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

[Colton Renfro]

Equipment:
TXP SBG-01x Bodyglove, IL-99B 'Doppelganger' Stealth Projector, VOID | ASE-X | | Imperial Monitor Probe Droid,Stun grenade x4, BH 'Specter' Slicer Vibroknife X 2,REC-RCB/01 Enforcement Baton, REC-DC/04 Particle Blaster Pistol; Feverwasp Pattern,SE-61x Particle Beam Carbine, Vibroknife x3 Advanced Stealth unit

TAGS: Argen Vance, Open

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As Cipher 7 and the marines disembarked Cipher 7 began barking orders, "Alright standard diamond formation, guerilla tactics hit and run and traps are the main objective is to delay the GADF, and NJO, and Relay any actionable intelligence to the Mandos, now move out." he said in a stern voice, and he readied his SE-61x Particle Beam Carbine, and activated his Advanced Stealth unit, before deploying his VOID | ASE-X | | Imperial Monitor Probe Droid to scan for GADF and NJO activities, as he the more began making toward the city. About 10 minutes into their advance the monitor droid picked up a small squad of GADF infantry, Cipher whispered in the comms <C> GADF squad 200 meters to the west, I'll take them, Marines continue to city.<C> as he quickly and quietly slipped the jungle-like terrain he came a narrow path in the jungle floor that the Squad would have to come through this is were he would ambush them. He patiently waited for the last member of the squad to get a few steps past him and he then stuck with ruthless efficiency, slicing the member of squad's throat, with a vribro knife, gently easing him to the ground, and repeated this process for other 3 members of the squad, as the he eased the las member of the squad to ground he removed the troopers comm unit for his helmet, no they would have a better idea of the GADF movement and positions

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[Raphael Calgar]

[ Location: Ukatis Orbit Amended to Thyferra | Shuttle Hangar ]
[ Allies: Natasi Fortan ]
[ Vicinity: Dracken Pryce | Maldor Mecetti | Yolaghun | Oyoos Groyuc-Konaasch | Hiro Statura | Vemric Keldra ]
[ Opposition: Jenn Kryze ]
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As Natasi had predicted, the look the junior senator gave her was something to behold. Before he opened his mouth to protest however, he grimly nodded, tucked his own blaster into his belt, and grabbed the crate as he headed towards the bulkhead. I sure hope she knows what she's doing, he thought to himself. It only took him a moment to reach the panel, his eyes struggling to identify the panel in the dim lighting of the corridor. "Ah, here we are," he said. Raphael knelt down next to the panel and narrowed his eyes. Several lines of code sprawled across the screen where normally control functions would be displayed.

# ERROR: Door Sealed due to Pressurization Error # Do not attempt to open. Seek assistance immediately. def seal_door(): pressurization_error = True if pressurization_error: print("ERROR: Door Sealed due to Pressurization Error") print("Please do not attempt to open. Seek assistance immediately.")

That's... not good. It took Raphael a few seconds to realize his mistake. Of course, the door would absolutely be in an error state. Something to do with the boarding pod wedged in their corridor. Probably. He shook his head. New plan. Pressing his thumb against the edge of the screen he held down one of the physical buttons off to the side. A second later, the screen flashed blank and then a new system menu appeared. Oh thank god, he sighed. After navigating a few command windows he input a security code and was presented with a new message in large red letters.

[ AUTOMATIC SAFETIES DISABLED. MANUAL CONTROL ONLY ENABLED ]
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Unfortunately there was one more step he needed to complete before they could abscond down the corridor and hopefully make it to the bridge. Looking to his right he saw a compartment, nearly flush with the bulkhead. At it's base, a small handle. Twisting, he opened the panel and threw the sheet metal to the ground. Inside, what he sought. A manual lever. Without hesitation he began cranking the lever, the doors creaking and groaning with his exertion. Deaf to everything happening behind him, he grunted loudly as the door began to open just wide enough for them to pass through. Just a little further, have... to fit... the seeds. Raphael could already feel the air being sucked out of the corridor by the hole in the hull. At least, for a moment. He felt the ship's deck plating shudder beneath his feet and a hum fill the air - and then just like that the whooshing of air stopped. They must have the shield back online, he mused. Small victories.

With a final crank at the lever, he turned back over his shoulder to see Natasi had moved even farther away, equidistant between himself and the armored figure. Not ideal. He reached for his blaster again, drawing it from where he stood and zeroed in on the Mandalorian's chest plate. If the stories were true, his blaster would do shit-all against the armor but it might cause enough of a distraction to allow Natasi to close the distance between herself and the narrowly open doors. With a grunt, he kicked one of the crates through, letting it coast on its repulsors, the other though was out of reach. Hopefully the other Senator would catch it on her way through.

"Nat!" he yelled, preparing to fire off a blast. "Time to go!"

Why he had suddenly dropped the formality, why he had gone to 'Nat' of all things, he couldn't say. It just felt correct in the moment, perhaps to her chagrin. Pomp and circumstance had a way of finding itself out a window in the heat of combat, no doubt that's what he would recollect later.

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[Anna Carden]

Location: Capital City of Ukatis, Still Camping on the High Ground
Engaging: Amani Serys BB-610

At this stage of invasion, everything was pretty much on fire and there were explosions everywhere, both ground and the air. One Mandalorian vessel got shot mid-flight and barely missed the tower as it plummeted towards an open field. "That was really close," She was ready to jump down and take flight, but since the building was still safe the huntress decided to stay.

Eye back on the scope, it seems like she missed the landing of enemy reinforcements. More troops started to pour down the street, halting the Enclave's advance, and adding more requests for long-range support. While scanning through the key points, she could have sworn she saw someone slipping around and running, but with the amount of heat, her thermal sight had become a hindrance at this point.

Just for a split second, Anna caught a glimpse of a blurry silhouette running straight toward the building she was in before being covered by smoke and fire. As far as she remembered, no weapons or any of that were seen by the thermal vision. Civilian?

"Hey, any of our guys making their way towards the tower?" The Red Raven spoke to the secure comms, contacting several squads of other Mandalorians. The answers were the same, negative. "No? Hmm."

Something feels odd.

