

But now it was time to assemble for war again.

War had come to this peculiar facility with the Sith not expecting to be harmed here, welcoming their butchers. They were greeted by a Legionnaire, surprised by the company of Mandalorians and swiftly knocked out. They had made their move and now they must commit to the following. No quarter would be given to any who came in sight. For sure there would be hostiles on the deck of the hangar, the first of many to be massacred.

 

[Caeos Prahl]

​

// Objective : Retrieve some data and don't die with a clean sword.
// Allies : NIO Ra Vizsla Trajan Fett Vilaz Munin Tarre Priest Darth Argentum Seydou of Thyrsus Meshla Detta
// Enemy : TSE : Vesta Zambrano Dubiety Akulak Mantacor
// Equipment : Beskar'gam // Arm // Main Hand // Melee I // Melee II
// Thematic : Cover in Cowardice

“I think it’s time I partake in a hunt..” ​

The shackles were fake, or so she had to remind herself. A cold clammy feeling crawled up the back of her neck the moment they had stepped off the transport, Caeos was terrified-she really didn’t know what she had bitten off with this masquerade. Squeezed between verd and brothers in arms, trying to pretend she wasn’t struggling to keep up. Their ruse suspended them over the endless void of a black hole, buried somewhere along the war front. One faint exhale escaping her like a hiss, her shoulders sagging betrayed her. Each step further into the facility, the clink of the shackles distant from behind the confines of her helm. She would have never imagined this was where her path would have lead her. She wasn’t wading through scrap and ship yards, this was plain insurgency.

She had wanted a fight, one way or another and that was the only reason Caeos hadn’t frozen in her step. She had schooled herself with barking words and mantra. Her mind shooting off like a bad circuit, trying to rationalize through a series of checks. Gauntlets creaked as she tightened them in front of her-remembering where she had stashed her scant few weapons down the front of her cuirass. She was trying not to trip over her boots, the toe catching and dragging along the grated floors. Caeos was far from home and she had no idea what to do, eyes flying between those around her-watching and tense as a spring ready to snap. As if she understood the thick of battle, the worth of beskar that had been slaved away for and carried into battle a thousand times before.

She still didn’t understand the weight of an oath and people she had found herself shadowing, the dead names she carried. It was important, that was all the girl knew. A hunt, volunteering for anything that might prove herself. To who though? She couldn't decide. It was something she had proposed over tools and rations, just under her breath working through the scattered orders trickling in from clansmen-hiding in the bowels of the enclave. Her skin had been crawling with a certain restlessness. With naivety, she had insisted it was time for herself to provide.

There came a time when they all took a job, or so her Buir had painted the abstract picture; the unspoken expectation. One she carried all the way from the burning remains of Mandalore. Her only use had been two hands and a hammer until she had picked up the knife. Caeos’ concept of the chase..the kill wasn’t skewed by something glorious. The girl had watched the banner of the Empire crest on the horizon, watched them come marching through the sector of her home in her youth. With the legions of wrathful phantoms taking everything in one fell swoop twice now. The bodies they left behind..Caeos grimaced using the memory as a whetstone for her resolve. She just had never had blood on her hands before.

Her heart hammered against her plate and Caeos sucked in a deep breath as the blast doors slid open. The minutes stretched out as they passed down the endless halls, silence blaring like static before the first brush of trouble came. She had never felt the heat of a blaster and the Legionaires with their rifles made her shake. Caeos sought out the back of Trajan Fett helm through the pack of warriors. It was the closest she’d get to a familiar face and she hefted the chin of the bronze bucket a hair higher as the signal came. Shaking her wrists like a dog as the restraints hit the floor with a heavy thud, hand slapping at her armor-fumbling as she pulled out her blade.

Trying not to loose herself to the adrenaline, before the blade was even drawn the Legionaries were dropped like sacks. Such finesse made her burn with jealously..Witness to a swiftness of one knee and knife and she was left standing there-hands shaking. She didn't want to admit it but she was relieved, better them then herself. Stomach churning as she caught blood on the floor from one well place slice. How was she going to do that? She eased her shoulders down from guard. In a blink of eye and Caeos looked to the others, helmet swiveling-keeping the knife close. Her other hand patting down her belt until she found the slim cut of metal-sliding on her vibroknuckles as she shadowed the others. Trying to psyche herself up for the inevitable, for the pain, for the fight.

