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

[Orn'om]

Mandalore - MandalMotors Orbital Shipyards

Too far. The Mandalorian Empire was going too far.

He smiled at a few Mandalorian guards as he passed the through the sliding doors.

Someone was pulling strings. They had to be. This Galactic War, the Mandalorian's sudden shift to join the Sith Empire, it all smelled like someone was moving pieces. He knew how that went, he had done the same in the shipbuilding business. A pair of Beskar blast doors blocked his path. He blinked into the retina scanner and pressed his hand against the palm reader and with an affirmative beep and a short phrase in Mando'a from Zeke the doors slid open with a hiss.

It was here that the Mandalorian Empire's contracted schematics were stored, as well as most of the archived data of MandalMotors such as shipping routes, bank accounts, everything. Well, enough to get what he wanted. With the Mandalorian Empire gone, it was the perfect opportunity.

 

[Tryp West]

Location: Outside of Pau City
Allies: [member="Jackson Singh"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] Trash Pandas
Enemies: Bucketheads apparently!

Tryp and Jack exchanged glances, hands easing on their weapons. The Mandalorians had grown bolder lately, since the return of Ra Vizsla. She didn't know much about the situation beyond that, but the stirrings from across the galaxy were impossible to miss. They had struck several location recently, so it was not a stretch for it to be here, now.

And it explained a lot. Like why no one had come looking. It wasn't personal. They had taken on the role of the Reaver, and that aspect seemed to be all that mattered. Battle for Battle's sake. War for War's sake.

Blood for Blood's sake.

She didn't understand.

As they started to leave the supplies, especially the medical ones, she stepped up, shaking her head.

"Someone else'll need dos way more den we will," she said with a grim smile. "We look a mess, bet we solid, savvy? Bacta's dear right now, dun waste it."

After the Sith had descended on Thyferra, burning it without mercy, the price of bacta was sky rocketing. It was the same reason she wouldn't have let Jack use that small supply in their own kit on her if he had tried. They might need it more later. And it was no longer as simple as shelling out a handful of credits for replenishing the supply.

She considered his words for a moment, one hand up shielding her eyes from the sun and dust as she chewed it over. Dark eyes cast over at Jack and she raised an eyebrow.

It wasn't that much different from when they had met, not really. The chance of people dying increased with no action on their part. If they could do something to mitigate that, well.

"'Member when we met? Dis is da same ting. But ya dun 'ave ta."

 

[Zef Halo]

CRYSTAL CAVES
UTAPAU

While he mended Mishel, Ember carefully listened to every word the Mandalorian said. He did not understand what she said in possibly what was her native language but the tone of her voice implied agreement of some sort. Or he hoped it did.

The words coming out of her mouth made Ember think. He frowned at the mention of the Liberation, while he had information about events affecting Jedi back during his days in the New Jedi Order, Ember was oblivious of Mandalorian events in-depth. It was her sudden pause at the mention of that word that caught his attention but he made nothing out of it.

"I cannot say that I understand, Mandalorian." Ember said honestly. "When a whole group under a single flag attack a sovereign nation, it is hard to take it as the action of an individual." His voice was growing weary with each word said. "But perhaps there is something you see there that I do not." He ended his sentence admitting what he thought. Guilt slowly accumulated within him, his tendency of blaming himself for everything was taking over. Had he taken the right choice? In the end - did the lives of some of the miners that perished from the grenade earlier not a direct consequences of his refusal to let the Mandalorians leave with crystals?

The Jedi shook his head but with uncertainty. "We need to find peace." That was the final thing he said before refocusing on the mortally injured Mishel in his hands. Perhaps he said it more to himself than to the Mandalorian but perhaps it also was targeted at the three of them, Mishel included.

Ember caught movement with his periphery. A rough looking, experienced warrior and...the Neti Jedi Master. He had caught their communique on the comms despite the static. A Mandalorian and a Neti Jedi Master. The Jedi Knight did not have the time nor the power to ask all the questions about the odd combination of a duo.

Especially when his senses in the Force rang horridly wrong. Instinctively, his head snapped back at Mishel from the reinforcement. A malicious darkness rose, its source - the teenager in his hands. He almost dropped her back on the ground as if he was touching the most evil and wrong thing in his life. Twisting and turning, a nightmarish force of darkness was met with...the Light.

