Going home

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Skorvek"] [member="Startorn"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Ginnie Dib"]

Winking, she put her helmet on and let it seal, lekku armor extending and sealing those as she popped he neck and stood up slowly letting her massive 7 foot form be engulfed in the light

this patrol, their garrisons nearby, and the forges...let's do this!!!

Muad went out, then her old friend skorvek, soon the dragon looked to the patrol on the other side of the wall, focusing the force on the cracks she stepped back and ran through the wall as she grabbed two and slammed them head first down. The remaining two stumbled about and tried to get their guns up were met with a roar of flames engulfing and igniting them causing them to fall and begin rolling

ANY WHO DARE WISHES TO DEFEND THESE CRETEN SHALL PERISH! STAY OUR OF MY WAY OR DIE!

She roared, quickly clearing the streets around her as she looked to that flag and started stomping towards it, drawing her westars as she fired at a few Sith patrols arriving not caring that blaster bolts pinged off her armor. A guard tried to charge her was met with a solid fist of beskar to the face before being shot several times

That flag would burn before she left

 

[Startorn]

Startorn facepalmed, "do these people have no brains? Ugh" he grumbled blasting a hole in the ceiling with his flames and shot his grapple up to a pole, he got on the roof and pulled out his rifle laying down sniping the Solder's that came giving a little relief to [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] as she made her way to the flag, he also noticed something that made him want all the people of this planet to burn, they were running away, and screaming, he shook his head, for years he had said if Mandalor would be freed it wouldn't go to these fakes that inhabited his planet, it would go to the true Mandalorians, the ones who still followed the way of the Mandalor, the way of the Warrior, of which the people here no longer did, and what he saw here affirmed hi beliefs even more

[member="Skorvek"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Ginnie Dib"]

 

[Muad Dib]

The two men crashed through the wall and fell hard to the ground with Muad landing on top. They skidded several meters into the dwelling before hitting the wall. The Sith soldier tried to wrestle his rifle from between them, but the Mando gave him a keldabe kiss, shattering the soldier's nose with the impact of the T visor. But he wasn't done. Rage pent up sought and escape and Muad continued slamming the face of his buy'ce into his enemy over and over and over again. Finally he stopped and used the soldiers own jacket to wipe the bone shards and blood from the visor’s slit before standing.

The comlink attached to the soldier's ear chirped and so the Mando scanned the frequency. Finding the channel he gave a short wave broadcast to the other mando'ade in the immediate vicinity. Reports came in with a group of ten soldiers breaking off from their rounds of the ruined palace grounds to investigate. A cold grin stretched across his face as he spied a set of wooden stairs along a side wall. He took off, climbing them three at a time. Three flights up and he kicked open the door to the roof, barely slowing in the process.

Upon the roof he paused momentarily as the city of Sundari stretched out before him. Ruin and disrepair littered the landscape. It wasn't that the Sith hadn't tried to renovate and rebuild, it was just that the mando'ade had left and the ones who remained we're broken shells of empty husks. He felt a dull ache within his chest.

Sundari wasn't home, but the very ground it had been built on was Manda'yaim, the very planet of the vode. She fed us, armored us with her life's blood. She taught her people how to work, fight, and even love. She was the beating heart of a mandalorian, and now she was being defiled once more. His eyes scanned the horizon seeing the city for what it was. A cancer that threatened to spread and kill every single cell of the mando'ade. Sometimes all you could do was cut out the cancer and cauterize the wound.

The HUD pinged and he saw the approaching soldiers only a few blocks away. A snarl escaped as he felt the rage, pain, and complete frustration overwhelm him. With a burst of speed he sprinted for the ledge and leaped, soaring over the alley and landed upon the neighboring roof. Continuing to run he ducked some electrical wires, baseball slid under some kind of cage that contained some animal that was chirping. Nearing the second ledge he leapt while speaking on an open channel with negligible signal strength to ensure the other mandalorians heard, but not any further.

“Patrol coming from the north. Ten. They came from near where the palace had stood. Oya, ner vode, oya”

The third roof was lower than the previous two, so he went into a freefall several meters. His boots hit the gently sloping roof, his knees buckling under the impact. His torso bent forward and he tucked his shoulder in order to roll through. His legs kicked out at the end of the roll that launched him once more to his feet.

An unearthly, primordial howl of rage and defiance echoed from his external speakers as he reached the end of the roof. He dove headfirst into the street and the midst of the soldiers who had no time to react, save to flinch noticeably.

Muad crashed into the center of them, rolling from his momentum as he sent several soldiers flying. He rolled.to his feet and leapt into two of the soldiers who had enough training that the were already raising their rifles. They were no green horns, their reaction thanks to muscle memory. But unfortunately for them that made them the biggest threat for the madman.

