Civil War: First Strike | Mandalorians

[Kiegan Lysle]

Location: Above 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"]

So Close, The wolf thought as his fingers skid along the exterior of the droid's body, the warmth of his hand skimming the cold steel that covered the basilisk. His gaze stayed upwards towards the target he missed for only a short while as the target he was heading for beneath him drew ever closer. The feeling of panic began to set in as he had no hope for getting that stupid fething jet pack to start going again, a clawed hand tearing it from his back in a moment of rage. But after that small window of rage came clarity so strong, Tahn might have believed himself to be stupid if he didn't know that it was his bloodlust blinding him.

"I can change my damn body!" He screamed aloud as the thought ran through his mind, quickly morphing his innards and bone structure into positions that would lessen his impact into the surface below. A new, sturdier rib cage began to form as his vitals made their way to the back of his body to prevent them from being damaged, his limbs sacrificing muscle strength for reinforcing his bones so they wouldn't snap on impact. He closed his eyes and prayed to Mandalore that the fall wouldn't cripple him for life, refusing to accept that he would be unable to do battle.

Smash

His eyes opening after the loud and painful impact his body felt against stone and rebar told him that his days still weren't as numbered as he thought, a breath of relief escaping his tightly packed lungs as a mad giggle began to come from his lips in the excitement. But with that laugh came an intense throbbing pain in his back, that caught the sound in his throat as it tried to escape. Shuffling into a seated position as his body began to reform into it's primary human state, the pain began to move from his ribs into his lower back and abdomen. A quick feel about his body told him that his lower right ribs were almost completely shattered by the impact as he wiped his face in disbelief, his hand pulling away the blood that had mixed with dirt and ash into a grotesque paste, as well as a piece of rebar stabbing through his shoulder.

Ultimately it was opportunity that pulled both his gaze and mind away from the pain running along his entire body as a crashing similar to his own was heard down the hall, the figure having a much more admittedly graceful and intentional entrance than Tahn had. As the dust cleared Tahn vaguely recognized who it was, though he had not seen her in flesh before. She began barking at both workers and security to escape as Tahn slowly raised himself to his feet using his axe, ignoring the pain that ran in his side as best that he could. Her gaze was towards the hole she had created assuming that the enemy would follow her in, but the enemy had already been in the building.

"Mand'alor!!!" He howled at the woman standing at the end of the hall, giving her the proper title that she had once earned and hadn't properly lost. His eyes glowing gold as he rubbed the rest of the bloody past away from his face, ignoring both the rod piercing his shoulder and his shattered ribs as best that he could to stare down his enemy. He shifted his footing so that he could keep himself balanced and wield his axe in both hands, showing that he was ready and willing to take her down if given the chance.

Bringing Mand'alor the Undying his biggest opponent defeated would surely raise Tahn to one of the greatest in Death Watch, and he would be the one to show her undeserving of the title Mand'alor. But where his heart was full his mind was not so, clouding itself with bloodlust once more he would forget the stories he had heard of Force Users and their abilities. All he saw before him was a woman backed into a corner deserving of a proper death, and so his claws grew and his hair began to become ragged as he readied himself to slaughter.

 

[Malok]

Allies? Ha.

Enemies? Too Many.

Winter screamed against his wings.

Yet against the wind did he fly.

Beat after beat, his Ascension defied the battle below.

The City of Ice and Cold did he Watch.​

 

[Sal Katarn]

Keldabe
Cantina
[member="Rexus Wenck"]

The Mandalorian put his hands on his hips and surveyed his handiwork for a brief moment, then sighed. Now began the boring part. Taking out a pair of stun cuffs, he stomped over to Rexus and clicked the binders into place. He did the same to Twigg.

And then he ran out of stun cuffs.

"Fierfek."

Kade pulled out a small, foldable wirecutter and a variant of monofilament wire from two pouches at his belt. He started cutting the wire into segments.

The assassin hummed a little ditty under his breath as he worked. "Hmm, hmm. A letter of marque came from the Emp, to the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen. Force damn them all." Snip, snip.

"I was told we'd cruise the stars for Republic gold. Fire no guns. Hmm hmm hmmmm."

