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

[Silas Mantis]

Location: Mando Ship
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Tusk"]
Enemies: [member="Elijah Rekali"], [member="Fabula Caromed"], [member="Connory"] (engaging)

Enhanced vision helped him see the man escape, barrel into a separate room. He wouldn't have come all this way to run, there was no way, it had to be a trap, one he was going to spring anyway. Peeking out of cover he spotted one of the numerous B1 battle droids now spraying with slugthrowers into the hanger and with a grunt bounded towards the lanky machine.

It managed to turn towards Silas just before he blasted open its chest cavity with the shotgun, sticking a hand into its innards and hefting it up, a makeshift shield. Pumping the shotgun with one hand he stormed towards the door, several glancing shots slamming into his meat/metal(?)shield, weakening the limited armor the droid had in the first place. Even still he didn't stop.

As he burst through the door, droid to his front and shotgun at the ready, he got a quick look at the surroundings. It was a room with limited cover, and no exits besides the one he now charged through, but the disruptor gave his target an easy way to make his own. He'd have to be fast, force the fight up close where no blaster of gun would matter, then finish it.

Amidst the rage he wondered what had driven Rel to this bold an action? Had he grown tired of waiting? Or had he decided he wanted to handle things himself after all. If he could've taken on the mother of Rel's child on himself he'd have gone to the same lengths, but in the end it hadn't been his fight, no matter the harm she'd done to his son. Perhaps this would make up for it.

 

[Runi Verin]

Location: Highreach Station
Objective: Evacuate the Station
Enemies: Mandalorian Empire | Ronan Vizsla
Allies: ORC Personnel
Engaging: Soon

She hamstrung. She sliced. She stabbed. She headbutted her way through the melee. Her earlier trepidation lost in the heady thrum of battle, consumed by the embers of darkness that had been planted in the depths of that dark vault months before. Her armour was slick with lifeblood by the time his voice dragged her from the haze, her darkened iron plates all but a dark shade of crimson in the flickering hallway lights. They still hadn’t fixed the power in this section, she noted absently. Karkers were just as slow at working as they were at evacuating.

“Mine is it?” There was a derisive snort from behind that bloodstained helmet. She twisted her tomahawk and pulled it free, the rear spike catching slightly on the lip of a gorget. “None of mine here, Vizsla. Ain’t nothin’ but some jumped up warlord’s lackeys as far as I sees it.”

“Oh, he might take on airs an’ call himself Mand’alor, but takes more tthan havin’ a pack of loyal hounds followin’ at your heels to claim that title.” They would call her Dar’manda for this. She could see the word already forming in the way they slanted their shoulders. How they twisted their helms and angled their blades in her direction. It was a realisation that stung more than she’d thought it would. But then perhaps it was fitting given that her name, her soul, had been given to her by an exile.

Fine, so be it. She had been born on the fringes. Cast aside like trash. Once more would hardly make the difference now. Longer they’re watching the show, the further the evacuation would proceed. “Elsewise we’d be bobbin’ behind every passin’ queen in heat, ‘lek?”

She leveled her beskad at her one-time saviour.

Any debt that stood between already settled on the ledgers.

Now it was time to open accounts anew.

“Let’s make this quick, tayli’bac? Plenty more mutts behind you in need of puttin’ down.”

 

[Tusk]

Enemies: [member="Fabula Caromed"] @Connory @Elijah Rekali; ORC
Allies: [member="Silas Mantis"] The Mandalorian Empire
Location: You Know Where The Kark I'm At

Was that...A giant hammer? Tusk sighed a heavy sigh. A screaming Mandalorian landed with a thud next to his feet and struggled to get up before being pulled away by her vode, whimpering. Whoever this person was, they were strong. Tusk bet he was stronger. With a low growl he felt that primal instinct kick in as one foot fell in front of the other. The Keldabe Cannon wasn't a massive weapon by any means, but it was over two feet in length and heavier than most blasters and slugthrowers, and he was holding and aiming it with one hand. He squinted as the helmet's HUD displayed a convenient aiming reticle and squeezed the trigger.

Crack! One shot. It let out a sound like synthetic thunder and barreled through the dampner aerosol smoke, making a trail towards its target. Even with the course correcting slugs that he didn't understand, he completely missed. The slugs pinged off the Mandalorian Steel hangar floor near her feat. A warning shot, he mused to himself as a grin worked its way onto his face behind his Y shaped visor.

Crack, Crack! Two three, the plasma propelled slugs rocketed towards their target, more accurate than the first shot.

