Wearing:
Mobius Steel Mandalorian Armor (Light)
Armed with:
Enclave's Herald,
Mandalorian Blaster Pistol,
Mobius Bes'Kad
Equipment: Ammo belt,
Omnitech Model 1
Objective: Survive
Earlier--before the arrival of
Aether Verd
...
Since waking up on that battleship, Mobius had been adrift, without purpose as she sought to understand the new world around her.
The Enclave was gone. And her clan was missing. What had happened on that battleship wasn't a good sign.
She had wandered The Empire's space in a state of depression. She had almost come across the covert by accident. A place for the wounded and the tired to try and gather their wits. She had stayed in a small room within the compound, mostly devoid of furnishings, trying to gather her wits.
In her wanderings, she had come across one of her clan's old weapons, a triple barreled lupara, sold by a Mandalorian Vendor (who SWORE he had used it to kill a legit demon once upon a time). She had paid three times what it was worth just to get a little piece of her handiwork in her hands.
She felt lost and alone. Despite being among her people, she was not with her
clan.
She had purchased ammo for it, and had spent her time at the covert doing little but maintain her armor and help with repairs. She hadn't spoken to anyone except to give minor updates on progress with various repairs. It almost felt like normal.
She had been repairing a power conduit when a vision had struck.
One moment she had been using the torch function on her multi tool to fuse shut a breach in one of the conduit coils...and the next she had been trapped in a version of the covert that was completely on fire, cradling a dying Mandalorian...
Red jumped up away from the dead Mandalorian she didn't recognize in her arms, and looked around in confusion and panic with her multitool, rushing through a burning facility surrounded by the dead as she ran back to her room, trying to get out of the hellish place. She spotted her quarters and ran for them, frantically trying to open it, then desperately resorting to ripping open the damaged keypad panel to hot wire it.
She blinked and her vision ceased. The Covert wasn't on fire. She was in front of a perfectly normal, undamaged keypad. Nothing was wrong.
Red, shaking from anxiety, typed in her code and the door opened and she sat on the bed, covering her face.
The visions came at the worst times...she would not sleep for the rest of the night.
Just then an alarm klaxon sounded.
"Invasion force detected in orbit! Multiple hostiles descending on our position. All hands to battle stations!"
Red scrambled to get her clan armor on. The stuff she had built for the grunts to modify on their own creds, now forced to rely on it without any fancy bells and whistles.
The symbol of her clan, that of a Mythosaur Skull above a Mobius Strip, was on her right pauldron as she grabbed her Bes'Kad and other weapons along with an ammo belt slung diagonally over her shoulder.
The Covert rumbled with thunderous impacts as it was fired on by the invaders. Mandalorians rushed to battlements. Even at this relatively small and quiet retreat, they were not defenseless. They even had a shield generator built into it. But there was no telling how long that would hold true...
She spotted Mandalorians firing out of defensive viewports with heavy repeaters on swivel mounts or with their own blaster rifles. She saw one Mandalorian get hit, firing his mounted repeater and she dragged him away, checking his wound. It was an armor piercing round and had grazed the side of his neck. He was bleeding very badly, and she brought pressure down on the wound with her hands, only recognizing he was the Mandalorian she had seen dying in her arms in her vision when he finally stopped breathing, the scrambling medics having gotten there too late.
Armored hands slick with blood, Red Rose up, helmet hiding the shock on her face, and immediately took up his defensive position, firing the repeater as all sorts of foes in various armors stormed the beach...but she was still in shock that a vision had come true in such a visceral way. They had always been so abstract before...
Present...
