Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

[Orn'om]

https://soundcloud.com/dukeandhisbadda/the-dignity-of-lords?in=justin-jeffries-1/sets/muse

Location: MandalMotors Tower - Executive Penthouse, near the Top Floor
Opposition: Anyone who tries to shoot at me


"Sir, they're coming from above and below! Still no word from Mr. Skirata!" The aide paused, fear in his eyes. "Are-are we gonna die?" Zeke stepped into his Legacy Beskar'gam and the automated equipment system went to work. Individual plates of Mandalorian steel began to wrap themselves around his body in a symphony of clicks and chirps. He chuckled as he looked down at his armor just before his helmet and HUD took over his vision. How long had it been since he had worn this armor? Years maybe? His helmet shut with a loud clang and the T-shaped visor activated, giving off a subtle white glow.

"You think I look good in red?"

Pew! Pew! The sound of blaster fire could be heard even up here. Mandalorian security was no joke, especially when they were as loyal as they come to Gil. Well, he hoped they were. Despite his lighthearted exterior he was terrified. He hadn't been in real combat in ages and Gil wasn't answering his coms. What in the Seven Hells was he doing down there?

[member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Marev Priest"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

https://soundcloud.com/dukeandhisbadda/trust-in-orga?in=justin-jeffries-1/sets/muse

Location: Sublevel Below the lobby of MandalMotors Tower

With a frustrated sigh Gil pinched the bridge of his nose and turned Mia. Mandalorians didn't come back from the dead and start claiming to be Mand'alor. Maybe he should have after Azrael disappeared and maybe this wouldn't have happened. Maybe his son would still be alive and maybe kids like Mia and Ordo wouldn't be in the positions they were. In the dusty workshop in the sublevel of MandalMotors tower Gil had called Mia, but he never thought at his age he would be fighting in a Civil War, let alone on the side of the one who destroyed his home. But there was something about Ra that his old age and experiences of the weird that didn't sit right with him.

His old eyes fell on Mia and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Maybe more like a smirk.

"Alright Mia, I-"

Alarms blared on one half of the workshop, the side that had power to spare. The old man sucked his teeth. He hadn't yet retrieved his armor from the Skirata Flotilla. He put his hand on his hips and chuckled. "Looks like he came sooner than expected." Behind Gil there was a several meter tall thing hidden behind a tarp. "Well, I guess now's as good a time as any..." Turning around, he grabbed the tarp and tugged, sending dust into the air. "I had ordered her for Mordecai, my son, but you saw to it that he'd never see it. His armor wasn't green like yours so the colors aren't going to match, but let this serve as a reminder to you what you've sacrificed for your ideals." He walked up and touched the cold Mandalorian Steel plates tenderly.

"Take this Besu'liik, and show those Mandalorians up there that you mean what you say," he paused, "Mand'alor the Liberator."

The red war droid stood menacingly, daring her to ride into battle.

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Ru Tetsuya]

Location: Cold Iron City

One thing that Ru had learned during his time in the Cold Iron City was that the clans here were strong. Those that had not fled had linked up with the remnants of the Tetsuya clan, the founders of this prosperous city and with the return of their Alor their hearts and wills were as Mandalorian Iron. Ru stood from the Cold Iron Spaceport, his macrobinoculars following the dropships as they came in to the snowy city. Most of it was covered in snow, ice and rubble. Perfect hiding spot for snipers. But Ru needed to let them know what they were dealing with when they crossed the Tetsuya Clan and House Skirata.

"Dainsleif team one, prepare to fire." Like the dead rising from the grave, massive Besu'liik rose from the ashen snow. While most of them had been used for ferrying beskar, a few of them still had their mass driver canons that were still functional. The chaos that these would bring would give their snipers easy shots. They needed to keep them from the mines and the spaceport. Nothing but children there with small guard details.

"Fire!"

It seemed as if the world was shouting again. The sound of Mass Driver artillery shook the snow from rooftops and rubble. A dropship exploded in the distance. Mandalorians took the signal to defend their home and filled the streets with blaster fire. Ru tightened his hand into a fist and ran towards the fray, his light armor giving him the flexibility he needed to take full advantage of his anatomy. Poles, roofs, cables, it didn't matter he swung and jumped from rooftop to rooftop to join the battle against the Death Watch.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Sal Katarn]

Keldabe

Uneventful? Kade snorted beneath the helmet. Another shuttle roared overhead and he glanced up to watch it go. Few Mandalorians knew the meaning of subtlety. This wasn't some sort of palace coup that needed to be done under wraps. It was a statement.