 

[Darth Argentum]

Friends: Ra Vizsla Vilaz Munin Tarre Priest Trajan Fett Meshla Detta Seydou of Thyrsus Caeos Prahl
Enemies: Akulak Mantacor Dubiety Vesta Zambrano

The Muun had been speaking with a junior officer when the Mandalorians began. He turned his head just in time to witness a shiv bury itself into another guard. Quite nasty and entirely meeting his approval.

"What..." the lieutenant began as he reached for his sidearm.

"Death, comrade," Argentum replied with a sinister smile.

His left hand raised in a claw and the officer began clutching at his throat. An invisible vice had taken hold of his windpipe and he make the most horrible noises. But there was no time for torture. The claw became a flat palm and with it's thrust the armoured man was flung back into a knot of guards.

As he crashed into them, the Muun drew his lightsaber and it came to life with a hiss. Argentum raised it before him and began to move forward with deliberately slow steps....

 

[Koda Fett]

ALLIES: SONS OF MANDALORE
ADVERSARIES: THE SITH EMPIRE
EQUIPMENT: REFERENCE BIO

For Mandalore, each one cries, letting the histories settle and be forgotten. The Civil War, the Red Coronation, the True, Te Veman, Protectors, now Sons of Mandalore - their furied screams no separate from the last hundred, last thousand that came before it. Some unified force to accomplish one mere task that held more promises than accountability. Once all is to come to an end, let the same conflicts rish from the ashes of the one that came before. Someone to claim their so-called rightful title of Mand'alor; most men see to it - the Liberator, the Undying, the Unsung, the Infernal, the Inexorable... Either far too zealous and stubborn to see the folly in that decision, or else some confused soul caught in something far larger than themselves.​

​

Fett could not claim to be the former.​

​

His reign in the outer-rim as a rebellious warlord found itself rather short-lived. He could not truly fight the Mandalorian Empire that rose from that wretched Mantis. In the end, the Mandalorian returned to the roots that found themselves so firmly holding on: man-hunter, kidnapper, murderer - sometimes all three. He found companionship in none other than the rewards said heinous acts had afforded the Bounty Hunter. Somewhere out there on the fringe, shifting back and forth throughout the outer-rim, venturing into the expanse. He continued that career, that reputation remained.​

​

Fett isn't dead. Not yet.​

​

The Mandalorian stood there in the same solemn silence that often consumed Koda. His features left behind the visor that reflected the lights that flashed a bright red in a continuous fashion; alarms sounded, an annoying sound that rattled inside the thick armour. He thought, in that moment, if it had been a mistake to even partake in this assault. He came to an answer rather swiftly, the simplest confirmation one could offer themselves. Forever a mistake. Yet something urged the Mandalorian onwards. Perhaps some strange sense of conviction, a tether to the place that Fett came to loathe? Possibly.​

​

He trudged forwards nevertheless.​

​

For Mandalore, the Bounty Hunter concluded.​

 

[Ra Vizsla]

The hangar doors began to burn bright. Apparently, the Sith had only been able to get them landing clearance - none of the codes had worked, and the fake cuffs had been quickly abandoned. Force, as always, was the desired route as the Sons of Mandalore began burning through the facility. Melting away, the durasteel shambles of the doors eventually collapsed, and blaster fire began exchanging through the new opening - the light amount of guards here to protect the facility was already clued into the Mandalorian incursion, and the veil of surprise had been lifted.

As always.

Ra didn't understand why ambushes or surprises never worked these days, no matter how hard he tried.

Someone on the opposite side just always knew something.

No matter.

Ra would not be deterred.

"Blast charges," he muttered, moving deeper into the facility as the Mandalorians began cutting through the guards. A few Sons moved through the ranks and to the second set of doors as they began shoring up their numbers in the Main Hall of the Research compound and towards the Control Room. Ra's white cloak swept behind him as the visage of crimson armor and Imperial symbols struck a chord throughout their halls. He barely lifted a finger thus far, the Sons of Mandalore were such an efficient fighting force - though resistance, so far, was little to be regarded. His green T-visor intensified, his massive shoulders cutting a wake through the smoke as the second set of charges blew.

Into the next room. They were moving fast.

"Stop!

Who are you!"

A Sith Imperial Officer. Ra raised his right fist, and the blaster fire stopped momentarily.

The former Mand'alor took a careful step into the next room, slowing his pace.

"Who am I?" The prominent Vizsla countered.

His T-visor swept the room, looking into the guards faces.

"It has been a few years... but I still remember you. We have met, you and I. A thousand times before, and a thousand times further.

