It's time to Unleash the Beast (Terrorist attack on Mandalore)

[Zef Halo]

Zef listened carefully to the words that the man who introduced himself as [member="Oren Rekali"] spoke through the communication channels. The Mandalorian plotted numerous courses of action but all lead to a more passive decision. Zef wasn't against that, hell, he was craving for some ne'tra gal right now rather than dealing with this whole mess. The United Clans looked eager on cleaning the mess themselves, the scoundrel wouldn't reject that. It was a good offer.

"I will order the interdictors to halt movement and be kept at bay. A fair enough distance." Zef spoke on a channel shared between him, Oren Rekali and [member="Rach Vizla"]. Communication was vital in such a crisis if one wanted to avert a bigger problem. He waved at the comm officer to stop the transmission and then the scoundrel turned towards the captain.

"Captain, order the interdictors to attain position on the edge of their firing range, not within it. The ship tagged as Little, uh, Like Hell, the one that just transmissioned to us, needs to be between us and the ships of the Vizla man. Moreover-"

"Warmarshal, unknown fleet have entered the system. Vectors given show us that the possible direction is Mandalore. One cruiser, two frigates, one carrier."

Ugh.

"Open up a channel with Vizla."

Should Rach Vizla accept the transmission, Zef's voice would come in:

"Y'all pretty much probably know that a couple of ships coming in from the system. Direction seems to be Mandalore. No Mando IFFs, nor design looks Mando. You know something about it ?"

One ne'tra gal please.

[member="Sabine Kurtass"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

"Yeah, we detected them a minute ago. I was assuming they were your back up. Its almost like we have hyperspace sensors and a defense fleet stationed here." Rach turned his attention to the communications officer on his bridge. "Put the Tra'kranak as Fleetcomm, have it work Traffic Control. Move all saber's to condition yellow, and re-route all entering vessels beyond Mandalorian lunar orbit. I don't need more distractions in dealing with this." It was difficult to count on friends and foes at the moment, with most members of the Empire having been former members of the Clans, and even they seemed divided in their mission. Some where attacking, others were being stupid, some were claiming assistance. It was hard to tell who was who and which ones wanted what. And with the Death Watch still lurking about, a small fleet dropping in and breaking straight for the planet screamed opportunistic attackers. The Sovereign continued its maneuvering to place it above the planet, between the station and the ground. Shields were angled and weapons were beginning to take aim, preparing for the worst case scenario.

"Incoming Ships, you are ordered to pull back complement to beyond Mandalorian Lunar Orbit. This is not a request." The system was currently under attack and a good deal of posturing and intimidation was already going on, and while Rach had not taken command of the full fleet, it wasn't like there weren't Mandalorian ships in the system. Concordia and Mandalore was home to a great number of starships, Hyperion Naval Vessels, and Clan Vereen ships. Furthermore it had an orbital security net.

The complement of the Tra'kranak began emptying, numerous flights of Ra'grs dropping from hangar bays and moving out, with several squadrons on an intercept course with the newly arrived interceptors. They began broadcasting to those ships ordering them away from the planet while the others spread out in response patterns.

"Can someone get some rapid response ships active to move on intercept paths with all incoming ships. I'm not betting on everyone's good will while someone is trying to drop a space station on our home." Rach turned back to the sensor board, noting how things were developing. For now, the Mandalorian Empire ships and fighters seemed to be complying with his orders somewhat. Had it not been for the timely arrival of Oren Rekali, it was likely that their boarding craft and fighters nearing the station wouldn't exist, and even as it was, Rach wasn't happy with their presence. "Pull our fighters on escort paths to keep evacuating civilians moving to the rally point, beyond that, the Roche's can handle monitoring the station."

"Empire Commander, pull out all your starfighters. Starfighters in this situation are useless if you are intent on aid. I'm reading several on their way, and we are ordering all of them away from the station. I want to hear that broadcast too, that way I can assume any that don't listen to both of us are third party enemies." The old fang was getting a little impatient. Everyone was running around like chickens with their heads cut off, and so far, few of them were actually listening to anyone with a braincell. If one officer could establish space control, and control evacuation, this little stunt would be over, but instead there were seven or eight hotheads that knew what was best.

"Sir, message coming in from Alderaan." The Communication's officer was almost yelling.

The woman standing beside the old warrior whispered, "He's angry and he's on his way already. Pulled only a couple of ships from the feel of it. Interesting considering a red alert from Mandalore."