The Clans were a pack in many regards. By coming back, Ra Vizsla had upended the pack dynamics. He had to assert his authority to the others, to prove himself the alpha. What better way than hunting down a dar'manda like Mia Monroe? Kade did not particularly care who they fought, one way or another, so long as he got paid.

But here came along this aruetii, with his "thousand" confirmed kills, looking to take a contract with Ra. Contracts meant money, money from the spoils of this civil war. More for this First Order goon. Less for Kade.

...

Kelborn wasn't a fan.

Then again...

"First Order, you said?"

Facial recognition ran in his HUD, putting the man's features against the bounty hunter's database.

Ping.

"Huh. Yeah." Kade rested his hands on the hilts of his beskads. "Take me to the rest of your squad."

[member="Rexus Wenck"]

 

[Ordo]

COLD IRON MINES

[member="Vilaz Munin"] and Company. Please Tag me if you respond. I'm semi-mostly-dumb.

The air ripped past as his Besuliik tore across the battered landscape. His small squadron of riders codenamed Ordo's uglies consisted of twelve clones that had been made during the war with the One Sith. They all had names and wore younger cleaner versions of Ordo's ravaged face. He had wanted to have them destroyed once but they all had names, loves, hates, and were more than just clones, they were family now.

His black and red armor was barely visible with its katarn styled systems. He angled toward the mines to defend them and maybe stop the madness that had turned brother against brother, sister against sister, and children against parents.....maybe he had gone too soft after all.

Ordo lifted over the trees and dove as the he reached the height that made a straffing run optimal while the squadron of Besuliik riders broke into teams of two for assault. He hated this, but he would do what had to be done.

 

[Mia Monroe]

MandalMotors Basement


Mia's stomach gave a lurch, head whipping round to the blaring alarms. "Feth." she'd not expected an attack so soon, a foolish mistake. She rose from her seat, exhaling a breath through her nose and stepping after Gilamar as he moved towards the tarp and tugged it free, revealing the gleaming red metal beneath. A wince crossing her face at the mention of Gil's son...

So many dead.

She clapped a hand on Gil's shoulder. "Vor entye, ori'vod." She ran a hand along the bes'uliik's flank a smile playing on her lips. "We've fought in a lot of wars beside each other Gil, today will not be our last. Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur." She unhooked her helmet for her belt and slid it into place. Mia was a soldier, she'd always been a soldier. In the fight was where she thrived. She opened comms to those she knew were loyal.

"We do not suffer Death Watch to live. We will not suffer the pretender, Ra Vizsla, to live. These men are not your brothers, these men are your enemy. Show no mercy. OYA!"

She hauled herself into the saddle of the bes'uliik and powered it up. "I'm going out and up. Need to get an idea of what we're up against. Keep your comms open." She looked across at Gil who was mounting his own droid. "Babuir," she said softly smiling under her helmet, a pet name for the old man. "K'oyacyi."

The engine screamed as it shot up, punching through the ceiling to bring her into the MandalTower entrance. Its legs slammed heavily on the ground the shockwave rods and pulse wave canons kicked into life lighting up MandalMotors front door and everything on the other side of it as it marched forward.

[member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Marev Priest"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Ordo"] [member="Vila Sayne"] [member="Arla Balor"]

 

[Kal Kandossii]

Location: the lobby of Mandal Motors

Drinking the hot caf from the styrofoam cup he settled in the seat in the lobby. Early mornings were not unknown to Kal, and this day was no different. Or so he thought. Kal rose and stretched as he made his way to the pot and poured another cup of steaming black energy. The plans for his newest invention ducked beneath his arm rolled up was something he was proud of. Something all vode could benefit from.

Back at good chair he stretched out his legs and pushed the leather sleeve of his jacket up to reveal the plate on his left gauntlet. Scrolling through potential designs he tried to keep busy. But what was heard made him raise his head, the shaggy blonde hair swaying on either side of his face.

The announcements rang out over the speakers and Kal shook his head. Martial law was here. He tried to stay out of the politics of the mando'ade and preferred to design and build. But even he was aware change was coming.