I warned you then, I told you." Ra's white Imperial cloak swept the deck as he moved within inches of the man,

the guard's weapons trained on him, yet none fired.

"Mandalore remembers,​

I said, yet you did not heed my words.

Mandalore remembers, I warned you

yet still you thought it prudent it to

begin a war you were not ready to

see all the way through.

Mandalore remembers.

Who am I, you ask?"


​

Ra nodded to the Sons of Mandalore joining him. They would understand the message - 'Leave one alive,' that was Ra's way.

Kill the rest.

"A Mandalorian never forgets."

Commander Vizsla quietly progressed to the Control Room,

the Sith Officers staring down the hungry horde of Sons of Mandalore still standing in the doorway.


Vilaz Munin Ra Vizsla Beskadala Careena Fett Briika Munin Warchief Waddles Kestus Bralor Darth Argentum Tace Kurze Valdus Bral Trajan Fett Koda Fett Caeos Prahl Tarre Priest Meshla Detta Seydou of Thyrsus


Vesta Zambrano Dubiety Akulak Mantacor

​

 

[Zurin]

[Allies] The Sons of Mandalore
[Enemies] The Sith Empire
[Gear] EE-3 Carbine, Kukri, Vibroknife, twin Dc-17s and Mandalorian vambraces

The former clone sat in his seat with his kukri drawn. It held so many bad memories but he couldn't get himself to throw it away. He always preferred knives over guns, ever since the GAR but that was the past. He was a Mandalorian now! He had new brothers! Or were they? Zurin still hadn't convinced himself he was one of them. Yes he never broke the creed but he was a clone. It had been years since the Mandalorians took him in and he still hadn't got comfortable among them.

"SONS OF MANDALORE.....ASSEMBLE!"

The blood curdling shout brought Zurin out of his stupor. He stood up sheathed his kukri and cracked his knuckles. Enough dwelling in the past! It was time to make the Sith pay! Zurin double checked his gear and fell in line with the others.

Every thing was chaos the Mandalorians had ditched stealth and were tearing through the facility. Zurin climbed on the metal rafters shooting Sith troopers from above with his EE-3. He un-sheathed his kukri and jumped down the rafters on a sith trooper and stabbed him in the neck. Several more troopers ran out of side door but this wasn't a worry to him. He knew the other Mandos had his back. The Sith troopers fell to the deadly accurate blaster bolts of the Mandalorians.

Zurin caught up with Ra Vizsla who was starring at several Sith officers. Ra nodded to him and his fellow soldiers. Zurin understood it. He rushed toward the closest officer. The officer shot a bolt at him but it deflected off his beskar pauldron. Zurin grabbed the officer and smashed his head against the wall. Knocking him out.

 

[Alejandro Chadian]

Location - The Abyssal Maw
Allies - Vesta Zambrano Dubiety
Enemies - Seydou of Thyrsus Ra Vizsla Koda Fett Zurin Darth Argentum Vilaz Munin Caeos Prahl Tarre Priest | Sons of Mandolore | Zori Kapshan (Indirectly)

"Moff Chadian, welcome to the Abyssal Maw. I hope this surprise visit means the Emperor approves of our work, yes?"

Alehandro shrugged before moving past the head researcher, smiling at the young man only to show no contempt. He wasn't present at the station to see thier progress. He didn't care for black holes. The only thing the governor cared about was ensuring these 'researchers' weren't wasting precious credits.

"I'm here on behalf the Banking Clan, Doctor. Tell me, how much does it cost to study a black hole?" The Doctor simply shook his head and continued to walk alongside the Moff. That is until the stumbled upon a section of the station where Ra Vizsla and his lackeyes were located.

"Well..this was unexpected, yes?" Alejandro turned to face the Mandolorian warrior, crossing his arms. "Is there anything we can hep you with?"

 

[Meshla Detta]

It seemed their little charade didn't last long, but that was okay. Meshla would rather hit the Sith hard rather than to sneak around. They were Mando'ade for Force's sake. Subtly wasn' their forte.

The Detta stuck to Seydou of Thyrsus 's six who had been in line before her as the Sons of Mandalore spread out into the hangar bay from the shuttle. The few Sith Imps they came across were swiftly taken care of. It seemed a bit too easy in her estimation, but it was supposed to be a minimum-security facility after all. She wasn't that naive though not to figure there would be a surprise or two waiting to be sprung on the infiltrating Mandos.

