Campaign Auroral Descent | The Enclave

[Rixa Numeck]

(Armament: HG-54 Verpine Hand Cannon, BAW-78 Precision Blaster Rifle, karambit tactical knife)

The younger of the two brothers crossed his equally large arms over his pale chest plate and cursed under his breath. “Di'kutla htagioa me'suum, Ni or'parguur ciryc!” This was some kind of sick joke on his brother’s part, revenge for being a pain in the neck for the last decade. Tyran had known exactly how to dangle the right kind of bait to get him to agree to tag along here. Just the simple hint that there was an ancient temple with the possibility of having some valuable treasures hidden in it’s depths had been enough to get Rixa off the couch.

He wasn’t an explorer by any means. Jungles, deserts, and tundras especially were something he actively tried to avoid. He had abilities that allowed him to earn a comfortable living through a much less harsh existence and that was why he considered himself less of a bleak soul than Tyran who had spent a decade wading through blood and guts on so many distant battlefields.

He was at least thankful when the group started to move inside where the close quarters would ensure a greater degree of warmth. Rixa wasn’t carrying a lot of gear besides his hand cannon and precision blaster. He didn’t see the need to be a walking armory like his older brother was. When the loud screech tore through the cavern and caused the column to halt Rixa found himself wondering if being a mobile armory wasn’t actually such a bad idea.

When one of the other Mando’ade spoke up about not bunching up Rixa couldn’t help but scoff. “We’re all wearing beskar, shooting each other should be the least of our worries.”

 

[Tyran Numeck]

(Armament: 2 MT-14 Blasters, Beskar’gam, Monroe-Horak Multipurpose Combat Rifle)

Tyran thumped his younger brother on the back of his helmet and looked at the other Mandalorian. “Excuse my idiot brother, feel free to shoot him all you want.” He said as he pulled one of his MT-14 blasters from the holsters on his hunting kama. Of course Rixa would try to pick a fight in the middle of an armed column of Mandalorian that neither of them knew outside of Tris. If it came down to it Tyran was definitely toying with the idea of offering up his sibling as a human meat shield.

The screech that had ripped down the cavern didn’t exactly fill him with a lot of confidence. The last time he’d been in a situation like this he’d wound up in a shoot out with a dragon and wound up breaking a few bones. At least he wasn’t freezing this time.

He activated the thermal scanner in his HUD and did a deep scan of the area in front of the group of Mandalorians. “Whatever it is that made that noise, it isn’t close but there’s some kind of feint heat signature about one hundred meters ahead of us. It’s not technological though.” He said as he looked at the readings with some confusion.

 

[Sinya Ani]

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Tag: | Obran |

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There should have been something intimidating about a large framed person getting up and approaching her, especially with a weapon in their hand like the one this guy had. But Sinya wasn't intimidated. Her posture straightened a bit more than it had been and she turned ever so slightly so that less of her frame was forward facing this other body as it approached her. Much the same way he had eyed her, Sin did the same to him; she was not a fighter in the traditional sense of word considering her medical profession, but she could most certainly handle her own and dish out as much as she took if it came down to it.

Luckily that didn't seem to be the case, yet. "Sinya," she answered, curtly. The fact that only the two of them were within this chamber may have promised plenty of rewards, but it was also a little unsettling now as well. "Didn't feel like playing in the halls of the dead?" Not that she could really say much, considering she was here as well instead of in the catacombs.

Truth be told, her reasons for being here instead of there were more personal. Add that to the amount of bodies that had been lined up to get into those halls, and she could just about imagine the hell that would break loose if something bad were to happen down there. Cramped quarters and a bunch of Mandalorians with itchy trigger fingers? Oh no, Sin would take the open chamber with the possibility of traps and creepy crawlies over that any day. Though...there was certainly a possibility for her clinic to be in full swing once they all got back home. Win-win either way.

