Skirmish The Brawl on Abregado-rae | TSC vs. COV

[Arris Windrun]

THE BRAWL ON ABREGADO-RAE​

A fight has broken out between Sith and Mandalorians on Abregado-rae. The skirmish, which extends from the spaceport canals to the Triple Nova Casino, is just the next move in an ongoing conflict. If these Mandalorians - undoubtedly the same stock who attacked Humbarine - want to set up shop near the Tapani Sector, then they would be hounded every step of the way.

Without fleets, monsters, and war machines, this next battle would be decided by fists, wits, and deadly arms.

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High rollers from around the galaxy spend day and night wagering credits and starship deeds at the Triple Nova Casino, a gaudy casino known for its Zero-G dancing. When the fighting broke out, a stray shot damaged the gravity control systems, turning the vice den into a weightless arena of shiny obstacles and screaming chaos. Sith and Mandalorians will have to get creative in this atmosphere, where few surfaces are magnetized.

Quinn Varanin & Arris Windrun vs. Siv Dragr & Vren Rook
Calyx Sundrift vs. Yuri Maji
Varin Mortifer vs. Vara Maji

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Outside the Abregado-rae spaceport, Sith pursue their Mandalorian prey through an ancient system of liminal canals. Polluted water, treacherous high beams, and cramped interiors create a claustrophobic and deadly atmosphere where it's just as likely to get an infection as it is to get lost. The advantages here can change on a dime.

Veyla Tass vs. Yael Kandar
Seris Velmora vs. Kjartan Hammer-Hand
Meya Liefi vs. Zandra Ruus
Canm-Bulnu Bi vs. Carduul Akahl

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[Canm-Bulnu Bi]

Canm was not fond of this situation as pursuing Mandalorians through the spaceport was one thing, but tracking them into these narrow, old sewers was going to be a mess. The paths were narrow, the stone was slippery, and the layout had too many hidden corners that the Mandalorians could use to their advantage given their weapons didn't require a line of sight.

His fingers lingered close to the hilt of his lightsaber, yet he kept it unlit to avoid revealing his location, as a bright red blade would make him an easy target for those on the rusted balconies above. Still, he pressed forward into the darkness in search of a worthy opponent Carduul Akahl as he examined the limited tactical map to steer clear of any potential force dampening emitters set up by the Mandalorians.

If his reflexes faltered for even a moment, he could end up with a bullet in his head. He remained in the shadows of the overhangs, occasionally pausing to listen for the sound of jetpack housing hitting the low duracrete arches or to catch a whiff of fuel leaking from the tank. Anything that might determine where the enemy currently was.

In the distance, a sound approached quickly, likely trying to lure him further into the twisting tunnels where they could leverage their skills in close combat against him. However, Canm stood firm for now in the murky waters, taking the time to evaluate the situation and strategize.

 

[Zandra Ruus]

Location: Upper Canals, Abregado-Rae
Objective: Secure Exfil route for Mandalorians in theatre
Tag: Meya Liefi
Gear in Bio

A riverboat carried them deep into enemy territory, it was a simple but effective jury rigged military conversion. A repeating blaster on the port and starboard, and a turret mounted flamethrower mounted to the bow of the boat. Zandra was already feeling exposed as she clutched her grenade rifle. There was not much protecting them from Sith attacks, only the thin armor plating reinforcing the sides of this civilian river craft.

"Keep us ahead alright, we need to reach the exfil point," Zandra was barking at the small crew of the riverboat, shouting to be heard over the engine. The canals of Abregado-Rae had fallen into disrepair, so the water was overgrown with plant and algae. Just the smell of this place could gag someone through their beskar'gam.

So much of the canal was bathed in darkness, mangrove-like flora obscuring every angle. Any corner could hold enemy combatants, nowhere was truly safe. She flexed her hands against the grips of her weapon, coiled like a spring ready to jump.

"Would feel a lot better if we had some kriffing overwatch right about now. Just a little bit of support would make me feel a lot less vulnerable..."

The cramped corridors of the canals were barely large enough for the boat they were on, let alone for air support. Once the canals opened up further down the waterway, they'd have more support. That was where the exfil point was located. It was Zandra and her crew's job to keep the waterway open for any Mandalorians looking to extract. Thankless task it was shaping up to be...

Suddenly the radio of the boat crackled to life, it was news about a sighting further up the river. One of the recon teams hadn't checked in, their last position was compromised by unknown forces.

"Sounds like we could have local OPFOR," One of the gunners on the boat said.

"Local thugs ain't taking down a full Covenant scout team. Heads on a swivel, we might have contacts coming." Here was hoping her instincts were wrong for once...

