The Best Is Yet To Come... (The Death Watch Attack on Mandalore)

[Gilamar Skirata]

Location: MandalTech Orbital Shipyard
Enemies: [member="Ailyn Kelborn"] [member="Tralik U'rik"]
Allies: [member="Tyran Vizsla"]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ze5W8cDHcsQ&list=PLB-O2GTFANKWYdNRjaDdbRefWJyyysY8Q&index=20​

The Death Watch were putting up a fight, that much was certain. Gil cursed as a blaster bolt glanced off his shoulder, a testament to either his age or his lack of attention in a firefight, who knew. Maybe it was both. His shoulder mounted blaster hummed for a few seconds before spitting death back at the Mandalorian that had fired at him. Com chatter was distracting him, he had already lost his cape and the team he had left shuttle with was now three less. This was an inside job, no doubt, he had seen enough of them and been through enough wars to recognize it when he saw it. But could he really be surprised? This was Death Watch they were dealing with...

"THE HOUND IS DEAD, THE DEATH WATCH HAS KILLED STRIDER GARON, ASSASSINATED."

The words hit him like a bulk freighter. He stumbled, his vision blurred. Strider? Dead? Thump thump. His heart slammed into his chest, his temples throbbed. He wanted to vomit. Memories of the two in their youth flooded his mind. Silivia and Kadala's funerals, booze cruises to Zeltros, battles fought, won and lost together. Strider had been like a brother to Gil, one of his few friends left from before the Rebuilder. He could feel tears well up in his eyes as he remembered Strider holding his newborn daughter high in the air.

<"Hi Kad'ika...I'm your ba'vodu...For now, at least until you become of age that is!Gahaha!"​

"Strider! You dirty old man!" Silvia shouted as she snatched her daughter from the much younger Strider Garon. A typical thing for the Hound of Keldabe to say. Even back then he was always looking for new tail to chase and making inappropriate jokes. "Gil, say something!" A younger Gil gave Strider a hard look and waggled his finger mockingly,​

"You know how she is Strider, don't piss her off or I'll have to deal with it when we get home!" The two men laughed. The memory faded as each of them burned away in the order of their death. Even though Kadala was alive now she too was lost to him after years of isolation. As he burned away Strider looked up at a younger Gil solemnly and gave him that stupid wolfish grin of his.>​

With new-found vigor Gil roared and unleashed fury that had not been seen in the man since his younger days. He charged forward, his blaster spewing blue bolts of death dealing plasma. His shounder rammed into the chest of a young woman, wrong day to be wearing Death Watch colors. She stumbled back and drew her beskad, but it was too late. With a quick eye movement behind his helm, the spring loaded knife sheath on his left thigh went into action, launching the deadly Ori'buyce kal into his hand. His rifle fell to the ground, it was empty anyways, and the knife plunged between her shoulder plate. It pierced through the underlayer and flight suit and with a squeeze compressed CO2 was released from the blade, almost instantly causing a grave ball sized sphere of CO2 in her arm.

It exploded. Her arm flew one direction, her beskad in another. She stumbled back stunned and loosing blood quickly. It would only be a matter of time before she died. Gil stepped over the trembling traitor and picked up her rifle, his men following behind.


He swallowed hard. No. He would mourn for his fallen comrade later. Now it was time to make his so called "Sole Ruler" pay for his treachery.

 

[Kiber_Thaxton]

Location: Southern Wall, Keldabe

~

The Mandalorian continued attacking the hover tanks, taking out three more in quick succession. This was much like hunting back at home, and he could feel the adrenaline beginning to slowly pump through his bounty hunter veins. He was given more vigour and extra vitality, so he turned his attention back to the Death Watch soldiers, picking them off one by one, causing bodies to pile up, and made a barrier for the other advancing Death Watch troops to cope with.

He dodged several shots from approaching hover tanks, and then took cover behind an undestroyed portion of the upper southern wall. Bullets began to fly all around him, sometimes coming within an inch of his armour. "Damn it!!" He roared, as he popped up from behind the wall and he fired off several more shots and he took out three more squads of Death Watch and then moved onto the next target of opportunity. It was to be a fateful mistake, a rare one for him.

All that Kiber remembered was a Death Watch hover tank firing its main gun, just as he’d pulled the trigger on his Shattergun sniper rifle. The shell made an impact on the southern wall and he fell backwards, clutching at air as he fell toward the ground. Just above the cobblestones, it went all black and then he drifted into a deep state of unconsciousness and headed towards the light.