He knelt and tied the wrists of the others.

"Now I'm a broken man at a spaceport bar. The last of the BlueHawk privateers."

If they struggled too much, the sharp wire would cut their wrists to the bone. Ugly fix, but it'd work. He started fishing through their pockets, depriving them of all their personal possessions and dumping the items into one of the duffel bags.

Afterward he stood. He remembered seeing a repulsor sled on the street. Could boost that, drive them to his shuttle. Easy.

Now... how was he going to get them all down the stairs?

Kade sighed again.

"Fierfek."

 

[Rexus Wenck]

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

Most of the items in their pockets were mundane in nature. Cigarettes, a series vouchers to restaurants on Byss, lighters, a pack of gum, contraceptives, a pair of scissors, some antique coins, a plastic ring and a small flask of Avalonian scotch. Perhaps what was the most interesting, was a holoprojector, taken from the girl, May. One which held a singular image, one of her and her parents, after she enlisted. However, as they were shackled and cuffed together, the troopers didn't budge.

Whatever the bounty hunter had drugged them with, had knocked them out cold. They were all stilled, apart from their breathing and the slow rolling around some did in their sleep. Twigg snored, the sound was loud and baritone. Redmond kicked the others, as he seemed to be, rolling around, having some kind of nightmare. However, they were entirely pliant, unless of course, you didn't count their combined weight, which was quite considerable.

 

[Ordo]

Location: Cold Iron City | Outskirts
Allies: Mandalorians [member="Ru Tetsuya"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]
Enemieseath Watch [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"] [member="Dagon Namadi"] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Rhaenys Namadi"] [member="Buurenaar Namadi "][member="Darth Metus"]
Engaging: All

Ordo banked left from his straffing run and pulled around as hard as the Besu'liik would allow. His stomach tightened as he sensed a presence, a presence he'd not felt since....no it was gas. G-forces had that effect.

He aimed the nose of his war droid at the nearest group of Death Watch and released a blast from the war droid's rod cannon. If he could ground the group he could face them more honorably, all together or one at a time. It made no difference.

The rest of his squadron followed the tactic, as they teamed up to cripple thier mobility and keep them all grounded. If they could do that they could end this maddness before it could get worse.

He roarded through his helmet as he fired his ripper at ground troops as he pulled around and crashed his droid into a dropship. The huge beskar claws ripping holes in the armor before he disengaged. They had asked for war. And that is what he was, war made flesh.

 

[Preliat Mantis]

Location: Cold Iron City
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: Not Death Watch

In many ways, [member="Yasha Mantis"] was like him. Thirst for blood. Thirst for vengeance. Wanting to prove herself. But she had already done so. The Wolf of Manda'yaim watched his daughter through her goggles. She was easy to track. Aditya made it easy with her goggles. Silas pulled her from the tower. [member="Silas Mantis"] was a good man. He often wished he stayed home and became a better person. But like it or not, Silas was here, fighting in this war. This brutal war. And here he was, watching his daughter, who should have been doing anything else but fighting. But this war consumed all. He could not deny Yasha's lust for blood. Mia took everything from them.

He could deny a warrior her revenge.

He looked outwards. Towards the sky. The sky was darkened, from the battle and from the betrayal by [member="Mia Monroe"] and her conspirators. It made sense. The heavens did not shine upon Mandalore. The gods were angry at the Mando'ade, fighting, betraying each other. His dropship urched. [member="Ordo"] had crashed into it. The war droid ripped steel from hull, sent troopers to their doom. Preliat ran to the hole as the claws disengaged. Preliat was a brute. Preliat was a savage. Preliat was also, a calculating, ruthless, hard broiled killer.

Ordo had to attack Preliat's dropship, had to make that mistake. Preliat jetpacked up to Ordo's war droid, and dug his crushgaunt-adorned hands into the hull, gaining a grasp. The armor was recognizable to any Mandalorian- few of the Mando'ade had their helmets in the old-style, an armored hood behind the visor. Preliat stared at Ordo, but said nothing. Both of them knew why they were here. There would be no convincing the other of faults. Ordo once was like a father, a guide, a teacher to Preliat. He was there for him in his darkest hours. He fought beside him. But this war would not allow him to be sentimental. He had to act.

