Bucketheads vs. Trash Pandas [Mandalorian Empire Invasion of Coalition-Controlled Utapau (Hex 53-N)]

[Joza Perl]

Location: Near the mouth of the Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Post: #7
Engaging: [member="Aryn Spar"]
In the Area: [member="Damian Starchaser"]| | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | ORC

Joza’s mouth hung comically open as the grenade ruptured not to produce a wave of stunning energy, but a burst of pink sparkles. Her head surged forward as she hacked something—blood, but she couldn’t tell right now—against the inside of her helmet and groaned in dissatisfaction as it slid down the side of her face. Though she’d thrown the wrong grenade, the glitter that settled over the felid Mandalorian seemed to distract him at least a little…and then a little more as he inhaled some of the shimmering particles and began to sneeze.

That…she would maybe have thought was cute if he wasn’t actively trying to murder her.

With what seemed like effortless strength, the monster kitty ripped a hefty chunk of rock from the wall and sent it hurtling in her direction. Joza ducked and rolled swiftly to avoid being struck but there was only so much room in the restricted space. The boulder crashed into the wall beside with a tremendous thud, pinning her cybernetic arm between itself and the floor of the cave. She grunted and growled, lurching back and forth as she tried in vain to become unstuck.

The Force shuddered with the lethal blow to [member="Mishel Noren"] and the Zeltron’s eyes widened, ringed with the anxiety wrought by battle and concern for her friends and comrades. Her comm was dead and she couldn't even check up on them and hear Mishel's odd bathroom question. It was strange, she’d never been a fan of the Mandalorian glory-seeking warrior lifestyle but she’d counted some that followed their doctrine among her friends. Family even, her estranged father having been a Warmarshal with the Crusaders. They’d only met a handful of times but Joza’s instinctual need for family and a few harrowing ordeals brought her to accept him. Maybe not as a traditional father, but since when was Joza’s lifestyle conventional?

Another surge of worry hit her, concern that her own blood may be among those who brought slaughter to Utapau today. Then it all quieted down to a lone thought: I’m not dying in a goddamn cave.

Her left hand found her lightsaber hilt, igniting the beam of plasma energy and bringing it against her right shoulder, where phrik and flesh would met eachother. The armor was much lighter on her right arm, compensating for the weight of her armor and the ‘nearly indestructible’ nature of her arm. An arm which had lost all function and now only held her back.

A shriek of pain bounced off of the cave walls as the saber bit through the thin layer of armor then sliced through skin, muscle and bone like butter. The wound instantly cauterized preventing blood loss and she’d have to be fitted for a new prosthetic at some point, but at least she wasn’t trapped.

Her breathing was ragged with physical pain and anger. Not rage, not bloodlust—anger. Slowly she turned towards Aryn, clenching the hilt of her blade tightly. This would not be another Ilum.

 

[Subject 37]

Utapau - The Crystal Caves
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: ORC | [member="Joza Perl"]

Aryn growled, watching the woman from afar. His vision was still blurry, his ears twitched violently and everything was in a daze, but he could see her clearly enough. The Togorian watched as the little pink woman drew a lightsaber hilt and ignited the blade, bringing the heated plasma to her arm and slicing through her own flesh in order to freeze herself. Aryn watched in silence, making no move to attack or finish her within that moment. Instead he waited, and then smiled.

The Warmaster took a single step forward, his leg shaking slightly as the blow to his head still caused him some unease. He knew that he would not be as fast closing the distance between them as before, and he knew that dropping to all fours was too dangerous. So instead he took another steady step forward.

"You have fought well, little one." His voice boomed out, the fur across his face giving off slight sparkles as they caught the glare of lightsabers. "I will grant you a warriors death."

The Togorian continued his slow, steady momentum towards her. His eye was set on the girl, his gaze not even noticing the hammer lodged into the ceiling just a few meters to the left of him. The beskar that had melted across his chest was half matted into his fur, some of it completely gone and revealing a scarred torso. Slowly he continued his steady march towards the woman, claws unsheathing from within his skin and lips furling back to reveal solid beskar teeth.

With every step he seemed to move a mile, dust rising into the air as he stalked towards her.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Location: Pau City, Mid Levels
Allies: [member="Malika Mantis"], [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Enemies: [member="Zesiro"], [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"], [member="Davin Skirata"], [member="Dax Fyre"]



His follow-up shots skimmed the air behind the woman as she dove for cover, none of them finding their mark. Though he had relieved her of the shotgun, and that would be enough for now. The Skirata looked to be in pretty bad shape as he doffed his buy'ce and emptied it of the former contents of his stomach, so that left the very excitable blonde. Her arms kept moving, though this time it was the all-too familiar motions of someone attempting to manipulate things with the force.