 

[Kaeda Vevut]

Location: Cold Iron City
Enemies: [member="Ailyn Kelborn"], [member="Tralik U'rik"], Death Watch
Allies: [member="Kango Fett"], [member="Olivia Dem'adas"], [member="Tyran Vizsla"], [member="Anija Betna"], [member="Kiber Thaxton"], [member="Vassara Raxis"], [member="Davin Skirata"], [member="Kresh Danner"]
Objective: Protect the Mines, try not to get caught
Gear: Energy Bow, Ten Durasteel throwing knives, One Durasteel Sword, The Force


Kaeda brought the hammer down on the beskar with a precision that would be hard to match. The quick rhythm of the hammer hits, coupled with the lithe musculature of her body, would make many assume that nothing was being done. However, being raised in the Mandalorian tradition, particularly out in the wooded mountains of Cascadia, emphasized strength in everything. Some assumed that strength was separate from agility and other physical aspects, but this was not so to the mind of the Mandalorian. All aspects had strength, and strength would lend itself to every aspect. Such that Kaeda was doing well with her forging of her first beskar blade. The Mandalorian tradition did not allow for gifting an initiate with beskar weapons except in rare circumstances, weapons should be forged by the hand that would wield them. Kaeda had learned to craft many weapons from many different materials. She had started with bows from the woods she grew up in, crafting the stave and arrows in particular fashion to allow for the necessary flex while maintaining strength. After she had master the bowyer craft, she had learned to forge blades from common iron and steel, everything from her throwing knives to her sword, all were crafted by herself. The only weapon she currently carried that she had not created was the energy bow, and that she had mainly because her longbow was far too large to carry with her to the beskar mines and forges of Cold Iron City. She did not come unarmed, but she packed lightly for the trip.

During the inhale between one hammer strike and the next, the klaxons in the forge started blaring. Interrupting a smith at the forge was done for very few reasons, and those were not ever good. She listened to the klaxon, then moved over to her gear in the corner. She pulle dout a simple data pad and queried the local net. Her face paled as the headline reached her eyes.

"Deathwatch and Vong attack Mandalore!"

Explosions rocked the world as the words she had read came true around her. The Deathwatch had come to strike Mandalore. She had trained for her entire life, forfeiting much of what little childhood most Mandalorians enjoyed so she could eventually begin hunting her true quarry, and now she would have to pit her mettle against that of other Mandalorians. She put the datapad down and donned her light armor, made from the skins of native fauna of Concordia, plated with durasteel to protect the vital parts. She strapped her sword to her back, cinching the baldrick across her chest before strapping the two sets of five knives around her left and right thighs respectively. Finally, she grabbed the energy bow and checked it's charge. It was still full from her charge last night, the battery truly must have been new as the merchant had said. She kept that weapon to hand, but did not ignite it quite yet. She was not quite as powerful in the force as she would need to be to face her ultimate enemy, but she was really good with stealth, and so she wrapped the energy field around her, not quite the invisibility of the white current, nor the mental turning of mentalist fame, but something in the middle. A camouflage that the mind wanted to ignore. It would never last against a concentrated gaze, but cursory ones should pass over her. She then left the forge to find her latest quarry.

The hunt has begun.

 

[Olivia Dem'adas]

Location: Keldabe City
Status: Angry
Gear: Towel, Pistol, Beskad Saber... TANK!

Bare feet slapped on duracrete as Olivia stormed her way through the hotel. A door burst forth and the sounds of stomping boots, rushing bodies, and crying children faded away as it swung closed again. In the parking garage, Olivia's icy blue eyes burned with a cold fury as they scanned the vast assortment of civilian and military vehicles. Only on Mandalore would the two be used interchangeably. Soft slaps echoed through the cold and silent vastness of the parking garage as Olivia made her way down an isle of assorted vehicles. Landspeeders, airspeeders, ground vehicles... a limo here, an Oya'karir there. Olivia had come to Keldabe with an escort of Clan Dem'adas Marines and house leaders. They had come from different locations and with a wide range of vehicles carrying them to the city. Most of them, however, had parked in the same section of the hotel's garage.

Olivia rounded a corner, white towel flapping loosely at her waist, tares and streaks of black from her descent down the elevator shaft revealed sections of pale, smooth skin. Before her, dim lighting showed that the corridor of parking spaces were mostly empty. Here and there a civilian vehicle remained. A pair of Oya'karir rested half in shadows, a broken light illuminating only the front of the vehicles. Behind them all, Olivia saw her own vehicle silent and waiting as she had left it.