He made to tackle them, dragging them to the ground beneath him. Closing the fingers tight and making a small fist he punched down directly into the soldier’s windpipe. He got the satisfying feeling of the windpipe being crushed. The other man had begun to draw his vibeoblade but the madman slapped the blade away and reached down grasping the enemy’s chin in one hand and the back of the head with the other. With a laugh, he jerked the head, twisting it a complete three hundred and sixty degree angle. At this time the other six had gathered their senses and raised their rifles as Muad rolled from his position and over two of the soldiers he had crashed upon dodging the hail of blaster bolts.


[member="Startorn"] I [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"] I [member="Skorvek"] I [member="Ginnie Dib"]

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

She was having another headache the tearing of her mind as if time had somehow changed forcing her to live through the changing waves.

Add in that somewhere Maudie was in a fight. Their bond shimmered with activity. My god Maudie what are you doing. She lifted her hand as she lay in her bed on board the dark avenger

Tobias. Hannibal. Where are you? She shook her head.

Slowly she rose up. She would have to go and. Ow.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

“Then they burn too.” Ginnie kept walking, through the growing firefight and the cacophony of the battle in its’ beginnings. Her shotgun sat poised in her arms, but Ginnie didn’t fire.

She was on Mandalore.

The planet itself, Manda’yaim, the great mother gave Ginnie the body she had now. This was the place of her resurrection, and Ginnie required little in the way of scanners or passive glances to know where any which thing was.

She could feel the pulse of the place, like a sort of breathing.

In the thick, Ginnie’s scattergun raised. She fired into what seemed an ineffectual wall. Flak veered out from the blast, the scream of a Sith trooper cessated by tumbling debris. The only target Ginnie had was the beskar smithy, and as she raged forward, the footsteps imprinted on the ground behind her caught fire.

“Get off my planet.” The ground rumbled beneath her, a building quiver as Ginnie began to rush for the smithy, her scattergun going off again. Again.

Her blood pumped in her veins, as flickers of flame began to echo off her aura. Maybe the widowed mother of two did need to have a bit of fun.

[member="Startorn"] [member="Muad Dib"] @Stardus Solus Skirae [member="Skorvek"]

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

Maudie's last coordinates had him on Mandalore. Why was he back there? Didn't he remember what happen the last time he went there....she was going to beat him soundly.....oh wait she couldn't he'd like that...no..she'd find another way to express her displeasure. Oh oh...and he had Ginnie with him. They were suppose to be helping her was this helping???

She rolled her ship in an attempt to ease her frustrations. The atrisians marking on it would alert anyone that she wasn't of Mandalore but then who was anymore. For a moment she thought of her family, her father who she missed more than anyone could know. She still felt the emptiness of where her brother held a presence.

"Kark" she whispered. She moved through to hyperspace she'd be there soon, she hoped the two of them had puppets waiting.

[member="Ginnie Dib"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Startorn"] | [member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]​

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

[member="Arabella Darkhold"] [member="Ginnie Dib"] [member="Muad Dib"] [member="Startorn"] [member="Skorvek"]

Chaos, fire, and death

This all surrounded stardust, however it was such a familiar element stardust paid little to no mind to it. Only those that dared to try and stop her got her attention as she made her way for that flag and to the beskar storage so she could raid them and take some home!

A pike thrusted put, however she ducked underneath it and grabbed pulling the attacker towards her and head butted him as she took the pike and slammed it down into him and then turned as a blaster hit her left pauldran and made her rock a bit as she got into cover

fething hell....I cant...

She watched a blaster bolt fly over head and smacked a man, looking up she saw startorn and gave a thumbs up as she hopped put and charged roaring as she inhaled and then exhaled stopping as she blew a massive fireball up to the flag, wtaching the flames engulf and light it up as she grabbed the mandalorian flag and bundled it up holding it close as she put it away in her bag and looked to the stores

Those were next

 

[Skorvek]

Well leave it to [member="Muad Dib"] to jump into the proverbial fire and cause mayhem but for now he just kept slashing and sending sith soldiers into various surfaces he was mainly making his way to the forge trying to keep up with [member="Ginnie Dib"] who was enjoying her self it seems already. He kept his distance incase she wanted to set everything around her on fire but he didnt keep to far from her as he sent a squad flying through several walls as he kept moving, the sith took their home from them so its only fair he give them somethign to remember them by.[member="Stardust Solus Skirae"][member="Arabella Darkhold"]

 

[Muad Dib]

Six sith troopers against a single mandalorian. Barely seemed fair. But Muad wasn't willing to wait for the troopers to have reinforcements arrive. He had places to overthrow, people to reeee, schemes to do. And so instead of continuing to use the dead troopers as a shield he instead used them for offense. Gripping both corpses from their necks he tossed them at the clustered group of shooting troopers even as he nearly shook his head at the poor tactical decision to stay clustered tightly.

