Breaking the Bank (Mandalorian Dominion of Muunilist)

[Strider Garon]

“Strider Garon” Strider answered @[member="The Pale"].

The old dog then looked back out to the rest of his troops aboard the gunship “Alright ladies, final gear check. We be getting real very quick and I want nothing short of grotesque violence from the lot of ya!”
@Atia Santorus @Henry Garon

 

[Lina Djo]

Mia could've sworn she had spent the last hour lost in another world in her mind, snapped back to it at @[member="Strider Garon"]'s call to arms. She glanced to her companion @[member="Serock Hoath"] "Sober yet?" she asked, amusement in her voice. he'd been quite the find on her travels, holed up in a back end bar on Void Station. An Ex CiS, ex Grand Marshall to be precise, someone with inside intel she could use for personal endeavours later on. Wandering without an aim, she'd given him something to do again, given him something to point his weapon at.

The Vornskr scattergun was heavy in her hands with the grenade launcher attached to it. Beskad strapped to her back, blasters holsetered at her thighs Mia was content to wreak havoc. "OYA!" she shouted in response to Strider, the rest took up the call.

@[member="Atia Santorus "]@[member="Henry Garon"]

 

[Hira Mitsae]

The grumpy man snorted. "You want me drunk. That is when I fight best." That was complete bollocks of course, but she did not have to know that. He wondered why the hell he was here in the first place. The Mandolorians.. he had heard of them of course, hard not to with their reputation. Some part of him just wished to get another bottle of 'Effin Mother-in-Law' and take a nap. But there was something about a battle that made his blood flow.

He did not bother to add his voice to their call, useless practice in his opinion. Better to check your weapons and focus on the coming fight, instead of crying your lungs out. Then again, the Mandos had a lot of those fancy rituals. Two knifes appeared in his hands and he started playing with them absent-mindlessly while waiting for the battle to come.

@[member="Mia Monroe"] @[member="Atia Santorus "]@[member="Henry Garon"] @[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Ordo"]

The Witch Elder blinked. "Sorry. Getting sleepy in my old age."

His E-WEB at the ready, Ember kept watch as Ordo got to work. His Force senses were far from the best in the business, but he had a tracker's instincts and Dathomiri spells to enhance his hearing. So he waited, immense gun resting in the crook of his arm in a matter-of-fact kind of way.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Ember Rekali"]

Ordo waited onlu a few moments as he downloaded the information.

"Got it Ner Vod." Ordo said pulling his assault rifle to the ready. "You want point?"

Ordo was ready to move and the imperial garrison was ready to fall.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Ordo"]

"I'll take point, aye." Ember hefted the immense bulk of the E-WEB and its power pack. Had to weigh a good two hundred pounds -- full-sized laser cannon. "Let's get to it. They're regrouping to block the front steps."

The E-WEB spat fire, chewing through the front walls again, sweeping the steps outside of Ember's line of sight. The building groaned ominously.

 

[Strider Garon]

With the aid of the heavy storm and amazing piloting skills, the mandalorian gunships went unnoticed till it was too late for the Sith Capital ship to react. The boarding crafts latched onto her as if they were starving mosquitos about to make a meal of an unawares nerf, Strider’s and companies Craft attaching to the aft side of the bridge tower.

The crews went at the hull with specialized cutting gear that would make quick work of the heavy durasteel carapace that the ship wore for protection. It was painstaking waiting to breach and Strider wasn’t the only one that felt that way. He had done this form of operation many times and always felt the anticipation grow with in him. The moment of truth being upon them, the moment when the steel crashes down and all hell breaks loose. The moment when one does as they are trained to do so they didn’t frak it up for the rest.

*CRASH* went the man sized cut durasteel slab onto the floor of the ship… and now it was GO TIME. “FLASH BANG!” Strider roared in the confines of his helmet, only the Mandalorians and those on the comms would hear, as he chucked two flash bang grenades into the hallway. The hallway was filled with a makeshift team made up of fleet personal brave enough to volunteer to be the first to try and repel the Mandalorans warriors.

*BANG, BANG* Went the two grenades and instinctively Strider thrusted himself through the whole, being the first to breach the ship. His helmet would of canceled out the noise and his flash dampers built into the visor would ward off the extreme light. The hallway was long and clogged with brave men and women equipped with small arms. At the end of the hall way was the Durasteel doubled doors that would lead into the bridge itself, their main objective. The flash bangs was aimed at disorientating those in the hallway, it didn’t stop them from blindly firing. Strider new it was the risk being the first through the hole and he could feel the three blaster hits his armor absorbed as he went through. Though the beskar was tough enough to withstand the small arms, one would still feel the impact and after burn.

