Invasion Gravity - BotM Invasion of Enclave Held Rothana

[Valgus Ren]

+ C I N D E R P A G E C L A I M +

ROTHANA | SHIPYARDS
ALLIES: Maw
ENEMIES: Enclave
ENGAGING: Domina Prime
GEAR: Lightsaber | Imbued Armour | Robes

CINDER​

The crimson blade crackled as the Figure watched the creature carefully, giving no visible reaction to her words. ”They are as inconsequential to me as they are to you… just like your Vode.” He spoke up as she readied herself. They marched towards each other with bloodthirsty intent, both ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

She finally made the first move, bringing her axe down towards him with immense power, but the Figure merely came to a halt as he waited for her strike to land.

The axe came down, but as it bit into him, it struck nothing but smoke and embers as the Figure vanished into thin air. Almost immediately afterward, he appeared in a cloud of smoke and fire with his blade driving forward, hoping to stab into the gaps of her armour.

He didn’t waste a second as he lunged back and used the force to rip a durasteel panel off the wall, swinging its jagged edge to the creature’s neck. ”Dima, is it?” He spoke up as he watched her with an emotionless visor. He charged again with sword at the ready, delivering immensely powerful blows with deceptively skilled barbarism. Strikes at her legs, moving up to parry her axe before aiming at her stomach. ”How far has the Mandalorian people fallen to allow such an abomination into their ranks?” His wretched voice rumbled as he continued to push his onslaught against her.

 

[Sisserith]

Location: South of Maintenance Facilities, Administrative Sector, Orbital Shipyards - Orbit of Rothana
Allies: BotM (Darth Mori Dimitri Voltura Darth Mori Valgus Ren)
Enemies: ME ( Romul Saxon Kragr Krayt Domina Prime The Quartermaster ) │ GA ( Yenna )
Direct Engagement: Faison Kelborn

The Sithspawn’s sharp ears could quite easily process the unmistakable clunking of Mandalorians clad in their heavy beskar with an inhuman ease, but…

She couldn’t hear him. Not very well, at least.

The Seseli who had seen fit to engorge himself on the corpse of his latest kill was easily cut down by advancing Mandalorians, but he wasn’t of much concern to Sisserith, especially now that he was dead. Rather, her concern was him, the Mandalorian clad in dark armor that was uncomfortably quiet even to her hypersensitive ears, though not to the point of dead silence. She could still get a vague triangulation of the Mandalorian’s position via auditory cues, but that hadn’t been enough for her to anticipate his sudden ambush, compelling the Sithspawn to throw her body into a flying lateral somersault (also known as dodging left!) that carried her five meters to the aforementioned side.

Nevertheless, she had still been shot.

Fortunately, it was only a grazing hit on her left flank, but it would cause a minor burn and the pain was intense enough that it drew a sharp gasp from Sisserith’s lips. She had only been protected from further damage by her bodysuit’s miniaturized energy shield projectors, mitigating what otherwise might have been a severe, fourth-degree burn.

In spite of the pain, Sisserith managed to somewhat balance herself as she landed the flying somersault. She immediately returned the favor with a pair of defensive snap shots fired from both her pistols and aimed in the Mandalorian’s direction, unleashed with such blistering speed that they even pushed the limits of a Seseli’s lightning-fast reflexes. As such, the Sithspawn couldn’t expect any degree of accuracy, but her goal was to force the Mandalorian to stop firing and potentially set him on the defensive so that she could follow up with a more offensive attack!

 

[The Runt]

'Runt'
Scar Hounds/New Sith Order​

Location: Section 3, Orbital Docks, Rothana
Objective: Seize the station
Equipment: Dread Blade, Basic Blasters, Basic Armour w/ vacuum seal

Spoiler: Armour

Vulcan Krayt

The rickety boarding craft smashed into the shipyards.

Over a dozen repurposed transports crashed into the hull of the shipyards, sending massive stresses along this section. Yet even this impact would not even register as a risk to the shipyards, so large were they. The Mandalorians were already prepared, warriors rushing towards the breached sections to repel the Mawite invaders.

Cutting through the defenders were the Scar Hounds on one of these transports, charging forth heedless of danger. Crashing into melee combat, their blades and heavy blasters cut through the defenders, nullifying their technological and blaster advantage. Within minutes the landing zone was cleared. At its head was Runt, pushing a slain Mando off his body, blaster still smoking.

"Reorganise into your squads and move according to the plan: Scrapper, Hogshead, bring your groups and fan out to the other breached sections. Vanguard group, with me into the control station."

The Scar Hounds yelled a war cry that echoed through the stale recycled air of the station before charging in their respective directions. It was up to the Mandos to stop them now.

 

[Khamul Kryze]

The Unchained

Engaging: Romul Saxon

Loadout: Mandalore's Lament, Regret, beskar'gam

Wraith

Dropships were always a bumpy ride, no matter how many times one had taken a moment to endure the journey within them. They presented a big target to a defending force, and though the pilots of Death's Hand were quite skilled, some would inevitably fall to the shipyard's defenders before ever having the chance to reach their target. Generally, one might feel a modicum of concern for the fallen, but not the Unchained. He was born to bring his people back to a place of strength, and to stoke the fires of war within their very hearts. Those that died would find themselves judged by the will of the Manda, and should they be found wanting, then perhaps they were never worthy of donning their beskar.

Khamul's dropship rocked from glancing fire, causing a mild discomfort to those who were aboard as they made their way for Dockyard Besh. Those within had maintained an eerie level of silence during their descent, taking the time to double check their gear in the moments they had before landing. Taking the planet was never going to be easy, even a fool could see that. Despite this, Death's Hand would do all they could to rip this place from the misguided thorn in their side that was the Enclave. Their wrath would be swift, and their judgment absolute. Those that were worthy would rise, and the weak would fall as they always had.

Finally, the silence was broken as they neared their target, calling for the prompt attention of all onboard.

"Sir, ten seconds out. Ready on your signal."

Khamul stood from his seat, his hulking visage pushing its way toward the door.

"You all know what to do. Spare no one. And should we encounter the Alor of Clan Saxon... his head belongs to me."

A brief pause followed, with each of his faithful taking one last breath before the plunge...

"Now."