As the fight had dragged on, they had lost more. The Shield Generator had burnt out from the relentless attacks and now it was just the strength of the structure itself that kept it in the fight. Various fires and explosions from overloaded systems had damaged the facility on the inside and half the time, Red was fixing what damage she could or putting out fires when she wasn't dragging the wounded to safety. Her armor was badly damaged at this point her right pauldrons and left shin plates torn away from being too close to explosions. Giving her limp that there was simply no time to honestly treat as she repaired damaged weapons, wondering if this was where it all ended. A good number had been killed so far but they were giving thrice what they were getting. But they were starting to run low on ammo...the swivel mounted repeaters had already run dry, or were damaged beyond repair. Everyone was down to rifles.
Just then an explosion rocked the whole complex.
"That came from the training area! " an older warrior yelled at her and a few others. "Follow me! That didn't sound like a turbolaser punching through!"
Red dropped what she was doing and grabbed her shotgun, limping next to the older warrior as fast as possible with a few others as they ran past halls and quarters either collapsed or on fire, Mandalorians trying to douse the flames amdst the relentless pounding on the front doors from walker units. When she saw Mandalorians who had responded first retreating from the large training room, getting gunned down through walls rapidly being blasted away she saw what the motley collection of slavers and psychos had brought with them.
They had tunneled up from underneath using some sort of drill machine vehicle and were now trying to pour in.
Red,
absolutely furious by this point, whipped out her shotgun and finally fired the damn thing at a Trandoshan in heavy black power armor firing at them with a repeater...and watched as the combined blast of three twelve gauge explosive buckshot shells made him
explode where he stood, even injuring his comrades very close by.
The pilot in the large, small truck sized drill vehicle began to maneuver it and speed up it's drill spin as he began to plow through walls. It didn't take a genius to know he was going for the sealed doors the invading forces were trying to pound open with their guns. Red immediately limped after the drill vehicle even as the other Mandalorians fired at the enemy pouring out of the shallow ground tunnel it had made.
Her mouth fell open in horror as the large vehicle crushed anyone in its path that tried to stop it. Using a grenade was out of the question in such a crowded section. Red frantically reloaded her shotgun and raced after it, fighting the pain from forcing her wounded leg to work. Her fellow Vode were counting on her as she barely managed to grab some railing it had from behind and climb to the side as her armor barely withstood scraping by the edges of the holes it had made, finally reaching the side hatch and yanking it open finding a Rodian behind the controls, the vehicle now being fired on by all sides as she seized him by the neck, crushing his neck with pure rage until it deformed like silly putty filled with blood in her hands as she yanked the dead slaver out and got behind the controls herself.
"BACK UP!" Red shouted at the other Mandalorians as she backed up and turned the drill vehicle around, the survivors clearing out as she began piloting back to the vehicles point of entry, most of the armor on her back scraped off brutally and bleeding into the seat. The Mandalorians in the training area were close to being overwhelmed when they heard her shouting to get out of the way.
The invasion forces already inside took one look at the vehicle and started retreating immediately back down the tunnel.
"I'M GONNA
SQUASH YOU!!! I'M GONNA
GRIIIIIINNNND YOU UP!" Red shouted at the invaders over the vehicles loudspeaker. (I got FIVE kids to feed!: 90 XP)
Red pursued the now fleeing invaders down the very tunnel they had dug, running over them or worse as she ruthlessly began to punish them for attacking her people. One of them tried to enter the vehicle from the side only to get exploded by her Lupara as well, turned into chunky, on fire salsa as her drill vehicle pressed down on the invaders. You really don't want a description of how utterly gore soaked the tunnel was by the time she flew out of the vehicle, running back out the way she came.
She had used her multitool to hot wire things in that vehicle in a bad way. She barely cleared the explosion that collapsed the tunnel soon after, not even aware at all that Aether's forces had arrived. But the enemy wasn't even close to being defeated. Her little stunt was a minor dent in the invader's plans. But only a minor one.
The other Mandalorians stared at her in amazement as she staggered out of the collapsed ground tunnel, shakily reloading her Lupara...
She looked awkwardly at the others staring at her.
"OYA!" she shouted, and they returned the shout and she was tossed a rifle, to which she immediately began looking for a viewport to shoot from...
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