Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

[Kiegan Lysle]

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

Tahn stood back to allow his fellow Mandalorian an opportunity to open the door with his explosives, holding his axe tightly as he waited for his opportunity to pounce. He knew that there were men and women to slaughter in there, nobody hid useless items behind a door like this. And although it may not have had much effect against the door itself, the battering of his axe and the ringing of steel must have left those inside wetting themselves with fear of what was coming for them.

Then the explosion came, but it wasn't the one at the door. Plasma bolts shot through the roof narrowly avoiding some of the tightly packed squad, as they shot through and continued past the floor. Some of the men with him were less lucky and were torn apart quickly by the bolts raining above them, spraying a couple of the men around them with viscera. Others were lucky they had helmets to cover them from the spray, but Tahn's face was now soaked in the blood of friend and foe. Still he wasn't as grotesque as the child near him, a small thing dripping in blood. He knew what it was like to have to kill at such a tender age, but still seeing such a brazen child felt off in this battlefield.

As the bolts stopped coming is when the debris began to fall around them, Commander Garon ordering all of his men to jump through the window. Tahn stood awkwardly by as the rest of the men ran past him to throw themselves out of the window, only to raise back up as the jetpacks carried the upwards to the sky. He gave a quick look outside of the building to see how far down it was as the building collapsed around him. Too damn far to drop, he anxiously thought as he began to look around for another exit.

His eyes led him to the corpses that had previously been his allies, but was now just a mess of limbs and bones. Dropping to his knees he began tossing both arms and armour aside and he began looking for an operating jetpack. The rubble fell around him as he began to search more desperately, a rather large chunk of debris collapsing onto his back as he salvaged leaving a deep and sharp pain in his upper back. Finally his hands reached what he was searching for, strapping it around himself as he ignored the pain of what was surely a few broken ribs.

The window his squadmates had used was blocked now, only way out was up through one of the holes that the Liberator had so generously made for him. Tahn unfortunately wasn't too familiar with how jetpacks work and, although he managed to get past the ceiling well enough, he had thrown himself way past any proper footing he would have in an awkward spin. His hands desperately tapped buttons in order to gain control of the thing, but one tap shut off the propulsion system in it completely. Thoughts of regret swam in Tahn's mind as he began a freefall down back towards the building he had just escaped from, trading his spinning for a straight fall downwards.

Fortunately this gave him the opportunity to finally regain his positioning as he spotted the giant metal beast that Mia Monroe was hiding in below him, the sight bringing Tahn's bloodlust back to the forefront of his mind. As he fell, an outstretched arm reached towards the basilisk hoping to find some type of holding for him to cease his freefall. If his fingers found no such bearing than his fall would continue it's fateful journey downwards, either way would not be good for his already damaged ribs.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Location: Cold Iron City
Allies: Insurgents; [member="Ordo"], [member="Ru Tetsuya"], [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]
Enemies: Deathwatch; [member="Briika Tor"], [member="Dagon Namadi"], [member="Buurenaar Namadi"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]


Explosion. Clan Munin warriors vaulted at odd angles, blown into the air with caterwauling bursts of flame and solid, yet thinly pointed projectiles.





The one word of her father's voice was all Ginnie Ordo needed to light the cold city up. Swathes of flame cut across the battle field, separating warriors into fragmented patches. The teenager knew the surprise wouldn't last, Mando'ade in Beskar'gam could walk through fire. Their environmental filters could work through the smoke, but if the smoke was bad enough the filters would need extra power from internal workings. Oxygen was limited, even if they switched to their own internal supply.





Ginnie was counting on it. Oxy-tanks could be punctured. Beskar'gam could be compromised. The 19 year old goran'ika lit explosive barrels on either side of the Death Watch forces, knowing her father [member="Ordo"] would ride in on the high points with his aerial troop. Her play wasn't the sky.





The Clan Ordo Force-Knight was going for [member="Briika Tor"] and her Riduur. Someone had to end the insanity.