The door of the dropship flew open, and the Demon and his brethren jumped out into the chaos of the fight below.

 

[Darth Ptolemis]

Location: Rothana, Sector D-84 (on map)
Nearby: Ada Infernum Sinestra Kranak Vizsla Valery Noble
Equipment in bio.

Engaging: Shai Maji

catharsis​

The shadowy spear carved through the chilled air between the Mandalorian and the Sith Lord just as fast as a blaster bolt, but the masked stranger's nimble opponent dropped from the high wall right in time to avoid suffering the crushing consequences of this rare form of Sith sorcery. The unholy bolt darted by her and the bridge wall, quickly disappearing into the bright blue sky, far over the horizon.

But neither his opponent, nor the Sith wasted time to act. It was as expected of seasoned warriors like those in the Enclave. They were truly unique enemies. As the Mandalorian flew toward the other stone wall that lined the bridge, so did the Sith Lord roll to the middle of the snowy road, spring to his feet and subsequently unleash hatred upon the rocket wrist-fired by the airborne warrior; the masked stranger swiftly extends his arm and fingertips, and a single, loud torrent of lightning strikes the approaching warhead, exploding it mid-air in a spectacular fashion.

The shockwave-bubble melts and even scorches the ground below somewhat, splinters of the projectile's housing riding atop its fire and mushroom-cloud, tattering the occultish garments of the Sith, even making skin lacerations on his legs. Like fuel, the pain sprawls through his entire body immediately. The Mandalorian addresses him, now standing on the opposite wall.
​

”Feelin’ mighty free where I’m standing.”

And just like that, she's airborne again, flying along arced vectors to make targeting her difficult, while raining down golden particle bolts at the Sith Lord standing solemnly below. In an instant, the pitch-black durite hilt of his profaned weapon is dragged into his waiting palm, and the beautiful, solid crimson beam of his single-bladed lightsaber erupts into their contrastive, white surroundings. In a blur of motion and oversized clothing the Sith Lord deflects the faster-than-usual pistol projectiles, knowing full well that reflecting them would amount to just as much – nothing. Their mighty beskar has a reputation for a reason. Again and again the bolts shriek and crash, but are averted due to the precognitive senses of THE BLASPHEMER LORD PTOLEMIS.​

”You forget whose planet you’re on. So why don’t you turn around and get back in that hole you came from, huh?”

This one thought themselves witty. This one knew not the danger she faced, the spider that lurked on the edges of the web. The pain from his legs amplified the Sith Lord's fury, and so his own strength flared within accordingly. It was time to express this power he'd gained under the tutelage of his new and mighty master, the Dark Voice herself, Darth Mori – the one that chose him as her Shadow Hand, making him the New Sith Order's second-in-command.

Sliding abruptly to the side, Darth Ptolemis lowers his saber for a moment, and thrusts his free arm at one of the walls in front of him; in a claw-grip, his wrist jerks, and crowned by a foreboding, rumbling sound, an entire half of the massive stone wall breaks off and lifts into the air behind the airborne warrior.

– This is only the beginning, Mandalorian. – The Shadow Hand Ptolemis simply swipes left in the air with his arm, through which he channels his profound understanding of telekinesis, in an attempt to swat the guardian from the air with overwhelming force.​

 

[Domina Prime]

"Whats a king to a god, What is a god to a nonbeliever?"
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ALLIES: Yenna | Kragr Krayt | Other Shipyard Mandos
ENEMIES: Valgus Ren | Sisserith | Dimitri Voltura | Other Mawites
ENGAGING: Valgus Ren
LOCATION: Rothana | Orbital Station, Base Level

A puff of smoke exploded into a surrounding mist as the creatures weapon came down on nothing. Just as expected, another godling to afraid to fight properly. The axe slammed into the wall and immediately cleaved through its steel, upon his vanishing those five eyes traced and swarmed to find what he'd do next, where he'd appear as the bloodied corpses surrounding them filled the hall with a scent of decay.

"Tsk, magic tricks magic tricks. It's all your kind have. This one expected nothing less~" She huffed, slowly turning herself around as suddenly he came roaring forward, attempting to drive his blade between what few gaps her armor displayed, striking her and causing Dima to scoff, throwing her arm outward to meet the blade, her clawed fingers smacking the blade from its target as she turned to face him again, back peddling as the two lashers behind her moved forward, each eye tracing his hands movements from his strikes, each lasher whirled forward to parry each blade strike, knocking the trajectory of his strike off course as the blade struck into her back rather than anywhere damaging, meeting pure beskar as the clashing with the scales allowing Dima to fully focus on defense as he came at her with a flurry of blows.

And then, in a moments pause the godling called for his god and his god answered, granting him the power to begin completely tearing a panel of durasteel from the very walls around him before he called out to Dima.

"How far has the Mandalorian people fallen to allow such an abomination into their ranks?" He hissed, tossing the junk towards her neck. And just as it came to make contact with her flesh a lasher of hers slashed outward towards the steel, splitting through its center and shaving its mass in half before her tail moved in next to literally PIERCE through the steel AS it smacked into her body, throwing her against the wall as she grunted and whined in agitation, preventing the thing from cutting her to pieces but still eating the force of the hit as her dazed eyes swirled about within her head.

"Uugg, no! Silence godling! All your kind do is poison your blood and sell your souls for minor gain! You are all full or rot and sickness!" She hissed, just staring at him after he had done all of that. "You should have stayed in your temple and shrines little godling...they can't hear you here. They can't save you against ME!" She snarled as suddenly, as if her anatomy had taken notice of the threat, the inner glow from within the scales beneath her armor vented and flared. "But rejoice, little godling. Step into the light, renounce your god, and this one may consider showing you power beyond your feeble little magic tricks~" She cooed almost warmly as a bright, azure light began to slowly creep from her armor as she stepped forward.

"Your kind have existed for far to long without proper competition! The only reliable thing that can kill your kind is ANOTHER one of your kind! How long did you all think you could get away with it? Before nature discovered a solution to your sickness?" He asked, from the vents of her armor spilled a dazzling light.