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Arris Windrun //:
//: Siv Dragr //: Vren Rook //:
//: Equipment in Sig //:
//: Attire //:

Arris had been convincing enough. After Humbarine, after the capture, after everything, Quinn had locked herself up in her palace. She only emerged when necessary to do her duties as the Queen of Eshan. Other than that, she kept herself hidden — giving her time to mourn the troubles of the High Republic.

But a night out was something Quinn hadn't had in some time, with the last one on Coruscant having an odd taste in her mouth. It was terribly fun, but other things seemed to sour the experience.

'Everything will be fine, its just a night out with Arris... at a casino. If it gets bad I'll call, I promise.' Quinn hung up the comm call to her personal body guard. She already could feel the annoyance building in CT-312 . But this time Quinn was right, Arris had promised a night out filled with fun.

Maybe Arris wasn't that bad.

Dressed in a cute skirt, Quinn entered the casino with the hopes of winning something. She had a feeling she would have to fund Arris as well, but that wasn't an issue. The Dark Horse often was scraping by… though now Quinn wondered if that was why she was invited.

As they walked, her eyes narrowed slightly at Arris, but her attention was quickly caught by the number of Sith in the area. She easily picked out a handful, while others seemed familiar but were not. Quinn wondered if there was a reason for so many to be in one place… so many that seemingly had ties to the Covenant.

"Arris…" Quinn cleared her throat, preparing to ask the woman what was going on.

Before she could say anything, Arris's stupid little face turned to face her.

There was a grin and a very brief warning on why they were here. Quinn instantly felt her jaw tighten in frustration. It was a set up, but not for her.

Shots broke out, fights, and the Force began to conjure. Everything broke into a fit of chaos, and in that moment… the gravity generator suddenly cut out.

"Arris Windrun!" Quinn screeched as she reached for the woman, only to find herself beginning to float, rear end first, along with the rest of the casino items.

She grabbed Arris by the collar of whatever the hell she decided to wear this evening. She shook the cyborg with the aid of zero-gravity weightlessness.

"This was an ambush? We weren't going to just drink and have fun?! You LIED to me!" She continued to shake the woman, and then she suddenly realized she was wearing a skirt.

She pushed the woman down first with her hands, then with her black pumps, which connected with Arris's head or shoulder — she couldn't tell which felt dense enough.

"You better not look up my skirt, you perverted HRD."

 

[Arris Windrun]

Quinn Varanin
Siv Dragr | Vren Rook
Down & Out
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Arris wore a full black suit: black shirt, black jacket, black slacks, shoes, socks, and a tie included. A paid-off security guard tossed the cyborg her gunbelt, which quickly joined the ensemble.

Then, the Gravity dropped and Quinn screamed her name. Arris turned just to see the younger woman's reaction, only to be yanked by the collar and dragged (quite easily) through the zero-G. Had she been shaken before? Arris couldn't remember another time, and floated there, a little dumbfounded, with her smirk quickly replaced by a more uncertain expression.

"Well now, just hold--"

A pump slammed into her face. "Wh-Whoa, hey!" She swatted at the blonde's legs until they floated a little apart. "I'm not like that! Also, I'm not..." The cyborg noticed Mercy across the room giving her that look.

Oh, right. They had a job to do. Arris waved her arms to turn towards the rest of the floor.

"Alright - listen up!" Her voice managed to cut through even gunfire.

"If you're a beskar-chewin' loser who got whipped out of Humbarine. Well, good news! We've cared enough to notice you showed up to beg at our door. Well, thing is... We're not inclined to share. So why don't you go the hell away, okay?"

She winked at Quinn. "I'll make it up to you, promise."

Arris hadn't been this chipper in a fight since her days with the Sun.

 

[Siv Dragr]

G U N S L I N G E R
Abregado-Rae
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Allies: Vren Rook
Enemies: Quinn Varanin | Arris Windrun

Sabaac chips floated past Siv's shiny helmet, spinning in the zero gravity. He pawed them away with a fist as he held onto a support pillar, looking throughout the crowd. Lucky he hadn't bet anything tonight; it was probably floating off somewhere in the room. Siv wasn't much of a gambler. Growin' up, he hadn't had enough credits to his name. And he didn't benefit from any sort of adrenaline rush; his day-to-day life as a bounty hunter had brought plenty enough thrill. So he was in the casino with an old sack of bones Vren Rook for a completely different reason: their mole had tipped them off that the Sith were here.