"Y'all need to take a farkin' chill pill, sit on your hands and count t'ten!" Ginnie grumbled, as [member="Vilaz Munin"] came into her sights. The fallen Mand'alor was culling, was he? Didn't like Forcies, didn't like democracy, didn't like [member="Mia Monroe"]?





Feth it. Ginnie nodded and Derek weaved around, setting a grenade launcher on his shoulder and depressing the trigger. A pop whizzzzzzz hit the chaos of the air, as the incendiary device exploded into the air targeted for @Buurenaar Namadi's basilisk.





"Who in the Netherworld obeys a resurrected dead man anyway!? You guys soft in the skull? Your buy'ce too tight? Feth me! I've fought beside you, you twats! All of a sudden I'm unworthy of the Resol'nare 'cause I can do this!?" Ginnie held out her hand and force-pushed [member="Briika Tor"] as hard as she could against the nearest solid surface.





"Buir, they're killing Force Users. I'm sending Wembley to your position. He will protect you until you can get out." Ginnie whispered through her comm, knowing her beloved mother would hear her. Wembley the Tuk'ata, now a spry and wiry teenager in his own right, came roaring into the hospital and planted himself between Rianna and the door. Wembley chittered and nodded his head at Ginnie's mother, then hissed and growled, planting his Sith-Hound feet and waiting for the inevitable attack.

 

[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"]

For a moment he wondered when the site of children dead had stopped bothering him, and after that he wondered when it had become a moment of pride when he same his niece butcher another living being.

An instant later the thoughts passed and he patted Yasha on her head. She was a Mantis alright. "You did good little wolf." He remarked proudly as he returned his hand to his rifle. Looking over the carnage he felt what could've been described as a sense of accomplishment, the team had done good, damn good. "Watch out Tor, the ad'ika is gaining on your kill count." Silas joked, smirking under his visor.

Then Strider called out, and his heart sunk. A karking basilisk, of course there was a karking basilisk. In an instant he yanked his niece up and into his arms and shielded her from the blast. "Keep your head down!" He bellowed to his niece above the noise, following after Strider at a breakneck pace through the falling debris.

Bringing up his rifle with one hand he squeezed the trigger and blasted open another window and jumped through without pause. With the girl held securely against his chest Silas ignited his pack and got himself clear. With only one arm available he didn't race up as far behind his commander in order to keep Yasha from any direct fire. Once they had a place to land he'd set her down and resume full attacks, but right now all that mattered was that they and the others of the Tal'rekr got the hell out of the blast.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Mandalmotors HQ
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: [member=Mia Monroe], [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

Thud.

Thud.

Ra slammed the butt of his spear against the stone foundation upon which he stood.


"...I am the Resol'nare.


I am Manda'yaim.


and I am your Mand'alor."



Ra's dark grey wolfskin cloak burst into the air, struggling to follow Ra as he sprinted up the steps as the building began to suffer the destruction from below.


Debris began falling, but through it


the golden beskar spear of Ra Vizsla made it's way for Gilamar's throat.


"And you will OBEY."

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Cold Iron City | Outskirts
Allies: Death Watch ([member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]), Clan Namadi ([member="Dagon 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


Electrobinoculars pressed to her eyes, she watched brother Dagon’s ship descending. Her helm was hanging from a cord on the Basilisk. Her heart leapt with joy for his arrival but anticipation of the upcoming conflict, skipping now in her chest, the palpitations familiar and not unwanted.

Fear was a tool to be harnessed and instead of fighting it, Rena drank it in, letting it infect every muscle and nerve so that it was there, a constant presence that she’d disarmed by becoming its closest ally.

Practically bouncing on her saddle as he approached, when he was in leaping range, Rena jumped down and clashed into him, armor to armor as they’d done so many times before in camaraderie and even sometimes in conflict.

“Baby brother,” she chided back despite Dagon being younger by only three years. “It’s been too long indeed. I wish I had better news, but it appears as if both the mine, and the spaceport are already hot zones. Did you pick up anything with the probes?”

She crunched through the snow, to pull her helmet off of the war droid, but before plopping it on her head and securing it, she offered Dagon a sip from her flash. “Tihaar?”