The hall dimmed from its damage and bloodied all over, with the Godling in such a narrow space the xeno shined forth a bright, almost radioactive light. Its warmth effecting the very environment as the influence of the force around her fled in the wake of it natural enemy. The alien creature hissed lowly through her visor and approached him again. But unlike last time, the godling this time around would find beneath his armor and protected from his connection to his god would wax and wane, one moment his power potent and the next a strange sensation like something was slipping from his fingers.

The closer she got, the stronger this feeling would become. Making it harder to focus, harder to summon the power needed to battle a superior enemy.

She was superior...she had to be. Such perfect design could not of been made for anything else.

And with a second round commencing, Dima lifted her arm while slowly going from a jog to a full sprint, taking the massive beskar axe and with two arms, literally chucking it with all her strength directly at him while running towards him. And just as he'd try to block, deflect, or dodge the axe all FOUR of Dimas arms reached towards her sides, and from her hips ignited FOUR burning, purple colored sabers. The flux of the energy bursting outward in a violent flurry of blows.

Her upper arm struck downward, attempting to slash at his legs, then her lower arm thrust inward to pierce into his chest, another arm slashed from the side, but quickly would turn off the blade before even making contact just to draw his attention and concern, just for the forth arm to ignite its saber after the third arm turned off hers.

She did not need magic tricks to kill a god, she just needed to be what they feared. She needed to be what they couldn't understand.

And as the godling suffered an onslaught of his own, her radiant light causing strange disruptions to the force energy around them as different sabers came swinging from different directions, randomly, without rhyme or reason.

How long could he truly last in battle without his god? It would only be a matter of time before he was felled!

And with each strike, she assumed he would deflect or parry most, these godlings even without their magic were competent warriors. So most of her attacks were not meant to land, they were meant to draw his eyes.

And while they did, one last final attack would be slipped from beneath the flowing frills of her tunic.

Her tail would reach out and attempt to just wrap around his leg when he was caught lacking focus in but a single second if possible, just a single moment to grip his leg and if successfully gripped, hoist him up by the leg and just slam him into the wall to the side and then throw him into the ceiling before letting him to go recover and see how he responded to such dramatic blunt force trauma.

| SUMMARY |

- Her lashers parried and blocked the strikes after Valgus teleports behind her

- She gets smacked by a massive metal panel, but splits it in half and catches some of it to mitigate full damage

- Activates 'Forcebreaker' ability, radiates azure light within the corridor, causing force abilities to behave strangely and lack full potency

- After activating forcebreaker, throws axe and follows up the throw with four armed lightsaber strikes

- While throwing these strikes to distract focus, attempts to use tail to grab leg and throw them against wall/ceiling

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[Danika Leventis]

ALLIES: Marlon Sularen | Maverick Steele | NSO | BOTM | FINAL DAWN
ENEMIES: Mae Tecono | Jos Krayt | ENCLAVE (sort of - soz)
ENGAGING: Jos Krayt
GEAR: In bio
FLEET:

Spoiler

Attack Line:

Flagship: Fortuna - (Shields 70%/Hull 100%)

3x Conqueror-Class Star Destroyer
= Aeternae - (Shields 85%/Hull 100%)
= Cerberus - (Shields 80%/Hull 100%)
= Athos - (Shields 96%/Hull 100%)

8x Tiburon-Class Corvette
= Charon - (Shields 10%/Hull 40%)
= Empusa - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Eidolon - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Keres - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Orthrus - (Shields 100%/Hull 100%)
= Argeus - (Shields 50%/Hull 80%)
= Scylla - (Shields 60%/Hull 85%)
= Aethon - (Shields 40%/Hull 700%)

WELCOME TO MY WORLD​

"Nemea still cycling, ma'am. We're on regular shields only."

Captain Stark finally broke the silence again. Danika turned to face him.
"And that's a problem why, Captain?" she asked him.
"We won't be able to withstand another solar fire, my Lady."
"Those cannons will need time to recharge. Whatever else, we can weather." she said, turning back. "Mobilise our remaining Corvettes. And loose all our railguns."
"Yes, ma'am." he said before turning to issue the order.

The Fortuna lurched as her railguns hurled their hatred at the Battlecruiser.

All of a sudden, the mass driver barrage from the battlecruiser stopped. Danika narrowed her eyes momentarily.
"What are you up to?" she mused as the cruiser's cannons turned on them again.
Samron's tall frame stiffened next to her.
"Launch torpedoes now! Intercept those shells now!" he barked.
Danika looked at him curiously. "Why?"
"Whatever those shells are, it's not good, otherwise they wouldn't have stopped to cycle." he said, still tense.

Several things happened at once. The torpedoes flashed out of the launchers, sailing past the corvettes that had mobilised where the first torpedo then connected with a shell.
The shockwave that went off detonated the rest of the oncoming shells, causing a chain reaction that obliterated three of the Corvettes and battered the remaining ones.

"Hmm." The impressed noise in Danika's throat had Samron looking down at her.
"Mistress?"
"He's a good tactician." she said before turning to the Captain again. "Pull our ships back out of range. Then launch solars at that flag and keep those railguns and turbolasers on it too. And launch 2 squadrons of Fighters." she told him as she started to walk toward the door. "If you have to take evasive action, do it. You have command, Captain."

"Where are you going?" Samron asked as his long legs caught up with her.
"I'm going to say hello." she said.
The Falleen scowled at her. "Not alone, you're not."
"Course not. Get our men ready." she said.
"We're not docking in this mess, are we, Mistress?" he asked as they headed toward the hangar.
"Not at all - I'm taking us." she said with a smirk.
Samron let out a grunt. He hated traveling through time.

Before long, a Company from the Legion had amassed in the hangar, among which were the infamous Ash Hellions.
"You'll be going up against men like yourselves. Do not underestimate them. There's a reason why we train like them." Samron told his men in dread-helms before nodding at the Lady of Bone.
A sinister smile spread on her face as she conjured up a portal.
"See you on the other side, darlings. Try not to get killed." she said before stepping through time...

...and into the hangar of the Mandalorian Flagship.

