Dirt and Ice (Mandalorian Dominion of Bimmiel)

[Strider Garon]

Location: Crash Site

Strider woke, his head pounding as if Ordo was drunkenly using his skull as a base drum. The old man could taste blood and….. dirt, his nose was filled with aroma of smoke and burning bodies. His vision was blurry but he could make out that he was still in the cockpit of the Galaar-class heavy shuttle. His body, still strapped to the chair with the crash harness.

Strider shook his head a few more times to get his senses about him. His vision coming back to his own horror. The cockpit was destroyed and from the way his body dangled from the chair to the left it seemed that the ship had crashed landed onto the port side. “Frak me!” Garon snarled at the predicament. This was suppose to be a simple Diplomatic mission. The moment they broke Atmo of bimmiel they were under attack, with no naval support sides two fighter escorts. That was the last of what Garon could remember.

Strider was still surprised that his helmet was clasped to his chair and he quickly snatched it up and placed it upon his head. Strider then with a click of a button released himself from the chair and climbed down to the ground which was the port side of the ship. Propping his back against the wall for a quick rest and recovering it was time to see who else was alive, regroup and reassess the situation at hand.

“SOUND OFF!!” Strider commanded through the helmet’s comms. As of right now, they were at war with either the vong or an unknown force. Task at hand was just mere survival.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan pushed the heavy ship playing off his chest with the help of his new abilities and roled out of the crater he lay in. He had been one of the escort fighters and was blindsided by a surface to air missle. Brushing off his armor and shaking the dirt from his helmet. He heard in his helmet the sound of a famous Mando. "Sound Off!"

"Nolan Detta here. I'm in the tree line north of you. My ship took a direct hit up the poop chute. I'm on my way to you now. Do you have snacks? I lost my lunch bag in the crash."

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Neskar laid sprawled inside the wreckage, slowly coming to. Squinting his eyes as the light spilled through the cracked visor, and he felt glass on his eyelids. Oh dear. He carefully removed his gauntlet from his right hand, beginning to slowly remove each piece of his shattered visor from the hazard of injuring his eyes; if he opened them, the glass may cut his eyeballs or something so he wouldn't be able to see. And that would be a catastrophe. Well, maybe I could adopt a cane and shuffle around like a harmless old man then whip out some groovy moves on some unsuspecting mothers. Deigning to not think any more about a potential disabled lifestyle, Neskar finished removing the last shards, then removed the buy'ce entirely - as his father said, a broken visor is a broken helmet, it won't protect you any more than nothing would. As he leant up, he could smell the sand. Oh Manda, that reeks. Who put out the Hutt air freshener?

It was baring down on him, the heat. The beskar'gam didn't help. "Should've got the air-conditioned one, it was only 699.99. Bloody Trandoshian, raising the prices so hurriedly. I would've bought it, if not for his cheek. It didn't help that I killed him for a bounty after, but oh well." he jested, pulling himself up to his feet, rocking unsteadily as he made his way out of the wreckage. The area was desolate. Sands whipped over dunes with haste, circling into small sand twisters, which curled up into the sky upon finishing their hap-hazard trajectory. The sun was omnipresent, beaming down discordant shafts of everlasting light upon the bleached sands, and it hurt to even look up at the sky. Well, this is bloody lovely. I half expect to be bitten on the arse by a roving plant, that would certainly liven my day.

All of a sudden, his comms cracked and fizzled behind him, in his long abandoned helmet. Scrabbling through the wreckage once more, he grasped the helmet, and sighed, for the communication part was inside the helmet itself, and would damage the helmet if he tore it out. Oh well, he thought as he tore it out. Looking around swiftly for some way to attach it to his armour, Neskar gave up and would just put it inside a container later. It buzzed when it made noise anyway, so he would just have to get it out. Listening closely to the chatter, he sighed, and realised he wasn't alone, and that he wasn't just drunk.

<<Er, yeah. Signing in. Here. On the desert planet. What's the plan? I'd rather not die here, the sun does awful things to my skin. Burning and the like.>>​

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[member="Nolan Detta "][member="Strider Garon"]​

 

[Kara Cabor]

Kara was having a really bad frakkin' day. Her ship - well, not her ship but the shuttle she'd been in - had been shot down with Kara in it. This hadn't been a problem before - although she had worried about it before, when she came to Mandalore hey that rhymed don't give a frakking ounce of osik, it hadn't happened, thankfully. "Okay. Ow."

As Kara's mind returned to the problem at hand, she noticed that her neck really, really hurt. She was pretty sure it wasn't broken, since she was alive and could move her middle finger to express her anger at the slab of metal she was buried under, but it still hurt. Also, she wouldn't be surprised if she'd fractured one of the smaller bones in her foot...

