Freedom through Victory. Victory through Contest. Mandalorian Empire Dominion of Nyriaan HexAA20

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Arena
Objective: Instruct and guide
Allies: ME [member="Adara Raxis"]

Aedan opens his eyes lightly as Adara sits on his lap and he chuckles patting her head before using the force to reach out gently seeming to guide her senses outward while protecting her from certain feelings as well. He guided her senses first to Yasha where she stood fighting in her armor as the force sensed the pain Yasha was in though Aedan leeched it away using it to feed the defenses that had been created around Adara and himself. "Do you feel your Buir now little one? First imagine her faster imagine the energy around you giving her extra speed." As he spoke Aedan manipulated the force his brows furrowed as he focused manipulating the force around someone who was Force Dead was taxing which is why he was doing most of the work. It could be done but the effects wouldn't be as impressive as on anyone else. He made sure to project to Adara everything he was doing to assist her Buir. "Do you feel what I am doing with the energy that surrounds us? Just follow my lead little one and everything will turn out okay."

 

[Adara Raxis]

Location: The Arena
Objective: Run.
Allies: [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] [member="Skorvek"] [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Padran Rodarch"] [member="Hush Sarad"] [member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

“I think I can.” Adara felt out, with Aedan’s help. Slow visions of people filled in with colour, like the colouring she did on her datapad.

Her Buir came into focus, reds and purples and blues. Adara imagined Buir was the fastest woman in the world, right next to the yellow and green blotches of her Baba, her father. They were the fastest and strongest people imaginable. Faster and stronger and safer than anybody or any being in history.

The faith of a child in her parents. She saw the fading purple of Tamar, and held onto Aedan’s arms with frightened fingers.

The brilliant colours of her new friends Mig and Padran, combining with Tuulu’s almost black. The slaves’ who turned to help. The silver sheen of Skorvek. The more Adara concentrated on those brilliant and some dimming colours, the more she tried in a child’s way, to access the Force in a way devoid of her scream.

Battle Meditation began to flicker, even in a child’s mind.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig continued to fight as hard as he could, but his leg was giving him a hard time. Osik, he wished he had learned some Force Healing. Had he just sprained it, or had he legitimately broken his leg? No time to check. He did his best to get back up and fighting, but Mig began to feel the strain of the rough combat. The Mando’ad’jetii felt like he was no good right now. The Mandalorian had always trained to fight with agility, which was limited right now. All he could do was keep blasting, which wasn’t his strong suit. Soon though, something hit him. Almost like a small spark in him. He noticed Aedan and Adara. Was it from them?
[member="Adara Raxis"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Yasha Cadera"]

 

[Padran Rodarch]

Padran felt himself be hit With an invisible wave of something. He guessed it was the force, coming from the child which was now sitting in the middle of the arena. The wave, or rather scream, pushed him abackwards, and made him clutch his ears. It was soon over, and when it was, a man sat nexthe child. It seemed everyone else was fine With it, so Padran didn't think anymore abou it. He was probably a friend of them.

He got back to shooting, trying to keep everyone away from the two sitting in the middle of the arena. But it got hard keeping the attackers away from both those in the middle, and the Group he was With. And it seemed Mig had got hurt, as he was now limping. Padran had hurt gotten hurt in his own leg earlier in the fight, but the pain from that was mostly gone now. For some reason, wounds or other Things healed quickly on him.

Then came the sound of their Mand'alor, telling them reinforcements were coming. Padran screamed in joy when he heard this, but at the same time almost getting shot in his shoulder. He shot the man who shot at his shoulder, killing him. Now he just hoped these reinforcements would arrive quick. His two blasters were near overheating, and then the only weapon he had left was the spear he had used in the start.

[member="Mig Gred"] | [member="Adara Raxis"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Yasha Cadera"] | [member="Kaine Australis"] | [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] | [member="Skorvek"] | [member="Damien"] Starchaser | [member="Hush Sarad"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: The Pit
Objective: Protect
Allies: [member="Padran Rodarch"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Adara Raxis"] [member="Yasha Cadera"]

Aedan grinned as he felt Adara starting to use Battle Meditation and left it to her focusing on supporting her actions partially while the rest of his mind reached out starting to boost the healing of those injured in support of them. He also grasped at the weapons that were being fired at them tearing half of them away from them and scattering them at the feet of those fighting alongside Mand'alor. Turning his attention to the injured Mig Aedan channeled the force into him focusing on the injury making sure that for a time it would not give out on him.