 

[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"]
Enemies: ORC [member="Ijaat Mereel"] | [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Ayhia Katar"]
Theme: Iris (Cover) by Kina Grannis (Spotify) | Iris (Cover) by Kina Grannis (YouTube)


Free fall. Was it years ago, when Yasha wiggled out of her uncle [member="Silas Mantis"]’ arms above MandalMotors? Had it been that long for the girl, whose father was made widower by Ijaat Mereel and Mia Monroe? The Civil War was a collection of nightmares dotted along the growing pains of a girl, who survived the Netherworld only to have death as her happy ending. The ash of Manda’yaim coated the soles of her boots, lining the edges of armour which looked similar to Mand’alor the Undying’s.

In the resulting crash of her first free fall, Uncle Silas lost his arm. Contained in her beskar’gam, Yasha thought she could smell the same ghastly odour of cauterizing flesh. Her dead mother’s artificial voice in her ear, telling her to breathe, telling her how to save her Uncle’s life… before Daddy crushed the AI unit. Before Aditya Mantis died for a third and final time. Searing at her eyes, the phantom smell drove her to twist in midair, catch onto [member="Malika Mantis"]’ bird-form back. There was no voice. No dirge or chatter from a recorded message from a proud and frightened mother, who wanted her little girl to dance.

Her little brother Eli died in Mama's rotund belly. Same age as Monroe & [member="Connory"]'s son, if Eli & Mama'd made it. Her father [member="Preliat Mantis"] was forced to kill Ba’buir Jasper Ar’klim… death and death again, wrapped around the nuclear explosion inside the cursed volcano. Her father lost to his grief, Uncle at war, all the girl had left was [member="Ra Vizsla"], and a slim direction.

Do what Ra said, learn from him. Study the materials he gave her, watch and absorb. Be his Ward. Act with pride to defend the Mando’ade. They do not know Hell like you, little wolf.

They will be yours some day, Little Rekr. ​

Ra was as close to family for the young Mandalorian, who flew on the back of her shapeshifting aunt, as her father, uncle and aunt.

Mandalore fell, and in its’ dying rasps, the Great Mother begged her remaining children to claim what they could to rebuild. The whistling wind and eruption of blaster fire was too close to a lullaby for the newest Katlaydr. Riding on her aunt’s back, Yasha pointed her MF44 assault rifle at a scrambling gunner and fired.

The silence of the murdered Mandalorians burned her ears… so like her father and uncle before her, like the bellow of Ra’s Black Sky Bes’uliik,

Katlaydr...​

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...screamed. ​

“MEREEL! MONROE! DAR JETTI HUT’UUN!” Her war cry, the names of those who Yasha had to remain perpetually furious at, lest she have nothing but the silence of missed voices. Lest she have nothing but the flimsy alliance between Mandalorians and Sith. Lest she… Lest she think too…

“RRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” ​

Within her scream, resonated through all frequencies for all ears, the agony of Manda’yaim. The catharsis of raising arms against any tangible thing to cover their grief. She fired and sliced at the ‘enemy’, eyes stinging, wild in the abrupt disaster of their arrival. Anti-Force Brals landed on various levels of Pau City, negating the Force within a 500 m radius of each vehicle.

Sins never faded from simply moving on. No recovery could be made without returning to the moment of infamy and working again from there to give recompense. The teenager riding into the mid levels of Pau City with her Aunt took position and fired for the lives of ever Mandalorian who no longer lived among them. She and her troops would give [member="Aryn Spar"] and the others the chance of stealing what they needed…

To go back…​

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And repair what Mia Monroe and [member="Ijaat Mereel"] broke. ​

 

[Eshtaol]

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

The mission had been a success.

Couple hundred credits in exchange for safe passage into Utapau, no questions asked (much as Saoirse liked asking questions, she liked getting paid more). The flight was rockier than usual but far from unmanageable, and he'd handed over the credits without pulling any funny business.

As far as she cared to think about it, Saoirse Flynn was not a smuggler by choice. It was a means to an end, more efficient than her less sketchy alternatives but just as temporary. And still, she wouldn't deny some enjoyment in the work she did. There was satisfaction in a job well done. She was pragmatic, but just as much so she was proud.

She was sure that Utapau had plenty more to offer, but the woman was on a schedule: trawl the city while she took care of some business and tied up loose ends, then buy drinks and take off. For better or for worse, Saoirse had a routine and she stuck to it.

Weary yet alert, serious yet cheerful, she navigated the streets of Pau City with her usual ease as she found her way back to her craft-

BANG

Her craft was up in flames.

Saoirse swore under her breath, looking around as she recalibrated her surroundings. Somehow, she felt a great deal less successful now.