"Well, its not like we are using all the ships here yet. I'm about to have to though. Hyperion, our ships, plus the UMC Fleet. Those are all still inactive. Right now only the Defense Platforms and this combat line have been activated." Rach sighed. Everyone was running to Mandalore's red alert that got sent out when a fleet bearing the same colors as the terrorists dropped in system. "Patch him to the Tra'kranak so he can get a briefing. I'm in combat."

[member="Alkor Centaris"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Oren Rekali"] [member="Aeden"] Miles [member="Sabine Kurtass"]

 

[Xis]

[SIZE=10pt]Iratus had stood off to the side for the entire terrorist attack, since it had first begun he’d been hiding there in the shadows and following the Mass Murdering Gen’dai. Iratus was there to see the defenses that the Mandalorian’s could muster to fight the enraged Gen’dai and his droid forces, but it didn’t seem like it would be enough. The Gen’dai was obviously well versed in combat along with the force. Earlier the force scream the Gen’dai had released was completely deafening and sickening with many of the other civilians falling into unconsciousness or vomiting. Iratus himself hadn’t felt the effects, but maybe there was some child out there who had suddenly felt as though their ears were being destroyed due to the inhuman shriek.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The more Iratus watched, the more he had become transfixed with the Gen’dai. Oh the possibilities of having such a being owe one a favor. The Gen’dai would be more than a pawn in Iratus’ games. He would possibly be the rook where almost everybody else had been pawns. Where Iratus sat on the board? Why he wasn’t on it at all, he was simply the player doing his best to manipulate the galactic scene in a way he saw fit. There was no more need for examination, it was obvious that the Gen’dai, whatever his name was, had gotten himself into a bind trying to combat the Mandalorians.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Not willing to lose the being Iratus sent the Gen’dai a short telepathic message, whether the beast let it through or not Iratus would never know. "I shall save you this time, but one day you shall return the debt to me. " Then bursting from the shadows and instantly shifting into a Gen’dai that mirrored Saverok, Iratus would move to tackle the newly formed Xenomorph away and pin it to a nearby wall with the strength to match a Gen’dai. There had been a difference in Iratus’ transformation from the Witches. It had been almost instant for one and for a second the body flickered. If one examined the newly formed Gen’dai in the force they’d notice the signature belonged to that of an innocent. A complete opposite to the nature of Saverok and even Iratus himself. A closer examination with infrared would show the entire body as one consistent heat.[/SIZE]


[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Saverok"]

 

[Darth Banshee]

"Incoming Ships, you are ordered to pull back complement to beyond Mandalorian Lunar Orbit. This is not a request." The system was currently under attack and a good deal of posturing and intimidation was already going on, and while Rach had not taken command of the full fleet, it wasn't like there weren't Mandalorian ships in the system. Concordia and Mandalore was home to a great number of starships, Hyperion Naval Vessels, and Clan Vereen ships. Furthermore it had an orbital security net.

She was bit confused by the fact they did not recognise her ships, after all they did help at Agmar. It did not matter however, she need to present her I.D. So she raised a channel to the person telling her to pull back, Ch'ah Sabine Kurtass cat Serenno, ch'ah cart s cseah s vatt'ah, veah K'ir baper ch'eo let'ir ch'at ch'tra. Roughly translated said she was Sabine Kurtass from Serenno, and she was here to help, now where do you want her. As she waited for a reply, her fleet slowed down, so not to get into orbit to soon, as they where here defend the planet, not get attacked by it.

 

[Lina Djo]

The last layers of the floor and consequently the ceiling above [member="Saverok"] peeled away, revealing the mass of the gen'dai beneath. Mia whistled to draw his attention to her. "Hey, Hut'uun." She spat. The air around the gen'dai would begin to warm as Mia made the molecules about him dance. The air ignited, enveloping the gen'dai in a great ball of flame. Mia dropped down into the corridor behind him, hands moving to keep the fire ball as tight as she could.

"You picked the wrong fething day to start a fight."

[member="Ember Rekali"]
[member="Iratus Palpatine"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

" What in actual kark?" Saverok questioned his eyes and the being that [member="Ember Rekali"] changed into. He thought he had seen it all but he was wrong. This thing was as big as he was and looked equally dangerous. Not to mention the other Gen'dai that was charging toward them. What was going on?

Confused on the highest levels, Saverok found it suprising when his body shifted instinctively. A spiked punch sliced through the air. Looking back at the beast in front of him the Gen'dai could barely hold in his laugh. " Ppffffffttt." he giggled. All the build up for a punch? A chuckle escaped him. His laughing did not last long. Watching the Alien before him mouth its mouth Saveroks instincts failed to register the green liquid that splattered all over his face. Within seconds a sizzling could be heard and pieces of flesh could be seen falling off his face. Screaming in horrible pain, Saverok was forced to close his eyes. * Slam * A Spiked fist came next causing the Gen'dai to flay back and hit a nearby wall with a thud.

