Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

[Kal Kandossii]

Location: lobby/stairwell
Allies: whoever doesn't shoot at me
Enemies: whoever shoots at me

"What the feth is going on?"

He dove to the side as blaster fire flashed through the lobby in a wave. The security of Mandal Motors began combating a virtual army encroaching on the building. Crawling around a support beam he sat up, both hands clenching his guns. This was not the way to start your week. But it was Monday so that could explain it. Rising to his feet he risked a look, quickly fucking aside as the pillar was hit.

"Yep, mando versus mando. What the hell."

Things got even worse when from the front came [member="Gilamar Skirata"] , the man he was supposed to be meeting, being chased by a hulking Mando ( [member="Ra Vizsla"] ). Up the stairwell they went. Shaking his head in bewilderment he streaked across the lobby narrowly avoiding becoming swiss cheese and entered the stairwell.

Avoiding several pieces of falling debris as upper level rained down he shook his head and began climbing. He wasn't sure what was going on. All he knew for sure was some Mammoth mando was trying to kill Gil before he had a chance to sell some of his designs.

Climbing up and trailing the two he raised his guns tracking both figures unsure who he should shoot. One of them, both of them, neither of them?

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

Location: Atmosphere
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Rhodessa"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Kal Ordo"] @Zeke Farthan
Enemies: Death Watch - [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] @Bestala Viszla [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Marev Priest"] @everybody else jeez we're outnumbered.
Gear: Axe, Pistol, Armor, Crossbow

Hutts did many things. Most of them preferred not to move. In fact, it was considered a status symbol that a Hutt needed not move. A sign he was powerful enough to have enough servants to take care of affairs.

Rekali the Hutt had many servants. Many serving in different areas, achieving different things. Rekali the Hutt had grown lazy. Slothful. So slothful in fact, that moving felt like awaking from a year long sleep. There was little doubt Rekali was a Hutt, but today it was time for Rekali to be a Mandalorian. Mia Monroe had claimed the title of Mand'alor once again, and Ra Vizsla had literally risen from the dead to start Death Watch, calling for her execution and instituting martial law.

The decision was not difficult. The Rekali Clan had served with honor, and included many non-traditional members. Witches were prevalent, and they were brothers and sisters in arms that Rekali the Hutt could not betray. The Hutt's star barge entered atmosphere as Rekali the Hutt prepared for battle. He needed merely find the opportune place to drop in.

 

[Silas Mantis]

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

No!

"Yasha!" He roared her name as she struggled free of his grasp and into the air, and his heart sunk like never before. Things moved in slow motion as he cut his own pack, then adjusted himself midair before firing it off again. He zoomed downwards through the air towards niece, dropping his rifle without as second thought as he reached out and grabbed the girl mid-air and jerked them back upwards.

Fuel was running dangerously low, and as they climbed again he was unsure of if they would make it. The others were dealing with the basilisk as best they could, and Silas could only pray the machine didn't turn its guns to them. Cutting the engines as they flew over the rubble of the top floor, the Mantis twisted his body so that his back would take the impact and not the little girl in his arms. Silas had to protect her, the only reason she was here was that he was sure he could protect her.

They hit the ground hard, Silas held Yasha as tightly as he could as he skidded along the rubble, his helmeted head bouncing of several rocks as they came to a stop. They had seconds, maybe less. The war droid had been trying to keep them out of the building, now here two of them were, laying out in the open, dazed and confused. He started running on instinct, grabbing his niece and putting her on the floor. "Find cover ad'ika, find cover now!" He ordered, scrambling to his feet and drawing out the Westar-34 at his side, firing as the war droid relentlessly as he moved away from the youngest Mantis, desperately trying to gain the attention of the droid.

Beneath his helmet he gritted his teeth, completely engrossed in his task. He had to protect her, not because of what [member="Preliat Mantis"] might do, but because he loved that little girl, she was his family, and he had already lost her twice. When they had first met she had been so small, only a few months old, but she'd been so sweet around him at least, she even smiled. Then she disappeared along with her mother, and when they came back he'd been too busy trying to be his own person for ego's sake to even come visit, he barely even talked to them at all, then Mandalore had exploded, and he'd lost her again.

