Civil War: The Last Mandalorian

[Subject 37]

Mountain Fortress
Allies: [member="Jor Kvall"] | [member="Kervo Namadi"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Enemies: Insurrectionists | No PC's at the Fortress

Aryn bowed his head in response.

The Togorian looked up at the fortress, his expression all but blank as he drew the massive warhammer from his back. The weapon was the size of a large man, capable of buckling even beskar when swung with enough force. Many would have struggled to wield it, but it fit within Aryn's hands as though he had been born with it. The fortress loomed on ahead of them, and slowly the Togorian began to wander towards it. Behind him streamed half a dozen Death Watch soldiers.

He had taken Sundari for Ra, now he would take this place.

Within three steps blaster fire began to rain down towards him and the others, roars and battlecries filling in the air as the Insurrectionists renewed their assault. A few of them shouted threats of death and torture at the Mand'alor, but their desperation went unheard.

Aryn swung his hammer, striking at the first two men that came within his path. There was a loud thud and then the crack of bone as Beskar crashed against Beskar. A loud clang and a ring of sparks reached out where weapon met armor. The first man he struck crumpled, his bones shattering and his organs jostling within his body as the weight of the weapon simply crushed the life from him.

A bestial roar thundered from Aryn, and then he charged into the fortress.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Mandalorian Fortress:
Allies: [member="Aryn Spar"], [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Jor Kvall"], [member="Kervo Namadi"]
Enemies: Nukalorians

There was only silence aboard Vilaz's shuttle. The other warriors didn't even dare to talk out in open not because of the Akaan, but because of all that was happening. This rabid disease that they were fighting against. In silence they were angry, yet the Seed of Rage didn't amplify their rage as several Munin clansmen had ysalamiri packs on their back. They were angry because of the schism Monroe created, forcing Mandalorians killing each other. They were angry of how warriors could fight under her flag. Within that anger they were sad and confused. How could they fight for her after nearly destroying Mandalore which resulted many countless dead?

What was the bizarre answer to that question?

Many would want to know, but the Akaan didn't care. He was out for blood and wouldn't hesitate killing any soldier that followed Mia. He gave his warriors to give no quarter or mercy to the enemy. They deserved none of it after they showed their true colors and identities.

Two other shuttles of the same model, all three given to him by the Dark Lord of the Sith, followed Vilaz's. They all had the same formation with thirty elite warriors wielding different weapons, yet five soldiers on each shuttle had a ysalamiri pack as there were several Mandalorian Force Users that joined Mia evident to the past battles that were fought.

They arrived at the Fortress which was fought by both Insurgents and Death Watch personnel, but they didn't just stop. It was a heated battle which required them to fall out and use their aerial device to navigate. Typical for Mandalorians.

"Kill them."​

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Vilaz said calmly and passionately as the landing pad opened itself to the violence and chaos below them.​

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"Kill them all for Mandalore."​

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And out he and his men jumped out to the fight that awaited for them.​

 

[Jor Kvall]

Mountain Fortress​

Loyalty: Death Watch​

[member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]​

Mandalore's orders were to hold the Mountain Fortress against the Insurrectionist assault, and so the duty fell to Jor and the others stationed here to defend it. Within mere moments of him fitting his helmet on, the din of blaster fire could be heard erupting outside. Jor and several others inside quickly armed themselves using the fortresses stockpile and rushed towards the porthole windows. Insurrectionists had already arrived at the base of the fortress, but were being met in brutal hand-to-hand combat by Aryn Spar, a strange alien, the first of his kind that Jor had ever seen. He kept the peculiar sight to himself and offered support to his Death Watch kinsmen from above.

Jor let off a few shots from his slugthrower at the incoming Insurrectionist force, and when his shots were returned in kind, he ducked back into the safety of the fortress.Then, he and others inside the fortress took from the thermal grenade stockpile and pitched them out the porthole windows, into the oncoming ranks of Insurrectionists.