“Su cuy'gar!” she shouted, hailing Kervo and Rhaenys. Bu'nas'a, she loved her clan so much. It was unfortunate that they all couldn’t ride together, but in the kind of pandemonium they faced, traveling in one large group would make Clan Namadi a clear target for the traitors to Mandalore.

 

[Subject 37]

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

"Break the doors." Aryn stepped up to the railing, his eyes filtering across the transparisteel prisons.

There were thousands kept here.

Not all of them were Death Watch, not all of them were righteous, but it didn't matter. There were murderers and killers down there, criminals and those who had deserved nothing less than to be here, but for Aryn they were servants. They were men and women who would follow Ra, and that was enough. His fingers laced around the durasteel beam in front of him, his voice booming to the other three members of Death Watch as they flanked him. "Break them free!"

Another howl of cheers roared through the prison.

The next few minutes was spent with each of the prisoners being broken free. Terminals were sliced, manual overrides were smashed into place, and within a hares breath those who had been trapped here began to flood the prison itself. They roared and cheered, they bounded out towards the exits, running wild. Aryn watched them with a weary eye.

"Go!" He shouted. "Take Sundari!"

He would seize this city and it's throne.

A gift for his Mand'alor.

The Togorian watched the flood of prisoners below, a small smile forming on his features. A moment passed, and then he slowly turned away. [member="Atiniir Starrider"] would gather the remaining guards, a force that would likely prove useful, but Aryn would move on ahead to the Palace. He had no idea what awaited him there, but it was the key to this city, and he would have it.

 

[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"] | [member="Mia Monroe"]
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She was here. Kad clenched his teeth as he choked back the profane things which threatened to spew out of his mouth at the revelation. This was not a time to get angry and lose control. Instead it was time to focus the anger into something productive, killing. Ra wanted her captured, and only because a public trial only seemed fair would Kad comply. Still there was enough happening around them that Kad could not take his focus off the environment around him.

The girl wanted to play the counting game. He smiled.

[ "You already have one," ] Kad said through his helmet as he looked toward the girl. It was his way of saying yes without outright giving her any ideas. She was a strong child, fearless, and Kad had to admit she was terrifying. He was happy she fought with them, not against them.

Kad looked over to Silas at his jab.

[ "I am not worried. Pretty sure the next time I get to blow something up I can add another gap," ] he chuckled.

His head shook as Tahn attempted to bust a reinforced door open with an axe. Kad was on his way over to set the charge when Strider shouted. The enemy was above them and with her was a machine capable of killing them all. With no time to waste, Kad followed Strider out the window. Leaping through with his feet pointed toward the ground, Kad ignited his jet pack. His rifle was pointed upward as he maneuvered himself to the right and back of Strider. Others would follow, but the Hound was on a suicide mission. It was brave, bold, and stupid, but it held their best chance of survival.

In an attempt to give Strider a good chance, Kad aimed for one of the pulse canons. If he could effectively take them out they could save the building which they were supposed to take, and limit the deadly force of the mechanized war mount. The counting game didn't matter anymore.

[ "Strider I have your shebs, now make it count." ]

 

[Rhodessa]

Location: Mandal motors

Her ship was being repaired, she hoped it would not take too long, but after the what happened in meeting. She was unsure of her loyalties, but it did not matter, she had no choice it was join [member="Mia Monroe"], or deny herself her heritage. She did not like what Mia had done, but [member="Ra Vizsla"] had said no more clans, and sent agents to just kill Mia no trial no nothing. The only reason they knew she was guilty was through the force, which they now condemn, which had a whiff of hypocrisy about it. She hated them all, but she hated Mia side less, I guess that all it took to choose her side. The one she hated least, well it was one way of choosing. She had different armour and weapon now, as she proved very ineffective with sniper rifle, and her armour was not that good.

She was wearing Clan skin, and a river gun it was semi automatic weapon. Well let's face no point only being able to hit with sniper rifle at point blank range. She was in mandle motors, in when she heard they where on roof tops, she grabbed a grenade, and headed up. She soon be in area she could defend the enemy from oncoming storm. She was nervous, but already made her peace, they had come to kill her, they came to kill woman bearing a child, these where not mandalorians, they where just rabid dogs, who needed to be put down.