 

[Joza Perl]

Location: Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Post: #2
Allies: [member="Ember Farseer"]| [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] (?)
Enemies: [member="Shia Kryze"]
Engaging: [member="Aryn Spar"] and the bucket boys
(Please let me know if you need to be tagged!)

“Doubt it,” She chuckled at Kaia’s suggestion of pirates. “If they’ve made it down there and out, I’d like to speak to their engineers.” From the side of her eye she spied Mishel getting in a bit of superficial trouble with the locals. She did not see Damian gun for her with the galaxy’s largest toothpick, not yet anyhow.

A tremor thrummed in the Force, low and ominous like a bass note just out of her range and hearing. Joza looked at the ration bar in her hand, wondering if it had gone bad. In the midst of trying to find the printed expiration date—which had been rubbed off by now—a sharp zzap! redirected her attention over to Ember’s direction and she stifled a snort. It seemed that the young man was able to get the communication device working, though not without a little pain in the process.

Such were things in the Outer Rim.

But the voice that crackled over the comm caused her features to firm.

Mandalorians…raiding….repeat….Utapau….Mand….evacuate…

A thunderous roar from the mouth of the cave, amplified from bouncing off of the crystal walls and shook the hollow structure slightly. A few of the smaller crystals were jostled loose.

Her heart thudded once in her chest, all she would allow before kicking into high gear. The Zeltron was wary of Mandalorians, like many she’d fought with them and against them at certain points. She had friends, hell even family among them. She’d seen what they could do first hand and knew that if they’d come to fight, it would be unavoidable.

“Well,” She ran a hand through the crown of her hair. “We should go and greet our guests.” It went without saying that some would stay behind to protect the natives should things worsen. Before heading out, she grabbed one of the older Pau’ans, a man called Haast and pulled him closer via an arm around his shoulder. “If things get ugly and we go down, surrender to them.” She murmured so that the other natives would not hear. “They’re ruthless. It’s better to let them take what they came for and keep your life.” In the back of her mind she hoped that they hadn’t come for the sole purpose of slaughter.

She exchanged a look with Damian. "Hope that umbrella isn't just an umbrella, Blondie." If she knew Starchaser, nothing was ever what it looked like.

The ORC delegates would stop a decent ways away from the Mandalorians who’d blockaded the entrance to the cave, close enough to be heard clearly. Her stance was strong, muscles tensed in preparation for an assault.

“Hello, and welcome to the latest installation in the Utapau kyber crystal caves. I’m afraid it’s still under construction and quite dangerous, so you’ll have to come back some other time. We have some civilians further in and I don’t think that your getup will put them at ease, either.”

She smiled at them, a toothy showgirl smile with no kindness behind it.

Reaching into her pocket slowly so as to not cause alarm, she pulled out what appeared to be a small pre-packaged candy and tossed it to the large Togorian male. He was the only one without a helmet and his face spoke of rage.

“However, I can offer you a breath mint in this trying time.”

Further down in the cave, a tremendous crash was heard as the drop pods burrowed into the rock and earth.

 

[Lemon]

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Koda Fett​

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

Allies: Mandalorians​

Adversaries: [member="Aryn Teth"]​

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Prior to joining the Mandalorian Empire, Fett had obtained such a title of being the very best Bounty Hunter the Galaxy had to offer - his bounty tally is second to none and his reputation is as fearsome as they come. From the common criminal of the galactic underworld to the mighty protectors of the galaxy that the Jedi are; either way they would fear him. A ruthless killer, an inescapable hunter; he was everywhere at once, no matter who you were, where you would hide, what resources you had, there was nowhere for you to go. Koda Fett would always find you, and today was no different from any other...

Fett observed from the rafters of Utapau's Pau City, able to look down below at the allies and adversaries that waged war against each other. Whilst he never considered himself a true Mandalorian, the very sight of the Mandalorians finesse in combat brought him... pride. As if he felt proud to be somewhere he could truly call home. It was a first, truly. The Republic, all those years ago were nothing but slavers that dealt with his life as a number and ever since then he's been a mere isolated Bounty Hunter only watching out for himself. After all, caring for others in such a trade is what got you killed.

The sight of Galactic Alliance soldiers only bolstered the truthfulness of the 'rumour' that Teth was present. Fett had done his research, but not much was known about the Supreme Commander and as a result he went in relatively blind - with nothing but wishful thinking. Yet at the very sight of him moving about below, an amused huff forced it's way from his mouth. ​"Hmph." The Bounty Hunter couldn't hold it back. The two were similar from a certain point of view, both joining causes and within such a short span of time soaring through the ranks. The irony wasn't lost on Fett, either. Being similar to a Jedi, it was almost disgusting.