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Stardust was feeling that exhaustion, even with the battle meditation helping her the battle was beginning to wear her down as she switch to a blaster firing at anyone dating to charge at her

feth....we gotta end this soon

She said panting as she looked up to yasha and listened letting a breath of relief out as the gladiators started fighting with them as stardust roared and charged for the slavers feelimg renewed energy to finish this fight as she ran one through. Out of the corner a slaver stabbing at her only catching her blaster arm as she cursed and stabbed with the other as she let a battle cry out

 

[Yasha Cadera]

Location: Arena Shield
Objective: Destroy Opposition
Allies: [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] [member="Skorvek"] [member="Damian Starchaser"] [member="Mig Gred"] [member="Padran Rodarch"] [member="Hush Sarad"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

“Oy, aye, Ma’am I got something you’ll like. Them messages… I found their source, didn’t I?” The AI peppered into Yasha’s comm. Yasha snapped her gaze up to the viewing platform hovering above them.

“I’ve got an idea how!” The battle roared round her. Yasha breathed through the pain in her side, leaving the denizens of the arena’s stands to their folly. Somehow it was easier to move. Invigorating. She rushed upward. Stardust would have her back.

In her HUD, distance pings be-told of Mandalorian reinforcements breaking through the Nyriaani skyline.

“Oya, Mand’alor! Better late than never, eh!?” A booming familiar voice bit at the silence in Yasha’s head.

“Ginnie! Get your pink-plated backside over here! My guys are wounded and armour-less!” Yasha leapt onto the top riders, cutting the slavers down in her way with hammer and katar. She rushed up an engineer’s skyloft ladder, reaching the highest point on the arena she could.

“Naked Mandos!? Hazard the thought! We got you, courtesy of Clan Verd & Clan Cadera!” The gunships strafed through viewing platforms with the vigour of their for’ard guns, blasting through the ‘higher ups’ with a destructive glee. “Oy, I see you, Yash!”

“I need to make that platform!” Yasha yelled, launching herself into the air as a speck of grey and black rushed her. It was Ginnie, and her bes’uliik. Ginnie grabbed Yasha’s gauntlet clad hand and nodded her pink buy’ce.

“Alleyoop!” Ginnie torqued her bes’uliik on its’ axis, using the force to send Yasha careening into the platform. Tuulu rushed from the arena floor to the air, in his cycle owl form. He chased the form of Mand’alor, screeching into the crowded platform as the ruling council of the Nyriaans fired and clambered for their guns.

“SHOOT HER! Shoot her now!” the voice from the loudspeaker happened to be a Nemoidian with a terrible hat. He went over in a

“Which one of you is in charge?” Yasha pointed her hammer, the auto-cannon on her shoulder aimed at the ready.

“Fire! Fire! Fire!” A human in a leather duster jacket shoved people in front of him. The auto-cannon became a blur as Yasha cut a swath through them all.

“Sir… Hey Dono, sir! We’ve still got the other kid, you want us to keep him in the room, or… sir? Sir, yo!” The comm crackled. Yasha leapt on the platform’s remaining denizens with Tuulu’s help.

She removed the man named Dono’s head from his shoulders, as MOMALOR took the platform down to the level of the slavers. The Mandalorian reinforcements hit the arena with utter destruction.

Shields, weapons, Mandalorians swooped to protect the arena survivors. Ginnie’s forces cut a swath through the slavers, sweeping through the entire facility without restraint.

“So Yash. Missing a kid?” Ginnie’s voice echoed in Yasha’s Comm, with the scurrying voice of her on Reyn. “He was sequestered in a room of toys, guards at the doors are dead, but he’s peachy. Ain’t you, bud?”