Speaking of being buried, Kara was underneath a couple chunks of metal, but happily her head was free, and her helmet still worked, so she managed to get Garon's transmission. "Kara here. I got one foot and most of the rest be already buried."

[member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Lina Djo]

Somewhere further along the shuttle, Mia came to to the sound of [member="Strider Garon"]'s voice crackling loudly in her ear. Metal beams pressed down against her and pain came rushing within a few seconds of conciousness, throbbing through her head. She grunted and pushed at a metal beam on her chest. It didn't move. She twisted slightly checking looking above her head and curled her hands into fists, the beskar prosthetics slammed upwards, sending a metal sheet flying out into the crash sight. She wriggled her way free of the wreckage and came up on her knees, running a damage check on herself.

A hand reached over her shoulder, finding her beskad still in place. Blasters were clipped to her hip, but somewhere, she'd lost her vornskr scattergun. Her hand moved up to her face, fingers coming away bloody. Crucitorn shifted into action, numbing the pain in her head and giving her a moment to think clearly. "Strider," she caled into the comm "What the frak--" she was cut off as Kara called in saying she was trapped. Climbing to her feet "I'm on my way to you Kara, hold tight." Not that the trapped engineer could go anywhere. She switch the comm link betwen her and Strider to a private one for a moment. "You wanna stay where you are, get people to form up on you? I'll see what stragglers I can get...and weapons. Lost my frakking gun."

[member="Kara Cabor"]

 

[Kara Cabor]

Kara went to nod, remembered, and stopped. "Not like I can go anywhere..." She pointed out wryly, wincing slightly as she shifted to try and free her other hand. The metal creaked ominously, and she froze instantly. Yeah, um...okay. We not gonna do that. I like not bein' crushed into Kara-meal. She decided, and scowled at the metal underneath her helmet. Well, this 's fun.

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Sienna Vekarr]

It was times like these, that mother was right.

He needed to stop eating those nerf burgers.

NO! What was he thinking? These blasphemous thoughts of eating less meat were only a result of copious amounts of blood no doubt flooding to his brain. Blinking several times as the coms exploded in his ears he remembered why he was here. "Jon Swanson reporting in." he said with a grunt, cutting his crash webbing lose with a field knife, falling to the ground with a Umph.

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

Of course a simple diplomatic mission could not go as easily as the briefing had said. This was not particularly surprising to Siobhan Kerrigan given her status as a trouble magnet. This did not make their transport being blasted out of the sky by anti-air fire as soon as they descended through the atmosphere any more pleasant. Even so called 'force gods' were caught off guard at times, which in itself represented an annoying reminder of her own mortality, and so there had been no time to deflect the missile.

The ship had been struck and sent on a nose-dive plummeting downward to the planet. Slowly she came to sprawled in what appeared to be a pile of wreckage. Cold metal beams pressed against her body as she lay underneath a couple chunks of metal that seemed intent on burying her. As consciousness returned to her step by step and her vision cleared pain surged through her body, making her wince as she tried to move to no avail. It appeared some bones had been fractured, a couple more ribs broken. Also her organic leg decided to make its annoyance at its maltreatment known with sensations of pain. Presumably this meant her limp would only get worse, which also meant that [member="Tegaea Alcori"] would be even more reluctant to let her wife go out on adventures!

All in all, this sort of sucked and pissed her off a good deal. She grunted and tried to move, a painful ache throbbing against her head, as the metal chunks refused to budge. Fingers moved with annoying slowness as she checked herself, finding all her limbs still in place, though as her fingers ran over her face they came back bloody. She twisted slightly, trying to wiggle her way out but there was no give. Anger surged through her being and overtook her. Her mind still reeled and her vision was hazy then with an Eldarai curse leaving her lips she suddenly lashed out with a telekinetic surge and unleashed her powers. The metal chunks holding her down were gripped tight by an invisible hand conjured up by her rage and by her power sent flying out over the crash site, being blasted and shredded by the overpowering force explosion that sent the pieces of debris flying and then crashing down upon the ground hard.

Freed of it, Siobhan got to her feet, still feeling rather wobbly on her legs as she staggered. Her lightsabre was still there, so was her bolter, which was good because she was feeling a serious urge to shot someone or something. It was then that she picked up on the comms traffic, having heard [member="Strider Garon"] and then [member="Mia Monroe"]. "Siobhan. I'm fine. Standing again," she grunted as she looked upon the wreckage.