 

[Hinah Dragr]

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Tag: | Siv Dragr | Isran Varad | Vren Rook | Vaux Gred | Kale Onara | Zurin | Seris Vant | Aloy Vizsla | Kytana Horizonis | Tyran Numeck | Rixa Numeck |

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Having Siv around made things at least a little simpler for Hinah. Having someone around from her clan would make this easier for her socially, though to be perfectly honest socializing was by no means at the top of her list. The whole lot of them were here for a reason after all, and as such the brunette huffed out harshly beneath her helmet, gave the large group a once over, and then followed Siv's example to head inside.

When they stepped from outside to in, her HUD flickered and changed to accommodate her vision. She didn't walk too closely to anyone who had already filed inside, but there wasn't a whole lot of room for any of them to give each other a wide berth in his place. Her mouth opened to speak, but considering others had already mentioned tight quarters? She closed it just as quickly as it had opened. At least until that screech ripped through the air and brought the lot of them to a halt.

"What was that?" the obvious question, but one she hadn't been able to stop. Seems her question wasn't the most ridiculous thing to escape any of them, however. When one of the guys in the group spoke up, Hinah scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Do we get to vote on who we're going to sacrifice and feed to whatever that was?" she questioned again. "Because if so..." but she let the comment linger, and didn't voice an opinion further than that. Hinah may have her snarky moments, but she wasn't unaware of the fact that at some point she may have to rely on any one of these people to save her backside - and vice versa.

 

[Obran]

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Sinya Ani

She spoke, and he smiled. It was roguish and wolfish, and positively smart-assed too.

"The sanctuary of Forgemasters past holds more interest to me than wights and the corpses of our ancestors. Knowledge is as much or more than a body count."

A nearby pillar, collapsed but roughly waist high, saw his helmet placed, and he nodded to the sanctum as he looked around, considering. There was a lot that could go wrong in such cramped spaces with the people of Mandalore. Long memories, short fuses. That was dangerous in unknown. And he was new to the Enclave, so... He opted for something he knew he was good at, and was less dangerous.

"Now... What is the idea behind this place? Briefing sounded like it was booby trapped"

 

[Zurin]

Zurin followed the other Mandalorians down into the Sanctum. He flicked his light on the side of his helmet, then pressed a button on his gun and a beskar bayonet came from under the barrel. Zurin didn't have to turn his safety off.....It was always on.....

Zurin followed closely behind Siv and Kale......It was eerily quiet.....All he could hear was the crunch of boots and the breathing of his fellow comrades.....That is, until the screech came.....

The screech seemed to be far off.....But you could never tell with tunnels.......

Zurin acknowledged Kale's order because it seemed like a good idea thenclutched his EE-3 tighter and restlessly tapped his finger on the side of his gun.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Siv Dragr | Hinah Dragr | Zurin | Rixa Numeck | Tyran Numeck | Isran Varad | Vren Rook | Vaux Gred | Kale Onara |
| Seris Vant | Kytana Horizonis |

Equipment: In Bio

"Don't know how much good that stealth tech will do in those tunnels; they're pretty cramped. But if you want to, no one is stopping you."

Aloy chose to nod and leave it at that before falling in with the others. This wasn't exactly what she wanted to hear seeing as she might finally get to test her cloaking devices, But... Well, What else is new? She'd probably just toss it when this was all over, She never got to use it anyway.

So, She followed the group in, Sticking up near the front of the group so she could get a clear shot, Leaving her staff folded and magnetized to her back seeing as they were in close quarters this time around, One of her favorite environments truth be told. At least, When it wasn't freezing like this. She preferred the forests of concordia or the deserts of tatooine to chit like this, But as a Vizsla, She'd gotten used to living in the cold north of Daba'r by now. But that doesn't mean she has to like it.

It was all but silent for a time, The only sound filtering through her helm's audio reception being the howling of wind outside and the constant whirring of her own cybernetic limb as the avian claws clashed with the ice and snow underfoot. She was half tempted to use her sound dampeners to silence the damned thing, But if her capabilities weren't needed, Than everyone would just have to put up with it.