As he watched activity suddenly whipped around him as security rushed through the lobby heading for the entrance of the facility. Things were definitely happening. Rising his hands dropped to his belt near where his pistols rode in his thighs. A second transmission beeped on his com unheard as a shattering of stone, steel, and glass was heard.

He pulled his pistols.

 

[Briika Munin]

Cold Iron City/Ciryc Gar Oriya
Allies: DW [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: [member="Ordo"] [member="Ru Tetsuya"]
Personal Gear in bio
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Briika loved the North Country. The golden blonde was born and raised near Enceri; the Three Sister's Mountain Range her playground growing up. But now, the valley where Bree had lived on a farmstead as a young Mando'ad was all gone or rather buried under tons of ash and debris from the melted glaciers that sat atop the towering volcano mountain tops causing mud flows to gobble up everything in their path... including Solus and Kara Tor.

As their drop ship flew over the area on it's way farther north to the Death Watch's target, the Tor did not want to look down upon the destruction below where both her parents were entombed, but she needed to. It fueled the hatred she had for the traitor, who dared to take the mantle of Sole Ruler once again after her unspeakable deed against Manda'yaim and its innocent children. The Manda be her witness, the dalyc hut'uun would pay for her treachery, one way or another. Justice would be served and those murdered by her hand avenged.

When it was time to make the jump from the drop ship, Briika was more than ready to get this show on the road. The silver-armored baar'ur followed her husband out, then ignited the jet pack on her back, making a light-booted landing at the designated point on the frozen earth ready to fight for what was right; doing it for her children, and their children.

The snow covered land was not pristine white as Briika remembered and wished for again like the old days, the good days, but an ashen, sickening gray. Soon it would be crimson in color; the names of [member="Mia Monroe"]'s dar'manda followers spelled out in their blood.

A message came through from Vilaz on the Munin and Tor's private comm channel. She just rolled her eyes. He was already doing it again after their long talk about not to. Briika's response to him was hitting the Concordian's shoulder paldron squarely with the woman's gauntlet-covered fist.

[ This close? ] Bree smirked to her beloved, then moved out with the rest of his men towards the Ge'tal Mine.

It wasn't but a few moments later that the welcome wagon was brought out.

[ We've got company! ] she called out while taking cover, bringing around her new rifle with a sniper scope on it to take aim at one of the moving targets in the air.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Cold Iron City/Ciryc Gar Oriya
Allies: [member="Ordo"] [member="Ru Tetsuya"] Derek the Clone
Enemies: Death Watch [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Personal Gear in bio


What the heck'd [member="Mia Monroe"] get herself into, this time? The youngest [member="Ordo"] stepped off and sidled beside her clone-brother, breaking into those groups of two her father wanted. Time with her parents settled the once-child, now very much a teenager of eighteen. Her pink beskar'gam was muted in comparison to her childhood. Ginnie carried her forge hammer on her back, not that she needed more armaments.





"Buir. I've got visual. Permission to engage? Please tell me I can bring out the torches." The forge-girl took position and hunkered down with [member="Briika Tor"] and [member="Vilaz Munin"] in her sights. Her brother Derek (where did he even find such a ridiculous name?) sidled in beside her, crouching down to reach her petite height.





For now the forge-girl stayed hidden, waiting to see which direction the Death Watchers would froth forth.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Keldabe - Mandalmotors H.Q.
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: Mia Monroe


M A N D A L M O T O R S



Gunfire erupted from the front door. A few Death Watch soldiers took the brunt of the attack, collapsing at the front door, dead.


"Infrared," Ra said calmly to the others as he stepped behind one of the marble pillars. "Find out how many there are."


He raised a hand.


A flare gun.


Ra shot it into the air.


A green burst of light appeared in the sky above the looming remains of Mandalmotors, and the city fell quiet.


Then an alarm began to blare.


And another.


And another.


And another.


And the city began to scream. Holocomms began to shout,


"CONVERGE ON MANDALMOTORS


THE INSURRECTIONISTS HAVE BEEN FOUND.


KILL ON SIGHT."



The hunt was on.

 

[Scourge]

Keldabe

Scourge’s grenade beeped once, twice, thrice, then he sent it flying through one of the bars shattered windows. It landed with a thud and the vong could hear muffled cries of “Goore!”. The building seemed to quake as the explosive went off. Glutton unwrapped itself from Scourge’s arm and it's tentacles formed a fine point as he entered the building. The vong sword began to idly shift and writhe as it smelled the blood of the fallen. The inside of the bar was a mess, two corpses lay strewn apart, blood and gore painted the bar walls a new shade of crimson. The tap had been completely destroyed along with most the bottles that lined the back walls.

