Into the Deep End He Goes

[Nolan Detta]

Ord Mantell, the location for his rage. On a routine bounty, the Wrecking Ball broke. His supreme hatred for all things that suppressed freedom and life had come to a breaking point. The bounty was on a slaver who'd been discovered mutilating his "possessions"

Nolan snapped and had gone into Complete Force Rage. Losing all connection to rationality and sanity, the Mandalorian flung himself, fist first at the populous. His cries of rage could be heard for blocks and the screams of citizens and criminals soon followed.

The Force had engulfed Nolan's mind with Hate and Pain. The loss of his family along with his new wife, the event with the Underworld took from him his last anchor to sanity in this life. The blood ran like a waterfall and all Nolan could see was red. The Mandalorian was waging a personal war on this planet and he wasn't going to spare anyone who seemed to be against him...


[member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Tacitanya"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Tacitanya"]

Taeli, known as Darth Arcanix among the Sith, had been on Ord Mantell on a scouting mission, for both the Sith and Krayt Industries. This world would be a perfect place for expansion, but would need to be heavily fortified to prevent Mandalorian or Republic incursions. So many thing s to do so little . . .

Screams interrupted her thoughts, and she could feel an uncontrolled rage buffeting her in the Force. What the kark was going on, but she could feel lives winking out and fear draping tiself across a wider and wider section of the city. Normally, that would be fine for a Sith, but not her. She viewed what was going on as a waste of lives and resources, done out of some uncontrolled Force user.

"Corvus, you're rubbing off on me," she grumbled, pulling her lightsaber and going off to investigate. Well, maybe she would find someone she could recruit or make into an ally, that would be nice. If not . . . she wasn't above putting down a dark Force user . . . permanently.

 

[Gavin XIII]

Even as an assassin for a Sith Lord, Gavin had always had a sense of precision. Except in self defense, he never killed large groups of people when a quick and easy shot to a limb or major organ could put down his target. Mass killings like the majority of Sith Lords did was a dick move, in his opinion. And the Thirteenth did not like nasty people. His self-imposed scouting mission totally forgotten, he leapt softly from the low building he was on, his enhanced leg muscles cushioning the impact.

"You fucking Sith, always making my job into work."

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member='Tacitanya']

 

[Beowoof]

Too many bars on Ord Mantell. Taci was a bit perturbed just walking down the streets, seeing so many drunks milling about. This was a smuggler's paradise, and that usually meant gallons and gallons of alcohol. Not that she was not used to that anyway. She was born and bred on Nar Shaddaa, after all. All the pictures were not pretty.

The tyrian twi'lek had taken to the streets today for no reason at all, really. She was beginning to question her place in the galaxy, what with being a ranger and trying to help everyone all the time with little regard for herself. The galaxy was a dreadful place--not just Nar Shaddaa. All was not rose-colored. And thank goodness for that! She was not especially interested in the color of blood at the moment.

What can a little spark of Light do in such a dark universe? It was starting to wear on Tacitanya, and she felt like she was just... here. No matter what she did for good, it never changed anything at large.

A clamor began to rise in the distance, however. Some sort of rumble was happening up ahead, and a small crowd was beginning to rush away from the scene. The air smelt of charred flesh--not good. Not good at all...

Oh, snaff. Someone else needed saving today, she supposed. Whether that was good or bad was up for conjecture. But the vagrant twi'lek was on the scene, whether she wanted to be or not. Quickly, she reach to her belt and removed the Whistleflute from her holster. Whatever was going on needed to be stopped, no matter what she may be forced to do in the end.

[member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Gavin XIII"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

The wild-eyed Mandalorian snapped the neck of one unlucky smuggler who tried to calm him down. The Rage filled eyes of the bloodlusted Nolan were already moving to the next target when the local officers arrived. Nolan seemed to calm for the moment as he assessed his cituation. Barely a minute went by before he'd made up his mind. Death... To all...

Nolan pulled his rifle and mowed the area with blaster fire. Bodies with fresh char marks fell in droves. Blood was shed and tears were streaming. So much hate and death caused by one broken heart. He'd finally found peace in life, then it was all ripped away. As the Force Rage set in, the pain became too much for the consciousness to handle. He shut down, subconsciousness taking over. Pure instinct and survival remained.

Then, the local authorities began to return fire. The Hyperion Beskar'gam taking the blows that made it to him, as beskar would. The day shielding took the heavier bolts with ease. The firefight grew in size as more officers responded. But the untrained officers were just target practice for the Mandalorian. More would die today.

