By the Blood | The Battle of Concord Dawn

[Muad Dib]

Location: on the ground
Allies: CIS
Enemies: ME
Gear: in profile

[YouTube]https://youtu.be/WpmILPAcRQo[/YouTube]​

The Droppods fell from the heavens like shooting stars. The streaks flashed across the sky as the pods rained down upon Concord Dawn in a storm that would not be denied. With a crash the pods connected with the earth and the troops began to pour free, their exuberance in joing together in battle obvious as they headed for their predetermined destinations and targets.

Climbing free from his own pod, Muad Dib stretched lightly before following in the wake left by the advancing soldiers. Battle would soon be joined and blood of enemy and ally would water the ground in an ancient ritual of war that had not changed in millennia.

Slowing he tilted his his head as a new transmission filtered through his internal speakers of the buy'ce. Listening to the man's words caused a snarl cross his face. Checking the coordinates on his HUD he turned and began moving in that direction. It would most likely would be a trap against overwhelming odds.

"Haven't had a good fight in a while..."

After nearly ten minutes of jogging through the forest he neared the clearing and slowed to take a knee. The odds were that his opponents were already entrenched in the field. He could either wait for reinforcements, stay in the cover and attempt to snipe his foe, or enter what could easily become a killing ground.

And of course, in typical Muad fashion, he chose the path of direct action... Regardless of danger. Rising he moved from cover and strode into the field heading toward the center. Raising his hands up he shouted.

"You want a fight ner vod? Then here I am! Come, face me. I am Muad Dib, Alor of Clan Farr, once known as the Mad Man of Manda'yaim! I've fought for Mand'alors, bled with vode, broke bread with aliit of the clans! Come and share death with me! Let us sanctify this earth with our blood and bring honor to our names in battle that will be spoken of at hearths for generations! Oya!"

The Mad Man stopped in the center of the field waiting for the one who had summoned him to come and join in the eon old dance of death that their people had once worshipped. Battle.

[member="Kaine Australis"]

 

[Riggs]

Location: Concord Dawn
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] , CIS
Enemies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] , [member="Deram Carid"], ME
Kit: in profile

His target was being pelted by fire. Hunkering down for a moment his opponent planted his melee weapon, actions unseen for seconds, until in the sky soared a grenade. Reacting in instinct ,honed by his only only active ability, he swatted the arcing grenade away and watched it land a good distance from where he stood. Just before it landed the grenade released it's wave of fines that he accurately guessed would have impeded his ability in the force.

Turning back to the foe he again saw the poleaxe and nodded, a gesture that may not have been seen by Deram. Lowering the rifle he held it out at his side and dropped it to the ground. Reaching beneath his trenchcoat he removed the two pieces of his wan-shen, deftly uniting the two pieces from years of experience. Spinning the weapon around his body to refamilarize himself to the weight of the weapon he nodded once more before striding forward.

Riggs was not a man to bandy words, rather choosing to allow his actions to speak for him. This battle against the mando'ade still felt wrong to him, yet the decree passed by the Mand'alor the Undying, Ra, had him banished from his homeworld merely due to the fact that he was born different. Born a force Sensitive. Combined with the fact that he fought for the Confederacy who had a legitimate axe to grind, and Riggs knew he was doing his duty.

As he closed the distance he broke into a sprint. His eyes scanned the other man noticing he was easily a head taller and most likely out weighed him by a hundred pounds. But that didn't deter him from his course as his feet carried him speeding toward the other mando'ad. Riggs permitted a single word to escape him.

"Oya!"

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Cassiopeia was fairly hidden, with Vevut and Hev nearby her. The battle that raged was getting closer and closer. Droids and a strange mist was coming from one direction, dropships fell from the sky like a meteor shower, and the sound of guns and blasters rang all across the area. Cassiopeia herself was slightly numb, slightly in shock. Sure, she had been in little skirmishes. But, a war like this? Nope. It was a whole new experience. It was definitely a learning experience - presuming she lived through it. If the battle ever ended, she planned on going to assist in the medical tents. She had relatively enough training to assist there.

She glanced towards Vevut, who was using the particle beam to disable dropships. It was an impressive weapon. She watched as one of the dropships crashed into one of the onslaught of droids, leaving a simmering line in the ground full of melted metal. Hev was unloading his autocannon into droids and soldiers, inching closer towards the main battle.

