Public Lost My Cool (Mandalorians)

[Karsan Munin]

THEME

V E L M O R
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When you wanted the best, you hired the best.

The Mandalorians took a hit, scattered to and fro after the collapse of their Empire. After the dissolution and weakness of the so-called Infernal's reign, the Mandalorians were spread across the galaxy, either by exile, by choice, or by fear of what came next after the Infernal collapsed- and failed to protect their home world.

But the true Mandalorians, the ones who did not serve Yasha-

Found ample work fighting fights for someone else.

Credits were everywhere, credits were all around you. You either had to find it, or simply ask for it. In the case of Karsan Munin his Mandalorian compatriots- they simply were contacted about a relatively easy job on Velmor. Destroy what the Velmor government and the local militia could not. It was an easy enough task... supposedly there were Imperial troops and Silver Jedi agents on the planet. The local government wanted them gone. Of course, the operation went smoothly... the people the Mandalorians attacked had built a makeshift FOB inside of an older Empire's silos. The attack went smoothly- after all, they were practically shooting fish in a barrel for the beginning of the attack, and clearing out the rest of the facility was easy enough for the seasoned veterans. The facility was used to house shuttles and troops, and had elevators, staircases, to the surface, along with several tunnels leading to another silo about half a kilometre away.

Personally, Karsan thought it was humorous, and ironic that they died in another Empire's abandoned effort inside to advance their own. He wasn't sure who they were- they had no insignia, and Karsan hadn't kept up with Imperial equipment since his time under the One Sith. But as soon as the last soldier fell, the Mandalorian's eyes were cast upwards- and found themselves surrounded by the very people that hired them on the ring above them.

Karsan swore as the blaster bolts came down, barely missing him.

There were only a handful of the Mandalorians. In fact, Karsan, by a wide estimate- guessed that they were outnumbered 7 to 1 by the local militia and citizens of the planet.

He considered that a fair fight.

But he knew where they hid the shuttles they used to get on-world quietly. They just needed to escape the situation they were in currently... and maybe they'd live to fight another day. The shuttles were roughly two kilometres away, and he assumed they had enough men to cover that much ground, based on their numbers around the ring of the silos alone. He looked at his other Mandalorian comrades in solidarity, and they had a unanimous, silent consensus-

Kill 'em all.

Blaster bolts started going both ways. The Mandalorians weren't intending on being easy targets. They were going to fight tooth and nail back to their shuttles, and survive for the next fight.

They just needed to finish this one first.

Rockets, blaster bolts, and grenades went everywhere. The Mandalorians were in for a hell of a fight. One to drink about later.




OOC:

Mandalorian, looking for something to do? Strap on your Beskar, and get ready for a fight!

The Mandalorian Mercenaries need to fight their way through the militia to get back to the shuttles! Fly up with your jetpacks, take the elevator, use the tunnels or take the fight to them from the stairs... no telling how to get out of this fight! It's up to you.

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[Vilaz Munin]

A damn Hutt had more honor in their deals than the pretentious monarchy of Velmor.

It wasn’t the first time a Mandalorian got blindsided during a mercenary contract. The True Mandalorians under the the leadership of Jango Fett suffered a similar treachery by those of Galidraan many, many, many years ago when Death Watch first rose. At least the Mandalorians collected their upfront pay from the monarchs of Velmor, just meant they weren’t getting the other half of the cut. Right now getting out of here was more important than some credits or plot revenge on some poor excuse of royalty.

Live to fight another day as they said.

“Karsan! We can’t hold down the fort, we oughta retreat for the tunnels.” Defending an open space like this with the numbers they had wasn’t worth it. The militia already got the element of surprise on them and most likely had a better position than them. Fighting uphill would be the death of them, surely, and he wasn’t willing to die that easy.

 

[Karsan Munin]

History was violent.

Violence was cyclical.

And so was history.

Karsan shared the older Mandalorian's sentiment about the True Mandalorians being betrayed and misled... and grimaced that they only received half their payment. Karsan shouldered his rifle, nailing a militiamen right in the face, sending him tumbling down off the edge he was foolishly skylining himself on.

Jetpacks or not, Vilaz had a point of fighting uphill. It was a violent mess that they needed to get out, and the tunnels were the best option. Karsan screamed, motioning for the Mandalorians to follow him into the tunnels. Karsan was first, and most of the Mandalorians made it into the brightly lit tunnels-

Until of course, they shut the lights off.

Even in dim light, night vision worked. Night vision worked well- but it operated off ambient light. And in a tunnel with no ambient light, it was only pitch black. The militia was probably waiting in the dense, dark tunnel. Karsan reached to the front of his rifle and activated the light, stepping forward lightly. They had a ways to go- now crawling through the darkness, surviving like rats.