Civil War: The Last Mandalorian

[Ra Vizsla]

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https://www.youtube.com/embed/xmVzeriU5m0​

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We've been fighting our whole lives, vod.
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Ra gripped the side of the shuttle, peering out through his red vizor out at the snowy burrows they passed over.
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We are the spark of valor in the heart of every warrior.​

A medic stood nearby as the fierce northern winds whipped against their beskar, tending to the Mand'alor's still fresh wounds.​

We serve to set the example to every man, woman and child in the Galaxy.​

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Ra's visor slowly panned up towards the green Northern Lights that spread across the sky.
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Of what you can become.​

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Manda'yaim was beautiful.​

Of what we have become.​

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When everything else had been taken,​

Even in defeat, I return to you. ​

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she would always remain beautiful.​

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I have a lived a thousand lives before, and I will live a thousand more.
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The city came into focus on the horizon. Plumes of black smoke rose from it.​

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I am Mandalorian. I am bound by fate to my people.​

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Ra was slowly taken out of his daze, his mind focusing back onto reality. They couldn't take it.​

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When Mandalore calls, I will always answer.

She had brought him back to make sure of it.​

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Mountain Fortress
Death Watch Main Base
Under Attack

"PORT-SIDE!"

Jetpacks soared across the sky as a brigade of Insurrectionists attacked the Sundari Death Watch convoy once they neared the Mountain Fortress, the main base of operations for Death Watch in Cold Iron. Several kinsmen igniting their own jets, soaring out from the shuttle and towards their attackers. They were coming in waves. Ra remained on the shuttle, clutching his side, watching. They were circling the mountains outside the city, looking down as a battle raged on the Death Watch's base.

Ra and the loyalists from Sundari had arrived in Cold Iron at the time of an attack, it appeared.

"Land us immediately," Ra roared above the sounds of battle, pointing towards the opening docking bay entrance to the fortress. Reinforcements. It seemed as if this more of a prodding for the Fortress's defenses. It was said to be impregnable, it was no wonder Death Watch had mustered here during the issue of Martial Law. However, upon looking at the city, one could be sure that the Fortress was the only thing Death Watch currently held.

"And break this attack!"


Spaceport
Insurrection Main Base

It seemed quiet. Too quiet. In the distance, in view of the Mountain Fortress, a convoy of Death Watch vessels could be seen enroute - and word was spreading that the Undying was on the move. It would make sense that he would come here to Cold Iron, the capital of the North. Snow quietly fell... and then began to melt.

And thrusters began to ignite. Ships began to rise.

Basilisks began to roar to life.

There hadn't been a major assault in some time here in the North. They had maintained even lines throughout the War. But now...

Now they were ready to end it.

They were all ready to end it.​

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Always.​

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Other Locations

• The Cantina lies in the middle of the city, and has been shut down for some time now due to being unable to maintain the peace.
• The Old Mines - Stripped of beskar, this crumbling old mines serve as a secondary point of fortification for the Insurrection.
• The Courthouse - Hasn't seen use, but notable for it's brilliant stone architecture and the beskar statue of Mand'alor The Preserver.
• Museum of Cultural Arts - Houses several significant paintings to Mandalorian culture, but has been raided several times during the Civil War and Death Watch has been unable to stop it.

 

[Subject 37]

Mountain Fortress
Allies: [member="Ra Vizsla"]
Enemies: Insurrectionists

Aryn stood quietly within the small shuttle, his hand looped through a small rope that was actually more beside him that above him.

The Ship was large enough, though he still had to stoop his head to actually fit inside of it. His hammer was propped up over his back, the weapon almost having knocked over several of the Death Watch member as he had carried it. They all watched Ra, his orders bellowing out within the cold innards of the shuttle. The Togorian frowned for a moment, his good eye glancing from the Mand'alor and back towards the City below them. The man had seen better days.

Fighting had been harsh and Sundari, many lives had been lost.

His shoulder still ached him from where the sniper had struck, though Bacta had all but taken care of that even before the Insurrectionists had struck Sundari.

The massive Mandalorian frowned for a moment, drawing himself up more and straightening his shoulder as he glanced towards the ground. The Shuttle bucked as Ra gave his Order, Aryn holding on so that his weight didn't shift the craft too much. At Sundari and Keldabe he had gone his own way, the initial assaults having mixed results.

This time he would stick with Ra.