 

[Cynthia Solus]

Location: A reasonable distance from the city
Objective: Scouting
Allies: Mandalorians ※ Clan Raxis Ξ [member="Stardust Raxis"] Ξ [member="Gray Raxis"]
Enemies: no one yet
Equipment:

Spoiler

Cynthia's Mandolorian armor
SABR Hécate [sniper]
Glop rounds [non lethal round]
SABR Hœnir [shotgun]

Cynthia was in no state to be helping like the others. She couldn't walk or move as freely everyone else. The cast around her leg made sure of that. Although her injuries wouldn't stop her from her duties to protect civilians and gray. Just out of sight Cynthia followed the group. Anyone who intended to ambush them from behind would have a hard time doing so. The girl couldn't help think about the scares this world had endured. Battle after battle was taking it's toll.

Nothing grew out here. It was just dirt and sand, rubble and fire. The reports battle braking out close hadn't surprised her. It wasn't confined to a small area or one continent. It was the whole planet. "This is no way for our people to live. This war has no honor in it. Makes you think what have our people come to." She said over the com's. The speeders engines started up making a sound that was between a humming and screaming. "Gray I'll move in closer. No doubt first thing others will think when those transports come down is reinforcements. And don't worry I'm using the non lethal rounds I am not going to have vod blood on my hands."

 

[Mia Monroe]

Location: Spaceport
Objective: Flank the Death Watch assault
Allies: [member="Vila Sayne"] [member="Mira Rekali"] [member="Ru Tetsuya"] [member="Kal Ordo"]
Enemies: [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]

No sooner had the troops gotten to their feet, the growl of bes'uliiks rumbling to life and the mechanical click of weapons filling the space station than the distinct rumble of fire upon the shields brought silence over them. She felt eyes slide in her direction and a great surge of anger washed over her. "A'den!" she barked, a mechanical grunt answered her as her droid ambled over. She climbed aborad, standing in the saddle.

"Death Watch is on our doorstep!"

Automated gun platforms and point defences lasers that lined the mountainside about the space port thundered their response and the rumble quietened. The scream of metal and men being torn apart echoed beyond the entrance.

"They come with Ra Vizlsa at their head, a man who would see all of you burn for standing by those who have been given gifts by the Manda, a man who would take away the strength of the Alor's so he can have complete control. This war ends today, it ends now, at it ends with his death!"

A roar filled the spaceport.

"For Manda! For Manda'yaim! Ride with me now and let us tear them apart!"

She sank into the saddle and led the bes'uliik riders into the old mines and out of the hidden entrance at the mountains side, taking flight once they were free, they would come at their flanks, while the rest remained to face them head on.

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: Outside the Spaceport
Alies: Narir Tracyn | Yasha Mantis
Enemies: Liberationists
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Yasha disppeard into the snow. She’d called him Kade’ika. There was a slight blush at the realization she’d heard him, but then shrugged it off. He had to look all cool as they were going to hit the Spaceport. They had to take the shield. He nodded to her just before she left. He took over on the sights as Narir went digging through his charges. Once a grenade emerged and Kade saw what it was, he disappeared next. The white digital print camoflaogue hed him well.

Kade would be determined to impress. He whistled out to Narir and Yasha that he was making his move. Yasha had one target, Kaden the other just like their first hunt. Narir would run through once everything was clear and take care of getting them an entrance. He followed behind Yasha and as usual waited for her to make the first move.

His sights were set on the left. The smoke grenade filled the area with the grey smoke. Kaden held his breath, let it go, then took in another breath. His finger set on the trigger of his e-3 carbine. Never put your finger on the trigger unless you intend to shoot, Kaden reminded himself. He intended to shoot. All that he needed was to hear the signal from Yasha. At the sound of her whistle, Kaden squeezed the trigger.

The blaster shot rang out and the sound of it hitting the mass of the body he had sighted fell on his ears. Kaden smiled. This was nothing compared to what he had just been through, though he knew better than to get cocky. They had to be quiet, move with stealth. Once their entrance was blown they would have to move fast. Kaden was counting that Narir had used the cover of the smoke to move into position.