Cassiopeia herself was headshotting droids and some of the soldiers that were nearing the other Mandalorians who were engaged in sword fights. She hid behind her wall as the man sprayed gunfire in their direction. She popped back out but saw Deram and the guy beginning to engage one on one. It seemed they were also going to be doing some type of close combat, not with guns.

She nearly jumped as she noticed a man appear out of a clearing in the forest. She was - hopefully - out of his site, but she felt too close to him. He seemed to be begging for a fight and Kaine seemed to be happy to oblige - he answered his battlecry with his own. Cassiopeia maneuvered herself further down the wall, careful to make sure she was hopefully not noticed. Kaine was charging him by now. With no other enemies near Kaine, she figured he could handle the guy. She returned her focus elsewhere.

As such, Cassiopeia went back to her support role - taking out droids and soldiers who got too close to Kaine, Deram, and Yasha. She had to make sure they stayed safe from other people during their one-on-one engagements. She wiped her forehead, and wondered how the battle was going in the space above them.

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: on the ground
Allies: CIS
Enemies: ME
Gear: in profile

As his opponent, the one he assumed had made the challenge over the open frequency, came into view Muad grinned under his helm. Perhaps there was still honor in the mando'ade, even under the tyrannical rule of Ra the Undying. Slowly at first he began moving toward his foe, easing into a jog as his eyes viewed the other man moving into the field.

"Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur."

Spoiler

"Today is a good day for someone else to die."

Behind him the Mad Master sensed danger and the loss of life. As he moved to join in combat her pulled up a 360 degree holographic overlay upon his HUD and kept an eye on his six. It was then that he saw the smoldering bulk soaring through the sky in a trajectory that would have it crashing into the field of battle. Snarling inside his armor he put on a burst of speed while pulling his beskad free and tossing it into his left hand, his right flashing down to his thigh and pulling his own revolver he began weaving in a random pattern to be less of a static target.

Aiming his own revolver center mass his finger pulled the trigger as he began his first side step. Unfortunately he was a hair slow, and as the round from [member="Kaine Australis"] glanced against the side of his beskar'gam he felt his shot pull slightly, the explosive round flying toward the other mando'ad.

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: Dirty Dancing with [member="Kaine Australis"]
Allies: CIS
Enemies: ME
Gear: in profile

Closing the distance the Mad Man let the flow of the Force fill his body as the other man's pistol rotated down toward his knee. A smirk upon his face he accelerated his body to move from the probable path of the shot. His own pistol aimed at the other man's midsection and fired another round.

Unfortunately something was wrong. Instead of a blur of motion as time slowed through the force and he enjoyed a massive explosion of acceleration, he instead moved much slower then what he was traditionally able to do in the force. It was then he realized he was in the presence of something that was dampening his connection in the force. Yet still he was able to move faster then the norm.

As the hammer fell on the second explosive round he felt the second shot from the mando'ad. Thankfully he had moved fast enough to avoid the shot to the knee cap. Sadly this placed the shot between his legs where he felt the concussive force of the round, which displaced the air around it so violently, send shockwaves into his groin from the barely avoided hit. Sudden nausea hit his lower abdomen at the pain radiating from his man parts.

"Fierfek!"

Swinging the beskad in a slicing horizontal slash aiming at the others man's neck joint he felt himself unwillingly begin to bend forward as the second, and more intense, wave of pain hit his gut from the disturbance caused in his nether regions.

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: Dirty Dancing with [member="Kaine Australis"]
Allies: CIS
Enemies: ME
Gear: in profile

He was not having a good day.

As his body soared through the air he had one of those crystalline, frozen moments where in holovids the protagonist went on an inner monologue. What had they done to arrive at this point? What mistakes had been made? What could they have done different? But Muad was suffering from a different kind of moment. Why in the gods' names did both his heads hurt in such horrifying ways. And why did he taste iron!?!

Moments before, his blade had been deflected as Kaine had rushed into his guard with the assistance of his suit's propulsion. A beskar punch from the man's right under Muad's chin had sent him flying backwards in a display that the Mad Man would find amusing, if it wasn't him.

Snapping out of his frozen reverie he activated the thrusters in his boots to assist him into a backwards flip while firing the secondary chamber of his revolver out to the right. The targeting sensors in his HUD had sent the locations for the course correcting Flechette rounds to circle back and hit the other man in the shoulder and hip joints where the Flechettes had a chance of penetrating or if not penetrate, at least cause some kinetic discomfort.

