Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

[Rexus Wenck]

[member="Kade Kelborn"]

The ex-stormtrooper nodded, "Alright then mate." He announced with a warm grin gesturing for the man to follow him back into the cantina he'd emerged from. The owner, an older man from the Core worlds, anxiously let the duo pass with no comment from him. As soon as the climbed to the second floor, Rexus let up a mighty yell. "Oi, lads, get out here!" He bellowed at the top of his lungs. He lead the Death Watch member through the confines of the cantina, and up to the dingy, dull rooms above it.

The hallway was grimy, and seedy, with duffle bags being thrown out by Rexus' compatriots. Twigg was the first to answer, peeking his head around the door. "What's all 'is then?" Twigg barked.

Rexus smirked, and gestured to the man, "Meet Mister," He paused, and thought to himself, "You didn't introduce yourself." He turned to the man, "What do we call you? Boss? Bossman?" He shook his head, and returned his attention to the group, such trivial matters would wait. "Either way, this fine gent, I believe is interested, in hiring us."

 

[Malok]

Location: Cold Iron City | Outskirts
Allies: Death Watch ([member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Briika Tor"]), Clan Namadi ([member="Buurenaar Namadi"], [member="Kervo Namadi"], [member="Rhaenys Namadi"])
Enemies: Monroe's Insurrection ([member="Ru Tetsuya"]), Clan [member="Ordo"] ([member="Ginnie Ordo"], [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"])
Engaging: N/A


[ Probes away. ]

The Mando'a uttered by the Blood Rider erupted as a cloud of steam against the frigid air. He sat astride his faithful Beast, working in the relative quiet of the North. Above, his personal transport moved into position in the skies above. Its cargo doors slid open, exposing its innards to the northern chill. Then, in timed intervals, onyx probe droids plummeted out of the cargo hold. Their descent was swift, yet unceremonious. They did not go in guns blazing, nor did they join the ongoing frey by any stretch of the imagination. In truth, the Blood Rider hoped their entrance would go largely unnoticed due to the fighting in the streets.

Only time would tell if they all survived.

In the meantime, their fledgling scans began to manifest upon the datapad within his hand. The information was not yet comprehensive, but it was better to have something to go off of rather than flying in blind. With every second that the probes survived, the data within his grasp would grow more precise. Satisfied, Dagon Namadi clicked his tongue in order to motivate his mount into moving. Between the whines of the Basilisk's servos and the crunch of snow underfoot, the Blood Rider's presence would be easily announced to his kin who had gathered thus far. With put another click of his tongue, the Beast came to a halt.

[ Check the Network, I've got scans coming in. ] he said, before sliding off his mount. [ Fighting has begun in the streets. What's the situation here? ]

His words were aimed at the only Namadi currently present: [member="Buurenaar Namadi"]. And, once he had trudged through the gods-forsaken-icy-bullchit covering the earth, he opened his arms as wide as he could. A toothy grin formed on his face, clashing significantly with the severity of the Civil War. But, in this world of bloodshed, even raiders needed a moment for their kin.

[ Almost didn't see you there little legs. ] Came his "I'm taller than you, haha" jab.

 

[Silas Mantis]

Location: MandalMotors Top Level
Allies: Death Watch- [member="Kad Tor"], [member="Marev Priest"], [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Enemies: Da'manda- [member="Zeke Farthen"], [member="Zeke Farthen"], [member="Gilamar Skirata"], [member="Mia Monroe"]

"I know you won't ad'ika." Silas wiped the tear from her cheek and placed a gauntled hand on his niece shoulder to reassure her. His heart hurt for her, to have gone through all she had was nigh unimaginable, she had made it through hell, she deserved to grow up with both of her parents at the very least. But no, someone thought they weren't strong enough as a people, and they robbed her of that. Silas was going to gut the lot of them, or at least make a damn fine effort to.

When Strider blew the roof, his hand left his niece and found his rifle as he dropped into the breach. From there he ran on instinct, the blaster snapped up and in an instant he was squeezing the trigger, a burst of fire cut down one man, and an instant later it dropped another. The team was frighteningly lethal, and in what felt like a mere few seconds they had the floor nearly cleared.