 

[Ru Tetsuya]

Location: Cold Iron Spaceport
Enemies: Death Watch
Allies: Monroe's Mando'ade

Tetsuya sat atop the mass driver canon of one of the Bes'uliik that stood watch over the Cold Iron Spaceport. A cold wind whipped through the hair on his head and face, a nice reminder to stay vigilant. But something wasn't right...The attacks had been nearly constant, but had seen a slight lull in the last day or so. But then the droids began to stir, their riders shaken awake and Ru was nearly shaken from his perch. Snow shifted and fell from the mighty beasts as they began to beep and groan.

The simian sighed and slipped his helmet back on before he barked commands at the riders below, "Get the men ready! We've got a few Death Watch to-" The sound of a jetpack interrupted the clan Chief.

"Sir," he panted, "Its Gilamar Skirata! He says Ra's Death Watch is on its way!" Ra? Tetsuya sucked his teeth. They couldn't sustain a combined Death Watch assault. The cell here had given them enough trouble already. Clan Tetsuya had lost many in this war and their numbers dwindled. Monroe's clones weren't doing so well either.

He gritted his teeth. "Prepare to mobilize all forces. Prepare for the final assault."

 

[Mia Monroe]

Location: Spaceport - Inside
Allies: Insurrectionists [member="Ru Tetsuya"]
Enemies: Death Watch

The attack upon the fortress was underway, Mia listened to the chatter with her eyes closed, trying to gauge what they were up against, palms resting upon the table before her, head bowed.

"Osik! Watch your six!....Where the hell did they come from?!....Doesn't matter, take them down...ARGH!....They've brought reinforcements!...Orders?...We stick to the mission!...They'll overrun us!...Shut up di'kut and shoot!"​

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She lifted her head.​

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Ra.​

She tried to muster some reaction, perhaps anger, because anger was always the easiest. What was it the Ginnie had said? End this war quickly. Die well, or never return. She snatched up her helmet, and jammed it on her head, a message stretching across her HUD to inform her another assault was on the way.

"Rekali!" she barked stepping out of the command centre and addressing [member="Rekali the Hutt"]. "The assault on the fortress needs reinforcements, take what you can. Ra has arrived with his defence force from Sundari. The rest of you, on your feet rest time is over,

They are coming."​

 

[Darth Athora]

Mountain Fortress
Allies: Death Watch
Enemies: Insurrectionists

The shuttle that carried the Blood Rider to Sundari came down upon the docking bay of the mountain fortress. Even from another shuttle entirely, he could feel Ra's words, ordering Death Watch to defend what they had rightfully earned through blood and conquest. Kervo would die before allowing the aruetii to take Sundari from Death Watch. Blaster fire whizzed by the shuttle Kervo was in and, once the doors shifted open, Kervo jumped out with several other Death Watch troopers and took cover behind a bulkhead.

"Mando'ade! Push these animals out of our city!" Kervo roared as he stepped from behind the wall, a blaster cannon in his hands, eyeing his enemy flying in. With a quick squeeze of the trigger, Kervo began unleashing a storm of blaster fire upon the attackers. "For Mandalore!" the blood rider yelled out as he continued firing his blaster cannon. Kervo took cover behind the wall once more, waiting for another opening to retaliate once more.

[member="Aryn Spar"] | [member="Ra Vizsla"]​

 

[Mara D'Lessio Merrill]

MOUNTAINS NEAR DEATH WATCH STRONGHOLD

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this happy,” said Denirel. The Chalactan Adept, Mara’s longtime chief of staff, half-rose from her seat and peered out the window. Their shuttle hovered between mountain peaks, just barely in sight of the battle. From long experience, Mara knew that Denirel could apply Theran techniques to hear things spoken far away. The Chalactan’s smile mirrored the distant violence. Every time it broadened, Mara knew a Mandalorian warrior had died. She didn’t need empathic talent to know that Denirel had fallen to the dark side. Then again, she didn’t need the Ankarres Sapphire’s burning rejection to know that, to one extent or another, she’d fallen herself.

“I know what you mean.” Mara levered herself out of her chair and shuffled back toward the cargo bay. She took it easy; only a king’s ransom in kolcta had saved her life after Anaya Fen impaled her, and even kolcta had its limits. She paused to catch her breath at the door to the bay. To her, the cargo looked as beautiful as the battle looked to Denirel.

A Seed of Rage, her aunt’s notes called it. Five thousand years old, the artifact used the dark side of the Force and subsonic emanations to prompt fury over a huge area. The Mandalorians didn’t need much help to annihilate each other, at a guess...but every little bit helped.