Silas wasn't going for round three, no way in hell.

 

[Kad Tor]

MandalMotors HQ
Flying through the air with the greatest of ease
Allies: Tal'rekr, [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Tahn Vizsla"] | [member="Marev Priest"] | [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"]

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[ KAD SPLIT!!!! ]

The order came through the comms loud and clear as the man giving the orders broke off. There was an old saying about trying to hit too many targets and missing them all. Kad grinned knowing exactly what Strider was doing. One of them would draw the fire, seemingly Strider, while the other attempted to take out the beast.

His HUD had confirmed a few things in those moments. First, Monroe was no longer on the war droid. Second, it was down to only three of them to deal with the war droid, and finally, the third was also serving as a distraction. Kad took the opportunity to get close. It was a dangerous stunt, but blaster fire wasn't going to be enough. Taking advantage of the distractions, and pushing his jet pack to the peek of it's use before it would be forced to cool down, Kad maneuvered himself to land on the seat of the droid itself.

[ "Best be ready to get the hell out of here when I say so," ] Kad spoke into the comms to his allies as he fixed two sticky bombs to the droid control. Looking at his handiwork, Kad opted for two more charges on the hind quarters as well before kicking off the droid and igniting his jet pack once again. [ "Haul shebs NOW!" ]

Once Kad cleared the perceived blast radius, he pressed the remote not even looking to see if it had worked. The man was content to wait and here the glorious song of the droid exploding into many pieces. If it worked, anyone in the way of the shrapnel was going to bet hurt, how much? The answer to that question depended on how close someone was to the droid at the time.

 

[Muad Dib]

LOCATION: a Keldabe school
Allies: shrugs
Enemies: shrugs

The group of five Death Watch soldiers burst into the entrance of the school, rifles carefully covering the corners. At the rear five more came in simultaneously. The school was a place of interest. Not only did it instruct young mando'ade but it also kept a record of the instruction taught to each of the students. Things like using a beskad, firing a rifle, field dressings, and to select students a rudimentary understanding of their force abilities.

The two teams moved stealthily their the school searching for inhabitants. Several heat sources led then to a central room if the darkened building. The only room that had power. The two separate units reintegrated and paused at the double doors, a silent countdown until they entered with rifles raised.

Inside they saw a few children playing with little Mando dolls and carved blasters made from wood. Several adults were busy backing a few more creates but froze as the men entered. It was obvious that they were willing to use wilful force by the blood stained armor.

A glass was set down from the shadows of the interior and several rifles were aimed as the man limped into view. His face was several different shades. Blue, purple, yellow and the right side of his face swollen from jaw to glowing, blue eye. Pausing the man slowly raised the lit deathstick to brief and busted lips.

"Mia isn't here. And if she was we would either capture or kill her. But she's not. You can search for her, but you won't find her."

The death watch sergeant spoke, "How do we know you aren't sympathizers? And that's not the only thing we came here for." The sergeant stepped forward lowering his rifle barrel but eyeing the kids. "We are looking for records of any force using dar'manda. The forcies stick together."

The last puff from the deathstick and the man ground out the butt on the armor of his blood speckled though plate. A horrible smile on a ruined face was the feature looking at the sergeant as he saw from the corner of his eyes several dolls rise up, one of the children utilizing the force. Before he could utter a command he was looking into the barrel of the pistol gripped in the hand formerly holding a deathstick.

"Like I said, Mia isn't here. If she was she wouldn't be breathing or she'd be captured. You don't need that info caused as we speak the last of it has been taken away. And if you think you need it, you'll get a bullet to the head first. And don't think your faceplate is gonna stop an explosive round."

