Invasion Blackout | ME Invasion of GA-held Yag'Dhul, Kiffu, Thyferra & Ukatis

[Makko Vyres]

UKATIS

SHIELD | ARMOR | LIGHTSABER | DRONES | SHIP | PISTOL​

"They're getting closer." She murmured.

Makko studied the symbol etched into the wall, committing it to memory.

Makko might have taken the time to understand the bond between them, but Cora's ability to use it had likely atrophied. It was worn and frayed, but still there. Makko sent a pulse of his own determination down it.

If they could not win this fight, they would have to coordinate their retreat. Makko didn't know if he could impart that through the Force, but they might not be left with other options.

Jan drew a pistol as she sped forward to be able to catch sight of them. She rounded the corner and there they were, hopping like frogs. Without hesitation, Jan fired a shot at the woman. A golden particle bolt would very narrowly miss her head and zip right past to explode into the tunnel wall a few steps ahead.

<Going somewhere, Jetii?>

The bright bolt lanced overhead and Makko turned sharply.

"We ain't running now," Makko muttered. He spoke quietly enough that the mandalorians wouldn't hear. He hoped Cora heard the determination more than the grammatical issues.

Makko would not run if Cora needed him, but this was bigger than them. Her sith uniform might have left him questioning her devotion to the Jedi, but he would never question how she felt about Ukatis. As a Knight he would not shirk his duty.

Jan resorted to taking offensive attacks by range, Adenn preferred to close the distance with speed using his jetpack to limit the Jedi with their options. In a closed, narrow space like this they should be bold and press their attack in closed range. A walking pair of armories could do more than an open space. The Munin scion rushed at Makko in the air with attempts to aggressively tackle the Jedi and knock the air out of him.

Makko lifted his left arm and levelled his splinter pistol, but the second mandalorian was already closing on him. He fired one shot. The weapon discharged a spread of flechette shards that had been dipped in toxins, but the angle was wrong.

A mandalorian typically had plenty of soft joints in the armour. It allowed them to remain mobile whilst the plates protected the vital positions. With the mandalorian flying right at him, there was mostly helmet, pauldrons and jet pack in his sights.

"Fe..."

The air was expelled from his lungs as he was tackled by the mandalorian. The splinter pistol fell from his grip.

Holding his nerve, Makko wrapped his free left arm underneath the helmet. He tried to get a grip and purchase under the chin. He had spent more years as a street brawler than a jedi and this was exactly how he would deal with someone tackling him in the same way on their feet. With his right hand he aimed punches for the kidneys, or any soft spots b under the chest plate.

Unfortunately, they were not on their feet. Makko was being driven by jet propulsion towards a brick wall. He flung the Force behind him, smashing a hole into the next corridor.

He lost some sense of direction as the pair went into a roll. Makko shoved with both hands and the Force, coming back up to his feet with his lightsaber in his hand.

This was no time for discussions or speeches.

Makko simply ignited his blade and stalked forwards, trying to close the distance whilst keeping his balance.

 

[Sahan Dragr]

Spoiler: Equipment

SHIP:

• "Ure'adtr" Howler Basilisk War Droid​

ARMOR:

• Besk'gathr Mk II​

WEAPONS:

• Tusurki'aa Ta'hye Beskad​
• M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol​
• "O'dteyase Saranuhlr" Modified Vora-Class Verpine Hand Cannon​
• M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle​

ITEMS:

• AXC (10)​
• Mirshir Ka'esr Binders​
• Irya'kadir Smoke Bombs​

AMMO:

• Gas Canisters (12)​
• Slugs (100) |​
• Grulyr'bedtr CryoSlugs (1 Mag)​
• RB-02 "Salt" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• RB-04 "Droid's Bane" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• RB-03 "Force Breaker" Rounds (1 Mag)​
• Tracyn'wuta Pyro Slugs (5 Mags)​
• Hurdisi Photonic Blackout Rounds (5 Mags)​

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Sahan laughed out loud as lightning struck one of the adversaries. <You see!?> He broadcast to them. <The Manda has spoken! Both my Kiffar and Mandalorian ancestors side with me. Are you absolutely positive you want to continue?>

Apparently, they did, his taunts riling them up like he had hoped. One Mando surfing on the outside of a starfighter, while another seemed to be coming towards him really fast in some kind of cool-looking speeder. Sahan just laughed aloud. "Exciting!" He spun in the air, showing off just how much easier it was for him to maneuver than any vehicle. He dodged the volleys of blaster fire that were launched his way, laughing and taunting his adversaries even more as they chased him.

“Haar’chak! (Damn It!) Sahan, I'm down, just got hit by one of these pesky lightning strikes. I’m alright, but my suit’s shorted out. Rebooting now.”