The bartender was slumped over the counter top dead. Sandbags lay torn apart all over the place and a few of the tiles lining the walls had been smashed, exposing the durasteel support beneath. Scourge walked to the counter and rolled the deceased bartender over. Scourge raised his scattergun to the man's head and fired. Better safe than sorry. Scourge rounded the counter top corner and began searching for a still intact bottle of Tihaar. He found one and turned to the rest of his vod.

“Drinks are on me!” The vong joked and it was met by a dozen cheering Mandalorians. Scourge removed his golden helmet and took a swig from the bottle “Jate stuff,” He rasped as he wiped his lips, then passed the bottle to his waiting comrade. Scourge was still standing behind the bar when he noticed a part of the floor move. He did not alert his comrades for fear of scaring his prey. He approached the newly discovered trapdoor and threw it open. Inside were several women and children. Scourge raised his rifle and motioned for them to step outside. They stared at him unafraid and as they exited the basement it was proudly. As a Mandalorian should.

Scourge felt a pang of sympathy for these warriors, but he knew there was only one way this was going to end.

 

[Rianna Organa]

Cold Iron City, Spaceport.
Allies/Enemies.....she see only patients not sides

Civil War?

The spaceport become a field hospital, and place of refuge for those escaping the blasts of war. Rianna brought all she could to help as many as she could. It wasn't easy covering chairs to beds.

Rianna stood at the doorway looking out at the City. The words echoing in her mind civil war. dar'manda. She had seen what civil war could do. As a child on Alderaan her family had been killed trying to escape during civil war. She lost her parents and a sister that night on the slopes of the Juran Mountains. Here again she stood reminded that her family was out there fighting. She thought of [member="Ordo"] where was the big lug with his farmer's tan and giant paws all of which she loved dearly.



What were they fighting for really?

Position? People? a shiny title? It was escaping the healer. She could only pray for them all her friends and family some now split by what they believed. Rianna felt a gentle tug, "Mam..."

She turned looking into the sad eyes of Elia her family had been killed with the eruptions occurred, she had no one left and now war would take whatever she had left in friends.

"Let's keep working I guess...there are injured on both sides. turn no one away as healers we don't choose sides...we do our jobs and help those in need' Tha was what she had long lived by, it was part of her oath. For a moment she wondered where was [member="Briika Tor"] and was she safe.

 

[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

Strider licked his lips as if the green flare that rose high into the skies were a fat juicy cut of steak. She is here, he thought to himself as he watched kad blew a hole through the roof. The explosion was loud and violent and would cause disorientating ruckus to those unfortunate to be on the floor below the blood wolves. Smoke billowed from the newly formed entrance and the Tal'rekr would rapidly descend into the gap, weapons up and ready to bring merciless war to those in their way. The old man was a frontline commander and was the first through the breach, the furlong hope as it would of been known in days of old.

There were screams and moans, yells of panic and pain coming from all directions on the top floor. A armed security officer drew his blaster towards the smoke. Strider's silhouette in the smoke filled darkness hung like a body bag, his shadow was the shadow of death that reached out for this brave soul. Only a click and a whisper erupted from the commando's weapon, the magnetically launched projectile tore into the security officer's scull with such force and kinetic energy that is turned skin, bone and brain matter into a silent explosion of pink confetti. Another shot would crush into the man's chest, sending the headless body flying backwards and crashing into a workstation.

Strider pressed forward, his rifle whispering death with each step he took. Double tapping each target that fell prey to to the awesome might of verpine technology. He was giving room for his Commandos to follow suit, to aid in the clean up of this floor. There was no mercy to be had here. Armed, unarmed mandalorians and other employees of the building were subject to die and death was all that they were delivering today for the handcuffs and zip ties were left at home.

The old man did not need to communicate verbally, his team knew what needed to be done. Floor by floor, this objective will be cleared and with the added bonus of the traitor her self was sighted brought promise of glory and retribution.

 

[Riggs]

Location: top floor of Mandal Motors HQ
Allies: Death Watch, [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Silas Mantis"]

War had come to Mandal Motors.