Just for precaution, Anna threw an explosive charge behind her. The rectangular device slid on the floor before sticking to the wall near the doorway, before beeping once.

 

[Dracken Pryce]

Enemies: Vemric Keldra | Alasdair Voland [Engaging] | Yolaghun
Allies: Hiro Statura | Oyoos Groyuc-Konaasch

Jaso Sector
Thyferra Star System
Aboard the CDF Kyprin Renegade

Thyferra's annual showers were a wonder to view planetside, the chunks of space rock and ice hurtling through the sky leaving streaks of sparkling fire trails behind them. He'd seen them once during the Second Great Hyperspace War at the start of a relief mission. They Kyprin Renegades, relegated to defensive and aid tasks within "Alliance Space" had been asked to escort a shipment of bacta to the frontlines of the Chiss Theatre. Back then, a group of enterprising Maw raiders had used the meteor shower as cover to slip beneath the notice of the Alliance and make off with the bacta. It almost worked then, the effort only thwarted due to the efforts of a brave Jedi Knight and her padawan.

He was pulled out of his nostalgic musings by blaring claxons. Checking his chrono he wondered if the Mandalorians planned on using this to their advantage. They'd probably thought to use it as a cover to sneak their troops onto the world below. Because the Alliance had pulled them out early, the battle was right in the path of the shower as it hurtled towards Thyferra's orbit.

"Prime point defense lasers. We should be on the outer edge of the shower's path but let's be safe. Hold off on launching those fighters the Commodore asked for we-" There was a crack and a shudder as a stray chunk of ice dented the armor plating of his vessel. Pryce grunted.

"What about those Imperials? What are they doing?"

"Moving out towards the edge of our interdiction field slowly but surely."

"In the next lull of meteoric activity launch Swords 2,3,4, and 6 to engage, keep them harried. We don't need them getting out of range. If we need to we'll move to engage ourselves."

Jaso Sector
Thyferra Star System
Aboard the CDF Sword 2
Docked inside the CDF Kyprin Reneagde

From gunship pilot to ship commander Commander Morgan wondered how despite his rise through the ranks he still managed to serve under not only General Pryce but in the same type of starship for most of his career. He sighed watching the shower from a viewscreen at his command chair. Despite the battle outside he and his cohorts had been held back, a defense for if the Mandalorians got a little rowdy with the rope keeping them in place. He most likely wouldn't have to launch. His crew was mostly new, untested recruits for the Renegades and he didn't much like the idea of-

"Commander Morgan," the little Duros VI appeared on his screen, blocking the view of the battle. Morgan groaned. "The General has commanded the launch of Swords 2, 3, 4, and 6 - prepare to decouple and engage Imperial forces seeking to make their way out of the interdiction field." Imperials?

"Bring up data on the Imperial fleet." Four frigates against that? "Permission to launch fighters when we engage?"

"Granted." Well there was that at least. With a sigh he flipped a switch Sword 2's battle lights engaged turning the dark bridge once only lit by the occasional panel into a red-lit room of activity. Quiet whispers quickly became full chatter as his officers began to prepare the ship to launch. Claxons blared and embarked marines put on their game faces. Pilots made final preparations and were double and triple checking their flight data.

"Sword 2," Commander Morgan said with a sigh, "Launching."

 

[Natasi Fortan]

Natasi did her best to suppress an eyeroll when the Mandalorian identified herself as a Keyatr'ade -- whatever that was. She liked a title as much as the next woman, and she had collected many over the course of her life -- Lady, Governor, Countess, Duchess, Moff, Grand Moff, Supreme Leader, to name only a handful -- but the Mandalorians seemed to take these things to an extreme. Mand'alors and ruus'alors and ver'alors, to say nothing of vods and vodes and alors.

A surprisingly complicated language for a population that Natasi could not be convinced were literate.

"Did you hear that?" she drawled over her shoulder to her companion. "She -- she, do I have that right? -- she doesn't know. And she doesn't care." Natasi could hardly shrug with her arms raised, but she did an admirable job of communicating her point with her hands, rotating at the wrist. "Ignorant and apathetic. Really sums up my experience with your kind rather succinctly. That means brief and clear," she added to Jenn with a slightly condescending tilt of her head, as if to say you're welcome.

"Do you know you're not the first Mandalorian to commit war crimes against a diplomatic vessel I was on?" Natasi went on conversationally, distinctly not dropping her blaster as she had been ordered. Keep her talking. Maybe get her flustered. "It was -- oh -- forty years ago? Thereabouts -- the time doesn't really matter." She waved her free hand dismissively. "The fool -- do you know Kaine Australis, by any chance? I don't know if this is one of those situations where you all know each other? No? Well, he was supposedly one of the lovers of one of your leaders back then -- the fool attacked my ship, Concordia, which not unlike this ship had big, beautiful, unmistakable red stripes on it, and operating on diplomatic frequencies."

Natasi shook her head remembering it. "Of course, the moron painted his -- beskar'gam -- am I saying that right? His gaudy armor -- in the colors of the rival clans of his lover in a rather clumsy attempt to shift the blame to them. I suppose when you're that stupid it is difficult to conceive of an organization more sophisticated than the pathetic little lemonade stand the Mandalorians operated at the time, but unfortunately for him I was at that time leading the galaxy's reigning superpower. His little sham would have fallen apart under the investigation of three particularly precocious toddlers, let alone the First Order Security Bureau."

She still hadn't thrown down the gun, and she was gesturing with her hands now. Natasi favored Jenn with her dazzling sovereign's smile, the one she used when being photographed and shaking hands with her subjects, and leaned forward a little, as if sharing a little bon mot with a new friend. "This is all by way of saying I was just about to mention that I've been boarded by better war criminal Mandalorians than you, but thinking back on the intellectual and moral black hole that is Kaine Australis, I have to say that would be deeply unfair to you -- " She canted her head as she heard the doors being cranked open behind her. " -- since we've just met. I'm sure you'll be leagues ahead of Australis and -- what was her name? Something Mantis. At any rate -- "

Nat! Time to go!