Of course, They had bigger problems now.

If it wasn't the siblings behind her that got everyone killed today, It'd be the source of that screeching now echoing through the catacombs...

<"I got a bad feeling about this..."> She says while activating her scan pulse, Which would immediately begin highlighting any electrical or organic signatures within a ten foot radius of herself for the next minute or so, Meanwhile her other hand remained firmly planted on the Nite owl pattern Westar-35 holstered on her hip.

She needed more though, A sense of security or at least someone to fight beside that she sort of knew, Instead of... Whoever these people were. Would it help her branch out if she avoided socializing with new faces? No. Would she be more comfortable with someone who's helm she at least recognized? Yes.

Those helmets happened to belong to Vaux Gred , Who she'd seen briefly during the heated exchange with the Sons of Mandalore, Tristan Ortega who was about the only sane person with them during that Krayt hunt, And both Siv Dragr and Hinah Dragr , Who she had eaten with this one time at the enclave or some such(She didn't even know the woman's name)... Close enough.

<"Hey, Dragr, Gred. If it's all the same, I'll stick by you three. I'd rather die beside Buy'c I at least recognize. Or helmets filled with more brain than muscle"> She chuckles while nudging Rixa Numeck in the shoulder on her way past. All in good fun of course. <"Come on big guy, You can take point. Hit more screechy critters than Beskar">

 

[Seris Vant]

Tags: Siv Dragr | Hinah Dragr | Zurin | Rixa Numeck | Tyran Numeck | Isran Varad | Vren Rook | Vaux Gred | Kale Onara | Kytana Horizonis | Aloy Vizsla

Seris took up the rearguard position. Better to leave the Beskar shielded ones to take the vanguard. Tunnel fighting really wasn't her forte. Sure did simplify where they could be ambushed from though. As the group moved deeper into the catacombs they'd caught the attention of something down here. It screeched. Likely to alert others of whatever it was. Were they even smart enough to post sentries? They were literally in the dark. Seris didn't flinch but that feeling of dread; this was going to get ugly.

Seris slipped her hand over the handle of her MP-77 blaster. Her attention focused behind them all to any threat that could somehow appear.

 

[Siv Dragr]

D E S C E N T

Tag: Vren Rook | Hinah Dragr | Vaux Gred | Kale Onara | Zurin | Seris Vant | Aloy Vizsla | Tyran Numeck | Tristan Ortega | Kytana Horizonis | Rixa Numeck | Isran Varad

The screeches interrupted the quips that the warriors had been trading and the rudimentary fireteam they had worked out. Siv hoped that the Mandalorians following were less startled by the screeching than he was. And they didn't need to wait to find the source of those screeches either, as bodies came screaming at them out of the darkness in front of them, grabbing and ripping with long claws, trying to tear their way through the small band of warriors. Fortunately, if they had made it past Siv's blaster bolts their teeth would've been met with Beskar, but years of reflexes honed by hunting notorious criminals paid its dividends. Expertly-aimed blaster bolts sent the creatures down to the icy ground, dead cold, illuminating the caverns in flashes of red and other colors as he and the Mandalorians lit up the tunnels with their laserfire.

He was about to sheath his blaster when he heard a large crack from underneath him and felt his stance be shifted abruptly. Warily he looked under his feet, and a pit in his stomach formed when he saw that there was a tremendous crack running through the ice underneath his boots. "Get off the ice, now!" He shouted immediately, gesturing widely back to the other Mandalorians that had followed him. He tried to do it himself, but the crack opened up, and before he knew it he had swallowed him whole.

