Vod of the Black Watch
B L O O D F E U D
They were outnumbered, but certainly not outgunned. The sixty or so Mandalorians who had come aboard the Dragon's Fang fought ferociously, wading through small arms fire with hand-held blasters and long knives in hand. No one with a weapon was spared. Manti was among them, her armor already stained with the blood of the enemy as she strode at the head of the encroaching line of commandos. The cocophany of barking slug throwers and shrieking blasters filled her ears with the sound of battle, real battle, not the chaff she had spent the past couple of months subdueing for the Mand'alor. She and her kin would not target the civilians, though would not be overly careful to avoid them and already Manti found herself stepping over the bodies of those caught in the cross fire.
Her foe fought intelligently, a practiced response to an expected action. Rows of techs covered those in front of them before retreating and being covered in turn, moving away from the steadily advancing Mandalorians as quickly as the armored commandos encroached. They put their lives on the line to serve as a distraction as the hangar bay doors began to close, the controls secured behind Lilaste lines.
"Find the controls!-" Manti would command, speaking in her native tongue of Mando'a as to not be overheard "Control or disable them! The flies' bites don't hurt now but they'll overwhelm us if we-" she'd pause, rounding a couple of crates where a stray engineer had missed his chance to retreat while bandaging a wounded civilian. He'd fire three times, first two in the chest and second in the head as Manti encroached, his bullets doing little more than jolting Manti's body slightly at the impacts. First Manti's boot would land on on the civilian who had begun to sit up, pinning them to the ground before firing two blasts into the Lilaste Engineer, head then chest. Kicking the civilian away Manti would turn back to her men "If we aren't able to receive backup!"
Manti's head would swivel almost as soon as the side hatch would open, fifteen soldiers carrying weapons she did not recognize piling into the room. Before they had a chance to fire she was already sending blaster bolts their way, a couple of her commandos following suit. Those who made it would return fire, the one round hitting Manti's pauldron and leaving behind a smoldering red dent.
"Cover! Now! They've got-" She'd watch as Hrarl, the karker, would vault over a crate and charge the newcomers in an attempt to drag them into melee. After only a few seconds of concentrated fire from these new weapons and he'd be down. Manti would curse under her breath, her kin having already understood her orders even if she never finished them as they'd hunker down behind some of the thicker crates and return fire.
As the commandos around her switched tactics, now mirroring the defenders in coverfire, move forward, coverfire, move forward, Manti would sit back as she'd observe the battlefield. The controls to the main shuttle bay doors would be somewhere close by, or at least something they could use to override the main controls with a skilled slicer. Still the enemy was delaying, and doing an infuriatingly good job of it too. If Hrarl had just kept his head down... she glanced towards the doors, now almost shut, and realized they seemed more like a guillotine ready to decapitate Clan Wyrvhor's strike than the promise of an easy prize she had first assumed. Yet that's when she spotted it; the control room which was fully behind enemy lines. The doors could shut, for now.
"The control room!-" she'd call out, pointing it out to her kin with an open hand pointing in its direction "Move!"
A few of the commandos would jump out first, activating energy shields they held in front of them as riot shields. They, acting as mobile cover and only occasionally firing back with small blaster pistols, would advance as those armed with the larger heavier rifles and shotguns would pile behind them and cover their flanks. This walking wall of energy shields, Manti at its center, would begin marching in lock step towards the exit to the shuttle bay and towards the control room. They couldn't be delayed, stuck in here indefinitely. If the Lilaste acquired heavier weapons, or even explosives, there was no guarentee Beskar would keep them alive.
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