Blasterfire erupted behind her, and Natasi dropped back, raising her own blaster and adding to it. She aimed at the black parts of the armor, assuming they were less protected than the shiny blue metal, but her concentration was on her movement. Natasi ducked for cover behind the repulsorcrate's limited protection, pulling it back with her as she retreated toward the door. She managed to slip through, but the crate caught on something, getting wedged into the doorway's mechanical jaws. "It won't budge," she gasped to Raphael. "You'll have to share yours. And Raphael -- if you call me Nat again I'm taking them all."

Raphael Calgar | Jenn Kryze​

 

[Jenn Kryze]

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LOCATION: Ans Corvo, Crippled Diplomatic Corvette
Objective: Capture the Senators
Equipment: Beskar'gam I Blaster Pistol I Blaster Carbine I Deflector Shield
Tags: [ Raphael Calgar Natasi Fortan ]

Jenn was not stupid. She could see the grand gestures made by the woman, the attempt to garner all of the boarder's attention with her words and motions, from her refusal to drop the blaster as she had been ordered to the sheer contempt behind each and every syllable she uttered. Had it been a Crusader in her stead, the Kayatr'ade had no doubt they would have already murdered her on the spot. A spineless politician, a worm beneath her boot, daring to talk down to her as if she was some sort of savage, a mindless brute capable only of destruction! Yet another proof of the utter contempt the Galactic Alliance held for her people, looking down to them as if they were simple beasts!

Natasi went on about her story, telling her the tale of some Mandalorian whose name she did not recognize. He was either dead, somewhere far away, or completely fictitious. The smith remained silent as the Senator before her went on about the staggering idiocy of Kaine Australis and his attempt at a false flag attack, stewing in her own fury and watching Natasi's colleague from behind the Y of her helmet as a hawk would a mice. She could see him fiddling about with the panel, all too aware that he was looking for a way through: but if she kept her gaze fixated on him, the rambling senator might very well just make a move - and, blaster-proof as her armor was, she was not an armoured trooper. Her beskar'gam was built for mobility, to allow her to swim and fly with ease!

That dazzling smile made her want to strangle the life out of that woman. If she wanted a monster, then perhaps giving her one would be just. "You were leading a superpower", spoke the warrior at last, her voice... not quite the growl one would have expected. In fact, one might call it the opposite. The voice that left the helmet, amplified by the speakers (and thus robbed of its true potential) as it was, spoke of horrifying beauty. The kind that left weak-willed fools to follow any instructions given to them, and even giving pause to those with stronger wills. "And now, you are nothing more than the lapdog of an Alliance rotten to its core."

In spite of the Mandalorian's vigilance, Natasi had done it: she had distracted (or rather, infuriated) her well enough. It was only as the doors began to open that she realized she had been had, flicking her blaster pistol over to stun. The reduced range would not matter: the Senator had approached her enough that she could hit her right where it mattered, and ended up with one target already in custody. Just as she moved her finger against the trigger, however, the Nite Owl realized she was about to be fired at.

Her reaction was quick - a testament to her training, as well as her mettle. The Ersansyr dropped down to one knee, reducing the target profile offered to the pair... and allowing her deflector shield to protect her better. Still, she was being subjected to a barrage of blaster fire, and thus stuck in place, if only until the pair slipped through the door.

That was when she became unreasonable.

With quick and practiced motions of fingers and hand, the blaster pistol was switched back to its normal operating mode and returned to its holster. Mustering to her feet, she broke into an open sprint, turning off the deflector shield as she did so: and, catching a glimpse of the two through the opening in the door, she raised her left arm and lowered her fist.

Satisfaction coursed through her as the armor panels of her gauntlet shifted aside, relishing the sight of the gout of flame as it burned forth and through the gap in the door. Not quite big enough for her to fit. But large enough for her flamethrower to be of use, and to teach these Senators the price of mocking her.

 

[Nelliel Kryze]

MNV-52 'Beviin' Class Space Superiority Fighter
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| Location | Yag'Dhul, En Route to Dodecapolis
| Objective | Escort Bombing Run
| Focus | Kad Wren / Halden Chaussidier

<Another drink on you if I put down this freighter under a minute, Switch?>

Nelliel smirked as she shifted her stick to swerve to the side before pulling back to start climbing high in altitude, <" I'll think about it after we're done here. You were fun to watch make a fool of yourself last time though. Try not to get too cocky and ahead of yourself Hotshot. "> She glanced out the viewport as she watched Kad's missile miss its target, watching their quary manage to avoid getting hit. Not bad she thought to herself, For a bucket of bolts.​

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<That means they're alerting the ground defense too. Maybe you should ask one of the ground-pounders if they can occupy their attention until the bomber arrives?>

She glanced back forward as she listened to Kad continue on before speaking, <" Good point Hotshot, try to not crash while I let the ground pounders know. "> She opened up a channel to the teams on the ground as she spoke, ​

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<" This is Switchblade to ground teams. The enemy may be wise to our bombing run. Prioritize getting their anti-air systems offline so our bombers get a good chance of cracking their dome. Switchblade out. ">​

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She leveled out her altitude as she began to fixate on the freighter that they were dealing with before starting to accelerate to attack speeds coming at Halden Chaussidier from an elevated angle, waiting for her targeting systems to get a lock and chime, her thumbs hovering over her triggers. Come on...Almost got yo- ​

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Her thoughts were interrupted as her cockpit flashed red and started to shrill alarms in response to sensors picking something up. She glanced up as she was barely able to notice the swarm of mynocks descending from above on a collision course with her. She cursed under her breath as she immediately yanked her controls off to the side, her Beviin twisting and rolling to the side as she began to dive back down. A mynock or two managed to latch onto her ship as she continued to curse as they started to greedily suck at her starfighter's systems.​

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<" Mynock strike, mynock strike! Watch your wings, Hotshot! ">​

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| Friendly | @ Skull Squadron / @ Enclave
| Hostile | @ Revenant Squadron / @ Galactic Alliance / @ GA Friendly Pilots​

 

[Elise Ahana-Gwyneira]

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Equipment
Armor	Beskar'gam.
Melee Weapons	Copad'kal, "Ambition", personal Mandalorian Kal.
	Kada'yr, Mandalorian Kal.
	Iviin'Cer, beskar spear.
Pistols	DXN-57 Breachlight blaster pistol.
	BH Durin Charric Blaster Pistol.
	Blitz.
Other	Hallucinogenic knock out drugs and small Mother's Root dosses.
	Auriel Combined Energy Bow.
	Entrenching Tool.