When the fighting broke out, he hadn't seen who'd fired the first shot. He didn't even know where his contact was. The zero-g had caught him by surprise, unaware that there was tech in the casino capable of completely nullifying gravitational fields. "Vren, do you copy?" he barked into his comms, looking for his partner. His HUD was a mess, trying to sort out the floating hordes.

"Alright - listen up!" Her voice managed to cut through even gunfire.

"If you're a beskar-chewin' loser who got whipped out of Humbarine. Well, good news! We've cared enough to notice you showed up to beg at our door. Well, thing is... We're not inclined to share. So why don't you go the hell away, okay?"

The brass voice cut through the terrified shouts, commotion, and sporadic blasterfire. Siv turned as if underwater, using the leverage of the pillar to rotate him. He squinted, honing in on the voice that he semi-recognized. "Found 'em." he said quietly over to Vren. He drew his blaster pistol and began lining up the shot, looking down his sights. One in all black, the one who had taunted, and she seemed to have a friend. Echani. His eyes narrowed. He remembered the Echani from Humbarine.

Siv inhaled. He moved to hook his boots against the pillar, enough to stabilize him and prevent him from floating off, and gripped the blaster with both hands. He exhaled, expelling the tension through his body, his blaster wavering then finally becoming immobile, trained on the Echani -- seemed the easier target of the two. There was a flailing Rodian with a rich wardrobe tumbling past his line of sight> He waited patiently for them to continue, and as soon as they were past, his blaster's sights were trained straight on the Echani's center of mass. He didn't hesitate, squeezing the trigger, and the blaster barked as rich crimson bolts streaked through the air.

 

[Yuri Maji]

ABREGADO-RAE | TRIPLE NOVA CASINO
ALLIES: COV | Vara Maji | Vren Rook | Siv Dragr
ENEMIES: TSC | Arris Windrun | Quinn Varanin | Calyx Sundrift | Varin Mortifer
ENGAGING: Calyx Sundrift
GEAR: In bio

NO GOOD​

A bit of shore leave was all the mutt wanted. Between traipsing across the galaxy for company matters, helping out old friends and simply making sure things were good at home, shooting some dice with the boys and losing some money was all Yuri wanted.

What he got instead was a crossbeam to the head when the gravity generator gave out.

He didn’t know who fired first, he didn’t know what kind of setup the Fleet found itself in… but the irritation made itself known with a snarl from behind his visor.

It was a miracle that he decided to wear his armour. On days like these, the plates would lie in a pile in the corner of his room and his favourite shirt would instead be adorned. His jetpack flared to life to stabilize him in the topsy-turvy casino. War and Peace left their holsters in an instant, ready to open fire at their ambitious attackers. They made themselves known in a questionable fashion, earning a few stray bolts from the Hound in response. ”Die silent, chakaar.” He growled, golden eyes panning around for any immediate threats.

A mistake, to be sure. Credits drifted through the air, winnings scattered around the casino in the initial confusion and the Hound’s eyes were left to mark each prospective score. Shifting to plant his boots against the ceiling, Yuri prepared to push off and nab a bundle of credits close to one of the tables.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber

OBJECTIVE: HIGH STAKES​

Pain rocked his side as he gritted his teeth. Blaster bolts flew all around him as he floated behind a gambling table of sorts. Chips and credits exploding into the air only to slow as their momentum carried them off further down the room.

It had all happened so fast, and of all the days to not wear his armor it had to be today.

A lucky shot that had just grazed his side. He moved his hand to look at the wound, watching it cauterize itself further and close up, smoke stirred from the would itself as it sizzled.

All he wanted to do was relax for a bit and have some fun. Not long after he was shot did the room go weightless, along with all items not bolted down including furniture and guests.

Varin waited behind the table as his cover, his senses reaching out feeling one of the beings approaching.

Without warning his hands pushed towards the freeloading table, a blast of telekinetic energy erupting from his hands, rocketing the table forward and him backward in the opposite direction.

All the while his and began producing flame that he hurled towards a few Mandalorians heading his way.

A hard impact later as he jammed his shoulder into a nearby slot machine ripping it out of the floor. His fingers dug into the metal as he held it for cover over his vitals.

Vara Maji​

 

[Kjartan Hammer-Hand]

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OBJECTIVE 2: BAD WATER
TAG:
OPPS: Seris Velmora
ALLIES: [OPEN]​

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KJARTAN HAMMER-HAND​

THEME​

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Upon his ascension to the role of Tra’verde, Kjartan had found himself to be quite busy as of late. In the aftermath of Humbarine, the Mythos Fleet had been in a state of recovery as it licked its wounds. Yet the invasion was not a total loss, for they had gathered valuable intel regarding the nature of their newfound foe. As their intelligence operatives set about processing this intelligence and rendering it actionable, it fell on Kjartan’s shoulders to ensure the fleet was at a state of readiness to act once the analytical work was done.

