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 Rasha

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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.