<How?> Sahan replied privately. <Must have been a powerful strike, considering the electrical resistance of the metal. Yeah, rebooting will deionize the armor, and you'll be fine. Next time, hold out a hand and let the antitamper fields absorb the lightning. Sorry, I should have mentioned that. But try not to stay grounded. Lightning is mostly attracted the ground and clouds. Stay off the ground and watch where you fly.> He silently cursed himself. He had built his cousin's armor but had not told her how to operate every little detail. He often forgot that not everyone loved to tinker and figure things out on their own like he did.

The momentary distraction allowed a volley of blaster fire to hit him, causing him to tumble in the air before quickly righting himself. Before he could take off again, a whipcord had attached itself to his jetpack. He turned to look, seeing that the one who had been surfing the starfighter had leapt from it to latch onto him. She was now close enough for his HUD to accurately scan her to identify her as Selle Skern . Sahan just grinned behind his helmet.

<Hang on tight, you're about to go for a ride!> She would not be able to see the wink he gave her as he activated the Icarus system in his armor. He suddenly took off upward with an even louder crack than before, accelerating to over Mach IV! Going nearly one and a half kilometers per second, he sped through the clouds as lighting crackled all around. He quickly made it to the outer atmosphere. He unsheathed his Tusurki'aa Ta'hye Beskad and cut the line, checking to see if Skern had managed to hang on or not....

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TAGS: Suvi Dragr Selle Skern Drego Ruus Yarmin Minerva Fhirdiad​

 

[Reggie Rau]

STORM
AXILLA | UKATIS
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | IMPs | I.M.P
ENEMIES: GA | NJO
ENGAGING: Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris
GEAR: In bio

DELIRIUM​

The hit landed.

Not as Reggie intended, but it drew blood nonetheless.

"Not bad. But it'll take a lot more than that to kill me."

With an inhuman backflip and precision, the Jedi struck again, whips lashing at her arm before she could react. The cortosis-weave undersuit prevented an actual burning, but the force of it caused the pistol to drop from Reggie's hand as it was yanked in an unintended direction.

This only served to fuel the Rau scion's anger even more.

"That a challenge?" Reggie hissed before shooting forward with her jetpack once more. She didn't draw another pistol. Instead, she settled on loosing a torrent of flame at the Jedi from her vambrace. Using it as distraction, she struck again with her beskad, this time low, planning on gutting the Jedi.

Anger blinded the young woman, however, as she accounted for everything except Force-based attacks. Still slightly inexperienced in fighting Force Users, she completely forgot about it in her rage.

It would cost her at some point.

But for now, she put her faith in her flamethrower and beskad.

 

[Rayia Si]

Jonyna Si Ko Vuto Hilal Vizsla
Location: Ukatis, outskirts of capital city

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Rayia felt rather than saw Jonyna launch herself towards the mandalorian. Her tail bristled as it detected the motion of Jonyna's form through the air, fluffing with panic as a result of the sheer velocity. Rayia winced as the two collided with each other, hearing the crack of metal on metal and the ugly snapping sound of ribs being fractured. Each form plummeted towards the ground and Rayia felt her heart jump up into her throat. Hilal had been caught by a metal suit of some kind. 'No doubt enchanted to move on its own. I can't smell anyone within it. But is Jonyna okay?' Rayia thought worriedly, realizing her mentor was now facing a two on one against an unknown opponent. The sound of her heartbeat thundered once again within her ears as the beast surged forwards drawing strength from the stress of her panic. Rayia could feel herself dancing on the edge of shifting, mouth already starting to fill with more and larger teeth than should be possible. The faintest itching sensation as her facial muscles rippled and elongated, drawing into more of a muzzle shape. Digging her claws into the stone, she fought it back but doubled over as she was wracked with another bout of stinging pain crawling up from her lungs. "Eugch," she spat again. Flecks of blood peppered the stone sill of the window. The faint sunlight piercing through the tumult of dust raised by the invasion sent reflections rippling across its glossy surface.

Slitted, golden eyes caught sight of her reflection in the blood's surface and a fresh wave of panic threatened to overwhelm the Felacatian padawan, or squire as Rayia would call herself in the Weikian tongue. That panic was tinged with shame. She'd kept the matter of her shifting nature a secret from nearly everyone, including her own mentor. 'Not that there is a good way to bring it up,' Rayia thought with a snort, "Can't exactly go hello, my name is Rayia. I spend half the time as a beast that can claw its way through durasteel with feline speed and reflexes." No, the few individuals that had found out about this bestial side of her had encountered Rayia at her worst. Two said individuals were of the Order themselves and had rescued her from an Imperial ship, that had been experimenting on her, following her massacre of the crew on board.

The bestial side of her pressed a flash of images into her mind. Images of a silvery poison pumped into her through iv tubes. The screams as stormtroopers in white plastoid armor were rent asunder. Wading through a barrage of blaster bolts which did little more than leave annoying welts on her bony armor plates and metallic fur, like mosquito stings. The slick, coppery taste of blood in her mouth and on her claws. The bestial side of her was always there, watching and learning even as it slept within the Felacatian. "Stop thinking about shifting, you idiot." She muttered to herself, slapping her cheeks with both hands. The more she thought about it, the thinner the boundary became. And the more the beast within woke up.