In some cases, it meant allowing his men to blow off some steam. Abregado-Rae was such a place - a hive of scum and villainy if there ever was one. What better place for a band of ruffians to stretch their space-legs? Many chose to lose their credits at the casinos within the city, while Kjartan took the time to venture into the canals. It did not take long however, for the Hammer-Hand to conclude he made the wrong choice. Noxious fumes indicative of wastewater filled his nostrils, causing the bridge of his nose to crimp and his brow to furrow. “In what world does it make sense for a planet to keep their sewers above ground?”

“It’s worse than that, i’d wager.” said one of his companions from behind the filtered-safety of his helm. “The water contains runoff from the space-port and the industrial sector of the city. I wouldn’t dip in even if I was on fire. Hell, it might even set the whole canal ablaze.” The helmed companion let out a soft chuckle, his tone waxing poetic over his past - likely as a mercenary seeking employment on this rock.

“Hmph.” was the only response Kjartan managed as he reached for his helm and placed it over his head. Normally, he wore it in battle and left it on the ship; yet his instincts told him to take it along, if for no other reason than just to do it. But now it served a very practical purpose, despite the conspicuous appearance of its horns on either side.

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[Seris Velmora]

Tag: Kjartan Hammer-Hand

The canals stank. Seris breathed deeply anyway. Rot. Fuel. Chemical runoff. Rust. Stagnant water. Burned lubricant. Every inhale carried something different, each odor layering over the last until the air became almost tangible. It wasn't pleasant. It was interesting.

Her boots skipped effortlessly from one narrow maintenance beam to the next, scarcely wider than the length of her foot. Below, opaque black-green water drifted sluggishly through the ancient channels, disturbed only by the occasional bubble rising from somewhere unseen beneath the surface. Every splash echoed for far longer than it should have in the cramped labyrinth.

Someone had decided she wasn't allowed inside the casino. Probably a smart decision. Seris smiled anyway. There were only so many chandeliers someone could admire before wanting to swing from them, and only so many card tables before she wondered how well they would burn. Instead, someone with considerably more foresight had pointed her toward the canals with a simple directive.

Find Mandalorians. That sounded much more entertaining.

She landed atop a rusting maintenance platform and crouched low, fingertips brushing the corroded metal. Her blue eyes drifted across intersecting waterways while she listened—not just with her ears, but with the Force. Footsteps. Vibrations through old durasteel. The faint rhythm of hearts somewhere ahead.

Several. Her pulse quickened. Finally. The sensation spread through her chest like fire searching for fresh air. Anticipation. Possibility. The promise that, perhaps this time, the next fight would last just a little longer than the last one.

It almost never did. They always broke too quickly. Or died. Or ran. None of it ever stayed satisfying. A childish giggle escaped her before she could stop it. "That one Mando..." she whispered to herself, rocking lightly on the balls of her feet. "He was a bit of a challenge."

Her crimson-hued excitement threatened to bleed into the Force before she reined it back just enough to keep moving. No sense announcing herself before she found something worth chasing.

Then she saw them. Three figures. One enormous. The horns on the leader's helmet caught what little light filtered down between the industrial superstructure above. Even from this distance he looked immovable, broad enough to fill most of the walkway, flanked by companions who carried themselves with practiced confidence.

Seris' grin widened until it bordered on feral. "Oh..." Recognition sparked, bright and immediate. "I was just talking about you." Her gaze flicked, almost fondly, to the weapon secured at her back—the one she had taken from him. "You came to get this back?" She dropped from the platform without warning.

Rather than land directly before them, Seris intentionally struck one of the narrow beams spanning the canal several meters away. The impact sent a metallic clang reverberating through the confined passage as she balanced effortlessly above the polluted water, arms hanging loosely at her sides.

No lightsabers.

Not yet.

Her head tilted almost curiously as crimson slowly overtook the blue of her eyes. Her smile sharpened. "We've done this twice already." A soft, delighted laugh slipped free. "Third time’s the charm...Isn’t that what they say?"

One hand drifted lazily toward the asymmetrical hilt resting at her hip. "I hope you're harder to break this time." The words carried no hatred. Only eager curiosity, and a bit of exaggeration.

She took one slow step forward along the beam, balanced over toxic water as though gravity itself had become optional. "Don't disappoint me."

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[Calyx Sundrift]

Yuri Maji​

He was beyond glad he hadn't been forced to play that hand.