As they moved down the hall, an armored man jumped at Silas from the shadows, beskad drawn and aimed for the Young Wolf's throat. Smashing the butt of his rifle into the helmet, the dar'manda's head kicked back, but as he staggered back Silas didn't make a move. "Yasha." He said coldly, staring down the stumbling traitor with hate filled eyes. There was no need to say anything else, she knew what to do, and if anyone deserved to finish off the nameless traitor it was her.

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

Location: MandalMotors HQ
Allies: Death Watch [member="Kad Tor"] | [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Kal Kandossii"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Marev Priest"]
Enemies: Monroe's Mandalorians [member="Zeke Farthen"] | [member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Tahn rose with a devilish smile as the ramp lowered to the inviting green glow of Mand'alor's flare, the Liberator was here. His axe let out a screech as he dragged it from the floor of the transport, ducking his head under the exit of the ramp. He prepared himself to rush in as the charges Kor had set began to go off, debris from the ground flying past his face as the explosion gave them the opportunity they needed.

The Commander went first into the screams of confusion below, firing rapidly into both worker and insurgents. Tahn followed Strider closely however, diving past the right of the old man and driving his axe into the closest person he could find. The edge buried itself into the shoulder of a simple business man, no armour protecting his soft flesh as his shocked eyes watch a quick gush of blood leave his shoulder before he fell lifeless to the floor below.

A disoriented Mandalorian took a few shots at Tahn, missing him narrowly as the wolf began to rush his opponent. One of the stray shots landed, burning itself into his shoulder as his armour did nothing to protect him. Pushing through the pain Tahn threw himself into the armoured figure, both slamming into the wall with force. Tahn gave out a roar in the face of the Mandalorian before smashing his face against the helmet of the soldier, drawing blood from his forehead as he forced the Mandalorian through the wall to the floor.

He gave out one last bestial roar before he raised the weapon above his head and drove it into the chest of his enemy, a loud crunch as the man below him died instantly. Metal scraped against metal as Tahn forced the weapon out from where it had been lodged, spitting on the corpse before he made his way back through into the hallway his fellow Death Watch members were making their way through.

He sauntered down the hallway as the rest of the commandos eliminated the men and women, including a father along with his wife and child. So were the casualties of war and Tahn was used to the death of children, it had been much of what he grew up with.

"Then I suppose I have to begin compensating, don't I?" He remarked towards Kad as he marched towards the lift and Mandalorian Steel door. "I'm sure I can compensate for some numbers with whatever is locked behind here." He said as he raised the battle axe above his head.

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Tahn stumbled backwards as the steel of his axe rang against the door, the vibrations travelling up into his shoulders. The door was stronger than he thought, not even denting the damn thing. Suppose I have to put more force into this Once again he lifted the axe into the air, this time however he let his bestial rage take over. His nails began to grow into claws, fangs and hair growing as his eyes turned into a bright amber. Letting out a loud grunt as he brought the axe into the steel door again.

Clang

And again he got thrown back and the vibrations began to run up along the entirety of his arms as his bestial features began to retract. "Why don't one of you have a go at it then, I'm getting more excited about what lies inside." He panted as he fell backwards to allow his squadmates to open it for him. He regained a stance right behind the door, axe clutched tightly in both hands. This time he would be the first into the breach, show his brothers what his worth was.

 

[Goran]

No one had shot at Goran. Yet.

It was strange. Keldabe was already a shattered mess. Troops were running too and fro, which was not necessarily an unusual thing in a city built by and for Mandalorians. The unusual part was they weren't out running errands, picking up supplies for a mission. They were on a mission, invaders in a city most of them were native to.

So what was Goran to do?

Nothing. They didn't shoot at it. It didn't shoot at them. Though it was fairly certain, by now, that they were Death Watch, they had a specific target in mind. The little Shard wasn't on their list. Or at least, it wasn't on the list at the moment. Somehow, the Shard suspected that this would change. Though the Shard was wholly apolitical, it was still a Force user, and it was only a matter of time before they ended up getting around to rounding up the Forcies. It was time to leave Mandalore.