Heh. That's not gonna work, little girl.

But hey, no harm in letting her tire herself out trying.

Except the angle's wrong...

He squinted at her, trying to discern just what the kriff she was trying to affect him with.

The arms are too high and that's genuine effort on her face, almost like...

His eyes widened in an instant as realization dawned on him.

...kriff.


WHAM!!!


The debris hit him square in the back before he could so much as turn, impacting the shield held there and knocking his breath away as it sent him clean off his feet. He hit the platform face-first and skidded a good five meters on his belly, coming to a stop with the flaming chunk of whatever it was still pinning him to the duracrete.

Bloody karking forcers.

Planting both hands on the deck, he heaved himself up and shirked the debris to one side, then stood and turned to find his hammer lying next to the Skirata and his pistol five meters from Malika's cover. In lieu of immediate retrieval, he opted instead to return the girl's favor and reached down for the chunk of debris. It turned out to be a wooden beam assembly twice his size, and his armor groaned in protest as he hoisted it over his head and launched it back at the girl.

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Location: The ceiling
Objective: Throw shade
Enemies: [member="Tusk"]

In another world, Fabula likely would have been flattered by the knowledge that her kick carried comparable force to a starfighter crash. In another time, she'd likely have greatly respected the sheer stamina it took a warrior to stand back up after being hit with that sort of impact. Neither of those things were on her mind right now. Right now, she was in a metal tube full of the people who murdered her sisters...or "cured" them, which might have been worse than death. If she had anything to say about it, none of them were leaving this ship alive.

The bodies of a bunch of mutilated initiates hit the ceiling shortly after the two of them did, preceded by crates, weapons, and-

THONGK

...Fabula's hammer. The blast might well have ruptured the ceiling behind her, but Fabula didn't care much. They weren't close enough to the edges of the ship for a topside atmo breach. If she wanted to end this efficiently, she'd need to go get that hammer and cave in this feral pond scum's helmet with it. Fabula was in no mood for efficiency. She wanted blood.

"Ten thousand sisters," she continued. Her voice might well have been a hiss. "Unique. Irreplaceable. A culture that's survived for thousands of years. But you don't care. If your Sith puppetmasters told you to, you'd burn your own armor and salt your fields." Every step she took towards the primary target of her own... psychiatric venting hurt. Shule had done a number on her leg. She'd have to look into a synthetic restoration later. It was obvious the Force wasn't enough for that one.

"I can hear the battlecries now. 'Oya Dar'jetii!' they'll shout. 'For Carnifex!'" Another limping step, then Fabula set her stance - hard on her right, easy on her left, squaring her shoulder opposite to cover her weakness. Wruushii open when fighting a fellow practitioner. It was supposed to be used for trained Wookiee martial artists, but this lump was big enough that he'd probably suffice. "Where's your false Mand'alor now, dog? How about Carnifex? I bet that out of the two of them, you only know where one is."

Her eyes narrowed behind her visor. "Which one is leading you into battle, dog?"

 

[Aryn Teth]

Aryn Teth

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Pau City, Utapau, Tarabba Sector, The Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: The Outer Rim Coalition, Galactic Alliance Volunteers​

Enemies: The Mandalorian Empire, [member="Koda Fett"]​

Aryn's eyes watched Fett closely as he removed his finger from his gauntlet, deciding against utilizing the weapon further or, it seemed, any other one of the weapons that was hidden within his gauntlet. A moment passed, a long and silent moment that remained still as the standoff between the two men intensified. Aryn stood with his blade ready, waiting for his opponent to make his next move. The standoff lasted for only a fraction of a moment, but in Aryn's heightened state of awareness, watching Fett closely as the two men stood only a few feet from one another, it felt like an eternity before Aryn saw the man's hand finally shift to the blasters on his side.

He expected that the bounty hunter would have had more than just his carbine, they always seemed to have more to their disposal than what was plain and obvious. Yet, as Aryn brought his blade up, beginning to deflect and block the bolts with his saber, he could tell something was strange. The pattern of Fett's aiming was erratic, there was clearly no genuine intent to hit Aryn's body or the vital points, it was almost as if the man was deliberately trying to have his bolts deflected. It was then that Aryn realized exactly what Fett was trying, only a moment too late. He pulled a hand back and went to surprise the man as a bolt slammed into his wrist, causing him to drop and deactivate the blade.

In the exact same moment however, Aryn's free hand flung forward, surging a blast of energy towards the Bounty hunter to hopefully blast the man away before he'd have any chance to cause further damage while Aryn recovered his blade and closed the distance, gritting his teeth to ignore the searing pain along his wrist, pleased at least that his gloved hands has absorbed some of the blast.

