Devils... Monsters...

[Connory Monroe]

[member="Hana Munin"]

"Kark."


So her theoretical plan hadn't worked, but Cory had learned something all the same. It was safe to assume that this mando had a 360 HUD so no sneaking up on them. She also learned that she wanted to play. Anyone un-interested in a fair fight would have just blasted Cory away. This woman had flown away, with what she could only assume was a come hither look beneath the T-visor.


Taking a deep breath, Cory took the bait. The longer she was occupying the hut'uun the less innocents died. She jogged in the direction of the clearing trusting battle senses to warn her of any impending danger. Emerging into the clearing she nodded to her opponent.


"Su'cuy, vod."


She extended her beskar batons and 5ook a defensive stance, activating the electric packs at their base, causing the batons to hum softly.


Her move.

 

[DT-2319]

While Nineteen had been going about the same activities as the Mandalorian warriors he was working with, he'd quickly noticed something that—to his mind—was mildly distressing.

The presence of CIC nationals on Umbara, getting slaughtered the same as any others. For the most part, any civillians that he recognized didn't bother him quite so much; civillians were expendable. Discounting the possibility of a draft, they were not currently counted among what he would consider military assets. However, when he came around and saw a member of the Coruscant Security Force—an obviously-augmented one, at that—beating down a squad of Mandalorians while being taunted by their squad-leader, he became much more annoyed.

Especially because he recognized her, as well. He wasn't entirely sure from where; it could be that he'd worked alongside her on some assignment when he was on Coruscant last. Or she had a file with the security bureau that he'd read over once or twice. Either way, she was a military asset, and he couldn't allow her to get killed so pointlessly. He stepped in near [member="Esvan Verd"], one of the explosive collars held in one hand, while the other held a pistol, pointing directly at [member="Kyli Graf"].

"I recommend you listen to him," he growled, the voice modulator in his helmet hiding any trace of an Imperial accent he hadn't managed to consciously eliminate. "Neither of us have a problem with blasting every civvie around here into paste if you don't."

 

[Cotan Sar'andor]

When [member="Vilaz Munin"] fired off a salvo of slugs, Cotan started moving. Trusting in [member="Coren Starchaser"] to evade the shots, he started with the plan that he had suggested at the beginning. Drawing on the Force to increase his speed he made a quick dash off to one side, putting himself and Coren at a near right-angle to each other, with Vilaz at the vertex.

Then, while Coren spoke and started approaching the warrior, Cotan drew out one of his heavy pistols with his free hand, firing off a quick salvo of bolts at Vilaz, lightsaber at the ready to defend against any return-fire.

 

[Kahlil Noble]

Objective: Stop Droz.
Allies: SJO, [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]
Enemies: Mandalorian Marauders [member="Kad Munin"] [member="Droz Munin"]

It was now or never. Kahlil new early on that without the help of someone who could actually speak Mandalorian they'd stand right out. Worse still, he knew how much taller he was then many people, despite being one of the shortest of his family. Though, perhaps his family would be of use. With a newfound plan he lifted his masked visage up and walked right up to Droz and Kad, making sure his back to the cameras.

And took off his helmet.

"Apologies. I am not one of yours, but my father, the Sith Emperor, is very interested in what you are doing, though didn't want it to be known just yet. My associate and I are here to make sure you get off world for a proper meeting." Complete lie, but Kahlil knew how to make it seem easily like the truth. Nothing of his features betrayed any of his intentions, and he simply gave the pair a kind smile. All while he idly gripped his lightsaber behind his back in case he'd be attacked outright.

 

[WelshGuy]

Objective: Capture the marauders
Allies: SJO [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"]
Enemies: [member="Droz Munin"] and marauders.

Pausing, Yuroic could tell that they were apparently standing out, he was tall but Mandalorians themselves weren't a race of short people so there were others that were around his own height. There was no fear emanating from Yuroic because he knew that he could speak fluent Mandalorian if the need would arise, he also knew that he did not need to be talking it for the sake of talking. That would have been more suspicious if he just wandered in speaking Mandalorian. His gun was firmly in his grasp, ready to fire in a moment's notice if needed. Just before Yuroic was going to say something that would calm the others, Kahlil jumped the gun and revealed himself.