When the Supreme Commander came closer, Fett dropped from the rafters onto a balcony. An audible thud being emitted, sure enough to catch Teth's attention, if not the presence the Bounty Hunter emitted through the force itself. ​"Can't say I'm surprised, truth be told." The Mandalorian spoke. He admired Aryn's tenacity in their first engagement, well before he was a Jedi or even an Officer. There was always something about him that just wasn't quite right, and now Fett had found what it was.

 

[Subject 37]

Utapau - The Crystal Caves
Allies: Mandalorians | [member="Shia Kryze"]
Enemies: ORC | [member="Joza Perl"](engaging)

"Kill them all." The growl left his throat as he slowly reached behind his head and pulled free the massive warhammer that he carried. The heavy weight of the Beskar slammed into the ground besides him, lingering there until he slowly began to walk forward.

The weapon dragged behind him, leaving a shallow ditch as the Togorian began to walk. The other Mandalorians fell into the step behind him. Most of them were former members of Death Watch, men of Clan Spar and Vizsla who had stood with Aryn and Ra at near enough every battle. They were loyal, good, and veteran men. A few however were of a newer stock, earning their place at the side of the Warmaster only through recent achievements within battle.

They were the ones that hesitated for a moment, glancing at the old Togorian and stopping.

"Sir, there might be i-"

Aryn slowly stopped, the thumping of his steps resounding within the cave. He turned towards the man, his one good eye giving off a soft glow within the darkness of the Crystal cavern. His growl echoed through the small space, Beskar teeth revealing themselves as his lips folded back. A free hand shot out and grabbed the dissenting soldier, claws flicking free and lifting the Mandalorian by the throat. "There are no innocents, only aruetii"

The man struggled for breath, and a small hand on Aryn's torso caused the Togorian to drop the man. Another one of his soldiers stood before him, T-visor staring up at him. Aryn growled, nodded, and then continued.

"They do not deserve mercy." His ears twitched as he heard sound up ahead, the rush of footsteps and the clinking of metal. A voice rang out, though he ignored it to continue his point. "Only death."

His fingers furled around the handle of his hammer, and then he charged towards the pink woman.

 

[Mishel Kryze]

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ALLIES:​

[member="Ember Farseer"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Damian Starchaser"] | [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"]​

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OPPONENTS:​

[member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Shia Kryze"]​

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OBJECTIVES:​

Do the Shake, Rattle, and Roll (Don't Burn the Caves)​

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Whatever it was Mishel had in her mind, or thought of to say as she watched auntie Jo talk with a few other folks was out of her mind the moment she heard; the crackle of communications that Mandalorians had arrived followed by the unmistakable sound of the mines crashing in on itself, although not voluntarily. It happened that where she and the others had been - were the better-insulated part of the caves but the same could not be said for the weaker parts that were brutally destroyed by something, what - Mishel couldn't tell. What she could tell was that there was a thunderous roar from the mouth of the caves, "gorramit," she muttered.

"I'm gonna go see what that was," she said to no one in particular and dashed off toward the unceremonious booms she had just heard. It didn't take long for her to see just what had caused the booms as a plume of smoke left a trail of what had been the weaker portion of the mines. "Feth," she added and looked around, "auntie Jo, did you get the license plates on these drop pods because I think we've just been violated."

Mishel's feet carried her further down where she managed to spot the crash site with a bit more ease, and then she spotted just who was coming away from the crash. "Aw... son of a schutta," a defeated tone from her voice, "auntie Jo, I think we've got more guests and they're not the tea and scones type either!" The teenager made a break back toward the top with haste. Was she scared? Yes. Did she realize that even with a lightsaber that there was a good chance that the other person was way more prepared? Yes. So, as to answer your question as to why she ran instead of standing her ground; Mishel was very much afraid to die, and this time there would be no mama Hazel to save her rear. That, and if the Knights of Ren had taught her anything it was the ability to count and as far she could see - it wasn't going to be a fair dance.

Not that she had any idea what faced them at the top of mines either.

 

[Hylocereus]

LOCATION: S.S. Wretched Hive, Utapau Airspace
ALLIES: Outer Rim Coalition, Galactic Alliance, [member="Jorus Merrill"]
ENEMIES: Mandalorian Empire

Hylo gulped hard. He had only really been involved in a combat situation once where he managed to light some righteous herbs, as his friends later called them, to calm the situation while the brat pack made their escape. This was something else. Hylo gulped hard as he heard the report being given to Jorus. Mara was down in the city and his heart started to pump chlorophyll at an amazing rate. "Jorus," he tried to interrupt but his voice cracked and nothing came out. The crew member continued to give Jorus a brief mentioning that Mara was down and having her vector.