The plummet was not so bad. An old adage had come back to him; The fall never kills a person, it's the landing that does that. And the landing hurt like nothing else. He had inertial compensators in his chest plate and armor that kept his insides from turning into jelly, but hitting the ground at such a fast speed seriously knocked the wind out of him. His breath was shaky as he stood up, trying to find his blaster pistol in the dark. A hand carefully turned on the glowrod attachment on his helmet, and the small beam quickly illuminated where his weapon had fallen him.

But then, there was another screech. No, this was more of a roar. Low, and deep-throated, with power that it made the ground under Siv shake. Picking up his blaster he raised it, and the light illuminated the face of a giant monstrosity. A giant abomination.

"Feth," was all the commentary Siv could give before the beast's claws sent him flying towards a wall.
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[Sinya Ani]

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Tag: | Obran |

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"It is littered with traps, I'm sure." Sin sighed out in response, then took the time to remove her helmet. The air within the chamber was cold, but not freeze your lungs cold. The Twi'lek gave a slow look around without the filter from her HUD, and then pressed her lips into a thin line. "That being said, not all of the traps will have remained intact. Some may no longer function, others may have broken down. But you can rest assured, not everything in this place is going to be collapsed by time...just battered."

Her helmet was placed down as well and Sinya stepped away from it so that she could get closer to the nearest wall. She touched nothing, and stood only as close as she needed to, to observe. "Might want to start checking the walls and floors for holes. Or hinges, places where it looks as if the foundation can open up and either spew projectiles or house death traps."

Sin had a strong respect for life after all, and that most certainly included her own. Finding out where the traps were and how best to avoid them was probably a good idea.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

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Vren Rook , Hinah Dragr, Vaux Gred , Kale Onara , Zurin , Seris Vant . Aloy Vizsla , Tristan Ortega, Kytana Horizonis , Isran Varad , Siv Dragr

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When the horde of bodies began rushing at the group it was pretty much reflex for Tyran at this point in his career to draw his blasters and open fire. One of the creatures made it through his arc of fire and swiped a sharp claw along his chest plate causing sparks to fly. Tyran brought his massive elbow down on the creatures head, caving in it’s skull and pretty shortly after there weren’t any more of the deformed bodies rushing at them. He knelt down and examined the one that had taken a lunge at him and paid the price.

Something about the alien seemed familiar but he couldn’t quite place why. It was covered in scar tissue and was missing its nose and lips, as well as the two tiny fingers on each hand. They were very old injuries too, not anything recent. His brow furrowed behind his visor as it scanned the body and then the ice beneath them gave a sudden shudder and heard the lead Mandalorian he had followed into the catacombs shout to get off the ice. By the time Tyran had stood back up to his feet the man was plummeting and once again Tyran just reacted and leapt after the falling Mando’ad missing his hand by just a few millimeters and falling through the ice with him.

Just like Nellogant. He thought to himself as he plummeted into the dark and landed on his side and feeling his shoulder pop out of place upon the impact. “I’m getting too old for this.” He groaned as he got up to his knees and turned on his helmet spotlamp and looked around the massive cavern. He picked out the other Mando moving around in the darkness and was about to ask him if he was okay but that was cut short when there was a louder, deeper screech not too far from them. Both of their light sources turned in the direction of the noise and Tyran felt his stomach go cold.

He had no words for what he was looking at but he was forced into action when it hit the other Mando and sent him flying through the air.

“Gonna need some help down here!” He yelled using his vocabulator to project his voice back up through the hole in the ice. He knew his blasters weren’t going to a damn thing against whatever this was so he reached for his modular rifle and loaded it with a phosphorus grenade. His thinking was that the creature spent all its life in the dark and a sudden blast of illumination would throw it off and buy him some time to reset his arm and let some others get down into the hole to help.

He aimed the rifle one handed and fired the grenade that exploded on impact and sent bright flames flying in every direction and caused the giant…..thing to rear back and yell and start thrashing around and roaring even louder.

“There’s something massive down here, anyone who comes down use light to blind it if you can!” He radio as he sprinted over to the other Mandalorian to check on him, pausing only to slam his shoulder into the ice wall and pop it back into place.