“Ginniiieeee! No leave! Toys! Toys, Ginnie, no leave!” Reyn’s voice released the tension in Yasha’s shoulders. Yasha laughed as she held the head of the Nyriaan leader aloft.

"Oh thank Kad. Kain'ik! Get to Reyn!"

“NYRIAAN WARRIORS!” Yasha roared. “You have been found wanting. Lay down your arms, or be destroyed. It is clear you are incapable of living autonomously so close to Mandalorian borders.

So I shall take you and your destructive little contest-world into my Empire… and you…

shall..

be….

changed.”

Cruisers and ships from the fleet above, now alerted to the predicament, began to blast across the planet, rushing the slaver fortifications, who did not immediately surrender.

Nyriaan as an independent state was no more.

 

[Mig Gred]

Mig fought hard, his leg all of a sudden felt better. Strange. Must have either been Adara or the dar'jetii (not Jedi). He continued fighting, aiming at every slaver he saw before hearing a sound that was music to his ears. Repulsors! Gunship! "Meg mesh'la kebi! (What a beautiful thing!)" The alor quickly waved down to one of the gunships before lifting Tamar up again, and quickly getting her to one of the ships. Take her to the gunship, he handed her off, saying "She needs emergency add! Get her out of here, I have one last thing to attend to." Mig then walked towards the entrance to the arena floor.

The alor stalked into the inner workings of the arena, asking a couple of vod on the way if they found the where their weapons and armor were. Once he finally made his way to the room, now limping again, he found his prize. His Trayc'kad and armor. Mig quickly grabbed them, noticing lightsaber scorches on the floor. Idiots! It was then that two other weapons caught his eye. A pair of weapons all to familiar with him. Trayc'kal! What were those doing here? That must have meant.... Osik! They were old. Long before his time, but still. He quickly picked up his gear, and the two old weapons, and walked out, leaving the others to get their own gear.

That was it. Nyriaan was Mandalor's now. Aboard a cruiser, Mig walked out from from one of the medical bay. The doctors told him to be careful with it for a week or two, which wasn't the best news, but better than nothing. The Mando'ad quickly looked for Kaine and Yasha. Hoping at least one of them was on the cruiser with him. If he did manage to one of the two, he quickly approached, and spoke up. "Hey. You know, it was rough down there. That girl of yours is a tough one. And, well, this is the highest honor I can give anyone. A pair of Trayc'kal. One for you, and one for your riduur (spouse). Keep them, pass them on, use them yourselves. Whatever you fell is best." Mig then just smiled, heading out to his bunk until a Gred vessel could come pick him up and take him back to Concord Dawn. It was finally over. But Mig would be more careful from now on.

[member="Yasha Cadera"] [member="Padran Rodarch"] [member="Adara Raxis"] [member="Stardust Australis Skirae"] [member="Kaine Australis"] [member="Skorvek"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

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Location: Exiting Space over Nyriaan
Objective: Rain down fire on all those that would assume to take the Mand'alor or Mandalorians as slaves

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He wasn't sure what the call was about, but it didn't really matter. When the call came from the Mand'alor for reinforcements the Mandalorian Empire scrambled. The first wave thankfully was sent by Ginnie but other, less agile ships were not so quick to deploy. Nyriaan was famous for its gladitorial arena. While he wasn't sure what the Mand'alor hoped to accomplish there (he had a feeling it had something to do somewhat with her bleeding heart), whatever it was had failed miserably. Or at least that's all Gil could assume. Mandalorians were imprisoned, forced to fight in the arenas.

The bridge of the Preserver was bustling with activity, more than usual despite its skeleton crew. Stretched stars danced over Gil's black visor as they moved through hyperspace. All around them Mandalorian fighters new and old flew through the bright blue, star stretched expanse. Then stars began to take shape again, blue faded to black and Nyriann was in sight. All at once fighters fell on the orbital station and turbolaser fire rained down on the meager defense force the planet held. A half dozen Rekr-class heavy cruisers dropped out beside the Preserver. A few Bothan Assault Cruisers, a Golan Defense Platform and two ancient battleships (which were basically space stations now due to their aged and malfunctioning engines) stood between the might of the Mandalorians and their Mand'alor and nothing was going to stop them. It seemed as if the Mand'alor had really stumbled upon a powerful slave empire.

