Wearing:
Gladiator Armor
Armed With:
Five Rings
Objective: Shadow Crown.
It had been
quite a while since she had operated in Alliance Space. After Exogal, where her reputation for slaughter had reached its absolute zenith, she had disappeared from Alliance Space, and the tales of her horrifying cruelty and savagery to the Mawites spread and grew only
slightly larger than the actual truth, because there had been no real playing up
or down when the truth was more bloody than any tall tale. The Demon of Jedha, as she had come to be known, was now some sort of ironic scary story told to the Alliance's own children rather than those of one's enemies, who didn't need reminding, as many of them had died by her hands.
The Alliance had been wary enough of her by the end that she was convinced they had deliberately targeted her with a Starfighter strafing run on Metallos. By the end of the war, Lynda flat out hadn't
bothered charging for her involvement in a fight. The kill was all that had mattered.
She hadn't told anyone in The Alliance she was coming except Nathan. She had
never attacked Alliance personnel (unless you count that one time at Epoch she nearly killed the acting Chancellor as collateral damage in her assault on that Corporation) and the courts had dismissed the charges, but it had still been a while so she would have to be wary if she came upon actual soldiers from the Alliance. With enemy Mandalorians, she would behave mostly in a Kill-Upon-Sighting fashion.
Lynda leapt from a roof, using the Repulsorlift tech in her suit to slow her fall as she descended on a squad of Mandalorians.
The mindless "KILL" command that had looped in her databases over and over when it came to the Maw was absent on as the sensors in the Mandalorians armor went active and they
immediately started firing at the gladiator clad woman , her sword point diving into the gaps between the plating on the shoulder of her first victim, even as she deflected the bolts with her gauntlets, superhuman speed reacting to the vicious swipes of three of her attackers with Beskad's and parrying them also, having not even retrieved her sword from the first corpse.
She was honestly
pleased most of them were still alive. Fighting Mandalorians actually forced her to rely on her tactical databases to properly meet attacks that would have killed veteran duelists, dodging the blasts of flame from one's gauntlet and retaliating by kicking a loose speeder door into the Mandalorian's neck, the blunt force impact of which broke it and killed him instantly.
One tackled her with a jetpack, driving a Beskad deep into her stomach. She didn't feel it, and it wouldn't kill her. Instead, she slammed her head into his , causing his Flight in mid air to spin out of control and cause them to both crash into a nearby building.
Lynda hooked her hand under the rim of hold helmet as he desperately continued to stab her, brutally ripping it out of the clamps used on the neck to hold it in place smacked the Mandalorian with it before kicking him off of her and impaling him on debris...just as the remaining three arrived via their own jet pack.
Lynda blocked their blaster bolts and Beskad strikes with the pilfered helmet, cartwheeling out of the way of fired toxic darts.
Lynda drew the Beskad she had been stabbed with and used it in conjunction with the stolen helmet as she somersaulted and rolled towards them, under constant attack.
She sent her will through the braces and the ancient relics, obeying whoever wore them dampened all light in the room to near pitch black conditions, She could hear them perfectly and to their credit, they managed on sheer instinct and experience to block the first few dozen of her attacks before she finally scored a blow in one's midsection, and his innards slipped out and he almost doubled over in pain but heroically fought on instead, to her surprise... initially, at least, before a second, more vicious gash put him down for good.
She was bathed in flames and shrieked metallic shrieks as she retreated, flesh naturally heat resistant but the stuff she had just been hit with was just short of
Napalm. Even
she would need a minute or two to recover from it.
She crashed through a window, still on fire as the two remaining Mandalorians pursued, whatever substance she had been sprayed with refusing to die out. She saw a pile of gravel at a construction site and used the Repulsorlift tech in her suit to dive at high speed into the pile even as the two Mandalorians stayed on her. They fired rockets at the pile, bursting it apart but there was no sign of her.
The pair landed, not sure what it was or where. Lynda certainly didn't
feel like the terrible Demon that had prosecuted a final ravaging at Exogal.
Something was missing. The rage was gone.
Lynda was terrified of it coming back. Because if it came back, she wasn't sure she could free herself of it the next time.
And yet...
...she wasn't doing so well without it.
Lynda had camouflaged herself under construction site debris close to the pile, watching it explode from the rockets. She was a burned, disfigured mess slowly repairing itself.
Where was it? Where was the spark?
Lynda resorted to cheap tactics, emerging from the debris and tossing a relatively cheap piece of rebar into the less armored throat of one and was forced to run from the Flame thrower of the remaining one at first, before she managed to disable that with a well tossed threaded bolt, that damaged the flame thrower horribly, causing the Mandalorian to be engulfed in her own flames and burn alive, screaming as she cooked in her own suit (GLORY KILL!!!).
The burned Android looked around her, could see The Mandalorians everywhere in the distance, blowing up everything...
Lynda stuck to the shadows as she healed and her suit repaired itself, retracing her steps back to her sword, finding with surprise a few Ukatan Citizens gathered around the Mandalorian the sword was impaled in. As they barely reacted except with general disgust at how damaged she looked from the flames, Lynda realized these must be some of the locals.
"I take it you received the message?" The disfigured Android asked.
"It said to look for you in this general area..." one of the finer dressed civilians said, holding up a heavy long blaster that had been sold to his group anonymously. "We saw you ambush them, so we waited for you."
"Dangerous. Foolish." Lynda chided, her face now repaired enough to be recognized. "Those blasters any good?"
"Well, it takes two of us firing dozens of bolts on full auto to get past their shielding and the weak parts of their armor, but it's better than nothing. Plus, they're crazy accurate..." another answered.
"Follow me..." Lynda ordered, walking past them to look at the drop ships of the enemy coming through.
"I'm going to teach you how to make them
bleed..."
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Makko Vyres
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