The former Shard trundled its way towards the spaceport. It would probably be a while before it could get offplanet, but that was fine. It kept most of its gear in a connex at the spaceport. It had plenty of credits to buy passage offworld. Where, exactly, it was going to go, it didn't know. For now, Keldabe was no longer home.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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The Mandalorian Civil War had begun, the beginning of it was witnessed by the Bounty Hunter when Mia Monroe attempted to claim her rule over the others back in Keldabe. An unwise decision in Fett's personal opinion, though it isn't like the man would offer such advice for further meetings. Though once again he found himself on Mandalore, with Mia's bounty still at large and unclaimed, he pursued it once again. She got lucky last time and escaped Koda. This time would not be the case, for Koda Fett always gets his mark.

The infamous Bounty Hunter made his way towards an advantageous position, a large destroyed building nearby the MandalMotors building. Was it pure luck that brought him to the same place as his quarry? There wasn't a way he could've tracked her there. No, in fact he had killed a series of Mia's and Death Watch Mandalorians on his way towards the position, both their comm channels accessible to the man. So, it was the chatter over the comms that brought him towards the MandalMotors tower.

The emerald green armoured Fett remained knelt down in the rubble, his side cloak aimlessly flapping in the soft breeze with an EE-3 clutched in his grip. His brown eyes watched on beneath the black T-Visor. The Death Watch were approaching, closing in and would soon take over the building. Would Monroe survive? Koda assumed as much, in fact he counted on it. Any follower of Viszla would happily bring her to him themselves, anything to be noticed by the Mand'alor. So he sat, and he waited. His time would eventually come, and when it did he'd have his bounty.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Cold Iron City
Allies: Deathwatch; [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Dagon Namadi"], [member="Buurenaar Namadi"]
Enemies: Insugrents; [member="Ordo"], [member="Ginnie Ordo"], [member="Ru Tetsuya"]

"I need that shoulder, Bree," the warrior said to his wife as she punched him. He wasn't annoyed with her for what she did. It was just how their relationship rocked and sailed.

Then war started. The enemy had chose to use the element of surprise on Vilaz and his warriors. An old trick in the books of war that wouldn't find that much of effect that the insurgents thought. Oh, no, it would take much more than that. Vilaz was war, and he would show these pretenders what it meant to have war. Every woman and man in his clan was expected to live up to his standards, and more importantly to Mandalore's standards. He had no tolerance for sloppy work or inept skills. The man was harsh on his clansmen, but through all the hell he made them go through they made him proud.

And they would show that to these false Mandalorians.

Before arriving they had come prepared for almost anything. And with the surprise attack that left few dead and wounded they were able to react efficiently. A dropship took a hit from the mass driver scattering chunks of debris around and crashing into one of the garrisons, but there were more which would take action.. Munin clansmen engaged the enemy, showing skill and prowess. One thing that Vilaz had taught them was to never show any honor to the enemy. Honor was only shown to friends and family; not infidels. They wouldn't hold back in fighting dirty against their foe.

Blasters and missiles were shot at Vilaz, Briika, and whoever was with them. They propelled from where they stood to avoid the fire, but some were unfortunate. Vilaz would respond to this verbally and non-verbally as he a gave a chilling order to his men.

"They have given sanctuary and haven to these insurgents."​

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Show no mercy to those that don't bear our colors."​

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"Kill them!"​

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"KILL THEM ALL!"​

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Those that were not engage with the enemy would obey Vilaz's order would find whatever bystander and indiscriminately execute them where they stood. The dropships would fire their missiles on the artillery and shoot lasers at infantry personnel before chasing those that rode their war droids. As for Vilaz and Bree, along with the rest of their troops, they would continue their march at the mining complex where they would also unleash fury and wrath on hostiles and bystanders.

He was war, and he would show them war.​

 

[Subject 37]

Sundari Prison
Allies: Death Watch | [member="Atiniir Starrider"]
Enemies: Insurgents

Aryn swept forward like a torrent, his claws dug deep into the first man in his way. Beskar sliced through armor and cloth, cutting the mans chest and sending a spurt of blood over the floor. A loud growl escaped his throat as a Blaster bolt struck his pauldron, his eye locking on the one who'd shot.