 

[Lemon]

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Koda Fett​

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Pau City, Utapau, Tarabba Sector, Outer Rim Territories​

Allies: The Mandalorians​

Adversaries: [member="Aryn Teth"]​

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The shots were successful and he had disarmed the Jedi, that much was a certainty, for how long it would remain that way Fett did not know. It was his plan of attack after all, gauge their methods from distance before moving to disarm. Usually, from there it was slim pickings. There was a planned approach in his methods under the guise of entropy. He had a great many weapons at his disposal, but a simplistic approach was never a bad one. Especially in this manner. The Bounty Hunter would be lying if a hint of joy came from seeing the Jedi yelp in pain as his saber dropped to the ground.

Though it quickly subsided as he felt an impressive force pushing him backwards through the air, and as he had done so his left wrist had frantically raised itself upwards to launch a whipcord cable in the direction of the Jedi. If not for the advanced technologies the attempt would most definitely be near impossible, but of course he had a fighting chance. The chord was aimed towards the wrist, but in truth he wouldn't be opposed to the idea of it constricting his entire body. After all, it was just to keep him away from the weapon - yet it went without saying, Teth was dangerous enough without a Jedi's famed Lightsaber.

If the chord were to wrap itself around Aryn, he would find himself being tugged along and potentionially off of his feet as the Bounty Hunter was yet to hit the ground as of firing it.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Rear Hangar
Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: ORC, Traitors, [member="Fabula Caromed"]
Engaging: [member="Elijah Rekali"]
Objective: Kill the traitor

There was always something about the Mandalorians that Vilaz disliked about. He loved his culture and took pride in it, but sometimes he despised most men and women that he called brother and sister. After fighting, winning, losing for so many years in his life his wisdom and insight grew and sharpen. He never thought that he'd dislike his own people in his youth, but life had a funny way of showing the things you dislike in someone or something that you cared for. There were flaws in everything, but the one flaw in the Mandalorians the Munin hated with a passion was their fear

to change.​

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He had witness it many times. With the damned Alor'e Council of the past, and before the construction of it, they grew with the sins of sloth and gluttony. They were content on being what they were and continued feeding from it. They enjoyed with the venom of Arasuum in their veins and whenever those chosen and loyal to Kad Ha'rangir tried to initiate change within the clans, pawns of the sloth god would silence them with the damnation of democracy.

And that's what the Akaan saw in Elijah. A traitor and coward that feared to change and evolve.

The shoulder rammed into Vilaz and the stock of the rifle made contact with transparisteel visor of his helmet. The transparent metal alloy was sturdy, but it wouldn't void any damage. The Akaan stepped backwards from the kinetic force of the attack, though it did not impair his vision. Vitals were fine. But then another bash came and made contact. Another steps back, this time putting some distance between the two. His vision daze as he saw what was outside of his helmet, but his visor remained intact. He noticed his rifle wasn't in his hands which must've been what had happened, yet that didn't worried him. There were other tools that could be used.

When the Rekali again bashed at Vilaz, the Akaan divert its path with his hands. What came next was a jump, with some help of his repulsorpack, with a front kick that was meant for Elijah's face. Still suspended in the air, the grappling line then activated to wrap itself around Elijah and if successful, a roundhouse kick would be delivered to the man's head.

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[member="Connory"]

The crew on the bridge quickly noticed what had happened to the artificial gravity on the ship as it reversed itself. It would take some time to return gravity to what it was before, but for now the crew had one solution. A temporary solution. Gravity soon became unpredictable as the weather now that the zero gravity took place in every section of the ship. Mandalorians would soon find themselves off the ceiling and drifting in mid air. Of course, most if not all would have a jetpack to help them maneuver around and establish their feet on the floor with the magnetic grip in the sole of their boots activating. Warriors that stayed on the ship to protect from boarders and intruders would form in squads to find this rogue Mandalorian.

Two squads would make their way to the Life Support Control Room that Connory was in. Their HUDs would be able to scan if there was anyone in any room that was adjacent to the corridors they walked in.

Those on the bridge would be on their best to try to counter anything that was being fiddled with.

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Location: Crash site. Outside of Pau City.
Allies: [member="Tryp West"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"] (I think??)
Enemies: To be determined.

A soft and painful chuckle was what she got in reply.

Nothing more to say right now, most of his focus was going into making sure they weren't blindsided by something. There was something going on, alright. The sky grim, smoke rising from the city far in the distance. Invasion? But where were the other ships? This seemed more like an elaborate raid than anything else and they still had no idea who had been targeting them.

Her voice called him back from the musings and Jack noticed the dust now too.

The separation came naturally, which surprised him. They hadn't actually... done this before. Yet it came easy. "Look's like it." Jack cautiously replied, while slowly drawing out his revolver.