Strider was slightly knocked back as he cracked right of the breach, slamming his back against the wall before straightening himself out again and ripping into the repel crew. His first two kills were two naval crew men, humans, with a double tap each from his EE-3 blaster carbine and he laid down suppressive fire so the rest of the boarding crew could sally forth and enter the fray.

@[member="Serock Hoath"] @[member="Mia Monroe"]
@Atia Santorus @Henry Garon

 

[Lina Djo]

Mia moved in after Strider, a smaller and faster target she avoided to much fire from wild blasters. Tutaminis charged through her body to deal with anything else that her armour could not deal with. She brought the Vornskr round to bear, the grenade launcher attachment resting in her palm. Angling the shot upwards she fired into the midst of the chaos, spreading limbs and gore of their assailants across the walls ahead.

Satisfied with the mess made, she began pinned them behind cover with shots from the scattergun itself, the rounds wide area of effect forcing them to duck whether it was pointing directly at them or not.

@[member="Serock Hoath"] @[member="Atia Santorus "]@[member="Henry Garon"] @ Strider Garon

 

[Hira Mitsae]

Bringing a knife to a gunfight, typical Serock-move. Usually it worked out, but it seemed today was the day he would meet his Maker. At least if the girl who dragged him out of his comfortable bar would not help him out a bit. "Lass, mind sharing some gunpower here? Fething knives will not do much at this range."

He loved his knives, but at some point you had to accept the fact that a gun was more useful to kill people. Besides, he -really- needed to borrow some of that Space Magic they were serving. Because being able to shrug-off shots like it was nothing, because you were a Hippy Magician? Well that is just overpowered nonsense, if you asked the Caveman. Not that anyone ever did.

While waiting for her reply he took a swig from his drink, a man could never have enough booze in his belly if you asked him.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

"LET GO OF ME YOU UGLY MANDO!"

"PAR MANDA'YAIM!"

"I DON'T SPOKE SPEAK YOUR LANGUAGE YOU nerf herder!"

Preliat brought his body out of the double nelson lock by body slamming the man behind him, and then turned around. He scrambled over to be on top of him, and chopped his neck with the butt of his rifle. The trooper he was fighting started to squirm and reel in pain, as Preliat looked down at him. "You won't be saying much else with a broken windpipe, now will you?"Preliat growled, and stood over him, picking up his M45 rifle. He dragged it for a while, before placing it over his chest. He marched towards @[member="Ordo"] and The Bear, @[member="Ember Rekali"]. He turned his head over his shoulder, but continued to move. He saw Ember tear apart the building, and looked around.

He tapped The Bear and Ordo on the shoulder, gesturing to the building."Structural weakness! This thing is not gonna hold much longer, we need to move!"

 

[Lina Djo]

Mia ducked for cover, pulled free her blasters and threw them to @[member="Serock Hoath"]. No words for his stupidity now, but definitely later.

 

[Strider Garon]

Without missing a beat Strider stepped out for the nook he had himself held up in for cover and fired off his wrist rocket launcher down the hallway. The rocket itself was a flechette canister and exploded in mid-air showering the awe shocked imperials with tiny steel spikes that tore into their bodies, adding to more of the gory mess that Mia had begun with her big bang entrance.

Then the old war dog shouldered his carbine to the ready from the quick draw sling and continued with the initiative that the Mandalorians had created Strider would brave the open hallway roaring "NARI!!". leading from the front as he would advance up the right side blasting away with his Carbine, laying waste to those in his way while the other commandos piled through the breach adding to the mayhem.

The hallway was long, filled with smoke, debri, dead and live bodies and plenty of exchange of blaster bolts and still a ways to go before reaching the bridge blast doors.. This was battle, a firefight and the old mandalorian’s blood was boiling with excitement. This was what he was born for, this was life for him.

 

[Lina Djo]

There was no hope for the Imperials as the tidal wave of mandalorians swept through them, killing without mercy, without a second thought or offer of surrender. If you were pointing a gun at them, you were marked for dead. Mia moved entirely on instinct, only half a step behind Strider, the scattergun rattled on with small booms that removed limbs or opened cavity's. It wasn't enough though, Imperials had cover, Mandalorains were exposed like a nerve, every shot serving only to aggravate them more.