A scowl pulled at his lips.

The man glared at him, his face half frozen in fear as his hands began to shake. The Togorian scowled and then took a single step forward, grasping the mans rifle and slowly crushing the bare metal within his palm. There was a loud creak, as the weapon crumpled in on itself. Aryn scowled, glaring down at the weak little man. "Run."

The single word made the guard bound out and towards the door.

Pathetic. Aryn thought to himself with the shake of a head.

The guards here were not true Mandalorians, they were weaklings who'd forgotten himself. This world had been ravaged and destroyed, it's people had lost much, but yet it seemed that instead of growing strong they had fallen in upon themselves. Aryn scowled, turning towards the long stretch of corridor. Just beyond he could see the open space of the cells, great transparisteel cells numbering in the hundreds. Without further hesitation he stepped forward.

"My brothers!" His voice boomed out within the Prison. "Ra has returned."

He'd never been much of an orator, but the cheer his proclamation received an uproarious shout worthy of the Mand'alor himself. "Let those of you who would serve him be free."

 

[Darth Athora]

Location: Outskirts - Cold Iron City
Allies: Death Watch ([member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Briika Tor"]), Clan Namadi ([member="Buurenaar Namadi "], @Kervo Namadi, [member="Rhaenys Namadi"])
Enemies: Monroe's Insurrection ([member="Ru Tetsuya"]), Clan [member="Ordo"] ([member="Ginnie Ordo"], [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"])


Even in these arctic-esque coonditions, Kervo felt as warm as the air above a beskar forge. His determination to bring justice to those who turned Mandalore to the dust bowl it was now was paramount. And those who would associate themselves with the criminals were just as guilty. And Kervo had no mercy to spare. "Vod!" the bloodrider called out to his sister, [member="Rhaenys Namadi"]. He'd pull out a pair of binoculars and look through them to get a good look at the target location. "You ready to do this?" Kervo was, of course, referring to the plan.

Him and the several squads behind him were tasked with infiltrating the Mandalorian military base within the city in order to put some of the toys there to good use. "I've got good men on the inside of there. Once I give the signal, they'll get us inside the compound." he stated. "But, careful. Not every man in there is on our side, vod. Stay on your toes." Kervo took the binoculars away from his face and looked at her. "You know I value your opinion as much, if not more, than anyone else so if you have something, speak up." Then Kervo remembered her reluctance to speak unless absolutely necessary. He sighed and smiled at her. "Let's get our home back from these aruetii, eh?"

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: MandalMotors Top Level
Allies: Death Watch [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Marev Priest"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"]
Enemies: Da'manda [member="Zeke Farthen"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Mia Monroe"]


If the Mando'ade needed any indication of how dangerous a cub could be, they had no farther to look than [member="Preliat Mantis"]' progeny.





Yasha jumped to an outcropping of metal and climbed down a rail. She disappeared in the chaos, steering close to [member="Silas Mantis"] and the Death Watch. She would prove to [member="Strider Garon"] she belonged.





Through the chaos and the smoke, security officers and civilians began to scream. Some clutched the backs of their legs, dropping to one knee as the Death Watch came through. Shouts and gurgles began to chase after their falls.





Yasha took the armoured man at a run, blood spattering from her tomahawk and beskad as she leapt and stabbed both weapons into his body. Her beskad skipped off the armour plate, tomahawk burying into his chest. She stabbed up with her beskad, climbing the mountainous body and riding him to the ground. The 8 year old fumbled at the armoured man's buy'ce, cranking it off and hacking down with her tomahawk.





Yasha stabbed and hacked, until the man's face was nothing but a spout of crimson. No noise escaped her but the heaving of her diminutive lungs. Sheathing her beskad, Yasha grabbed the dar'manda's buy'ce and threw it at a civilian. Sprinting at the woman, Yasha grabbed her tomahawk two-handed and swung it at the woman's legs. Crimson spattered, Yasha kept running. She scampered up a hole in the wall, sliding into an HVAC tunnel and kicked her way through to the next room.