It was more surprising that he said he was the son of the Sith Emperor, he knew which emperor was that and Yuroic pieced together the puzzle that Kahlil must have been the young man he fought at the hospital. The one who murdered the trapped innocent people. However, he could not confront Kahlil about it now, something to do after all this was sorted. Instead, Yuroic remained cool and collective, looking over to the clan members. They were not supporters of the Manda'lore, who was friends with the Emperor, these were different people. With different ties and motivations, being the Emperor's son was unlikely to sway them into allowing Kahlil anywhere.

"Kemir ti haar jag at sirbur ceratir bah Droz. Pirimmur jag at hiibir daab be aliit Cadera." Yuroic stated in his Mando'a. Looking towards Kahlil, he raised his weapon to the boy. "Ra mhi kyr'amur haar jag jii. Shukur haar tom acyk darjetii bal Cadera." His weapon wasn't set to stun but he was sure it would send a message to the others that Yuroic was one of them, at least that was his plan and Kahlil could defend himself if Yuroic had to fire.




*Translation: Walk with him to say his point to Droz. Or use him to take down Sith ties with clan Cadera.*

 

[Soundwave]

D r o z _ M u n i n

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Objective | Prep hostage transports for exfil
Company | Fellow Marauders / [member="Kad Munin"]
Targets | Anyone who gets in his way / [member="Kahlil Zambrano"] / [member="Yuroic Xeraic"]

Droz held his blaster idly in one hand at his side while the other was at his hip, staring up at the giant that was Kahlil, that towered a full head over Droz. He wasn't intimidated or impressed when the young man took off his helmet and stated his true identity, though it did present Droz with some rather interesting options having a son of the Sith Emperor in front of him. Especially for when the intention was to cause as much friction between all the players involved with their grand little plot. He would have to see what the little dark prince was up to though Droz was ready to call the young prince out on his farce. " I did not expect the uncle of our Mand'alor to be here. The last I heard though, you were missing and presumed to be dead all this time... " Droz would look over at the other Mandalorian that was accompanying Kahlil who had raised their weapon at him as he raised a brow when they spoke. Though they spoke fluent Mandalorian, it was more the voice that Droz was interested in and somewhat recognized from one of the earlier threats he had received.

He glanced back at Kahlil before speaking as the two had differing stories, Kahlil claimed this Mandalorian that accompanied him was his associate who was protecting him, while the Mandalorian was playing it off that he was one of Droz's men. A flawed understanding that revealed a lie. " It seems your 'associate' isn't who you believe they are. " Droz would raise his free hand and make a gesture for the disguised Yuroic to lower their weapon before speaking back in Mandalorian playing further into their ruse that Droz was acting as a member of Clan Cadera, " Why would we raise our weapons against allies to Mand'alor or do anything to harm our ties with the Sith? Put that down before you hurt somebody." Droz would pause as he raised a hand as if getting a communication before speaking, though he didn't receive any private message. " Mand'alor wants us to hurry up and finish our business here and move on to the next planet to send a message to our enemies. "

Droz would lift his hand up that held his blaster, pointing it squarely at Kahlil's forehead for a moment as he stared at the young Zambrano before tossing the pistol up in the and catching it, offering the weapon grip first to Kahlil, speaking in Basic " This is a dangerous place to be your highness; wouldn't want you being unarmed or hurt as we take our leave. " Droz radiated with malicious intent to anyone who could perceive the Force, though what he planned was unclear. His mind was difficult to read or influence, but he was certain at this point that if these two had come to fight, he would be ready quicker than anyone would be able to pull a trigger. The hostage roundup and loading was progressing during the exchange, approximately seventy to eighty percent complete.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Location: The Capital, naturally
• Objective: Save Civis, find truths, try not to die
• Inventory: Mandalore The Ultimate's Armor, Darlyn's 'Hunter' Lightsaber, Tricksaber, Family Blaster, "The Death Special", Punisher Pistol, HC Mallet Charric Hand Cannon
• Closest PC's: [member="Yuroic Xeraic"], [member="Kahlil Zambrano"]
• Ally Contacted: [member="Adenn Kyramud"]
• Enemy: Bad guys, [member="Droz Munin"], [member="Kad Munin"]

Darlyn did follow, a ways back. He had returned his helmet to his head, for its multitude of benefits, and paying close attention to their surroundings. His own instinct had kicked in somewhere along the line back to the enemy lines with the others, something itching to leave the limelight for once. He had been going through all his various mindsets today, intending to play the flamboyant hero at the start but now shifting quickly into his hunting mindset. He ran his thumb over his family blaster as he slipped off to the side slowly, into the shadows as it were. Even in heavy armor, he was able to walk without making too much excessive noise, a benefit of learning specifically how to step to distribute his weight evenly.