Primary Objective: Protect Kiffu civilians from Mandalorian Enclave invaders.
Secondary Objective: Sister...
Allies: Probably nobody.
Engaging: Mevia Vizsla .
Misc. Tags: Kranak Vizsla Shai Maji Vren Rook .

H E A L T H - B A R:
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Elise slammed into the floor and coughed in recoil. Panting, she grimaced as electricity still sparked at her joints. It was a light shock, but it still made it difficult to move, balance. She winced, pushing herself to her hands and knees. She looked up, sensing a spite so potent, so explosive, that it matched the energy of the lightning above them.

Mevia marched towards her, rifle in hand. There was no face to read, and Elise always had lacking Force Empathy. It was difficult to truly gage what was going on... until...

<"You were always the lucky one. Always! So talented, so smart, so skilled! Everything you set yourself to, you succeeded with flying colors! And it was so easy! You have buir's brains, buir's talent, and buir's Force Sense.">

Elise's eyes widened beneath her buy'ce. It has never occured to her, the prospect of Mevia being jealous of her. Mevia had always been hyper competitive, and disdainful towards Force Users. But she had never connected any dots back to herself. And so, still struggling against the electrical charge, she listened in stunned stillness. Mevia marched closer to her. Even the distant shout of another Mandalorian screaming for blood could not silence her.

<"You chakaar! You don't know what it's like, being born into nothing and fighting every day for survival! You never had to truly work for what you got! I had to train until my bones broke, until everything I had was reduced to puddles, to get anywhere near your level! You stood at the top so gracefully, while I crawled in the dirt!">

She kicked a fallen weapon on the floor, Elise's bow. It slid before the shaking, shocked Elise. She was left mute.

<"You were always so much better than me! And I spent so long and gave so much trying to keep up! But I'm just the adopted Foundling brought in out of pity; and you were born into a family that loved you!">

<"Mevia!"> Elise choked. She reached out - not for her bow, but for her sister. <"You know that's not true! Buir always treated us the same! Aliit ori'shya taldin-">

<"-But I'm still not the same! It's in my blood! It is the undeniable truth! I was always closer to father than mother, and father died a long time ago! He truly understood being normal. You lot never did!">

Mevia snapped her rifle right into position. <"Shab it all! You're a lost cause now! You betrayed your own people! You betrayed me!">

<"Please,"> Elise lowered her hand, tears clouding her vision as Mevia loomed right over her. <"Don't-">

Mevia's rifle barrel slammed right into her head, forcing her down. <"Bic ni skana'din! You're nothing but an aruetyc ori'vod! Dar'vod!">

Elise's heart shattered.

But before anything else could transpire, Elise's Force Precognition screamed at her. She felt her skin tingling, and the air surrounding her changed. Mevia seemed to feel it too, as she pulled her rifle away and doubled back. Elise picked herself up, hearing the rumbling of Kiffu's thunder far louder than before.

<"By the Ancients...">

Kiffu's protective lightning barrier was down. Both Vizsla's activated their jetpacks and flew beneath the closest buildings at opposite sides of the road, they watched as a barrage of lightning hailed down on the street, killed the vod Elise hoped she could keep alive. Elise noticed her fallen weapons sprawled across the yard, and she used the Force to call them to herself. She winced as she grabbed the items and put them back. Hunkered over, she leaned against the building as she shakily put those weapons away.

Did she... even deserve the Kal she wielded? After what she had just heard, was she even Mando'ade anymore?

She heard the roar of the jetpack and looked up. The lightning had died down for a moment, and Mevia was barreling towards her with her jetpack.

Elise winced her eyes shut, not even fighting what was about to hit her. Whatever punishment Mevia brought today, Elise deserved it. She was no monster, but she was still a traitor. And even worse, she had failed to truly be a good older sister. After all these years, and she just discovered the darkest part of her sister's relationship with her. This was all... way too much to take...

 

[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 saw a flash of light behind him and then heard the noise as an EMP went off in the air a fair distance behind him. "Guess I'm going a bit too fast for them, and this darkness probably isn't helping. Artie, can you see who's targeting me?"

://: IT IS DIFFICULT TO GET A SCAN OF EXACT INDIVIDUALS WITH THIS DARKNESS< BUT IT APPEARS TO BE GALACTIC ALLIANCE SOLDIERS AND OTHER MANDALORIANS. :\\:

"Some of the rogue brethren, huh. Can you patch me directly to their comms?"

://: I AM THE CROWNING ACHIEVMENT OF CLAN KYRON, OF COURSE I CAN. :\\:

"Yeah, yeah, all hail the Mind Forge. Now link me through."

://: IT IS DONE. :\\:

"Excellent." Sahan cleared his throat, stopping and hovering in midair, and spoke directly to the Mandalorians supporting the Galactic Alliance. <Good evening, my wayward vode! I have no idea why you would want to support the Alliance. I don't know if you bought into their false propaganda, or if it is merely for the credits. Either way, I caution you against working with them. They will turn on you eventually, as they have with us. They are corrupt and cannot be trusted.

However, if you still wish to fight for them, know that I will still respect your decision, and I will still consider you my brothers and sisters. If you survive this, perhaps we can all drink together one day and share our stories.

But for now, I urge you to think carefully about fighting against me. I am Sahan Dragr, son of Siv Dragr . I am a renowned karjr. I am Forgemaster, heir to the Kyron legacy. Choose wisely.>

With that, Sahan cut the communication. He had said choose wisely, but honestly, he hoped none of them would back down. He was excited for a fight. He was a bit disappointed that he would not be clobbering any of the Jedi that so sorely deserved it, but that time would come. He still was looking forward to this. Even the weather was changing with his excitement, the lighting flashes becoming stronger and more frequent. Sahan grinned behind his helmet.