Drawing her cloak up, Rayia wrapped the scarf-like folds of the fabric tighter around her face. Hopefully, in the grimy light filtering in from above and the shadow of her cowl, her altered features were hidden. Her sensitive ears flicked to attention as she heard Ko address Jonyna. He was telling her to focus on the enchanted suit of metal armor. That he was going to take care of Hilal. Contrary to his suspicion however, Rayia did not plan on killing the mandalorian if she could help it. 'Though that option seems to be fraying by the second,' she admitted to herself and stared down towards the ambusher fruit in her palm. It was ineffective, and Rayia was going to have to start resorting to lethal options if the hunt continued the way it did. She'd given Hilal her chance. Anything more was to tempt fate. So perhaps it would be a better option to swap to a target where she could fight more potently.

"Well, here goes nothing." Rayia said, leaping from the window. As she jumped, she hurled the ambusher fruit towards the metal armor. 'Maybe it will jam up its joints,' she thought doubtfully. She'd seen the effectiveness of the flamethrower at countering this ploy and well, the mandalorians did love their flamethrowers. She remained close to the wall, using it to spring board away from the building if the armor turned to track her. She would land a few feet away from the armor before composing herself into a ready stance. Her light fang, held at shoulder height at a slightly drooping angle, blazed with a snap hiss as the white, yellow-tinged blade sprang to life once more.

 

[Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris]

Location: Ukatis, on a bridge in the city of Axilla
Engaging: Reggie Rau
Objective: IV

The brief moment of satisfaction Cori felt at successfully disarming the Mandalorian's pistol was quickly eclipsed as the woman turned to her, her face filled with such deep hatred that Cori almost felt sick, as if the woman's anger was affecting her physically. The Mandalorian practically spat out her next words:

"That a challenge?"

"No, I just..." Cori began, only to trail off as the Mandalorian sped towards her. She quickly put up a force barrier, to protect herself. It was a good thing that she did, as her force barrier was quickly surrounded by fierce tongues of orange fire. Fire...despite being protected by her force barrier, Cordelia began to shake, covering her mouth with her hands as her eyes went wide with fear. In that moment, the Ersansyr was transported, back into the nightmares she had been having ever since she had become a knight. She saw her master trapped, burning to ash before her. She saw herself running after him, the flames surrounding him engulfing her, swallowing her. Death by fire...there was no worse fate. But what could she do to change fate?

Cori was so distraught that she hardly even noticed as the warrior's blade broke her force barrier as they attempted to gut her. Stumbling backwards, as if in a daze, Cori avoided the blade, which had slowed down as a result of going through her barrier. Her slit like pupils had dilated, and her claws had grown longer as the Jedi became more animalistic, her overwhelming fear causing her body to go into survival mode. Twitching, Cori stared at the woman in front of her, but instead of seeing a woman, she saw the fire she had used against her. And in that moment, her animalistic nature completely overtook her and she screamed.

Cori's lungs stung painfully as her scream let out a powerful burst of sonic energy at her foe. The powerful wave of sound dominated all other sounds of battle, both Mandalorian and Galactic Alliance soldiers paused to cover their ears as this deafening roar shook the debris on the bridge. Cori did not hold back, she was not in that moment aware of the consequences straining her voice like this would have. Her only concern was to protect herself from her greatest fear - dying by way of fire.

 

[Suvi Dragr]

ALLIES: Sahan Dragr
ENEMIES: Drego Ruus | Minerva Fhirdiad | Selle Skern | Yarmin
GEAR: In Bio

Apparently the lightning bolt that got her must have been a huge one, for Sahan himself seemed surprised by the fact. That made it all the more certain that any mistakes that Suvi made could very well lead her into trouble. She was still getting used to this particular iteration of her beskar’gam, made entirely by Sahan himself with a whole variety of different features, many of which she had yet to master. Suvi listened to the tips and guidance her cousin gave to her about countering any further lightning strikes, and muttered a reply in thanks.

“Understood. Thanks. I will work on avoiding being grounded or going up into the clouds.”

With the systems in her beskar’gam fully rebooted and back into perfect combat order once again, the Chiss searched for a shelter and scanned the surroundings for any sight of the bigger Alliance-aligned Mandalorian who had charged into her before. It was unlikely that he had left after making such an attack, therefore he still had to be in the vicinity looking out for her. Perhaps, if she managed to spot him first this time, she might have a better chance of not being struck out of surprise again. Once was more than enough she thought to herself.

There was only so many times she could take such hits before she eventually suffer potentially higher and more lasting damages to her armour and even her own life.