Mara? Hylo called through his telepathy. Mara I need to know where you are, that you're safe. Suddenly his mind began to wander. As if it wasn't bad enough that she had crashed down on the planet and might be injured or even worse... Hylo gulped... but she could be reverting. He knew that Jorus and Seydon had some trepidation about Mara since a variety of incidents.Personally Hylo didn't particularly care if Mara was lightsider, darksider, or anywhere in between. He'd love her regardless, but it would make his life easier if all those close to her were more at ease. Plus he knew she was happier when things like this didn't happen.

Of course that's when Jorus asked Hylo if he was good with.. what? Running cargo to everyone on the battlefield. "No..." Hylo said nose crunched looking right up at Jorus. "We need to find Mara, I need to get down to the planet and search. Sacred Feth's sake Jorus she's your daughter, my fiance. We can't just leave here there with those... those... people down there!" He was yelling. Hylo didn't yell. He would pout, and on occasion dance, but he didn't yell. "We need to get down there Jorus, you can use that big gun that Damian said you're famous for and we can just..."

A flower sprouted out on his head and drooped almost instantly. "You're Jorus Fething Merrill. You're a hero of the rim a famous explorer, you charted the Mara Corridor single handedly and punched a tank unconscious." His face flushed green in anger as his voice continued to raise. His fists were clenched and his eyes were nearly red. He'd only felt this way a few times before in his life and it never ended well. Hylo stomped his foot on the deck of the ship hard."Do something!" Mara I'm coming for you, I promise, just hold on.

 

[Ara Zambrano]

Location: Hyperspace, En-route to Pau // 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.​

The desert landscape of Pau City unfolded before the Diplomatic transport, the dizzying blue-white light lines dying around them as the corvette dropped out of Hyperspace, replaced with the harsh bronze and coppers the Outer Rim claimed as their own. In some twisted sense of pride, the people of this harsh backwater collection of planets had made the wastelands of the Rim their home, shedding the trappings of luxury and comfort for the desolate heat and acrid air of the wild unknown. The Arch-Queen of Panatha watched in silence, crimson eyes impassive, as they began their descent, a sudden jerk of her stomach and slight constriction of her airways the only lingering tendrils of a once cloying fear of space travel. Ruby lips curled up in a wicked smirk, her gaze focused on the small viewport before them as her companion spoke, the thinly veiled contempt in his tone amusing the woman rather than the anger he might expect.

”And deprive myself of the entertainment this meeting is sure to provide?”

The softly lilting voice dripped with humor and laughter, the skin around her eyes crinkling in the corners as she turned to face the Knight of Ren. Head tilting to the side as she allowed an assessing glance to sweep over his person, approval shining freely in her expression as a singular nod was offered, his choice of clothing complementing her own attire. The soft silk and zeyd-cloth of her gown shifted around her as she moved, the airy fabric contrasting nicely with the weight of Ba’Vanim against her hip. Greens, pinks, and creams flowed into each other seamlessly, setting off the bright gold of the armour settled on her shoulders and collarbone, smooth metal wrapping down around her frame in a protective cage. A simple circlet of copper sat nestled in her chestnut curls, small gems sparkling within its twists and folds, a visible reminder of both her station...and her diplomatic immunity.

”Be careful, Brennan, or I might start to think you were concerned….”

Moving closer, the Master stepping inside his guard, her hands moving to adjust the shoulders of his already immaculate tunic, eyes lowered and simmering with mischievousness as her fingers ghosted across the fabric. A glimpse of teeth could be caught as Ara smiled wider, a teasing laugh mixing with the purr.

”...or jealous.”

One finger trailed across his chest as she disengaged, moving to exit the small chamber they had claimed for the duration of the trip, deeper into the heart of the small spacecraft. Inclining her chin in acknowledgement to the pair who stood as silent sentinels on either side of the door she passed through, but a small contingent of her Royal Guard, the Master otherwise dismissed their presence as the mechanical shudders and sounds of the landing gear engaging alerted her to their imminent arrival on the outskirts of the city. The sound of boots falling into step behind her echoed throughout the corridor, the small diplomatic vessel empty of the hectic activity the Ren was used to aboard the ships of the First Order. Small and maneuverable, the corvette was built for speed and efficiency over military prowess, a drastic change over the transports she frequented in her service to the Supreme Leader, but far more appropriate for their current mission.

The static filled crackle of the pilot’s voice broke the short gap in conversation, a countdown to the landing sequence mixed with a warning of suspicious activity in the atmosphere far above the city raising her eyebrows in question. Responding to the inaudible request for further investigation, her guards peeled off towards the cockpit, leaving the Ren to continue their path with little hesitation, the Arch-queen confident in their competence. Glancing over her shoulder to catch her companion’s gaze with her own, she paused, a palm pressed up against the cool wall of the corridor as a brace against the slight shudder and bounce that accompanied the touchdown of their small craft upon the landing pads of Pau City.