Not completely, but enough that drawing it out completely would come easy.

"Folk on top too." This was getting weirder and weirder. Didn't take long for them to approach, but Singh and West kept their distance for now. Was only natural after being shot outta the sky but who knows who- they didn't look like bad folk though, didn't feel like it either. Tired, exhausted, but determined. There was no glee to be found about what was happening here.

Not the bad ones then?

"Heya," Jack called out to their leader, red hair, duster, friendly face for the most part. "Our shuttle got shot outta the sky, any... idea who might'a done that?"

 

[Ronan Vizsla]

Location: Highreach Station
Objective: Break her.
Enemies: ORC | [member="Runi Verin"]
Allies: Mandalorian Empire
Engaging: Now.

Beskar was fine for a lot of things.

Energy, cuts, lightsabers, plasma, all that crap, but there was one thing it wouldn't ever be solid with. Blunt damage was its bane and right now that was what Runi was dashing out against his chest. A series of air-pressed punches ramming against the plate, the energy transferring from the metal to the padding, then straight against muscle, bone and skin.

The armor whined as external pressure tried to dent it. Ronan grunted as something snapped - a rib? just a muscle cracking? Vizlsa didn't know, but he stumbled back against the surprise.

Already raising his weapons to counter an attack that never came.

Greenhorns might have taken a moment to re-orientate themselves, missing the opportunity. But Ronan wasn't like that- instead the beskad was thrown just as the Mandalorian bridged the gap between them again, coming in from the side to hammer her side with his hammer. See how she enjoyed a healthy dose of blunt damage served cold.

 

[Kaia Starchaser]

Location: Gate to the Cave
Opposing [member="Liset Vereen"]

The Diver was here to defend Maelstrom Utapau alongside her faction. The Outer Rim Coalition was formed of people just like her, in all her versions, here or on some other site. Spacer trash. She knew what she was, and she lived it every day. But she was more than that here. She was also a Jedi. And that meant she had to defend against the forces of darkness. And here? Right now?

She couldn’t feel where the light and the dark were. She just knew the world was being raided, and peoples lives were at stake. Was she good at speaking her piece? No. Kaia was not one for people. She knew what was needed of her and she continued to chase that goal. And today it was repelling the Mandos from this space. She grinned as lightsaber met mando-fetish metal. That was what she was hoping for.

A fight.

Kaia had some issues she hadn’t had a chance to work through. With her father, and the Jedi, and the galaxy as a whole. This mando could serve as her outlet. Being pushed back, she merely grinned behind her armor. The dark haired Jedi Knight was waiting for the Mando.

Surefooted pacing as her foe circled, Kaia was waiting, adjusting her grip on her lightsaber. She stepped closer to the Mando as the swing came. She moved to the side, but without the Force misjudged it, the blade hit armor and Kaia let out a gasp of air.

Right before swinging the blade aggressively at the back of her foe.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Utapau's atmosphere
Objective: Patrolling Utapau's skies Engage the bucketheads' air assets and fight her mental demons
Allies: ORC [member="Jax Rhane"] [member="Vaudin Miir"] [member="Rayf Vigil"] [member="Jorus Merrill"] (directly) [member="Aryn Teth"] (indirectly)
Enemies: Mandalorians [member="Vilaz Munin"]

"The enemy air assets are now spread so thin that we might have a chance at hitting, and maybe even disabling, the bucketheads' flagship!" she repeated to both [member="Jax Rhane"] and [member="Rayf Vigil"]. "Supreme Commander to Alchemist Actual; do you need an airstrike?" she asked [member="Aryn Teth"] on a different frequency, but related to the starfighter frequencies.

"Jane, how you could claim that the enemy airpower is spread that thin if the enemy is down to two and a half squadrons?" Wololo questioned.

It seems that Rayf is still too busy engaging whatever enemies there are, she thought, while she wondered what good it would do to repeat the intel to the Alliance pilots. Shooting down [member="Quoron Viszla"] was of limited comfort, and not simply because the crash trajectories of his wingmen would lead their downed craft mostly into the sinkholes or the upper levels. It also seemed to conjure memories, not of Dagobah, where she was mostly confined to anti-ship roles, but of Ancora, her very first sortie as the CVW commander of the Verdict. That one sortie where dogfighting had more of an impact. More memories were flashing in her mind of various engagements where she had to be both engaging fighters and capital ships, but also thinking of what firepower they had left, and also the path the dreadnought would take if it was mobility-killed. But all that information quickly cluttered her mind, making her unable to adequately think about whether to prioritize the enemy flagship or to prioritize the enemy fighters: it's as if somebody, or something, sought to cause her mind to enter a state akin to a SIGINT blackout, causing her mind to drift away in so many directions at once that her mental presence . She was snapped out of it when a glancing blow from an enemy fighter on her tail nevertheless drained all her remaining shields away. And yet, Merguez was hit by an enemy quad-laser later on, causing his craft to explode in mid-air, with the city also being down the majority of its AA defenses, now having lost two-thirds of the AA emplacements, which would not last much longer at that rate. But those troublesome visions resurfaced, not so much of a past engagement this time, but of a similar scene, earlier in this engagement, flashing in her mind in an all-too-vivid fashion, she turned around, finding herself below the enemy dreadnought, with whatever maneuvering she was forced to take thanks to the barf in her windshield and on her controls causing the enemy quad-lasers to narrowly miss her. Lots of near-misses from the enemy.