A brief jog to the end of the corridor brought Olivia within reach of her chariot. With bare hands, she dragged her fingertips along the cold steel of its surface as she walked along its side and approached the rear of the vehicle. Her weapons held in one hand, Olivia flipped a metal latch, lifted a metal covering, and pressed a concealed button. "Olivia Dem'adas." She said as she pressed the button. A slight beep escaped the vehicle before the rear hatch opened and the vehicle roared to life.

Head crouched, Olivia made her way to the front of the Myrkava, lights and control consoles activating as she passed. The rear hatch of the tank sealed shut of its own accord and Olivia tossed the abused towel aside. "Release automated systems." Olivia said aloud as her bare cheeks plopped into the driver's seat of her personal Myrkava Main Battle Tank. "Yield 80% functionality to computer. Main cannon on voice activation only."

A series of confirmations and status updates scrolled along the screen in front of her as the AI took over control of the vehicle's systems. Olivia gripped the control sticks with both hands, knuckles white with the strength of her grip upon them. She may not have her Beskar'gam, but Olivia Dem'adas was never without armor. And whoever had the testicular fortitude and lack of brains to assault Mandalore, they were about to feel every ounce of her wrath.

 

[Kangofett]

Location: Keldabe, Southern Wall

Kango Fett watched as a hovertank blew a man away from the front line and pitched him like a ragdoll to the ground. The man didnt look like he was gona get up any time soon from that. Those tanks were causing a lot of trouble.

"Wish I'd brought a launcher with me."

Just then Kango realized he really should've brought a launcher. Sighting through the scope he saw a tank swivel its turret directly to his position.

"Er Osik!!"

Attempting to dive outta the way of the blast Kango ended up on his back and missing his rifle. Slowly rolling over onto his belly he moaned in pain. At least it felt like nothing was broken. Knowing that he was ok he started scanning the rooftop for his rifle. Finally spotting it over by the crater from the blast he low crawled over to it. Picking it he checked it for any damage. Nothing was wrong it seemed except for a crack in the optics. Cradling his rifle once again Kango dropped into the building to change his position.

 

[Anija Betna]

Mandalore
Orbital Shipyards
Mandalorian Protectors Defense Fleet (Orbit)
NPC Units Controlled: Bes'uliik Traat'aliite (24)
Personal Vessel: 1x Bes'uliik Starfighter "Angel" Variant
Allies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"] | [member="Tyran Vizsla"] | [member="Ashtah Ordo"]
Enemies: [member="Tralik U'rik"] | [member="Ailyn Kelborn"]

[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=PzCGhto0aoo[/media]​

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Well feth. Anija thought to herself rather sourly. The task of finding the mines wasn't an easy one. Oh no. Not one bit. Fortunately, they weren't cloaked. That at least made her task a smidge simpler. But it was still hard to pinpoint them. The fact they were seeded so close to the orbital shipyard was playing all kinds of havoc with her sensors. So, she and her pilots were pretty much having to find them by sight alone. The sensors were going a bit haywire as they tried to distinguish the mines from the station itself.

A frown crossed her face as she tried to think. They didn't have a lot of time. And with Gilamar's order that no rescue or evac craft were to leave the station, it left her and her pilots with a bit of a situation on their hands. Think... she admonished herself again as she let out a slow breath. Both she and her pilots knew their task. But, they needed some way to better distinguish the mines from the station's metal content. Right now, their sensors were just...confused. After a few moments, she began to fiddle with the sensor controls, as she directed ANNE to d othe same. there was a better way to search for bombs, This much she knew.

 

[Vilaz Munin]

(OOC: I will be DMing Tralik in this post)

Location: MandalTech Orbital Shipyard
Allies: [member="Ailyn Kelborn"]
Enemies: [member="Gilamar Skirata"], [member="Tyran Vizsla"]

With a swing of the beskar maul which was meant for the head of the lone attacker it connected with the intended body part and could hear the a crack coming from the victim of the attack. The attacker flew, lifelessly, in the air for mere seconds until it landed on the durasteel floor and not moving a single muscle. Crimson blood painted the floor where the dead Mandalorian laid and the Gen'dai took a great inhale just to breathe the chemicals of blood in the air. He had a lust and craving for blood and his wanting was being served to him.