The dead crashed into the living and all went to the ground in a dishevelled heap of interlocked limbs. Muad almost felt pity upon them even as his beskad slipped from its sheath and tasted the blood of the fallen. With the grisly and ridiculously easy task completed he cleaned the blade before sheathing it while looking for the next spot of fun. Gripping the rusted ladder leading to the roof the mandalorian climbed rung after rung to the top.

Feet hit the roof and he straightened looks across the city. Below Ginnie Dib ran for the fallen forge creating havoc in her path even as the great anubian Skorvek followed parallel to her with no less deadly intent toward the enemy soldiers. His head turned and he watched Stardust Solus Skirae reclaim the true flag while decimating the enemy and their own banner. Startorn lent assistance in the form of righteous violence.

What was Mandalore? What was the Mando'ade?

Right here.
In this moment.
It became clear.

It wasn't about the planet that armored them with her life blood, the precious ore called beskar. It wasn't the people who lived on Manda'yaim under the umbrella of being mando'ad. It wasn't the language spoken. It wasn't even the clans with alors standing proud. It was right here before him in raw beauty. The spirit of Manda'yaim, of the mando'ade, of the aliit breathed through the figures below. The unquenchable fire of will. The indomitable presence that refused to be destroyed. The belief that it wasn't the aliit or the clans that made them strong, but that each and every mandalorian was a vod, that they were all brothers and sisters no matter the sigil worn upon their beskar'gam.

Ba'jur, beskar'gam,
Ara'nov, aliit,
Mando'a bal Mand'alor-
An vencuyan mhi.

Each tenet rang at the core of the mando'ade, and yet you could keep every aspect and be denied the Manda in the afterlife because while you technically kept the tenets, you denied the core truth.

It was about living together, celebration and sorrow. It was about sharing the very core of strength that built the people that became one of the most feared races of the galaxy. And not through genetics or organic abilities. But through sheer strength of will, force of character, unity of spirit. Through teaching, growing, and becoming something greater than the sum of our individual parts.

Even as he looked down and felt the stirring within his chest he gazed upon the ruination of Sundari and the soulless people who wore the trappings of the mando'ade, giving lip service but denying the spirit. It was nauseating and blasphemous.

Above the city the dome curved over the inhabitants. And at the top rested a large facility that inhabited criminals and enemies of the mandalorians in times past. The Royal Prison. A smile drifted to his lips as an idea began to form even as the soft caress of his riduur’s presence, Arabella Darkhold , whispered that she was nearing.

 

[Ginnie Dib]

Fething Sith and putting their cracked toes in her earth. Her dirt. Those stroopers’ boots were on the ground of Ginnie’s Mandalore. Skorvek on her side, Muad Dib causing his level of shenanigans, Stardust Solus Skirae spitting fire, it was almost a perfect picture of the mayhem of pished off Mando’ade.

A gaggle of troopers fired at Skorvek and Ginnie, rushing at closer range as one with a heavy repeater sauntered a grounded step at a time into the fray. On Ginnie’s ground.

Manda’yaim.

The same ground Rhaegar used to resurrect and recreate her, a whole and ferocious child of Manda. Heavy repeater bolts slammed into her chestplate, pinging off beskar as Ginnie rocked back and dropped her scatter gun. A growling roar pushed through her throat as she fell back on elbows and knees, repeater bolts slapping into her helmet like RhaeRhae as a three year old waking Mommy with a hangover. Her gloves dug into the soil. Her soil.

And Ginnie got mad. A wave of nostalgic grief sensible through the Force ripped through the ground as Ginnie bellowed inhuman and tore the ground open. The chasm started with the parting of her gloves in the dirt, rocking forward into a schism in the very crust of the planet. Troopers fell screaming, the ground no longer accepting their presence. Staggering to her feet, Ginnie ripped at her beloved planet, and the chasm widened, taking troopers and ruined buildings with it, crumbling inward as an offering to the mother who let her rest eternal, and breathed into her once again.

The schism tore into the foundation of the Forge, as Ginnie surged forward, the ground of Manda’yaim always meeting this wild thing’s feet.

Arabella Darkhold

 

[Arabella Darkhold]

The problem with flying is that you think you're going as fast as you can and no matter how fast it is it is never fast enough to get you there. Its the constant 'are we there yet' chant in your head becoming as annoying as it was when you first uttered it as a child.

She was closer and in her bond she felt it a shimmer of his warmth, a glimmer of what he was thinking, but most it was all about his emotions.

She was on the edge of the system coming in it would only be minutes and she'd be on the ground. She would need to focus all of her energy on where he was to even get close.

Maudie...I'm coming..

Muad Dib | Ginnie Dib