As his boots landed once more on the ground he had dropped his weapons momentarily to raise his hands toward where he hoped the other man was still advancing and released a wave repulse that would potentially hit the other man. While his ability with the force may be hampered, the repulsor generators in the gauntlets were not.

Spoiler

(OOC: the wording sounds weird but I didn't imply a hit when giving options for the Flechettes. Just clarifying I didn't call a hit matey. I'm enjoying myself thoroughly ... Muad may or may not agree lol)

 

[Quoron Cadera]

Location: arriving to the party in the Concord Dawn Orbit
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Baiko no Kaho"] ME Mandolorians
Enemies: [member="Aedan Miles"] CIS
Objective: Knock Knock Stupid
Resources: Most of the ME fleet except Momalore's ship

Spoiler

Ship: Dar'ramaanla Vorpan ('Verdant Immortal')
The Adenn ('Merciless')
Firing at: Aden is firing all guns at Gladiator Frigate
Verdant Immortal is spiting guns between the other Gladiator Frigate and the Vindicator Cruiser

As the Mirialan Admiral's ship dropped out of hyperspace the crews of his ships began to warm up the guns on the Dar'ramaanla Vopan and the Adenn began to prep for target locks and properly jump into the fray. He was starring out the view port on the bridge and finally felt at home again.

"Open a channel to our ships and patch me through. Its time to finish this." The admiral straightened his back and a confident smile appeared on his lips as his ship's capacity would soon be seen. "Grand Admiral the channel is open." The Mandolorian fleet was getting more and more battles under its belt and was becoming more and more like the Mandolorian fleets of old. He would address his men and prepare them for the battle. "Today we defend our home against the enemy the come with ships we come with an armada. We will fight them to the end and will not give them an inch. All guns on the Immortal split fire between the Cruiser and the Frigate. Call the fleet and tell them to divert fire of all main cannons to the CIS support fleet." An officer hurried over to the Grand Admiral telling him the guns were firing.

"Send a message to all other captains in the fleet. Tell them to move the Rekr's alongside the Hell-Wolf and move the Coordinators in to the middle of our formation. Tell the Helmsman to move us near the Hell-Wolf and have the Smaller vessels move to the outside of the formation to act as a fighter screen. That is all." With that he saw the fleet begin to move into barrage formation and he saw the CIS ships being fired upon by as the multi-colored lasers began to streak across space. He was ready to do his job and take command of the great Mandolorian fleet.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uctu1e353os

 

[Hailyn]

Stop a Bullet (You Can't)

Allies: The Mandalorian Empire, [member="Yasha Mantis"], [member="Gray Raxis"]
Enemies: Anyone Else
Equipment: Spear, Armor
Objective: Kill Old Yeller

One metallic boot crushed dirt underfoot as Braith stepped out from her transport, her violet eyes shimmering from beneath the hood that her left hand reached back to pull over her head. A small hand held a spear with a knuckle-white grip, a weapon wrought by bending nature to her will through the force - and now she had arrived to do the same to the Confederacy, as they so openly assaulted the allies of the Sith Empire.

She needed no armada of Sith, no Dark Lords or their petty and squabbling underlings. There was no ambition that clouded her mind, not now - not here. There was a singular goal, a singular motive, all shouted in unison within the cacophony of her soul by the screams of the thousands that had been ripped from life on Mirial and sewn together with the consciousness that was only just now beginning to emerge. Raised a warrior, trained in the force by the very people that had once dominated this section of galactic space - and one day would again. She thought back to her teaching, to Disciple and the rest of his pureblood horde, thought back to what it had felt like in that previous life, through older eyes, to rip flesh from bone, through muscle and sinew, with the very spear that she carried in hand. A slow nod of her head displayed her disappointment with the foolish actions taken by the presumptuous Confederacy and their Vice-Lord, actions that would have consequences far steeper than what he might have faced had he came here alone.