"Enchantress, Wololo, Merguez, Cranmore, on me: we're going in as close as we can and strafe the port trench batteries at point-blank range! All other craft, strafe the starboard trench battery"

"At that close range, we won't last long against the enemy dreadnought!" Griet retorted, as she was nevertheless forming up behind Janick.

"We will last longer if we can score firepower kills on the enemy flagship - and we may also take a few of them with us!"

"That's a crazy maneuver: we can't hope to win against the Mandos with them constantly on our tails" Cranmore objected.

"There's no turning back, Cranmore: we have to make those bucketheads pay for their betrayal on Dagobah! Ugh..." Janick retorted, while shaking her head because she still feels the dark clouds hanging over her mind.

"What's wrong with you today?" Wololo asked.

Janick began to maneuver so that she can lock on to a specific spot on the enemy dreadnought, and, from there, fire an ion torpedo at that point, knowing that even five seconds were an eternity as she was closing in, with enemy fighters on her tail. Meanwhile, those parasitic thoughts reared their ugly head once again, as she attempts to close in as close as was possible to the enemy dreadnought: At worst, I'll be dead, the same as those dropships I destroyed earlier by forcing them into a cliff... Half expecting to meet her end, and to become one with the Force, in that dangerously reckless maneuver, the volley of ion torpedoes was fired at the port trench battery, and to later a three-second burst of the heavy guns at the enemy trench batteries, aided by the targeting computer, before moving out of the trench, oblivious to the explosions of hardpoints behind her. With only centimeters to spare against the enemy hull before turning around, she would find herself above the dorsal heavy turbolasers before long. In the end, Merguez was hit by a quad-laser at point-blank range, causing his craft to lose control and at risk of crashing against the enemy dreadnought. Once again, the enemy fighters were made to fly just as dangerously close to the mothership as the ORC pilots themselves were, with some of the enemy craft being on a collision course to hit the very same trench batteries - on both sides of the ship - as that daring run to take out the trench batteries caused the enemy to close in too close to the batteries of their own mothership to successfully pull away, given their maneuverability.

"I'm hit!" Merguez shouted into comms, sounding as if he ate too much merguez, moments before his out-of-control craft collided with the enemy dreadnought, between two hardpoints, and causing all five of his remaining ion torpedoes to detonate on contact.

"Wololo to Alchemist Actual, you're too close! Daring maneuvers can carry the day, but there is only so much you can do without losing our respect!" Wololo scolds Janick, a little too late.

"You do realize that you can't pull off those maneuvers without us, right? That you can't expect to do everything on your own in battle?" Griet asked, in a tone that left no doubt as to its stern-ness. "You clearly lost your mind, Jane: I didn't expect that from you!"

"Next, the dorsal heavy turbolasers!"

Spoiler: Fighters

9 Alakaha-class elite fighters

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

Mandalorian Dreadnought
Airspace Above Pau City
ATTN: [member="Vilaz Munin"]

Stay here too long and he'd die. That was clear enough even before shipwide gravity shifted. The force of gravity on Utapau was about nine meters per second, and the Dreadnought's artificial gravity was now putting out the same force on the opposite direction. The entire ship was now in zero-gee, and internal stresses had done as much damage as they could. Connory floated away from the ceiling and got to work again.

Artificial gravity generator panels relied on compressed spacetime knots, just like repulsorlifts and stranger things. He'd exposed a few of those modules earlier. Tying one to a blast door’s power line and emergency capacitor proved simple enough. To bridge or engineering crew, the upcoming power drain would just look like a blast door triggering, more or less.

Taking that knot module out of the gravity network made this room’s net gravity extremely light and oriented toward the floor. As his new helmet sensors picked up the two inbound squads on final approach, Connory took shelter behind a major life support console.

The blast door opened. The Mandalorians breached the room in excellent discipline, preceded by flashbangs and spraying all visible things with blasterfire. A heartbeat later, the trap activated.