 

[Ru Tetsuya]

Enemies: [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Allies: [member="Vila Sayne"] [member="Kal Ordo"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Mia Monroe"]
Location: Spaceport

"Incoming fire from all sides!"

"Forces are engaging the enemy on the ground, shield is holding!"

Chatter filled his eardrums as the Mandalorians deep within the Spaceport gave status updates and information to troops scattered throughout the city. Vheh'yaim were great for long, drawn out battles but with such a large population of non-combatants; children, off world traders, elderly and sick, it was difficult to keep everything balanced. Ru gritted his teeth for a moment. The bes'uliik the Death Watch were using were outside of his own's firing range but they were comfortably within theirs. Every once in a while one of their droids would move an inch too close and take a direct hit from the mass driver canons but for now they waited. For now, all they could do was take out infantry.

"FIRE!"

The droids shuddered as they fired their massive mass driver cannons into the buildings below bringing snow and debris atop the Death Watch's ground forces.

They needed reinforcements soon.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Outside the Spaceport
Alies: [member="Tahn Vizsla"][member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="Kaden Farr"]
Enemies: [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ru Tetsuya"]



His blush put a smirk on her face as she hid in the snow. Boys were such funny creatures. Yasha was glad she was more like [member="Lyanie Quez"] than the boys... the older they got, the more awkward their voices got.





[member="Narir Tracyn"]'s signal smoke sent Yasha into a dashing crawl in the snow. [member="Kaden Farr"]'s tracker on her HUD told her he was moving in a pincer to her other side. He had her back, as he and Narir always had for four years. They were as much her aliit as her Guardian [member="Ra Vizsla"], her Uncle [member="Silas Mantis"] and her critically injured father. Nothing but the sound of her breath in her ears, until the automated defence grid roared to life.





[member="Mia Monroe"] was on the move. So were the Echoy'la Soluse.





Yasha rushed the guard in front of her, clenching her fists to release her gauntlet blades. She pounced on his armoured body and stabbed into the armourweave between beskar plates. The twelve year old sliced into the man's neck, riding his body down to the ground and unclenching her fists to sheath the wrist blades. Slinging the soldier's rifle over her shoulder and yanking his beskad out of his boot, the girl slid the knife into her thigh holster.





A trophy for Ra.





Under the cover of the automated gun placements thundering through the air, Yasha sprinted straight through the tumult. She slid beneath the legs of another guard, slashing his femoral arteries through armourweave, yanked his beskad from his boot and kept running. Her bacta patched and cast ankle spat pain up her spine. She kept running. Narir would blow the door. She would run through the wreckage and disable the shield. Any strafing guards, Kade would shoot.





Yasha hit the ground at a roll as blaster fire rained out. A hidden droid gun battery peppered her path with blaster fire, making slag of the ground at her feet. She scampered up the wall, shoving her body into an HVAC vent and scrambled through it. The vent heated up, turning orange around her. Hit with blaster fire... she pushed through and dropped on the automated gun battery from behind.





Her tomahawk was the right weapon for this act of electronic violence. She hacked at the control panel and inner workings, until the guns fell silent, then whistled.





All clear for Narir to rush and blow the shield generator ahead. A blinking red light signalled Yasha's attention. Someone within the Starport would be alerted to the automated gun going down. She whistled twice more, shoving her back against a corner and inserting a lead into the droid-tech console beside her, plugging into her goggles. The encryption around the defence grid sliced across one side of her goggles' screen, slowly being decrypted by droid-ice she got from her mother [member="Aditya Mantis"]' beskar'gam. They would have to rush, or risk being found too quickly to give the Death Watch the advantage.

"Guys. There's a secondary shield generator further in the spaceport. We blow this one, we give Tahn a window... do we blow one and leave, or blow one then go deeper and finish it off so they can't fix it?" She said in her internal comm.