Once he was out of sight, he began to reach out with his feelings, following the two as they walked ever closer, until he could hear and feel what was happening, even if he was doing his best to stay out of sight. Uncle, well that made more people he apparently hadn't met at the family reunion. That said, he could hear the translated Mando'a in his helmet, even if he was good enough now to actually understand the language without its help. He could feel the malice emanating from Droz through the Force, and decided to take some action himself. Very quickly, he sent a very brief message through a genuine Clan Cadera channel, asking [member="Yasha Cadera"] a very simple question. "Little Yash, did you happen to order a raid on Umbara? Kinda important so if you can get back to me I'd appreciate it." With his personal transport on the planet by now it was a relatively simple matter to route the communication through its vastly stronger signal, which meant he just had to wait for confirmation.

Still he had something else to try as well. If the ruse was up for Kahlil, and this man seemed so intent to play along so thoroughly, he'd call his bluff. Walking out of hiding and making his way towards the group he made very sure that his confidence and presence was on full display. When he got much closer he lifted a hand, and spoke in a tone of voice that bordered on the level of demanding obedience as he directed his attention to Droz specifically. "Stand down, and give me an explanation on why the Manda you are here." How researched were they, in who's who in clan Cadera? He was eager to see what move was made now as he waited for his niece to respond to his voice message.

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Yasha pushed hair out of her face with the back of her dirt-stained hand. Her garden required attention the botanically minded Mand’alor longed to give. Finally a day to herself, and Caz out with the kids. Her secure and personal comm jolted, causing the Epicanthix to stretch her neck and flick on the message.

“Uncle Darlyn! Hi, when are you coming to take the kids on that Uncle-kiddles day? Adara’s longing for Babu time… wait, raid where?” A holo-image on [member="Darlyn Excron"]’s commlink came up. A smudge of dirt on her cheek, black painted lips faded from work in the sun, hair cascading in a single braid down her back. The unabashed smile on her face at hearing from Darlyn faded abruptly.

“Raid the planet my Warmaster has business on? Why would I do that? Aedan’d never okay hitting his own facility planet, and I’d never harm one of his assets. Besides, Umbara’s done nothing to us.” Her gloves fell from the image, hand coming back up to brush the hair from her face. “No, if I’d have raided a planet with that many holdings, I would have come en force, and at the front of it. Probably armed with [member="Aedan Miles"] and more teeth than you could imagine. Why? What’s happened? Are you safe, do you require assistance?”

 

[Kad Munin]

Beneath his helmet, Kad's lips curled into a grim smile. "Should've blown the hostages and left like I said," he muttered over helmet comm back to Droz. He sidled up near his fellow clansman, pistol in hand, the other on the hilt of his sword. While he wasn't anywhere near as diplomatically-minded as Droz was, he was still perceptive enough to see that the situation was likely to dissolve rather quickly.

"Two big men and a runt. If this falls apart completely, I'll take the princeling." Kad's visored gaze surveyed each in turn, first Yuroic, then Khalil, and finally falling disdainfully on Darlyn. Kad didn't care who Darlyn was; he wouldn't care if the shorter man was the father of the Force itself. The fact that he dared to issue orders like he was, the obvious assumption of superiority that came with doing such, did not endear him to Kad.

You'll die slowest.

[member="Droz Munin"] [member="Darlyn Excron"] [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] [member="Kahlil Zambrano"]

 

[Karsan Munin]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ao1HQAPRSwo​

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Clan Munin. Good business partners. Better motivators.

Clan Cadera. He corrected himself, with a sinister chuckle.