But, then, she supposed, that would have made him something more than a coward. And, true to his nature, the leader of this pathetic excuse for an assault on the Mandalorian people simply could not allow anyone to view him in a manner that was greater than the image he had painted for himself and, truly, deserved. "A sad day when the Mandalorian people need to kill one of their own, but I suppose it is better to slaughter a rabid dog before it spreads its disease." The firrerreo said curtly, her piercing gaze sweeping with a turn of her head towards the crashed Confederate ship, where [member="Gray Raxis"] seemed to be. She smiled, flashing a grin as she headed towards the Mandalorian. Perhaps he would be of use in bringing her closer to the conflict, to put down the beasts that were of moderate threat, so that she could bring news back to the Empire that would please her paramour whilst he waited for all of her to resurface.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Space
Enemies:[member="Quoron Viszla"] [member="Baiko no Kaho"]
Allies: NPC ships feck em
Objective: Contact Metus cause oh kark.

Aedan grit his teeth as two more ships dropped out of hyperspace and started to bombard his force feeling the death of each person he snarled and finally snapped out of his trance. He had maintained it long enough that the men would hold out for a few minutes at max before falling back to their standard level of cohesion which was still high compared to most forces. Turning he stormed towards his seat snatching the comlink held out to him as he opened a channel directly to [member="Darth Metus"] and spoke slowly anger evident in his tone as he did. "Metus we need all ground personal to prepare for an Evac the enemy sent more ships. Things are getting a bit tense up here." Almost as if emphasizing his point his ship was hit by a few missiles that had found a gap in his shields causing the various shouted damage reports to bleed over slightly as he bit back a curse narrowing his eyes as he saw his second frigate start to fracture noticing that it appeared at least as if a portion of the crew had gotten to their escape pods in time. Sighing in relief he dispatched shuttles to retrieve them with fighter escorts as he turned his attention back to the fight narrowing his eyes darkly at the newest arrivals before he gestured calmly. "All weapons target the smaller vessel. Prepare to push us forward and prepare to surge the Retribution shields. We will buy time for the remaining Gladiator to collect escape pods and jump away. Also I expect for our fighters to leave if their home ship is destroyed." Various members of his bridge crew nodded as Aedan straightened up and strode forward to the fire control station inputting the newest series of launch parameters for the next two volleys of missiles. As he did that the rest of the fire control team was addressing the needed calculations for the rest of the Werda Kyr'am's armaments.

Firing at:

Spoiler

All weapons from Werda Kyr'am targeting the Adenn firing the costly heavy duty Proton torps instead of standard proton torps from Assault grade launchers. Rest of weapons targeting the bow of the ship.
Vindicator targeting the Verdant Immortal firing all weapons at its aft section aiming for engines.

 

[Malok]

He moved like [member="Srina Talon"].

As the hammer came into view out of his peripheral vision, Darth Metus did as his Apprentice would. He disengaged - solely to evade the swing of the weapon - but kept the pressure on the Mand’alor. His feet danced backwards as he allowed the war hammer to pass by his form; thereby permitting the natural momentum of her arm to create his opportunity for him. Now, a few paces lay between the Vicelord and his adversary.

Now, Lightning burst from his knuckles.

It was more than a cacophony of bolts, but carried with it force - more than enough to uproot an adult male and place him square on his backside.

”There is not a shred of Honor within you, is there? You’ve undone his edict have you - but does the ‘cure’ still exist? Have the ‘cured’ been rid of their new affliction? Has Manda’yaim truly changed - or are Sensitives yet dogs in your eyes?”​

”You are No different. You speak half truths and bold faced lies. And you are certainly not Yasha.”​

As the lightning yet exploded from the knuckles of his dominant hand, his freehand reached for his buy’ce. They clenched and wrenched the armor free, exposing his face.

”You are not the child I pulled from the Nether.”​

[member="Yasha Mantis"]

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Australis War Camp
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Kaden Mantis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deram Carid"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Alleria Fett"]
Enemies: CIS [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Riggs"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Darth Nius"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Neutral/Protection for the People: [member="Amaya Cardei"]
Objective: Talk to Isley


The Rekr Karyatesa buzzed through the air, bringing the distance Yasha craved from this smaller, but more forceful being. The sounds of the battle rushed into a passing wind in Yasha’s ears, as Darth Metus let loose the blast of lightning from his fingers.

Yasha clutched her wolf hammer with both hands and held it in front of her, gritting her teeth with a growing yell as she hunkered down and skidded back in the sod of Concord Dawn, boots unearthing the grass as her jets fired in an attempt to stop her from going back-first into a far tree.