 

[Rixa Numeck]

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The screeching made Rixa’s head drop a bit as the skittering sound of a bunch of malformed creatures came rushing down the path towards the Mandalorians. “Fierfek.” He moaned as he pulled out his Beskar karambit. Rixa was a bit more in the thick of the group of Mandalorians and he wasn’t about to accidentally shoot anyone in the back.

For a moment he felt that he might not even have to engage the creatures as they were mostly mowed down by the Mandalorians at the front of the group, but a few slipped by and Rixa had to use the family heirloom to slice and dice his way through a few of the aliens.

When all had fallen silent and there was nothing but dead bodies it was then that he realized how deformed some of the aliens had been before the Mandalorians had gotten their hands on them. “Anyone ever come across an alien species that mutilates itself like this?” He asked to nobody in general. He wasn’t in his element and the sound of his own voice was comforting.

Then there way yelling and the sound of cracking ice that instantly grabbed his attention as he watched one Mandalorian fall through the ice and then watched his brother dive right after him without even thinking.

Rixa’s reaction to the floor giving way was not the same one as his older brother’s was. Instead of leaping into the growing hole in the ice, he leapt away from it and just barely managed to grab hold to the edge of the ice and tried pull himself back onto solid ground. “Well…this is turning into quite the fun afternoon.” He groaned.

 

[Obran]

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Obran took his spear and began tapping and scrabbling it along the floor. To some, it would look haphazard and scattered. As if he had an utter disregard and was flailing about. A careful eye would note the arrhythmic nature of the taps and bumps. He was checking cracks, joints in the stone, loose mortar, and walks. Whistling a bit when he wasn't talking.

"Old places like this rely often on Force-borne traps if advanced enough. But given our cultural ties here, it's apt to be deadfalls, pits, crash weights. Things dropping from the ceiling. Minimal complication and moving parts, longevity and lethality maxed within the parameters."

Tap. Tap. Thunk. Tap.

He kept making his way through the room, Protector colored armor show wear and tear that was obviously ritualistically left in some areas, as areas right next to it were kept pristine. As he walked, tapping in a broad sweep with his right hand, his left eased back the loop on the heavy blaster pistol on his left hip and twisted it slightly to further ease it from the holster, checking a knife on his armor's gorget as well.

Always paid to be prepared.

Sinya Ani

 

[Kale Onara]

Kale brought his blaster up in a steady two handed grip in the direction of the screeches that were getting louder. Switching to his motion vision mode, he caught site of a horde of bodies scrambling towards them. He noticed that there was no rhyme or reason to their movements, just a desire to rip him and his fellow Mando'ade to pieces. Not happening today. He thought to himself as he acquired his first target. Kale opened fire an instant after Siv fired his first shot. Unlike the beasts swarming at them with no organization, Kale and his fellow Mando'ade acted calmly and quickly melded their shots into a perfect interlocking fire pattern which decimated their foes with little trouble though their mad rush did allow a couple of them to get a few swipes in which were easily neutralized by the Beskar'gam that everyone was wearing.

Once the enemy was vanquished and the firing stopped, Kale took a quick look around and slowly lowered his blaster. Just as he took a deep breath, he heard a new sound that was far more ominous that the screeching earlier. He heard cracking. The cracking was slight at first but it quickly grew louder. Switching his visor to structural scanning, his eyes widened as what he saw confirmed his fear as did Siv yelling for them to get off the ice that was about to come apart underneath everyone's feet. On instinct, Kale shot his whip cord into the ceiling as the ice finally broke. Seeing Siv and another Mandalorian fall out of sight, Kale switched his scanner back to active motion mode, released his whipcord and fell through the hole after them though he used his jetpack to give him a more controlled decent. "Meg o'r te gai be Manda'yaim cuyir ibac?!"* He yelled out as he descended just in time to some some sort of grotesque shape bearing down on his downed vod. He watched as the creature took a swipe at Siv, knocking him into a nearby wall and the second Mando, Tyran if he remembered the name right, fire his weapons at the creature. Oh hell no, you did not! Kale thought angrily as he unslung his A280C blaster rifle. He shut off his jet pack and freely fell the last two meters to the ground. He landed hard and used the last of his momentum to go to one knee assuming a stable firing stance. As he thumbed his rifle's toggle to Full Auto, he yelled out at the creature, "Jaon olar jari'eyc!"** Kale then fired several short bursts what he believed to be the hideous creature's head. He grinned as the creature slowly turned toward him allowing time for Siv and Tyran vital seconds to recover.