 

[Vesta]

Killer​

Location	Rothana Orbital Shipyards
Enemies	The Mandalorian Enclave - The Quartermaster
Allies	Brotherhood of the Maw
Equipment	Maul

Solipsis and Caelitus was dead, her father was inconsolable, her mother was not near the woman she had been told of, and her former lover had not decided to ride things out to the end - all that was left for Mori, for Vesta, was the end of a plan that had never been the first option so much as it had been her only option. The war-minded conquerors of the Maw, those like Khamul Kryze and Zachariel Steelblood , were interested in results that she never intended to deliver them, results that meant increased prestige and victory for the Maw as well as its growth. What she craved was creation through destruction, to burn down a galaxy that had crafted her like a sculptor might hew a figure from clay and burned her in a kiln of misfortune.

It was unfortunate for The Quartermaster that she and her Enclave stood in the way of that ultimate end.

In many ways Mori embodied a shift from the organized order of Solipsis' time towards tribalism inherent in the competitive hearts of the Brotherhood's collective leaders, but she personified its hunger to consume the galaxy far more than that. Standing in a space station it would have been far less safe for her to have wielded the power of the force if she was operating under the conventional skillset of the Sith that came before her, what with their focus on the visible and the symbolic power of lightning and all the other darker arts, but the hunger that she made herself out to be was far less emblematic of the Maw and was very much so a reality. The bodies she had left behind her as she traveled towards the heart of the station were certainly a result of a powerful fighter - she hadn't needed the power she had seized on Tython for that - but any chance they may have had to hold her off for any longer had been dashed against the rocks when their stamina was tore straight out of their bodies by a woman that only understood how to consume it.

"I had heard you were a brilliant armorer." She said, standing upright, as she cast a cursory glance toward the soldier dead at her feet, head separated some meters away by a wall. When her gaze returned to the Mandalorian leader, alongside her retinue of honor guards, the smirk she had been wearing fell to a frown. "It's a pity every last body lost to the void will be wearing your steel as grave markers." Mori added while she started to take short steps towards the leader of the Enclave, her eyes moving from Mandalorian to Mandalorian as she sized all of them up and made calculations in her head regarding which were most likely to pose a threat if she drew too close too quickly. As she knew none of them personally, and as she doubted any of them understood just who she was beyond her name and station, the odds were quite up in the air at the moment - though certain enough for her to feel comfortable continuing to walk towards their leader with wanton disregard for danger.

She felt her fingers grip the haft of her hammer tighter, felt the force running down its length and back up again, as she let her eyes focus on the Quartermaster.

"Tell the fledglings hiding behind your skirt to run back to where it is safe and I won't kill them when I am finished murdering you."

Her smirk, though far more slight, returned after a brief pause.

"Otherwise I will kill them first and make you watch them suffer before I do the same to you."

 

[Mae Tecono]

Obj 1: Retribution
Space Combat / Orbital Station Duels

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Equipment: Zilkin-Class Interceptor

Pre-Reply Situation

• Shields 99% l Weapons 100% l Engines 100% l Crew 100% l Kyber Cells 4 (2 ready at shields) & 6 minutes left on the timer.
  
  Kills: 4x Misc Bombers and 2x Misc Fighters
  
  Total Kills: 2x K-Wings, 2x X-Wings, and 4x Y-Wings, 4x Misc Bombers, 2x Misc Fighters

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Mae could not believe it as her foe had actually secured a lock on her vessel and fired. Before she knew what was going on, she heard various crew members shouting about different fire control situations. Her foe had locked onto her with a tractor beam of sorts and transported an ionized particle weapon through it causing significant damage. Most importantly, it had fried an important circuit board needed to operate the independent medium gun turrets.

Mae had to think quick as her primary weapons in this situation were disabled. She thought about injecting a kyber cell into the forward power manifold and adaptor to give herself a sudden burst of fire power, but knew that could also cause things to be much worse. As her gunners left their stations to assist with repairs, Mae decided on a bold plan to counter the most recent attack. She swiveled around in her chair and ordered her engineers to quickly place two of her remaining 4 kyber cells into the rear power converter. She then made the adjustments to quickly highjack the tractor beams that were connecting the two ships and with a press of a button, sent the immense and sudden charge of power through the tractor beams and back to the enemy ship, hopefully frying some of their systems in return.

Once the charge had been placed and sent, she rotated back to her front position and quickly put full power to port thrusters sending her in a quick spin to the starboard side and broke the connection between the two craft. After the connection was broken, it allowed Mae to figure out a more precise idea of the situation she found herself in. Her gun turrets were out of action for an undetermined amount of time, her shields were siphoned and weakened, both from the initial attack and her counter attack, and now sat at 45%.

Before she had time to further explore her situation, her foe was back on her tail trying to secure a lock again. Mae flipped her ship around, and killed the engines, allowing the foe to not only over shoot her pursuit, but now place themselves right into the perfect line of fire for Mae. She quickly pulled the trigger sending her heavy laser cannons and ion cannon at her foe. Not all, but a majority of the fire found contact, and she could only hope that it paired well with her power surge earlier to give her some type of edge.

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Post-Reply Situation

• Shields 45% l Weapons 75% l Engines 100% l Crew 85% l Kyber Cells 2 (2 ready at shields) & 3+ minutes left on the timer. More now that she had to use two in such a way that she overloaded some of the syphoned power cells.
  
  Kills: 4x Misc Bombers and 2x Misc Fighters
  
  Total Kills: 2x K-Wings, 2x X-Wings, and 4x Y-Wings, 4x Misc Bombers, 2x Misc Fighters

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Electra-12

 

[Maverick Steele]

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Obj 1: Retribution
Space Combat / Orbital Station Duels
ENEMIES: ENCLAVE | Jos Krayt I Shel Beroya I Mae Tecono I Verin Oldo
ALLIES: MAW | Danika Leventis | Marlon Sularen

Spoiler: fleet

Flagship: Tigerclaw Battleship (Made)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

2 x Crucifix-Class I Destroyers (Maw)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

2 x Retrofitted Imperial-II Star Destroyers (Maw)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

1 x Retrofitted Mon Calamari Cruiser (Maw)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

15 x Starfin-Class Corvettes in squads of three (Made) 15/15

1 x Vengeance-Resurrections Frigate (Stolen)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

1 x Swordfish Frigate (Stolen)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

4 x CR-37 FarStar Carriers (Purchased)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
3. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
4. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

5 x Shield-class Escort Cruiser's (Purchased)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
3. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
4. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
5. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