 

[Jonyna Si]

​

Her Foe: Hilal Vizsla
Her Family: Ko Vuto Rayia Si​

You ever feel your whole body ring like a bell?

That's what hitting a mando with a sword at mach II feels like. They say every action has an equal and opposite reaction, and oh boy, did Jonyna feel it.

She fell to the ground, the sting of her muscles having been tenderized going through her whole body, her arms feeling like that had gone through a meat grinder.

“Let me take care of Miss Hilal. Rayia and you can surely deal with her friend.”

It was then she felt the hand of her padawan placed on her. She wasn't exactly in the position to object, even though her instinct was to do so. She wouldn't let her son put himself in harm's way if she had the choice. But maybe it was now that she realized, she didn't. The war was on. The mandos were kicking in the door. Now she needed to let the chicks fly free and earn their wings.

"Right on Ko. Kick 'er ass somethin' gnarly..."

Maybe she had a slight concussion. Maybe she just needed a nap. Alright Jonyna, shake it off. Ko would focus on Hilal herself. Where was Rayia then?

She would land a few feet away from the armor before composing herself into a ready stance. Her light fang, held at shoulder height at a slightly drooping angle, blazed with a snap hiss as the white, yellow-tinged blade sprang to life once more.

Oh there she was.

Alright, shake it off Stardust. Your body might burn, your legs might feel like jello, but you're still in this fight. You're still a warrior, a sage, a knight.

A jedi.

Wiping the blood from her face, Jonyna snarled at the new set of armor. She definitely couldn't feel another person inside it, but that wasn't a guarentee it wasn't someone new. "Alright Rayia, you and me. Let's rocket." With that, she redrew Lucy, and prepped to slash up that new set of armor that Hilal seemed so happy to see.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Ukatis - Axilla, beneath the royal palace
Friendly Tags: Makko Vyres |
Unfriendly Tags: Adenn Munin | Jan Beroya [aaaaaa]
UL-13 "Corporis" Skin Suit | HG-54 Class Verpine Hand Cannon | C-11 Combat Knife | Lightsaber

A golden bolt lanced through the air, illuminating the space briefly before it crashed into the wall directly behind Cora. It missed her by a hair's width – so close, she could feel a flash of heat against her cheek as it whizzed past. There was poor aim, and then there was a warning shot.

As she and Makko sharply turned to face the pair of heavily armored Mandalorians, she assumed it had been the latter.

"We ain't running now,"

Her response was a sharp, cutting flare of anger back down their bond. Not at him, but for the opponents they now faced. Seeing them here - those who dared to attack her home - inspired a wave of protective fury to crash over the exiled princess. An ire so potent it thickened the air and etched itself into the creases of her face.

<Going somewhere, Jetii?>

Makko had been pushed back, tackled by one of the invaders into another corridor. He was a clever Jedi Knight; raised on the streets and honed by Coruscant, she had faith in his abilities.

Cora's gaze did not waver from the warrior before her, eyes burning brightly as the bolt that had seared into the wall behind. She drew on the Force, siphoning it to her like a vampire would blood from a body.

"Tell me," She rasped, something hard and borderline manic in her voice. "What Ukatis herself has done to you."

Unclipping the saber from her belt, Cora leaned forward. Pressure exploded out from her back foot, sending her throttling towards the Mandalorian. Blue plasma surged forward in a series of jabs, aiming for the shoulder and hip joints of the woman's armor.

 

[Amani Serys]

BB-610 - Anna Carden
​

"Well… At least you're honest about it," The Jedi and Mandalorian became locked in a standoff. Amani took her offs of the target only momentarily, exchanging an apologetic glance toward Bee. She really had hoped this would work.

Then, the Mando drew a blaster, and with matching speed, Amani drew her lightsaber, blue beam igniting. But before she could do anything, her senses cried out in warning. The door? She turned around just in time to see the explosive go off, "Bee!" She tried to caution the droid, cut off by the impact. Amani hit the deck in a last ditch effort, the concussive force hastening her fall. The force behind it likely wasn't enough to have seriously injured them regardless, but it didn't exactly feel pleasant either. Ironically, being brought to the ground did help her avoid some of the stun shots aimed her way.

Amani tried to focus on her senses, but it was Bee who warned her first of the Mandalorian's location. She honed in, and leapt towards Anna with a wide horizontal slash of her saber.

 

[Adenn Munin]

C R U S A D E R
UKATIS | AXILLA
MANDALORIAN ENCLAVE
GALACTIC ALLIANCE

AKAAN​

Brave of them to stand their ground and not run away, especially when enclosed and a simple thermal detonator could result life or death in these tunnels.

The Jedi’s efforts were in vain to stop Adenn in the air, tackling the Jedi and his momentum unmatched. Whatever punches landed on the soft spots of his armor would lead to light bruises on his body; more to add on to the number that his body suffered. They were aiming for a brick wall only for a hole to blast through it before they could collide against it. The two men going through it and rolling on the ground to break their wrestling.