From the rafters came the sounds of several blasters and slugthrowers being readied. Looking up the sergeant saw over a dozen heavily armed mandalorians all aiming down. The man with the swollen face and limp nodded as the others left with the crates to get out of the city. The others dropped down to relieve Death Watch of their weapons and to secure then with restraint. As the sergeant seethed he watched them all leave, the last the man with the limp. Calling out angrily he asked, "who the kark are you?" The man paused and turned.

"Muad Dib, mando'ad through the Betna Clan, Alor of Clan Farr, and Mad Knight of Manda'yaim."

The man shuffled out the door and to a swoop bike. Gunning the engines he took off. One more stop.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

MandalMotors: Lv 2
Enemies: [member="Marev Priest"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Bestala Vizsla"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"]
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Rhodessa"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"]
Children That Should Be Home Playing: [member="Yasha Mantis"]

Gil jumped back away from Ra's hand over the edge of the stairs and activated the repulsor pack strapped to him. Swinging his rifle around he let lose a wild flurry of blue plasma towards the large man. He knew that with proper beskar'gam he'd have nothing to worry about, but it would slow him down. He needed to reach Zeke.

He flew through a hole in the ceiling that brought him up to the next level and hovered to where a door led to the stairs they had just been fighting on. With a grunt he kicked down the door and fired down at Ra again with one hand, using the wall and his body to slightly brace the blaster. The shots flew past Ra with little accuracy though.

[member="Ra Vizsla"]

 

[Mia Monroe]

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

Her head whipped round at the shout, recognising the owner of the voice as one the mando who had shot past her peripherals. She snorted beneath her helmet at the state of him. He would have stood a better chance if he’d snuck up and swung that axe. Before she cold open her mouth, a shot rang out from feth knows where, missing her by inches.

The bullet carried an envelope of wind with it that knocked her back several paces. She blinked. Time to stop thinking and start acting. He bolter swung up and cracked off two explosive rounds in Tahn’s general direction before pelting for the stairs and disappearing into the stairwell. She vaulted the banister, hitting the lower landing and rolling, coming up at a run into the next floor.

Outside the bes’uliik was getting hammered from all sides. But its rider had said track her, they led the fight, not them. So that’s would do. Sensors tracked the split movement, concentrating its fire on the commander, take out the commander and the rest would crumble.

Wait...where did the third one go?

BOOM​

A scream of fire and twisted metal and the rider control panel, and two rear panels sheared off droid deactivated its repulsors, dropping ten twenty, thirty feet before firing them up again close enough to the roof to draw a new crack. Communications had been lost with its rider but it was still in the fight. A quick sensor sweep re-identified the commander, and the bes’uliik launched towards him, shock rods opening fire once more, while missile launchers targeted the other two.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: MandalMotors Top Level


Allies: Death Watch Tal'rekyr- [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Marev Priest"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Kaden Farr"]


Enemies: Dar'manda- [member="Zeke Farthen"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Mia Monroe"] The Rapidly Approaching Ground





Sky filtered through her goggles, punctured by the ripping fire of the Tal'Rekr and the bes’uliik. Flying was supposed to be freedom. The way [member="Lyanie Quez"] told it, flying was the closest to heaven a person could reach. Flying and falling were, as Yasha was discovering, two indelibly different things.





Curious that in an ocean of air, Yasha had none left in her lungs. [member="Silas Mantis"] caught and crushed her to his chest. Her MT-14 pressed between Silas' beskar'gam and Yasha's armourweave. They continued falling. The abrupt whine of Silas' jet pack caught them and Yasha thought for a second she'd remember how to breathe. Yasha flinched into Silas' chest and clung hard as she could, to keep him safe.





It was a childish dream she woke from as her breath escaped on impact. Yasha tumbled to the ground, scrambling and wheezing. Her back smacked against something solid, numb hands fumbled with her pistol. She dropped it and dove under a small cavern of duracrete slab and slagged metal. Sneaking out only to grab her pistol, Yasha looked up and yelped.





The bes’uliik. She could see the barrels of its' cannons pointed at [member="Kad Tor"] & [member="Marev Priest"]. Yasha pulled up her goggles to rub her eyes, slapped the goggles back. Her goggles...





