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Let us all bleed Red! [Mandalorians and Leaguers]

[member="Lord Daemos"]

"Light and Dark have no bearing on this conversation Daemos." Ordo responded, "Dark doesn't equal Sith. I'll give you one chance to walk away from the Sith and drop their hocus pocus osik and go back to the clans."

Ordo stood silent and still with the cuffs on his belt. He would rather not have to bring the man to Myrkr with the others but staying on Dromund Kaas was not an option, and neither was roaming about carrying out his fellows wishes.
 

Matreya

Well-Known Member
Daemos felt his jaw hang slightly. He had to go against everything he believed in, to retain the bonds sewn amongst the Mandalorians...

Offering a shrug before speaking, he began, "Well. Guess that puts a cap on things...

"I have lived, and bled for the Mando for to long. Voracitos will have to move on without me." Daemos said, holding out his wrists none the less. It was up to Ordo if he believed Damien.

[member="Ordo"]
 
[member="Lord Daemos"]

"You made the right choice Ner Vod." Ordo said, pointing at the man's ship, "set a course for Concord Dawn, as I said, Dromund Kaas is off limits without Mand'alor's permission. We'll see you on Manda'yaim soon."

Ordo turned and walked back to his waiting war droid. The semi-sentient mount lowered it's huge 8 meter form and allowed Ordo to climb aboard.

"Move along Ner Vod."Ordo said before his droid began lumbering toward the former citadel for a quick patrol.
 

Matreya

Well-Known Member
Offering a formal salute towards his superior he nodded, <Thank you brother. We will both see one day, that this was a good decision.> Daemos called, his Mandalorian still rusty but getting better. Moving to the cockpit of his ship, the man lifted off and made for the atmosphere. Before long he jumped to hyperspace and sat contemplating the change he had just given into...
 
Hunter awaited transport in the Hangar Bay that his Lord was shuttled from. He began to meditate on what everyone was doing as he still thought of just making a break for it. Instead he felt his outreach amplified by the ship as he was able to detect the landing party near the surface of the ship and their trajectory to the Girth and Gluttony. He made sure to send out a wave of Force Energy to act as both a very annoying sub par attack attempt,and as a way to give away his position so that he may leave.

"In here...you bastards"
 
Metal boots range out in silence against the hull of the Battlesphere as a few dozen Mandalorians rapidly approached the lip of the docking bay. Grozurra had felt the Force manipulation a few minutes earlier and understood its meaning. A simple beacon to give away the Sith's location and a message to those that came for him. 'Hurry up' the Sith way saying. Were it not for the aggravating itching sensation caused by the attack, Grozurra would have been impressed by the forwardness of the Sith he was appoaching.

Grozurra held his bowcaster at high-ready as he stepped through the energy shielding that separated the docking bay from the cold of space. At his back, squad after squad of Mandalorian soldiers stepped into the docking bay and swept their weapons over every inch of the hanger in their thorough search for possible threats.

The wookiee did not sweep his weapon and gaze back and forth along the hanger like the others. Grozurra's senses were extended through the force. He could feel every inch of the hanger. He could feel its cold embrace and pulsing electricity. More importantly, he could feel the beating heart of the Sith at the back of the hanger.

His bowcaster pointed squarely at the man's chest, Grozurra's external speakers broadcast an automated voice to the Sith. “Please tell me you don't intend to go quietly...”

[member="Hunter Yagami"]
 
[member="Captain Larraq"]

The ship did not react yet. It was prepared for the worst should it come, but for now it was cooperative. It was uncomfortable with the strangers on board with their sensors and... mostly blind spots. They were worried about the force in carry those pesky lizards, clearly, and rightfully. He did not like them trying to penetrate his interior at all.

His compatriots would be picked up and would leave this station, but he Mandalorians would not. He was almost afraid of what wrong move they might make, that would set him off in a most explosive fashion. Though, from what the holocron could gather, this may not be a worry.

Only time would tell just exactly how it would react to the boarding parties.
 