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

[member="Aryn Spar"]

Atiniir raced through the corridors of the prison, heading for the central command center, which he had seen overlooked the prison proper. There he would find the warden. He, or she, was now the only thing standing between Death Watch and total control of the Sundari Prison and the beings within. Several guards tried to stop Atiniir as he sprinted down the halls, but they were no match for the hot-headed young Mando. Atiniir knocked out guard after guard, leaving them crumpled on the floors as he pushed through to his goal. Finally, he reached it.

The place was guarded by a heavy blast door, but that wasn't going to stop Atiniir. Stepping back, he fired a small rocket into the door, blowing a sizable hole in the durasteel. Atiniir stepped to the side as blaster fire poured through the gap, missing him entirely. Reaching down, he grabbed a flashbang grenade off his belt and, activating the sound and light dampeners in his helmet, pulled the pin. There was a cry of "Grenade!" as he tossed the sphere through the gap, then a bright flash, quickly covered by his helmet's compensators. He stepped through, only to take a blaster round straight to the chest. He stumbled back a bit and shook his head clear. The round had marked the beskar plate protecting his chest, but had done little else. He looked up, and saw a man in beskar'gam standing before him, blaster rifle in his hands.

"That was a warning, di'kut," the man said, "One more step, and you'll see just how good that armor is in the places it doesn't cover." Atiniir frowned. He hated complications. Around him, the other three or four guards he had stunned were getting up, shaking the flashbang's effects from their senses. He had lost his advantage. Well, no matter. He'd make do. Crossing his hands over his chest, Atiniir faced the man.

"You the warden?" he asked. The man shook his head, without lowering his rifle. Atiniir inclined his head.

"That would be me!" piped up a voice from behind the man. Atiniir leaned slightly, and saw another Mandalorian, slightly shorter and heavier, behind the rifleman. He too was dressed in beskar'gam, but he didn't look like as much of a warrior as the first one. Atiniir leaned back, and met the visor of the rifleman with his own.

"You must know you can't win," he said, "The prison is lost. Your charges will soon be spilling out into the streets. Sundari belongs to Death Watch now." The rifleman said nothing, but the warden growled.

"Death Watch scum," he said, "Honorless fiend. You stand by a man who would see every one of us dead in the mud, or on an executioner's block! We are Mandalorians, not pirates and brigands!" Atiniir ignored the warden and faced the rifleman. He talked directly to him.

"Which is better," he asked, "A man who declares you a criminal before he kills you? Or one who kills you, your wife, and your child without warning or reason or even a chance to look death in the face like a true Mandalorian?" The rifleman said nothing.

"Monroe is insane and evil," Atiniir continued, "She does not deserve your honor, or your loyalty." Atiniir drew upon his own experience as he pleaded with the guards. He did not want to kill them, and getting them to switch sides was something that benefited both parties. He knew that Ra was bloodthirsty, but would rather have these men serve him and die as warriors than serve Monroe and die as traitors. Atiniir looked to the guards, spreading his hands.

"Join us," he said, "Join Death Watch. And help bring that murderess to justice." There was silence, and then every guard lowered his weapon. The rifleman did as well. The warden stood stunned.

"No!" he yelled, "Kill him you fools!" No one listened. The warden backed up a few steps, then pulled a thermal detonator from the control desk.

"All hail the Liberator!" he yelled. He moved to press the button, but before he could he head whipsawed backwards as a blaster bolt punched through the gap between helmet and chestplate. The man's body went limp, but before he could fall Atiniir had rocketed forward and punched him square in the chest. The man flew through the window, shattering the glass, and fell with a crack to the floor below. Atiniir stood in the shattered window. He pulled a device from his pocket, pressed a button, and dropped it.

"No one calls me honorless," Atiniir said. He turned away, flanked by his newfound allies.

A sigil all Mandalorians would soon know erupted in a blazing red hologram from the warden's chestplate. Sundari Prison belonged to Death Watch now.