As the hole was blown into the roof Strider, their commander, was the first into the breech. Leaping down he moved to the gaping entrance and followed several others. The hallway they had entered was already lined with the debris of battle. Scattered chunks of duracrete and steel, fallen bodies, hazy smoke. All colored with the crimson blood of the fallen.

Moving forward he moved to Strider's left, checking the rooms they passed. Most were empty but a few had either employees or mando'ad. These were greeted with two rounds to the chest. Aim small miss small. The armored man felt his lips stretching across his face. He couldn't tell if it was a grimace or a grin.

The green flare seen just before he leapt through the hole however filled him with elation. Mia the Defiler was in the building. And he wanted to share his pain with her before sending her into the void. But first they would have to find her.

Another door was kicked in and as he scanned the room he saw the man in armor raise a shatter gun toward him. Firing and rolling forward he strafed the Mando, dropping him dead. But as he rose he watched a young child, gender not apparent in the wiry youth, crawl forward to grab his father's gun.

Rising to his height he spoke quietly to the child. "Sleep little one." A single round echoed in the room as he turned an joined the unit once more. "Pups grow into wolves", was his only statement for what he had done. This was war, and you never left a single man, woman, or child who could attack you from the rear.

 

[Sal Katarn]

OUTSIDE MANDAL MOTORS


"Wonder where this gal is hidin' out."

Below, the holocoms blared, loud as a sand storm siren on Tatooine.

"CONVERGE ON MANDALMOTORS - THE INSURRECTIONISTS HAVE BEEN FOUND."

"Hm," grunted Sal.

Well that was easy.

The nephilim swung low through atmo, boarding ramp extending just long enough for Katarn to leap out and fall to the ground below. His boots crunched into the ground, still covered with a lingering layer of ash from the cataclysm. He carried the Last Word in one hand and wore his usual tattered black poncho.

The mandalorian helmet he wore he'd picked up way back. Scavenged from a corpse. The scarred hunk of beskar T-visor fit snugly around his head. Over time, it'd become part of his - what was the word that Hutt's lieutenant had used? Accoutrements. Katarn was no mandalorian and only wore the thing because beskar was just about the most protective thing for a head there was in the galaxy. Never expected it'd double as a disguise.

The colors must have meant something to the original owner. Green, with a yellow stripe through the center. Didn't matter now. The dead don't miss much.

Couldn't pick Sal out from a lineup of Mandos, since they all were tired variations of the same beaten mount. Greasy, no-good scoundrels with grimy gear, empty-eyed t-visors, and a blank check on violence.

He trotted toward Mandal Motors, bypassed a side door's lock with an anti-security blade, and slipped inside.

[member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"]

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Cold Iron City, Remote location
Vod: [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Dagon Namadi"] [member="Rhaenys Namadi"]
Nearby: [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Ordo"]

Throughout her entire life, Mandalore had been her home. The generation before her had not been so lucky, and while she could consider her family blessed in some respects there was still work to be done - unite the clans under the Death Watch banner, kill the traitors and restore Mandalore to its glory days with strict order and control. New laws were already in place. The old rule had only brought war and shame. A new era of prosperity and peace, lingering just on the horizon, finally seemed within reach.

The landscape did not hold a lush green valley or snow peaked mountains as it used to. Manda'yaim was still healing, but the fertile ground would eventually take over, plant and animal life replacing the ash and mud that pervaded.

While some of the Death Watch headed to the mines, Clan Namadi would be meeting at a remote location where they'd mount their Basiliks and either head to the mines, or wait until their enemies came to them. Rena had taken a small transport alone from her own small farmstead in nearby Enceri where she worked twelve-hour days until it was time to drink tihaar until the sun peeked up briefly before the torrential rains began again. She would eventually retire to Sundari where the ale or tihaar would taste better after a few hours in the blazing heat, but then again alcohol was a welcome luxury at anytime for Rena - before battle, after battle, in the middle of the night and in the morning sometimes. But she was sober today, dead set on making her vod bal vod proud of her.

Once Rhaenys, Dagon and Kervo arrived, she’d brief them on the situation in the nearby mines. But not before a hearty bear hug, a sip from her flask and some tough-love sibling teasing.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

Location: MandalMotors Lobby
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"]
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Marev Priest"]
Questionable: [member="Kal Kandossii"]

No Armor, a blaster pistol and a gaping hole in his workshop. Deathwatch troopers above him and a nearly endless supply of possibilities down below with him. He needed to give Mia time, he needed to give the Mandalorians time, to come together and push back this Death Watch assault or escape. He sucked his teeth and picked up a helmet and scrapped together a makeshift armor to use. Why didn't he tell Ru to drop his armor down with him? So many regrets.