The shuttle slewed in the mountain wind. When it stabilized, Mara limped away from the door and sliced open her palm with a utility knife. A few drops activated the Seed, a speeder-sized lump of crystal and tarnished metal. The crystals shivered and clouded, and she felt her longstanding fury swell. Back at the doorway, she took a long breath and tapped a code in the control panel.

The shuttle’s cargo bay split open along its ventral seam. The Seed of Rage tumbled away and slammed into a deep snowdrift. A reverberation shuddered through the snow and kept on going.

“We shouldn’t wait,” Denirel called back from the cockpit.

“They’ll implode better if we don’t get visibly involved, is my guess.” Mara slid back into the pilot’s chair and groaned. Even that short walk had taken it out of her. “No need to risk giving'em a common enemy. I feel a need to get in there too, but let’s not. Once they’ve wrecked each other, then we’ll see what we can see.”


TL;DR: Small shuttle hovering between mountain peaks near Death Watch base. Seed of Rage in the snow, amplifying anger throughout the battlefield - unless ysalamir or mechamiri packs are around.

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

Spaceport
Allies: True Mandalorians [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Ru Tetsuya"]
Enemies: Death Watch [member="Ra Vizsla"] [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Kervo Namadi"]
Others: [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]

The Hutt looked to his right, spotting the Mand'alor and hearing her orders. To the fortress, lead the raid, cut off their reinforcements. And in the process, leave the Mand'alor unprotected by the Hutt. He didn't like it, but someone had to lead the assault. Why not Rekali the Hutt?

"Elek Mand'alor." The hutt responded, and slithered with quickness over to a Basilisk War Droid. The droid-starfighter-mount was a mechanical terror, specially equipped with clamps to go unto the Hutt's armor. It took a moment to get settled, but when the Hutt did the Droid roared to life and blasted off, into the skies.

"To arms Vod. It is time to bring the Death Watch to heel!" He screamed in basic and Mando'a as his beast roared through the skies. Others did battle on jetpacks, in fighters, and on other war droids. The skies were a flurry of a laser fire, jetpack exhaust, and errant slugfire. This was a battle that would not be forgotten. Ra Vizsla, Mia Monroe, Gilamar Skirata, Aryn Spar, Strider Garon, Preliat Mantis, Vila Sayne, even Rekali The Hutt would be names spoken of in history for centuries to come.

Rekali the Hutt knew that his actiosn today would play a part in how those names were spoken. After all, history is written by the winners.

 

[Au'Rus Rhaeyns]

Location: Cantina
Enemies: Besiegers
Allies: N/A

The snow had been coming down heavy ever since the days had gotten short making the sight of the red bloody skies of Mandalorian dusk a regular long dragging affair. Veera was sitting on an empty supply crate, one of hundreds the Gray Order of Jedha had packed into a smuggler's freighter when they had travelled to the war torn planet of Mandalore at the beginning of the civil war. They had come upon the Cold Iron City as it was ravaged by a conflict that now was slowly suffocating it by siege. Veera had no stake in the war, she and her Sisters of the Martyred Light Militant were here for people of the city. Now they together were trapped inside, awaiting their fate.

"Almost done V." said a local sat beside Veera on an adjacent empty crate. He called himself Djago. He was an old man perhaps three years past sixty. A retired warrior who had opened a mechanics shop in the city near the cantina. Using a rusted micro-soldering Djago worked on Veera's cybernetic arm. Sparks splashed across his soldering apron and reflected in his soldering goggles. Veera, since her young age as a rogue Jedi Knight, had been wearing an armored life-support suit.

"This is some old junk you got grafted onto your shoulder." Djago laughed. Veera smiled and her pale pupiless arkanian eyes rolled to the side to glare at Djago. "I haven't had a chance to scrounge for upgrades in a while. But, the suit works." said Veera. Surrounding them were other locals handing out the last of their supplies and goods. Others prepared for whatever end the siege will bring. Djago finished up the repairs and silenced the soldering iron. He flipped his goggles up and sighed before standing up. "That should do it." he said. Veera, held her arm and manipulated it. Djago put his hands by his side and grinned shaking his head, "Still surprises me still to see a Jedi in battle armor like that." Veera stood up, her white veil cascaded down her armor plating. "I am not your ordinary Jedi." said Veera.