”As for what I hope to gain, I suppose that entirely depends on the worth Dr. Bantam puts in one of his own.”

All warmth fled her expression as her mind cast out to ensure their guest of honor was still safely tucked away in his quarters. The broken, violently churning aura burned within the depths of the corvette, surrounded by another half a dozen signatures, insurance against the man’s potential for disrupting her plans. Confirmation of his continued confinement, Stun cuffs and a simple cage of voidstone acting as their own deterrent, her attention returned to that of Brennan Cabrol, an anticipatory grin blooming.

”Shall we find out?”

 

[Darth Carnifex]

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Location: The skies above Pau City
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Calina Ovmar"]
Enemies: [member="Sanya Val Swift"] | [member="Ayhia Katar"] | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
Gear:

• Neo-Imperator Sith Armor
• Blades of the Arch-King
• Sith Shuk'orok

The ground cracked from the impact of his landing, a spider-web of destruction arcing out in all directions with a resounding boom. Calina landed behind him, albeit more daintily than he. Her lightsaber was already active, but the Dark Lord reserved the ignition of his blade for another moment.

Though it appeared he wouldn't have to wait long. They had a welcoming party.

A one manned welcoming party.

"Bold of you to so eagerly greet death," observed the Dark Lord, his lightsaber unclipping from his hip to fly into his right hand just to activate a moment later. "But tea can wait, the ground must drink deeply of your blood first." Carnifex flexed the fingers of his left hand and a pressure quickly began to build in the air shortly before the ground beneath the blind man's feet buckled, exploding upward into the air with tremendous concussive force.

Only after that would the Emperor of the Sith begin his advance.

 

[Sanya Val Lerium]

Gear:

Spoiler

Lightsabers
Robes

The two walked side by side as they made their way into the city. A smile loomed over her face like it was there to stay. It was happy times. The woman she was with was bearing her children and to top it off they'd be married some time soon. Yet Sanya couldn't help but pick up on Ayhia unease. “You feeling okay?” She asked with concern. “I've not upset you have I. I mean I know I keep going on about the baby's but I can't help it I'm excited. If you'd like me to tone it down a little I can try?” She said looking at the echani woman as they kept walking and holding hands.

They'd soon reach where the shops where. “H…” She was about to say something as the hairs on her tail stood at end and something dark was present. She could feel it in the air and her senses. “We need to get out of here Ayhia.” Her voice was clear in it's tone that she could feel something off. Moments after a loud crash defending to Sanya erupted not that far from them. People ran screaming away from where it happened. Her hands cupped over the two feline ears that sat on top of her head as she bent down for a moment. Quickly standing back up and taking a firm hold of Ayhia’s hand Sanya began to lead them back towards the ship. “I'm going to get us out of here okay. Feth!”

Even with contending with the blackwing virus Ayhia hadn't seen this Sanya this protective since, if not more so now the realization of children had truly sunk in. A million negative thoughts ran through her head worrying about the worst as the queen stayed oddly quiet leading them through the hoards of people and nudging those who got in the way. As they got back to the landing pad the two would be met with a wall of people trying to force through. “Slap me later okay.” Sanya said with some confidence sweeping Ayhia into her arms. “Get ready and I'm sorry to do this.”

The woman crouched down then leaped up into the air. Her tail would move about a lot keeping them up right. This had been the first real time Sanya took charge but not only was her mind focused on getting Ayhia safe but it had sunk into her state of mind for war. Her objective was protect the VIP at all costs. As they came down to land Sanya put Ayhia down with care.

Spoiler

[member="Ayhia Katar"]
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

Location: Pau City Streets
Objectives: Don't die, maintain clean status of pants
Allies: [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] [member="Nok-Krah-Nin"]
Enemies: [member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Calina Ovmar"]

A pair of Force Sensitives with lightsabers were not people that Cotan had expected he would fight today. Certainly not one of them being a person who looked one of the galaxy's numerous emperors. He quickly drew up a barrier to shield himself and Nok from any residiual energy of the Dark Lord's landing and initial attack on Vorhi, before drawing out his lightsaber; his rifle would just be on his back thanks to its sling. No use trying to hide the whole Force Sensitive thing right now, I suppose. Not that he was much fond of the idea of fighting a Sith, it seemed like something he would have to do. If only to help the blind monk who was still a block or so in front of him.

"Raptor man, I suddenly have a very, very bad feeling about all of this. Cannon fire is going to be the least of our concerns here."