The Munin scion picked himself from the ground and his hand went to withdraw his beskad. He could use every weapon he had to overcome the Jedi, but Adenn would rather relish killing the Jedi with his hands and blade. Should it come to draw his other weapons, he would.

His emotions were masked from his helmet, but if Makko could see through his visor, there was a wide grin on the Mandalorian’s face.

<“Yours and hers scalps will be a fine addition to my collection,”> taunting the Jedi, hoping to pinch a nerve. A trick he learned to get under the skin of his enemies, toy with their heads and hope it would be enough cause errors in their techniques. Always on the attack, he swung his beskad at Makko’s shoulder. Test the waters and see how to improvise around the skills of the Jedi.

VOD O’R JURIR
Jan Beroya

JETII
Corazona von Ascania | Makko Vyres​

 

[Raphael Calgar]

[ Location: Thyferra | Corvette Bridge ]
[ Allies: Natasi Fortan ]
[ Vicinity: Dracken Pryce | Maldor Mecetti | Yolaghun | Oyoos Groyuc-Konaasch | Hiro Statura | Vemric Keldra ]
[ Opposition: Jenn Kryze ]
- - - - -
​

Raphael felt resistance as his blade found purchase, the rapidly vibrating blade changing its resonance as it pierced the Mandalorian's arm. He clenched his jaw in defiance, happy to have found some small victory through the overwhelming onslaught. That happiness was short-lived. Pain, white-hot, as the woman's gauntlet blade parted the flesh of his face. A nearly unbearable explosion of light erupted, Raphael's hands quickly rushing to his left eye. "Faaaahhhh!" he shouted, stumbling backward. He blinked several times, the pain excruciating. In his haste to retreat his weapon was forgotten and in the mess of blood he couldn't see whether it had stayed where it was or clattered to the ground - he only stopped when his back bumped up against the bulkhead of the bridge.

The walls were closing in. Frantic now, he blinked hard in an attempt to restore vision to his left eye to no avail. A million thoughts ran through his mind in that instant. How bad is it? Am I blind? Am I going to survive this? Are either of us?

Weaponless. Wounded. He would be of no help now and by all accounts, Natasi was doing her very best to put herself in harm's way despite his best-intentioned efforts. At that moment, a single opportunity presented itself. It was, however, predicated on a decision, one that went against every part of his being but one that needed to be made. Both of the Senators couldn't make it out of this, capture was inevitable. This was only one Mandalorian, imagine if there were more. Raphael knew there were more out there, many many more. Even as his feet began to move again he fought himself, every step towards the escape pod hatch tearing at the cloth he called his honor. There was honor in this though, was there not? To know when one was defeated? To cut your losses and escape to fight another day?

Sacrifices must be made. Through the blood running down his face, Raphael could see Natasi crumpled on the floor, the second crate of seeds just to the side of his destination. Mustering up what fight he had left he lunged, kicking the crate into the pod and slipping in himself. Frantically clawing at the console it took him a few tries but the loud hydraulic hiss of the entry sealing sent a wave of relief through his entire being. Wiping away yet more blood he peered through the window as the countdown sequence initiated. :: Three Seconds :: He could see the Mandalorian standing tall over her now prize, the incapacitated Natasi Fortan. The T-visor of the Mandalorian attacker etched into his memory, every plate and every colored marking. :: Two Seconds :: Raphael blinked again, the sight still evading him in his left eye. The pain brought clarity, it brought resolve. This was only the beginning. The opening salvo in a conflict that would burn across more worlds, chewing up and spitting out the people of the Galactic Alliance. :: One Second :: These Mandalorians, no better than wasps. They preyed, they took, and unlike bees, they produced what? Nothing. They bore nothing but barbs and stingers. Raphael would find out who was to blame, not for the war itself - that was an impossible task but finding this one? The one who'd managed to take hostage a Senator of the godsdamned Alliance? That he could do.

Whoosh!​

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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LOCATION: Ans Corvo, Crippled Diplomatic Corvette
Objective: Prepare for exfiltration
Equipment: Beskar'gam I Blaster Pistol I Blaster Carbine I Deflector Shield
Tags: [ Raphael Calgar Natasi Fortan Vemric Keldra ]

The vibroblade remained embedded inside of the fearsome warrior - but the sight of blood led to a simple, yet powerful revelation. Raphael's foe, as with all Mandalorians, was more than merely a mythological figure of beskar and wrath. No, the boarder was a being of flesh and blood, much like himself... and so, she could be beaten. The quiet figure seemed far too busy freeing her leg from Natasi's arms to stop him: by the side she realized what he was doing, it was too late to rush after him, jetpack or not. Instead, she merely turned her buy'ce to look his way, the Y-shaped visor staring through his soul as she pulled the vibroblade free from her arms with a pained groan, tossing it on the ground. Only now did she realize the damage she had inflicted upon him in this wild slash of hers, seemingly taking his eye in her blind counter-attack.

