Insurgency (Mando Vs Prime invasion of Muunilinst)

[Vuhan Chen]

Location: Mandalorian Staging Area
Allies: Mandos. [member="Jarell"] [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Rawnie Tal'verda"] Kadala Skirata [member="Malcom Renolds"] [member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
Enemies: Primeval
Gear:

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Force Mask,
Vortex 8 Gauge
x2 Sub machine guns
Terentatek Hide Trench Coat
Basic blast vest

Once inside Conner kept his shotgun up and leveled in case any tangos wanted to cross his path, the entire area was going to hell and he had the most important job right about now. So as much as he wanted to go back and end the armored covered bimbo who kept talking about how hard he was, he couldn't. But if he wanted to save lives this was the way to do it. So as he ran through the facility his gun up and ready quickly turning a corner and moving down a long hallway that would lead to a door with words maintenance room painted on it in blocky straight letters.

Moving to open the door he pressed down on the keypad and awaited for the door to open, and after a few moments nothing had happened. With gunshots raging and explosions going off outside and inside the building, Conner looked at with a straight face and pushed the open key again. And yet again nothing happened. Starting to feel a little frustrated that his father didn't seem to make sure their secondary escape route was accessible from the get go, or maybe it was that he had the keys and had forgotten to give them to him. Either way the door was going to open one way or the other.

So remaining silent the mando grabbed his shotgun and stepped to the side as he aimed the eight gauge buckshot at the door's access panel. With a quick squeeze of the the trigger the gun roared and blew open the panel sending sparks everywhere. After the sparks had finished flying he reached into the doors panel and pulled out a clump of wires to which the door immediately slammed open from. Good news was the door was open, bad news was there was no sealing once they got out of there.

Stepping into the room he looked around to see dusty cleaning equipment and other bits and bobbles until his view was cast onto a stairwell that lead down into the sewers. Loading a fresh shell into his shotgun he moved down the stairs until he found another door that stared him in the face. Thankfully this one had been rusted and decayed until a good kick would knock it in. So doing just that the mando kicked down the rusted door to the pungent stank that was the sewer system. Coughing once he grabbed his comm unit and hailed his father.

"Exfil point accessible, we can move on your word." Conner quickly moved back up the stairs to speak once more on his comm.

"Permission to engage the enemy sir?" he asked not knowing if his father wanted him to hold the exfiltration point or go out and get some.

 

[50H31]

Location: 300 meters form Factory, as nothing's happening on my end so I'm bringing the party to y'all!


Allies: The Primeval's many lunatics, misanthropes, and ne'er-do-wells, including the Legendary Zambrano multi-ring circus of pointy painful things.
Enemies: Mandalorians in general, [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Malcom Renolds"] and [member="Doctor Azure"] in particular, for no real reason.

Objective: Free dancing lessons, starting with one we call the "Violent Trash in Pain"



Equipment:

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• Spheres of heaven (x40)
• Robot body
• Two medium blaster pistols (three spare energy cartridges)
• Three vibrokinves
• Two thermal detoantors
• Four flash-bang grenades.

Five-oh was pleasantly surprised as to the lack of resistance. Was this a trap? A withdrawal? Shot were definitely being fired in multiple directions, enemies had begun engaging. Still, he had yet to find an opponent. Either his stealthiness had worked out better than planned, or there was naught but a skeleton crew of insurgents manning this supposed base. He continued into the factor complex, cutting a low profile and drawing his robes tight to his metal form. The weather was calm today. A pity. He preferred fighting the rain, they were so much more artful.


He then saw multiple affair unfolding. He debated his closeness to the factory. He could go in that direction and start to push on them. However, he was not as heavily armed as several others. He likely couldn't afford to charge blindly into enemy territory. Unless he shifted the enemies out of position, somehow. Taunting them wouldn't work, however. These were professional warriors, not easily goaded. Unless, of course....a hostage could work. There were not many civilians, however. And few people of interest. He stood behind a small power actuator and waited calmly, letting his sensors pick up data from the nearby fighting several armed targets, many of them wielding unorthodox force powers. And a manpdalorian wild enough to swat back a grenade bare-handed. Grand. Still, he waited a moment to assess the situation. He needed to get closer, to find the vulnerable ones...the weak links that would cause leadership to waver in it's approach.