Blood demanded blood. Kyrt'sad par Manda'yaim. And so, Preliat removed one of his Westar-34 blasters, and fired up at the old man. The erratic nature of the war droid made it hard to tell if his shots would find purchase- but Preliat was a trained marksman- if nothing else, it would force Ordo to cease his strafing runs.

 

[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"]


Enemies: Da'manda- [member="Zeke Farthen"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Mia Monroe"]





"Did I make you and Buir proud, Ba'vodu?" The little wolf sniffled and smiled up at her Uncle [member="Silas Mantis"]. His praise made her chest hurt, like something inside it was trying to twist into a bow. Where was Buir to praise her? Would Buir be proud of how she defended her Aliit? Would Mama have smiled down at her after doing a dangerous thing? Sliding her tomahawk onto her back, Yasha rubbed her face with her forearm and looked around. Chaos ensued, the sounds of axe blows came to her ears, but none of it mattered.





She was a true Mantis. She was standing beside her Uncle, and they were invincible. That was, until [member="Strider Garon"] shouted into her comm. Yasha shut her mouth and froze clinging to her uncle's chest plates, her little legs wrapping as far around him as she could. Burying her face into Silas' chest, Yasha tried to cover a shriek at the sound of duracrete and metal crashing apart. The fear got left behind in the disintegrating corridor, as Silas took flight and they were in the safety of the sky.





Yasha's iridescent visor tipped down as [member="Tahn Vizsla"] began to twist and fall through the air. "Aww, he was gonna teach me knitting! Can I count his kills if he bites it?"





The girl pulled her MT-14 blaster pistol and pointed at [member="Mia Monroe"]. Through the HUD of her goggles, Yasha Mantis got a sight of the woman who killed her mother and baby brother. Tummy rumbling, she choked down the rising bile and bit her lip. Mia Monroe killed her Mama. Her baby brother, who hadn't even had the chance to be born. Her vornskyr Bubbie. How was Yasha supposed to sleep without Bubbie at the foot of her bed? How was she supposed to be hassled into brushing her teeth and putting on a clean shirt without her Mama?





How was Yasha ever to make [member="Preliat Mantis"] smile, without Mama sitting on his lap, playing with his hair? While their marriage strained after hell, Aditya's love for her riduur was as tangible as Yasha's favourite blanket, a protective layer caressing Yasha's tiny life. Being in Eli's arms was an act worthy of surviving the Netherworld, she'd said. Over and over. Yasha knew her father could smile, because she saw it. She knew the universe would progress forward every time she saw Mama and Buir glance at each other across whatever area they were in. In the two, nearly three years since returning to Manda'yaim, Yasha experienced the purest, hardest working love in the cosmos. It didn't matter that Buir had nightmares, or that Mama woke up shaking so loud Yasha could hear it through the bedroom wall. Buir would have his 'breathe times', Mama would have her 'me moments', and they would end up brushing each other's faces, reading to Yasha, cuddling in and the universe was in accord.





There was no life without her parents in it. No love without them tucking her in for the second time because she needed that last glass of elba water. Even as young as she was, Yasha understood that the status quo in the Netherworld was a terrible thing. She understood, however vague that there was another kind of life to be had. That life died the moment Mia Monroe let loose her bombs, on a philosophical whim. As Mia ran and left her war droid to pummel them, the boiling rage of the Pack's youngest member washed over.





"Ba'vodu, throw me! I can make it!" Yasha fired upward at the basilisk. She screamed, when her aim went off, when she nearly lost her pistol as the act canted her off balance in Silas' arms. "Ba'vodu! Ba'vodu please!" The girl screeched.





"She killed my Mama! She killed my brother! She's getting away!! Hut'unn! Hut'unn! Coward, Monroe! Won't even fight a kid! I'm gonna rip off your face! I'm gonna beat you to the blood plains with your trigger hand!!" Yasha shrieked in a panicked rage. Mia Monroe was running. Yasha couldn't let it happen. None of them could. Yasha pushed off her uncle's chest, flung herself into the air, pointed her MT-14 down at the vacancy of Monroe and started to fire.