Far from a fashion statement, the goggles covered a genetic abnormality in Preliat's daughter. She might have had Preliat's eyes, but she carried Aditya's inability to handle light. While the electronic systems still functioned, the crash had cracked the glass.





Yasha hoped to brush away the crack, which although small, would grow. She'd be temporarily blinded by something as simple and natural as sunlight. A thought came to Yasha as she scrambled under cover, if [member="Mia Monroe"] hadn't nuked her home, she'd be playing in the yard (Just for you, [member="Gilamar Skirata"], ;D). Yasha'd rather play in the yard, with her not-dead pet Vornskyr Bubbie. Buir would let her have a flower bed, and Mama would be alive with Yasha's infant brother in her arms. Ba'vodu Silas would come live with them, like Mama wanted.

BOOM.​

"Ba'vodu! Down! We've got to kill her! Ba'vodu, we can go down! Trust me, Ba'vodu!!" Yasha shrieked as the back panels of bes’uliik tore toward them. Ignoring her cover, Yasha sprinted for her uncle and grabbed his hand as the debris yawned and crashed, running toward a crevasse of debris. If there was anything she learned from her mother, it was the quickest way to hide in a crisis. If they made it to the crevasse, they would be safe. If they made it, they could regroup.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Mandalmotors HQ
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"], [member="Mia Monroe"], @Force User Mandos, @White Knight Mandos, @Fair Weather Friends

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"....SKIRATA!"​

Ah, Gilamar.​

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The Odysseus of this Trojan War.​

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He, one of the wisest of us, would know the easiest way to enrage the ever calm, ever strategic behemoth.​

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Run away.​

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Likely a ruse. Likely a way to buy Mia time for some other concocted plan. Ra's mind ran the possibilities of whether Gilamar was attempting to lead him into a trap or whether the man was reacting as fast as he could to the ever changing environment.

But Ra's heart, his soul had already dictated these next few moments.

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" I AM YOUR INEVITABLE CONCLUSION. "​

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Claws erupted from his gauntlets as the beast leapt into the air, crushing marble underneath his weight as Ra began to climb.

" YOUR PATH... "​

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Another leap. Another marble pillar. Ra continued to follow, shots ringing out from Gilamar's gun, pelting against the Mand'alor's armor.​

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"...AND ALL THOSE WHO WOULD FOLLOW HER..."​

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Gilamar was moving faster than Ra, but with each leaping bound, Ra threatened to close in.​

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The building was shaking though.​

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Collapsing.​

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Ra swiped at Gilamar's feet, attempting to throw the man back down to the stone foundation so that their fight could resume.​

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"...ENDS AT MY FEET."​

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Enemies: [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"]
Location: MandalMotors

"Kark-!"​

How was one man so big and heavy? The clawed gauntlets of The Undying wrapped around his ankle but the floor couldn't hold his weight nor the impact from his landing. The ground crumbled beneath the two with Ra at his feet and the lobby quickly approaching. With another curse Gil retracted his spear to half its length and attempted to beat the Mandalorian's hand off of his boot. His repulsor pack struggled to slow the pair's fall.

 

[Kal Kandossii]

Location: stairwell

"Well .... Hell .... You don't see that everyday ..."

As Kal watched Ra leapt after Gil like a rabid nexu after a particularly scrumptious morsel ... Or a kitten crawling up a scratching post. Yes, a kitten is less frightening, let's go with that. Still running up the stairs he felt the buckling u der his feet as the building shook once again. Scattered shots filled the stairwell as he hit the stairs on his stomach avoiding the wild fire.

"Come on!!! I know you're old but dear God don't shoot me til after I show you my designs!"

Rising to his feet once more he continued to curse Gil's accuracy while climbing the flights of stairs. Once he had eyes on the monstrosity that was [member="Ra Vizsla"] who was attacking [member="Gilamar Skirata"] , a treasured monument of Mandalorian culture and Senior citizen, he made his choice. His arms came up. But as he did watched the floor give way and free fall down towards the lobby His left arm kicked as he fired two acid rounds at the armored, and curvaceous, shebs of Ra while his right fired two Flechette rounds from the Protector with the laser built into the gun having 'marked' Ra as the target. Then he turned to leap down the stairs following the two once more.