One knee descended to the ground, the growl cut off with a grunt. Her back hit the ground and she rolled, swell of her belly visible under the armour covering her middle. The hammer’s repulsors groaned. For a Mandalorian to remove his helmet in the middle of a battle was a terrible burden. A weakness. Yasha pulled to her knee, using her hammer to stand.

“… Issie?” Yasha held her hand up as Ambrose came to rush the man, pushing up to her feet. “Isley Verd?”

Yasha reached up to her buy’ce, and clicked the seal.

“Yasha! No!” Ambrose roared, his body rippling as he separated himself from the form of a man to the form of a gigantic and snapping wolf. The Gurlanin threw himself in front of the Mand’alor, howling and snapping and clawing the earth.

Yasha Mantis’ helm crashed to the ground. Her heart thrummed in her ribcage, a cacophony only she could hear. “Ambrose, stand down. It’s Isley… He’s the reason I’m alive… Isley, I am Yasha Mantis. I am the six year old girl you found hacking a monster to death with a broken spearhead… my mother was on a muddy red cloak, it was our blanket, and I defended her from you. Stabbed at your knees, because I didn’t distinguish you from the hellspawn, until you spoke in Mando’a, like Daddy.”

Stepping toward the Sith, Yasha let her hammer slide until it nearly grazed at the ground. Her other hand ran along Ambrose’s fur, as she passed him. “You attack our food source and ask if Mandalore has honour? The TSAC’s are open, they’re no longer necessary, Isley, I was adopted by Gray Raxis after my mother died, and Daddy left Mandalore. How could I be the daughter of a Force User and still maintain Ra’s Law? I am Yasha Mantis, I refused food, sleep, anything, while I stood with my spearhead in my hand to defend my mother in the bacta tank. I cried at the light, until you looked in my eyes and turned the lights down. You tried to give me marshmallows, but I wouldn’t leave Mama. Daddy came to get us, he refused to put me down once he got to the medi-bay. This isn’t some trick. I spent seven years in the Netherworld before [member="Ember Rekali"] gave me answers. Seven years! For Dathomir! I paid my punishment for the Mandalorian attack on the Witches with the last remaining years of my childhood swathed in Hell! And at the end of it, I sat at Rekali’s feet and he taught me what the Force was. What the Manda is. Stop this!”

The verbal assault continued with Yasha’s proximity. “Call off your troops and talk to me!”

 

[Darth Athora]

Kervo looked upon his opponent with disgust, paying no mind to the woman he held hostage. "Big guy like yo needs to hide behind some woman? Didn't know I was that intimidating. How 'bout you let her go and you fight me like a man?" Kervo kept his gun pointed directly at the zabrak, refusing to take his eyes off him for a second.

He could hear the fighting going on behind him. The Blood Riders were putting up one hell of a fight. The droids constantly attempted at overwhelming them, but their unconventional methods of warfare made them a very tough nut to crack. Were any droids able to push into melee range of the Blood Riders, their beskar proved strong enough to protect them from the assassin droid's blades while they hacked away at the metal bodies of the droids with their axes.

[member="Daxton Bane"]

 

[Daxton Bane]

Daxton sneered at the younger man, not that he could see the Sith Lords reaction as the reflective face shield would hide everything from his opponent. Shrugging as if his opinion did not matter one bit, Daxton seemingly let go of the woman before delivering a super kick that sends her flying into a wall, where a sickening crack breaks her spine. Fortunately for her, the pain ends rather quickly was the grenade detonates blowing up her head in a shower of blood and bone.

“Look what you made me do.” He mockingly scolded [member="Kervo Namadi"] in a calm taunting tone. “It must bug you, why all the bloodshed, murder and rapine. The irreparable damage to your world must be for a reason right? Something that triggered all this madness and bloodshed, right?”

Force enhanced reflexes drew both heavy blasters and pointed them in the direction of the Mandalore. “Wrong sweet cheeks. This is all about payback for what your people did. So here we are at a dead mans stand off, do you have what it takes to end it all? What does nor kill me will only make me........stranger. So stop wasting my time.......here.....we.....go!!!!!”

Cackling with mad laughter, Daxton starts blasting away at the younger man, using his knowledge of Shatter Point and experience against the warrior people to target weak points in their armor, causing it to buckle and crack under repeated blows. Closing the gap, he would repeatedly pound the same spot where the warriors ball and socket joint of his weapon arm, not only would this screw up his aim but accumulated damage would make it harder to lift and move.