A child's howl caught the chaotic air, scattered with a shout, blaster-fire and more childish scream. The door opened and a man's torso slunk into the hall, hacked to ribbons. Yasha stood in the middle of a tangle of bodies, threw her tomahawk into the back of a girl who grabbed a gun.





Yasha's howl broke the hall as she pulled the tomahawk from the girl's twitching back and kept running. She circled to [member="Silas Mantis"], whispering into her comm to [member="Kad Tor"] and [member="Tahn Vizsla"].





"Are we playing the killing game? Can I play?"

 

[Listralli Namadi]

Location: Outside the Cold Iron City
Allies: [member="Briika Tor"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Dagon Namadi"] | [member="Buurenaar Namadi"] | [member="Kervo Namadi"]
Enemies: [member="Ordo"] | [member="Ginnie Ordo"] | [member="Ru Tetsuya"]

There was little more to be said as the small transport flew through the freezing skies. The humming noise behind me rolled off the rig jacked from an old orbital mining sensor that hooked into the ship's systems. She still wasn't sure why, as the bloody thing didn't seem to be working. Maybe it was the weather. Or maybe it wasn't wired it right. Sensors had always been tricky, espically when they weren't designed for the vehicle. I'd have to figure them out when there wasn't a war to fight. Which probably would be never, considering the state of the galaxy. Which was good. It always meant more raids. More raids meant more spoils, which in turn made the clan richer, which made life better for everyone. So, yes. I'm all for the wars. It gives my clan something to do.

That said, this civil war business felt wrong at first. These were mandos, whos only sin was following a different leader. Could I really fault them for that? After all, some of them were misguided. Simply following someone wasn't that much of a crime, right? But the thoughts fled my mind as soon as they came. They followed the woman who had burned her home. Who had taken so many of their people. My people. There was no rest. No quarter. They would be cut down like toe dogs they are.

A chirping noise echoed from the cargo hold. "Oh? Yeah, okay. I'll be there in a minute." We were here. Flicking the switch to set the ship to land, it took me longer than I'd like to admit to slip past the sensor array in the middle of the ship. Those things are big, okay? The Bes'uliik chirped in greeting, and my hand gently touched the side of its head. "You ready to have some fun?" It sounded excited this time. "Right. Let's go." Metal palm pressing against the door release, and the ship's rear opened into the frozen air. Not that I could feel the cold right now.

A few brief seconds later, my siblings on the ground would see a form fall from the ship, followed by the droid I had drawn attached to. The Bes'uliik surged bast me as I plummeted to earth, and as the helmet blared an alarm at the speed at which I was falling, it soared under me, leaving me somewhere to go. I ignored it, letting myself plummet further. I may or may not have been giggling like some aruetii schoolgirl the entire time. Still, I managed to climb onto the metal critter before hitting ground. We landed close enough to the others that I could see them as I removed my buy'ce. "Sorry I'm late. Sensor wasn't working right."

 

[Katrine Van-Derveld]

Location: Cold Iron City | Outskirts
Allies: Death Watch ([member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Briika Tor"]), Clan Namadi ([member="Buurenaar Namadi"], [member="Kervo Namadi"], [member="Dagon Namadi"], [member="Listralli Untaal"])
Enemies: Monroe's Insurrection ([member="Ru Tetsuya"]), Clan [member="Ordo"] ( [member="Ginnie Ordo"], [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"])

The lands were cold and dark, though perhaps not quite to show the war that raged ahead. Traitors and brethren spilled blood tonight, and while Rhaenys took pleasure in blood spilled on the battle field, it repulsed her to know they had come to war, their own warriors fighting against each other when there were far worse things in the galaxy beyond their world. The woman had never seen the beyond Mandalore, she had a curiosity towards the outside but the stories Buir told were plenty and rich. Rhaenys knew her place was on their home planet and where she had drawn first breath, she would draw her last, and gladly so.

Her mechanical monstrosity moved forward to their destination, she could almost believe its bolts and wires were aching for a fight almost as much as she was. Almost. Rhaenys had no disillusion to what she rode on, she understood the necessity of technology and learned from those who understood it better but it did not chance the feel a close quarter combat gave, blade striking blade, blood rushing. The armor they wore was yet another necessity, the new Mandalorian way but the warrior inside her crave for ancient battle. Perhaps today, she would get it, perhaps not. Either way, she was here because of duty and honor. Rhaerys Namadi lived for Resol'nare, and since the first time the rhyme had been told to her by her buir. Mandalore would defeat those that had brought them shame.