Then Kale's grin faded as he realized two things:

Good news: He had managed to get the creature's attention...
Bad news: HE MANAGED TO GET THE CREATURE'S ATTENTION!!!!!!

Seeing the creature getting ready to take a swipe at him was all the motivation Kale needed to be somewhere else. He managed to dodge to one side and switch his vision to active sonar trying to get a layout of this chamber. He managed to duck into some semblance of cover and tried to spot Siv and Tyran. He activated his radio and spoke to Tyran and Siv, "Gar t'ad jate vod?"***

Translations:
* What in the name of Mandalore is that?!
** Over here ugly!
*** You two good, brothers?

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Tag: Siv Dragr | Tyran Numeck | Tristan Ortega | Seris Vant | Hinah Dragr | Vren Rook | Vaux Gred | Kale Onara | Zurin | Isran Varad | Kytana Horizonis |

The horde suddenly lit up in her visor like a coruscanti lightshow, Her HUD tracking as many organic signatures as it could and then some as the disfigured aliens came rushing at them all. It only took a second before Aloy had joined her vod in gunning down these freaks as she drew her Westar-35 in one hand, Instantly tagging one of her targets in the chest and dropping it to the ground before her gun-arm had even risen past her hip.
Soon she was taking careful precise shots at anything that made it's way past the initial torrent of blaster fire, Dropping target after target in quick bursts of golden light that lit up the entire hallway.

A few got through of course, There were just that many.

One of these stranglers rushed right at her, Tackling her to the floor with her vambrace between it's teeth and only strength in her cybernetic leg and the grip of it's claws to keep her assailant held back enough to keep it from clawing into the gaps of her armor.

Suddenly the snow beside her lights up in a menacing crimson as her knuckle-plate vibro blade deploys, Only for that red light to flicker in and out as she delivers several quick jabs into the creature's side, Punching the knuckle-blade deeper and deeper into what would have been the creature's kidneys if it had anatomy anything like a human's.

Eventually the struggle fades alongside the creature's life as it's lifeless body and Aloy both lay there, The Vizsla glancing about at the standing mandalorians as she caught her breath, Both her chest and the creature laid across it rising in rapid succession as life returned to her lungs.

That breather would only last so long however, As the sickening crack broke the after-battle silence and shifted her weight beneath herself.

Before she could truly react, There was another crack and the yelling of another mandalorian before the ice shattered beneath her, Sending her into a spiraling free fall that threatened to break her bones and the Quartermaster's handiwork adorning her body once again.

With no time to think, She rolls mid air to place the alien body beneath herself and activates the stabilizing thrusters on her jetpack, Softening her landing against the ice and snow as she lands in a white powdery cloud in the dark.

"Feth,"
Siv is thrown aside by something in the dark not far from her, Prompting her to activate her night-vision visor only to gulp as she caught sight of what looked to be a horribly diseased rancor in the caverns with them.

<"Dank Farric! Is that a rancor?!"> She shouts, Forcing herself up on her one organic knee while her avian cybernetic latched onto the ground below her, Securing her footing.

“There’s something massive down here, anyone who comes down use light to blind it if you can!”