Metal plates from above fell down on him, He knew this only because he could feel it. What now? Was that the explosives? No. It was another mandalorian, specifically [member="Mia Monroe"] in this case.

" Eat Bantha poodoo and die, Schutta!" He managed to squeal before more screaming escaped his mouth. He didnt need his eyes to feel a all consuming flame on his body. Burning flesh scorched the air filling the station with its stench. Its unsure when it happened but at some point Saverok was not longer conscious. His body layed limp regenerating over and over and over again struggling to stay alive.

There were no thoughts only instinctive reactions to pain and suffering.

* BOOM*

Explosions shook the space station about all over creating several breaches. Red Alarms phased and emergency protocals started to sound. Down the hall the very air in the station howled in strain as it was siphoned into the open vacuum of space. The fire on Saveroks body fled leaving a limp charred steak of meat. Sliding about the station walls the hunk of muscle, tendons and nerves steadily fell into line with the very air. Was no stopping it, Saverok couldn't! How could he when he was unable to move let along thing for himself in his current state! And so like a hutt ball being thrown about he bounced and glanced off the metal interior till a goal was made.

Open Vacuum.

With no lungs or any source of oxygen intake, what once was a charred steak was now a frozen charred steak. Forced to drift space.

[member="Iratus Palpatine"]
[member="Zef Halo"]
[member="Isley Verd"]
@Anyone else

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Though taking another form brought on dissociation, Ember confessed he felt very present, satisfied on a gut level, as his rhak-skuri fists crashed into [member="Saverok"]'s face -- and his acid slaver melted the Gen'Dai's features into smoking slag. There was a certain joy in that-

BOOM came another Gen'Dai out of literally nowhere -- [member="Iratus Palpatine"] conjuring some disguise or force phantom or shapeshifting art. It slammed Ember's immense form against the bulkhead; black chitin cracked, and drops of acid hissed on the deck. Ember roared with lungs ten times the size of his normal set.

BOOM came another sound, exponentially greater in degree, a shockwave cacophony that didn't even register as noise so much as impact. Disorientation. He was vaguely aware of deaths crowding the airwaves of the Force, a moment of terror, some of it -- shamefully -- his. Bit by bit, in a torrent of secondary detonations, the space station was exploding.

He turned his massive head, his tail scored the bulkhead, and his gaze settled on five shapes: [member="Brent Warnel"], [member="Despair"], [member="Kade Kelborn"], [member="Aedan Miles"], and [member="Mia Monroe"]. The masked Dark Master could bite him, so far as he was concerned, and Miles had been a waffling turncoat for his entire career, but the other three had fought well. They were young. They deserved better than this, if anyone deserved anything. Monroe had been through so, so much in her short life. Sith torture, dismemberment, reincarnation, possession. She'd been one of the finest mand'alore he'd ever known, and could still do so much more.

Whereas Ember was old, had already retired three times, had handed the Clan to Alec, had prepared a home in the Netherworld where he could kill Sith for eternity. Maybe now was the time after all.

He'd had these thoughts before; he didn't have time to rehash them in their fullness. Even so, and even though he hadn't made any kind of a conscious decision related to the moment when he made the final risk -- even so, he found himself making the decision in a heartbeat.

Fury exploded from him. Indignation that this tiny fraction of a sentient being, this worthless cur, would try all this, do all this for no reason -- and in [member="Isley Verd"]'s name. And maybe Isley had sent him after all. Though Ember didn't believe that, he made himself believe it, just for the moment he had left, and drew strength from the extra measure of fury that betrayal garnered.

His skillset had its strengths and its limits -- he did not, for example, know how to transfer his soul into a new body -- but he knew exactly one technique that could help. A spell ripped through his mind, he threw out a clawed hand, and he poured every bit of strength into the Force. An iridescent green haze of Force protection surrounded Mia Monroe, Brent Warnel, and Kade Kelborn -- no others. The rest would have to deal with the full wrath of the space station's explosion.

An instant after he conjured the protection around Monroe, Warnel, and Kelborn, a secondary explosion drove a durasteel I-beam through his belly as he reverted to his true form. The beam shoved beskar plates out of the way, and the remnants of his spine.