"This doesn't have anything on my Stairmaster 40,000 back home!"

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

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

Even as she ducked down into the stairwell, her shots were well placed and strafed right towards Tahn where he stood. He stood readied to block the blasts with his axe, a grin widening on his face and he dug his heels into the ground behind him. If all she had was a few measly shots in her, it wouldn't take long before he would be able to present her before Mand'alor the Undying. There was no one more important to secure in the building than the woman in front of him, and Tahn had his sights locked on her.

That grin dissipated quickly as Tahn realized what the woman had really fired at him, noticing some of the hallmark signs of what would be explosive rounds. Instinct took him over as he swung his left foot around to avoid the first shell slamming into his chest and ending him there, it slamming an opening into the wall behind him with thunderous impact. The next shot still hurried towards him and this time his position was too awkward to properly dodge the shot, his balance being thrown off by the last second evasion of her first blast. He narrowly managed to block the second one by raising his axe in front of it, the shockwave passing from the head of his weapon into the rest of his body.

He slammed his shoulder into the wall to avoid falling backwards as his weapon began to crack under the intense impact, the explosion muffling his hearing and blurring his vision. His ribs began to throb with intense pain as he leaned against the wall, but he lifted himself from the rubble quickly as he began to recollect that the woman he was chasing was getting away. He tossed the axe in the air to grab it further along the handle with his right as he began to make his way into the fastest sprint that his wounded body would allow him to, pieces of Mandalorian Steel falling away from the chipped edges of his weapon.

"Do not run, Mand'alor! Prove yourself deserving of such a title, or show your true cowardice!" Spit sprayed from his mouth as he shouted down the stairway as loud as his lungs would allow him to. He descended the stairway quickly, though he took a second as he turned to face the next hallway in case she decided to fire more bolts his way.

He refused to let this golden opportunity to prove himself escape from his grasp, not when he was so close to catching up with her. His body had been beginning to fail him, stumbling every few steps though catching himself by will alone before he would allow himself to fall. His bloodlust was the only thing carrying his body through the hallway, even through his lowered senses the pain began to make it's way back into his consciousness as his vision began to dim.

 

[Ordo]

[member="Preliat Mantis"]

The war droid veered right as it pulled away from the dropship. Wind raged by like an angered beast wakened from slumber. Ordo's mind already on his next target until a blast rang his head like a bell. Carbon stink filled his nostrils. It was a smell he knew all too well. He twisted in his seat to see Mantis clutching the droid like a shriek hawk on a rodent.

He had been in this position before. There was little on the field of battle he hadn't been violently indoctrinate in. His ripper bucked in his grip as energy encased slugs flashed down at the clinging Vode. There were no words. Neither needed to speak. They knew their business, they had plied their trade as brothers long enough to know that words were just wind and flatulence of those buyung time.

He ripped himself from his seat his beskad in one hand his ripper in the other and lurched for the other Mando. His war droid knew what to do, it was as much a veteran as any of the pups these days. Ordo rushed at Mantis not caring if they fell or if they fought on the back of the beast. All that mattered was the fight.

 

[Riggs]

Location: roof
Allies: [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"]

Moving back at the warning from Kad he put some distance between himself and the basilisk. At the explosion he grinned while flying to the Beast's rear once more. But again the war mount rose and aimed it's weaponry at the commander, Strider Garon. Feeling something foreign in his chest, apprehension perhaps, he put thrusters on full pointed directing at the aft if the Droid where the engines were vulnerable.

"OYA!!!"

Strapping his only two thermal detonators to the harness he flew straight at the iron beast as it was focused on Strider. Releasing the harness he feel toward the roof colliding and rolling several feet until he dropped through one of the holes to the floor below. Hitting the role and cracking he grinned while still sliding directly for another hole.