<"I'll do you one better!"> This wasn't the first time she'd fought a rancor recently. She'd been heavily wounded the last time, Fighting in a makeshift arena on felucia, But she knew just what to do this time.

Dropping her rangefinder down over her visor, She locks her system onto the monster's lower jaw, Waiting for her HUD to flash green and beep in satisfying confirmation of her lock-on before leaning forward, Making room for one of the two missiles on her back just before it fires, Bathing the cave in a sudden flash of bright light as the missile launches from her back, Headed straight for the monster.

All she had to do now was hit the damned thing. Please hit.

 

[Vaux Gred]

Tags: The Quartermaster Isran Varad Vren Rook Hinah Dragr Siv Dragr Kale Onara Zurin Seris Vant Aloy Vizsla Tyran Numeck Tristan Ortega Kytana Horizonis

Vaux’s head darted when she heard the noise. “Osik,” was all she could tell as she blasted her particle shotgun into a couple of them. What the Nether! Were they Rakghouls. All they way out here? No. One then caught her arm. The pilot yelled out before clubbing the creature, not even looking at her wound before aiming again. She pumped a full cell into them, letting out five more burst of mini particle bolts as she helped clear them. She let the cell drop to the floor before adding a new cell.

“I don’t know tat (Concordian for Vod). Look ugly though.” She kicked one before hearing Siv. Siv! She looked down the hole, hearing something. She looked down, hearing Rixa, then watching Kale..... Boys. If he’s have waited two more.... Vaux quickly slid down the wall, using her elctro-whip to slow her fall. She growled as her right arm flared before pulling her cartridge revolver/Trayc’kal, and loading a Boomer shell.

“I’d cover my ears.” She then pulled the trigger, and the pistol let out a bright flash and load bang. She heard a missile go off about the same time, and smile. At least until she felt her right arm flare again and finally looked back. One of those things but through he flight suit! That... wasn’t good. Beskarweave was great for blasters, not so much shrapnel, blades, and apparently teeth. She looked at the bleeding wound, then looked at the others.

“Tat! Problem!”

 

[Tristan Ortega]

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Tag: | Everyone That Isn't In the Sanctum |

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See? Close quarters. Rubbing elbows with your peers in a literal sense was not always a good thing, especially in places where dead things were - or not so dead things as the case seemed to be. The shrieks that had ripped through the air were bad enough, but being towards the middle of the group and not being able to fire? That was a much worse case scenario for Tristan. It wasn't necessarily needed considering those at the head were able to take care of most of the frey, but the ones that got through earned a triade of curses from Tris, and while she readied her blaster it wasn't so she could shoot it.

The weapon was used with blunt force to more or less pistol whip anything that got too close to her. And with the others taking care of anything she didn't brain herself, the team at least made short work of the damned things. But as in all things, that wasn't enough for their case. Another ominous sound, though it was at least one of familiarity.

"Move!" Tris shouted at those behind her while she herself back pedaled to get out of the way. She watched Siv fall, and she watched Tyran dive in after him which earned another noisy curse from her. The not-so-Jedi was going to kill them all if anything happened to him. This revelation also made her look for the younger of the Numeck brothers, and finding him quite literally hanging from the ledge, Tris scoffed.

"Are you serious? What are you doing?" his brother was down there, their comrades were down there. "Let. Go. Rixa." Tris dished the order, and when it wasn't followed? The woman nearly growled and then flat footed a boot against Rixa's helmet to quite literally kick him down the hole. She waited for him to drop, and then Tris herself followed suit. Whatever beasty had decided to pick a fight, had chose the wrong team to do so with.

 

[Hinah Dragr]

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Tags: | All the Tags |

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Everything happened all at once, and it was a good thing that Hinah had been getting plenty of those surprise situation sort of training lately. All of the things that just happen that should shock most people - well most normal people - hardly phased her anymore. She had the weapons she needed, though couldn't use the ones she wanted in this situation, and there were enough bodies between them all that this screeching, mutated threat was mowed down in a matter of minutes. The added weight however seemed to do none of them any favors.