The sound of her brother's voice made her head turn, waiting for him to come to her. Was she ready for this. Beneath her helmet, she smiled though she did not answer him. Her silence should have been enough to him now.

He continued speaking as he'd watched, speaking of his men and his faith in them but he warned her well of those not on their side. [ "They shall bleed out today, vod." ] Her words came through her helmet as her visor focused up ahead. Did she have anything to say though? [ "Time for talk has ended. Today I seek their death and our honor." ] If the dead were watching, buir would be proud today as would all their ancestors. Rhaenys muttered a silent call to Kad Ha'rangir as she hands motions her mouth to pick up his speed. She did not pray for the weak prayed but she honored the old god of destruction and his path. Today, they would do what the rhymes had told of his journey. Bring destruction for the change and growth.

If her Basilik was of flesh, it would roar, she considered many times as she was learning to control it. Now, it simply picked up pace, its metal legals hitting into the ground heavy as it moved, coming to a halt at her command just as they had reached their kin. If her Basilik was alive, it would be as every bit impatient as she was, her blaster and sword hanging at each side of her waist, waiting to be used.

She'd slid off her mount to meet with the three, skipping through trivial things like greetings now. [ "Status?" ] Time for pleasantries would come later, now Rhaenys was about the battle that lay ahead. Her head moved to the side to look look at Dagon and Buurenaar, waiting to hear what they knew as they had been first to arrive.

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

Location: Sundari Prison
Allieseath Watch | [member="Aryn Spar"]
Enemies: Insurgents

Atiniir dispatched the final guard with as much ease as could be expected. When the man scrambled behind a door frame, Atiniir landed and aimed his flamethrower. A concentrated stream of flame sent the man scurrying from his hiding spot, screaming, fire spreading across his clothing. Atiniir grabbed him with his grapple line, yanked the man back, and stomped a booted foot into his face. With the man unconcious Atiniir stomped out the flames and followed Aryn. Surprisingly, the Togorian had allowed one of the guards to live. The sight lifted Atiniir's spirits a bit; even among Death Watch, there was honor.

A few steps down the corridor and they had reached the cells. Aryn Spar made his speech, the kind of short and sweet oration you would expect from a Mandalorian. Atiniir stood in silence for the cheers, then turned to Spar.

"Get them free," he said, "There's got to be a security captain somewhere. I'm going for him." With that, the young warrior disappeared down the corridors.

 

[Rianna Organa]

Location, Cold Iron City Spaceport
Allies/Enemies - Rianna still doesn't see sides, she sees helpless and injured.
Rianna is not an insurrectionist. She's a doctor taking care of those that are running from the Insurrectionists and Death Watch.

The injured coming seemed to be more about the devastation not the war, least not yet. There was fighting in the city. Those coming in were a mixture of the elderly seeking shelter, and those that were afraid and seeking safety. Rianna wasn't sure how safe the makeshift field hospital was but everyone followed her directive turn no one away.

They'd do what they had to.

Malcolm was by her side, "Mam Death watch is issuing directives they are hunting force users at least that is the rumor it might not be true. You should go."

Rianna was dressing a wound, "Not yet. There are a few cases here that I must tend to before I even consider leaving. I've never run from anything in my life. I know you are all trained well. It would feel wrong to just throw my hands in the air the moment said they are coming for you and put others in danger."

He shook his head, "they will have doctors among them."

Rianna felt that they would, "Then when a doctor shows up and tells me they will take over the care of the patients, and I am free to go. THEN" Rianna looked over, "I will go." Rianna smiled and tied off the dressing.

There were other rumors too brought in by those seeking shelter. Rumors that were disturbing something she didn't know. She had been here already for a few months rebuilding the hospital and rarely did she pay attention to messages unless it was [member="Ordo"] , Maeve, Dral or her Alderaan family. But she was hearing it now that Mia had accepted responsibility for destroying the surface of Mandalore.