Humans can adapt to two or three gravities. With the right compression gear, four or so. Go much higher and you start running into serious circulatory problems, fractured bones, and so forth. The repurposed knot module burned out after less than half a second. In that brief period, the oncoming Mandalorians experienced acceleration somewhere north of twenty gravities.

Sideways.

Connory winced in unexpected sympathy. He snagged a repulsor pack from one of the many unconscious men and jetted down the dark hall in zero-gee.

 

[Zef Halo]

CRYSTAL CAVES
UTAPAU

The Mandalorian's fingers flew off from the blade's slash. Ember quickly realized that the Force had heeded his will. The bald foe looked as if she was sleepwalking. Her words came through and pierced him. A brief moment of panic made him dig through his thoughts trying to deduce whether he had ventured close to the dark side. He was unsure, dreadfully unsure. But he forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

He took a step back and brought his saber to the Mandalorian's face pointing straight at it. Panting, words came out roughly from his mouth:

"Surrender. Drop away all your weapons and armor..." Ember said, dizziness slowly picking up in his mind. Feet becoming lighter by the minute. He didn't even need to glance at the pellet wound from earlier on his left arm. "...and for the love of the Force - let me get you all medical attention." The Jedi finally admitted.

Death, blood and chaos was all around him.

It was his duty to fix this. As a Jedi Knight.

Ember gave a quick glance up to the emergency shield unsure how much it would hold and if it didn't - what then for him? Another quick glance was given to the mortally wounded Mishel, and another to those barely surviving miners around the blown up control tower. Those who still were alive were still exchanging fire with the Mandalorians but for how long much more? They were miners.

"Call your men off, Mandalorian. Let us save our people." The Jedi assertively said and he meant both people. "This is enough."

Time was running out.

For all of them.

[member="Shia Kryze"]​

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[member="Mishel Noren"]​

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[Zesiro]

Location: Pau City
Enemies: ME, thier allies and [member="Tal Vizsla"]
Allies: ORC, their allies and [member="Dax Fyre"]
Objective: Fight or flight

Luckily the beam connected for Zesiro and it took her target out of the fight. Her attention for the moment was on Dax and she turned only when she saw the physical motion of Tal climbing out from under the still burning beam. Letting out a gulp she had the sudden urge to run. It is what she would have done in the years past. However, she was a different person now...however, the flight desire was still there.

Oh son of a bantha​.

​She watched as he proceeded to lift the heavier than him beam that had just sent him sprawling and almost casually throw it back at her. Zesiro hated to use her one ace move with the Force so early on, but in this instance felt it wise to do just that.

For a brief moment there were two forms of the woman. One stood in place, continued to act and move like her. It also took the full brunt hit of that beam and fell under its weight. The real Zesiro sped forward to fully attempt to engage the Mandalorian. Leaping up into the air, she would aim her feet to connect with his chest. If the attempt worked, then it would hopefully knock him down again with her on top.

If it didn't work...well then she was likely in trouble.

 

[Rayf Vigil]

Allies: Team Trash Panda - [member="Jax Rhane"] | [member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Aryn Teth"] | [member="Jorus Merrill"]
Enemies: Team Buckethead - [member="Vilaz Munin"] (indirectly) | [member="Kal Ordo"] (disengaging) | [member="Quoron Viszla"]
Flight: Separated

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Cockpit // T-110 'Dauntless' X-Wing
Mid Tier

"Negative, all fighters break break break!" frustration filled his voice as he was forced to deny Utapau's local air force led by [member="Janick Beauchamp"] reinforcements, "This sky is too crowded. We're no good to you up here!"

Sweat beaded down Rayf's brow but he didn't dare move his hands to wipe it. Pau City's mid levels whooshed by at breakneck speeds, and the bulkier Dauntless X-Wing had barely any room to maneuver with towering cloudscrapers rising up on either side of him. Some structures had been damaged during the course of the Mandalorian assault, crumbling or ablaze and coughing out plumes of thick black smoke, yet another obstacle for the Alliance pilot to overcome on a course where a single miscalculation at any point would mean his instant death.

No sooner had his flight completed their first attack run on the target Ordo-class frigate above the city, then the skyline had filled with enemy war droids. [member="Jax Rhane"] had no doubt performed admirably in stemming back the tide, but between their measly squadron and what air support the local planetary guard could scramble in such a short time, before long Blue Leader's concerns became less about mission completion and far more about moment to moment survival.

While slower than most X-Wing models, the Dauntless had beefier shields and thick armor plating, which is what saved him in the end. Mandalorians had no problem catching up to him, but over the course of the day so far he had taken several Basilisk pilots off guard when instead of dropping from the sky or kicking on his afterburner, Vigil's X-Wing instead turned on them and stood its ground. Able to take a few direct hits from only one at a time, the Alliance ace had known it was not a trick he could count on forever, and so he had led the war droids trailing him down below the city's skyline.