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

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

He had the high ground, surely Ra would't-

He did.

Even if he wanted to retort, the large man didn't leave much room for thought. He moved much faster than his size let on. The Gurlanin warrior clad in his full Beskar'gam dwarfed the old Mandalorian.

Clang!

Metal on metal. The blow caught Gil by surprise.

"Faster, and stronger than you look, eh?" He didn't fight the monster's momentum anymore than that and pivoted to the left, leading Ra past him and up the stairs with a parry. Gil didn't like fighting on stairs, especially with big men. They tended to take up the whole damn staircase, and on these rickety stairs it was a wonder they didn't collapse underneath them fighting.

He followed up with a quick jab behind Ra's knee. Nothing fatal, but a good cut behind the knee could slow a man down. Any advantage he could get, he'd take it.

A chunk of the floors above fell past them and crashed into the lobby. What was Mia doing up there?

 

[Orn'om]

Location: MandalMotors Tower
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"]
Enemies: @Ra Viszla, [member="Strider Garon"], [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Silas Mantis"][member="Tahn Vizsla"]

He heard a clang on the door. Were the Death Watch brutes really that...simple? To think blunt force would break through a several inch thick Mandalorian Steel blast door? Maybe they didn't have much to worry about after all.

The whole building shook. He could hear the sonic blasts of a Bes'uliik's shockwave generator rods blasting apart the building from above. Zeke cursed under his breath as his aide whimpered and wailed for their mother.

Why couldn't this thing move any faster?

The progress bar of the download inched its way towards completion.

 

[Riggs]

Location: MandalMotors Top Level
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Kad Tor"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Tahn Vizsla"]
Enemies: Zeke Farthen | Mia Monroe


He leaned against the wall, rifle parallel with his body. The butt rested upon his right breast with hand on grip ready for instant action. He watched the playful jabs between the members as another rang his ax upon the steel door several times. An imperceptible shake of his head at the frivolity.

Turning his head just as several of the unit had he had moments to react to the sound of the war mount before a barrage of death rained through the ceiling killing several of the wolves. Strider called to evaq as the roof began to collapse.

Dropping to his knee he raised the rifle, firing at the massive chunks raining down on the escape vectors. Shattering duracrete and deflecting steel he managed to assist a few in the spare seconds he had before taking off for a window himself.

As the ceiling collapsed around him he kicked off, firing his jetpack , and flying down the hall to narrowly escape being crushed.

Situating himself he rose high into the sky . Thirty meters above the rest of the unit and the rider he saw the ping on his HUD displaying the identity as one Mia Monroe. A snarl on his lips he spoke into the unit frequency. "I'm dropping from above to try to hit her. She'll most likely avoid and open herself on a different front. Don't miss."

He cut the thrust on his jetpack, rapidly free falling toward the basilisk. On his HUD he watched a similar commando free falling, this one without a jetpack. Snarling he raised his right gauntlet and fired the Whipcord into the path Tahn was descending. If he managed to grab it he could swing at Mia, leap on the droid, or hang with his ax swinging impotently as before.

With his left he aimed down as the meters counted toward impact. Then he fired full thrust on the jetpack while releasing a wave of fire from his gauntet down to where Mia sat.

 

[Sal Katarn]

KELDABE
Seedy Cantina

Up the stairs. Second floor. Narrow hallway. Close quarters. Minimal points of egress.

Perfect.

The black helmet looked at Rexus, then back to Twigg, tilting slightly.

"I'm interested," Kade replied in his wry, muffled voice. Both arms rose in a blur of motion. Fffft. Fffft. "But not in that."

Darts sprang from their wrist-mounted launchers, buzzing through the air like angry hornets, seeking out the necks of Twigg and Rexus. One per. The tranquilizer in the darts could put a wookiee on its shebs.

The Silver Jedi would pay more than a clever cred for a squad of First Order soldiers.

Provided Kelborn could get through them all.

Considering they were all sloshed and their gear stowed in duffels, Kade gave them 5 to 1 odds. Generous, no?