He didn’t care about the return fire he would receive, well not initially anyway. His suit had multiple layers of shields against blaster attacks and was magically warded so that projectiles would richochet off, as was evident on the scarring all over the metal surface.

Meanwhile on the ground, Blood Rider unconventional fighting skills would not matter one wit to mass wave attack of the droids as they surrounded and gangpressed each warrior. Unrelenting stabbing and latching on to them until the massed weight would topple them over onto the ground and they were torn to shreds.

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: Blowing my load with [member="Kaine Australis"]
Allies: CIS
Enemies: ME
Gear: in profile

It wasn't every day that he Mad Got to actually fight, down and dirty, against someone as tough, ornery, and skilled in combat as he was. A grudging hint of respect ate at his mind for a moment until the Mandalorian hovered and aimed a shot on his groin.

Activating the dinu'ul on his left arm he crouched, dropping under the first round just as the sonic attack hit him. His buy'ce immediately dampened the sound levels to save his hearing yet the monetarily burst of noise rocked him back just in time for his shield to take the brunt of the second kinetic round.

Most who have seen holovids would not at the hero, or villain, who had managed to counter the round with no issues. That just wasn't how real life works. Even though the round was stopped the force of the shot was enough to shatter bone ... If Muad had bone in his left forearm of course.

A nasty fight with a sith master named Malice Draclau that ended with the two fighting in the gullet of a sarlaac and Muad using the jagged fragments of his forearm bones to claw his way out helped him this day. The bones were replaced by beskar, a gift. Yet that didn't stop injury to his arm.

The blow caused soft tissue damage as the kinetic energy distributed throughout the arm, causing trama to the flesh beneath the shield and armor. With nerve endings screaming from pain the Mad Man continued his next wave of attack.

Activating the boosters in his boots once more he 'flew' directly beneath the other man and the ground, his right arm raised and firing a Whipcord in hopes of hooking Kaine's legs while the left activated a thermal detonator and dropped it in his passing in the hopes of pulling the other man into a big bang, and not the beginning of the universe but perhaps the end of the mando'ad scrappy life.

 

[Malok]

His wrath burned the air.

Vicious arcs of primal energy tore across the divide between Sith and Mand’alor, slamming headlong into the defense she mustered. At once, [member="Yasha Mantis"] surrendered her sword, allowing the Songsteel weapon to fall to the lush earth so that she might grasp her hammer rightly. With a grip of iron did she resist Darth Metus’ onslaught, utilizing her iconic weapon as he bulwark against his wrath. Yet the force behind the Lightning would not be denied. Her feet skidded for purchase upon the fertile soil. Her jets shoved back in defiance.

It was only when the Gurlanin intervened that the storm subsided.

...Issie?

That word. That name. It gave the Sith Lord pause. None of his children referred to him as thus. None of his kin. None of his allies. Only one was cherished enough to place such as whimsical spin on his name. In that moment, a shred of doubt danced within the depths of his sulfuric eyes. How could this woman - a full grown Mand’alor - be the little one he liberated from the Blood Wastes? How was this poss-

Yasha! No!

The time for ruminating came to an abrupt conclusion. As the man beast transfigured before the Sith, acting as a staunch defender to his liege, the Sith responded reflexively. His gaze flew to the gleam of Songsteel that had been abandoned upon the earth, and the slightest whim saw telekinetics dance across its form. The blade flew, swiftly, along the surface of the grass, turning ever so slightly as it moved. Then, in but the span of seconds, its cutting edge would attempt to bite into the ankle of the Gurlanin.

All the while the Sith held his saber aloft.

All the while Darth Metus looked upon the little wolf who had bared her fangs against Hell itself. Her words bit into him. Deeper than any fang. Harder than any blade. She stepped forward, and with each moment he could see it for himself. And the question of how was answered by the mere mention of the name Ember. ”...”

Schuuup! The white-hot blade extinguished at the mere flick of his finger. He did not lower the hilt just yet.

”You...Because it is you Yash’ika…”​

”I will hear what you have to say.”​

And thus did the Sith raise his helm to his lips, speaking directly over the Confederate channel.

”All forces, this is your Vicelord. I am in the midst of negotiating with the Mand’alor, Yasha Mantis - Cease Fire until instructed further. I repeat, Cease Fire.”​

​

With his edict declared, the Sith returned his full attention to the Mand’alor and her guardian. ”You’d best do the same, lest your men keep up the fight.” he began. ”You and this Empire have much to answer for. And if the Undying truly is gone and you are truly the Yasha I know...then how do you intend on paying this debt of blood?”