An instant after that, Ember and the Dark Side exploded. Good-sized explosion, too. Class-B thermal detonator equivalent, chucking beskar shrapnel everywhere; it pinged harmlessly off the Force protection he'd wrapped around Monroe, Warnel, and Kelborn. That was his final thought as a mortal. Doubtless he'd have chosen another one if he could, something more profound, but no man gets to choose his life's final thought.

He'd have taken comfort, if he'd had the time, knowing that his final gift would preserve his three allies through the explosion, and that Mandalorian search and rescue ships would be able to scoop them out of space if they had enough air. He'd have taken comfort in knowing that he'd accomplished something of worth, plucked a touch of significance out of a suddenly-revealed no-win situation. He'd have thought of the woman he'd loved, the children they'd lost, the extended family he'd built in their stead -- [member="Allyson Locke"] and [member="Falcon Rekali"] and [member="Samael Rekali"] and so many others. He'd have thought of a stronger, somewhat more unified Dathomir; of a fortified Gordian Reach; of the vengeance he'd taken on the Sith and the Republic for the deaths of his children. He'd have thought of his fall to the Dark Side, and pondered whether he was satisfied with what he'd become. He'd have questioned his plan to camp out in the Field of Blades for eternity, even though he'd probably make the same decision again -- if he'd had more time.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan's eyes widened as he saw what was happening and drew on the force using it to enhance his speed as he dropped to the ground and sprinted towards a window he had mere seconds before everything went to hell and he had to get out of here. Channeling the force through his body Aedan threw his hand out a massive force push bursting the window ahead of him as he leapt out of igniting his jetpack for extra boost as one of his ships turned towards the station to pick him up his violet eyes flaring gold as he snarled darkly. Looking over his shoulder as the building exploded Aedan braced himself for the concussive wave as the Facade-class opened its cargo pod to receive him knowing the impact may hurt him but not kill him. The impact knocked the young man unconcious a dent appearing in his armor as he dropped to the bottom of the pod the ship flashing away from the planet as it sent out a coded signal to another ship at the edge of Mandalorian space.

 

[Lina Djo]

Everything that followed her descent into the fight passed in a blur of emotion and colour. There was a sense of satisfaction and the stink of burnt flesh, in knowing that her target was suffering beneath the orange and yellow hues the reflected in her vision. There was a flare in the force, one of panic and had she been linked into the stations comms, she might have been less confused about the pop in her ears as the atmosphere in the station rapidly changed. Gravity stopped working and she was yanked from her feet. She snatched a dangling cable, ripping skin from the palms of her hands flattening herself against the wall as best she could as the gen'dai's body went tumbling past her.

Realisation dawned, and for a moment, she was an exposed nerve. She hadn't felt death on a scale like this since Keldabe was nuked. How many soldiers were on this station? How many families lived and worked here? She didn't know, nor did she want to. A cold fury spread through her, interrupted as a green haze formed around her and she released her grip on the wire. Her eyes snapped up to Ember. "No." The word was little more than a whisper, she shook her head though she knew in her heart that nothing would stop Ember now. A fist hammered on the field, oblivious to the others she shared the sanctuary with. "EMBER!"

The explosion that followed decimated was was left of the corridor and shuted the group into space. Mia turned in the zero gravity and looked at those she was with. Young warriors, in their prime. For just a moment, Mia's horror was etched on her face, seeping through in the force, but she put a lid on it, boxing it and shoving it on a shelf in the dark place in her mind and let her expression return to something assertive. "Do any of you have a com-link?"

[member="Ember Rekali"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Kade Kelborn"]

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent was still trying to shoot the Gen'Dai as Ember became some type of new being. Through some sort of ritualistic magic, or the force, or both even, he had become some sort of new person, or alien for that matter. Whatever it was, Ember was still on there side, and he tackled the Gen'Dai and began to fight back, and he fought in a spectacular fashion as the Gen'Dai's face started to melt and he was left thrashing about in pain. [member="Mia Monroe"] tore the durasteel plates that held the ceiling together and before Brent eyes the air and [member="Saverok"] himself burst into flame. He could hear the Gen'Dai screaming from the pain that the fire caused and Brent could only stare in bewilderment.

Brent had his rifle still trained on the Gen'dai and he watched as it's battered form lay limp on the ground; dead or unconscious. He had almost heaved a sigh of relief, but then another Gen'Dai appeared from nowhere and slammed [member="Ember Rekali"] into the nearest bulkhead. Brent could hear the devastation that caused to Ember's body as his new form roared out in a terrifying sound that made Brent's hair stand on end, and he watched in amazement as Ember's blood caused the deck below his to melt away.