The cracking of the ice earned a loud noise from the back of Hinah's throat, and now having so many people with them was a problem. Bodies couldn't move fast enough, and when the ice gave way, she was at the forefront enough to drop like a rock as well. The fall had earned nothing more than a hitch in Hinah's breathing, but impact below took that earned breath right away from her.

She gagged on the lack of air, rolled to her side and continued to struggle to breathe. One of her arms lifted to try and help ease this fact, but the other was pinned beneath her stunned body while her lungs both greedily fought for air, and fought against it. She could hear the others around her, she heard that roar, and she could hear - and eventually see - what was going on. But it wasn't until her lungs started cooperating again that she could pick herself up onto now shaky legs and get as much of a look at this thing they were nor facing off against as the light in the room would allow.

There was no hesitation from there, just slow and shaky limbs while her body was more or less rebooting from the fall. One of the pouches she had on her person was reached into, and a charge was pulled. It wasn't explosive, she knew better than that down here, but she had heard someone say something about flashes. Well, Hinah had an abundance of all sorts of small charges, and therefore yanked the one and tossed it. "Flash out!" she made sure to alert the others, then shielded her own eyes considering she wasn't the only one taking shots at it.

 

[Vren Rook]

TAG: @everyone

Well things went to haran pretty damn quickly.

One minute he was still following his comrades-in-arms and the next he was drawing his blasters and shooting at a bunch of monstrosities that were coming at them from the dark.

And then the ice cracked, sending Siv into a hole.

Just great.

At least Vren was far enough behind to have avoided falling in. Peering into the hole, the light from Siv's glowrod illuminated a monster Vren had never seen before.
"Oh chit!" he cried, holstering his blasters and pulling his rifle from his back. Aiming in the dark wasn't the best, but that abomination was quite big. So he pulled the trigger.

The three HE rounds found their mark. The small explosions on its hide lit up the cavern and dealing some damage at least, causing it to back off a bit. With that, he moved to the edge before dropping down, activating his rocket boots on the way.
"Everyone all right?" he asked, firing another few explosive rounds at the monster.

 

[Siv Dragr]

A B O M I N A T I O N

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The beast roared, its mouth revealing a line of mismatched, but very sharp teeth. Although they were fearsome, the beast seemed to prefer to use its claws to swipe and hack at its opponents -- or were they prey? Mandalorians, some jumping, some falling, all had come after Siv and were now engaging the beast, trying to set the battle on their terms to no avail. It seemed to react negatively to light, which would make sense if it lived its whole life in the darkness. The light made the beast roar and open its mouth once more.

One of the Mandalorians fired a rocket at it, and it burst into a fireball as it hit the beast squarely in the side. But what should have surely condemned the beast to death. . . did not appear to do anything at all. Nor did the blasterfire that was raking it from all levels. To make matters worse, the same mutated creatures, with no eyes and that ran like beasts, were now coming for Siv and the rest of the Mandalorians. "Dank Farrik," he cursed as he raised his blaster and fired at three of them, sending them toppling to the ground with a scream. He saw Hinah, his Clan-Kin, shakily standing and tossing a flashbang at the beast he and edged over to her, shoring her defense up. "You alright?" he shouted over the noise of the battle, amplified by the chamber that they were in.

She didn't have time to respond before the flashbang exploded with a ferocity of brightness. Siv was fortunate enough for his helmet's vision to be able to instantly adjust and prevent him from blinding, and he saw the beast open its gaping maw wide as it reeled from the flashbang. Suddenly an idea popped into his head, and he raised his blaster and fired through the beast's mouth and into its body. But the moment of opportunity had once again passed.

It didn't kill it, but it was obvious that it did the damage. "Stun it with the flashbangs and then shoot inside its mouth," he shouted over comms to the rest of the Mandalorians. It looked like it was the only way to take down this thing.
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