Rumors of a child.

Rumors of a risen Ra...what did that mean risen...risen to power, risen from the dead risen.....and that Vilaz had given the mantle back to him.

If he's risen from the dead that would indicate that he was now chaotic no one came back from the dead if that was where he had risen from, without a remnant without some insanity to stay with them and remind them of what they had left.

None of this sounded good. But so far a lot of this was conjecture.

 

[Mia Monroe]

Location: MandalMotors Tower
Allies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Zeke Farthen"]
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Marev Priest"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]

As Gil and his war droid rose up behind her, Mia smiled. "Time to go." she murmered to the war droid, it responded to her voice, launching them out of the doors and into the air, Gil's challenge to Ra echoing in her helmet. Stay alive, old man. I need you. There was little she could do to help him, the Death Watch had infiltrated the towers roof and that's where she was going.

She pulled the bes'uliik up short, hovering over the tower she rose in her seat to peer over the edge at the gaping hole in the roof. Her HUD picking more than ten life signs. "Feth me." Too many to fight head on...but then she didn't need to.

She dropped back into the saddle, angled the bes'uliik up again before turning nose down on to the roof of the towers. Pulse cannons and shockwaver rods illuminated the sky.

She'd bring the roof down on their heads.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Mandalmotors HQ
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: Mia Monroe, Gilamar Skirata

"RA!" A challenge.

Ra turned from around the pillar. He rolled his wounded shoulder, his blank visor bursting into a red emblazoned flame as it looked up the dais entrance of Mandalmotors towards Gilamar Skirata.

The Iron Wolf's lance found its way into his hand.

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"Vod, blood of my blood,​

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I am here for the Liberator​

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You know who I am.​

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WHAT I am.​

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What madness drives you to think you can stop this?"​

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Ra never backed down from a challenge.​

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Ra never ignored a challenge.​

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Ra never held back.​

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It was the core of his very being.​

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett

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Death Watch Commandos were breaching through the roof and the standard infantry stormed the building, he wasn't all too concerned with what they were doing, so much as what Mia Monroe was doing. She remained beneath the ground, within the basement as Fett's brown eyes looked downwards through his t-shaped visor. The stakes were high, a Mand'alor that was keen on fighting the Death Watch was ready to pounce, meanwhile he needed to snatch her out of this conflict - and it didn't seem as if she was going to be all that compliant. Though Fett always got his mark, and with a reward so prosperous it was worth sticking your neck out.

​Roars from beneath he ground were heard by the bounty hunter, instinctively moving his body somewhat away whilst remaining kneeled down. Not much of this building remained, flimsy supports and rubble was all that was left. So of course he did nothing to draw attention to himself, especially when they came Monroe and Skirata came bursting out on Basilisk War Droids. "Hmph, complications." Fett angrily grumbled in a muffled voice beneath his helmet. All he did for now was watch the Liberator soar through he sky and rain death.

With a Sniper Rifle held across his chest and not pointed towards anything he was kneeled down, though it snapped upwards in a quick motion. Attempting to trail Mia with his scope and crosshair it seemed a clean kill-shot was entirely unavailable for the time being. All he could do was wait for now. He was a ways away above the ground, a secure location in a building relatively nearby the MandalMotors Tower. Anything that happened on the ground was of no concern to him. His attention was solely fixated on Mand'alor the Liberator.

 

[Zark San Tekka]

Location: Mandalore System
Allies: Himself
Enemies: Whoever Loses

Cockpit
Kom'rk-class Fighter/Transport Jai'Galaar

"Alor'ad, ogir!" the transport's young copilot jabbed his finger excitedly out the viewport, "More mando'ade loyal to the Undying headed for Keldabe."

"Mmhmm," Quell grunted on the verge of sleep, the wide brim of his hat resting over his closed eyelids. With all the enthusiasm he could muster, the Clan Rook captain mumbled, "Oya."

Clan Rook had always kept to themselves, striding the line between fierce independence and exile from their people. Some within the clan had advocated to avoid the conflict altogether, but all true sons and daughters of Mandalore had been summoned to the homeland. There were always a few like Quell, in every generation of Rooks. A few canny enough to know that maintaining a loyal reputation among their people was the only thing keeping the little pirate clan thriving.