Down here, speed and maneuverability were no match for timing and innate skill. Rayf banked in a random direction down every third corner, relying on sheer instinct to tell him when he should break. These Mandalorians following him may have spent their entire lives training to fight in battle, but the Corellian had spent his entire life training to fly. Eventually, he felt comfortable enough that he had lost his pursuit in the chaos and tumult all around him, that he eased down on his throttle and banked up back towards the freedom of open sky.

On the plus side, he was still alive and in more or less one piece. Unfortunately, he had lost track of his flight and wasted precious time in the process, not to mention the collateral damage those war droids must have caused in their pursuit of his dart-shaped fighter through lower levels. Guiding his trajectory by sensors as much as what he could see right in front of him, Blue Leader plotted a course through flaming sky to gather his surviving squadron mates and do a little war droid hunting of their own.

 

[Shia Kryze]

Location: Crystal Caves - Main Mine
Objective: Crystal Caves
Crystal Cave Foes: [member="Orn Pharr"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Kaia Starchaser"] [member="Joza Perl"]
Crystal Cave Allies: [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Liset Vereen"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Kervo Namadi"]
Engaging: [member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Mishel Noren"]

Spoiler: Equipment

• DT-29 heavy plaster pistols x 2
• Nadir E-Series Sniper Rifle x 1
• Nadir E-Series Handcannon x 1
• Forcebreaker Grenades x 1
• Thermal Detonators x 1
• Cin'tracinya - the Silver Flame (Beskar'gam) x 1 (damaged)
• Nadir E-Series Armour Underlay x 1
• Stealth Field Generatorhttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Stealth_field_generator x 1[SIZE=9pt] [/SIZE]
• SG-1001 "Vishnu" Military Shield x 1

Spoiler: Accompanying Unit(s)

The Strix

"No." Shia grated painfully. "I cannot surrender, not will not, cannot anymore than you can let an innocent die, Jedi. Scoff at that as much as we often scoff at the Jedi Code, but accept that for me it holds as much truth and weight."

She paused as the world hung on the ragged edge of returning to the previous conflict, then... she didn't exactly sag, but the niggling mass of doubt, of pain and the simple truth that she knew now she probably couldn't win - and that nothing would be gained by any more death or conflict here - seemed to settle into her skull.

"But can and I will stand to truce and let this matter be resolved elsewhere - the whole of the mines and Pau City are target zones and the prey-beacons are lit - they know the crystals are here, I can't undo that even if I wanted to. So will you accept truce to care for our people until this is settled?"

[member="Ember Farseer"]

[member="Mishel Noren"]

 

[Damian Starchaser]

Allies: [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"]​

Enemy: [member="Preliat Mantis"]

With the force Damian fueled himself, as it were, giving him a preternatural speed and strength. He didn't use the force as often as most Jedi and when he did he found enhancing his own physical abilities to be more useful in his normal activities than other outward techniques.

As the gloved hand grabbed his saber and Damian almost let out a sigh. It was an annoyance to say the least and it forced him to deactivate the glowing blade lest be made stationary and immobile, a state that didn't suit him one bit. Forward momentum took him into the man and Damian's enhanced speed allowed him to lift his umbrella and strike up at the outstretched arm of the attacking man across from him hopefully incapacitating the arm by striking the unarmored joint.

That of course didn't stop the fist from from striking him in the stomach. He tensed the muscles and absorbed the blow as best he could, his jacket being rated high against kinetic damage designed to stop a nerf hoof from incapacitating a herder doing the best it could to absorb the assault. Still it hurt forcing Damian to tap into a reserve of energy in order to dull the pain.

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Location: Mid-level​

Nearby Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Tal Vizsla"]​

Nearby enemies: [member="Davin Skirata"] and probably [member="Hylocereus"] soon enough​

Directly engaging: [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]​

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Nothing short of a miracle was going to allow her to dodge that silver blue blade. The stink of seared flesh filled her nose, smile becoming a snarl of pain as the tip punched through her left shoulder.

The tomahawk twisted in the grip again, pulling the back of the blade sharply down towards her shoulder as she kicked out. Malika twisted her leg for the incoming kick, letting it connect solidly with the her thigh, the pain almost unnoticeable in comparison to her searing shoulder, but while the lightsber was impaling her…

She flicked the switch on the bev’kal, it retracted as she twisted away from the blade, the now foot long piece of beskar swinging up for Mara’s jaw.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

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Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: [member="Damian Starchaser"] l [member="Kaia Starchaser"]
Objective: Stack bodies.