His smile had never dropped, not once, not even after the final card was dealt. But Calyx Sundrift was fairly certain beads of sweat had been dripping from his forehead.

If it hadn't been for the gravity failure, he'd have lost his Niamos apartment without a doubt. The smirk on that slimy Neimoidian's face had all but confirmed it.

Now he found himself floating. Drifting slightly to one side, holding his breath in the faint hope of going unnoticed, specifically by the woman he'd vowed to avoid. Arris Windrun , who was currently being scolded for looking up her companion's skirt.

Calyx understood.

He'd have tried the same in her position.

His eye drifted to the Mandalorians next. A couple of them, floating about much as everyone else did, though with considerably more competence, it appeared. Well- not all of them. He'd seen one hit a crossbeam.

His gaze found that figure again, firing, barking something across the chaos. He didn't comprehend the final word. but it was an insult, no doubt.

Calyx swelled with the dark side and lashed out roughly, telekinesis sending a table spinning into the path of the incoming bolts. He didn't want Windrun spotting him. But even less, he wanted to be around when her companion caught a blaster bolt.

So much for anonymity.

His eye found the armored one again. The hound was moving toward...

Calyx's gaze dropped. Credits?

"Hey! Mandog!" He smirked, quietly pleased with that one. "I think those belong to-" he made a broad swiping gesture, commanding the Force "-that guy!"

A flailing Rodian in an expensive wardrobe, the one he'd seen drifting past another Mandalorian moments before, came barreling involuntarily into the Hound's path.

Looking increasingly terrified the closer he got.

"NO! DON'T SHOOT!"

 

[Yael Kandar]

BAD WATER
"I jumped into the river, what did I see? Black-eyed angels swam with me."

NOTHING ELSE MATTERS​

ABREGADO-RAE

She didn't go inside.

The others moved toward the light — the Triple Nova's glow bleeding out across the dock plaza in that particular way of places that did not understand what night was for. Sound of music leaked through the walls.

Yael stood on the platform and watched them go.

She hadn't washed. There was a smear on the inside of her left gauntlet that she wasn't going to look at directly; the kind of thing the eye could skip over if it was careful. She had been careful since Humbarine. Since the weight of Kel Raan, since the cold beskar under her palm and the particular silence of a thing that used to be a person and was now something for her to carry home.

She carried her home.

And now she was here, on a planet of lights and water and money, and the rest of them were going inside.

She didn't follow.

Her feet moved on their own, the way feet sometimes did when the mind had been given too much to hold and simply abdicated. Down the platform stairs. Past the dock overflow channels. Through a gap between two transit terminals that smelled of rust and fuel runoff, opening suddenly onto a lower ledge, and beneath it, Le Yer's older architecture. The part that predated the spaceport. The part that had been here when the city was still learning what it was.

Water. Black-green and slow, moving through channels built before anyone alive had words for them. The maintenance beams above broke the upper city's light into pieces. Something below the surface caught the glow and held it.

She shouldn't be down here, yet she went down anyway.

The canal air was cold and close and smelled of nothing good, and it was quiet in the way spaces were quiet when the city above them had simply forgotten to listen. Her boots found a beam. Held. She moved along it without thinking; the way her body knew how to move along a narrow thing, the way it had always known before any of it was training, before the Kyr'kara nor the Mandokarla put a name to it.

She didn't know what she was looking for. Something, maybe. Or nothing. Or the kind of dark that felt less like an absence and more like a material; something you could press your hands against and feel press back.

Somewhere ahead, in the labyrinth of water and beam and corroded stone, something shifted.​

Veyla Tass​

 

[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Canm-Bulnu Bi

While war was often waged at large, with sweeping movements and directions upon multiple fronts with untold causes and effects, it was easy to forget all the smaller things that happens in-between that gave way to those machinations.

Today was once such ‘smaller’ battle, though t’would remain as important as every other one in its own right. A concrete jungle was far different than a typical one, but it was one he was experienced in all the same. Such a thing required discretion, for even the slightest noise would draw far too much attention. It was preferred playing ground for the moment- a preparatory stage, as one would for any hunt.

The ever-so-slight shift of his person echoed with a splash of water from a boot, and he remained a dull shadow silhouetted by the scant traces of light that found its way from above the aqueduct. He could tell there were others here, for that had been the cause of the conflict in the first place. There was no need to think further upon the cause, or who would be behind it. He was prepared to fight, all the same.

And that moment was upon him now.

Though his quarry would not bite, he had a view from above—a metal lacework of pipes that strewn across for miles upon miles, to ferry the city’s refuse through various exit points. When prey didn’t bite, the solution was simple: give them more reasons to.