Karsan was not a pleasant man to be around. That much was obvious. The way he walked, the way he moved, talked, and breathed emanated a professional killer, a murderer by trade. He held a disruptor rifle, lazily in one hand, as he walked slowly behind [member="Kad Munin"]. He made no sudden move, and he knew Kad, the man who he understood to be as good as he was, to see him approach. The IFF tag helped too.

Karsan spoke with a drawl, a low, gravelly voice emanating from his black T-shape visor.

"We're about done here, friend. What's that thing?" A crushgaunt adorned hand pointed to Darlyn, but never left the rifle.

[member="Darlyn Excron"] l [member="Droz Munin"] l [member="Yuroic Xeraic"] l [member="Kahlil Zambrano"]​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Umbaran Capital City
Allies: [member="Droz Munin"] | [member="Zann Munin"] | [member="Hana Munin"] | [member="Esvan Verd"] | [member="DT-2319"]
Enemies: [member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Cotan Sar'andor"]
Objective: Terrorize


"This is only the beginning, Starchaser. Soon many worlds will be scorched with the flag of our Mand'alor flying over the corpses," the Warrior said calmly, noticing Coren able to dodge the slugs with aid from the Force. Seconds later the other Jedi whipped out his pistol, firing a barrage of blaster bolts. One struck against his thigh plate and another in his core plate. The beskar plates fused with other enhancements would dissuade a majority of the damage, yet some kinetic energy after being struck would still apply. Minor bruises would develop, something he was familiar with and his body was conditioned, from many battles, to not be alert. Nothing too critical yet.

Both men had their lightsabers out and were approaching in a defensive stance, likely to deflect any incoming fire. And fire they will receive, they were in close range yet in order for Vilaz to tear them down.

More slugs were fired at the Jedi, switching back and forth from targets. Once the clip was empty on slugs, he'd alternate in using the blaster ammo in his rifle as it was dual-versatile firearm that can fire both blasters and slugs. They would have to approach unless they would want more energy projectiles being shot at them from the distance. He absolutely wanted them to close the gap, make them think they had the advantage over him in close quarters. That would be the moment for the snake to strike.

Meanwhile several stealth vessels from the Vilaz's fleet would come from the hangars, stealth systems online to mask their appearances. Not only could they hide from scanners, but they could also bypass shielding and the gate shield above Umbara was no exception to that. They had already sent their message in blood and now needed evacuation, otherwise this whole operation would be pointless if continued further.

 

[Adenn Munin]

Location: Umbaran Capital City
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: [member="Caedyn Arenais"]
Objective: Pillage

Well, it looked like prey came to him rather than Ravik searching it for himself. Convenient for him, now he just had to take the Jedi's life. The young warrior began to close the distance between him and his new opponent in slow walks, allowing the Jedi to say his last words. Words that amused Ravik, knowing that this man before him was not too bright. They had come to deliver death and wrath to Umbara, they laughed when the Jedi and their allies demanded them to surrender, and yet this Jedi thought he could get the Mandalorian to surrender himself.

Amusing​

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"Do you see these, jetti," the marauder said while his gestured to his utility belt, showing off two lightsaber hilts he had collected from the Jedi he had already slaughtered. "Soon yours will be added on here and your blood stained on my spear! Mand'alor the Infernal and the rest of the Empire will dedicate songs to our heroics, and the halls will be decorated with murals of our glorious deeds."

The time of words was over, his lust demanded he attack the Jedi and make him bleed. The Munin charged forward, nearing his opponent, only to stop to maintain a proper distance in order to utilize his spear at its best. He would then lunge his spear, extending his arms for the midsection of Caedyn. An attack Ravik himself thought was safe considering his range from the attack.

"Perhaps you should lower your weapons, so that you can have a quick and painless death."

 

[Caedyn Arenais]

Location: Umbarian Capital City.​

Objective: Defend the Innocent and re-route Enemy Forces.​

Inventory: Caedyn's Jedi Armor | Personal Lightsaber | Heavy Buckler | CS.38 Tactical Side-Arm.​

Nearby: [member="Havoc (CT-375)"], [member="Ember Farseer"], [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"], [member="Coren Starchaser"].​

Opponent: [member="Ravik Munin"].​

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A Mandalorian with a Spear, versing a Je'daii with a Lightsaber and Shield; Perhaps ancient times would have made the match-up something of an exciting holo-vid, medieval times and such. Though despite [member="Ravik Munin"]'s eagerness, Caedyn found little glory to be had in bloodletting and it seemed he was being given little choice in this time around either. The others had been quick to suggest violence to be the answer here, and so it was that Caedyn would be given the opportunity to prove that living as a pacifist, did not mean living with cowardice.