Freefall. It wasn't what she thought it would be. Yasha screamed.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: MandalMotors H.Q.
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Mia Monroe"]

The man continued to fight for the high ground, and Ra would follow.

When you support the person who nuked Mandalore, who destroyed families beyond count, all because your own was spared... there was no ground high enough for Gilamar this day.

Mand'alor the Undying fought like the vengeance of their ancestral homeworld personified.

Ra would not continue to banter with Gilamar, the wise old Mandalorian. Ra had looked to Gilamar several times for advice during his early tenure as Mand'alor. He had trusted him as a brother.

As his own blood.

Were it not that Gilamar supported Mia, were it not for this betrayal, this duel would bring such pain and disbelief to Ra.

But they had all gone mad.​

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Having the high ground and back peddling, Gilamar's shot at Ra's knee would fall flat and glance away.​

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Ra took the chance to send the back of his free hand, a beskar gauntlet, towards the man's face.​

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[Subject 37]

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

A dozen or so men surged behind him as the Togorian stomped towards the distant palace.

He would have taken a speeder, but the lights within Sundari had turned out and fighting had turned nasty. It seemed that some of the occupants did not wish to support their new Mand'alor, and the newly released prisoners had quickly taken to changing their minds. Aryn paid it no mind of course, things would be chaotic for a time, but once he held the Palace it would all be settled, and once they held Mandalore it would all be forgotten.

The Togorian trampled a flyer beneath his foot, claws tearing through a propaganda poster depicting the rise of a 'new mandalore' after the desolation.

He scowled.

In the distance the palace loomed, beautiful glass columns and walls lining the structure. He peered at it for a moment, his walk slowing to a crawl as he spotted half a dozen figures moving about the top half of the palace itself. He frowned, his good eye trying to spot if they wore any sort of emblem. His frown deepened when he saw no sign of their affiliation towards Death Watch. He had hoped the Palace would fall easily, that he would not have to kill more.

Yet it seemed the fools had not yet learned. "Strike from the east and west of the palace."

Aryn would take the North, directly into the central entrance. The Togorian scowled and then stalked forward, his heavy footfalls trampling against the duracrete floors. There would be more blood, there would be more pain, but it would be worth it in the end.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Mandalore​

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Mandalorian against Mandalorian, Brother against Brother and Vod against Vod - or so they called it. To Fett it was nothing more than a power struggle that had occurred all over the galaxy since the dawn of time. The sounds of crumbling rubble, blaster fire and explosions filled the air and deafened the screams of civilians that fled the area. There weren't many of them left, some had even been killed by the factions. Which of the warring two Koda did not know, nor did he really care. His attention was elsewhere.

Through the tinted view of a sniper scope it was Mand'alor the Liberator that he could see depart from a Basilisk War Droid and enter the remnants of MandalMotors. The sight of Death Watch entering, pursuing her made him that tiniest bit angry. If there was a chance they were going to steal this from him, he wouldn't have any of it. There was a reputation to uphold, and it would become permanently cemented if he was to capture this. The sea of Mandalorians made him rather indistinguishable, not as it usually was but this was an advantage. Fett bore no Death Watch insignias, if Monroe saw him and took note of this then perhaps she would believe that the bounty hunter was on her side. It was the aim at least.

It was time to move, this sniper would no longer be of any use. Leaving him at a disadvantage if he were to carry it with him, weighing him down and making his movement less comfortable and graceful. Top of his game is where he needed to be, and that's what he intended. Neatly placing the rifle onto the ground in front of him, the Clone snatched for his EE-3, holding it firmly in his grip before activating his jetpack. Soaring across from the rooftop of this building towards the taller one like a bullet. Time was of the essence.

 

[Rakaan Horne]

-snip-

 

[Bestala Vizsla]

Almost an army of Death Watch attempted to subdue [member="Mia Monroe"]. Bestala understood that her defeat was necessary for Death Watch right now.

Yet she had an eye for what came after.

MANDALMOTORS TOWER
EXECUTIVE PENTHOUSE

The banging on the blast door ceased. [member="Zeke Farthen"] would be able to hear a few muffled words.