[member="Rexus Wenck"]

 

[Ru Tetsuya]

Location: Cold Iron City
Enemies: [member="Rhaenys Namadi"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Dagon Namadi"]
Allies: @Ordo @Rianna Ar'klim-Organa

It was interesting to see from atop the roofs of the Cold Iron City. On one side you had Clan Ordo and Clan Tetsuya; traditional, all rounder Mandalorians ready to fight for their Alor and trained swordsmen and snipers of untold discipline. On the other you had again, traditional all rounder Mandalorians in Clan Munin and the wild Bloodriders of Clan Namadi. Together as one unit these four groups could face any military in the known Galaxy and crush them.

But here they were, bleeding and dying in the ashen snow of their own destroyed homeworld.

The simian fell from the roofs and into the snow below, sending black snow into the visor of one of his adversaries. His beskar blade found its mark between plates and ribs. His screams brought attention to his allies which Ru would use to his advantage. He let the blade do its work, his armor expanding as the CO2 bubble inside him expanded, crushing vital organs.

Overhead War droids flew and battled. This truly was a Civil War.

 

[Mia Monroe]

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


They scattered like flies from bantha chit as the roof collapsed, but they’d swarm back like angry wasps, bullets stinging across the droids armour, the bes’uliik responded without her command, lifting its nose from the roof to spit fire back at [member="Strider Garon"], constantly shifting, Mia ducked low in the saddle snarling beneath her helmet. Glad at least to be shooting back at him this time.

Something shot past her peripherals, she tracked it with her HUD watching as the jet pack propelled mando suddenly dropped. Another flashed up past her and she growled. She was out in the open, attackable from all sides but at least there focus was on her and not the people in the tower anymore.

That, she could work with.

“Alright, time to show me what you can do.” She murmured to the droid. “We direct this fight, not them. Drop me.” The bes’uliik rolled and Mia let go dropping headfirst towards the roof top, she adjusted her fall with the force flipping round. Something exploded above her, a damage report told her that one of the pulse canon’s was destroyed. A minor nuisance.

“Track me and wait for my signal.” She hit the roof hard, punching through a weak spot to the level she’d not managed to flatten. A few security looked at her bewildered as she staggered back to her feet. “Ow.” she grumbled in the confines of her helmet, tugging her bolters free. “Time to go!” she yelled. “Move your shebs! Get everyone out now!”

Outside her bes’uliik dropped to circle the building. She opened comms to the whole tower. “All personnel are ordered to evacuate. Pick up your chit quick and get out. You have,” she glanced back at the hole she’d come through. “Fifteen minutes...maybe less. MOVE!”

Fifteen minutes. She could keep them busy for fifteen minutes.

 

[Sal Katarn]

Mandal Motors

Normally, bounties got a price range of over a million 'cause nobody could find 'em. Made the process a lot like detective work. Findin' someone who didn't want to be found.

Well, Mia Monroe didn't seem to have any issues about bein' found.

Sal clutched his rifle and crouched low as a Mando war mount roared for the ceiling and punched a hole through the roof. Zooming in through the cloud of pulverized permacrete, Sal made out the face of the rider.

Hm.

A sinkin' feelin' started in Katarn's gut as he watched the guns of the war droid tilt down toward what remained of the ceiling. The ceiling over his head.

"Kark."

The hunter swung up his rifle, nestling the butt against his shoulder, and fired all in a smooth motion. The rifle barked angrily, sending a .50 enshrouded slug toward [member="Mia Monroe"] that could punch through a vehicle's engine block like butter, but probably wouldn't do much more'n shatter a few ribs, knock the wind out of her, and boost her from the saddle. If it even hit.

Then the roof came down around Sal. A pile of debris slammed into his dead, knocking him down and out and burying him beneath the rubble.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Enemies: [member="Kade Kelborn"]
Location: Cantina

Rexus and Twigg went down like sacks of potatoes. Slumped on the floor, knocked unconscious. However, the thuds of their collective weight hitting the stone floor, alerted the others, who immediately walked out to investigate. No weapons in hand. Doc immediately saw the syringes, sticking out of their necks, and threw his hands up. "Easy, easy there." The field medic began, turning a distinctly pale colour, the other slowly walked out of their room, and echoed the man's sentiments. They were jumped. However, the largest one, who had a metal jaw didn't raise his hands at all, and simply levelled a steely gaze at the rogue.