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Location: Hell
Objective: Survive
Allies: Mandos - [member="Rawnie Tal'verda"] | [member="Jarell"] | [member="Doctor Azure"] | [member="Aedan Miles"] | [member="Ordo"]
Enemies: Primeval

Malcom heard another pained cry escape Rawnie's lips. Ok that was enough. How the hell is the warrior on high ground in the best cover getting hit so much!? Did she have a beacon on her that told everyone exactly where to shot and throw crap? These were a few of the things going through Malcolm's mind that very moment. Confident that the two or three other Mandos simultaneously attacking him could keep him pinned, Malcom disengaged and ran for the ladder.

After a quick climb that he double timed on up, he could see the damage Rawnie had taken. Where there knives up here!? How the hell was anyone able to chunk knives up a tower!? It mattered not at this moment. "Hey angel. Time to go! And you're coming with me." He said a bit more concernedly than he would have liked as he pulled a cable from his utility belt and hooked it to the platform. "Alright, come on now. Hang on to me and we'll repel off this thing."

He then waited for her to comply...or more likely tell him what a dikut he was first.

 

[Arage Bao]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Objective: Show them the error of their ways.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Location: Amidst ashes and smoke.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Allies: The New Ways - ft. [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Darth Ansem"][/SIZE]
[SIZE=10.6667px]Enemies: The Old Ways[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Revision to my previous idea.” the Underlord suddenly said, ignoring the fact that Anja was currently talking into the air like a crazy person. He chalked it up to eccentricity, it was the only way Khal could rationalize working for her at this point in time… well that, and she did have nice legs - didn’t hurt the whole package that there were benefits to their relationship.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“My men charted tunnels underneath the factory.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]And if they weakened the support beams… well, that would be quite the mess, wouldn’t it? Might even help avoid a prolonged battle all together with their forces just being sucked up into the mud, never to be seen again.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]Could be good.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]“Destroy the support beams, watch the factory disappear into the mud. Whatcha think?”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6667px]He was already looking at the comwrist, tracking the best route to venture there.[/SIZE]

 

[Laguz Vald]

Location: Vicinity of abandoned industrial complex
Enemies: [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Rawnie Tal'verda"] | [member="Jarell"] | [member="Malcom Renolds"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Kadala Skirata"] | [member="Conner Garon"] | [member="Doctor Azure"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | Mandalorians
Allies: Primeval
Equipment:

• TS-1 Sniper Rifle
• Directed Charge

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

Oh, well. No dice on the explosion. The unassuming, washed-out patch of duracrete would've pulled a long face, were it capable of showing facial expression at that moment. Since it wasn't Laguz resolved to grumble about it later — preferably over a tumbler of something strong — and leveled the barrel of xir sniper rifle at another target.

The surprise attack by Primeval forces had sent the nascent insurgency scattering like rats, and now the lot were scrambling to get out of the death trap of their own making. The merc couldn't fathom why anybody would confine themselves to such an unstable structure knowing they might be discovered by the enemy at any given moment, but that was an issue they would have to discuss amongst themselves; provided there were any mandalorians left after all was said and done.

Xir HUD lit up like a christmas tree, but with some adjustment and a few colorful expletives, the shifter found xir next target; [member="Malcom Renolds"]. Xe had a clear shot, xir vision unmarred as xe took aim through a broken window of the abandoned factory. The mando in xir sights seemed to be hovering on the spot, gesticulating wildly at another of his ilk. Just as well.

With nary a tremble — for the rifle was resting securely on the sturdy support of a duracrete balcony — the sniper breathed out as xir amorphous flesh squeezed the trigger, ejecting another pellet straight at the mando's visor. The little karkers ahd a nasty habit of wearing beskar, but the fabled T-visor of a buy'ce was invariably made of transparisteel, which in turn had the nasty habit of being utterly incapable of handling shots from verpine shatter guns, let alone verpine sniper rifles. The kinetic energy delivered by the massive speeds of the projectile would feel somewhat like TNT explosion. In your skull.

Boy, was Laguz glad xe wasn't the one getting shot at with this monster.

 

[Rapax]

Location: abandoned ore smelting segment of the factory
Objective: Destroy the mandalorians
Allies; Prime
Enemies: [member="Kadala Skirata"]
Weapon/Equipment: Nagas two lightsabers ,Hidden blade, two acidic poisoned dauntless blades, the blade of satvas.