Gil stepped forward a few steps and peered out of the viewports. The planet was essentially surrounded with Mandalorian ships. The Fenn Skirata and the Spear of Botajef, two Legacy-Class battlecruisers dropped out of hyperspace. They were followed by two shiny, new Crusader-Class Dreadnoughts, the Pitiless Spirit and the Shadow of Intent. This was their debut battle and the sharp lines and unmolested paint jobs drew the eyes from some of the bridge crew. Even Gil could barely hold back a grin behind his helmet. They had all come from various systems, rushed at the call of the Mandalore.

The slavers didn't stand a chance. Bothan Assault Cruisers, while formidable in numbers, didn't stand up to the might of the super star destroyer and the large Mandalorian fleet that had come with it. Dozens of the turbolasers of the Preserver lanced out at one of the cruisers and cracked it like a warra nut. The holo display before him indicated that the Shadow of Intent had also fired nearly all of its weapons into one of the assault cruisers and blasted it to slag. To his left he could see the light from one of the Rekr-class cruisers brought by the Mandalorians as the Golan's turbolasers wrecked havoc on its shields and hull, blasting chunks of starship into the inky black of space. He returned his gaze to the battle unfolding before him. They would surrender soon. No sane captain would willingly throw everything away for slaves or pride. The mandalorians outnumbered and outgunned the small slaver force 10,000 to 1 and soon as retribution the planet would be theirs and Yasha would use the opportunity to free all of the slaves, further bolstering their numbers.

He felt a little sorry for the slavers as turbolaser fire demolished their cruisers and peppered their battleships. The Mandalorian response was probably far too over the top, but the Mand'alor was in danger and so everyone and their mother came. He wouldn't be surprised if more Mandalorian ships began flooding the system in the next few minutes. From the ground the massive Mandalorian dreadnoughts could be seen, which likely brought fear to the slavers and arena owners. The slave rebellion was over now. The Mandalorians just needed to wait for the chain of command to fold like DX battle droids.

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[Quoron Cadera]

Location: On the bridge of the Pitiless Spirit
Objective: Use the new toys to save the day and fix the problems
Allies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"] [member="Yasha Cadera"]
Enemies: Slavers
Resources: Assorted ships the Pitiless Spirit, and Shadow of Intent

The Mandalorian grand fleet dropped out of hyperspace after being called to save those trapped on the surface. This would be Quoron's most impressive command, never before had he stood on the bridge of such beautiful creation of destruction. He saw the fleet and, for the first time in his career, saw the Mandalorian's Super Star Destroyer. Before he had too much time to admire the scene the Shadow of Intent and the fighters accompanying the ship laid into the slaver fleet. As this began the slaver fleet, if one could call it that, began to crumble. The sheer volume of fighters began to rip through the Assault Cruisers and hack away at the defenses of the larger ships.

The commander tapped on his arm indicating that he wanted to open a hail to the slavers to send a message. In the moments before the channel opened Quoron saw the folly of slavery and those of such low ilk to employ it. ~"Greetings I am Commander Quoron Mantis of the Mandalorian Navy. You have made a grave mistake in resisting our people and for such actions, you will be rewarded. I know your kind and I despise every last one of you and yearn for the day when all peoples will be free. I would offer you the luxury of leaving this with your lives intact but you forfeited that choice long ago. The last sights you see will be the introduction of our newest dreadnought, your deliverance is soon at hand."~ With that he ordered all fire from the dreadnoughts to be brought to bear on the Lucrehulks and commanded the fighters immobilize and destroy the weapon platforms.

This sight was glorious and beautiful. He pressed more buttons on his arm to signal to the various craft to send in transports to collect the Mandalorians. In space, the day was won but the day was still far from over.

~"Gill, I love the new toys, they work wonders. They will be magnificent in the days to come."~​

~"Yasha, transports are incoming to collect those who need collecting and those that need freedom. This is a glorious day for our people, let all those who are able to rejoice to do so for we have won!"~ ​