3 x Rain-class Direct Fire Escort Corvette's (Purchased)

1. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
2. 100% Shields / 100% Hull
3. 100% Shields / 100% Hull

16 x Squadrons of Snarlfish Gunboat (Purchased) 16/16

40 x Squadrons of various Starfighters and Interceptors (With Ships) 40/40

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Mav was irate with the result of the swordfishes attempt to destroy an enemy Frigate. "We had the damn thing lined up, how could you miss!" He yelled at no one in particular. The impact on the Star destroyer caused him to rethink his plans. The enemy battle cruiser and flag ship were still engaged with another of his allies fleet, so for him and his fleet to be of any use, they needed to pick and destroy a secondary target and that star destroyer was the perfect mark. "Inform all star destroyers and cruiser to open up fire one that target (Summa-Verminoth) and bring up our primary weapon to fire upon it as well!" He ordered. Massive volleys of railguns and turbolasers were sent over and over crashing into the targeted enemy Star Destroyer. Then the Tiger Claw opened up its heavy I-Beam cannons on it as well.

It was hard to make out anything else as so much firepower was targeted at the enemy Star-Destroyer, but Mav ordered all of his Starfin-Class Corvettes to flank the same Destroyer and belt it's opposite side with significant damage. The small Corvettes weaved their way through the battle with intense speeds. Mav knew that if the Destroyer had any hope of surviving the onslaught, it would have to divert all shields to the side facing them which opened the back door for the Starfins to do some significant damage themselves.

"Launch 5 squadrons of fighters and 3 of bombers to assist those Corvettes, I want that Destroyer to have to deal with multiple actions!" he again ordered his command crew. The crew were on top of things nicely, almost as if they understood him enough to anticipate his orders.

Jos Krayt

 

[Zhara Krayt]

Objective: Have a good fight and survive
Allies: The Enclave | Romul Saxon | Kragr Krayt
Enemies: The Sith Maw

Zhara had been part of the group of Mandalorians aboard the shipyard when the attacks began. She hadn’t expected there to be a battle today, let alone a full blown invasion by the Maw. It had taken a whole lot of begging and persuading for the Akaan’alor to finally allow someone so green like her to be part of the group that would be attending the upcoming launch of Enclave’s new Ha’rangir-class Star Destroyers. These powerful and magnificent behemoths would be the pride and glory of the Enclave, and she was convinced that this would be both an educational and eye opening trip for a young Mando like her. Of course, the Sith Maw had to attack and ruin everything, and now all her plans that she had worked for the last month had gone down the drain. Not only were the ships in significant danger, but she was now to be engaged in her first real major battle, a big test of her capabilities against worthy opponents. She was currently nowhere near her buir, but she felt somewhat assured that he was also in the shipyards somewhere, and there could be a possibility that they might meet.

While her giant of her father wasn’t present and fighting beside her, Zhara found herself in the company of another equally big giant, the War Daddy, the Akaan’alor himself. Together with other fellow brothers and sisters of the Mando’ade who were all clad in their beskar’gam and ready for a fight, they began to press on, the order was given by the Warmaster to head to Dockyard Besh. Whatever Mawite marauders his axe did not claim, her twin heavy blaster pistols were there to catch up the slack, their bolts hitting their mark in the Mawite's craniums, the precise accuracy she was so well-known for clearly at work for all to see.

 

[Darth Maliden]

PLANETSIDE
D-84.​

Grendel Krayt


Maliden's robed form took tentative steps in this new world. He hadn't yet stepped upon ice and snow before, the strange way they glistened in the light was a surprise. No matter how broad a life he had lived until this point, his leaving home, from the protection of the Nexus he guarded, had delivered him into an altogether new experience. He had one thread of commonality that he held to tightly.

Uphold the Code.

His cloak held him tightly, warm in his black light armour, his twin sabres dangling lightly from each of their links on his hips. His boots were sturdy and allowed for easy passage through the thick and challenging terrain. The frozen tundra gave way to little life, save some shrubs and his craft had found protection in the lip of a ravine, hidden from sight. The fighting in the atmosphere above would prove enough distraction to the forces that guarded this floating snowball, he had mused.

He breathed in the cold air, a new sensation. The temperate world he called home for sixty years did not see snow in any way like this. He sensed something...someone...

He heard a voice. A call. A cry.

A challenge.

He began to walk towards the source of the voice to find a hulk of a thing, bad-tempered and screaming into the wind.

Maliden called across in his dark, sombre voice.

"Hail, stranger."

 

[Valgus Ren]

ROTHANA | SHIPYARDS
ALLIES: Maw
ENEMIES: Enclave
ENGAGING: Domina Prime
GEAR: Lightsaber | Imbued Armour | Robes

CINDER​

Despite her threats, her aggression and her cold, merciless tone, the Figure saw what laid behind it all. What was merely something to throw her off turned into a fixation for him as he attacked her. It was merely confirmed as she started to radiate a powerful light, and the Figure felt his power waxing and waning like the waves of an ocean.

This was going to be an interesting fight.

Despite his fluctuating power, the Figure was still a capable duelist with his lightsaber. She hurled her axe at him, only for the figure to flick it off target when he felt his power pulsing through him once more. But as she threw away her axe, the creature revealed another trick up her sleeve as four lightsabers ignited. ”Ironic. You look down upon us, and yet you try to be like us.” His voice seemed to fluctuate in intensity with his power, almost sounding like a normal man before the burning hellfire returned to his words and embers flickered through the helmet’s vents.

She met his fury head on with her own, using her four arms to hack and slash at the Figure. She did not need to know any forms in a situation like this… but the Figure rose to the challenge. His crimson blade hurled sparks as he blocked and parried one blow after the other, his speed making up for his numerical disadvantage. As she tried to catch him by surprise with an extinguished lightsaber, he vaulted overhead with a swing to her neck.

That proved to be a big mistake.

Her tail wrapped around his leg in mid air, and the next moment his armoured form smashed into the wall and ceiling, before he crashed into the ground a distance away from her. The Figure stood up with a barely audible grunt, his right arm hanging low at an excruciating angle. He spared a glance at it, then gripped the wrist and gave a hard tug, an audible pop indicating the return of the dislocated shoulder back into its socket. A sigh, like a bellow from a volcano, escaped him before a harsh chuckle followed.