"Osik."

Free falling again he landed flat in his back on another hard surface of another floor. Sitting up he looked and ten meters away stood the traitor, Mia Monroe. Pulling his rifle up he began firing at the woman's back. Then he felt the ground shift and again he fell another floor landing in his back once more. From above rained several chunks of debris and Marev began rolling as the floor he had just passed through began to fill the hallway he had fallen into.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Cold Iron City
Death Watch Good
Not Death Watch Bad


No words. No challenges. No offers of surrender. Just the fight. The shots went wide as Preliat climbed up. They skimmed off near him, but failed to find purchase on the Wolf himself. Preliat sheathed his tomahawk and put up his hands. The old man had it coming. Preliat had a wicked secret underneath his flightsuit- and it explained why his leg- one of them, was heavier than the other. With his remaining biological leg planted, he lashed out with a swift kick to the older warrior's chest.

It had the same impact of a small speeder crashing into him, with all the motors- and Preliat's natural strength, combined with the advanced cybernetics of his late-wife, came crashing towards the old man. The war droid flew steady, obeying the wishes of it's master. Preliat wanted to remind the droid that it's master would not be on it- or alive, much longer. Preliat withdrew only the small knife from his forearm, and held it tight, as he lashed out with the kick towards [member="Ordo"]'s chest.

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: MandalMotors HQ
Outside Ground Level
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Silas Mantis"]
Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"]
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Kaden was lost. It was one thing to train, but this was his first time seeing war. The boy didn't know what to do, only that Mia fell into the building. He watched the environment trying to figure out who was an enemy, and who was not. None of the Death Watch were wearing the same colors, and not all of them had the sigil which marked them as such. At least that was what Kaden saw. Whether that was the case or not was a moot issue now.

His eyes were drawn to the sky once more as the sound of jet packs intrigued him. As he watched Mia leap into the building he was drawn back to the warriors which went after the droid. One of them landed on it and seemingly attached enough explosives to down the machine. He leaped from it and not less than a minute later...

BOOM!!!​

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The explosion sent him running for cover. Kaden wasn't in armor. Once he found it his eyes watched as pieces of the machine, which seemed to survive, and people fell to the ground. One such person turned out to be two, a man and a girl near Kaden's age. Were they Death Watch? He thought he had seen them with the group fighting [member="Mia Monroe"]. Whether they were or not, they were hurt, especially the man. Kaden didn't know what he could do, but there was an urge to help, especially as the young girl started dragging the man out of the way.

Kaden ran up to her. He reached for the man, but wasn't sure. So he asked.

"Do you need any help..."

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Mandalore​

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​Turning feet first towards the the building's floor, accessible by the lack of wall that was now present, made of course by the fighting now at large. The Bounty Hunter came to a near halt, landing with a soft thud. Monroe was nearby, he wasn't Force Sensitive but he just knew it, especially since he saw her just before. Though Death Watch was closing in with each passing second. If he waited too long then perhaps she'd be killed by them, and that was bad for business - for there wouldn't be any.

With both hands gripped tightly on his EE-3 Carbine he moved down the hall, heading towards the stairwell. The emerald green armoured figure took a step inside, but then caught wind of charging footsteps. They were ascending up the stairwell. Quickly devising a plan, Fett backed out, his back pressed against the wall left of the door frame. They had no idea, as such they kept advancing upwards. Swiftly the Bounty Hunter came around, stood firm and fired trio upon trio from his carbine. Impacting into the back of the unsuspecting Death Watch members. One seemed to be left, willing to fight still, although he was greeted by another trio that impacted the front of his helmet.

​If Mia Monroe were coming down the stairs, she'd be greeted by the sight of three Death Watch members being mercilessly gunned down by Koda, and the lack of a Death Watch insignia on his armour would deny any link to their cause. The killing of them, if anything, allies him with Mia. Although it isn't as if anyone else would truly know who he pledged his allegiance towards.