He entered what looked to be an abandoned ore smelting facility he heard his prey enter the room on the far side. They haven't seen eachother yet....but this time he wont have unwanted guests interrupt this duel. He walked over to a console that still had power and basically turned on the ore smelters here, The machines here roared to life and started there standard routine...smelting what ever was in the machines before it was shut down and abandoned. He slice the console in half making it close the room leaving it with just him and his new prey, He climbed up to a high point in the shadows till he got a good view of his prey.....a young girl.....they send...a child here?...no matter ...even the children of the mandalorians can prove deadly creatures. Its part of why they where so formidable. He spoke his voice echoed around the room despite the noise of the machines she could hear him as clear as ever "So.....your the scent iv been chasing... i must say i did not expect a child to face me...what is your name mandalorian..."

 

[Sirak Kolar]

Location: 3 Km From the Factory, Staging Rooftop on Skyscraper
Objective: Remove Tiingilar
Allies: [member="Evor"] │ [member="Qrgyl Ud"] │ [member="Probos Gubb"] │ [member="Damien Daemon"]
Enemies: [member="Rawnie Tal'verda"] │ [member="Jarell"] │ [member="Malcom Renolds"] │ [member="Aedan Miles"] │Cheeky Mandos
Weapons/Equipment:

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Armour / Equipment│
Advanced Agent Tactical Armor
MANPAC x5
Thermal Detonators x5

Weaponary│
Sirak Kolar's Double Edged Lightsaber
Sirak Kolar's Lightsaber Shoto
Two (2) Fringe Taserblades

Other│
Tactical AMS (Fixed to the YT-2000)
PLRA MLRS x2 - 216 rockets (12 salvos - 6 each)
74-Z Speeder Bike x2
YT-2000 Light Freighter "The Vapor Wave" (For a quick escape)

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The deafening cry of the PLRA systems rang out, and with it Ebon revved his speeder bike once more. With it, he let loose the brake he held on the roaring mount beneath him, and instantly accelerated off the edge of the building. So high up, Ebon had time to call out in the mic back to his comrades at their personal staging area;

"[member="Evor"], come with me. Cover us.", his hoarse voice range out in the throat mic.

As he neared the ground, a surge of power came from his hand and forced his speeder up just before he would have otherwise crashed. The softened fall was nearly perfect, a sharp grinding forming for a moment as his momentum pushed him forward with zeal. Objects and buildings near him began to become a blur as he raced towards the factory, his blackened armor cutting a waft through the thick air.

As he neared the factory, he called out once more;

"[member="Evor"], remember the plan.", his voice came thick through the short wave radio once more, filling the ears of all those on the private channel.

As Ebon found his target, he slowly began to stand on the speeder, Sargon allowing him to guide the mechanical beast without his hands on the controls. It turned faintly, veered slightly, and found it's way directly at the subject he wanted. The blurring speed was almost too much, the wind resistance a brick wall to any who lacked the fortitude and control to hold out against it.

At the last moment, Ebon jumped from the bike in a magnificent display of agility, a backwards flip ending in a landing on his feet, but the momentary exhilaration had failed Ebon. As his feet touched the ground from the speeder, his foot slipped and he rolled, banging and smacking against the bits of rubble around him, but it was hardly enough to do serious damage. The Bike however, seemed to laser towards one of the numerous windows of the factory.

It shattered through, it's once expanding engine cries turned to an echo'ing and significantly louder screech. In only a moment, in the midst of the factory, the bike burst into flames and exploded. Hot flashes of fire were thrown by the shock wave, any in the factory could easily feel the explosion and it's recurrent damage to the support of the building. Any in the area would feel it, and no doubt be affected.

Ebon quickly stood from his prone position, taking a deep breath from his crash, and swiftly turned his attention to someone, anyone in the area who could be vulnerable.

 

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

Location: Mandalorian Staging area
Objective: Kill God
Allies: Mandlaorians [member="Doctor Azure"], [member="Malcom Renolds"].
Enemies: Primeval
Gear:

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Weapons-
hunting knife

Other-
food rations
Ammo

She emptied her clip in the direction of her enemy, then lost her strength before she could go looking for her ammo. She was finished. She'd lost too much blood for this. The contents of her first aid kit lay scattered around her, bandages soiled and useless. Her rifle was too far for her to reach. Rawnie was struggling to keep her eyes open now, but with her one good hand she reached across the pull the knife from her shoulder. Had she been a little more aware, she might have left it in, realizing that it was keeping her from bleeding out more.