 

[Matt the Radar Tech]

Objective: Fight!
Location: Surface - Battlefield

---

"Oya, lad," Deram said, his voice filtering through the helmet. "A shame it had to come to this."

Rushing headlong at his opponent, not necessarily his enemy, Deram roared as he brought his poleaxe forward in a jab for the other humanoid's chest. The attack resulted in the tall Mandalorian stamping his boots down firmly, stopping his run, despite sliding forward several feet. From the look of it, Deram was bigger, but also older; and his opponent was lean muscle, and younger. It was going to be a tough engagement, that was for sure.

Pulling the axe back, Deram held it firmly in two hands, the weapon held in such a way as to be used to block.

"Show me what you've got, kid..."

---

Engaging: [member="Riggs"]

Allies: Mandalorians Yasha Mantis Kaine Australishttp://starwarsrp.net/user/17774-kaine-australis/ Cassiopeia Caranthyr​

Enemies: CIS [member="Riggs"] ​

​

Spoiler: Translations[/SIZE

]-

 

[Muad Dib]

Location: Ceasing "Fire" with [member="Kaine Australis"]
Allies: CIS
Enemies: ME
Gear: in profile


Flying by and passing Kaine he didn't feel the Whipcord go taut. Releasing the cord he felt the shockwave from not one, but two explosions. Grunting from the pressure rocking his body he cut the thrusters in his boots and hit the ground and rolled across the landscape.

Rising to his feet he turned his head slightly as Isley's voice echoed through the comms. A cease fire was ordered. Kaine landed and fired at the Mad Man who was a decent distance from the other mando'ad. As the blasts lanced toward him he pulled on the force, and absorbed the kinetic forever that connected with his beskar'gam.

Even with the force strengthening his body, him absorbing the force, and the beskar he felt a pain lanced into his side as one of his ribs gave under the onslaught. Snarling from the pain and rage he focused on the abundant power running through him.

"Ten four Isley. Cease fire. But he shot me in the dick."

Gritting his teeth he resisted the urge to use his mastery in fire. Opting instead for an ability he typically had no aptitude for he wrenched into the ground behind him pulling several slabs of stone and bedrock free. Using the energy he had absorbed he launched the earthly missiles at the mando'ad, a small smirk on his face as his mind interpreted the orders.

"That ain't fire power, so I don't have to cease ...."

 

[Riggs]

Location: Concord Dawn
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] , CIS
Enemies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] , [member="Deram Carid"], ME
Kit: in profile

Bringing the wan-shen around across his body he felt the jab of the poleaxe reverberate through the shaft of his own weapon. At their impact he slid several feet back with a grim smile upon his face. Battle was joined between the two vode, young and old, large and small, but despite their differences they were both mando'ad and this would be one to remember.

"Yes ori'vod. But we have our duty."

Disengaging his weapon he eyed Deram who was in a blocking guard. Whipping his weapon around his body, Riggs spun utilizing the momentum and lanced out with a horizontal slash aimed for the other man's neck. He didn't necessarily want to kill the man, but he had been ordered to fight, and he had to do his duty.

 

[Kaden Farr]

Kaden and Yasha had been separated for the majority of the battle. The young warrior had been withdrawn from the front lines as he was still adjusting to sight with one eye. Ambrose had made the decision and convinced Yasha he was not ready to return to his place one step behind and to the right of her. The decision fueled his rage and each opponent he faced was treated with the same ferocity as the hellish creatures he defeated in the Netherworld. It was a sad and gruesome fate for any who got in his way, one they did not deserve but received regardless. Kaden was a killer. Beskar still covered the soft flesh of his heart, and Yasha was the only one who knew how soft it could be.

He reached the battle between [member="Yasha Mantis"] and [member="Darth Metus"] in enough time to hear his call for the cease fire. His blade ceased its hum, though his words, the tone and perceived threat, stung against Kaden's ears.

Yash'ika

The use of that name from a man who would have killed her enraged Kaden's tongue. He stepped between them. His place was to protect his wife and child which she carried with her into battle. Kaden removed his buy'ce in order to look with his own eye on the man who would dare threaten both.

"You would make the innocent child she carries pay for these supposed atrocities as well?"