A single crimson red bolt suddenly rang out in a brief flash of light from an indeterminate location above. More pressing was its fierce velocity, aimed towards the knee. Regardless of how it was answered, it was followed by several more shots that elicited pressure—one that wished to force movement either way. The grouping of shots was enough to give an idea of an origin point, but the shooter had already leapt off to reposition.

“Let’s try out your advice this time, Maji…” Carduul softly murmured to himself, clutching a borrowed long-barreled rifle that made a ‘click-hiss’ from reloading as he took aim once again from a new perch above. All of it, of course, seeking to draw that foe in deeper and leave little room for planning. A fight far above the treacherous, murky waters below, though he had a suspicion his would-be opponent would not have too much trouble reaching such heights.

 

[Canm-Bulnu Bi]

The unexpected attack from above hit him in the shoulder, leaving a burning blaster mark on his armored robes as a quick series of red bolts fell around him, their sounds bouncing off the low duracrete arches, making it hard for him to locate Carduul Akahl 's exact position among the rusty pipes overhead.

Canm chose not to draw his lightsaber, knowing the red blade would only highlight his figure against the dark water below. He had no desire to become an easier target for the Mandalorian; instead, he planned to use his surroundings to his advantage. Blaster bolts wouldn't work underwater without modification, so he reached out with the Force.

He grapsed the water beneath him, and with a gentle tug, the liquid swirled upward to create a thick shield right above him. The first bolts struck the displaced water with a loud pop, instantly turning into clouds of blinding steam. However, he couldn't remain still. Maintaining the water wall required considerable focus to counteract gravity, and the steam was obscuring his already limited visibility.

Just long enough to shield his movement, Canm kept the fluid canopy suspended and moved upwards as he made a series of quick jumps, pushing off the slick stone ledges and moving from one narrow edge to another. Each landing was planned to prevent a loud echo, as his boots found traction on the dirty duracrete before he jumped again.

He stayed low, quickly shifting his weight to navigate through the structural supports of the aqueduct. With every jump, his eyes scanned the metal lacework above. The shooter was fast, already repositioning after that first volley, but the vantage points up there were limited. Canm closed the distance, using the shadows and the rising mist to mask his ascent, hunting for the mechanical click of a rifle reload to betray Carduul's new perch.

 

[The Arkanian]

Somewhere on Abregado-Rae…

”Hm hm hm hmm hm hm,” hummed the Arkanian, clicking a glop grenade onto his bandolier, then thinking about it and adding three more.

“I’m gonna catch an emperor, hm hm hmmm hm hm.“

He racked the slide on his Stouker Concussion rifle, then rested it on his shoulder.

“Or an emp-er-esss. Hm hm hmmm.”

The Arkanian checked the feed from his probe droids. Nothing yet.

“Or just an average Sith.“

He sighed and looked over at the gigantic frog-like creature sitting next to him, which resembled an Oggdo-Boggdo but worse.

“What do you think, Terror?”

Riiiiiiiiibbit.

 

[Vara Maji]

THE FOUNDLING
Abregado-rae | Planetside, Triple Nova Casino
Equipment: In Bio
Allies: COV | Yuri Maji | Vren Rook | Siv Dragr
Enemies: TSC | Arris Windrun | Quinn Varanin | Calyx Sundrift
Engaging: Varin Mortifer

Paradise Warfare​

Trouble.

Something was amiss.

She had felt it in her gut. The feeling dragged on through the entire day in their shore-leave, and calm persisted as if to prove her wrong around every corner, until someone finally proved her hunches were not unfounded. An affray. It cut through the siren song of the slot machines and the warm buzz and susurrus of the establishment’s rich patrons. Then at the drop of a hat, in the wake of a blaster shot, up and down switched places.

Pazaak decks. Dealer droids. Tables. Chips. Credits. Bodies. Everything lifted from the floor at once. Chaos took hold. Fear read from people’s eyes.

A grin split her maw.

Finally.

The tension seized her core no longer as the fight only grew larger by the second. A harrowing shriek all too familiar to her sharp ears cleared through the chaos. War and Peace. Her man was in a fight of his own. She wasted no time to find her own. In a flash, her hands shot for her holsters. Leather sighed with a rasp as the gunmetal cleared their holsters. Her jetpack flared to life. Runes emerged in her vision. Helmet sensors ran abuzz. Hazards. Cautions. Motion tracking.

Targeting.

The Wardog’s emotionless visor snapped to. A human - No. An epichantix, as her HUD noted. Undeniably a Sith. If his attire was not a dead giveaway, then the roaring flames he conjured out of thin air definitely was. The fire lapped at fellow kin, forcing the Mandalorians to scatter.