She hadn't noticed if any of her shots hit her target. All she could think about now was how the hell she was going to survive long enough to limb her way back down the tower. Staying conscious was just hard enough. But she couldn't die. Not yet! She was so close to the end. She was close to being a real hero. She couldn't give up. She refused. But... she was so sleepy. Maybe she could close her eyes for just a minute. Never mind the raging gun battle that was apparently happening on top of the tower. Her eyes started to close-

No! Stop! If you close your eyes, you won't open them again.

Her eyes snapped back open. Someone was picking her up. Who? She gasped for air, each breath hurting worse than the last. Why did they have to move her? Didn't they realize how much it hurt to move? Wait. That voice.

"M-Mal? D-don't waste your time on me, Di'kut."

Her voice was hardly a whisper now, but she was smiling. The idiot. He came back for her. Why didn't he just leave her to die? It was the sensible thing to do. She was a lost cause now. She'd bleed out before they could get help. What a waste. But then again, all the odds had been stacked against them before, she remembered, that cold night in the middle of a blizzard. She stayed with him too, even though it only made sense to leave him to die.

She looked up, only then noticing... everything.

"Malcom... If we survive this, remind me to invest in some decent armor."

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Location: Muunilist
Objective: Fall back, medical aid
Allies: Mandos
Enemies: Primeval

Malcom grabbed her by the scruff of her armor to snap her out of her delirium. "I ain't leaving you behind. So quit your whining. You're going to get out of here alive!" The times they had spent growing up flashed before him as he hooked her armor to his. A quick smirk flashed across his face though. "And about time you ditched this relic. Id been trying to get you a new set for years." With the lines fastened, it was then he noticed the hoard of primeval people that suddenly appeared.

"Hang on Rawnie. Here we ---" his words were cut off as a sniper round smacked into the side of his head causing both of them to fall from the platform away from the fighters. His mind was a blur for a moment. What the kriff happened? It was then he could hear the warning of his shield generator blaring that it was offline. Then the sensation of falling.

"Fek!" He cursed as his grip tightened once again around the line slowing their descent at the last second. Drawing his knife, he cut the cable and hefted Rawnie up. "Mandos." He called unsteadily as a rocket barrage began to head toward them while unaware reinforcements were on the way. "Fall back!" Pulling every last bit of strength he had, Malcom focused his blurry vision and began jogging away from the battle back to base.

Casting a glance down to Rawnie's bloody form, he grimaced. She really was in bad shape. "Come on Rawnie." He said blinking his eyes willing them to stay focused on the path. "Hold it together. Almost home."

Trying to get her to focus, he thought of what might work. "Hey! You there. You never did actually tell me what your husbands name was. Care to share?" His tone was neutral, but he was hoping the question would make her focus some.

 

[Ordo]

Location: In the dirt

Objective: Nopetepus

Allies: [member="Strider Garon"] | [member="Rawnie Tal'verda"] | [member="Jarell"] | [member="Malcom Renolds"] | [member="Nolan Detta"] | [member="Kadala Skirata"] | [member="Conner Garon"] | [member="Doctor Azure"] | [member="Preliat Mantis"] | Mandalorians

Enemies: [member="Ebon"] [member="Laguz Vald"] @Traveler [member="Damien Daemon"] | [member="Evor"] │ [member="Qrgyl Ud"] │ [member="Probos Gubb"]
Gear is in signature I think

The calls over the comma could not be ignored and if someone was going to answer it would be him. His huge weapon swung around as he turned, it's barrels ready to spit death. The weapon he called a boom stick was once an upgrade for star fighters but in his hands it was the last thing the dar'jetti would see. His armored feet moved with remarkable speed for the weight he bore and his HUD tracked several locations all near each other the satlink from orbit and his brother's heads-up-displays which allowed for triangulation of precise locations.

His weapon could fire hundreds of kilometers in space with accuracy but in atmosphere it was cut to mere kilometers. He could sense dark beings surrounding his friends and family. This was not pleasing. He headed for the initial called in threat a Sigh that shrugged off attacks from four Mando'ade. He found the target spot in his HUD as he slowed and opened fire on the burning blade wielding being first. His brothers would be next.