There would be no forgetting the markings of the one who had inflicted this ghastly wound upon him, even though hers was a rather humble beskar'gam, especially compared to the more ostentatious souls among her people. With a Y-shape for the visor instead of the more familiar T, a soothing blue serving as the dominant color... and twin streaks of white to the sides of the buy'ce. Jenn was, by all means, but one warrior among many. Although neither Karjr nor Si'kayha, she remained a familiar sight to a select few within the Alliance nonetheless. The lack of ornamental details made her rather unrecognizable among her people: but to the Mando'ade, one's beskar'gam was more than merely armor. It was a second skin, and an expression of the soul within.

But to her foe, she would always be the brutally efficient warrior who had taken his eye and claimed his fellow Senator as a prisoner.

Senators were nothing more than parasites and cowards. Jenn forged herself in the fire of truth, and held honesty as her guiding light through the darkness - but these perfidious creatures were all too quick to spin lies, and she detested them. But, for all of her distaste for them, she could only respect the tenacity the pair had shown in resisting capture. Perhaps that was why she returned Raphael's gaze. Or perhaps she merely sought to burn the memory of his face into her mind, just as he sought to sear the memory of her beskar'gam into his own, and let it ignite the flame of vengeance.

It was only when his escape pod departed from the Ans Corvo that she crouched down and went looking through the discarded medical kit to dress up her wound - if only to staunch the bleeding for now. Had the brave, if foolish Senator struck true, her life would be in peril, especially without any form of support heading her way. Only once the crafty smith was satisfied the field dressing had halted her blood loss did she turn towards Senator Fortan, throwing her over her shoulder and carrying her off rather unceremoniously- back to the hallway she had crashed into with her boarding pod. Bringing two fingers to the side of her buy'ce, she quickly patched into her designated comms.

"This is Jenn Kryze. One target escaped - the other is presently in my custody. Unidentified cargo was within her possession, moving to acquire now. Requesting extraction for the cargo, the Senator, as well as myself."

All things considered, she was willing to consider this a partial victory. Of the pair, one had slipped through her fingers, wounded her, and taken off with an unidentified crate - but the other was well within her reach, and before long, her eyes rested upon it, wedged as it was.

"Jackpot."

 

[Gailen Keldau]

ACKLAY
VOID OUTSIDE THE DOME | YAG'DHUL
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | IMPs
ENEMIES: GA
ENGAGING: Kostodu Xyston
GEAR: In bio

DON'T TREAD ON ME​

The kid was actually pretty good.

Used his head to get some distance for a better fighting chance. Gail let him, honouring the fight. The Padawan aimed a strike at his knee, which Gailen intercepted with the beskad.

The Keldau was just about to follow up, when the Jedi toyed with his compassion again.

"What's your name, by the way?"

Gail withdrew, dumbfounded, his helmeted head canting to the side, confusion written all over the visor. This Jedi just kept unseating the young Alor'ad. Gailen may be a warrior, but he wasn't a heartless beast.
<Gailen.> he said, completely surprised. <Yours?> Way to go, Gail. Conversing with the enemy.

A ways off, a couple of booms could be heard. Then a large piece of the dome gave way. Gail glanced that way before looking back at the young Twi'lek.
The Keldau sighed. <Look, things are going to go belly up right now. I'd suggest you move yourself and whoever you can take with you out of the way.> he said. He just didn't have it in him to really kill a guy younger than he was. There some that call him weak for it. Maybe even Yael Kandar , but he just couldn't. <Get out of here. Or I would be forced to get you out of the way. Go!>

Gail was many things, but he wasn't wasteful or heartless.

He'd deal with the consequences at a later stage.

 

[Anna Carden]

Location: Capital City of Ukatis, Tower Battle
Engaging: Amani Serys BB-610

The Jedi was fast.

None of the bolts connected, and the huntress could hear the beep and chirps of the droid, letting Amani know of her location. She thought her plan was solid, but it looked like the small guy was also a considerable threat. Should she take care of the astromech first? No. Too much effort; he's too small and agile, and her thermal vision won't be able to pick him up in the middle of all the smoke and dust anyway.

Continuously strafing, she failed to notice Bee's makeshift tripwire, causing the huntress to lose balance and giving the Jedi enough time to leap forward while the barrage of stun bolts stopped momentarily.

A lightsaber. The first time Anna had ever seen one, and the blue beam was up close swinging towards her direction and fast.

Crap. To her back was the wall.

Without any other option to dodge the horizontal slash, she put up her arms forward, blocking the saber with her beskar bracers. Wrong timing and she could have got both of her hands cut off there.