And if he had any alarms or sense, he might have found out that someone began to slice into the blast door’s controls.

 

[Briika Munin]

Location: Cold Iron City - Us Death Watch were on our way to the Ge’tal Mine when we were so rudely interrupted in our conquest.
Allies: DW Clan Munin - [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Tor"]; Clan Namadi - [member="Buurenaar Namadi "] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Dagon Namadi"] [member="Rhaenys Namadi"]; [member="Listralli Untaal"]; [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: Clan Ordo - [member="Ordo"] [member="Ginnie Ordo"] Derek the Clone [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"] ( ); [member="Ru Tetsuya"]
Personal Gear in bio
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Briika continued to take aim at those iron beasts and their riders in the air, sighting them up and picking off a couple before ordinance began shelling their area. The Munin warriors scattered and took cover, then began sending their love right back at the enemy. They gave as good as they got and more thanks to her husband,,[member="Vilaz Munin"].

A pyro display lit up the battle field. An explosion sent unfortunate verde flying from one position. The seasoned battle medic switched modes for a moment and tended to the wounded. There were a few that nothing could be done, but most were only minor injuries that were patched up quickly and sent back into the fray.

A female voice the Tor had not heard in several years filled her ears over the open comm. It belonged to [member="Ginnie Ordo"], who was just one or two years younger than Briika's eldest child, [member="Mesh'la Dral"], and the daughter of former Field Marshal [member="Ordo"] and his wife, [member="Rianna Ar'klim-Organa"]; Bree's good friend and medical colleague. Boy had she changed.... What a potty mouth on that girl now; Briika was most definitely not a twat!

The silver-armored Baar'ur was just about to give a stern reply when an invisible wave came at her and tried to wash Briika up against a retaining wall. When the golden blonde began to be knocked off her feet, she knew enough to try and ride the current of the Force Push. She let her lithe body float on the rush of air, then right before smacking into the solid surface the petite Mando ignited her jet pack and averted going smack. That would have hurt, bad.

Briika quickly swung around in the air and landed on higher ground, then used the scanner in her HUD to find the little brat as the smoke was thick. Boy if Bree was her mother, she'd wash Ginnie's mouth out with soap. She sent a pair of wrist rockets at the forge-girl's position, then bugged out to relocate back with her Akaan.

This was going to be a harder battle for the North than she anticipated, but she was not disheartened. No, it made her want to fight even harder against the those that supported [member="Mia Monroe"] and her twisted reasoning for murdering millions of Mando'ade just to get a 'clean slate'. How could any vod follow her?

 

[Strider Garon]

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

"Kad!!! Split" Strider ordered, jetting himself in the opposite direction of his fellow comrade as the basilisk targeted them, or more precised and accurate the beast of a machine was targeting his old shebs. The maneuver that the two mandalorians were performing was called the defensive split that consisted of both defenders, Kad and Strider, making turns in opposite directions which forces the attacker, the basilisk, to follow only one of the targets... aka, Strider in this example. This would allow Kad to circle around and maneuver behind the robotic mount and attack. That was the tactic he was hoping his fellow brethren would be able to carry out.

Strider on the other hand did his best to keep ahead of the machine's targeting as it rapidly shipped angry love at him. "Marev! Form up on Kad, take this droid out!' , these were the only mandos the commando could see that were in active condition. They badly needed to regroup after being ambushed by Mia and her metallic thug, that had scattered them. If this were any other cohesive unit in any other galactic military they would of been considered broken and routing. But this was no regular unit and these sure as hell weren't your usual ground ponders. These men and women were born to fight, they were mando'ade and the were considered the deadliest warriors in the galaxy. Retreat was not in their vocabulary. Problem was, their enemy was once mandalorian as well, or they honestly believed they were still, and had the same mettle as they held.

While flying evasively, keeping his eyes closely attuned to his fuel levels which were depleting fast, he would be working out his HUD's fire control and targeting the Basilisk. The moment the machine turned its attention else where, he would divert his energy from defensive to offensive and turn himself about for an attack run with his jet pack rocket propelled launcher. They needed to end this aerial combat fast and he had full confidence in Kad and his son to take care of business.