 

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

Location: Mandalorian Staging area
Objective: Kill God
Allies: Mandlaorians [member="Doctor Azure"], [member="Malcom Renolds"].
Enemies: Primeval
Gear:

Spoiler

Weapons-
hunting knife

Other-
food rations
Ammo

The stupid, stubborn mando. He should have left her for dead. But Rawnie couldn't exactly say she didn't appreciate it. She had one bleeding hand loosely drapped around his shoulder, while the other one, the uninjured hand grasped onto him as tightly as it could in her weakened state.

"L-Lorane," she answered, "I call him Lorane, but his full name is something long, like, Tal'orana...nanino, or something."

Her eyes shifted downwards. She was having a really hard time staying awake. There was an awful lot of red everywhere. Where was it all coming from?

"Oh... I got red on your armor," she mumbled, weakly trying to wipe it off of his shoulder, but instead smearing more on it, "Sorry. But you know, I'm okay. You can set me down now. I'm just fine. This is a scratch. I can't feel it much anymore."

She couldn't say for the life of her why she felt the need to lie about it. She most certainly was not actually 'just fine'. And the fact that she was going numb should have been even more troubling. She needed to keep talking though and she knew it. Or else she'd fall asleep. Sleep... That sounded wonderful.

"I need a nap..."

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Mandalorian Staging Area
Objective: Unleash hell
Allies: [member="Ordo"]
Enemies: [member="Ebon"] [member="Damien Daemon"] [member="Probos Gubb"] [member="Qrgyl Ud"] [member="Evor"]
Equipment: Sasori Bodyglove, X-1 Series Inquisitor Armor, Hellgun S-151 chain blster, Dinu'ul, 2x Shoto lightsabers, saberstaff
Theme: Monster by Skillet

Aedan looked up at the missiles as the noise of their launch reached him narrowing his eyes the young man started to move swiftly unattaching the chain gun from the power pack he dropped it. Opening himself fully to the force trusting in his armor to take the shots fired at him from Damien as he reached out first to the missiles feeling them incoming he simply lifted his right hand his eyes blazing in fury under his helmet as he slapped his hand to the right making a back handing motion with his hand at the missiles. This motion was followed by his exertion of the force reaching out to slam itself into this missiles as a Master and one who had put years of training into the Telekinetic aspect of the force this was simple. Next he came back to himself and looked around almost in slow motion as he saw everyone falling back holding his fury within himself he used it to fuel his next use of the force. An unearthly howl ripped from his throat as he used the force to rip the guard shoto from his waist to his hands igniting them as the power Dark Rage took hold upon him his eyes filling with blood lust. His head lowered as he looked around the area in front of him feeling the force filling his body he started to sprint straight ahead at the area where Damien hid igniting his weapons he leapt into the air as he ran using the force to guide his body towards his target more than ready to show them what they had awakened the beast hidden long within the man known as Aedan Miles. Under the helmet hiding his head and masking him from the force breaker gas the face of the young man was covered in a dark smirk without his friends here to see him like this he had nothing holding him back.

 

[Xalus]

Location: Interior of the City, moving outwards to engage threats
Objective: Neutralize all Primeval threats
Allies: The Mandalorian Clans
Foes: [member="Korlen Athan"], [member="Catalys Maijora"], [member="Sarge Potteiger"] - The Primeval
Equipment:

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• CZ-836 Assault Rifle w/ Silencer
• Conner APNG3
• CZ-833 Net Launcher
• Czerka Fighting Knife
• Hyperion Beskar'gam w/ Crushgaunts
• Taozin Amulet
• Sentinel-series Utility Belt

The armored nerve cluster moved with as much speed and efficiency as he could possibly muster. Steel-coiled muscle twitched with each bounding step forward and his massive arms tightly cradled the assault rifle hung across his chest. Monstrous eyes flicked back and forth between the HUD readouts, motion sensors, and the endless streams of data being spewed forth from the Mandalorian intelligence channels.

However, one thing remained the same: his contact. That large, mobile machine kept slowly, yet surely, advancing forward. As he grew closer, Xalus took to slowing down his running speed just enough so that his cloaking device didn't faze in and out whatsoever.

150 Meters.

They were close, and his readouts indicated several more lifeforms.