Not his.

Not the Neti's.

Mishel's.

An energizing wave hit him like a typhoon as Mishel's eyes opened. He didn't even register her grasp of his clothing tightly. Ember was induced into a tunnel vision at the internal strife the teenager was going through. Without thinking, as if his instincts called him to, the Jedi Knight threw himself into the ethereal recklessly. Into the river of the Light, losing grasp of reality.

To the Force Users nearby and probably those up in the cave, the surge of Force power would certainly be recorded. It was like an explosive fountain of energy, a beacon of the Force as Ember ignited the Light into the battle against the dark within the conflicted teenager in his hands.

[member="Shia Kryze"]​

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[member="Mishel Noren"] - [member="Ijaat Mereel"] - [member="Orn Pharr"]​

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[y'all forcies might feel it too so tagging you]​

[member="Joza Perl"] - [member="Damian Starchaser"] - [member="Kaia Starchaser"]​

 

[Hylocereus]

[member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]​

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It was large and slithery like a worm or grubsy worms. Worms ate roots sometimes, that made worms terrifying. Hylo's branch struck the creature thwaping it right on the mouth. The creature transformed before his eyes from snake to woman. Yes! Hylocereus Valkner, Worm Slayer!

And then a tomahawk hit in right in the chest. Hylo fell from the speeder bike as the ground vehicle continued to propel forward. For a moment he feared his foot would get caught and he'd been dragged behind it but by luck, or more likely speeder design, that didn't happen.

Looking down at his chest Hylo was suddenly glad his company made armored clothing. There was a large sickly green bruise but he didn't bother to check himself. Instead he ran forward kneeling next to Mara. "Hey Mara," he said in a whisper. "Dad sent me." His chest filled with a bit of sorrow. He'd just left poor Jorus. Would Mara understand?

From his backpack he pulled out some healing miracle cure, Bota, and pushed it into her mouth. "Chew," he said the Kolcta patching being applied to wounds. Pheromones proofed into the air releasing a calming wave. "Mara help me help you. What do I do?" Without the force. What does he do without the force. That wast he question. Even now he knew some herbs that would help but he wouldn't be able to create them from seeds, not without the use of his unique talents.

 

[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: No one.

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

"Now is not the time for a..."

Shia broke off and looked up at the noise from Mishel, then stood blank faced for a moment as the surge of power washed across the cave, so powerful even she could feel it - feel it, chit, she could see she shimmering battle between darkness and light.

"Huh." She stated softly, tearing her gaze away to check her patient was fine. Then she saw the treeman emerging from one of the upper tunnels - did everyone know the quickest and less lethal route here than her? Teach you not to survey the terrain. There was a figure with him, presumably the listed Mandalorian. She didn't particularly keep her hands away from her weapons, but neither did she do anything more hostile than rise back to her feet and hurry over to the young Jedi and the... well, whatever she was... Ren, or ex-Ren, at a guess.

She had no idea exactly what she was seeing, but you didn't have to be a Jedi Master to figure the basics out, a quick flick set both undrawn blasters to stun as she trotted to a halt. A dozen sardonic comments crossed her mind, the part of her mind tuned to the battle chatter remarked that things were going remarkably well, all things considered. It seemed likely reinforcements would reach her first, then... things would get awkward. But right now she was alive, her family were alive and they were in possession of the crystals. And no one was dying simply for some stupid ideal, and nor was she breaking the Codex on the orders of Manda'lor, the very idea of which stuck in her throat like bile.

"Talk to me, Jedi. Tell me you're winning, at least." There was nothing else she could do, except prepare for him to lose. Hopefully, the treeman was the promised Jedi and could help.

[member="Ember Farseer"] [member="Mishel Noren"] [member="Orn Pharr"] [member="Ijaat Mereel"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Crystal Caves
Wounded: [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Shia Kryze"] | [member="Ember Farseer"]
Allies: [member="Ijaat Mereel"]

Taking deep breaths the Old Master skidded to a stop, his loping strides having propelled him fairly quickly through the mines. As a shapeshifter it certainly helped when passing through narrower corridors and taking large steps. Nevertheless the tree-like Jedi began taking stock of the situation in the caverns.