If there were any other Tal'rekr combat ready, they would hear the quick commands over their squad channel and would know full well that Strider was focusing the team on the basilisk. They alone would have to take initiative and either aide them or continue on with what ever was pragmatic for their success of the mission and elimination of the traitor Mia Monroe.

 

[Rhodessa]

Location: Mandal Motors
Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Zeke Farthen"]
Enemy: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Bestala Vizsla"] [member="Pri Kole"][member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Sal Katarn"] [member="Marev Priest"]

To say they where outnumbered was understatement, though what choice did she have, she was a weak force sensitive, and they decided she should die. She moved upper levels, where the enemy was getting ready to break in. They set up a defensive area, using metal work tops as barricades. Here they could not use jump or jet packs, as they hit the ceiling. They only had one option come through them, and kill him them, or die trying. The same was happening in multiple different corridors, this would block them from coming stright down to lower levels. She checked her weapon and made sure it was loaded. She put out extra power packs ready, she knelt down behind the work top, and waited. She was sure it would not be a long wait.

 

[Not Ordo]

Sundari...again
Target: [member="Aryn Spar"]
Affiliation: Self
Gear: MX-1 Sniper Rifle http://starwarsrp.net/topic/29704-mx-1-sniper-rifle/


Wind whislted like an angry teapot through the holes in the city's dome. The streaks of light from the ashen sky outside waved like banners in the dimmer inner city. The place as a whole hadn't suffered as badly as other places but the effects of one small group's stupidity were still felt. Schedualed brown outs, people on rations more leaving in droves for work offworld where they could sell their various skills and hope to bring back enough to rebuild with. They were Mandalorians after all. Why the collective brains hadn't decided to merc out the entire Mandalorian military as a single mercenary unit He didn't understand but then somebeings couldn't see the forest for the trees.

Kal lay prone a grey and black gillie suit lay over him to prevent his armor from reflecting light and giving away his position. He was in the South-East 700 meters from the palace grounds on a large mostly abandoned office structure. He had good view of the front of the palace and some of the easternside. The Death Watch were the top prey on world right now. They all seemed intent on thinking they were wolves, but the most enjoyable prey were the ones with the biggest teeth.

His eye sighted through the scope and saw the first of the Death Watch begin surging forward like a mass of hungry dogs. That was disappointing. It was hard for a sniper to sow chaos when therte wasn't enough order. Maaybe they weren't worth the effort after all. He nearly took his hand off the pistol grip of his rifle when he saw something, or someone that would make a very good kill. He had seen him before, at Ra's corination as Emporer of Mandalore. The Togorian, yes now that was prey with teeth. If he wanted to hunt, however, he would need a blood trail. He watched the beast move his body filled with the powerful grace of a natural predator.

Kal, breathed in.

Bodies ran past the large feline as he moved.

Kal, breathed out.

The togorian spoke and Kal centered the crosshairs on the beast head and slowly began scanning down to its leg.

Kal, breathed in.

The rifle steadied and he sqeezed the trigger until the weapon silently bucked against his shoulder. He watched the target this time. There would be no running away today. Today he was huntng dangerous prey and when you did that you either bagged it or became hunted.

The round sailed as a shorter Death Watch member ran just beside the Togorian. His hip exploded into a pink mist as he entered the round's path. The man colapse writing in pain as Kal began sighting in again. The Togorian was lucky that time but the next shot would be coming soon.

 

[Atiniir Starrider]

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

While Kal was attacking the Death Watch forces from the south-east, Atiniir was in the west, rapidly approaching the palace, accompanied by ten security guards from the Sundari prison who had chosen to join Death Watch and bring Monroe to justice. They were a motley crew, with only the former security commander possessing beskar armor, but they were trained and ready to fight. Plus, most importantly, they had extensive knowledge of the Sundari area. They led Atiniir through numerous back alleys and shortcuts, allowing them to slip through practically unnoticed until they got about fifty meters from the palace and approached its security cordon.