[member="Grozurra"]

Hunter heard the boots the metal surface of the docking bay, it was like someone had hit a very somber and steadfast chord, and it made him almost smile. He looked up and waved to the boarding party as if they were old friends, and in fact as he looked out...he was a bit skeptical at first, but then remembered his past as he gave a little laugh.

"Well, well...looks like they let you in after all [member="Grozurra"]."

Hunter said in a familiar tone as he stood up and began to walk towards them with his hands up high in surrender as he held the same awkward smile the entire time as he got within 2 meters of Grozurra.

"Don't recognize an old sparring partner and ex squad mate do ya?"

Hunter said in a rather lively tone.

"I surrender, back to my home planet, back to Mandalore, go on...radio it in. I am still in public records for the incident with my family years back...I know you remember."

Hunter waited
 
[member="Hunter Yagami"]

Grozurra stood his ground and maintained a battle-ready stance. His bowcaster pointed squarely at the soldier's chest. The emotionless face his armor presented was not one of forgiveness and second chances. "On your knees." Came the automated sounding voice from Grozurra's helmet. "Arms up. Hands open. Palms forward. Fingers spread apart." Grozurra didn't care what the man's past was. Grozurra didn't care if he was Vod or Aruetii. His orders were to subdue and apprehend all potential targets and wait for extraction or reinforcements.
 
[member="Grozurra"]
Hunter looked at his old squadmate, and apparent captor and let his smile fade as he showed his collar and he looked as if he was waiting for something drastic to happen as he held out his hands as he looked around the hanger just one more time to take in the sights as he wondered where the others were now since he was just as well cut off from them he just as well decided to antagonize the whole group of captors aboard the Hangar.

"K'oyaci! K'oyaci! Ner Vod, ib'tuur gar verds haili cetare ti Siit kote, a nau mhi narir, susulur. Verd ori'shya beskar'gam. Ti ibic, nidinu ner gaanhakyc, jorcu ninu copaani Kyr'amur ner vod."
(Cheers Cheers! Brothers/Sisters, today you warriors fill your boots with Sith glory, but before we depart, listen. A warrior is more than his/her armor. With this Honor my offer of truce for I would not willingly shed my brothers blood.)

Hunter then kept his mouth shut, but knew that what he had said in his native tongue had gotten under some of the warriors skin and showed them that not all is what it seems as one appeared to falter for a moment. Hunter reached behind him and unclasped his own utility belt to show he was coming unarmed, and that by Mandalorian Honor he could not be killed for being defenseless. There was a loud *clack* as his WESTAR blasters hit the floor, and he stared out as he pushed his arms forward with his palms up and fingers spread, mocking the wookie as it was obvious when one of the men slouched that something in the warriors mind had clicked.

"bic aalars chaab"
(It feels fear)

Hunter smiled as he whispered to [member="Grozurra"] and waited for what would happen next as one by one, it seemed his squadmates began to feel uneasy about the hangar.
 
Grozurra was a soldier as much as he was a mercenary. He was quick. He was efficient. And he was deadly. And when an unknown target in an active combat zone ignores instructions to put his hands over his head and instead reaches behind his back for a weapon, Grozurra waists no time questioning the intentions of the individual. As the hand reached back, Grozurra shifted his aim down and to the left. He knew that if the target spoke Mando, he was probably wearing a Beskar breastplate. So the wookiee's weapon now pointed squarely at a softer section of armor on the abdomen of his target. Grozurra's finger pulled tight on the trigger of his bowcaster and a single dart was catapulted forward. Before the man could even touch the weapon he reached for, he had been fired upon.

A fraction of a second later, the dart would impact the abdomen of his target and protrude from the man. The armored tip of the bolt would only pierce a few centimeters beyond the layers of armor that the man wore. In all likelihood, it would not even make it past the fat of the man's stomach to reach the muscles below. More important than the armored tip though, was the bulbous section that sat right behind it and would protrude from the outside of the man's armor.

After he pulled the triggr, Grozurra quietly counted to three.