((OOC: Sorry for the delay, my birthday was yesterday.))

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Location: Mando staging area in between the fighting and mando troops
Objective: Keep Rawnie alive
Allies: Mandos - [member="Rawnie Tal'verda"] | [member="Doctor Azure"]
Enemies: Primeval

He quickly got on the comm to chiss. "Lauren...Laura..." Malcom stopped shaking his head. "Oh geez that was a bad idea too." With a growl he got on comm again. "Lorane! This Mal. Droop in on my lacate now. Medicine assistance required. Over...". Cutting the comm off he began breathing deeply trying to focus. What the kriff was wrong with him?

Hearing her words made him wonder who she was trying to fool. " No sense lie to me Snow Angel. I knows your tricks." Truth be told he was beginning to become as delirious as her, though for different reasons. When she started to nod off though, Malcom frowned. "None of that now." He prodded, but she seemed to take no not and said something about a nap.This annoyed the man. "Ok, no more walking. We patch you up right here."

Unhooking the cable attached to her shredded armor. He set her down against a wall. Seeing her eyes closing, he realized she was slipping away. He had to keep her stable long enough for help to arrive. Her deteriorating condition though caused his temper to flare and actually give him a bit of clarity. With a slap across the face, he yelled. "Laandur! Keep talking damn you." Malcom knew he would pay for that later, but he didn't care. He just had to keep her coherent a bit longer and he knew saying that would get her all fires up.

"I need to patch you up now." He then added in a softer tone. "Help me get your upper armor off so I can start taking care of those injuries. You understand!?" He finished sternly as he started unclipped her shoulder armor first.

 

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

Location: Mandalorian Staging area
Objective: Stay alive
Allies: Mandlaorians [member="Doctor Azure"], [member="Malcom Renolds"].
Enemies: Primeval
Gear:

Spoiler

Weapons-
hunting knife

Other-
food rations
Ammo

A slap across the face woke her right back up. She blinked deliriously, unable to really comprehend what all the fuss was about. She felt fine. She didn't hurt at all anymore. Everything was numb all over.

"Don't call me Laandur," she snapped, but even that took more energy than she had. She felt so woozy, like she'd fall over with the next gust of wind. "I'm not- No... maybe I am, actually..."

She tried to move to get her armor off, but all she could manage was a single, bloodied glove. Her hand was in terrible shape. She glanced at it, winced and looked away. She made no sound as he started unclipping her shoulder armor. It should hurt. But it didn't.

"Mal... G-Galaar..." she felt her whole body shaking, "I can't be weak anymore. I have to hang on for Galaar. I can't.... not again."

It hadn't occurred to her that Mal didn't know about the baby she was carrying. But the name would be familiar. Her bloody, ruined hand went to rest on her abdomen.

 

[Prazutis]

Location: Mandalorian Staging Area
Objective: Win/Survive
Allies: Mandalorians - [member=Rawnie Tal'verda] | [member=Malcom Renolds] | [member=Kadala Skirata] Skirata | [member=Aedan Miles] | [member=Strider] | [member=Connor Garon] | [member=doctor azure]
Enemies: Primeval
Weapon/Equipment:

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Rifles:
*EE-3 Carbine Blaster Rifle
*E-11 Blaster Rifle
*RB-23 "Cauterizer" Riot Scatter Blaster
*ACS-207 Acidthrower
*ACS-203 Hellfire Autocannon

Handgun
*Westar Blaster Pistols

Blades
*2 Beskads

*8 Throwing Knives

Wrist mounts:
*Hidden Beskad wrist Blade

*Fibrecord Whip

*4Toxic Darts

*ZX Miniature Flame Projector

*Dur-24 Wrist Laser

*MM9 Rocket System

*Hidden Beskad wrist blade

*4 Toxic Darts

*Spiked Knuckles

Knee mounts:
*Knee pad Fex-M3 dart launchers (Left/Right)

Grenades:
*2 Force Breakers

*4 Thermal Detonators

*4 Frags

*1 Ion Grenade

*2 Tear Gas

*2 Flash Bangs

Equipment:

*Personal Shield Generator

*Spiked Boots

*Z-6 Jetpack with rocket

Jarell has knowledge and ability to perform basic Force powers

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Jarell stands up from his crouched position looking up to where Rawnie is hoping she is OK. Jarell could not make sense of how anyone could throw a grenade up that far, it breaks the rule of reality even for a force user. But Jarell shrugged it off nothing he could do for now. Jarell turned back to where the rest of his Vode was and then looked the other way.