 

[The Upright Man]

Her eyes fluttered open, awaking in the gnarled wreckage of a Gallaar-class Heavy Shuttle. She tossed her head around the cargo bay, noting the others still strapped to the chairs. Most of them were limps with blood running from their ears and lips. A small river of crimson that snaked it's way down the jawline and dripped from the chin. Echoing words penetrated her mind as she recalled the crash. "Damn! Air brake failure! I'm losin' her. Brace for impact!" A voice flickered over the transceiver on her helmet. She unclasped her body, only now realising how poor a choice that was. She was thrown from one side of the ship to the other, slamming against the inner wall of the vessel. The shuttle hadn't crashed on it's belly, but on it's side. Propping herself up, Lily rolled her helmet onto her head. Chhht! “SOUND OFF!!” Chhht!
"Lily Rose reportin'," she said in the transmission to Strider. She plucked herself up and moved to a locker that was currently laying flat on the 'ground.' She leaned over, punching the five digit code. The door swung open, revealing the AMR-1 Anti-Materiel Rifle she was known to use.

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Strider Garon]

So far only seven of his warriors had sounded off, this was not good. Strider sighed in grief at the loss, his mind quickly raced off to survival. IT was their job now to survive and the threat was still out there. Blinking to his private comms He would answer Mia's call " Copy that Mia, I will regroup those that can make it to the cockpit. We can't linger too long, we will be crawling with hostiles very soon and need to collect as much gear as we can before that."

Strider switched to the public channel "Those that can, regroup on me in the cockpit if you can make it. If not, report your location and Mia will come find you".

Strider would then make his way towards the main computer of the ship praying that it was not badly damaged. Looking upon it there was no hope for the computer and no hope at sending off an SOS to Keldabe. They would have to rely on the fact that they will exceed their check in time in one hour and Gil will send a search and rescue team to investigate.

 

[Lina Djo]

"Roger that, Mia out." she replied to Strider and began heading for the rear of the ship, where Kara was likely to be. She didn't try to piece together what had happened, the important thing for them now was to regroup, arm up, get out an SOS and find a good place to hold out. An explosion near by made Mia duck as debris shot out in all directions. The lack of heat in its wake told her who it was before she chimed in on the comms. "Check your temper, Legs." she quipped, amusement clear in her voice. "Nearly took me out."

She clambered through the wreckage to Kara's position, passing at least half a dozen bodies on the way. She swallowed anger and greif. She would recall them later, all of their faces and names and wish them good marching, but for now she had more important things to worry about. Like getting survivors on their feet. She spotted Kara's head popping out from underneath two large metal beams. "Su'cuy Initiate." she said as she approached. "Anywhere significant hurt?"

[member="Kara Cabor"] [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

[member="Mia Monroe"]

"Check my temper? Isn't that the case of the pot calling the kettle? Whatever that means. You know if you got hit I'd kiss it all better!" Siobhan quipped. Unfortunately for her - and much to the disappointment of the femslash fiction writers who were bound to have a site somewhere on the holonet - Mia was straight and seeing someone! The hotness would have perhaps been too much for the board anyway.

Anyhow she had managed to regain her bearings, though her back hurt like hell and her organic leg had still not comprehended its place in things and stopped being a queen to walk with. She looked upon the piles of wreckage that were lying around, then, managing to avoid stumbling, limped through the debris and past a series of corpses towards what she sensed to be Mia's position. Feth, she really needed a drink.

 

[Kara Cabor]

Kara nodded as best she could in response, before pausing to run over her personal inventory. Neck still hurt, and not stiff like she'd expect. Left foot still a pain. "Su'cuy, Field Marshal. Neck and left foot. Nothing broken far I can tell though, and everything still be working right." She added. "Short version - no not really."

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

Coming to it was something of a bad dream. As if someone had beat her over the head with a avail from the black smith forge. Putting her hand to the side where trusted handmaid Rose. Only she felt cold which was odd. Only to open her eyes turning her head to see her lifeless body very much broken.

“SOUND OFF!!”

Feeling a rage come over her now, this was to be a peaceful mission. Talks something she was highly good at. Calum Willamina reporting, what the frak going on.", as got herself undone. Only to find herself lending against side. Looking once more at Rose. "Rest in peace, my dear.",

Finding the door half open. Putting her foot to one side she pulled with the other to open. Feeling the throbbing in her shoulder.

[member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Basaba Willamina]

"I am here." Basaba picked up her helmet and shook her head, looking around and her head was till ringing. "Ah it feels like I drank some of that poodoo Aedan buys." She moved seeing the others and sneering a little while she put her helmet on. The active camo effects activating and her shoulder cannon popping up as the weapon was activated. "Ah give me a weapon." She heard her newest sister speak up and looked towards [member="Countess Calum Teramo"] as she checked the rest of her blades and crushgaunts. She looked up seeing [member="Strider Garon"] "I wish to preform more violence."