As if in response to his words, a slug ricocheted off his pauldron. "Well, that was one hell of a shot, especially from that distance in the dark." Of course, his armor was a bright, shiny gold, and his flight systems gave off a significant thermal signature, even with the material keeping his armor cool.

<Hey, Suvi. I got some soldiers and rogue vode that wanna fight. You want in on this? I can lure them to you, if you wanna set up one of your stealthy ambushes.> Sahan took off toward the Faculty again, keeping it under Mach I this time.

"Mando'ad, I accept your challenge. We shall meet on this battlefield."

Turning to look, he spied what appeared to be a Mandalorian chasing after him while riding on the outside of a shuttle of some kind. Sahan laughed aloud. This was going to be quite fun indeed.

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

 

[IC-8808 "Bob"]

SHADOW STORM

OBJECTIVE II​

The blackened streets before Bob strobed red with chaotic blaster fire in the night. He picked off a couple more GA troops from his perch, focusing on the troublemakers in what remained of the enemy group. While IC-7734 "Blaze" and IC-32 "Gears" cut down the larger mass of enemy soldiers, IC-01 "Chief" dealt with larger threats such as mounted emplacements. Bob took his time, watching the GA for anyone that would stop to think about what they were doing. Those were the ones to watch for, as they could take stock of the situation, potentially take charge, and then organize an effective defense. Any time Bob would catch a GA trooper commit the crime of thinking, Bob would level his scope over them, and deliver justice.

One such trooper stopped shooting for a brief moment to take stock of his situation. Most of his friends were dead, and what few remained were getting overwhelmed by IC-7734 "Blaze" and IC-32 "Gears" relentless gunnery.

"Kill him before he surrenders" Sev's disembodied voice seemed to advise, mockingly. Urgency tightened Bob's chest in revelation. Their mission relied on speed and focus. If an enemy surrendered, then IC-01 "Chief" would be compelled by the rules of engagement to detain and process any and all prisoners. Such a delay would spell ruin for their mission.

Carefully balancing his actions between speed and caution, he snapped the crosshairs over the soldier's head and fired.

Satisfied, he zoomed out and recollected his situational awareness. As his scope enveloped the entire scene, he noticed a shadowy figure running up to IC-7734 "Blaze" at an unreal speed. Cursing himself for letting himself get distracted, he tried to bring his crosshairs on the mysterious figure.

Too late.

The figure threw some kind of smoke at Blaze and then bolted for the building next to Bob's.

"Oh, you know that IC-7734 is never going to let you forget this..." Sev's voice mocked.

"Shut up!" Bob snapped back. He focused his rifle scope over the attacker and zoomed in. By the time he got a fix, the target dove into an alleyway and began scaling the wall. The angle was a bit off, with the corner of the wall blocking most of the The Vulptex body as they scrambled upwards.

On Bob's HUD, he tagged the icon on his sensors as it moved upwards. He couldn't shoot it, for now, but he could track them.

He keyed his comm and used his Sev voice, " IC-01 "Chief" I have a fix on the tango, but no kill shot. I'm transmitting coordinate data to you now. Recommending an air strike on the target. We can't afford a stalker right now."

Bob shut off his comm and continued to track The Vulptex as they moved.

Jade Frossilo had better not have fallen asleep on us...

 

[Rayia Si]

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

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Rayia felt a thrill of triumph course over her as she saw the mandalorian take the full impact of the thrown statue. It was almost enough that Rayia could forget the ache crawling down her shoulder from where she had slammed into the pedestal base. 'Ohh. That'll bruise in the morning,' Rayia mentally groaned to herself, rolling her shoulder in an attempt to dissipate some of the pain. She could still feel the beast within howling for freedom in her ears, feeling her bones and muscles creak with the restrained desire to shift. Golden eyes sharpened as she saw a crackling blue energy field spring into life around Hilal's armor and Rayia winced as she heard the Mandalorian crash into a building. The ensuing cloud of dust and debris from the ruined building obscured Hilal as she slumped to the ground, filling the air with too much movement for even Rayia's sensitive tail to detect. Rayia coughed into her scarf as dust filled the air. Her eyes watered, silhouettes of buildings blurring as she swiped a hand across her brow to give them a reprieve from the dust.

Suddenly there was movement, and Rayia groaned. A silhouette of an armor clad figure streamed smoke behind them as they soared up into the sky. Rayia could see though that Hilal was showing signs of injury. Her visor now cracked, was no longer the sleek image of anonymity. Her armor, dented and burned in places where Rayia had deflected blaster bolts back at her, was no longer the invulnerable image it had first presented. Rayia's ears became aware of a soft hissing sound as she felt four lines of motion arc from Hilal towards her. Wary of another missile strike, Rayia was already moving when Hilal shot the canisters and sent the gas seeping down towards her. It blanketed her location, faint tendrils seeking to smother everything in vicinity as it seemed to crawl across the ground.

Rayia first noticed it when she felt a burning in the back of her throat that made each breath laborious and painful. Every breath felt like she was sucking fire down into her lungs. Perhaps to the others, this gas might have only proved a mild irritant, but Rayia had been largely unexposed to it. "Erch." Rayia coughed, feeling speckles of blood tinged saliva fly from her mouth as her body tried to fight off the irritant. Rayia tugged her scarf tighter around her face, covering her mouth with one hand as she glanced around for where to go. Vaguely, Rayia could make out the dim outline of a building. Its gloomy interior seeming to provide a possible safe haven from the gas as it swayed in and out of Rayia's vision. She stumbled into it, leaning heavily on the nearest wall. Her fingers shifted, bones cracking and muscles rippling, as a momentary slip in her restraint drove bestial claws through the durasteel. It had once been a family's home, judging from the splinters of wood piled in one corner that had once been a cabinet. Though now, the empty shelves swinging on their hinges, the crumbling sections of wood where the floor had given out, and the spiderweb cracks in the transparasteel windows gave the house a hollow and forlorn presence.