"We can talk this all out." Redmond began, quietly, eyes darting around the room, analysing everything. "We can be civilised here, alright?" He asked, "No one here, wants to hurt anyone, no one here is to get hurt. We can discuss this like civilised adults." He paused, "So, let's discuss and see if we can find a mutually beneficial situation."

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: Outside MandalMotors HQ

Loss had turned to despair. Despair turned to anger. Anger became rage, and now Kaden Farr only knew one thing. Mia Monroe had to die. Were there others who contributed to the destruction of Manda’yaim and the death of his buire, yes. However, Kaden was only aware the Liberator, as she called herself, had claimed responsibility for the terrorist action. She was going to die, and Kaden would be the one to take her head. He did not care that he was only ten galactic standard years in age.

The young ad had found his way to the first wave of battle fairly easily. A crew from Dxun had departed to answer the call of Mand’alor the Undying, and Kaden had stowed away with them. At first he had been their mascot once found, but it did not take long for them to see the serious determination in his eyes when it came to the fight.

Kaden stood with his combat boots planted firmly on the ground. Unlike the adults who were fighting, Kaden was not in a suit of armor. His canvas military style pants, black, charcoal sweater, and tactical jacket were all he had to fight with. A beanie matching the sweater was on his head to keep his hair out of his eyes. A blaster rifle which had been handed to him by one of the warriors was in his hands, and two hunting knives hung from the belt around his waist. Wool fingerless gloves covered his hands. He was ready for war.

The action seemed to start all at once. Everything happened around him so quickly. The sound of blaster fire, battle cries, and war machines, echoed in his ears. He saw her. Mia rode into the air on her machine and fired on the roof of the building she had just been in. Kaden was no match for her, but his rage kept him blind to the fact his death was the only thing he was marching toward. Dark eyes looked up into the sky looking for a way to meet her head on.

If only he could fly...

[member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Kad Tor"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Tahn Vizsla"] | [member="Marev Priest"] | [member="Mia Monroe"]​

 

[Sal Katarn]

KELDABE
Seedy Cantina

"Sure."

Ffft. Fftt. Ffft. Ffft.

Silver blurs zipped through the room. All for the necks, or any other bit of exposed flesh.

Kade didn't have any ethical dilemmas against cutting them down dead. Would probably be easier to haul the dead bodies into his freighter. But killing was a messy business. The blood got everywhere, not to mention the release of the bowels after death. Sure, he might be a couple thousand richer after delivering the corpses, but then he'd have to spend the next two days trying to scrub out the smell of excrement from his ship.

No thank you.

Now if it was just a nice assassination mission, then this'd be no problem. Stick a knife in them while they slept. Poison their drinks. Easy. And he didn't have to clean up the mess.

Live bounties though? Real pain. Good for these grunts though. Kade guessed they'd spend a few months in some jail cell before whatever was left of the Silver Jedi collapsed. Kade would count his credits. Everyone would come out alive.

Mostly.

[member="Rexus Wenck"]

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Enemies: [member="Kade Kelborn"]
Location: Cantina

The four ex-trooper didn't know what hit them, falling down within a number of seconds, on top of one another. The last one to feel the effects of the tranquilsier was Tomas, the giant of a man with the steel jaw. He reached menacingly for the bounty hunter, letting out a guttral raw at the top of his lungs, before stepping forth, and then collapsing. There was a crack as he did so, collapsing onto his colleagues. It was clear that one of the unlucky members of the unit would be needing some form of chiropractor, or at the very least a nice massage to oil out that tension.

But now, the whole unit was asleep. Soundly collapsed onto one another, haphazardly over their bags of weapons, clothes, bacta and armour. Rexus' breathing was distinctly laboured as he slept with literally at least four hundred kilograms of well muscled meat on top of him.