Djago followed Veera as she stepped out of the cantina. She surveyed the snow heavy streets. Now vehicles would cut a path in such a deep swathe. "Do you think we'll last with the last of this?" Djago's joking tone sank into a somber lament. Veera didn't know what to say, her mission was to protect the people, to see them fed and taken care of. Now, the war was on their doorstep pushing inwards. Her sisters could not stay quiet or neutral for too long. Should they be forced they would defend this spot and the people that had rallied to it as a place of last resort shelter. Veera turned to Djago and tapped his shoulder. "I will see that it does friend." Veera replied warmly before continuing, "What is it your warriors say?...Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur?

Djago blew into a loud laughter, Veera stood dumbfounded. "Is that not a phrase of endearment?"

The old mandalorian crossed his arms shook his head, "You just said It's a good day for someone else to die."

Veera paused and scratched her head. It was Djago's turn to pat Veera, "Still appropriate I guess."

"Let us hope not." said Veera.

 

[Jor Kvall]

Mountain Fortress​

\:::::Honor and Loyalty to the Death Watch:::::/​

It was Jor Kvall's first battle with his own Mandalorian armor, so it was only fitting that he had painted it white, to blend in with the bleak landscape of the Cold Iron North. For now, his new helmet rested at his side while he proudly stood tall, the torrents of wind whipping around his armor. Growing up on Kalevala, he felt accustomed to the cold. Yet this was his first time in Mandalorian armor, and he was as yet unaccustomed to its weight - not to mention he was still nursing wounds from his first battle. But the ancestral knowledge on how to forge beskar could only be unlocked with a price, and that price was blood.

Jor was confident he had payed the price enough for his ancestors to smile on him when he forged his armor. Now the only thing left was to earn battle scars upon it.

Looking out one of the fortresses many portholes at the approaching Insurrectionists, he was confident there would be no shortage of opportunities for that.

He put his helmet on.

 

[Gray Raxis]

Location: A reasonable distance from the city
Objective: Scouting
Allies: Mandalorians; Clan Raxis; [member="Stardust Raxis"] , [member="Cynthia Raxis"] , [member="Ra'a'mah"]
Enemies: Hopefully no one
Equipment: Raxi'gam ; Whisper (lightsaber) ; WESTAR 35 pistol ; Ms. Medica pack ; 3 extra bacta needles

Clan Raxis had arrived to Mandalore the day before. They weren't here to side with Death Watch or to side with the Insurrectionists. No, they were here for Mandalore. They were here for the Mandalorian people who were caught between these two factions. Spilling the blood of your brothers and sisters was not the Mandalorian way, despite how vast the history of it was. Clan Raxis was here to bring a neutral place for their fellow Mandalorians to be while the tides of civil war played out... or at least that was what they hoped would happen.

So with that goal in mind, Gray had advanced up north with some of his clansmen to scout out the situation. Things had been peaceful here from what he had heard and he hoped it might be a good spot to bring refugees and neutrality supporters to. On top of a hill overlooking the city, one of his clansmen was scouting things out while he looked out all around them using the force. He might not be able to use tools like the binoculars anymore, but he could still keep a watch out on their backs for any hostile arrivals. So far things had been calm and quiet where they were at, but he couldn't shake this feeling that they were in that eerie calm before everything was set aflame.

" What do you see so far?" Gray needed something to get his mind off that feeling. " Anything worth noting?"

" Yeah. Looks like a battle is breaking out." Gray frowned under his helmet. " That's not good. We can't bring people here then."

" A little battle never hurt anyone." A bit of a chuckle escaped Gray's lips. He didn't find it funny. He just had to. " No they only hurt everyone. Knowing our people though this won't be a little battle. Too many Mandalorians live the 'go big or go home' lifestyle for that."

" True. Probably why you always find a way to blow things up Sir." This time the chuckle was from both of them and found funny. " I do see a problem though.... Well you would say it is one." Gray frowned again. " What is that?" " I see what looks like a Museum, although its a little rough around the edges right now, and a big statue that looks kind of like that armor you keep locked up."

That got Gray's attention immediately. His frown didn't disappear as he asked slowly, " The armor in the clan hall behind the duraglass?" " Yup." A long sigh escaped from Gray after he heard that. He tapped the side of his helmet to activate his com and said over the Clan Raxis' channel, " This area is a no go for setting up refugee site. Battle is breaking out. We do need some transports though. There is cultural objects and a statue to save as well as more refugees." He let his hand drop away as he finished then added after a moment, " Record everything you can of the lay out of the area. We need to prep before our reinforcements arrive."