[member="Hunter Yagami"]
 
(did not know we were auto hitting now...hmmm thats new)
[member="Grozurra"]

As Hunter was reaching back to unclasp his utility belt he noticed the twitch then sudden movement as the wookie shouldered his crossbow, and as the trigger was pulled Hunter reflected just as he was taught. He turned his holsters on his utility belt and fired 2 bolts a piece at his now enemy. As the total sum of 4 bolts flew through the air Hunter unholstered each WESTAR 35 and rolled back towards the lifts as he called for one he took shelter behind a wall as he popped his bones as he loosened himself for battle.

"Jare"
(Kamikaze-fool)

Hunter yelled out as he unzipped his jacket as he threw it out to see how many were firing and where from as the lift arrived.

"Jate'kara cabuor ner vod"
(Luck protects brother)

He yelled once more as he rolled into the lift and shot the panel as the lift began to drop towards a secondary hangar where he would prepare a trap by launching a small droid ship if anyone followed as he waited and concealed himself as he took off his collar so he could blend in with the dark side energy circulating the room.
 
Grozurra stood his ground as three of the bolts impacted his Beskar'Kandar body armor and diffused across the metal plates. A hail of blaster fire filled the air as several dozen Mandalorian soldiers opened fire at once upon the man as he made his mad dash for the corner of the room. The dart that had imbedded itself in the wall behind him exploded three seconds after impact with the force of a concussion grenade.

The small blip of a pressed button was nearly inaudible over the sound of blaster fire, but Grozurra's HUD picked up the noise and quickly compared it to a number of common sounds. On the bottom left of his HUD, a small caution symbol came up next to the symbol of opening doors. Sheb. The little coward was running for it. His HUD displayed the direction the target had moved and highlighted a general area the sound had come from. Using that, common sense, and his ability to feel his prey resonating in the force, Grozurra zeroed in on his target's location.

Grozurra was tempted to order the entire formation of Mandalorians to loose a volley of grenades at the target, but he knew that the [member="Captain Larraq"] wanted the place more or less intact. Instead, Grozurra did the only thing that seemed sensible at the time. He pulled back the string on his bowcaster, notched a new bolt, and charged forward at full speed. His natural strength, augmented by the power of the force, propelled him forward despite the weight of his heavy armor.

Rounding the corner, Grozurra arrived just in time to see the figure rolling into the open lift doors. The wookiee loosed his shot into the open doors and continued to charge the lift as the doors slid closed. Moving at full speed, the half ton of wookiee and Beskar armor slid to a stop just before the lift doors slammed shut in front of him. Wasting no time, Grozurra used the small, clawed spikes on the tips of his armored gauntlets and wedged them between the crack of the sealed door. Pulling with all his wookiee might, Grozurra pried open the doors and looked down just in time to see the explosive result of his grenade-dart explode from within the confined space of the lift.

Smiling a feral grin, Grozurra leapt into the air and dropped down the elevator shaft after the fleeing coward. Rocket boots and micro-repulsors flared as they slowed his decent. Vaguely he was aware of the half-dozen Mando'ad that followed him into the elevator shaft, their rocket-boots and repulsors likewise slowing their decent as they assisted the Sergeant on his hunt for the Sith war criminal.

[member="Hunter Yagami"]
 
[member="Darth Voracitos"]

A trail of smoke drifted from the cigarette in Larraq's hand as he watched the forward holodisplay. The trio of Galaar Heavy Shuttles were rapidly approaching the Sith Battlesphere. On another display, he watched as a group of Mandalorian soldiers pursued the only remaining organic target on the ship. He had already received communication from the rest of the soldiers in the hanger that the area was secure and they had apprehended all remaining hostiles. A brief confirmation signal later, and Larraq was watching the trio of ships enter through the external shielding and land themselves on the metal plating of the hanger.

Larraq smiled and took a long drag from his cigarette as the reinforcements on the shuttles unloaded themselves. Any prisoners in the hanger would soon have Mandalorian security collars placed on them and would soon be locked on a shuttle with numerous Ysalimir in beskar nutrient tubes. Shortly after that, his 'package' would be unloaded into the hanger of the ship.... and he would have his prize. His men could scan the ship with impunity and he could toe the Battlesphere to a port where he could have more secure access to its secrets.
 

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