”Now I see. You are little more than their attack dog. A creature of convenience to do their dirty work. Tell me, Dima, do you think your people care about you? Or are you too naïve to see their looks of disgust and strained smiles?” He spoke, feeling his power return again with the distance between them. ”You lie so much to yourself, telling yourself that you are better than us ‘godlings’. But look at you. Your bloodlust, your desire for destruction. At the end of the day, your actions leave as much in burning ruin as mine.”

The lightsaber came to life again as he slowly circled the creature. She was strong. And the light around her made it much harder to feel surprises like that.

With a flick of his wrist, the piece of panel he used earlier flew up at her from behind as he charged again, colliding with her four sabers once more. But each strike and parry moved closer to the emitters of her blades, aiming to disable her weaponry. With another parry, he used the leverage to vault over her once more, but this time with much more care around her tail and other appendages. In the air, he struck at her back once more and let loose with as powerful a force push as he could muster in this diminishing fluctuation. All he needed was a second of broken concentration from her…

 

[Ada Infernum]

EMBER
SOMEWHERE | ROTHANA
ALLIES: Sinestra | NSO | BOTM | FINAL DAWN - (I'll tag if you're important, don't @ me)
ENEMIES: ENCLAVE (you'll also get tagged if you're important)
ENGAGING: Kranak Vizsla | Valery Noble

VENDETTA​

The gall of the brute.

By the time the Mandalorian had squeezed off his shot at one of the Commandos, the Ember had a ball of of molten fire in her hand which she hurled at him the moment he ducked into a roll. Not that she expected it to do much damage to the armoured warrior.

And she was right.

Ada didn't have time to evade when the bolts and slugs were fired at her. All she could do in that moment, was suspend the projectiles in mid air before letting them drop the ground.

She really needed to get better to be able to return to sender.

But the golden bolts made her realise that her saber wouldn't be able to do much until those weapons have been decommissioned - starting with the rifle which was less secure than the pistol. So she gripped onto the rifle wit the Force right after dropping the bolts and yanked to try and get it free from his grip.
"Are you a warrior or a coward?" she asked him.

She really was in a pinch here. Being overt really wasn't her strong suit. She'd have to rely heavily on her gifts from Vahl for that.

She wondered if he would cook inside his armour if she did.

 

[Domina Prime]

"Whats a king to a god, What is a god to a nonbeliever?"
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ALLIES: Kragr Krayt | Yenna | Other Shipyard Mandos
ENEMIES: Valgus Ren | Sisserith | Dimitri Voltura | Other Mawites
ENGAGING: Valgus Ren
LOCATION: Rothana | Orbital Station, Base Level

"Ironic. You look down upon us, and yet you try to be like us." His voice mocked, his arms quick to meet each blade strike for strike from the feral xeno as Dima assaulted him with her flurry of attacks.

His sheer speed enhanced from his training among his kind protected him from the varied, random strikes lacking any true form or technique unlike the jedi and sith who dedicated their lives to the major forms of their combat. Dima however, had only taken traits and various sequences of attack and defense from each form and blended them into a partially assimilated amalgamation of combat forms.

Five eyes traced as he blocked, one, blocked, two, three, and then went for an attack of his own.

Failing to deal with the tail that suddenly snatched a firm hold of his leg.

"You must be confused~" She hissed, suddenly jerking him from the floor and slamming his body into the wall, crushing durasteel and caving in some of the surface. "Dima looks down on you because your FOOD!" She snarled, then taking him and SLAMMING him even harder into the ceiling, his leg slipping from her tails grip as it flopped back to the floor. Taking a moment to recover as his arm, twisted and such was taken by his other and yanked back into proper position.

Dima scoffed, letting him compose himself as her four sabers remained ignited at her sides. Taking one step closer as he got up to his feet, then a second one just to test.

"Now I see. You are little more than their attack dog. A creature of convenience to do their dirty work. Tell me, Dima, do you think your people care about you? Or are you too naïve to see their looks of disgust and strained smiles?" He spat at her, making the Xeno pause in her steps as her central-most eye dilated. "You lie so much to yourself, telling yourself that you are better than us 'godlings'. But look at you. Your bloodlust, your desire for destruction. At the end of the day, your actions leave as much in burning ruin as mine."

"Hush forceborn, collect yourself and focus, Dima does not listen to the venomous lies of a godling!" She squinted from behind her helm. "And even if it were true! If Dima is only just a convenient monster that they don't love even then they gave Dima true wisdom! They showed this one the one and only true way, the simplest law of nature...you are hunter...or" She replied while pointing a blade up towards him in challenge. "You are prey. And in the end your just another man. No claws, no teeth, no instincts. You were made to be devoured, and you may rejoice. There is no hunter superior to Dima, so you will feed this one well!" She growled back, her mind swimming as she clenched her blade tighter. She could not let this stand, this slander of her name, of her grand design! He was afraid, they were all afraid. Their hundreds and thousands of years kissing the feet of their god, begging and pleading for power, sacrificing their flesh blood and soul just for a taste.

No claws or teeth of their own, so they had to beg to a higher power.

It made her so sick, she could feel her insides churning as she practically salivated through her helm as her eyes tightened. Narrowed.

She did see it...the twisted smiles and hesitant looks...the caution exercised around her when she was with her kin.

Kin...why did she call them that? The Mandalorians? For all her attitude towards human species and such, maybe it was something endearing about them. Something precious to her.

Their unyielding perseverance in the eyes of unshakable odds. They looked godlings in the eyes and even if it meant their demise, spat in them.

Karkling glorious every one of them. Beloved to her heart, her soul. They understood, that even without evolved anatomy, designed from the ground up to hunt an enemy superior in every way. They dare to not only try, but to succeed.

Their example was unquestionable. They did not get on their knees and grovel to an invisible force to be strong. They were strong, and their iron was more than armor, it was their bones.

Yes she would love them, she would love them like kin. Love them because they were strong, and they did not need to sellout to do it.

Even if she was just a little monster...she knew what she was. But there were those who showed her his words could not be true.

Vren Rook .

Gwyneira Vizsla .