Trying to push back the blade, she quickly ignited the flamethrower on the left arm with the intent to keep the Jedi at bay and create space, while still firing the stun bolts on burst repeatedly behind the fire. "The strike team will be here soon," Anna announced, trying to fool Amani with an fake threat. "Put the lightsaber away while you still can." Hopefully, it can buy some time before the Mirialian decided enough was enough and behead her.

 

[Reggie Rau]

STORM
AXILLA | UKATIS
ALLIES: Yael Kandar | Mevia Vizsla | Domina Prime | Celt Saxon | ENCLAVE | IMPs | I.M.P
ENEMIES: GA | NJO
ENGAGING: Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris
GEAR: In bio

DELIRIUM​

She had the Jedi.

This was it. Finally, her beskad can draw proper Jedi blood. Give her a moment of satisfaction. It seemed Jedi were more susceptible to fire than she thought.

With that, she went in for the kill, using the Jedi's lapse in concentration to get through the barrier that initially protected her. But just as she was about to strike, the Jedi, who had suddenly turned feral, unleashed Haran...

The scream was devastating. With no helmet, Reggie got the brunt of it. It drove her to her knees, all weapons dropped as she tried to protect what she could. Blood streamed through her fingers from her ears, her nose and eyes. Had it not been for her armour, organs would have been damaged as well. A sonic attack was something Reggie hadn't dealt with before. She had only heard of it from those that had served in 16th Company in the 501st Legion. That had been on Nirauan when the Maw had unleashed a sonic attack of immense proportions, flattening most of the city. Many of those Mando'ade that were there, sported cybernetics of some sort.

She couldn't hear or see anything. For a moment, the Mando'ad struggled against the haze creeping up on her, trying to keep a semblance of control against the sorcery, but it didn't last long.

Just before unconscious darkness took her, her last thought was of her sisters.

Would they find her?

 

[Valery Noble]

Kiffu

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Outfit: Factory Link | Wedding Ring
Appearance: Link
Ship: Link
Weapons: Lightsabers | Double-Bladed Lightsaber
Tag: Vren Rook

Valery's blade swept through the air, not far off from her target, but Vren's evasion had been calculated. Feeling his grip on her arm, she used her momentum to carry through and transitioned into a roll away from him before he could counter-attack. Still, the danger hadn't faded at all, as Valery felt that something was coming. Her perception of time froze as the Force augmented her body and senses, and in what appeared like an instant, she moved out of her roll and swept her blade up using her rotational momentum.

The dart was neatly burned to a crisp and sliced apart, and her gaze focused on Vren. Of all the Mandalorians she could have encountered, he was most familiar with fighting Force Users.

A fact she had to keep in mind.

"Good enough to understand your tricks as well," Valery said, right as another huge arch of lightning split the sky apart. The thunder wasn't something that bothered her, but she knew time was running out. More so for her than for him — the Mandalorians had the upper hand, and she was a vital component in the New Jedi Order. It had been the risk when she fought against Shai, but it was equally as much a risk opposing Vren.

Both were leaders of their respective people.

Deciding to speed things up a lot more than before, Valery got up to her feet and raised one hand into a fist. Every muscle in her body immediately tensed, as the Force screamed, not to target Vren, but the building all around them. The walls, what was left of the ceilings and rooftop, and each floor violently exploded inwards with dust and debris clouding a path through the rubble. It was almost suicidal if it wasn't for one trick she still had up her sleeve.

With a powerful jump, Valery moved up to meet the rapidly collapsing building they were in, only to phase through the materials that would have otherwise slammed her back down and buried her forever. By the time her body regained its normal connection to the world, she had cleared herself away from the immense cloud of smoke and piles of debris and landed on a rooftop nearby.

Now her senses reached out to see if her old friend had managed to free himself.

 

[BB-610]

| LOCATION: Ukatis |
| TAG: Amani Serys | Anna Carden |


The second Amani lunged forward with the swing of her lightsaber, BB-610 took a few steps to the side, working of clearing the smoke. The vents on his tool-bay discs flared with released bursts of air, his chassis beginning to spin in place as to rapidly disperse the dust around them, finally allowing all three combatants to see each other. There's an ear-piercing hiss as Amani's blade ground against beskar, sparks flying, and it left an opening that BB-610 was eager on taking advantage of. His plans were halted prematurely, however, as the Mandalorian ignited her flamethrower, leaving the astromech in need of a new plan-- and fast.

Withdrawing the grapple that had been fired to trip the Mandalorian, BB-610 rushed over to the pair, firing the same cable wire towards the woman's left wrist. Coiling around it, the droid secured a steady grip before tightening the grapple and tugging the Mandalorian's arm to the side, diverting the burst of flames away from Amani. This, of course, meant a scorching heat being flung his way instead, but the BB-unit's bag of tricks was far from empty. Another disc slid open, unearthing his welding torch as it ignited with a spark, only for the astromech to internally reroute his oil dispenser and target his flame output. In a matter of seconds, the sweet scent of gasoline met the air, and BB-610's quaint lighter soon exploded into a volley of fire that clashed with the Mandalorian's.