Someone got a luck hit, and a beskar clad mando next to her hit the deck and something in Mia's mind snapped. She stopped firing and gathered herself in the force, throwing her palm out she sent a wave of energy through the corridor that lifted makeshift hiding spots and slammed them together pinning unsuspecting soldiers between them.

Better.

The vornskr's began opening holes in people again.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Ember Rekali"] @[member="Preliat Mantis"]

"He's right, vod!." Ordo called over the sound of his own weapon picking targets. "Haul shebs she comin down."

Ordo backed up still laying down fire as he walked.
"Here give me that blasted thing!" Ordo said as his jealousy over took him. He wanted to play with the E-web too.

 

[Hira Mitsae]

"You have got to teach me that trick.." Really, those Magic Space Ninjas had things easy. Come on, throwing your palm out and letting a tidal wave of air crash into your enemies? That is like.. God-tier, type of stuff. Those blasters were.. well blasted things though, he was not sure why people came up with them in the first place. A knife was so much more precise and clean.

With some effort he started shooting people, really it was so easy. Almost no skill involved, just fething point and pull the trigger. He only missed 3/4th of the time!

 

[Strider Garon]

Strider saw the mando’ad fall after a bolt found its mark upon him. There will be time to weep for the fallen, right now there was killing to be done and the ever so tricky Mia was using the force in such. The force, shattergun and body bits being spread by her own effort was making the ex Mand’alor even more attractive to the old hound. There was no time for such either…… unfortunately.

Further up the hall way, at the cross path between the main drag and two turbo lift lobbies a heavy weapons team stepped forth with one soldier cocked and loaded with Rocket launcher.

“krif!” Was all Strider could whisp from his lips before the soldier pulled the trigger letting the rocket fly. Instinct took over as strider slammed himself against the wall letting the repelled ordiance zip past as did those mandos in the hallway.

*KA-BOOM!* The rocket exploded inside the mandalorian shuttle ripping her from the hall and sending the gunship and its crew and the rest of the party to the dark waters below, leaving a gaping whole behind the mandalorians.

Adapt and overcome, poo-doo happens and best to just soldier on. Strider shouldered the EE-3 and tied into the rocket man, rattling his body with blaster bolts. “KEEP MOVING!” The old man commanded as he kept pressing forward. The objective was still the same, take the Bridge and that was going to be a task in a half with only half a team. Strider could only pray that those Mandos still aboard the gunship would survive the explosion and waters. Rescue efforts will be made once the sith ship was captured.

 

[Lina Djo]

Fury washed over Mia as the gunship exploded behind them. The wielder of the rocket launcher seemed pleased with himself, for the brief second before Strider ruined him.

“KEEP MOVING!”

Mia didn't need to be told twice, she pushed on, scattergun cracking away endlessly. She lifted it again and shot three more grenades down the hall. A blaster bolt slammed into the soft spot under her arm, searing flesh. Mia grunted and took a step back so her comrades could fill the gap. She sucked in a deep breath against the pain, annoyed she'd let her concentration slip on tutaminis. "K'atini, Mia." she muttered to herself. The Vornskr rose and they moved once more. Inch by inch they pushed froward, inch by inch the Imperials were becoming more panicked.

 

[Ordo]

@[member="Preliat Mantis"] @[member="Ember Rekali"]

Ordo relieved Ember of the E-web (because I wanted to post) and waited until the vode were clear. He braced the weapon against his leg and opened up hell on the head quarters. The big weapon tore away chunks of wall and troops as the powerful bolts tore what was left of the building apart.

With a mighty groan the headquarters began crumbling to yhe ground.

"Wayii that was fun." He said barely able to carry the thing. "I have to get one of these."

 

[The Pale]

@[member="Strider Garon"]

"Right you are Strider. Avenge our brothers and sisters in that gunship"! Pale broke cover and started firing as fast as he could with his left gun-slinging hand. His right was occupied by his Runeblade. A Sith trooper collapsed from a good shot to the neck. None would live when his zeal was at its zenith. This ship was as good as theirs in Pale's opinion, only time was a factor.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

@[member="Ordo"] @[member="Mia Monroe"]

Ember cracked out his neck and watched the building crumble. "Thanks for taking the load for a bit," he said. "I ain't as good as I once was."

Sniper fire snapped past his face, and he flinched back. "Gimme some cover fire," he said, darting zigzag towards the building where the sniper was holed up.