Internally, Nolan fought with the beast inside that was controlling his Hate. He struggled to hold himself back, and was continually losing ground at every turn. Darkness enveloped Nolan and his heart steeled in the pain of Loss. He couldn't fight anymore, he wanted to let the darkness win, to let out all the Pain, Hate and Anger. What he did not realize, was how much he had stored inside. It would not stop anytime soon.


[member="Tacitanya"] [member="Gavin XIII"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Tacitanya"] [member="Gavin XIII"]

Well whoever was going crazy was not making it hard to find them, Taeli sighed as she followed a planetary security platoon towards the disturbance. Whoever it was rather powerful though, plenty of pain . . . rage . . . sadness, all mixed together into a wonderful maelstrom of emotions that Taeli was slowly drawing into herself to increase her own power for the coming fight.

She could blaster fire up ahead, and security forces shouting that nothing they did was doing anything. Well, that was worrisome. Ducking into a nearby building, she went up a few floors to the roof to get an overhead view of the situation. A Mandalorian or someone wearing beskar'gam was just unloading his blaster and mowing down everyone that came in sight, the security forces unable to do anything against the man. The man was obviously Force Sensitive and very powerful, given the Force Rage bleeding off of him. A useful ally . . . if she could get that rage under control and be more useful.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Nolan Detta"]

Jaster was just on the planet to negotiate terms for passage of medical supplys with the local officals. Now he stood outside a bar of some sorts watching as officers of the law were getting mowed down by an man in Mandalorian armor. He was an exile, to never interfere with mandalorian culture again. This though, this wasn't Mandalorian, this was a man tainted by madness. He didn't carry guns anymore, he gave up that life years ago. He needed to interfere though, the man needed to be stopped.

Jasters armor was of high quality and could deter little amounts of blaster fire, but just a little was enough. He entered the building behind the officers freshly killed by the angered mandalorian. As he was shot multiple times he knew his armor was failing but he rushed none the less.

He got close enough to grab the wildmans weapon and slow him down, "What is your malfunction, trooper."

Jaster armor was an older model, but it was a Field Marshal yellow, with red lines trimming the edges of the armor. This was to show is previouse armor before being exiled and the clan he was from.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan felt the gun in his hands yanked down and a T-Visor staring back at him.

"What's your malfunction trooper?"

Those words rang around the inside of Nolan's head, but they didn't hit anything solid. The thoughts that bounced around the inside of Nolan's head were of blood and Anger. The hands of the broken Wrecking Ball left his rifle and shot out directly towards the chest of the Mandalorian before him. The wrist mounted flamethrower igniting and blasting towards the man. [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]


"You are my malfunction...Rrrraahhh!!!"

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Tacitanya"]

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Tacitanya"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]

Well now things were getting more interesting, she thought as another Mandalorian tried to intervene and met a flamethrower spurt for his troubles. His fellow Mando was in the grip of a powerful Force Rage, not much would be able to shake him from that. Well, not much that a non-Force user could do unless they were a loved one.

Jumping from the top of the building, using the Force to guide her gently down, she landed gracefully on the ground behind the raging Mando and the one trying to help him. The one in yellow armor seemed familiar to her, but most Mandos sort of blended together. Shrugging internally, she made her presence known by allowing her power within the dark side to erupt out from her in an aura of dark side energies. This was going to be unpleasant, but necessary.

"Oh dear, someone seems upset by something," she said, her lightsaber igniting but not moving into a position for an attack. It would be best to show a defensive stance and not engage yet. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Nolan Detta"]

Jaster was meet with fire as he tried to distract the mandalorian. He was beond his saving, but maybe he could keep the officers from killing themselfs. The last fire shot was able to penetrate his armor, he could feel as his skin was burnt around his left shoulder. He would be unable to repair it till he got back to his ship.

He reached behind him and brough out an extendable double ended stun baton. He also reached down for one of the dead officers guns, best to just be cautiouse. He has never seen a mandalorian in this deep of a rage. This would be a fight to the end if it continues, he ignited his jetpack and reached the same level as the Mandalorian.

"Holster your weapon, befo..." He saw her, the sith from the factory, this wasn't good, "you don't want to go out this way, don't let yourself die with your honor soiled."

 

[Beowoof]

Snaff snaff snaff snaff snaff! The little riot she had witnessed from afar became more of a killing spree as she approached, a single man seeming to be at the center of it all, armed to the teeth with various weapons and a hefty bulk of armor helping to keep the police from outright slaughtering him. He was a Mandalorian--one of those types renown for training specifically to take up against Jedi.

She was no Jedi, but she might as well be one in this situation. Obviously, the gun she held was not going to do the trick. So she holstered it.