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

Location: Mid-levels
Objective: Calm the child.
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Enemies: Trash Panda's [member="Dorn Skirata"] (when he finds me)

There was a beat.

A breath.

A moment of silence amidst the cacophony of war, where Malika felt everything. Every twitch of her feathers in the wind, the coil of each of her muscles as SAMs opened fire. Yasha’s hold on her back, the squeeze of the child’s knees… no, not a child, not in the mandalorian culture. An adult…

Katlayadr.

And she Shukalar.

I will never forgive you, Ra Vizsla, Mand’alor the Undying, for taking her childhood away.

Then the moment was over, and her ears were filed with roars of fire, screams of metal being torn apart by missiles as she tucked her wings once more and plummeted past the sinkholes top most edge weaving between debris, swerving to avoid streaks of red.

A twist of her tail, a slight dip in the thermals. Wings snapped out and she levelled off taking them into the mid levels amidst the bes’uliiks she despised so much. Yasha’s anguished scream wrenched at her heart.

“Udesii, Yash’ika.”

She shifted as they moved forwards, feathers becoming white fur, wings tucking in and shrinking as the White Wolf bound forward. Jaws clamping over a soldiers head, teeth sinking into flesh and bone. Blaster fire forced them into cover and Malika shifted again to her human form, hauling the girl in front of her.

Still just a child...

“Yash’ika, you wear your heart on your sleeve, your emotion empowers you, but it also clouds your judgement. Fight today, with your head, not your heart. Be better than your father. Be better than your uncle. See through the red mist. Close your eyes, I will protect you. Close your eyes and breathe.”

An enemy appeared around their cover and Malika tugged a tomahawk from her belt and let it fly, before pulling Yasha close so the girls helmeted forehead would rest on her chest. “My wonderful girl.” she whispered. “Breathe...”

 

[Nisha Decrilla]

whoops double post again

 

[Jak Skirata]

Allies: ORC Peeps
Enemies: [member="Malika Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Location: Mid-Levels
Objective: Kill some Mandos

Atin felt strange beneath him. It knew that its rider was not Gil, a man it had known for its entire time of operation. Most of the flight settings were still Gil's preferences, even after Ijaat fixed up the old bird, but it didn't matter. He would leave them like this, he would ride as Gil did before him, and their father before them. The war droid screamed from the mines. The assault was well on its way already. Utapau defense forces were already in combat with the onslaught of Bes'uliik and Mandalorian starfighters.

"Feir'fek," he muttered to himself as the wind blew his cloak from his shoulders. His beskar'gam was but a shell of its former self. Chest, gorget, ankles and wrist plates sat on top of spacer leathers and a cloth outfit slightly resembling robes of some sort. He closed his eyes for a moment and reached out in the Force and expand his sight. With no Mando'ade to give him a sitrep he relied on the Force,but...Nothing.

"Bral...!" He growled. No matter, he had his eyes and his training. He tried contacting other ORC soldiers, but then remembered his lonely life as a Judge. The Utapau defense forces were on their own and the only people besides them would be a motley crew of Spacer Trash and Judges. Neither of which were big on consistent communication. A Bes'uliik, one of the Swarmers, attempted to blast him into oblivion. Atin jerked suddenly as Davin left himself to his thoughts. The droid let out a mechanical growl before blasting the swamer to bits with a full power blast from its shockwave generator rods.

"Sorry Atin." The droid didn't seem to take his apology well because it found the first ledge it could find, entered his armor systems and physically ejected him and his blaster carbine. "Wha-Hey! You! Get back here!" It made a low rumble before its engines flared to life and sent it off into the fray. In the distance Davin saw it rip into a Mandalorian starfighter with its claws...And well, maybe Old Droids didn't really appreciate riders that didn't pay attention.

An Utapau soldier stumbled back, a beskar tomahawk in his chest, snapping Davin back to the battle at hand. A knee jerk reaction, he caught the man and leveled his carbine at the general location he came from and fired all three barrels, blasting peramcrete off of what he assumed was his target's cover.

 

[Damian Starchaser]

I love this graphic​

Location: Kyber Crystal Caves, Utapau
Allies: @Ember Farseer | [member="Mishel Noren"] | [member="Joza Perl"] | [member="Kaia Starchaser"] | [member="Orn Pharr"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] (?)
Enemies: [member="Shia Kryze"], [member="Aryn Spar"]


Damian was in mid poke about to hook Joza by the arm when he heard the commotion through the communication device. Damn. All he had to hear was mandalorian and raid to know that the planet was about to suffer. Although it wasn't mandalorians he'd been on thyferra and taken a rather thorough beating.