 

[Silas Mantis]

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

The snow fell softly as he took his place on the back of his basilisk, the white flecks melting as they touched against his beskar on the MF-44 slung over his back. The armor was still flecked in blood, that of his enemies, and that of his ori'vod, Preliat. The two hadn't spoken much, they hardly ever did, but he knew well enough that whatever had transpired with his brother left him with plenty of fresh wounds, mentally and physically. They'd almost killed his brother, they'd almost killed his niece, they'd killed his nephew and sister-in-law, and they'd orphaned his ward.

"Let's go old bird." He commanded, the war droid responding with a metallic screech. The automaton hadn't let him down yet, he didn't expect it to at the close of this whole damn war. If there was some sort of speech he didn't hear it, he didn't have time for words, only action. He silently prayed [member="Yasha Mantis"] and [member="Kaden Farr"] were safe now, despite knowing they were far closer than he'd have liked. No matter how things played out today, it wasn't going to be pretty.

Looking out across the snow from behind the 'T' of his visor, something stirred in Silas. Deep inside the spaceport was Monroe, the one at fault for all of this, for his aliit's pain. He recalled looking down on Kaden during a hunting trip, the first of many, he remembered how it felt to be called Si'buir, but it didn't bring happiness now, something twisted his emotions. Silas felt fury like never before, she had robbed his son of the life he'd deserved. [member="Mara D'Lessio Merrill"]'s seeds were working, teasing out the heirloom of Clan Mantis; unparalleled rage.

His veins practically burned, The Wolf's kin let out low growl as he slammed the throttle. Mantis, and the others of Death Watch's assault force thundered forwards, hungry for blood.

 

[Tal Vizsla]

Allies: Death Watch.
Enemies: Insurrectionists.


Tal rolled his shoulders as he sat atop his iron steed, flexing and stretching to get the feel of his new armor. It fit him like a glove, and moved easily with his actions. Well-fit and well-forged. His eyes cast over the scene before him, scanners picking up squadrons and his armor outlining locations and allegiances in his HUD. It was good, this armor. Well suited to him and his own personal style of combat, though he may yet regret the lack of a shield generator.

Glancing to his right, he was greeted by the form of [member="Silas Mantis"] surging forward on his own Besalisk, and could feel the rage beginning to boil out of him.

"Easy, Vod. Rage is only useful when you're in control."

Nevertheless, his own mount surged forward alongside the young warrior's, and his right fist gripped his hammer just that little bit tighter.

 

[H3xle]

LOCATION: Spaceport
ALLIES: Mandalorians, [member="Mia Monroe"], [member="Ru Tetsuya"], [member="Rekali the Hutt"]
ENEMIES: Death Watch, [member="Silas Mantis"], [member="Ra Vizsla"]

Vila stood in her armor near Mia, her eyes roaming constantly. Since she'd deplaned from her fighter after bombing the feth out of Sundari, she'd stuck to the Liberator's side. The decision of what would happen after was still remote, throughout her childhood she had been raised to remain in the present, cognizant for the current battle and not wasting time thinking of the future when people needed saving and killing right here.

The rest of you, on your feet rest time is over, They are coming."

They are coming.

The life of a Mandalorian was one of constant battle, but this was getting a bit on the nose. Nevertheless, Vila checked her rifle, her pistols, and her two beskad. Her parents had given theirs to her when she left Anderahl. They would never be Mandalorian again, so what remained of their honor went with her. They remained sheathed on either thigh, just behind her pistols. Where some would have clan symbols emblazoned on them, hers were blank. Circles where the symbol would be held smooth metal.

"They are coming to their death." Vila was not usually one for such edgy talk, but she was beyond done with the false machismo of those who flocked to the Undeads banner, never thinking for themselves or asking how their vaunted leader had returned from the dead, or where his cowardly knees had trembled if he had indeed been alive this whole time.

There had been a change in her, in the short time she had been on Manda'yaim. She had come here as a bounty hunter intrigued in seeing what those fully immersed in her culture had to show for themselves. Disgusted with the showing, on both sides if she were to be honest, she had become the warrior her parents trained her to be.

What happened after this battle, after this war was over? She didn't know yet.

There were people to kill in the present, so she wasn't too worried.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Allies-clan raxis, [member="Gray Raxis"]
Objective-proceed with landing and prep
Location-holding orbit above mandalore

copy that, we'll be down in 10

Stardust hadn't went with gray down the the planet, she was tasked with handling things above. Prepping troops to deploy, medical supply check, ration check, anything that could be used to set up a safe zone for those trying to get away from the battle below...that brought her mind to that death watch and mandalorian....both the same with different ideals, it's how every civil war was really. One person thought something the other didn't like and eventually war broke out...