He raised his rifle and was just about to continue firing on the new threat when explosions rocked the station. Seconds later the stations klaxons and emergency alarms went off in a horrid cacophony; and Brent knew that they were all in a world of trouble as the air started venting out in space and vacuum began to settle in. He was at a loss of what to do, his suit was rated for vacuum but with the explosions tearing the space station apart, he was most likely going to die from the kinetic force of one of the bombs, or by flying debris in orbit if he got sucked out into the void.

It seemed this time though, he was already taken care of, as a shimmering green field of energy surrounded him and he looked in awe at it. He saw Ember then, the green energy fading from his hand just a metal beam ripped through his being and pinned him to the deck. "Ember!-" Brent began to yell just as an even greater explosion tore through the immediate area and the corridor was ripped apart and all three of them were catapulted into space.

Brent floated in space, turning end over end and wondering what had just happened. What had caused that explosion, was Ember dead? Could he have maybe surrounded himself with the same force field? He thought positively, he hadn't known the man that long, but if Ember sacrificed himself for Brent all because the Mandalorian Empire had forced the United Clans hand in this battle, there would be retribution.

Those thoughts turned over in Brent's head until he heard Mia's voice asking for a comm, and he craned his neck so he could see her as he floated and responded to her, "I have one built into my armor, I don't know if it's still working but I can try it, what do you need?" he said, still caught up in all that had just happened. Still not believing what he had just seen.

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Iratus Palpatine"] [member="Kade Kelborn"]

 

[Laira Darkhold]

The communications officer repeated the order, "Yes, fall back to beyond Lunar orbit with Mandalore. Currently the fleet commander has issued a demarcation line to that point to limit vessels in the area. Take note, the Mandalorian Empire vessels are also being held behind this demarcation line."

Rach continued watching the situation progress, though it didn't look like many of these idiots were paying him much mind. When sensors began detecting thermal variations within the hull, the Old Fang let out a deep sigh. It was tell-tale signs of internal explosions and sabotage. "Deploy Search and Rescue teams into the area. Station itself is still in geo-synchronous orbit, but have the larger pieces recovered from here via tractor beam. Keep deflector shields up. Get a squadron of fighters running beneath us in atmosphere to take out any stray debris that doesn't burn up. Make sure they do life form scans first. Keep rounding up the rest of the fleeing vessels and taking them to a holding area. I wanna catch that monster." Other Mandalorian ships were calling in, signalling they were now running, crews at their stations and responding to the Fleet Commander. Most were being routed to the holding area where survivors were being ushered, ships told to move in defensive position, but some where being readied between Mandalore and Concordia off to eleven o'clock of the Mandalorian Empire vessels beyond long range. Shuttles began moving towards the station and the pair of corvettes already circling opened up scanners on the station looking for life signs to begin directing traffic, and a starfighters ran passes, ordering escape pods and ships to the holding pattern, while a single group began chasing down debris.

"Sir, there are still living beings aboard the station." The woman dipped her head low, "But I sense many have perished in the explosions."

"Well, have Devil Eyes move to close proximity so that anyone capable of space walks can reach her and get picked up. Have the boys on high alert and see if she can help out any. Hangar facing the station." The Old Fang was rather tired today. It had been a long, long afternoon and it hadn't ended very well. No matter what happened, someone had died before their time and so, the monster had at least some small victory. If he had anything to say about it though it would be Saverok's last victory. The frigate wasn't the best armed but for people alive and in space, they would at least have a place to move to, even if they wouldn't be receiving a warm welcome.

"I mean it on holding those escape pods and fleeing vessels. Hail any that move for the Empire's ships and bring them back to the holding area. I want them all searched for that beast and its toys." Rach rubbed his eyes and stood in the chair. "Open a frequency to the Empire's ships. Make sure they can hear me."

"Yes commander. One moment." The communications officer tapped a few keys on her board and then looked up at the command salon where Rach was standing. "Communication line is open."

"Get Out."

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Despair"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Isley Verd"]

 

[Anija Betna]

[member="Rach Vizla"] [member="Zef Halo"] [member="Isley Verd"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Oren Rekali"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

Mandalore - High Orbit
En route from Mandalorian Medical Corps Facility
Mandalorian Medical Frigate Taba'yr

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Feth..... That was the first thought that tumbled through her head as Anija heard the alert tone reverberating through the ship's comm net. It wasn't often such an alert was issued, and only a few persons had the ability to do so. Barring that, it could also be triggered by a few other means. But, that technicality mattered little at the moment. For now, she was scrambling what aid she could. Most of the fleet was on standby, but not easily mustered from their present location.