"HURRY," the behemoth monster yelled violently to the engineers which echoed throughout the walls and corridors of the shipyard, "OR ELSE YOUR HEADS WILL BE MINE!" His threatening command made the engineers work more effectively and efficiently.

Location: Keldabe City

The resurgence caused by both Death Watch and Vong continued to ravage the streets of Keldabe and slowly began to move in towards the plaza of the capital where it contained a higher density of Mandalorians than in the outskirts of Keldabe. Can the True Mandalorians push back the insurgents and slay them all in one slash? Or would Mandalore fall to the knees of the Death Watch and open the doors of a new era and generation of Mandalorians?

 

[Ailyn Kelborn]

Mandalore
MandalTech Shipyards
Objective: Orbital Bombardment
Allies: [member="Tralik U'rik"] ( [member="Vilaz Munin"] )
Opponents: [member="Tyran Vizsla"]

For now, Ailyn crouched at the corner, her armor's sensors reaching out beyond her place of concealment as she tried to get a fix on the location of the other she knew was there. She'd heard the movement in the corridor, and there was no way he could have gotten past the bottleneck further up without the advance scouting team alerting her. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins as she dropped to one knee and carefully sighted around the corner via her sensors.

She knew better than to stick her head out. That was guaranteed to get her a blaster bolt to the head. Not something she wanted to contemplate. As she waited, her sensors detected movement in her direction. Cautiously, she flattened herself against the wall and peeked just enough to see without making herself a target. There was one person picking his way through the corpse-littered corridor. And he was moving oddly, as if the armor he wore didn't fit quite right.

A frown crossed her face, and she carefully brought up her blaster carbine and dropped to one knee as she used her sensors to hone in on his location. A deep breath, and she kept Tralik's orders in mind as she sighted around the corner. A breath, and she pulled the trigger. A bolt of energy flashed across the space between them, and she bit her lip as she watched it zip towards her adversary. She let off another shot just to his right, in hopes to somewhat pin him in the corridor.

 

[Tyran Vizsla]

Mandalore
MandalTech Orbital Shipyards
Allies: [member="Anija Betna"] | [member="Gilamar Skirata"]
Enemies: [member="Ailyn Kelborn"] | Death Watch


Flash!

As Tyran made his way through the lifeless corridor he found himself under fire, a stray blaster bolt narrowly passed by his head catching the Mandalorian by surprise. Moving for the nearest cover he was cut off by another shot, stopping him dead in his tracks. Pinned down in the corridor, Tyran pivoted his body as he hastily dropped to one knee and swung his blaster rifle in a fourty-five degree swing towards the enemy's direction. 'Well that didn't take long.'

Whoever it was on the other end of that scope had picked him out as an imposter, his disguise was little more than protection now. Yet, even this protection wouldn't last long here in this corridor, out in the open as he was. Wolf needed a game plan, a way to close the gap and turn the tables on his opponent. Tyran gazed downward at the poor, lifeless corpses that littered the hallway, they didn't deserve this kind of death, it was pointless. Soldiers deserve soldiers, nothing more, nothing less.

Wolf's head tilted as a scheme hatched in his mind, returning his attention to the corner where his enemy sat in wait. He took aim and fired several random shots before picking up one of the many bodies which hugged the floor, using the body of a human male as a shield to press forward. He would attempt to use the body as mobile cover and gain ground quickly to his enemy, effectively bringing the fight to them.

 

[Kangofett]

...

 

[Nolan Detta]

[member="Boo Chiyo"]
Cold Iron City
Gear in Bio using old armor.

Nolan ducked as the shuttle slammed into the ground, filling the area in deep dark smoke. Looking up from his cover, a pair of speeders hovered tens of meters overhead, firing wildly at everyone below. Miners and dock workers ran for cover, some didn't make it. Cut down mid-stride, they fell lifeless, into pools of their own blood. Nolan couldn't stand for this. Stepping back, he aimed for the engines of the first speeder and fired ten, semi-automatic shots.

Hoping the shots penetrated the hull and subsequently the engines, tango one should drop ever so destructively to the ground. The second speeder would surely attempt evasive maneuvers to dodge any shots Nolan slung their way. In this instance, he would instead, activate his jet pack and chase after the speeder, rifle firing the whole way. He aimed for the pilot, but any body that took a bolt was good enough for him.

"The only good Death Watch is a Dead one!" He yelled out loud. The civilians needed protection as well as the Beskar mines. The Death Watch were heretics to Manda'lor and they must be eradicated.