 

[Narir Tracyn]

Location: Spaceport
Allies: [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Kaden Farr"]
Enemies: Guards

When Yasha and Kaden charged in, Narir was on the move. He ignored the guards as he ran, leaving them to his comrades. He had one job and one job only: get the door open. He plowed through the remnants of the smoke, digging through his pack as he ran. He pulled free a door breach charge and began fiddling with the settings as he neared his goal. Suddenly, a single guard appeared through the smoke, shouting and aiming his rifle at the charging Mando'ade. Narir, not even breaking stride, ducked the man's shot and combat slid between his legs, his lanky frame just barely allowing him to pass. As the man cried out in shock, Narir threw the magnetized door charge at the door, then spun to meet the whirling guard with a pulse from his wrist-mounted blaster. The man fell, shock still etched on his face.

Face expressionless behind his white mask, Narir stood and walked to where his charge had stuck fast to the center of the door. A few more settings, and they were good to go. Narir slapped the button and stood back. With a bang, the charge blew out the durasteel door's locking mechanism. It slid aside, and they were in. Taking no time to celebrate, Narir rushed forward. The shield generator was just ahead, as big and juicy a target as they could have asked for. Narir reached it and rummaged again in his pack, pulling out a wad of plastic explosive. He plastered it generously on the shield, P for plenty after all, and stuck a detonator inside. A few wires and such, and the set was complete.

Narir did not answer Yasha's question regarding shield generators with words. There wasn't any need. He simply pressed the detonator button. There was a soft click, then a very loud boom. The explosion silhouetted the young firebug as he walked to meet his comrades.

"Shield's down," he said simply, "What's next?"

 

[Silas Mantis]

Location: Spaceport
Allies: Death Watch, [member="Ra Vizsla"], [member="Tahn Vizsla"], [member="Tal Vizsla"]
Enemies: [member="Rekali the Hutt"], [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Ru Tetsuya"], [member="Vila Sayne"] other dar'manda, [member="Gilamar Skirata"]

They were the tip of the spear, him, Tal, a couple hundred or so others. It was them against the world. The sons and daughters of Mandalore against traitors and cowards. This was the end.

As the shields fell, Silas smiled grimply under his helmet. "FORWARD, FOR MANDALORE!" He roared, rallying the advance force behind him and slamming his throttle to full and racing towards the rebel's defenses. His mount spat projectiles at the defenses of his foes as Silas yanked the controls to and fro, darting away from the falling debris while those unable to move were crushed. Their deaths would not be in vain.

Yanking up on his controls to ascend over a rather large piece of rubble that had crashed in front of him, Silas found himself completely immersed in the moment. Nothing mattered before, nothing mattered after, all that mattered was what lay before him. The war droid pelted defensive positions relentlessly as he evaded their counter strikes, blasts pinging off the beast's hull.

His heart raced as he grew closer to the rebel emplacements, once he was close he could tear them apart, he would tear them apart. The anger hadn't subsided, it had only grown inside him, building higher and higher, burning hotter and hotter. Reinforcements would be coming soon, and once they arrived they were going to to turn the spaceport into a slaughterhouse.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: Insurrectionists


Where [member="Silas Mantis"] surged forward roaring his fury at the enemy, Tal Vizsla matched his ferocity in silence. Focused and ready, he felt no need to scream his intent at the enemy, only deliver it with a blow of his hammer. He flew in formation with the young Mantis, twisting and weaving through the battlefield, but when Silas pulled up short at the larger chunk of debris, Tal simply blew a hole through it and moved on, coming in hot just above one of the insurrectionist emplacements.

Launching himself from his seat, he hurtled through the air and smashed into one of five mandalorians operating the massive gun. The sickening crunch of bone, loud enough to be heard over the clash of beskar on beskar, heralded the end of the man's life, and the next two fared no better against blows from his hammer. The fourth he grabbed by the throat and pulled from his position at the weapon's targeting computer, hurling him over the nearby precipice and into the snows below.