Even Kranak Vizsla . They showed the creature she could exist as more than just a monster. Even in all the blood and carnage inherit to her very nature, she could dare to be better. To be beautiful.

And that was there the difference between them really shined. He was an ugly, hideous thing. Ugly in his heart and his soul. Dima, even as a thing dead of the force. Still projected more life into the very air she breathed than a godling, who only existed to suck up any light from the world.

So whom was the real monster?

"Dima is better than your kind. You just don't know it yet~" She ended, the two meeting each other once again for a third bout. Her blood stained violet dress drifting in the air as his saber ignited back to life and the two monsters of a alternate kind went to meet blades. However, when he used his magic to summon the metal panel again her tail and lashers were quick to catch and prevent it from striking her, but even in doing so she stumbled forward, grunting from the force of the throw. But in doing this that meant they were then occupied as they wrestled the durasteel panel back to the ground while Dimas upper arms clashed with the Sith Lords blade. His strike powerful, forcing all four of her arms to cross the blades in front of her just to hold him as she snarled at him through their crossed sabers.

Suddenly, while she was grounded he maneuvered himself to jump over her, no longer needing to worry about her extra appendages at the moment as he threw his arm out and struck Dimas armor in the back, the force causing her to stumble, followed by a bellowing push of force that threw her down into the ground.

The xeno used her tail and lashers to recover quickly, rolling across the ground and smashing into the wall, slamming her helmet into the durasteel and dazing her many azure eyes as she became momentarily dazed. Rolling back to her feet and stumbling backwards as she huffed.

"Gruuh! CHEAP SHOT!" She blurted out, shaking her head regaining her visage as the base of her tail kept her balanced before pushing her forward. This time, only one saber remained active, the other arms passive as she brought the blade to the ground and slashed through the very floor, cleaving the surface into burning metal and then bringing the blade higher to flick the shrapnel into the godlings body, and in that motion used her lashers to strike from both below and above in the same time she threw the heated shrapnel.

As her lashers did this, her other arm would reach out, but rather than igniting a lightsaber, the large spartan-sized energy shield built into her upper arms vambrace would suddenly FWUMP! to life, Dima attempting what could only be described as a 'shield bash' while he was dealing with the blindingly fast lashers to keep his great speed maintained. The size of the shield capable of possibly catching him and smashing into him with enough power to slap him back into the wall, and if successful, while his head was being bashed into the wall like he had just done to her, she'd also try to slip in a quick kick to the back of his leg IF the bash was successful, where as if it failed, she would become defensive, just pushing and shoving forward with the shield, stuffing it into his face and body while her other arm held the saber over the broad shield, firm stance keeping her steady as she used all her strength to push into him.

"COME ON THEN! THE GOD AND THE GOD EATER LETS SEE WHO IS SUPERIOR!" She snarled with a vicious fury matched only by dragons and creatures of myth. To become legend one had to be more than themselves, bigger than their bones. She would not falter in the eyes of a god, not today.

Her style of combat suddenly altered and changed, and this was only the start. She was no attack dog! Her vision was grand! She would become more than just a creature to be let loose. She would become the grand duelist of manda, beloved by the gods! A master of arms!

He would not stand in her way, she was meant for something better than to die to a forceborn!

| SUMMERY |

- Lashers and tail combined catch the thrown panel, but were caught holding it


- Gets struck in back, the force of the strike dazing and causing her to stumble


- Force push hits, with limited influence throws her into wall, smashing her helm into it


- After recovering, charges again, slicing lightsaber through floor and throwing hot shrapnel


- While shrapnel is thrown, lashers strike to draw his incredible dueling speed


- While doing so, activates energy shield to put obstacle between them


- Attempts heavy SHIELD BASH, if successful tries to kick leg, if failed maintains shield-defense



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[Shai Maji]

ROTHANA | SECTOR D-84
ALLIES: Enclave
ENEMIES: The Maw
ENGAGING: Darth Ptolemis
GEAR: In bio

THE MARK HAS BEEN MADE​

The moment the Sith’s crimson lightsaber intercepted her shots, each and every bolt blocked erupted in a small, but powerful, explosion in his face. A cackling laugh erupted from the Shistavanen as she flew through the air. He made the mistake of thinking her pistols were normal blasters. She wasn’t going to let him forget that quickly. ”You’re so karkin’ simple!” She taunted as she stood atop the wall, waiting for his next move.

She wasn’t in a rush to put him in the ground, and neither was he. But the explosion of her rocket certainly didn’t help his mood. Even sith could be blinded by anger. It was just a matter of pressing the right buttons.

– This is only the beginning, Mandalorian. –

The moment his blade lowered and he outstretched his hand, Shai fired another volley of bolts at him as her boots seemed to erupt at their soles. Half a dozen whistling birds shrieked towards the Sith as he focused on tearing off a chunk of the wall behind her.

Once more her jetpack came to life as she lunged out of the way and raised her vambrace. It was time to introduce another trick up her sleeve.

She pressed a button on her vambrace, and a myriad of sharp whines erupted in the snow around the road, as well as the walls of the bridge. The chunk of bridge he pulled towards himself included. Barely a second later, dozens of explosions went off around them as thermal detonators engulfed the area in flames and shrapnel. The bridge stood firm, but the railings and walls were reduced to debris, most of it falling down the chasm beneath the bridge.

Shai hovered high above the carnage, but soon blasted down towards the Sith as she fired her whipcord in hopes of ensnaring her opponent. ”You’re gonna have to do a lot better against me, schutta!” She called out, firing at him with her pistols as she closed the distance between them.

 

[Andras Garon]

Location: Shipyards, corridors between Hangar Bay Aurek and Dockyard Aurek
Equipment: Beskar'gam; Heartseeker; Phase-Blade x2; Blaster Rifle, Assorted Grenades
Allies: The Enclave
Enemies: Maw; DARKCOM ​

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No rest. No reprieve.

Perhaps a quarter of the Commandos with him had fallen to the Mawites but Andras and the rest of the contingent he was commanding battled on.