Opening up her coat, Tacitanya reached inside and took out her lightsaber, the yellow blade sparking immediately in brilliant illumination. Some people flocked behind her as if they needed to confirm that she indeed had possession of such a weapon. Then they would take off, wisely distancing themselves from the bloody conflict.

Taci felt something... She felt everything, actually. Perhaps she was not very skilled with the manipulation of the Force, but she certainly was attuned in one aspect. Every emotion; presence; soul was brushed by her mind, providing a sort of map by braille for the twi'lek ranger. A great darkness was present. Actually, there were two sources of such heavy darkness. And it was not long before she saw that there was more than just an angry Mandalorian to quieten. There was a Sith--something she had never before encountered.

Taci swallowed, throat dry. Be brave... She angled her lightsaber forward, centered between both shoulders. "Stop this right now! Or I will be forced to do it for you."

[member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Darth Arcanix"], [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"], [member="Gavin XIII"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

[member="Tacitanya"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]

The number of elevated individuals increased thrice in one moment, and with the Mandalorian becoming obviously hostile to Nolan and his bloodlust, it made his decision to attack even easier. The woman behind him expelled her Force aura, further feeding the fire, then the Jedi brought out the lightsaber. Three separate targets all from different sects, all coming for the One Mandalorian.

Using the added Force presence, Nolan lashed out with a Force Throw on the Mando, then pulled out his Beskad and Force Pulled the Jedi to him, swinging as the Jedi was pulled.


The fire behind his eyes, burning his consciousness, kept the darkness in control and with the additive of the Sith behind him, his instincts took over in te fight. And before he knew it, he was holding a small sphere in his hand and depressed the primer. Amidst the fighting, a subtle beeping could be heard...

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Tacitanya"]

Well that beeping sound was not good, Taeli thought as she saw the Mando pull a grenade. She wasn't distracted by any of his attacks, as of yet, but throwing a grenade wasn't something she thought would be a good idea. Using her own command of the Force, something she recognized was far superior amongst present company, she grabbed hold of the grenade and pulled it clear of his hand, throwing it under a nearby parked speeder.

"There will be none of that, Mando'ade," she said, tutting a little. "Control that rage and darkness, harness but never let it control your actions. You should rule your emotions, not the other way around."

 

[Beowoof]

This was no ordinary crazy. He was essentially a Sith by Taci's measures, as he began to tug her small body towards him and the blade of his weapon.

That spelled doom.

She was not ready to die, but she had apparently made a grave mistake by trying to confront these two dark beings. Her powers were few and she knew she would not be able to stand against both of them at once--if at all. And her range of options had plummeted severely as soon as the wind of the Force snatched her up and carried her towards the raging Mandalorian. The twi'lek held her saber tightly before her to block the incoming blow from his weapon and tucked her body.

As contact between the two saber-type weapons was made, the tyrian's body was jerked feet-first, and she skidded underneath the arm of her attacker and rolled back to her feet, staring down the opposition with as fierce a growl as she could conjure up. It was nearly comical, but she had to try her best to intimidate them. Meanwhile, she would probe for a quick escape.

"Why do you attack these people?" she asked, lungs retrieving air.

[member="Nolan Detta"], [member="Darth Arcanix"]

 

[Nolan Detta]

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Tacitanya"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"]


"I attack because She demands it. The blood spilled fuels my search for her. They simply got in the way." The voice seemingly weighted from the Dark presence inside him. "I've lost Her and now, I search for Her. I cannot lose Her. She demands me seek her out. Hell took Her from me, and I am going to take Her back."


The emphasis on Her suggested a person. Nolan had lost his wife to the Event months ago and has had no luck finding her. Satine was gone and with her, Nolan's heart. Without that, his mind became lost in his unfiltered emotions. He blames the Force and the Force brings Jedi and Sith. They were allowed to fester and the Darkside that lingere. In the backdrop of his soul swallowed them and used hem as tinder to begin to burn away at Nolan's mind.

The grenade that was ripped from his hand detonated and filled the air with a gas, one that, if inhaled would sever the connections to the Force of everyone around. The subconscious of Nolan was fighting back and it had slipped in the trump card.

The Force Rage began to take its toll on Nolan's mind and body. The waves of intense pain hit him like a tidal wave. Out of no where, the gas had begun to do its job, Nolan collapsed to his knees. From inside the armor, cries of pain could be heard echoing through the streets. Nolan was dying, the pain was killing him, and tearing his mind apart. His only chance of surviving was to grasp the thought of what anchored him to Life. Satine was the answer, but would he be able to find her in the ocean of chaos that was his mind?