The gust of wind ruffled her fur and Rayia sucked in untainted gulps of air like a drowning woman as soon as the wind had swept away the gas from her location. From the second story window, she could just about spot Jonyna leaping at Hilal. Rayia swiped at her eyes furiously, drying them with the back of her leather vambrace. 'Jonyna is fighting. You are not going to sit here like some frightened cub on her first hunt. Not again! Pick yourself up and move!' Rayia chastised herself, dabbing at the faint trail of bloody spit trickling from her mouth. She did the same for the laceration across her cheek, tearing a small strip of Kolto bandage and slapping it over the bloody cut. The resulting stinging, throbbing sensation brought her to full clarity and attention once more. Jonyna's actions, while brash, might lead to the opening of further vulnerabilities in Hilal's defense. Vulnerabilities Rayia would make full use of. If she only waited and paid attention. One hand dived into the pouch by her waist again, palming one more of the ambusher fruits. 'Immobilizing Hilal would probably be the best move. For our sakes, and hers,' Rayia thought.

 

[Conrad Derna]

Engaging: Lesha Priest

She followed him into the building.

Good.

The Mandalorian would send the rest of her team on ahead to the surprise he has tried getting her to avoid. Perhaps they had moved on, but Conrad was confident they were still in that direction.

Why was she here?

"Because you were going to walk into a trap, and we never finished our conversation."

He smiled, but it faded. It was a subject he did not want to discuss, and yet he felt compelled to. If she could just understand then perhaps his striving would not have been in vain. If she refused, then he was going to have to kill her.

"And remember… I'm not with them. Besides… what ARE you doing here? Why bring war to the Alliance?"

Maybe she would finally see it his way. They were the aggressors now. No one would doubt that at all at this point. What Conrad did not understand was why. If they were not the empire as she claimed then why…

"Why?"

 

[Yael Kandar]

OPERATION SHADOW STORM
~In memory of The Wardog~

EQUIPMENTS:

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Yael Kandar's Beskar'gam
M.I. Exoskeleton
M.I. Universal Heads-Up Display
M.I. 'Halo' Jump Boots
M.I. Model 6M Hybrid Pistol
ENCL-JR5 Striking Falcon Jetpack
Breshig War Forge Consolidated NML-02VTB Nano missile Launcher
Breshig War Forge Consolidated TBP-01V Tractor-Pressor Beam Projector
Htagir'senaar Whistling Birds
Standard grappling line
Standard flamethrower
Standard repulsor

OBJECTIVE: SECURE THE FOOTAGE, KILL THE JEDI, PLANT THE BOMB
PROXIMITY: Argen Vance | Colton Renfro | Conrad Derna | Cord Starfall | Drego Ruus | Elise Ahana-Gwyneira | Gabriel Pryce | IC-01 "Chief" | IC-32 "Gears" | IC-7734 "Blaze" | IC-8808 "Bob" | Jade Frossilo | Lesha Priest | Lyrrin | Mevia Vizsla | Minerva Fhirdiad | Oren Sol | Rhys Swynol | Sahan Dragr | Selle Skern | Suvi Dragr | The Vulptex | Valery Noble | Vren Rook | Vulcan Krayt | Yarmin | Zorana | KIFFU FOLKS
ENGAGING: Kahlil Noble

KIFFU, KIFFU SECTOR, INNER RIM

The force crashes down around the vicinity of Kahlil, pushing anyone and everyone anywhere close to the Jedi. Thruk wasn't quick enough to react, crashing straight to the roof of a two-story house before tumbling down to the ground, only a few meters away from Kahlil. Mayk and I were able to launch ourselves back with our jetpack, saving some distance from the Jedi Master, yet we were still pulled down. It wasn't a pretty landing nor was it a pretty sight, not that anyone can see clearly how my body grinded on the hard freshly cemented street, how I ended up tumbling ass first in the middle of the pitch-black district. Neither I nor Mayk is in a position to help Thruk and the other eight clan levies that are currently scrambling helplessly near the enraged Jedi.

Shame, Thruk was a good one, but neither him nor the scattering clan levies near Kahlil do stand a chance against him. It's an 18 vs. 1 that soon will turn into a 9 vs. 1 engagement, and we're not getting closer to beating, capturing, nor killing him. But this is the reality of war. We sacrifice our compatriots, friends, family, even ourselves, all for a slightly better chance of a better tomorrow. And right now is the objectives, the customs office bombing, the footage that we grabbed, and the almost zero chance to neutralize the Jedi Master, that gives us a chance, a hope of a thousand decades, that once again our people will live in a galaxy that is docile, that lets our tribe to exist as it is. Maybe it's the War Dogs' life, maybe it's mine, maybe it's Gailen's, Mevia's, Emam's that will be the cost of war. All is an acceptable sacrifice for the tribe of Mandalore. One day.

But not today. For I am the moon that reflects' Manda's light over the tribes of Mandalore.

"Death? I'm not dying today, Noble, Manda still has a plan for me." Helping myself up, I shot a Cryo Whistling Bird from distance, specifically targeting Kahlil's legs, attempting to contain him at his current position by freezing his footing.

The hand that delivers the judgment of Manda.

"You, on the other hand. This Buy'ce will be your last living memory, as it also will be Valery's." An eye for an eye, this is the revenge of an entire nation. Another three blaster shots followed, targeted at his chest, as I walked slowly towards his direction.

One that will lead the tribes of Mandalore back to our proper place.

<Zamirra Saxon coming in, safely touched down on the city center.> A comms came in, confirming the near success of one of our, albeit improvised, objectives.

On top of the galaxy.

<Good. Evac is coming in an hour, keep Rar with you until you reached orbit.> As the confirmation came, so is the predicted lightning. Delaying all evacs, while one struck right into Mayk, who just recovered from the earlier impact. Karkin’ Haran, all we can hope now is that the nature plays fairly, one strike for one strike.

So help me Manda.

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TLDR: Thruk and 8 clan levies fell down defenseless near Kahlil, while Yael and Mayk were thrown away. Yael recovered, shot a Cryo Whistling Bird at Kahlil’s feet, attempting to freeeze him in place, followed by three shots as Yael approached closer (still further compared to the 9). Zamirra reached the city center with Rar, waiting for an evac, coming in around an hour, while the lightning has strucked Mayk, rendering her lifeless.