She shook her head, she need not get distracted right now a lot of people needed their help...and it seemed now they had to go and rescue a few things of cultural importance, turning to the transports she called out for pilots to get them warm up then turned. Blast, just how many men did she need to bring...maybe a few squads? She was gonna bring 4 shuttles but had to conserve room for whatever they could save.

A squad each would do and if need be they'll remain on ground while everything is being taken up. Stardust boarded as she put her helmet on looking as the shuttles were boarded and then the pilots were given the green light as they started out and then down into the atmosphere

All the ride was smooth as they started their descent, upon seeing the land star had to close her eyes as to not see the broken land before opening them as she could see distant battles....she hoped just this once she wouldn't e drawn into the battle

 

[Not Ordo]

He squated on his haunches as he looked out along the Cold Iron City. His yellow eyes gleamed in the distorted light cast by the yellow sun as it filtered through the still burnt sky. His buy'ce sat beside his foot on the roof of the starport as his rifle sat butt first on the ground between his armored boots and rested against the shoulder of his mismatched armor.

He wanted to hunt. He wanted to rend and tear flesh from bone. It had been so long, far too long since he last felt the warmth of fresh blood in his maw, since he last let his fangs slip between bone and sinew. He had worn this form for too long and it had begun to grate on his nerves. The wave of desire to rend and destroy had hit him hard as he waited for prey and he could barely contain his urges any longer. He wanted the hunt. He needed the hunt and this starport was too far from the prey he wanted most. Why did he remain with Monroe's allies? He could kill them just as easily as death watch but truth be told, force users and old men didn't taste as good as others, too gamey.

He waited still, but barely contained instincts gnawed at his mind. He didn't know how long he could stand it. And the other Mandalorians were so close.


[member="Ru Tetsuya"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Rekali the Hutt"] [member="Veera Lux"] [member="Veera Lux"] [member="Vila Sayne"]

 

[Kaden Farr]

Location: Outside the Spaceport
Alies: [member="Narir Tracyn"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Enemies: Liberationists
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They were on foot, three of them. The Echoy'la Soluse were down to its original three members. Gar had taken a substantial wound in the last battle which had kept him from being with them now. Narir and Yasha had been hurt as well, but both were on the mend. Kaden felt guilty that he had managed to escape the fight with minimal injury other than being scared. His mind had only been able to process that he was about to lose the one family he had found since [member="Mia Monroe"]'s genocidal act which had claimed the lives of his parents. He was the ward of [member="Silas Mantis"] now.

It was snowing. They were in cold north and winter was coming. There was something peaceful and innocent about the view Kaden was taking in. He knew only too well that it would soon be destroyed and the white snow would be stained with the blood of the warriors who were about to fall. All of this, the killing, for one woman, one terrorist, who had escaped justice for far too long. Kaden and his friends were there to their part.

The front lines were not for them in this one. Their mission was one of stealth and precision. The strike team would be coming. They were the advance party. The objectives were simple. Take out the shield. Keep the enemy ships grounded. While the adults amassed on the other side of the spaceport, or would, the younger would find a way in from where it was weak.

Kaden looked to the girl next to him. Their entire relationship had been centered around this civil war. They had grown to become warriors because of it. He wondered what was in store for them when this was all over, even for Narir. Would they still be friends? "How is your ankle Yash'ika," the fourteen year old asked. Kaden's use of affection was borne out of concern for his team. They were hurt, and Kaden knew this mission could hinder their recovery. Still he was surprised to hear it come from his lips. Had it been anyone else Kaden would not have given a second thought, but Yasha, the thought made him pause.

He waited for an answer before walking up to Narir.

"What do you see. How many guards are we dealing with?"

It would be time to move in soon, but not without accurate intel. This was just like a hunt. The wind whipped around them as it picked up in its intensity. Perhpas the snow it carried with it would give them ample cover to move in closer.

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

Location: Outside the Cold Iron Spaceport
Objective: Bombard the energy shields guarding the building
Allies: Death Watch [member="Silas Mantis"] | [member="Tal Vizsla"] | [member="Yasha Mantis"] | [member="Kaden Farr"]
Enemies: Insurrectionists [member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Kal Ordo"] | [member="Vila Sayne"] | [member="Ru Tetsuya"] | [member="Rekali the Hutt"]

Blank white snow fell across the Gold Wolf's armour as he stood atop his iron war beast, the cold causing the metal to moan against the wind. His amber eyes looked into the distance, at the shielded spaceport where the last of the Insurrectionists had hidden. This would be the final battle, one way or the other. Mand'alor had brought all his loyalists out to this final confrontation, split against the last of the enemy forces between the mountain fortress and the spaceport lying in front of Tahn.