Belly wounds were difficult, and would take time and effort. A great amount of time and effort at that. He would be lucky to finish that procedure on its own, not including the wounded Mandalorians and Miners. For most of them he could decide to help as many as possible with their minor injuries or focus only on the man and the dark sider.

The woman from Mandalore approached the Master Jedi, who smiled warmly at the her, like a grandparent greeting a young one. "Winning? We are alive, is that not enough?" He asked holding out his hands to her. Odd flowers sprouted from his shoulders, the Force urging them to grow and spread, to dispense their odd pollen into the air at their Shepard's summons. The pollen was that of a rare plant known for its healing and curative properties many centuries ago. While Bacta, Kolto, and a well supplied hospital was always monumentally better, the pollen was what he was able to spare for the time being. Until he could stay the dying and keep them in this world just a little longer.

"Three of your kin are at the entrance to the mines. I bound their wounds, but they will need proper medical attention before long. One of them has sepsis and is unlikely to survive." His tone was somber and eyes sad, for even the most vicious of enemies was a painful loss."Let me see your wounds now, little one. I shall do what I can for you first." She could consider it a reward for her generous acceptance of truce and ceasefire, she could call it kindness from an old man to a young warrior, or whatever suited her fancy. All the Neti knew for certain was that if he started with the Dark Sider and her ally he would not be able to help the rest.

 

[Zesiro]

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

Her moment of surprise lasted just that...a moment. Both of them went down and for that moment, Zesiro was in control. He thought of something faster than she could though and activated something in his suit.

He grasped to hold her legs and wrapped his arms around them, securing her to him until he might let go. Since when he active his suit, it sent jolts of electricity into her body. Immediately regretting her choice, but having to deal with it, her body twitched as his assault hit her.

Feth, kark...this is going to hurt​.

There wasn't much more thought than that and until he chose to relent, she couldn't fight back. On the bright side, she was still on top so in theory, wasn't going to get squished by him or anything else.

 

[Delaney Wilder]

Location: Outside of Pau City.
Allies: [member="Tryp West"] | [member="Bryce Bantam"]
Enemies: Mando'ade.

See, there were things you needed to explain with words, but then there were those... were a look was enough.

"Sure, I do. S'much as ya." Jack wasn't a good person. He didn't have any illusions about that- the things he did these days weren't about trying to prove himself to himself or to anyone else. Wasn't about earning redemption. It was about leaving the Galaxy just an inch better than that he had personally left it after leaving the One Sith behind. It wouldn't make the things right, no, but what else was there to do?

Wallow a bit?

Whine?

Curl up in a ball and hope that someone would take pity on him? Nah. "Marshal Bantam," Jackson called out, before they could turn around and leave, once they had saddled the supplies back up on their mounts. "We talked a bit- don't seem right for ya to fight ya fight alone. We got guns, arms to hold 'em and seems to me ya need t'bodies, yah?"

He waltzed on over to Tryp first, hand softly touching her shoulder, giving her a kiss at the corner of her mouth. "Ya got a good heart in ya, Tryphany," Voice low and touching brow to brow for a moment. "May ya bolts fly true."

Then they walked on over to the varatyls, would be easier to get to the city on mount.

 

[Tryp West]

Location: Outside Pau City
Allies: [member="Jackson Singh"] [member="Bryce Bantam"] Trashpandas
Enemies: Definitely Bucketheads

She smirked up at him. Bruises were starting to form on her face, and there was still dried blood from the slice across her nose, but something amused lurked in those dark eyes.

"Whelp. I told ya what I'd do if'n ya called me dat, Jackie. Dun know when, dun know 'oh, but ya earned yerself hot sauce in yer beer."

She stopped him, tugging on the lapel of his jacket. She pulled him in, kissing him hard but brief on the mouth.

"So dun act like yer sayin' goodbye, Jack. I got hot sauce on yer horizon," she said when she pulled back.

She didn't need to be an empath to catch his meaning. She wasn't having any of it.

With a little help they made it to the saddles of two riderless critters. Tryp leaned over, giving hers a good scratch and getting comfortable before calling up to Bryce.

"Marshal Bantam? We're ready ta go."