It wasn't that he didn't know how to fight, or couldn't but he much preferred to talk his way out of a situation. Fat chance of that happening here. Looking back at the workers he considered their plight for a living. They were simple miners, the matters of empire and kings didn't matter to them. They lived on a day to days basis working for a living. None of this would prevent them from suffering from the choices of those empires however.

He examined his watch quickly taking in the scans of the area and signaling to one of the workers. The man approached him and he pointed to the holographic map. "Take your people there," he said pointing to a relatively secure outcropping of the cave and mine network. "It should take anyone awhile to get there, and its secure." Or rather as secure as it could be considering all things. "Otherwise listen to Joza and just surrender. Give them anything they want." And hope they don't hurt you. Of course if the Mandalorians got all the way into the tunnels to raid and pillage it meant something bad had happened.

Joza turned and asked him if his umbrella was something more. "Of course it is," Damian said with his traditional half cocked smile. "It's a stylish umbrella."

Damians hand moved to adjust his tie out of instinct before realizing he wasn't wearing a suit. He'd have to work on that. Instead he simply suppressed a groan at once again being called 'blondie' and followed the woman with his eyes before trundling up the cavern behind her.

​Upon reaching the Mandalorian(s) near the surface, or near enough to it Joza stopped and took up a 'strong stance'. Damian lazily leaned on his umbrella. "Yeah," he said to the large feline. "What she said! And I can also recommend a good place for a mani-pedi."

And then he a heard a crash from behind them in the cave as drop pods apparently burst into the ground breaking into the tunnel system. While he didn't know the full details he did suddenly detect new lifeforms within the cave. Frowning Damian realized something bad had happened. Leaning in he whispered into Joza's ear. "Joza, we have priorities, if they are in the tunnels..." his mind wandered to the innocent civilians that were now trapped behind them in the cave with possible hostiles or creatures. This also meant there would be a chance they could be surrounded. Feth.

 

[Jorus Merrill]

S.S. Wretched Hive
Utapau Airspace
[member="Hylocereus"]

"Watch your mouth, boy," Jorus snapped, and regretted it immediately. Somewhat. "We go on foot and we'll get bogged down before we've covered half a dozen spots she might be. I'm going to stay on the ship, look at all of them one at a time, and on the way I'm gonna throw supplies to folks who might be dying. And that might include her and her crew, because like feth can we be sure we'll spot her right off. You wanna crusade? Go down there and do your thing. It'll make you feel better, right up until you realize my way's the best way to find her. Doesn't feel as effective, feels pretty fething frustrating, but finding her is more important than your feelings. Now get to that hatch, keep an eye out for fights and her, and start tossing crates - or get off my ship."

He stalked past Hylo and got to work.

 

[Fabula Caromed]

Location: Rekr dreadnought, rear hangar corridor
Objective: Damage mitigation
Enemies: [member="Tusk"], [member="Silas Mantis"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Allies: [member="Connory"], [member="Elijah Rekali"]

There was a deafening craking noise as the corpulent trandoshan fired its first shot. Judging by the matter, it was another one of those slugthrowers people were so keen on. Fabula honestly didn't understand why they needed physical projectiles when the could just blast people with energy. Fabula didn't bother to respect that sort of firepower, and instead took a couple of steps forward into the next shot.

When it collided with her beskar, she was surprised to be sent staggering back a meter or two. Fabula Caromed was strong. Very strong, actually. "Wrestle a Corbos leviathan" strong. It took more than a common weapon to make her stumble. The fact that it really smarted even through beskar plating wasn't as big of an issue for her, of course. In fact, it sort of excited her. It'd been a while since she'd fought something that had a genuine chance of hurting her. Even so...best not to take any chances.

Fabula concentrated her gathered Force energy into her legs and bolted off back down the corridor she'd come from, just as the second shot flew after her. In motion, even for tracking bullets, something blitzing at the speed of "lol, hell naw" was a difficult target. As she moved, her eyes scanned back up the corridor, looking for something to improvise with. Bodies, blasters, useless. Door? Hmm...

When she came to a stop and kneeled over the door she'd just thrown loose, Fabula exhaled, took another deep breath, and cycled out the energy she was tempering. Naturally, her breathing continued normally after that, but she needed that moment of stretching and focus to really get anything done. When she was finished, she concentrated it in her arms and shoved her free, left gauntlet through the chunk her hammer had taken out of that door. Lifting it was a little tricky, but nothing she couldn't handle.

As she stood, she spun in place, interposing a huge blast door between her and the fat lizardman as an impromptu shield. Despite the sudden urge to shout something about her friends and being their shield, or how she lives for this, Fabula didn't take long to orient herself. Then she charged.