Darth Mortyra
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Jonyna Si
GEAR: EMP Grenade, Frag Grenade x2, SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster Pistol,
Dual-Phase lightsaber x 2
Jonyna Si
GEAR: EMP Grenade, Frag Grenade x2, SE-14r Light Repeating Blaster Pistol,
Dual-Phase lightsaber x 2
Primarily black, built around armourweave that preserves mobility while providing additional protection under the main armour. The design is her own, though brought to life and refined through the work of various armourers over the years as it was repeatedly altered and upgraded to suit her changing needs. Each alteration maintains the same purpose: avoiding excessive weight and favouring freedom of movement over the restrictions of heavier battlefield armour.
It includes a sealed beskar helmet with a pure-black finish, originally taken from the first Mandalorian she overcame and later redesigned to suit her own purposes. Among its modifications is an integrated HUD capable of cycling through low-light and thermal vision modes. The helmet contains filtration systems to protect against smoke, airborne contaminants, and various toxins, alongside a voice changer/modulator that distorts her speech.
Chest plates made from beskar protect her most vital areas, while lightweight duraplast plating covers the remaining sections of her torso.
The most carefully protected sections are her hands, wrists, and forearms, where segmented beskar plates are attached over her gloves. The plating is designed as articulated reinforcement rather than heavy gauntlets, overlapping like protective scales to preserve flexibility and fine control.
A black cloak is commonly worn over the armour.
It includes a sealed beskar helmet with a pure-black finish, originally taken from the first Mandalorian she overcame and later redesigned to suit her own purposes. Among its modifications is an integrated HUD capable of cycling through low-light and thermal vision modes. The helmet contains filtration systems to protect against smoke, airborne contaminants, and various toxins, alongside a voice changer/modulator that distorts her speech.
Chest plates made from beskar protect her most vital areas, while lightweight duraplast plating covers the remaining sections of her torso.
The most carefully protected sections are her hands, wrists, and forearms, where segmented beskar plates are attached over her gloves. The plating is designed as articulated reinforcement rather than heavy gauntlets, overlapping like protective scales to preserve flexibility and fine control.
A black cloak is commonly worn over the armour.
The night belonged to the red moon.
It hung impossibly large above the horizon, staining the scattered clouds in deep crimson as though the sky itself had begun to bleed. Every surface under it reflected that same dull scarlet hue. Black stone became burgundy. Dust shimmered like powdered rust. Even the polished hulls of the Twin Sun's transports scattered across the landing field seemed to drink in the moonlight.
Cargo ramps groaned under the weight of hundreds of boots. Voices barked orders across the landing field, occasionally drowned out by the deep mechanical whine of repulsorlifts hauling crates. The air carried the mingled scents of scorched fuel, hot metal, and fine mineral dust, with the sour tang of too many frightened bodies lingering around the unloading ramps.
Lines of slaves shuffled down from the transports under the watchful eyes of armed guards. Some slaves stared blankly at the ground. Other slaves glanced about with the desperate hope of finding a weakness.
Meya’s boots struck the landing platform unhurriedly. The plates of her matte-black armour shifted softly with each step. Her cloak drifted behind her, stirred by a warm wind carrying dust.
Several of her men kept pace around her without speaking.
The closest was a broad-shouldered Nikto whose scarred hands never strayed far from the blaster carbine hanging across his chest. Years spent in the cartel had replaced nervousness with habit; his eyes moved constantly instead, sweeping the valley, loading crews, and approaching speeders with practised efficiency.
On Meya's opposite side walked a lean human wearing worn combat leathers under a long coat embroidered with the Twin Suns insignia. A thin scar split one eyebrow, disappearing into closely cropped dark hair, while a datapad rested comfortably in one hand as he quietly updated manifests and whispered the occasional instruction into a concealed comlink.
Several more followed behind. Veterans. Mercenaries. Enforcers.
The spaceport itself sprawled across the barren valley like a wound carved into the planet. Floodlights painted long paths along it. Farther out, jagged rock formations clawed toward the sky, dotted by blinking navigation beacons and the occasional streak of a shuttle crossing beneath the crimson moon.
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