And from what sensors were telling her, they might not be needed. She frowned as she studied the sensor repeater at the aft of the bridge. Currently, she was aboard a Baar'ur class medical frigate. They were escorted by two Nexus class cruisers. It might not have amounted to much in the grand scheme of things, but a feeling in her gut told her those medical frigates would be needed. And not solely for SAR operations, either. A medical ship the Baar'ur might be, but she was equipped with no less than thirty heavy grade tractor beams.

But beyond what the sensors were telling her, Anija could feel the Force almost boiling aboard the station which floated in close orbit to Mandalore itself. Anger, fury, and shock rippled through the Force so strongly that she stumbled for a moment from the sheer force of it. A moment to regain her footing and Anija turned, quickly snapping an order. "Full speed ahead, make for the station --" Just then, she felt another wave as the force of the explosion slammed into the medical frigate.

Alarms screamed for a moment as the force of the blast shoved the ship sideways. It took several seconds of mad scrambling for the crew to silence the alarms and to take stock of what happened. As soon as they had bought the ship back onto it's course heading they began towards the station... or what was left of it. Immediately, the crew began to scan for the escape pods and evac shuttles as they moved closer to the blast zone. There were many... so many.

Off closer towards the blast zone, she could sense three presences. One which she knew well. And yet, something seemed to be missing. Cautiously, she reached out with the Force once more, searching the wreckage with her mind. And yet, for all her searching one presence was not there. In spite of the path Ember had walked following Roche, Anija still considered him a close friend and mentor. Butt, that was to be no more. Where his presence had been, there was naught but a void like that of the space with separated her from the wreckage of the station.

For Ember:

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[Sal Katarn]

Explosions rippled through the superstructure of the space station, tearing it apart in an expanding halo of debris and fire. Kade's eyes widened briefly in shock, then a flying piece of shrapnel slammed into his helmet with enough force to leave a dent. Kinetic energy knocked him unconscious and he slipped into blackness just as a sphere of shimmering green snapped into place around him and his comrades.

When he awoke a day later he asked what became of the station. Destroyed, they said. He asked for Rekali. Gone, they said. More names rattled off his tongue. Dead, they said.

"Brothers and sisters gone and I yet draw breath... how?"

So they told him of the heroism of Ember Rekali, the Witch King, the NIghtbrother, but above all... a Mandalorian.

At first his heart sung with gladness, that the man had met a worthy end, then he thought of those who had brought about such a death... and his blood began to boil.

 

[Ardasz Verd]

His lips were taut and unsmiling as he stared on at the savagery wrought, Brother against Brother.

Or so they were led to believe.

For millennia, the Children of Kad Ha'rangir persevered, a culture of warriors united by their lifestyle and camaraderie in times of war, and fractured but friendly during the foreign phases of peace and passivity. Never did they converge on one another like a dog severing its own flesh to be rid of fleas. This situation was born not of a thirst for conquest or strength for all Mando'ade, but for the sake of infighting and bickering over who or what was a Mandalorian.

Those who had to question what constituted a Mandalorian were not Mandalorian.

Whether the question came from within or without, it only meant one thing. A man had lost his soul over this. Not the men who died, nor those who fought overhead due to the lack of understanding, but the man who incited all of this. To pit one Mando against another for no other reason than to watch it all burn was a sin so grave, it deserved nothing less than the most severe of punishments that could be levied.

In that instant, the man staring out into space at unabashed carnage did not do so through his own eyes. He was no more than an arbiter for an ancient, elemental force. His words dripped with acid and deeper meaning all at once as he slammed a hand against the transparisteel, and his mortal heart beat with intense agony for those of his people who were lost. The voice that rattled from him was deeper than his own.

" [member="Saverok"] ." He knew the man would not hear him, could not hear him. Without the Force, the voice of a mere man could not transcend time and space to reach a being who fancied himself greater. Still, the words spoken bore weight greater than even Beskar. "You have tread upon the Children of Manda'yaim, of Manda itself, and of Kad Ha'rangir, who renews the galaxy and does away with filth. You have trampled over the oaths you took, to father your children and teach them our ways. You have spat on respecting your brothers and sisters, and you have caused them to bleed with your own hands."

His eyes burned with deep, violent fire. "You broke their armor, and you spoke against them in their own tongue. You disrespected what it means to be Mando'ad, and you have destroyed the brotherhood that you kept with them. You did not fight for your family, but broke holes in the tightly knotted ropes that held it together."

He slammed his fist into the glass, which shook fiercely and made a sinister creak beneath his fury, but held fast.

"You are without honor, beneath pity, and worthy only to descend into oblivion."