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Tacitanya"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]

Jaster was lucky that the man lost the ability to throw that grenade, he would have been severely injured by it. This female the mandalorian was mentioning seemed special to him. Lost so close to the return of those were were gone during the Event, couldn't have been coincidence. Jaster remembered those days as empires fell and he was building camps for those who were injured or looking for loved ones. It was a hard time, he lost many friends to that event and many many didn't return for where ever they went.

This couldn't excuse the Mandalorian from his crimes of injuring and killing innocent people who did not effect his search. Jaster couldn't let the endless slaughter continue, a Mandalorian Knight was one of the most dangerous figures in the Galaxy, he had to do something. Jaster pulled out his relic E-11 blaster and set it to stun.

"Jorso'ran kando a tome verda, darasuum kote." (We shall bear its weight together worrier, in eternal glory)

Jaster turned the weapon on the knight, he fired 3 stun rounds at seperste parts of his body. Though slow, if they hit it would make the Mandalorian fall into an unconscious rag doll.

 

[Nolan Detta]

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"] [member="Tacitanya"]

What the Dar'manda didnt know as he fired, was the ray shielding covering the suit of armor that Nolan wore, the stun rounds would dissipate off the flare of protective energy.

Within the mind of the Mandalorian, a violent storm raged on, threatening to tear him from reality. The whirlwind of emotions needed to be quelled in order for Nolan to survive. The Forcebreaker grenade that was tossed under a nearby spreader had begun to work on everyone in the area, which is why the Rage had stopped. He'd fell into the after affects of the Force power, which left him in a massive amount of pain.

The thought of Satine, that was the key to his survival, if he could hold on to her, then he would come out alive.

 

[Jaster Awaud]

[member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Tacitanya"] [member="Darth Arcanix"]

Jaster realized that the mans armor way outdated his old relic piece, but the Ray sheild was another story. Seemed the technology of the Mandalorians had changed greatly since his exile. Jaster then noticed that the raged Mandalorian became distracted, that's when Jaster felt it. A wave of a tingling sensation across his body became relevant as Jaster skin began to shake, as a none force user this was strange. Jaster took the chance to to charge the Mandalorian as they both were held up by their jetpack's. This would make contact with the man and possibly knock both of them out as they fell into where the bar was smashing into the wall. Another possibility was that Jaster would miss and fly strait into the wall himself, his burns were starting to infest the pain and he was feeling it.

He had no choice, also no other chance against a knight, this was his only chance of stopping the mad worrier. He thrusted his jetpack as hard as he could and charged the worrier while he was distracted of some kind.

 

[Taeli Raaf]

[member="Jaster of clan Awaud"] [member="Nolan Detta"] [member="Tacitanya"]

Taeli had been watching the event silently, groaning as the Forcebreaker gas started to near her. Igniting her lightsaber, she activated the spinning feature and blew the gas away from her, using her blades like a fan. Honestly, people trying to use gas grenades outside when a breeze would just blow the gas away.

"He seems to be subdued for the most part, the Force Rage broken by the gas for now, but we don't have too long before the gas's effects dissipate," she said aloud to the other Mandalorian, definitely not acting like a Sith right now. She could try and turn him, but in all honesty, she was more interested in just interacting with a Mandalorian. It had been a very long time.

Looking over at the young woman who had leapt into the fray, holding a lightsaber, she was intrigued by the girl as well. She might turn her . . . or just leave her be. Still, a small amount of chitchat seemed called for.

"Excuse me," she said to the Mandalorian that had been firing away just a moment ago, "what's your name?"

 

[Nolan Detta]

[member="Darth Arcanix"] [member="Jaster of clan Awaud"] [member="Tacitanya"] (sorry for late reply, forgot about this)


The whirlwind inside Nolan's mind had begun to calm as he heard the voice of a female speak to him. It was something tangible that he could grasp to pull himself from the deep recesses of his consciousness.

'What's your name?' 'What's your name?' 'What's your name?' It's rattled around in his head as the Mandalorian who'd challenged him had bum-rushed him onto his back.

He shook his head and his vision cleared from blood red to hazy and finally, clear.

"Who am I?" Echoed from the helmet of Nolan. More of a question itself. "I am Nolan Detta, of Mandalore. Lost son of Clan Detta. Husband to Satine D'ulin, Brother to Kable Detta, First-Born Son of Clan Detta. I am lost, she is lost. That is who I am."

Nolan used his knee as a jack and unbalanced the Dar'manda from his seat and rolled hard to reverse the roles and rose to his feet. His HUD showed signs that his armor was attempting to recharge the shield and that his armor was damaged severely in most places. He'd need to craft a new suit, using the pieces that were ledt from this suit.

"Who are you? Sith? Dar'manda? Jedi?" He said to each, turning to identify at each.