Jarell debated on falling back or doing a suicide run and taking out as many Sith as he could before he dies. A hard choice Jarell was seriously thinking about. Jarell then got a better idea. He took out trip charges from his belt pouches and started hiding them around the area and activating them. That way anyone that came near his vode would get an explosion in the face.

Jarell places down 12 of the charges and hid them very well to the point they would be nearly impossible to detect. Once activated each charge connected with the other using an invisible laser that if the laser would be broken would cause an explosion rather large that someone would not have time to outrun the blast radius.

Jarell fell back and laid down in high grass in the prone position and aimed his acid thrower in the direction that enemies would be coming from. Jarell then activated his scanners and begin scanning the area for any opposing lifeforms. Jarell called to his vode on his com.

Malcom, pull the others back, I have the entire area laced with charges, anyone comes near us they will be severely kriffed up. Get Rawnie medical attention. I'm staying put to make sure no one comes at us, good luck vod.

Jarell then keeps an eye out watching his scanners as he awaits.​

 

[Kei Amadis]

Location: Warehouse 500 meters behind the Mandalorian Staging Area.
Allies: All Injured or evacuating Mandalorians.
Enemies: Anyone in the way of the Evac or injured personnel.

Gear|NPCs:

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Gear: Agile Grey and Black Camoflaged Echani Fiber Armor, cut into a Jedi Temple Robe.
Personal Lightsaber: Unity
Tensor Rifle on back.
Field Medical Kit, 2x Cryoban and 2x Ion grenades on a black utility belt.

NPCs: Standard Recon Deployment 3x Squads of 6 man Wildcard Spec Ops
2x Medical triage teams of 4.
Close Combat breaching loadouts, with backup rifles, their standard battle armor, urban camo.
Split up, background use only, won’t be used in pvp but feel free to assume hits on them sparingly for your posts, or just write them out however.
All gear and their unit info here.

Over the comms the signal was given, “Alpha, Six, Four, I say again, Alpha, Six *static*.” Contact with the enemy, multiple fronts, the comm system was abuzz with signals, while the groans from the wounded were attended to, drowning all of it out. A pop and a crack on the building's outer wall, a stray shot hit close, and a fight was closing. Through the dust a visor was pulled over the nearest officer's eyes, and a tactical readout crackled to life, preparing for the inevitable.

“Copy, deal out the cards, holding pattern Gold 12” The captain with him called, moving into position, they were expert close combat specialists, but the men with him were best when they were pushing out, breaching, holding a fixed point wasn’t their specialty, and they’d been called on to do it many times to save others.

The cards had picked a good solid structure, defensible with multiple points of elevated fire on the upper walkways, an abandoned warehouse and now triage center, the special forces holding it were holding, not drawing attention to themselves. Morale was rock solid, the benefit of being in a hundred hellish situations just like this one, the men were adapted to it.

Chunk of wall blowing out to his side, the situation outside the warehouse however looked grim, and seemingly surrounded from his vantage point, the wildcards had accompanied the Mandalorians as a show of good faith on orders from the temple, in a supporting capacity for any injured or dead, which were beginning to mount. Mandalorians were a proud people though, as quickly as they were patched up they wanted to get back up again.

*Crackle over comms*, "Su cuy'gar! Hatchbreaker to any Mandolorian Commanders, we can ba'slanar or taylir," mandalorian for ba'slanar to breach or taylir to hold, to secure an evac route, giving the silvers the split second it would take a sith or primeval to translate the language advantage in the move. [member="Strider Garon"]

Looking out the metal buildings doorway, Kei raised his hand, feeling the force pool into it, he pushed outward, and nearest attacking body ahead began to jolt and freeze, the primeval’s nervous system locking up. Slowly the attacker fell cold but alive, well that was it, they’d been scouted. The primeval scout was restrained against a pillar, there was enough life being lost here and the Jedi would not add to it if he could help it.

Force Sense, taking a eye to the battlefield, and reaching into the force Kei breathed out to allow himself to sense the surroundings, the zone of conflict layering over the top

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Feel free to engage the npcs with npcs, or ignore them, they are not here to get involved in pvp.