 

[Eshtaol]

LOCATION: Pau City
ALLIES: Trash Pandas
ENEMIES: [member="Darth Ophidia"] | Bucketheads

Her movement was held back wherever she turned; backs of a dozen nameless heads, misplaced steps on a dozen wrong turns. Saoirse ignored it. She was used to running, and she had to get--

You go when I let you.

--away.

Dread and the pure refusal of the powerless set into her features as the smuggler froze in her tracks. There went hiding. There went running. Saoirse knew there was always a third option, one she barely dared count among her choices in usual circumstances. This was hardly usual- and she wasn't sure choice was a luxury she had today. Could she still fight?

(She knew that she would. She was almost too sure than when she had to, she would.)

Weapons. She needed weapons- her knife, her handgun, the fallback she kept with her always because the world wasn't easy on values. But they hid in her jacket and she couldn't move and she was moving backwards as though her limbs weren't her own.

It wasn't a question of could, she realised. There wasn't time to question. She had to fight, or she died.

The blade lined in her jacket flew on the threads of a telekinetic grasp, landing in clenched grip.

She could go.
No.
She could move.
Barely.
Not far enough.

There went running. Saoirse grimaced as her eyes searched for chinks in the armor she now faced, and a throw of her knife sought to close the distance, aimed for the figure's shoulder.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Near the mouth of the Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Post: #9
Engaging: [member="Aryn Spar"]

That last roar caused bits of stone to crumble from the roof of the cave—nothing serious that would signal a cave in, but parts of the structure were slowly eroding what with all of the fighting. With her comm dead, her head probably concussed and all of her focus set on the massive creature in front of her, Joza hoped that Mishel and Ember were holding on.

She’d seen a large tree and a heavily armed man heading in that direction, but that could have been the concussion.

Joza was determined to see them after the battle. She’d tell Mishel that she was proud of her and Ember that she was sorry for yelling at him. None of this symbolic ‘through the Force’ nonsense—she’d be by their side, sneaking cigarettes and whiskey into whatever passed for a hospital here.

As the Mandalorian approached, Joza gathered the Force to her, stimulating the fibers of her muscles to reach beyond their limits and enhance her speed. To what effect this would have, she was not sure given the extent of her injuries.

The Togorian lunged for her at the same time Joza surged forward for him, lightsaber aimed to stab directly into his chest where his heart would be. The beskar there had melted, after all. It wasn’t anything fancy, nothing theatrical or clever. The Zeltron did not fear killing, but she did not like it. In her mind, the Mandalorian had given her no choice from the moment he’d stepped onto Utapau.

A wave of light shifted over her like surf lapping gently at one’s feet, but her attention was on one thing and one thing alone.

Now or never…right?

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Pau City Mid Levels
Allies: Mando’ade Team Beskad [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Malika Mantis"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Beskadala Ordo"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Quoron"] Vizsla | [member="Tal Vizsla"]
Enemies: ORC [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Mara"] D’Lessio Merril

(OOC: I’m coming off a few days on-set, and trying to catch up. If I need to edit for clarity, please do let me know. Thanks guys! Appreciate it! Sorry for the wait!)

The Mantis ‘Clan’ as it were was a single family unit. Epicanthix by race, and wage-slaves on the desert planet Ordo, their first member to join the Mandalorians, the rebellious null hockey playing son, [member="Preliat Mantis"]. His younger brother Silas followed his brother off their desert home world. Preliat got married, had a daughter… and as the civil war closed, his sister in law joined the fold.

As it was, the Mantis ‘clan’ was one of the most ferocious family units in Mandalorian history, and Auntie [member="Malika Mantis"] was in danger. While she watched her troop recover from the appearance of reinforcements, Yasha pointed and pushed. The Marshall fell.

There was a lull in the battle. [member="Tal Vizsla"] was fighting, [member="Dax Fyre"] went down. A decision came to Yasha’s mind. Fall back to Malika, band together as a family, or make for the droid factory?

Mandalore needed to rebuild. Malika was a warrior, and so was her niece. She raced forward, six Mandalorians forming up behind her.

“Forward!” Yasha yelled, pumping her MF44 shattergun and fired twice at [member="Dax Fyre"]. She threw her back against another defensive position, checked over her shoulder, and fired again. Chatter reports spoke of Mandalorians grabbing Kyber Crystals, Mandos formed up with Aryn and [member="Preliat Mantis"]... was it true? What was going on in the Rekr? She couldn't luxuriate in battle without cause.