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan walked for a while without really looking where he was going. He stopped in time to notice a bulge or two moving under the surface of the sand. What popped out was a pair of sand covered mammalian creatures. Nolan crouched to get a closer look, and activated his holo-recorder to capture details on these creatures. As he observed the small creatures they looked about frantically until they stuck in one direction then dove back under the sand and disappeared. They had been looking west. Nolan noticed a shape moving quickly across the horizon. Then more appeared. Nolan noticed they changed course. Right at him.

"Ah Kark"

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee was in her light armour when she got into escape pod, which then crashed into this rock. She was not expecting this, she did not know where any of the mandalorians where. She was lost on this planet, the escape pod was no use ether. It had no maps or computer system that would help find any other survivors. Is she was wearing her battle gear at least she have comms and try pick some of them. She was alone on this planet, well alone save only the force as her ally and guide.

She began to walk towards what looked like a giant plum of smoke in the sky. With any luck she may find survivors their, though she was being cautious. She new some mandalorians may use this as a chance to kill her, and the locals may not be friendly ether.

 

[Neskar A'toll]

Neskar frowned as he held the now partly mangled transmitter close to his ear. The reception was poor, and would no doubt get poorer. "Should've gone with Galactic Mobile." he muttered harshly. But alas, the poor customer service had driven him away. Regretting past life choices, Neskar spoke both loudly and clearly to be heard through the chatter.

<<Alrighty, Strides, I'll meet you in your office then. See you soon, I'll post you a postcard. Whatever those are.>>

The cockpit wasn't far from his position, he judged. He was in the cargo bay, he recalled, finding his kit. That being said, Neskar thought it would be a better move finding his stuff first.

The equipment was not far. Just where he had left it. Shouldering the kit bag, Neskar raised the transmitter back to his ear and spoke once more.

<<If anyone else needs some help, I'm sure I could aid you and take a tour of the marvellous scenery. Er, Neskar out. Or whatever the professionals say.>>

[member="Strider Garon"] @All

 

[Countess Calum Teramo]

As she made her way to where Strider was could help but here her clan sister just how she gotten through to fit herself in such a small space is wonder to her eyes. [member="Basaba Willamina"] "My sister its is joy that dance in my eyes to see you alive, I also want these sithspawn to pay with their live, dearly as they cause many of good men and women." her mind flashing if she knew this was how these talks would have went then she would never took Rose with her. One of her closest and dear friend now there would be hell to pay for this Innocent blood they had spilled. Hearing a drip drip coming from behind her. turning around to see a small dropplets of blood pooling up.

Unknown to her there was a wound to her shoulder upper blade where a steal rod had placed it self. In her state of mind she could feel nothing of this long piston bolt that most likely came loose from one of the many place that the ship was held together at. Only to reach behind to feel only to have her eyes widen at those that had already gathered in the room. "I..mmm...I..seem...toooo,", her face went pale white only to find herself trying to stay strong not give into what would make her pass out. Right now more then anything they had to make a quick get way before who every shoot their ship down found them.

"I...sssseeeemmmm...to need a med kit...got...one handy.", a she try to put on a weak smile.

[member="Neskar A'toll"] [member="Basaba Willamina"] [member="Strider Garon"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Drip. Drip.

Where am I?

Drip. Drip.

What happened?

Drip. Drip.

Blue eyes slowly fluttered open, trying to focus. The world was upside down, literally. The rhythmic dripping of what seemed to be oil seeped before him, thick and red. Red, oil isn't red. The once hazy gaze slowly began to focus in through panic. That was blood. Was he the one bleeding? No, he could feel his body. There was no injury. So who's blood was it..? Daichi's gaze continued to look around, frantically searching. And he found it.

He was in a small tree, hanging from the branches. Initially he though he was fine. He knew his body well, and through the Force he would normally be able to tell if he was injured. But he was wrong. A tree branch had broken and on his descent he slashed himself on the broken shaft.

Memories flooded then, his mind a blur as he hardly remembered the fight. He was here with the Mandalorians, though why he didn't know prior. Just tagging along, that was all. Yet here he was, dangling from a tree. With a wave of his hand he ripped the vines apart, allowing himself to fall to the ground. This wasn't his best idea, as he slammed against the ground with a large and painful thud.

Sitting up while holding his bleeding side, he looked around. He had been thrown out before the crash. An explosion sent him out the door, and that's the most he could remember. So now he sat under the tree, frowning to himself. He really should of taken a com link sooner.