His breath slowed and drifted in the wind as he turned his focus away from the men and woman that he desperately wanted to slaughter, towards the ones that he would lead in the battle to come. Every sort of Mandalorian had come back to the planet in order to fight for what they believed in, faces Tahn had never seen before on both sides of the war. He turned back to see the embracing armour of Death Watch, three violent slashes painted on every piece of armour and every vehicle that would fight alongside him against those that would keep Mandalore weak.

The wolf was never one for long dragged out speeches, words that would force a scared man to go willingly into the cold embrace of death. He left those words for Mand'alor and those he trusted, his expertise was in leading his men instead of motivating them.

It was fortunate for him that all of the men and women gathered around him had already found the motivation to go forth and slaughter and be slaughter in return, a gift that came with the resurrection of Mand'alor the Undying. Even beneath the Beskar'Gam he could feel the anticipation that they all felt, even the iron beasts below them seemed alive with anger and violence.

He looked up at the snowing sky, taking a deep breath to allow the cold refreshing air into his lungs as he centred himself from the battle about to begin. Tahn slowly lowered his head as his determined golden eyes stared forward at his target, before lifting his massive axe behind him. With a swift motion, throwing the axe out towards the spaceport with a bestial roar, the war machine of Death Watch began to stir. Zealous shrieking could be heard behind him as soldiers began to move forward, firing on any Insurrectionist that found themselves unfortunate enough to be caught outside of the shield surrounding the spaceport. Basilisks and other alike war machines began to shell the energy shield that kept those within safe from attacks from above, trying to weaken the shield enough for cracks to begin to form.

The men and women of Death Watch entrenched themselves in buildings surrounding the spaceport as they began to fire into the shield as well, Tahn's commands preventing them from running recklessly into a slaughter as he raised a hand to hold them back. The sound of the shelling rang inside the building, like a flurry of blows from an axe against a cold steel door. The damage being secondary compared to the anxiety that it would instil to those inside the building.

Tahn took to the front of the assaulting force, holding those under his command from marching forward until the shield came down and allowed them to march undeterred and slaughter their enemies. The Gold Wolf would have to wait for the children that Ra had placed his faith in to eliminate the generator, the anticipation inside him building up as he began to impatiently tap the butt of his axe against the back of his war machine.
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NPC Action Summary: Basilisks and similar heavy war machines began shelling the energy shield in hopes of demoralising the enemy and damage the shield protecting them. Death Watch ground forces took similar actions, but focused on eliminating any vulnerable forces that found themselves unlucky enough to be unprotected.

 

[Ra Vizsla]

Location: Mountain Fortress
Objective: Secure the Fortress
Allies: Death Watch [member="Aryn Spar"] [member="Jor Kvall"] [member="Kervo Namadi"]
Enemies: Insurrectionists [member="Mia Monroe"] | [member="Kal Ordo"] | [member="Vila Sayne"] | [member="Ru Tetsuya"] | [member="Rekali the Hutt"]



The day was dawning. The sun lit the cold mist upon the mountains.

Ra's broken lander soared through the air towards the hangar bay of the Mountain Fortress. Blaster fire erupted in the air. More Cold Iron Loyalists were laying down cover fire for the Undying and their convoy.

Shaking their pursuers, the shuttle crashed into the hangar, sliding to a full stop.

Ra stepped out, gesturing to the new Shukalar - Aryn Spar - to follow.

"I require the services of Black Sky," Ra roared at one of the lieutenants approaching.

"Monroe is here.

I can feel it."

Ra turned to his ambassador of conquest.

"Secure the interior of the Fortress. Our forces have begun the siege of the Insurrection's base.

I intend to join them shortly."


Even if they won - even if either side won...

Would it all have been worth it?


...Ra's ysalamir chirped on his back. Usually, that meant it had just nullified someone's control over the Force... but there were no Force Users present that Ra could see.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Outside the Spaceport


Alies: @Tahl Vizsla [member="Silas Mantis"] [member="Narir Tracyn"] [member="Kaden Farr"]


Enemies: Liberationists





She failed [member="Garon Priest"] rushing through the streets of Sundari. [member="Ra Vizsla"] tasked her with protecting her squad, bringing trophies back to his side. Now that her father fought another battle for his life in a bacta tank, the near orphan clung to her mission.





Protect her squad. Bring trophies back of her defeated enemies.