The teenager learned enough from Ra, her Aunt and her father to realize that the coordination of this endeavour had to come first. “Take what you can. [member="Darth Carnifex"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]! [member="Aryn Spar"]! Status report!”

 

[Subject 37]

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

The Togorian roared.

To him there was only one thing that he was here for, her life. He didn't care who she was, he didn't care what she did. She was a force user, and to him that meant she was no different than the people who had killed his kind. His fingers flexed, his claws pushed out, and as he tried to swipe he felt a sudden sharp, burning pain.

There was a lag to his thoughts, to the response of his body.

Perhaps it had been the strike on his head, the falling boulders or the fumes from the melted beskar, Aryn didn't know. He had been sluggish, slow, his one good eye had betrayed him and his other senses were fulled within the expanses of the cavern. He had charged, he had attacked as a true predator would...yet.

His gaze fell low, the swipe of his claw slowing to a crawl.

Bright burning blue blazed from his chest, slicing through a small gap within his melted armor and stabbing through his chest. Disbelief pulled across his eyes, lips furling back as a growl escaped his throat, his eye fixing on the woman in front of him. His hands began to feel heavy, his legs weak, his entire body seemed to be struggling with staying up. The anger that flared across his face twisted into confusion, and Aryn tried to force his body to move. He attempted to lash out, claw the woman, snap her neck, but none of his appendages would respond.

His throat began to feel dry, everything...Aryn's gaze snapped to the woman in front of him, ears twitching violently before they slowly began to flatten back. He felt his hands relax, claws slowly returning to their place, his breath became labored. The Togorian opened his mouth to roar, to terrify and somehow break the Jedi, but nothing came.

The Warmaster felt the weight of himself, his eye casting down at the woman one final time.

Then he collapsed towards her, nothing but a faded legacy of a butchered people.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Pau City Mid Levels
Allies: Mando’ade Team Beskad [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Malika Mantis"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"] | [member="Beskadala Ordo"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Quoron"] Vizsla | [member="Kal Ordo"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"] | [member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: ORC [member="Dax Fyre"] | [member="Davin Skirata"]

“… Warmaster?” There was no growling in her comm. The thread of the Cuir Rekr beading in her ear had lost its’ Togorian and his comforting roars.

“Warmaster! Report!” Yasha ducked further under cover and let her HUD filter through the comm chatter for any sight or sound of [member="Aryn Spar"].

“…. Aryn? Aryn!? Growl for me, kitty cat!” Yasha’s mind flew through the varying options of why Spar would suddenly stop communications and growls.

“[member="Preliat Mantis"]! [member="Shia Kryze"]! Sit-rep! What happened to Aryn’s comm!?”

War. It was the glory of the Mandalorian, the lifeblood of a people built not by genetic ties, but by the Resol’nare. Any who kept to the Resol’nare could become a Mandalorian. Any could be adopted into the fold.

The warriors fighting today in Utapau were fighting not for the glory of a lust for crimson liquid splashing on the floor of a crystalline cave. They were rebuilding a planet decimated by the poison of the Force’s sickening twist of Mia Monroe. [member="Ra Vizsla"] wanted Kyber Crystals, so Mandalore would never again fall. So the people of Mandalore, the adopted home of Aryn Spar, could once again sleep soundly without threat of imminent destruction.

This was never a war for glory, or a senseless act of violence. It was a band of survivors clinging to the only methods they had of scratching together a saving grace…

And the youngest member of the Cuir Rekr in Mandalorian history had a sickly feeling crawl down her spine as nothing but silence reigned from the comm of a very loud, and incredibly vicious Togorian.

Had Aryn died for Yasha and all the Mando’ade to go home a little safer, larders a little fuller? She cleared her throat and cocked her assault weapon, firing into the squad around [member="Dax Fyre"].

For Ra, Yasha said. When they chose Utapau, it was for Ra… it was a piece of flimsi Yasha found in the room behind the throne.

Ra Vizsla was missing. ​

This invasion had been Yasha’s way of making him proud, as if from afar the Mand’alor could tell his Ward remembered his demands. As if without Ra to lead them, she could follow what Mand'alor the Undying wanted.