Caedyn moved to step ahead, pacing once to the right as the spear was thrust his way, instead to be met by the might of his Heavy Buckler seeking to parry the blow away and hoping to use the moment to gain a closer reach of his opponent, bringing his lightsaber down in his right hand in a clean vertical sweep that would cleave the Mandalorian in two, if the man was too slow to evade his attack.

Again it seemed he was being mistaken as a Jedi, though no doubt due to his affiliation with the Silver Jedi Order now. The truth was that he still carried the teachings of the Je'daii Order with him, and with that, also came all the practices and learnings of Bogan & Ashla, of martial combat and physical training. Whatever the Mandalorian's thought of the Jedi, Caedyn had been trained to envision that of a Force Warrior through Stav Kesh and Qigong Kesh.

Ravik Munin would be in for a surprise, if he suspected some traditionalist monk type of foe.

 

[Decious]

Location: Capital City
Objective: Fight off Mandalorians
Near: [member="Caedyn Arenais"] | [member="Ravik Munin"] | and others looking for combat

Havoc made his way through the through the streets of the capital city. His tanks had been forced to remain on the outskirts due to the positioning of most of the buildings but it was a minor set back. As he walked briskly, hunting down any straggling Mandalorian, one of the droids from the squad flanking him came up beside Havoc.

"Sir, our fleet is reporting only minimal damage from enemy forces sir. A couple of transports have returned to the ship carrying civilians who are demanding to be allowed to get off the transport. What are your orders?"

"Tell the captain to press the attack. Use any necessary force. As for the civilians, it is too dangerous to have them roaming around a ship not equipped to accompany luxury travel. They will remain where they are."

The droid what equated to a slight nod before offering the standard "Roger roger." acknowledgement. As it did, it slowly fell back into line, resuming its original formation. After having walked a little while longer and having impaled a couple of Mandalorians with his crimson blades along the way, Havoc heard something that sounded like a Mandalorian boasting about collecting lightsabers. Havoc raised a hand, signaling the squad behind him to hold there position. Havoc then made his way quietly to the source of the voice, remaining out of sight from the two. It appeared that his old buddy [member="Caedyn Arenais"] had found himself face to face with a Jedi killing Mandalorian. Part of him felt a need to help the kid out but he remained in the shadows, watching the situation unfold.

 

[Soundwave]

D r o z _ M u n i n

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Objective | Vacate Umbara
Company | [member="Karsan Calnov"] / [member="Kad Munin"]
Targets | N/A

Droz would return his hand to his hips as he observed the hostages being loaded up onto the transports. The hundred or so mix of civilians, combatants and anyone else caught in between had finally been finished as Droz raised one hand to his chest level as he opened up a channel to one of the people in space, [member="John Locke"] that would be an obstacle that they would need to bypass if they were to vacate Umbaran territory and Silver Jedi space without being blown out of the sky immediately. He would test the Jedi's resolve and beliefs in protecting the innocent, or die in the process. " Our hostages are prepped and ready to leave... If you lower the shields and guarantee our safe passage out of the system, I will ensure that they will live and you will be allowed to extract them once we've returned to our own space. I vow not to harm a single hostage on my clan's name and honor. Have I shown myself to be anything but a man of my word? Mand'alor is merciful to those who respect our wishes. Their lives are in your hands...Make the decision. I doubt you want to have your image as Jedi and protectors stained so horrendously for your lack of humanity. "

Droz would cut the channel, awaiting their reply before turning to Kad and barking at him, " Go gather up our brothers and sisters nearby and tell them to prep themselves for exfil. We leave the moment they agree to our terms otherwise we go with Plan B and force our way out through force... " Droz would open up an encrypted channel to alert the other Munins masquerading as Clan Cadera to give them a heads up that they would be departing soon; either they wrapped up their activities or get left behind and find their own way off Umbara. The plan would be to use the hostage transports as shields to cover the transports housing the bulk of the Mandalorian raiders. Once they were confident that they could leave, they would allow for the transports to transmit their position, which would lead the Silver Jedi, and likely the Confederacy to their next destination; Eshan.