There would be no defeated enemies if the tween and her teenaged compatriots didn't take down the spaceport's automated defence grid. The hell child crept down, feeling none of the cold through her thermals and armour under the white parka and fur hood she wore. She tested her foot, feeling the solid pack of bacta and restraining ankle support they tied tight into her boot. Although her Guardian, Mand'alor the Undying grew distasteful of his Ward joining the fight, Yasha insisted. The automated defence grid needed to go. The shields needed to go for [member="Tahn Vizsla"] and the frontal assault to succeed. No one was going to take notice of a couple of kids.





"Tight. Medics bound it good... Kade'ika. Comms on. Remember your whistles." The twelve year old's head cocked to the side under her white fur hood. Kaden's use of his pet name was another layer against the cold realities around them. Her lips pursed and she eyed the horizon, her HUD analyzing distances and opportune shifts in the sec array. Glad of the ocular device, the thought was not lost on Preliat's daughter that without her goggles, the brightness of the snow would blind her. One more year and she would be ready for her Verd'goten. One more year and Yasha was an adult like Kade and Nar. Young, naive, but itching for the privilege to prove her worth. One more year... even if the men around Mand'alor joked about what kind of rite of passage one could challenge a girl with, when she was raised in the Netherworld.





This would prove that she was old enough to join the Mando'ade legions. This time Ra wouldn't be able to rescue them, [member="Preliat Mantis"] was floating in a bacta tank. [member="Silas Mantis"] was on the other side. The teens were alone on the cold edge of the starport, and they would work their way in to destroy what they could before the shells caterwauled from the sky.





One last check of her gear, as Nar shifted on his perch. The Echoy'la Soluse's resident explosives expert was almost as eagle eyed as Garon, but unlike their friend, Nar wasn't in a medic bed. Tomahawk on her back, beskads along her thighs, personal med-kit, gauntlets, MT-14 pistols... Yasha triggered the gauntlet blades on her left hand and sheathed them out of nerves. The soft sliding sound was enough to calm the thrill of their technological hunt.





"Give me a target, Nar." Hide and seek, Mando'ad'ika style. Yasha disappeared beside a snow drift, the force dead child sliding along the path to creep toward the scant soldiers holding down what was essentially the back side of the spaceport.

 

[Narir Tracyn]

Location: Outside the Spaceport
Allies: Echoy'la Soluse | [member="Kaden Farr"] [member="Yasha Mantis"]
Enemies: Insurgents

Narir Tracyn was a man on a mission. He surveyed the spaceport at Yasha's request, seeking the best way to sneak in without raising the alarm. In addition to his normal blue tunic and pants with black boots, he now wore insulated outerwear in a white and gray camo pattern, hood pulled up over his head and mask covering his mouth and nose. He had obtained a new flame carbine, having left the other on the streets of Sundari, and carried it strapped to his back. A holdout blaster and vibroblade were in his boots, and his most powerful weapons, his Mandalorian vambraces, were fixed to his wrists. With brown eyes hard and calculating, he observed their target.

Back in Sundari, Narir had come face to face with the reality of war. Years ago, he'd asked his parents endlessly about what it was like to fight, to kill; he'd been inquisitive when he was younger. He'd never gotten a straight answer, and now he knew why. War affected everyone differently. Some people got more and more angry the more and more they fought, others broke down and refused to go on. Neither was the case for Narir. In his last engagement, he had nearly been killed by flying shrapnel because his anger had gotten away with him, because he'd forgotten one of the most important aspects of war: a good soldier keeps his head, no matter what is happening around him. Narir had lost control, and it had nearly cost him his life. He would not make the same mistake again. Narir had always been introverted and down-to-earth, but now he seemed even more grounded, even more focused. War, and battle, had made him harder and colder than ever. He would not fail this time; he would keep his head and his wits and remember his training.

As Yasha crept towards the soldiers, Narir reached into the other part of his gear he didn't usually carryL a demolitionist's pack filled with so many kinds of explosives it would induce a coma in most sentient lifeforms. Pulling one marked with grey free from its pouch, he double-checked the label. As he thought, it was a smoke grenade. He also had several incendiary grenades, a few thermal detonators, a couple of wrapped door breaching charges, and more than a little bit of plastic explosive with detonators. Last but not least he had a single permacrete detonator, for if things got really hardcore. The best way he saw to help Yasha was to give her the cover to do what she did best. Pulling free the pin, Narir gave a long, low whistle, imitating the sound of smoke pouring from a grenade.

Smoke out.

He threw, bathing the shocked door guards in a cloud of grey smoke.