The fifth simply ran, and Tal sent his hammer in pursuit.

His besalisk landed a moment later, and his hammer flew back into his grip as he climbed aboard and rose back into the skies.

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: Outside the Spaceport
Alies: [member="Narir Tracyn"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Enemies: Liberationists
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Kade would be the first to admit that just because the culture he was part of said he was a man that his body was in full agreement. The changes which had happened to him over the past few years had been confusing at first, but no where near as confusing as why he suddenly cared what Yasha thought about the dumbest things... like his voice cracking. That happened often enough.

Killing insurgents was way easier than everything else. Yasha and Narir moves as they were supposed to. Kaden kept the guards at bay. His eyes were trained on the movement around them. Two guards attempted to chase after Yasha but fell before they could reach her. As she slid under the legs of one of the guard, Kaden shot him. Yasha has cut his femal artery, but Kaden wanted to be sure no retaliation followed. Narir pulled a similar move, Kaden killed that guard as well.

The two of them had breeched the door, and Kaden finished the guards behind them. Yasha went after the automated defenses, and Narir was after the secondary generator. Kaden had picked up on the fact the shield had been pulsing. The Spaceport was being shelled. Once the second generator was down they would be in trouble. Kaden made an all call on the Death Watch channel. [member="Tahn Vizsla"] would likely be the one to revive it.

”Sheild generators are about to blow. Give us sixty seconds to get the hell out of the way. If we aren’t out by then, go for it.”

Kade set the timer on his chronometer for 60 seconds. He ran into the nearest hangar he could find and looked for something to get them out of the spaceport faster than the other team could take it. His eyes fell on an old land speeder, and when he hopped in it and tried the engine it sputtered a bit, but started. Kade sighed.

Kaden ran the speeder out of the garage and found his friends. They were taking fire. Pulling out his blaster pistol, Kaden drove past the insurgents and shot them one by one. When he came to a stop he looked up to Narir. ”Hop in,” he said, and when Narir was in he pulled up to Yasha’s location. ”Need a lift!?”

 

[Long Gone]

Location: Spaceport

Allies: [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Rekali the Hutt"], [member="Kal Ordo"], [member="Ru Tetsuya"]

Enemies: Death Watch

Mira shook whatever daydream had come to her head for however long it had been there. Sure, she was in the midst of combat but she was tranced by the sounds and the feel of it all. With a nod to the departing brethren, more so Mia than others, Mira pulled the buy’ce over her head. The visor came to life with a soft flash of bluish light before her eyes. Mira lept onto a departing bes’uliik, hitching a ride to the battlefront on the side of one. She felt her adrenaline kick in as she noticed the battle ahead in full swing, her hear rate displaying in the upper corner of the HUD.

“Steady…” She whispered as she prepared to jump off.

It had been ages since she had been in full combat, much less against seasoned individuals. The day was going to be long and hard fought. With a battlecry, Mira lept off the side, tucked and rolled into combat. She immediately withdrew her sidearm and began firing – opting not to draw immediate attention to her by pulling free her glowsticks and swinging them furiously.

‘Low key, then surprise.’ She thought to herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by a blaster bolt being slung between her and another Mandalorian next to her.

‘Focus.’ She scolded herself before putting herself fully into the moment.

 

[Darth Athora]

Mountain Fortress

Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: Nukalorians


The defense of the mountain fortress was a grueling and fierce battle. "These bums just won't give up, will they?" Kervo brought his blaster cannon out again to fire at the attackers when a thermal detonator came his way. He dropped his cannon and dove as far as he could, but the explosion was too great. It sent him flying to the wall. "Agh. Chit that hurt." Kervo pushed himself back to his feet and dusted himself off before picking up his blaster cannon. He looked his weapon over and quickly realized it was damaged in the blast.