Had Katlaydr sent all of Mandalore to their deaths?

“Aryn…” Yasha choked. “… report.”

 

[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: No one.

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

Shia heard everything over the crackle of her local comm, her face slowly turning to stone as what she was hearing became absolutely clear. She breathed in the strange pollen of the Jedi, coughing slightly at the alien smell. She heard Yasha's frantic comm requests, then looked up, looking from the four foes - not enemies, even now - in the room with her, and walked slowly over to her buy'ce, picking it up and without putting it on, consulting the telemetery readouts.

"Four." She stated to [member="Orn Pharr"] in the same out of place voice of sorrow and loss she used to describe the devestation of Mandalore as 'the Liberation'. "And two will not live."

She tabbed her comm to report to [member="Yasha Mantis"], her intake of breath and the shift of her voice to one of beskar and blood obvious to everyone.

"Alor, this is Kryze ver'alor. The Warmaster is down, I repeat, the Warmaster is down. Sitrep as follows: we have secured the crystals, prey-beacons are in place but we were unable to deactivate defensive shields, I have been forced into a truce with local forces. Request orders."

She had not liked Aryn Spar, vod he may be, but he had been insensate violence incarnate, which she was not. But like and dislike didn't factor into being Mandalorian, did it? Here she was holding truce while verd died. Apparently, she could do nothing right today. Perhaps Yasha would lose her temper and free her of that restraint. The weight of the thermal detonator was heavy on her belt. She would die too, but it would be a worthy exchange.

 

[Not Ordo]

Location: Atmosphere
Objective: Make good
Enemies: [member="Rayf Vigil"] (Disengaged)
Allies: None

The steady reverberation of the ship's guns rolled through the ship as they circled away from the city in a slow turn to begin an attack run. The cold durasteel shuddered beneath their feet as they took hit after hit to the shields. Kal watched as the X-wings swung in and made runs on the frigate.

The shields went down as damaged war droids moved to reenter the ship and Kal realized too late it was very poor timing. The flurry of proton torpedoes passed unhindered through where the shields should have been and streamed toward his starboard engines. The blast shook the ship with seismic violence as the engine erupted in flames. Oily black smoke billowed into the air as the internal flames cooked the nearest engineers inside their armor.

"Everybody, abandon ship!" Kal yelled as he rushed to the pilot and shoved him bodily from his seat. The crew ran aft as the old Gurlanin sectioned off the engines with the press of a button. Soon escape pods and ships began bursting from the ship like fleeing rats.

Kal tried to turn the ship but with only one engine he could not effect the turn with any success. He could do little more than guide the ship to ground with as little destruction to it as he could manage. He reversed the engine and opened the flaps used to slow it for landing...

Moments later the huge ship lay on the wind swept rock more than a kilometer from Pau city. The fire blackened hull spewed black smoke from it's metal carapice as the lone man fell smouldering to the hard packed ground. He groaned quietly as he rolled to his back and began peeling off his heated armor to release the stench of burned hair and skin into the air. Slowly, he did the only thing he could and began crawling away.

 

[Quoron Cadera]

Allies: Mandolorian Empire, Tusk, Vilaz Muin, Silas Mantis
Enemies: all boarders and enemy pilots
Location: on route to the bridge of Rekr-Class Mandolorian Dreadnought
Objective: Take command of Mandolorian air support
Resources: 2.5 squadrons of fighters and combat function of the Dreadnought

"Quoron this is the Rekr with orders for you to report to the bridge" the com officer stated this with robotic tone uncharacteristic of Mandolorians. "This is Quoron Viszla I'll need a shuttle to the ship. I've been shot down I'll set a fire where I am so a transport can arrive quickly" He felt thrilled that he would be able to prove himself as a naval commander. "the shuttle should be arriving shortly, well get close..." "I'll fly up to meet you so we can get under way faster" As the shuttle speed toward the main hanger he pondered the events that occurred earlier that day, from the cocky attitude he and his pilots shared toward the swift and easy nature of their job. He was ready to lead his brothers in arms by raining fire upon all those who would resist his people. He did not know what happened to the rest of his squadron hoping that some of his friends would be alive to enjoy the spoils of the battle. "Aryn is dead I repeat the War leader is dead" The sudden announcement over coms jarred him out of reflection over the events of the past. Now is the events of the present. Now is the time for vengeance.