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[Jax Thio]

Location: Ukatis
Equipment: Travelling Robes, Jax's Prosthetic Arm, Jax's Third Lightsaber, Promise Ring to Jairdain
Tag: Garou Shakti

The Mandalorian emerged from the shadows armed with explosives, pistols, and a Lightsaber.... Jax could feel the Dark Side radiating from the Mandalorian. He was a walking armory like all of his kin are, but he was strong in the Force as well. "Force sensitive Mandalorians," Jax thought. "A nasty combination."

Jax chuckled at the Mandalorian's remark about letting him blow up the facility that he was guarding. "A smartass, eh?" Jax said. "I like it, it's nice to meet a Mando who doesn't have stick up their ass unfortunately....."

He placed his hand on his Lightsaber taking a deep breath. "I can't let you blow this place up," Jax stated unclipping his weapon. "Tell me Mandalorian, were you part of the Sith? The Dark Side of the Force surrounds you."

Jax could feel the warrior ready to pounce, a fight is unavoidable but perhaps if he could show some compassion. "There's no need for you to throw your life away," Jax said his lips curling into a smile. "We can just lay down our arms and just have a bottle of Beer and laugh about the absurdity of all of this conflict!"

 

[Vren Rook]

EN ROUTE TO CORPORATE SECTOR | KIFFU
ALLIES: ENCLAVE | IMPs
ENEMIES: GA
ENGAGING: Valery Noble
GEAR: In Bio

THE BURNIN'​

A warrior's death...

Valery wasn't wrong, not lying. Vren wasn't a Force Sensitive, but he did know Shai well. She knew none of her vode would have done it. It's against the creed anyway. So ask the one who could. It's better than living forever - watching your loved ones pass away while you stand tall.

With a sigh, he removed his helmet, dropping it on the roof to be able to look a friend in the eye.
"Thank you." he said as he did so. "Though I think you know that the action had the opposite effect of what you both wanted. Kranak's not happy for one. Especially because it was you." he added sadly.

The air around them grew heavy, charged.

It was as if the sister-planets were manifesting the turmoil in the hearts of those on Kiffu. Lightning forked across the dark sky with an occasional bolt striking the earth. Vren and Valery were in a dangerous place upon the roof of a building.

He knew it, almost regretting coming here. But the veteran was no coward either. He didn't survive this long in the Galaxy as a bounty hunter and lawman just because he was lucky or possessed extraordinary power to move things with the mind.

He shook his head as he drew one of his pistols again, but didn't level it. Another bolt of lightning hit the ground right next to their building.

"I don't s'pose you'll allow me to be on my way and finish what I came here for?"

 

[BB-610]

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


BB-610 stood in pensive thought, gaze drifting towards the quickest path. Amani's words sat with him, stirring up something nauseating in his system; this Mandalorian, maybe they weren't like Shai or Minerva. Could pacifism even be considered an option? Would he be doing the right thing, letting them pull the trigger first out of sheer kindness? The droid was an optimist, but war very seldom sparked a ceasefire, and putting his faith in a stranger's ideals could mean danger for him, and worse, for Amani.

Almost acting on autopilot, BB-610 chased after his friend, motors whirring as he rolled across the ground before the two of them sped through the tower's entrance. They were in cover, hidden by the raging battle outside, but the astromech had forgotten one thing - the sniper was at the highest floor. And that meant needing to face his biggest enemy.

...Stairs.

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Chassis scaling the final flight of stairs, BB-610 rolled forth onto smooth flooring, his greatest enemy defeated once more. While no words were exchanged, a soft glance was sent Amani's way, a silent check-up to make sure she was still doing okay-- physically and mentally. He didn't know her well, nor had he really evaluated what her stance on war was. She seemed headstrong, confident. Like Valery. He could see how they're friends.

The astromech glared at the doorway to the nearest room, lifeform scanner confirming the presence of their sniper. BB-610 inched closer, opting to take the lead; should the Mandalorian be particularly trigger-happy, he would much rather blaster fire getting unloaded into him than Amani.

Instinct told him to ready his shock-prod, but he refused the temptation. Perhaps he was foolish to be so hopeful, but BB-610 truly believed that he couldn't be perceived as a threat on his lonesome. Oblivious to the explosive charge, the droid entered the room, and with a tremble in his binary, he spoke, offering a gentle 'hello'.

Should he not be immediately blown to pieces, BB-610 would immediately follow up with some more bweeps, hastily telling the Mandalorian that he's not here to hurt them. He introduced himself, warbled chirps steadily announcing his name as Bee, and that he just wanted to talk. His droidspeak was nervous, very clearly fearful of the sniper, but he needed to try.

With another soft bweep, BB-610 continued, telling her that he trusted her, and that nobody needed to be hurt- repeating that he's just here to talk.

 

[Suvi Dragr]

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

The weather was starting to turn for the worst, and lighting bolts were striking in random areas every now and then as the city’s countermeasures had been turned off due to the blackout. The impending battle had yet to start, but Suvi reckoned that it would be starting soon enough, especially with the way Sahan had conducted himself. She had picked up on his communication to their enemies, and she found herself sighing but agreeing with him.

Fighting against other Mando’ade was always regrettable, but when push came to shove, if combat was unavoidable then, fight she shall. With the lightning flashes intensifying every minute, Suvi decided that the time for stealth was over. “Hey Sahan! You know I’m not missing out on this! What with the lightning getting worse and all, I think the time for stealth has passed. What chu’ say? Begin guns blazing in spectacular fashion as always?”

As soon as she finished speaking, she leapt off the roof of the tower she had been sheltering under and fired her jetpack, heading towards Sahan’s current location marked prominently on her HUD. As she was a novice and the most junior family member in their clan, Suvi was more than comfortable with her cousin taking the lead, and she following and backing him up as her more senior vod began the engagement with their enemies.