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Damian's hit on his exposed joint sent his arm flying backwards, a flare, a web of pain shooting across his arm, traveling all the way up into his elbow. It hurt more than it really should've. A hit from an umbrella should've tickled when hit against his armorweave flightsuit, the outset of Beskar that extended just beyond his elbow- didn't protect him at the angle Damian hit him.

It hurt. A lot.

Put his arm out of condition for the moment, maybe for the rest of the fight. Preliat had to act, quickly. He shot his cybernetic leg out behind Damian, straightening it and making sure the metal was going to make contact with Damian's knee. Preliat went to use his good arm to blade it across Damian's chest, and attempt to shove Damian backward- and the idea being that Damian would lose balance over Preliat's leg behind him- and send him flying hard and fast into the ground.

"Do you know who I am?"

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Location: Landing Pads of Pau City, Outside the City Limits // Tribune Class Diplomatic Corvette.
Allies: [member="Brennan Cabrol"] // ORC
Significant Persons: [member="Bryce Bantam"] / [member="Leo Vandermolen"] / [member="Raveem Va'ah"]
Enemies: The Mandalorian Empire.
Equipment: Arch-Queen’s armour // Ba’Vanim, Ara Zambrano’s Lightsaber
NPCs Present: : Royal Guard (4 members)​

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0-7IHOXkiV8[/youtube]​

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'Cause they will run you down, down til the dark
Yes and they will run you down, down til you fall
And they will run you down, down til you go
Yeah so you can't crawl no more​

Fear approached.

Fear that coated her tongue and sent a thrill down her spine, crimson eyes darting to the left to take in the new arrival, a wicked curl of the lips and cant of the head taking the Bothan in. The predator within uncurled and stretched, the depths of her irises filled with the dangerous interest of a large cat ready to pounce the moment any weakness could be seen. A soft chuckle wrapped around the group as the feline clutched his datapad closer, the warm welcome she might have offered cut off sharply as the copper-haired judge returned her gentle ribbing with his own.

An amused grin curled the corners of Ara’s mouth upwards, a slight narrowing of her eyes the only sign that the familiar expression gracing Bryce’s face had any impact other than polite entertainment. He had much to answer for, this Doctor Bantam, the FIV Executioner merely the latest. Unlike the Knight of Ren, she felt no compulsion to rush the punishment of the rather eccentric Zeltron, despite their rather explosive history. No, she would savour every moment.

"Would love to stay and chat but as you can see all feth has broken loose. Let's take this on the move, mount up and catch me if you can, Oh "Princess Feather Crown" is your's Ara, your stable boy can ride "Lady Copper Tail."

Incredulity washed over her followed by a flash of rage, as the group watched the man remount his own creature and take off, a cloud of dust whipped up in his wake. A hand held out to stop the spiteful commentary that would pass the lips of her companion as the Bothan took the opportunity to scurry away from the hunters in his midst, seeking the relative safety of the Judge’s presence mere seconds later.

”Do not, Brennan.”

The biting commentary and flash of power in her eyes sent the stable hands scurrying, the unusual, yet beautiful creatures brought before her shuffling away as her ire brushed over them. The gall of the Zeltron, to agree to a meeting in which the life of one of his trusted men hung in the balance and abandon it in a moment of desperation. And yet, the Arch-Queen found no surprise in the action. The dedication of the man to his people was the reason she had come here, the reason he had risked the wrath of a Master of Ren, when terms of surrender had been offered on a silver platter at his feet.

Reckless.

Idiotic.

And yet, commendable. There was a grudging respect between the young Zambrano and the fiery man who had at one time saved an enemy for naught but altruistic purposes. Thus, she stood, in the crossroads of a decision, selfishness warring with the bloodlust stirring within. Opening herself up to the Force around her, power filled her veins, flooding her mind and heart with the piercing screams of the dead and dying, agony and rage mixing until she ached to pull it all into her core. To return to the ship, to her prisoner and her revenge, would satisfy the piece of her mind that demanded retribution for the wounds sustained along the Hydian Trade Route. To follow offered a much sweeter reward, the taste of Mandalorian blood on her blade and a battle to sate the bloodlust always just barely tempered by social necessity.

”Return to the ship and alert the Supreme Leader. Protect our investment.”

Her gaze shot to [member="Brennan Cabrol"] , steel behind crimson as she accepted the offered weapons belt from one of the Queensguard behind him. The added weaponry settled across her hips, just below Ba’Vanim, a secondary saber and blaster added to her armaments. Politics and diplomacy could wait, there was blood to be shed.

The harsh sound of expensive fabric shearing in two echoed through the stable, the beautiful ombre’d skirt split from floor to hip in one Force added pull, a wicked smile meeting neutral gaze as she mounted her own Varactyl.

Run.​

The voice, stinging with anger and anticipation was all that was needed to spur the lizard onward, warrior replacing Queen.