As the shuttle neared the ships hanger the sounds of battle once again shook Quoron was jolted out of his rage and had to wonder why he was called to the bridge of the warship. The shuttle landed with a thud and as soon as the doors opened he moved as fast as he could to get to the bridge. The signs of combat were everywhere and they only propelled him closer to where he needed to be until he arrived on the bridge as and officer ran up to him revealed that Quoron's purpose aboard the ships was not random at all but to direct the combat functions of the warship and the accompanying fighters to route the enemy and another Mandolorian by the name of Vilaz Muin would be directing the internal struggle for the ship.

"open a com channel to the fighters telling them to form a screen in our blind spots so these fighters will find it difficult to harass our sub-systems" Quoron looked over the tactical situation unfolding in front of him "I need a status report on all our weapon systems. While you are doing that target any hostiles possible and commence bombardment with anything we can leaving some guns to swat at the fighters, and one last thing.' He paused to himself to gather the words that he was about to say. "Open a com to everyone on our side we can reach it is time to end this conflict once and for all." Quoron was waiting for the officer telling him the line was open still hoping that he could. "The line is open if you wish to speak to the other Mandolorians." Quoron did't know if he was ready but he would have to be.

"This is Quoron Viszla abord the Rekr class Dreadnaught. I bring news of the death of our glorious War leader Aryn Spar. With this news I call to all of you brothers and sisters in arms to fight with the spirit of vengeance upon your hearts and make those who are oppose you and make them pay for the death of our leader. I will give every ounce of my resources and energy to bring them greater destruction. Fight with ferocity, honor, skill and glory. We will carve our names into the galaxy's history. For Glory! For Spar! For Mandalore!"

With this he closed the channel and hoped that he would be able to direct the fighters and batteries of the ship well and strike fast and hard.

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[Quoron Cadera]

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[Bryce Bantam]

Location: Pau City Landing pads​

Objective: Yeah... that city may need some help​

Friend-a-mies: [member="Brennan Cabrol"] | [member="Ara Zambrano"]​

Allies: [member="Leo Vandermolen"] | [member="Raveem Va'ah"] | [member="Jackson Singh"] and [member="Tryp West"]​

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"Someone else'll need dos way more den we will," she said with a grim smile. "We look a mess, bet we solid, savvy? Bacta's dear right now, dun waste it."

"Marshal Bantam," Jackson called out, before they could turn around and leave, once they had saddled the supplies back up on their mounts. "We talked a bit- don't seem right for ya to fight ya fight alone. We got guns, arms to hold 'em and seems to me ya need t'bodies, yah?"

It was moments like these that Bryce lived for. Spoken in the purest, broken common outback slag you ever did hear. This is what made the rim so special in his mind, what gave him hope in these bleak and burning moments.

"Two hand cannons and a pair of shinnies." Bryce said motioning to his own stash of supplies.

Moments later one of the hands came back with a pain of gun belts each holstering a Bloodstripe Hand Cannon. He handed one to each of the new volunteers. The Bloodstripe as close to standard gear the coalition issued. As they took their new guns Bryce would hand the pair another gift, a Rebel Corusca Signet Ring.

"Welcome to the fight, the hands are off loading and readying two Varactyls one for each of ya. Grab what you need from your ship and saddle up."

As soon as the two were ready Bryce would order his poise onward toward Pau city. He only hoped they would be in time as he watched smoke continue to rise from it in the distance.

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

Pau City
[member="Hylocereus"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Davin Skirata"]

It took all she had to crawl away from Hylo. The moment her head passed the invisible threshold, the Force came flooding back. All her emotions took on brighter colors: fear for Hylo and herself, gratitude for her fiance's arrival, fury with the shapeshifter, a couple of others. She edged a little farther, right to the edge of the sandstone, and slouched into Hylo's speeder. Bota, in the right iteration, and kolcta together could solve anything, but the body had limits. Mind gone dull, she watched the fight unfold. Davin Skirata - a Mandalorian - had helped save her life, given her his gun, used her lightsaber...

That felt off. A Mando shouldn't be an ally, after all.