Darian cursed the Gen-Dai's name, his progeny, and all his endeavors until the end of time with these three words:

"You are Dar'manda."

 

[Lina Djo]

It took her a moment to realise [member="Kade Kelborn"] was unconscious, ahw reached out to him, tugging him gently towards her in the zero g, eyes taking over his limo form. By the looks of thing it was only a head injury. He would live at least. "Open a link to all channels, request a pick up..." She paused for a moment, her hand gently tracing the dent in kades helmet. "Tell them your with Field Marshall Monroe."

She recalled her conversation with [member="Isley Verd"] on top of a mountain on Dathomir. Remembered how she told him that the mandalorians could not be helped, that they had lost there ability to see. He has seemed adamant he could fix things. Mia closed her eyes and reached out in the force, searching for him. He was there, somewhere, but even her telepathic abilities made it difficult for her to convey a message to him of any words. Instead she sent him a feeling, a flash of pain sorrow and anger, but above all dissappointment. She had promised the council he wouldn't attack, nor would he sanction one. Yet he had done nothing to stop this either.


A familiar signature interrupted her and she drew away, reaching instead for her niece [member="Anija Betna"]. Ad'ika, come find me.

[member="Brent Warnel"]

 

[Brent Warnel]

Brent floated in the void of space, and in the void fo his thoughts at the same time. He heard [member="Mia Monroe"] voice and registered what she said, yet it was hard for him to actually focus himself into doing what he said. Space was cold, and the darkness around him was something that terrified him at the absolute absence of anything other than the black. Pieces of durasteel and in some cases bodies floated around him, and some durasteel and conduits bounced off his armor.

He looked over at Kade and saw the man's form limp, and he watched as Mia pulled him closer to her. Seeing his friends limp body snapped him back to reality, and he opened a channel to anyone within range, "This is Brent Warnel on behalf of Field Marshal Mia Monroe, we need immediate extraction. I'm turning on a distress beacon linked to my comms, if any Vod can hear this, we are still alive. Come and get us." Brent left the comm channel open and activated his emergency distress beacon, letting anyone know his location.

"It's done Field Marshal," Brent told Mia, as he looked out towards the devastation that was caused by the destruction of the space station.

He wondered how many had died, and why no one had done anything to stop it. There were dozens of ships in system, both of the clans and the Mandalorian Empire, and none had stopped the terrorist from boarding the station, none had even come within range of the station to offer assistance. There was so much distrust between the two factions that neither had been allowed to get within range of the station, and in so doing that they had let possibly hundreds of people die. Why? Why had no one done anything? Why had Ember died on that station? If [member="Isley Verd"] hadn't made his stake as Mandalore and tried to get the clans to back him, would [member="Saverok"] have done this rash act? Did the Mandalorian Empire force the Gen'Dai's hand by trying to usurp the United Clans?

This whole scenario had destroyed a lot of trust between the two factions, and someone of strong character would be needed to set the two factions straight again. Because if someone didn't, this incident could ignite a war between the Mando clans on a scale not seen before. Brent feared for the future of his people if that happened.

[member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Rach Vizla"]

 

[Xis]

Tackling the shapeshifting witch to the wall had been far easier than Iratus had thought it would be. For a second he feared the new form wouldn’t be strong enough to combat the beast or hold it down. The sound of chitin cracking was the one thing that assured the Sith that he’d made the right decision. That was at least till the acid leaked from the creature as though it was regular blood and burned through the deck. How one could even hold such a powerful acid in their body was beyond Iratus, one should never question what another could do with the force. Iratus had just seen something he’d never witnessed in the Witch’s shapeshifting.

The wild shriek of Ember would’ve possibly disorientated Iratus if he’d been there in person but the phantom held strong. At least it did till the Gen’dai was caught in one of the explosions literally blowing the phantom to bits. The entire right side of the body was now missing and unlike a true Gen’dai there was no healing from this. The Phantom stood dead still for a few seconds as though it couldn’t process what had happened before the body slowly began to dissipate as though wind being blown by the sand the manifestation of force energy was gone. It was as though the phantom had never been there in the first place.

What people would be able to sense was the loss of an innocent life as the lifeline that was bonded to the phantom died. Maybe it was an elderly Mandalorian male simply watching the holonet, or a child being put to sleep by their mother. Maybe even the mother herself.

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On a planet far away from where all the drama with the Mandalorians was going on Iratus’ eyes darted open. Exploding out of the pool Iratus was breathing heavily. The silverish-white hair clung to his face as water still dropped from his body. The cold air of Ilum chilled his body to the core causing the hybrid to shiver. The plans he had started had only just begun before the phantom had been killed. The explosion had come out of nowhere and the Gen’dai was still trapped out there in the middle of space with no back up.

