Location: Docking Bay Vicinity
Allies: The Family
Enemies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Briika Munin"] Te Veman
Objective: Defend against Raid
Strider could hear the sounds of battle coming from the docking bay just as clear as one could hear thunder. Rapid fire, explosions, war cries and the wails of death were all but a symphony to warrior's ears. Music that he had heard and played a thousand times over through out the galaxy. Life was cheap, only the strong and vicious survived its cruelty and Strider is an experienced survivor. Like a moth to the flame, the old man was drawn to the violence. His heart raced as adrenaline flowed through his veins. He forced himself into practiced breathing techniques to calm his eagerness and still his body. A warrior had to be master of not just his weapons, but his body and mind as well. A warrior had to kill with the mind and a heart as cold as ice.
Just from the sounds alone, he could tell the fight at the docking bay was pretty much once sided. The raiders would act fast and would rush inside to secure and then claim their prize. The old man was hustling, he needed to intercept them fast before they could venture deeper into the space port, making it harder to repel them. They were playing against the clock, speed was everything and Strider knew that if he could bog them down there was a chance of victory. What the legendary warrior was not expecting was what he came face to face with as he rounded the next corner........... Mando'ade........
Strider did not consider the raiders to be fellow mandalorians or he would of calculated their rapid advance to be further along. If these raiders were of any other stock of pirate or mercenary this corridor would not have been reached yet. Unfortunately they were and there were no creature or being more capable of such talented, targeted and precision tactic with vicious violence other than the Mandos themselves. So as Strider rounded the corner he would come into full view of three mandalorian raiders all clad in beskar'gam and the sigil of clan Munin. There was only a slight pause, as both sides recognized who they were staring at. Though Strider did not know these individuals personally, he new the sigil and on the reverse these warriors would know exactly who the old man was. More than not, some of them trained and served under the retired field marshal.
The pause may seemed to have expanded a life time but in reality it was only blinks of an eye before they tore into each other with blaster fire. Normally, soldiers would find cover while engaging in a firefight. Instead, the beings in this corridor charged at each other, bolts exchanged though ineffective as the lasers either scorched the armor plates or skipped off completely and ricocheting into the durasteel wall. Close quarter combat was unavoidable, and the hound's experience told him he needed to finish the three mandalorians fast if he plan to live another day.
Without hesitation, he dropped his carbine and drew the most primitive and simplistic weapon from his array of equipment. A medievalish metal warhammer, with basic design of the hammer head pronged with spikes to bite and grip into armor and transfer the full force of kinetic impact upon its intended victim. While the back end being a simple metal pike to pierce heavy armor and get at the fleshy bits of the enemy, was the weapon of choice for Strider to deal with his own kind. The first mando raider was upon him like a Strill to a stag with his beskad drawn and thirsting for Garon blood. Strider absorbed the blade's attack with his left vambrace and drove his hammer into the man's T-visor as if he was driving a rail spike, shattering the visor and denting the faceplate. The raider crumbled to the ground, but Strider had no time to confirm if he was dead or unconscious.
The next two mandalorian raiders attacked simultaneously trying to overwhelm their elderly foe. One had axe the other another beskad but longer in the blade. Both weapons came at him, the axe aimed at cleaving him in two while the sword looked for the soft spot of his neck. Strider stepped into the axeman, gripping the large weapon by the shaft with his own left hand and holding it from striking further downwards upon him. Instead he stepped off to the left side and used the axe's momentum and guided direction by his own hand to crash upon the incoming blade of the sword. Strider countered viciously with his hammer, wrapping his hammer with a flick of wrist above his head, he garnished a circular and powerful strike upon the side of the axeman's helmet. He to crumbled like a sack of poodoo and that just left the last raider with his sword. The old man pounced upon him with panther like reflexes, half gripping the warhammer with both hands and driving the shaft under the man's helmet and into his neck. With all his strength, Strider drove the man backwards and off his feet into the wall behind him. The power of the attack crushed the raider's throat and broke his neck, killing him instantly.
Strider turned to see the axeman was trying to stagger to his feet and fail. He was alive but his brain was rattled hard enough to render him useless. Strider wasted no time in putting the injured warrior out of his misery. He thrusted his left fist under the man's armored chin, wrist blade fully extended and severing the man's throat. He stood and looked upon the three lifeless forms and whispered in their native tongue "May we meet on the eternal battlefield's of the manda!"
Strider then dropped to one knee and took the helmet off his last victim. This was Clan Munin and these warriors would not be without their Alor. The last time Strider had seen Vilaz was the day they tried to assassinate Mia Munroe. That day they were allies. Today, they were not. "Vilaz!" His low deep resonating voice would come over the raider's comms VIA the helmet in his hands "I am coming for you Vod!"