In the grand galactic scheme, nobody would notice if a Rook fought on some backwater world without Mandalorian made armor, or took a prize that wasn't strictly speaking honorable. There were never any witnesses to tell. But the clans would notice their absence here today, if not immediately after the battle then the next time a Rook transport pulled into a Mandalorian spaceport. In the captain's mind, there was no other choice than to join the fight.

But he could decide when to join it, and on whose side, and it was not a liberty Quell was in a particular hurry to squander. In the shadow of the system's star, the electromagnetic radiation emanating all around them shielded the flight of Clan Rook Kom'rks from being detected. His people would defend Mandalore...just as soon as it became clear who was the best choice to defend Mandalore from. Whether they took the fleeing transports of the losers as prizes or landed to mop up survivors who chose to die with honor, it made no difference to him.

How were they supposed to help it if they had experienced 'engine trouble'?

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Mandal Motors Lobby
Enemies: [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"]

Behind the black T-shaped visor, Gil's eyes narrowed in what could only be described as disappointment. From the small of his back Gil took a small pole, about the size of a lightsaber. His thumb pressed against its surface, revealing its true nature. Gil's own spear now at the ready.

"You threaten my family."

It was a simple response that he was sure Ra would understand.

"You expect me to go against the Resol'nare and let you slaughter them?" His eye caught a Death Watch soldier trying to sneak her way out of Gil's view for an ambush.

Ping!

The sound of another round from his Ripper ricocheting off the inside of her helmet echoed in the lobby.

"You are not a welcome guest in this place. Leave before I have to make you."

 

[Strider Garon]

MandalMotors HQ
Top floor
Allies: Death Watch, Tal'rekr, [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Marev Priest"]
Enemies: Traitors [member="Mia Monroe"]


The floor was cleared with deadly precision and timing. The movement of his warriors were impressive, even the mantis child, and he was inwardly pleased with their display of soldiering thus far. Well, that was right up to the moment he came upon a scene he thought he would never witness in a highly skilled unit of mandalorian badass operators. There, in all his glory and battle lust stood the young golden wolf, Tahn, taking his battle axe to a heavily fortified and reinforced blast door. Strider's red clawed T-visored helmet twisted to the right in a physical motion of awe and stupidity. If his helmet was off, the gaze the young mano'ad would be receiving was of intensive thought and inward debate on how he was the sperm that had won the Fallopian race. I knew i should of placed a IQ test in the selection process.

The gold haired pup had his heart in the right place, they did need to get through that door. That was why he had Kad, a mando that liked to make things go boom and skillfully artistic in most manners of breaching. Just as Strider motioned with his hand to Tor to place the charges on the door he heard and felt a heavy impact land upon the roof above them. The noise was familiar, the mechanical and hydrolic hums and the unmistakable bursts of repolsor lifts had made the old man's ass cheeks tighten. "Basalisk!" The old man snarled over the comms just as all hell broke loose.

Plasma bolts rained through the roof in rapid fashion, tearing three of the commandos apart. The roof's integrity was failing and starting to crumble inwards, Strider only ahd moments to make a life or death decision. "OUT THE WINDOWS!" his voice roared as he rushed for the closest window. He unleashed multiple shots from his verpine rifle that shattered the transparisteel split second before he jumped through the opening, bailing out the northern face side of the tower.

debris fell as Strider ignited his jetback, instinctively jetting himself upwards to engage the baslisk and its operator. Was all he could do to increase survivablity of his freshly formed commando unit. The moment he surpassed the roof's edge he could see the war droid bringing the roof down, playing off the hole that the Tal'rekr had already made. He raised his rifle fired, still flying upwards and trying to get the height advantage over the hovering robotic beast. He would send a volley of magnetically launched verpine pellets upon the enemy, with intent to pepper them both into submission and destruction.

His visual optics pinged with yellow alert wtih his HUD's recognition optics had alerted him that the operator matched the armor load out of one Mia Monroe, the traitor. Garon's blood boiled with bloodied anticipation, his rapid fire increased in rate from burst fire to fully auto.