"All right boys," Atiniir said, finding it amusing that he was younger than most of these men, "Time to show Death Watch what you're made of. Lets do this thing! OYA!" The rest of the attackers took up the cheer, and the eleven Death Watch warriors charged the palace. They approached it from the west, aiming for a security door on the palace's west side. If they could breach it, they could get inside and access the palace's security system, paving the way for Aryn's assault from the north. They were blocked by several palace guards, four armed with blasters and two with electrostaffs. As his men charged, Atiniir took to the sky. Above the action he launched another rocket, blowing the four blaster-wielders sky high.

The two with staffs were rapidly dispatched by his men, and the way was clear.

"This is Starrider," he said over the Death Watch channel, "I have breached the western gate, repeat, the Palace has been breached."

 

[Subject 37]

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


He roared as one of the men besides him exploded into a pink mist, a bullet having struck him directly in the hip. The man moaned and screamed in pain, offering a litany of curses that seem to resound and rebound within the closed buildings of Sundari.

Men and women scrambled around him, some armored and some wearing only the ragged tunics the Prison had given them

"COWARDS!" Aryn's voice boomed loud enough for half of Sundari to hear him, his voice carrying for what seemed like miles as it echoed again and again against the buildings around him. His voice shook with anger and rage, his feet carrying him forward directly towards the palace.

He knew that finding a sniper within Sundari was next to hopeless, the idea of tracking anyone in this place was near impossible. At the distance Kal was from him Aryn could not pick up his scent, and the silence of the rifle along with the calamity that was the Death Watch prisoners meant that hearing him was entirely out of the question. So Aryn did the only thing he could do, he ran as fast as he could towards the palace, distancing himself from the others.

He made himself a target.

It was a foolish, stupid thing to do, but he was faster than the others and hitting him from any sort of distance would be difficult enough...at least that was what he hoped.

The Togorian broke into a sprint, his feet digging into the ground as he raced towards the front of the palace. He moved as fast as he could, the heavy beskar armor that hugged his body clinking as he rushed towards his goal.

 

[Riggs]

MandalMotors HQ
Top of the building
Allies: Death Watch, Tal'rekr, [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Kad Tor"] [member="Strider Garon"]
Enemies: Traitors [member="Mia Monroe"]

The vod fell past the basilisk, and as Marev retracted the Whipcord and rose he watched as the droid spun to drop Mia to the building below. Anger flashed through him as he received the orders to got the war mount rather then follow the Destroyer of Manda'yaim. But he was a Mandalorian trained in battle and new it was his duty to follow Strider's commands.

Following on the tail of the basilisk he saw the exposed engines and aimed his rifle, spraying the rear liberally. But he wasn't armed for an aerial battle with a basilisk droid. Openings a channel to Kad as he fired his thrusters circling the building in the opposite direction he slipped a new power cell into the rifle.

"Tor, I'm going to intercept the war mount head on. I don't have the fire power to drop it, but I can distract it so you can hit those engines. Even if we can't kill it, we can still take out those engines. You're the explosives expert."

Clicking the channel closed he grinned his teeth. As the basilisk flew into view he began firing directly into the muzzle attempting to both, take out several of the armaments and get the Beast's attention as he quickly began flying away but in the flight pattern of the basilisk while still firing into the monster's head to keep it focused on him.

He was the bait and decoy.

 

[Narir Tracyn]

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

Narir Tracyn heard the battle before he saw it. He was sitting in the same place he'd been sitting for too many days to count; on his bed, in his blue tunic and pants, not knowing what to do. Every so often he got up and got something to eat, every so often he fell back and slept, every so often he got up and changed his clothes. He was like a machine, doing everything he needed to do to survive in a simple, repetitive routine. But once the job was done, he went right back to sitting on his bed, staring at the wall, mind empty and eyes glassy. His parents were gone. Mandalore was practically gone. What was there left to do but survive?

It was the sound of blaster fire that reawakened the child's mind. He knew that sound. Blaster fire meant war, battle, combat. That was what Mandalorians did. Standing up, Narir slipped his holdout blaster and vibroblade into his boot holsters. Without making a sound he opened the door of his home and walked out into the dark streets. Face determined and eyes shining with new fire, Narir headed for the palace, and the sounds of war.