Kaden carried himself like a territorial beast protecting what was his. The logic of the man before them failed to translate for Kaden also. There was only one who stood with a debt of blood on their hands, and that was Mia Monroe, a debt she had paid for with her life. The Civil War had been her doing, thinking she could claim to lead the people whose home she would destroy because they had "lost their way..." There was no room for the words the man chose to use, not with Kaden. He knew his place however and would let Yasha address those.

"I will forgive that you may not have known she carries, but now that you do anything further I will perceive as a threat to my child. You are not like those of Clan Munin who would make an attempt on an innocent life because of the sins of the mother, would you?"

In short, Kaden wanted Metus to ensure their talks would not put his child at risk, and that he was not like Munin.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Australis War Camp
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Shia Kryze"] [member="Kaden Mantis"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Deram Carid"] [member="Cassiopeia Caranthyr"] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Alleria Fett"]
Enemies: CIS [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Riggs"] [member="Rex Taff"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Rapax"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Darth Nius"] [member="Katrine Van-Derveld"]
Neutral/Protection for the People: [member="Amaya Cardei"]
Objective: Reconnect with an Old Friend

“Ambrose!!” Yasha leapt for her bodyguard and protector, knocking the sword away after it sliced deep into his ankle. She bent on her knee to hold the snarling, yelping Gurlanin, yanking him back with a snarl of her own for Metus. “He’s my protector, Issie! Leave off!”

Standing back up to her full height, Yasha grimaced at the man who instinctually wounded her protector and tapped at her ear.

“Ceasefire. This is Mand’alor the Hell Wolf, and I command all Mandalorians to cease fire. The invading force came in on fake news.” ​

Yasha Mantis’ voice went forth to all the Mando’ade on the planet. Her riduur Kaden raced between the Vicelord and the Mand’alor, prepared in perpetuity to destroy what stood in his wife and best friend’s way as he always had.

“Kaden, it’s okay now… it’s Issie. He didn’t know about our baby, nobody did.” Yasha put her gauntleted hand on Kaden’s arm, looking into his one good eye. Cupping his chin, she kissed Kaden’s cheek and stepped away from him. “He will not harm her… just as I will not harm those who use the Force within respectable bounds in my Empire... and I pity the idiot who tries to harm us with you by our side, c'yare.”

Her boots struck the grass as she walked toward the Dark One, the man who rescued a hell child and her mother. “I was a child, when Ra started this Empire, Isley. Barely a girl at all. Look around you, I inherited one heck of a mess.”

Shaking her head, Yasha let loose a sardonic chuckle and kept closing the distance. “Yet, we are Mando’ade. We follow the Resol’nare, we treat our families with mercy and our enemies with the reproach of our guns and beskads. We began the reparations by salvaging our people from starvation, Issie, your troops are attacking our food. The Cataclysm destroyed our harvests and decimated our hunting creatures. What recourse did you think we had to survive, if not to take what we needed? My first edict was to change the Undying’s laws against Force Users. Sensitivity is no longer a crime. All we ask is, as a sign of good faith, that those sensitive with the Force refrain from using their powers on Manda’yaim. It’s a step. A hard one, when the Force has caused such pain to us… I’ve opened diplomatic talks with the Commenor Systems Alliance, the Silver Jedi, the Collective… we need work, Isley! Honest work for honest Mando’ade, and I am taking steps to find it. To protect our borders, which lost their defences until recently. I am not Ra Vizsla.”

Stopping within a breath of Metus, Yasha looked down into his perilous golden eyes. “… I sat at his feet and learned from him. I ate at his table, and slept in the Sundari Palace, when I had no other place to go. I learned that the Undying was a Mand’alor for revenge’s time, and no longer. To this day I do not know why we turned coat on Dagobah. None of us do, the Undying hid much from us… but should we not take our gaze outward and stop this… needless squabbling over semantics and past sins? Should we not push forward gladly, with honour reborn. Cin Vhetin, Alor Verd…”

The child who huddled in constant fear of attack and snuck out of her hidey-hole only for marshmallows wrapped her arms around Darth Metus’ chest. She sunk her cheek on his pauldron, embracing the enraged Vicelord.

“Welcome home, Issie. You and the Mandalorians exiled by Ra’s order can come home. We can fix this, and we will. How do you expect me to fix it overnight, when we've just gotten started? Welcome home. I missed you ba’vodu.”