"Damn it. Someone get me a damn blaster!" he yelled out. As one of his comrades was just about to toss him a blaster, a couple of the insurrectionists flew into the hangar and killed him. This prompted Kervo to pull both of his Blood Rider axes out of their holsters. "You schuttas gonna pay for that! Hraagh!" Kervo engaged the two with his axes, chopping at their necks and torsos. Another attacker flew was flying in, but before he could land, Kervo threw one of his axes into their chest, ending their life swiftly. Kervo walked over and pulled the axe from the dead Mando's chest. He thrusted his axes towards the ground, getting some of the excess blood off of them and returned them to their holsters. He picked up on of the dead Mando's blasters and continued the fight.

 

[Ru Tetsuya]

~Old Mine - NPC Post~​

The battle raged just as hot inside the old mine as it did in the cold, frozen streets. Blaster fire flew between old mining carts and machinery as the two sides fought for control. The old mine itself had been stripped of beskar for decades. Only fools and criminals used the mine now, but somehow the mine had become a haven of war. Death Watch had used it to smuggle their troops into the city behind the watchful eye of the Tetsuya clan. Despite being neutral the Tetsuya clan still took assault from Death Watch daily, and it seemed that this was the final assault.

A Mandalorian clutched his arm and slid behind an old crate. His breath came out in shallow bursts as he clutched his side. Blood. Lots of blood. His head fell back against the cart as he took a breather, his comrades covering him while a medic attempted to stop the bleeding. He couldn't tell if it was his vision or the battle going on outside, but it looked like the earth was rumbling...

[member="Kervo Namadi"] [member="Mira Rekali"] [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="Yasha Mantis"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"] [member="Jor Kvall"] [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Tahn Vizsla"] [member="Kal Ordo"] [member="Stardust Raxis"] [member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Veera Lux"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"]

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

Location: Cold Iron City Spaceport
Objective: Wait for the egg to crack
Allies: Death Watch [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Narir Tracyn"] | [member="Kaden Farr"]
Enemies: Insurrectionists [member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Ru Tetsuya"] | [member="Mira Rekali"] | [member="Rekali the Hutt"]

Golden eyes watched as the shield around the spaceport began to falter, the muffled explosion sounding far enough for Tahn's sharp ears to pick up. He grinned as the wild blue dome began to disappear rapidly, the window between when the secondary generator would power up had began. The Gold Wolf sought to take advantage of the opportunity the children had given him, a small motion commanding the heavy arsenal station behind him to begin firing upon the automated defences that kept them from safely marching into the heart of the spaceport.

More information came through as the children began to open their comms and address Tahn specifically, a snarl coming out as the children requested his limited fire on certain areas so that they would be safe.

"It will be clear." The silent words coming bluntly across the comms to the children, his reluctance for limiting the shelling from an area being clear in his voice. He had no other words of congratulations or thanks for the children that had taken the shield, they had simply done his job as the Gurlanin was about to do his.

As heavy ordinance rained down upon the automated defences, the Gold Wolf held himself back from immediately marching his forces in to attempt and capture the spaceport. As commander of the main siege force, he had to keep his mind clearer than it usually was despite the effort it took. If he were to march his men up the snowy hills, enemies still entrenched in the building, and the shields were to come back online, he could lose the battle in one foolish stroke.

A raised hand held his bloodthirsty men back as he began to open comms to the forces that has raced forwards into the spaceport, attempting to take advantage of their eagerness.

"Advanced forces, eliminate the secondary generator." His words became less quiet and more commanding, the need for them to follow his orders would play a big part in the battle to come.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Cold Iron City Spaceport
Objective: Do Not Die. Scout Troop Movements. Send Intel.
Allies: Death Watch [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"] | [member="Tahn Vizsla"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"] | [member="Narir Tracyn"] | [member="Kaden Farr"]
Enemies: Insurrectionists [member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Ru Tetsuya"] | [member="Mira Rekali"] | [member="Rekali the Hutt"] | [member="Kal Ordo"]

"Get out before Tahn throws axes on our heads!" Yasha pulled her blaster and began firing at the ground troops surging to the teenagers' position. With [member="Kaden Farr"] off stealing them an exit, and [member="Narir Tracyn"] walking away from an explosion, Yasha has a few seconds to think about her young life.