[member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="Ravik Munin"] | [member="Esvan Verd"] | [member="Zann Munin"] | [member="Hana Munin"]

 

[Darth Athora]

Umbara
Enemies: [member="Connory Monroe"]

In that short amount of time, Hana studied her opponent well. She learned quite a bit about who she was up against. Another soul that was just a little too proud for their own good. Hana met many like her before. Hana killed many like her before.

This would be no different.

Hana stared her opponent down. Beneath her helmet, the Arkanian Offshoot grinned as her foe stood before her, waiting for Hana to engage. "She must be joking." Hana thought to herself. She lifted up her blasters, pointing them at the woman across from her. "Come on then. Make your move, bakrinr." Hana drew a line in the dirt with her boot.

 

[Kier Grey]

Sergeant "Kyle Whir"
Umbara Surface, Capital City, Interstellar Spaceport, Extrasolar Terminal.
Nearby/Interacting: [member="Esvan Verd"], [member="Kishala Vi'dreya"], [member="DT-2319"]

Faced with a full section's worth of blaster barrels the Spectre who had gone by the name of 'Kyle Whir' in their duties as a Coruscant Security Force Officer kept a hair of empty curled fists by her sides thrusting an erect index finger towards the odious. "You're right." Those words were stated plainly without any overt display of emotion, what the Kraken had been correct regarding the spectre left mysteriously unspecified although in truth Esvan had been correct on several accounts. Kyli would not stand to have the responsibility of the innocent's death sullied on her already crimson stained gauntlets, dirtied with the claret blood of what in her ignorance believed to be 'Cadera' Clansmen not that she could truly distinguish the individual tribes of these thoroughly backwards and violent peoples.

We should implore Father to reduce their planet's surface to glass Amur's voice whispered behind both ears like a malicious tiny presence barely audible but his words left a tinnitus-like pitched ringing.

".....No" Curling their bottom lip and biting down on it tightly in a scowl for a moment their face steadily retreated away from Esvan and the warrior beside him who eagerly clutched a slave collar in free-hand. With body language that suggested a willingness to continue fight even perish if necessary the Coruscanti Spectre who hailed proudly from an organisation and planet who had a centuries-long struggle against the Mandalorians, with a visible reluctance relented. "Very well." The words were biting and difficult for Kyli to swallow. "I surrender."

 

[DT-2319]

"Smart."

Nineteen moved forward slowly, keeping his pistol trained on Kyli the whole while. Thankfully, she made no attempt to fight him; he was glad. It meant that he had an opportunity to maintain his cover and hopefully save her life at the same time. When he came up behind her, he holstered the pistol, fitting the collar around her neck. Now, he had a few moments to alter the device and make sure it wouldn't kill her.

He fumbled with it for a moment, cursing. "Damn things," he muttered. "You'd think the alor would get something a little better than these loosely-wired hunks of junk." Some small chuckles came from the other warriors around; at least in this squad, they'd all fumbled around with one or two of the collars. It was as simple as popping part of the control casing off, readjusting the wires that went to the biometric scanner and the signal receiver, then closing it up and turning it on.

Of course, if you yanked the wires around right, reconnected them so that nothing was powered the way it should be, the entire collar would lock up and become useless. The only thing that would work would be the light saying the collar was activated. So he reached in with dexterous fingers, and began to work. Now, was it red-red-green, or red-green-red? While Nineteen had been given thorough training with explosives, he'd never been the go-to demolitions expert in his squad.

But, just as quickly as the other Mandalorians were able to return their explosive collars to proper working condition, this 'Mandalorian' was able to sabotage his just like he needed, clasping it shut and turning it on. "Alright," he growled, stepping back. "Do as you're told and you can still make it out of this alive." He moved to rejoin Esvan, bringing his rifle back up from the sling it was hanging off of.

"Time to take them to the square?"

[member="Esvan Verd"] [member="Kyli Graf"]