Target acquired. Firing solutions offered to her in a beat, and she was already moving.

She cleared over, under and around the floating debris, rising toward the high ceiling. The twin muzzles of her blasters never left the epichantix’ broad silhouette he tried to hide behind a slot machine; sparks and cables tore from where it once connected with the floor. <”HEY! Chitass!”> Her snarl cut through the chaos with the usual edge and bite in her tone as she shot her knee up high, as if to drive the air out the lungs of an invisible foe. The motion triggered a pair of explosive tipped knee-darts in the same beat. They shrieked, not at the Sith himself, but the carpeted ground beneath his feet. To make him stumble, lose his footing.

In the same breath, digits curled around the hair-triggers, and she squeezed back. The blasters bucked and kicked against her palms, a staccato of red particle bolts rained down at him with every pull of the trigger. The Wardog never halted. A sharp burst from her jetpack carried her over his position, blasters barking all the while as she drove for his flank. Catch him out of cover and out of position.

Fix. Neutralize. Find next target.


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[SL-0182]

Location: Outer Canals, Abregado-rae Spaceport - Abregado-rae
Thread Objective: Bad Water
Mission Objective: Hunt down the Mandalorians.
Tag: Gel Karn

Stealthily inserted into the outer canals around the Abregado-rae spaceport, SL-0182 had been assigned to an operation with a relatively straightforward mission profile: a kill mission. In that, the Slatesi Asset had been tasked with pursuing and eliminating Mandalorians retreating from Humbarine who had been tracked to the waterways beyond the local spaceport.

Given the terrain, SL-0182 had drawn an aquatic rifle from the armory as a supplement to her SMG. Cradling the weapon in her arms, the Asset had elected to use the water itself as a means to conceal her position. To that end, she had immersed herself completely within the murky canal, the filthy water closing over her head like a shroud. With the water itself being all but impossible to see through with the naked eye, her suit’s adaptive camouflage only further strengthened the concealment, rendering the Asset virtually indistinguishable from her surroundings even if one managed to peer through the gloom.

All the while, her suit’s vacuum sealing kept the water’s filth at bay, while the rebreather integrated into her helmet allowed her to comfortably breathe. Above the water, her probe droid was discreetly perched in the maintenance beams, transmitting a picture-in-picture feed of the canal in the corner of her helmet’s HUD via datalink, along with data from its motion sensors.

If all went according to plan, her Mandalorian quarry might soon find themselves caught in an ambush. One that might possibly destroy them before they could fully react.

But first, patience.

Thus, SL-0182 settled into stillness, her form pressed low against the canal floor. Her gaze remained fixed on the murky surface above, unblinking, as the dim, ancient lights flickered overhead. The water lapped gently against her submerged frame as she waited, a ghostly presence lurking beneath the scum!

Spoiler: Loadout

• Klase Vele Combat Skin Mk. I - Helmet Configuration
  
  • Arms
    
    • FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II - L Forearm
  • Energy Shield
    
    • Phase III “Force Avenger” Energy Shield
• KSMG-7 Mk. II - Kainate Submachine Gun Model Seven Second Rendition
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • Extended Magazine - Active Wave Cancellation Ammunition (2)
    • Standard Magazine - Active Wave Cancellation Ammunition (4)
    • Standard Magazine - High Explosive Ammunition (2)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
    • Phase I “Susurration” Anti-Sonic Silencer
• KAR-18 - Kainate Aquatic Rifle Model Eighteen
  
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S3 Energy Weapon Cartridge (10)
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
• Siqsa-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Obscuration Canister (2)
• FAE/MDE-01-S1 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (4)
• Agzonûboj-type Probe Droid

 

[Yuri Maji]

ABREGADO-RAE | TRIPLE NOVA CASINO
ALLIES: COV | Vara Maji | Vren Rook | Siv Dragr
ENEMIES: TSC | Arris Windrun | Quinn Varanin | Calyx Sundrift | Varin Mortifer
ENGAGING: Calyx Sundrift
GEAR: In bio

NO GOOD​

A table found its way in front of his shots, though it didn’t surprise the Hound too much. Sith were crafty little squibs, after all, there was a commonality between them and the Jedi with the tricks they were expected to pull.

What truly had Yuri’s attention was the drifting pile of credits next to him. One hand plucked them and stuffed them into one of the many pouches along his belt, while the other hand held War at the ready for any surprises. Surprises like a one-eyed stranger calling out to him. With an annoyed glare, Yuri’s attention turned to the man while he hurried along with his picking.