When they got to the closed interior doors, Ra Vizsla called for blast charges. Meshla didn't hesitate and moved quickly forward through the ranks of the Mando team assembled, spotting her stepfather amongst them but totally ignoring him as Vilaz Munin was on her poodoo list after what happened on Mandalore. Meshla blamed him too for her son's death.

Meshla set the charges skillfully to get the job done right the first time. She called out, <"Fire in the hole."> then the blue-armored Mando stepped back to the side and blew the doors. Gods how the Detta liked to make things go boom. Mesh had picked it up from her mother's brother, but Briika Munin never liked that she had. Just another irritant between the two women that strained their mother-daughter relationship.

The next few moments were interesting as the former Mandalore talked specifically to one of the Sith Imperials caught on the other side. So true, a Mandalorian never forgets...

With the command given by their commander, the Sons of Mandalore would show no mercy except for the chosen one. Oya!

Darth Argentum | Trajan Fett | Tarre Priest | Caeos Prahl | Koda Fett | Zurin | Alejandro Chadian | Vesta Zambrano | Dubiety | Akulak Mantacor​

 

[Vesta Zambrano]

DRUGS

"Mandalore remembers,"​

Vesta stopped mid-stride - ve had tripped the silent alarm, which had sent a remote signal to the planet of Dromund Kas that was literally a star system away from the facility, nothing that would have even remotely alerted anyone in the station of such an action, so there was a second or two of mental gymnastics going on in vis head to understand where ve had messed up - then continued on vis way when ve realized that Mandalorians were just living up to their reputation of loud shouts, pointless posturing, and horrible planning that always led to abject failure.

Quite like the Mand'alor that strode towards the command room - a loud, boisterous, failure. The features of the Shi'ido melted away, flesh folding under flesh as vis appearance altered dramatically, toward a shape that was more fit for battle. The gruff graying beard at vis face faded away to smooth pale skin, brown hair lengthening and reddening, and vis stature growing as a lightsaber fell from some pocket of flesh where it had been hidden - its crimson blade erupting from its end as it flew to vis hand. "I would certainly hope that a relic of the past would remember what it can't move on from." Vesta mocked back, without even the pretense of an attempt to hide vis smugness, as ve came up from the rear.

​

What was it with men thinking that random Sith that had publicly defected from the Sith empire could procure them proper clearance to a facility that was very much restricted to the top of the Imperial food chain, anyway? With a shrug and a smirk, Vesta lugged on towards the living fossil - did he think he was any less mortal than the guard that he strode past, or did he think that being some kind of self-important old man meant he was any more likely to simply waltz into a secret research facility with the assistance of some Muun Sith that had never amounted to anything in the Empire than if Irveric Tavlar himself had shown up?

It was as if children wrote the Mandalorian strategy playbook.

Then again, with the cadre of Mandalorians that stood between Vesta and the senile old man, maybe children and their preference for concrete over abstract thinking - particularly bigger numbers equating to better chances - wasn't always such a bad way of thinking. A shame, then, that Mandalore didn't exist anymore to remember anything - just homeless vagrants clinging to a past they couldn't go back to. Mandalore could remember all it wanted - it was as much a hunk of rock as Dromund Kas had been after Captain Larraq had flung his asteroids into it and started this feud.

Ra Vizsla Koda Fett Zurin Meshla Detta Darth Argentum Caeos Prahl Vilaz Munin Trajan Fett Tarre Priest Dubiety Akulak Mantacor Alejandro Chadian

 

[Darth Argentum]

Friendos: Ra Vizsla Seydou of Thyrsus Tarre Priest Zurin Vilaz Munin Caeos Prahl Trajan Fett Meshla Detta Koda Fett
Enemies: Vesta Zambrano Dubiety Akulak Mantacor Alejandro Chadian

The plan is going off without a hitch, thought Darth Argentum as he relieved another Legion trooper of their head. But the best ones had the least that could go wrong. Infiltrate, destroy and exfiltrate. It didn't need to be more than that.

He turned away as the body crumpled and moved on. His eyes swept the deck looking for another armoured enemy. Then he felt the sure presence of a Dark Side user. A scowl played across his features.

Of course. Somehow, they're always in the most inconvenient places.

Argentum drew upon the Force and moved with a great burst of speed forward. The blur came to a halt and he saw the source of the Dark Side. There they stood and issued mockery towards Ra Vizsla. Not the smartest thing to do.

"Another one of the Emperor's lackeys," he quipped over the clamour of the fight "But do tell, what brings you here to the back end of nowhere?"