The room was lit with blinding reds, two streams of flames colliding with one another with increasing fury. BB-610 was keen on doubling down until his dispenser had ran dry; never once did he budge, standing his ground if it meant giving Amani an opening. With all of his efforts focused on keeping the Mandalorian's focus splintered, it meant that he was a sitting duck - he wasn't about to run anytime soon, but that left him without the slipperiness that he'd just benefitted from.

He strained, a synthetic grunt as BB-610 tried to reel himself backwards in an attempt to further drag the Mandalorian's arm closer to the ground. The droid gave a fleeting look to Amani, bweeping as he cried out that he's holding her as best as he can.

 

[Cordelia 'Cori' Eldoris]

Location: Ukatis, on a bridge in the city of Axilla
Engaging: Reggie Rau
Objective: IV

Cori screamed until her voice gave out, elapsing into a fit of pained coughing. The Jedi nearly choked on her own blood, falling to her knees as she spat out the red liquid. Her lungs ached as if they had been ripped out of her chest. Glancing up through watery eyes, Cori breathed a sigh of relief as she saw her opponent had collapsed on the ground. Her sigh kicked off another round of pained coughing, more blood dripping from her mouth to the ground beside her.

"Ma'am," Cori looked up to see a Galactic Alliance soldier in front of her. "Are you alright?"

Cori opened her mouth to speak, only no sound came out. She tiredly nodded instead, watching as her claws on her hands retracted.

"Reinforcements have arrived. We should be able to hold this position without your help," the soldier continued, helping Cori up. "I suggest you get some medical attention. You look like you need it."

Cori's throat burned, but she forced herself to speak. Pointing to her former opponent, her words came out in a reedy, listless tone, scratchy and soft. "That...Mandalorian..."

"What about her, Ma'am?"

"Check....pulse...please."

The soldier nodded and directed another soldier to the woman. After crouching down beside her, they shot a thumbs up to their commander, and picked up the Mandalorian.

"Looks like she's alive," the soldier next to Cori said. "We'll take her weapons and armour and place her under medical care on Coruscant. Once she has recovered from her injuries, you can question her."

Cori nodded numbly again, and allowed herself to be lead to a transport ship which would take her off world. Beside her, the Mandalorian was placed on a hovering stretcher, handcuffed to it, and sent inside the transport. Before following, Cori allowed herself one last look at the battlefield, and silently prayed to the force that the Galactic Alliance would successfully drive back the invaders. With that final look, she entered the ship, and left for Coruscant.

 

[Hilal Vizsla]

Mandalorian Armor

The Mythosaur amor stood behind Hilal readying its wrist mounted slugthrowers machine guns. The two Cathar Jedi made their way towards the Heavy, while Hilal struggled to form a smirk. Her body was starting to shake with a mix of excitement of fighting with her AI controlled armor and the fact that she injected herself with too much Bacta and Morphine. "I feel fired up!" she thought with glee staring at the Kel Dor Jedi. "You really shouldn't underestimate me you gorgeous chithead!" Hilal yelled at Ko Vuto as she signaled the Mythosaur to attack.

In a couple of seconds, the battlefield was filled with a mix of blaster bolts, bullets and as Hilal and the Mythosaur armor began firing at the Jedi. Hilal focused on the Kel Dor Jedi firing with both of her Blaster Cannon and Blaster rifle while the Mythosaur Armor stood its ground firing its Slugthrower Autocannon at Jonyna Si and its wrist mounted slugthrowers at Rayia Si . Hilal flew high in the air continuing to fire her weapons while unleashing mini missiles towards the Kel Dor. "I'm not as weak as you think Jedi!" Hilal growled to herself.

 

[Amani Serys]

Ukatis
BB-610 - Anna Carden​

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The tripwire made an opening, and lightsaber collided with beskar, which reverberated in a shrill hiss. Amani felt the heat on her danger senses just before the flamethrower erupted. She was forced to retreat from the gout of fire, too sudden and too volatile for her to have countered directly. Thankfully Bee had done some work of clearing the smoke, giving her a line of sight towards cover. Amani dove behind a flipped over table, one of the few pieces of furniture left in the room, and ducked tightly as the fire licked over the edge.

While she devised a plan, Bee was already enacting one. The threat of the fire was temporarily diverted, and Amani dared a peek over the table to see the droid trying to pull away the Mandalorian's flamethrower. Not only that, Bee jury-rigged a flamethrower of his own to stand up to the Mando. "Nice one, Bee!" Amani hopped over her cover and readied another swipe of her lightsaber. This cut was intended to be quicker, and more targeted: She aimed for the Mando's blaster first to try and destroy it, or even take a hand if she had to, "Thanks for the warning," She told Anna. She didn't totally buy the arrival of a strike team, but if it was true, Amani now had a heads up, "How about you surrender first?"