 

[Malcom Renolds]

Location: somewhere
Objective: Learning to be a doctor on a battlefield
Allies: Mandos - [member="Rawnie Tal'verda"] | [member="Doctor Azure"]
Enemies: Primeval

Malcom gave the feintest of unseen smirks behind his helmet at her small outburst. "That's better." He barked, trying to keep her attention. She start going on about their baby Galaar. If his mind was starting to slip, this brought his focus right back. She must be delirious indeed if she was thinking she was still carrying their first child. "Rawnie...." He started, trying to determine if he should remind her what had happened.

As her upper armor came off though, it was then he could see her baby bump which her hand now rested on. His mouth dropped open slightly as his eyes shot up to meet hers. Rawnie was pregnant!? His mind was suddenly a whirlwind of thoughts and memories. He remembered when he had proposed, and how right after that she told him that she was pregnant with his child. They had agreed to name their first born Galaar.

But whatever powers that be decreed this wasn't to be so. She would lose their first soon afterward. Now he sat in front of her again, except this time it wasn't his child. Yet she was going to be giving the name that had been meant for their child to this one....

His head tilted slightly in shock as he tried to process the sudden wave of information. Pursing his lips, he pushed the flood of emotions now threatening to overwhelm him to the back of his mind as he pulled out a medkit. "Hold your hand up." He demanded. "Keep it elevated while I get a bandage on your shoulder. Can you do that for me?"

With a quick swipe, he yanked off the poorly tied bandage and quickly wrapped it back up with fresh guaze and padding. Standing uneasily to his feet., he grabbed her wounded hand and bandaged it up as well. "Stay strong snow angel. Stay strong..,.and you'll both make it through this." A slew of curses began racing through his mind. Where was that dang doctor when you needed him!?

Looking at her face, she was deathly pale. She had lost so much blood. Turning to what he had, he withdrew two needles and some plastic tubing. After stuffing the needles on either end, he pulled out some rubbing alcohol and sterilized them. Carefully setting the items aside, Malcom pulled off the armor over his right arm and sterilized a spot over his main veins. If anyone asked how he knew what he was doing, they would only get silence in return. Of all the cases of dejavu....why this one!?....

 

[Rawnie Tal'verda]

Location: Mandalorian Staging area
Objective: Stay alive
Allies: Mandlaorians [member="Doctor Azure"], [member="Malcom Renolds"].
Enemies: Primeval
Gear:

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Weapons-
hunting knife

Other-
food rations
Ammo

Why did he look so shocked? He didn't know? In the fuzzy encroaching darkness of her mind, they were one in the same, these children. In spirit, anyway. Lorane didn't know. Rawnie never thought to tell him. It just never seemed... Right. The past was past. It was why she didn't bring it up to Malcom when she saw him. That might as well have been another lifetime ago.

She winced when he pushed a needle into his own veins. That must have hurt. But strangely, she doubted it would hurt her.

"Don't be.... stupid," she murmured in response, feeling heavy all over. Her vision was going dark. "I was never the strong one, Mal. No matter how hard I tried. That was always you..."

Her head slumped forward into her chest, her eyes closed. So tired. She'd never been this tired in her life. Just a little nap now. That was all she needed. A short nap. Then she'd wake up and fight again.

"Don't worry," she murmured, "The Doctor will come. The baby's gunna be fine."

She'd said that before.

 

[Boethiah]

Objective: Make fun of Khaleel Defeat some Mandos.
Location: Near the site.
Allies: [member="Khaleel Malvern"] | [member="Darth Ansem"]
Enemies: Some Mandos or something.

"That'll be no fun for anyone, Khal," she continued to walk along their path. "Of course I'm sure others will understand the necessity of this plan," she looked back to her Spymaster, trying to gauge his expression and where he actually stood on the matter. "I approve of it."

So now it seemed they had a plan of action... It wasn't going to be necessarily easy to collapse an entire network of tunnels, but if enough supports were weakened then it was more than possible to create a chain reaction from the thrown off weight distribution. That was all assuming they'd find an entrance to this tunnel Khaleel was talking about. How was it his men were able to get around so much? She didn't bother asking, the answer was irrelevant. As long as they succeeded in their goals, it doesn't matter much how they achieve them.

"How far are we from where we need to be?" She asked.