 

[Raphael Calgar]

[ Location: Ukatis Orbit Amended to Thyferra | Shuttle Hangar ]
[ Allies: Natasi Fortan ]
[ Vicinity: Dracken Pryce | Maldor Mecetti | Yolaghun | Oyoos Groyuc-Konaasch | Hiro Statura | Vemric Keldra ]
[ Opposition: Jenn Kryze ]
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Raphael's lips turned up an incredulous smile. Here they were on a disabled spacefaring vessel, mere meters away from an ironclad warrior of the Mandalorian Enclave, and somehow Natasi Fortan still had chutzpah. "Duly noted Ms. Fortan," he fought back a smile. He'd managed to arc a few parting shots before he had followed her through the partially open doors but now that they were behind them he paused. In the corner of his eye, he saw a flicker of movement, only just enough to spur him into action - The Mandalorian was coming right at them! In an instant he put himself between the gap in the door and his fellow senator, giving her a gentle shove deeper into the corridor. "Go! To the bridge!" His feet pushed against the deck plating as he fought to catch up, to expand the distance between himself and the gap between the doors but he wasn't quite fast enough.

The first thing he felt was the concussive blast of the heat wave erupting from the Mandalorian's gauntlet. It almost threw him off his feet, oranges and reds reflected off the durasteel. Then he felt the heat, the temperature rising along his shoulders and the backs of his legs. Raphael stumbled, barely catching himself with one hand as he stood himself back up and took another step forward. If they could just make it down the corridor and to the bridge...

Raphael's breath caught in his throat, and pain overwhelmingly coursed across his back. "Fuuuuu... Ahhhhhh!" The man let out a pained cry but forced himself forward, stumbling step by step. Before he knew it he had caught up with Natasi at the end of the corridor but the pain had only seemed to increase. It was then that he realized that he was on fire. Another string of profanities escaped him as he struggled to shed his outer layer, each movement sending a shock of pain across the burned flesh of his back. With a final grunt, he dropped his smoldering coat to the deck. Raphael wiped sweat from his forehead, rapidly activating the panel. This one went far smoother, allowing the pair to slip inside easily before sealing the doors behind them. "We.. Made it." Raphael choked out. He could tell the burns on the back of his shoulders was bad, his body rapidly trying to deal with both the physical trauma of it and the pain. Thirst. He'd never felt it quite this acutely, his tongue raw. "Step back," he motioned Natasi away from the door panel. Taking a step back himself, Raphael aimed his blaster at the controls and fired a single blast. With a dying whine the control panel sparked and fizzled out.

It took Raphael a moment to remember that this was the bridge of a ship, missing were the expected shouting of orders, status reports, and bridge chatter one might hear. Instead, he turned to see Lietenant Cawl and Captand Wardlow staring at the two Senators. "Senators, you made it. We're in rough shape," the Captain said. "Looks like you are too lad." the man grimaced as he caught sight of Raphael's burns. "She's coming. We need to be ready," Raphael gasped, pointing towards the doors. "Over there," he pointed behind a row of consoles on the opposite side of the bridge. "If she manages to open the doors we can blast her, she can't possibly kill all of us." An almost frantic tone had edged into his voice, the pain, the adrenaline, the fear starting to get to him. He leaned against one of the consoles and sighed heavily. Get a grip Rafe. You're going to be fine.

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[Vulcan Krayt]

Location: City Outskirts, Kiffu
Objective: Pick a fight!
Equipment: M.I. Model 8 flamethrower | Sword |M.I. Beskar'gam Mk.1| M.I. 'Sunstroke' jetpack | M.I. Model 6 hybrid pistol | M.I. Model 12 shatter rifle x2 | Thermal Detonators | Magnetic Detonators | Perun's Call | M.I. Model 13 anti-material rifle | M.I. Model 29 missile launcher
Enemies: GA
Allies: Mandalorian Enclave
Engaging: Cord Starfall

Strangely, Vulcan had not run into an ambush, the streets were deserted, and nothing was stirring, not even stray animals. Civillians escaped the worst of it. So all there is left is abandoned homes.

Vulcan is many things, but a looter isn’t one of them. So, he pressed on, his weaponry armed and ready to be used at a moment’s notice. There was something about this quiet that was unnerving, as if the planet held its breath, waiting for the conflict to spiral out of control.

So far, that hasn’t happened, giving Vulcan some breathing space, the stillness broke when he heard a voice behind him. A female accented voice, strange, all the civillians cleared off once the fighting went in full swing. But then he spun round at her words, he wasn't a child, he looked like one because he stopped growing.

Once he saw who it was, he bristled, no sith, no exceptions, except for a loophole here and there. Looks like he found his opposition, with that in mind, he now has to decide whether he needs to make the first move.

<"I am no child,"> he says curtly, eying her up. Waiting to see if she made the first move.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Kahlil couldn't break Beskar.

But the armor of a Mandalorian wasn't all their signature steel. His hand lowered further, increasing the pressure on those he had caught. Bones shattered. Whether they lived or not didn't matter to the Jedi, only that they couldn't continue harming the people of this world. And yet, too many plates. His eyes snapped open just as he felt a different danger through the Force. Too late. Ice crackled over his legs, freezing him in place.

Chit.

His saber burned across to try and melt it fully, but it wasn't enough. Not with the next trio of shots sent his way. The pressure he made was gone, replaced instead by the far more difficult attempts to block the shots sent his way. He needed freedom of movement to move how he needed. Freedom of movement and a peaceful mind. The city went black, leaving him further in the dark.

<Inside, now!>

He sent the thought to Serenity who had already started to gather up the civilians they were escorting to the nearest building. Or would have, if they didn't suddenly disappear. Pain flashed through Kahlil's mind as one of the shots went right through his shoulder, twisting him back, almost sending him to the ground. Would have if not for the ice that had his legs. His arm hanged limply by his side as he kept the other up, battered away the next shot into the ground before letting his blade again pass through the ice at his feet.

Freedom, finally. He scooted back immediately, his blade dipping low with every deflection to scar the ground. It'd look like lethargy, but it wasn't. It'd look almost like he was being cornered. His smile was gone, his brow knitted together in focus. The lightning above was freely striking where it wanted to, adding a whole different layer of danger. And opportunity. As Yael continued forward the trap sprang.

The ground below them lit up with a runic sequence. Sith runes, long adapted to the Light by Kahlil, had been what he was carving with every dip of his blade. Attraction. "Let's see what your Manda truly plans."

Lightning crackled above before slamming down for the runes in a crack of thunder in a blinding flash of light.

Yael Kandar