He thought it was some disgruntled customer of the casino at first. That notion was dismissed as the man sent a gaudy Rodian sailing toward the Hound with a wave of his hand. Yuri’s vambrace raised and fired, the splitting whine of his repulsor accompanied a blast that sent the Rodian straight back at the one-eyed man…

Along with a few of the credits.

Yuri squirmed internally at the blunder, but the couple hundred’s worth he managed to score was going to have to be fine for the moment. He could get more once the Sith were dead.

”You come up with that one yourself?” He yelled back, jetpack pushing him away while both pistols took aim once again. ”Come back to me when you can afford another eye, schutta!” He called out, opening fire with a volley of golden blaster bolts. War and Peace barked with each burst fired, intending to launch a barrage at the man as he drifted along before he could reach safety.

Yuri shifted along the empty space, only halting once he reached a pillar that seemed sturdy enough to use as cover. He wanted to see what kind of scoundrel he was dealing with. There was no need to use up all his fuel immediately.

 

[Gel Karn]

GEL KARN
ABREGADO-RAE
TAG: SL-0182
GEAR: Gel Karn's Bev Shield, Akalenedat, Mandalorian Lanvarok, Mandalorian Vibroboots, Mandalorian Magna-Gloves, Gel Karn's Bandolier, Mandalorian Jazerant, Mandalorian Recon Helmet, Variable Plasma Shield Gauntlet

How Gel is trying to move:​

Gel really needed to STOP volunteering for these kinds of missions.

He had thought Humbarine was bad, and it certainly was, considering all of the unholy horrors that the Sith had unleashed upon him while he was on planet. Abregado-rae was also just as bad, though for entirely different reasons. Between the winding canals and the abundance of filthy, stagnant water, Gel was eager to get off the planet as soon as he possibly could. He had spent the last few hours repairing the armor of as many of his brothers and sisters in arms as he could, though doing so in an environment such as this had not been an easy task. Besides the normal battle damage one would expect to find, Gel had to deal with dirt, grime, sludge and slime that had seemingly coated every inch of his comrade's armor, no matter how clean they tried to keep themselves. Gel himself was absolutely filthy, and no matter how many times he washed himself, the mess always seemed to find its way back to him. Gel didn't want to think about how badly he must seem at the moment.

Luckily, his job was almost done. The battle was starting to wind down, and he was currently looking for somewhere, anywhere, that he could call for extraction. With space being at a premium, Gel would have to keep searching for anything resembling a landing zone, which was proving to be quite difficult for him to find.

And so Gel continued along the canal, blissfully unaware that his movements were being watched by another: a probe droid perched high above him on some maintenance beams, nearly invisible to the naked eye or anyone just passing by. If Gel had been actively searching for any probe droids, than he might have spotted it, but for the moment his attention was completely focused on finding a way out of this maze. After all, he couldn't possibly imagine anyone would ambush him down here, as there weren't any real hiding spots, unless you counted the disgusting water filled canals all around him. You wouldn't be able to pay Gel to dip a foot in one of those canals, let alone submerge his whole body in there!

Gel suddenly paused for a moment as the smell finally caught up with him, his helmet's air filtration systems seemingly doing little to help mask the stench all around him. Gel nearly retched inside his helmet, but he managed to stop himself at the last moment. Blast it! The moment he got off this planet, he was going to take a nice, long bath. After all, he certainly deserved it!

​

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

Equipment: Durum Mantle | Black Blade of Chandrila | Eye of The Dragon | Heavy Sith Mace | Cross Guard Broadsaber​

The voice caught his attention as a flying knee came towards him, only it didn’t connect. Small rocket darts instead blew a hole into the flor near his feet causing him to jump back just a bit to evade. Then another rain of blaster bolts hailed his way as he pulled the machine over him, taking the brunt of the attack. He noticed the pathway slowly arching towards his back.

Good.

In a smooth quick motion Varin hurled them machine behind him towards his foe, the arc of his throw intended to meet with her momentum.

Then he moved.

His hand shot out with the force pulling one of the other machines to him, ripping it from the hull that had bolted it to its position.

His other hand did them same, ripping another machine into his empty palm, his fingers grasped the casings of the slot machines as he slammed them together between his palms creating a small wall of metal to better conceal him.

Then, his back exploded in flame, a harsh push propelled him to his foe like a battering ram, aiming to crush her into the wall.

Those who were too close behind him, were greeted with flames that erupted from the runes upon his back, blasting a hole into the back of his shirt.

His favorite shirt. Now truly ruined.

Vara Maji​