A timely burst from the Flame Projector on the right forearm of his Beskar'gam engulfed several of his enemies in an inferno. The Mawites screamed as pure flame blistered their skin, blackening it and eventually liquifying it until doing the same to the meat and bone underneath. It was strange though, Andras couldn't tell if they screams of horror or screams of pleasure. In his mind it seemed to cement that these were no ordinary Sith nor even Zealots, they were monsters garbed in the flesh of men.

By now his Buy'ce was splattered with blood, he could see it through the holographic display of his HUD but he continued registering targets, hostiles like it was never ending.

"Another wave!"​

...the chatter came over the comms from one of the Commandos, Andras wiped some of the blood from his visor leaving a few streaks in its place then called out....

"Grenades!"

...the Mawites would still advance but several of the Commandos primed Fragmentation Grenades and threw them down the corridors they'd been battling to hold. The Explosions would rock that section of the Shipyards before replacing the sounds of combat with a momentary silence. Many would take a moment to catch their breath knowing there would be another wave and another after that. If they had lost a quarter of their number already due to sheer overwhelming odds some must have wondered if they would ever seen the day after this one.

These Mawites, they weren't normal. They just kept running at them or firing wildly. Of course some were disciplined, well trained even but most, driven by the fervor of whatever darkness had claimed their souls seemed more like ravenous Berserkers than normal men.

"More coming. I have them at fifty meters."​

...came the chatter of another Commando over the comms who was reading a motion sensor built into his Beskar'gam.

It dawned on Andras that the pathways between the Hangars and Dockyards intersected with corridors that lead to the Reactor Core as well. Maybe this was why the Maw were throwing themselves at the Commandos with such fervor. The intersection was not far either. Accessing schematic data via his HUD Andras would have broadcast to the Commandos with him...

"These corridors intersect with the Reactor Core of the Shipyards. We hold everything from the Hangars to the Dockyard. The Core is our priority. I'm sure it is the same for the others near the Besh Facilities."

...there was no dissent in the ranks, the Commandos knew their duties. Blasterfire erupted again soon thereafter. Andras directed his men as long as he could before planting Heartseeker into the breast of another Mawite, the Beviin exploding from his backside in a crimson mist.

 

[Yenna]

ROTHANA | SHIPYARDS
ALLIES: Enclave | Kragr Krayt
ENEMIES: Maw | Open
ENGAGING: Dimitri Voltura
GEAR: In bio

THEME​

Before she could wrap the Force around his legs, Dimitri struck out against her with his lightsaber. Yenna pivoted against his blade with her own to drop down and slide between his legs, swinging at his calves before she jumped up again, pressing on with her blistering speed to keep the pressure on him, keep him distracted from Kragr. The longer she could keep him busy for the giant, the better.

She could feel herself growing weaker. It had begun. They were on the clock now. She needed to break his concentration if she had any hopes of besting him. She was far more powerful than the last time they fought… but so was he. Luckily she had just the trick to hopefully halt his drain for the moment.

Her strikes at him on the ground soon launched her up again as her mouth opened up, and a bellow of hellfire erupted from her mouth with blue streaks. A useful trick to use all of the alcohol she consumed on a daily basis.

She didn’t wait to see the results, instead drawing the force around her for a possible counter attack as she swung at him again in a cyan flurry of strikes. ”Dimitri! Please… help you, let me. Do this, we do not have to! Hope, there still is. Humanity, there still is in you!” She pleaded as she touched down again behind him, lightsaber grasped firmly in one hand as the other hovered next to her. Her golden eyes looked up at him with hope, optimism and sincerity.

They might be enemies, but that didn’t mean they didn’t share something akin to a friendship. A mutual respect and understanding. She wanted to help him, and it showed with every part of her being.

 

[Grendel Krayt]

​

Grendel was getting impatient at the lack of opponents but he had vowed to guard this part of the line even if he did desperately wanted to go out to hunt some Maw down.

"Hail, stranger."

Grendel turned around and saw a human? He was unsure Grendel had never seen a human with grey skin aside from the one that had been dead for awhile. There was however something off about this individual Grendel was sure of that at least.

"Greetings" Grendel rumbled " Are you friend or foe?"

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Tags: Juno Wren Yamou Khael Vhijaric

Kyrel ventured deep into the cold, unforgiving dark with the beast by his side. Kyrel through the echoes of explosions and screams said nothing, as the hulking shadow moved through the vast tunnel system. He could feel that not only were there secrets to be found, but that he wasn’t alone feeling the gnawing hunger get to him he was close to frenzy and the Wrath could feel it rise within each passing second he took a step. With each step felt some sort of reminiscing the man felt of another life. One of a man who pledged his life as a First Imperial, now he would pick the bones of Sieger Ren’s long forgotten power would belong to him.

With the forked tip spear that was the Hunger rumbled impatiently in his grasp. He clenched his teeth, as with his hearing he heard the distinct chatter of comms and a bloody smirk came to his lips. While Mandalorians were notorious as hunters, they would learn that compared to the Maw’s Wrath they were the prey. Able to embrace his endless bloodlust in any moment it was broken with the voice of the Ren next to him.

Giving the beast of a Ren his usual death glare he spoke in a guttural tone. “We are here Yamou for secrets of the old Order… Secrets that would see the Ren burn the entire galaxy. All in due time.” He said is words carried an ominous cloud hinting at his larger goals. “If you excuse me all this wandering has left me famished.” He said, and then in a quick flash darkness enveloped them both. He could feel the Mandalorians closer, and inching even more so by the second.

With the Hunger gripped tightly to his hand the hulking monster moved in the dark as if he was shadow. The voices only continued until the shadow was broken, around Kyrel glowed crimson Sith runes, as the Mandalorians would see the Wrath’s death mask until it all disappeared in a bright glow of red energy. A beam of crimson light shot out entangling a Mandalorian around his beaker and from within started to feast on him. All the while Kyrel stood with an impassive expression watching as the Mandalorian screamed while his life force was sucked out of him.

It ended as quickly as it began. The crimson light would disappear at the same time as the screams. Kyrel moved, and what followed was the loud clank of Beskar armor on the ground. The Mandalorian that was, was no more after being reduced to little more than a mindless husk. He reached out to feel something large draw near, and as he enhanced his senses he could feel more Mandalorians. “Come Yamou secrets of the old order await the Ren.” He said his conviction oozing with bloodlust.