Her friends were so cool. They'd get hot quick if they didn't get out before the shells started falling.





The implication in [member="Tahn Vizsla"]'s comm brought her back to centre. She fired at troops as she huddled in the corner by the droid jack. Schematics uploads of the spaceport, population densities, automated gunnery points, manned gun placements uploaded to Yasha's scanner. She sent the intel to Tahn and the bes'uliiks, and unplugged from the jack, shoving her kit back into the white messenger bag across her chest.





"I could use a ride!" Yasha grinned, thankful that in the intervening years, [member="Silas Mantis"] taught Kade how to drive more than a 2 speed. On her way to the speeder, Yasha grabbed beskads, tags, med kits, anything she could carry off the fallen and stuffed them in her bag.





More trophies for [member="Ra Vizsla"]. Once this was over, she'd lay them out and hope the gruff unyielding man was proud... or at least glad this time, yet again, the child made it through. Yesterday in Sundari, he demanded trophies if they had to fight. As she jumped into the speeder, Yasha counted heads.





All three.





On their way out as the shells started falling, the Mantis pup gave off a howl.





"Head to the hill! We can wait out the shelling and scout the forces for Ra!"

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: A distance from the city
Objective: Preparing things
Allies: Mandalorians, Clan Raxis, [member="Stardust Raxis"] , [member="Cynthia Raxis"]
Enemies: Hopefully no one
Equipment: Raxi'gam ; Whisper (lightsaber) ; WESTAR 35 pistol ; Ms. Medica pack

As the Raxis scouts were prepping the landing zone for their ships, Gray faced the city. He couldn't see it with his own eyes. Being blinded came with real issues on just trying to live let alone getting ready to enter a war zone. Colors, details, text. All of it was no longer possible for him to perceive anymore. The only reason he could continue on with some sense of normalcy was due to his force sensitivity, which was something his own people would condemn him for anymore. He could still get an idea of what was around him but it was nothing more that the gray shape of things. It was as if his world had been brought to a place of equality through the purest expression of simplification.... He didn't consider that good at all. No, he could not see the city but he could feel it through the force. The pain, the struggle, the terror. All of it was flowing out as invisible waves of heat threatening to scorch him in the way Mandalore had been.

During his trance, Gray heard what Cynthia had to say to him over the coms. She wasn't wrong about what people would think. If it was him out there fighting his thoughts would have been just that as well. Clarity and reason were completely absent during the heat of battle. The flames of war would only allow for raw instinct and passion as it consumed everything else. The best thing they could do was throw enough extra fuel in that it sunk in before it too was lost. He pressed the side of his helmet and said to her, " Roger. I have a plan on how to hopefully avoid us getting shot at but stay ready. Mandalorians are people of heart before they are people of the mind after all." With that he walked back to the prepped landing zone for their ships.

Getting onto a com system, Gray set it so that it would broadcast what he had to say over an open channel. It was intended for all of [member="Ra Vizsla"] and his Death Watch as well as [member="Mia Monroe"] and her "True Mandalorians" to hear, but if they did was impossible to say. He pulled off his helmet and set it down. With a gray scarf covered in Mandalorian symbols covering his eyes, he said, " To all Mandalorians that can hear this message, I am Gray Raxis Alor of Clan Raxis. We can see the battle that is raging on and we are not here to take either side in it. We are here to side with Mandalore herself and her people. Our only goal and desire is to evacuate those caught in the fighting and in need of medical treatment. We wish to preserve Mandalore and her people. This includes the cultural artifacts and the statue of Mand'alor the Preserver. We will not fire upon and will not hinder either side of this battle. We do not wish to fight, but we will defend ourselves if aggression and hostility is directed towards us. As I said we are not here to help either side and only wish to evacuate civilians, the wounded, art, relics, and statues. Our ships will have the Clan Raxis wolf on them and the medical symbol. Remember this and let us do our part to preserve our culture. For Mandalore."