He sighed and turned to look st his own partner in crime. Atin, he had been with this beast for decades.

"Another battle old friend?" Upon recognizing Gil was speaking to it directly its console lit up and its old joints groaned. "I knew you couldn't resist. Now lets try and figure out what I'm going to use out there." His workshop was like a little armory, mostly dismantled tech, but plenty of weapons and half-finished and painted plates to do something with.

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Boost engines roared to life as a second, larger metal beast flew up from the hole Mia had made. A person fell from the beast and tucked into a roll. Though his face wasn't visible, from the War Droid alone one could guess who it was that fell from its cockpit. He didn't let the moment escape him. Three shots rang out, a Mandalorian Ripper pistol put three more Death Watch troopers on the ground.

"RA!"​

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A challenge. ​

 

[Orn'om]

Location: Near the top floor of MandalMotors
Enemies: [member="Marev Priest"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Kad Tor"]

He could hear the sound of blaster fire and Besu'liik from beyond the door. He had only minutes before Death Watch troopers would be at the door, and if they came as prepared as he thought, the Mandalorian Steel door between him and them would only last a few minutes at most. He cursed under his breath as a text from the old man came through on his HUD.

Destroy everything. Save what you can.

Well that was vague. He might as well have said blow the place. Stock holders just wouldn't do with that, but he did need to make a copy of all of their data anyways. Pulling a cord from his utility belt, he plugged into the Gil's, his, console. The data stream began immediately.

"Who is that old man to tell me what to do...I have, I have half a mind to give this to the Death Watch!" he muttered under his breath. Maybe it would save him and his aide, but mostly him. He paused at the thought. Was he really that much of a coward now? Had he been away for that long?

 

[Ordo]

"Engage." He said his voice as cold as the city itself. That was it. One word and he became responsible for the attempted murder of people who believed they were doing the right thing. Just like he did. All because two people drew a line in the sand. Two people that were to unyielding to do what was right and fix the mess the planet was in. They had both led the Mandalorians and the once strong empire Ordo and [member="Strider Garon"] had worked so hard to build under [member="Gilamar Skirata"] had fallen. The planet is ruins.

His choice was made though. Ra wanted no force users. His wife, his children, himself would have been killed or exiled, declared Dar'manda. Everything in him wanted to support unification, everything but that. He opened fire on the combatants heading for the mine. concussion missiles and blaster bolts rained down around them.

"One more war, murderer." He said to himself, "Get it fething right his time."

[member="Ru Tetsuya"] [member="Buurenaar Namadi "][member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Briika Tor"]

 

[Kad Tor]

Location: MandalMotors Top Level
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Marev Priest"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Tahn Vizsla"]
Enemies: [member="Zeke Farthen"]
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A pleased laugh escaped Kad's mouth when the roof blew. The explosion was enough that it was felt at least several levels below. It would have been a show Artemis would have been proud of. However she was on Dxun while Kad was in Keldabe. It was her city, and Kad was fighting to take a company they desperately needed. An arms race was coming, and the Death Watch needed an advantage. If that meant taking MandalMotors then they would. If they could not, Kad had enough ordinance to Level the building if it was placed on the load bearing support. All he needed was an order.

Boots hit the debris and he followed in the middle of the group. He looked away as the man in front of him killed a child reaching for his father's weapon. Kad briefly thought his sons would be old enough for this battle had they still lived. Pushing it out of his mind, Kad proceeded forward. His blaster was up and he shot at the first combatant. He didn't aim to miss, and he didn't aim to disarm. Kad's explosion already claimed the lives of those underneath the ceiling, and he was only aiming to stack up the count.

[ "So we're counting right, because I'm out in an early lead if we are..." ] Kad always had to keep the mood light even during battle. It was his personality.

They team approached a door at the end of the hallway, and the lift on the left. Kad glanced to the sliding doors then to Strider. [ "Shall we take out the lift and keep the advantage?" ]

Strider had been right, they were knew as a team. They would be able to know each other soon enough. Today was about winning and learning.