[member=Mia Monroe]

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

Location: Sundari
Allies: Death Watch | [member="Aryn Spar"]
Enemies: Insurgents | [member="Kal Ordo"]

Atiniir and his men did not wait for an affirmative on their comms before moving forward with as much swiftness and precision as a ragtag band of Mandalorians and security guards could manage. Inside, Atiniir was in his element. Growing up in a pirate fleet did wonders for your CQB skills. With his twin forearm blades ejected Atiniir lead his team through the more secluded security corridors of Sundari palace. What resistance the Mandalorians met was dispatched quickly, the local guards possessing no weapons strong enough to pierce the beskar'gam of the Mandalorian vanguard, and their assault was too quick to allow for proper aiming. There were times when the best thing for an outnumbered group to do was hole up; there were others where their best option was to attack so swiftly and mercilessly that their enemy had no time to react. This was that time.

As the released prisoners and Aryn's troops battered on the front gates of the palace, Atiniir and his group made their way to the main security center. A quick breaching charge later they were inside. Atiniir plunged his blade into the chest of a final guard and shook it, spraying blood across the floor.

"Get those doors down!" he yelled, taking charge despite his young age. A security obeyed, rapidly gaining access to the palace's security systems. Within seconds, all locks had disengaged.

"Palace security is down!" Atiniir yelled over the Death Watch channel, "For Mand'alor the Undying!"

 

[Silas Mantis]

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

As the debris rained down, it became clear they weren't going to make it to the crevice in time for both of them to clamber in, not to mention he wasn't sure he'd even fit in. So Silas did that natural thing, he shoved Yasha forwards and into the crevice without a second thought, then a particularly large fragment of the debris caught him.

Silas hit the floor hard, his head bouncing in his helmet as the world around him blurred, every sound melded together in the background for a moment. The thought of the basilisk was reinforced as another crack opened as the mechanized nightmare nearly smashed against the floor. It was still going. She was still in danger, the others were still in danger.

"Do you need any help..."

The voice of [member="Kaden Farr"] cut through the ringing in his head. The Mantis sat himself up and waved the boy away, urging him to get to cover with the gesture. Only he didn't, as the rest of his arm below the bicep was very much still on the ground and no longer attached to him. He didn't scream, or cry out, or even say anything, he simply snarled as he looked down at the duracrete slab where the jagged metal had pinned the remainder of his limb. Silas had to act fast if they were going to finish the droid before it hurt anyone else.

Lurching to his feet, the droid became the focus of his mind, he didn't stop, he didn't think, Silas simply ran and jumped.

Propelling himself upwards, he soared over the droid, roaring in anger. As Marev threw two thermal detonators onto the beast, Silas hurled another charge onto the droid aimed squarely where Priest had just placed his charges. The explosion would likely be massive, but as he fell away from the droid a more pressing issue was at hand, his pack was out of fuel. Running on instinct he loosed the grappling cable from his available wrist gauntlet and tethered himself to the building.

The device yanked Silas in just close enough that as he swung down he crashed through a window of a lower floor. Curling into a ball as he smashed through the glass, he was flung across the room, skipping over desks and the like before decidedly crashing against the wall. Everything in his body hurt, but even then the Young Wolf tried to stand to no avail. Silas couldn't see, his vision was so blurred he couldn't tell if the scurrying figures were hostile soldiers, scared civilians, or nothing at all. It didn't matter, he was done.

On muscle memory alone he futilely tried to tie off the bleeding stump, too distracted by thoughts of his niece and team's safety, and finding the process excessively difficult with one hand. But he damn well tried.

 

[Narir Tracyn]

Location: Streets of Sundari
Allies: Death Watch | [member="Atiniir Starrider"] [member="Aryn Spar"]
Enemies: Insurgents | [member="Kal Ordo"]

Narir ran through the streets of Sundari, tracing the path of the Death Watch assault. He could hear the sounds of shouting and blaster fire, and it made his heart race and legs pump faster. He wanted to be there; he was meant to be there. He had to be there. He finally approached the palace and, seeing the open security door, began to follow Atiniir Starrider's path of destruction.