With that Gray ended the message. It was longer than it might need to be, but hopefully that would work out. He was sure people wouldn't be able to hear it the first time he said it due to the fighting. He sent it out then set it up to be on a loop so it would repeat itself every 5 minutes. It was all he could do to try to ensure they would get through things safely. Over the clan Raxis coms he said, " As soon as the ships lands paint the medical symbol on every single one of our ships near the clan symbol. As soon as that is done we will be heading into the city. Keep safe and lets save as much as we can."

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Spoiler

Clan Raxis is neutral to the fighting but we will defend ourselves is basically what the message said. Please feel free to respond or ignore the message as you wish. Hope everyone is having fun!

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Mountain Fortress
Objective: Secure the Fortress
Allies: Death Watch [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Jor Kvall"] [member="Kervo Namadi"] [member=Tahn Vizsla] [member=Kaden Farr] [member="Tal Vizsla"] [member=Silas Mantis] [member="Preliat Mantis"] [member=Narir Tracyn]
Enemies: Insurrectionists [member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Kal Ordo"] | [member="Vila Sayne"] | [member="Ru Tetsuya"] | [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member=Cynthia Raxis]
Neutral: [member="Gray Raxis"]

I am Gray Raxis Alor of Clan Raxis. We can see the battle that is raging on and we are not here to take either side in it. We are here to side with Mandalore herself and her people.

"Ever the coward," Ra growled, walking into the Forge of the Fortress as the battle began to thin around him. Gray had only proven loyalty under subjugation in the past, the man was unable to grasp any sort of stance on his own. Clan Raxis, Clan Rekali... both were practically in open rebellion against the same Mand'alor that had risen both to power. They failed to grasp what Mandalore was. They failed to grasp what they could be. They only sought to ride the coat tails of those with true strength, and since the death of Ember, they hadn't seen anything resembling such. Despite her unforgivable treachery, at least Mia possessed some sense of self-worth. At least she had some direction.

Even if it was driven by complete and utter madness.

They needed Ra. They needed strength. They needed direction. And the Undying would give it to them, but first... first he needed to deliver the a message, to Mando'ade and enemy alike.

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The doors to the Forge opened.​

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Black Sky, the basilisk war droid of the Undying, stood before him.​

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The chasms of the Fortress began to erupt with the screams of the damned as black smoke began to erupt throughout. These screams were those of the Mandalorians that had fallen in wars previously, to strike fear in the hearts of men. The sound of it was overwhelming, and the black fog began to obscure one's ability to see.

Ra's basilisk raced through the Fortress, towards the main party of the incursion. It landed, and began to make short work of the soldiers of the Insurrection within the Fortress.

From atop the black beast, Ra descended, walking towards Aryn.

"It's time we took the fight to the Enemy.​

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Come, Shukalar."​

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He gestured towards the Forge, further down the Fortress, where other basilisks lay in wait.​

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"We have a rebellion to crush."​

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Gray Raxis"] [member="Cynthia Raxis"]

The ships landed as she rocked with it doors opening to let the troops out and securing the zone as .an started getting to work painting the symbol on the side while Stardust stepped out and looked among the land once more as she sighed

don't worry my mother, I'll see that your culture and your land is safe once more...maybe one day you'll have peace

She said to no one in particular, she moved towards fray as she looked out at the city seeing the clashing forces and the explosions that rocket the earth, the echoed sounds of blasters firing, rockets whistling in the air before making impact...it was a melody conducted by hell itself...titled...DEATH

let is hope we can get their in time to recover people and artifacts....

She said as she turned and looked out at the people here, she knew some wanted blood for those that hurt thwir home forced them out killed their families...star didn't blame them one bit and secretly hoped these new mandalorian would pick a fight...she wanted revenge...