Considering the terrorist act that was committed the Gen’dai would be in hot water. Not willing to give up on losing his rook just yet Iratus began to sink back into the pool ready to start another force ritual. The first was incredibly draining. His eyes were sunken and his body shook from exhaustion but he had to do it one more time. The cold of the pool bit into his skin as Iratus breathed in, he focused on drawing in the force to himself preparing himself.

[member="Saverok"]

 

[Anija Betna]

Mandalore - approaching the wreckage of the station
Mandalorian Medical Frigate Taba'yr + Escorts
[member="Brent Warnel"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Kade Kelborn"] [member="Oren Rekali"] [member="Draco Vereen"]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4AZMmKRJ2Q[/media]​

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As Anija continued to search the wreckage both with her mind and with the sensors aboard the Taba'yr, she felt a familiar presence reach back. For a moment, Anija clenched her eyes shut even tighter as she felt Mia's emotions wash over her from the brief contact. Anger... disappointment. Many of the same things Anija herself felt. Ember had been a mentor to her. A man she admired, and looked up to. He'd taught her so much. And to some extent, she considered him family. But in a deeper way than most did regarding their Mandalorian Vode. He wasn't related by blood, but that didn't matter. In Mandalorian society, it was not one's family connections that made a person; it was your actions and the people you touched.

The people you touch..... The thought jolted Anija back to the present as she felt the touch on her mind again. And it was that which spurred her to action. "Helm, get us in close as you can. Use maneuvering thrusters and if you need to. Move the debris with tractor beams as necessary. But, be careful to not start a cascade reaction..." She watched as there were nods around the small bridge and her crew went to work. She leaned over the sensor plot, watching closely as the Taba'yr drew ever closer to the emergency beacon which blazed a bright orange several hundred meters forward of their present position.

Slowly, the medical frigate drew herself close to the position of the three Mandalorians. Careful bursts of the maneuvering thrusters brought Taba'yr coasting to a stop relative to their position. They were perhaps some 200 meters away. Taba'yr's tractor beams had carefully cleared a path. Taking a breath, Anija spoke over the same channel the distress broadcast had gone out from. "This is Field Marshal Anija Betna. The Medical Frigate Taba'yr is roughly 200 meters from your present position. If you feel you can cross the distance, you can use the airlock on the ventral hull.. here...." She sent out a diagram of the Taba'yr, with the airlock marked in bright green. "If you do not feel you can make the crossing, I have a SAR unit suited and ready to assist."

 

[Darth Banshee]

[member="Rach Vizla"]

She replied to comms officer Rcisah rob, which meant understood. She then sent a secure message, If you wish me to engage Mandalorian Empire forces, I shall commit to your cause against the false mandalore. She then looked at her navigations officer, and gave them there orders. Take fleet fifty kilometers, from The Mandalorian Empire forces. If requested we engage them, and take them all out. A civil war may start today, but even if not as long as he says he is Mandalore there is count down on it, she thought to herself. She wonder if just killing him would be the best course of action, she had skill to do it. Though opportunity would be hard to come by, as she no idea of layout of his defences, nor has she seen how he fights. She then pounder and if she did kill him, then what. As his followers could start of civil war in retribution, for sending her as assassin. What she could not fathom was why did he declare himself mandalore without council backing, only people she could see benefiting from this was The One Sith. They where her true enemy, the reason she faked her death, so she could fight them without risking emily who lived in the republic which was know crumbling. She need to find way to check up on [member="Rexus Drath"], make sure her daughter was safe, otherwise what was the point of doing this.

 

[Lina Djo]

Mia nodded in acknowledgment that the message had been sent and closed her eyes. She should never have left, even if staying would have brought hell upon her people, the Liberator could at least say they stood together. It was all too coincidental, Isley had tried to claim the title of Mand'alor over the United Clans and been shunned, no less than a few days later a gen'dai acting against his leader launches an attack and thousands of people die. There would be a cry for blood, there would be demand for justice and when it went unanswered...

There would be war.

A great weight settled on her shoulders. She would have to make a choice between the United Clans and the Empire, or she would have to do everything in her power to stop what was coming. Opening her eyes she looked up as the shadow of a frigate moved over them. "Tell them we need a medic as soon as we embark." She reached her hand up towards it and used the ship as an anchor, tugging them slowly towards it with the force, waiting for directions from Brent as she did.

[member="Anija Betna"][member="Brent Warnel"]