Mission The Dagger Unsheathed || COV Reconnaissance of TSC Held Humbarine

[Arris Windrun]

Siv Dragr
Guns
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Humbarine. What a dull world it was, or so Arris thought. Smog-filled industry, but without any of the underworld charms, thanks to the cut of its former administration.

Imperialism was always a little different on Humbarine. Before she was Grand Moff under Solipsis's Empire, Arage Bao had united the worlds of Kuat and Humbarine under her own personal dictatorship. All essential industries were nationalized under her rule, back when Humbarine was still a member of the Galactic Alliance.

Even with her gone, the vestiges of her rule remained. The officers, the doctrines, the expectations - they were all a rung higher up the ladder of competency than elsewhere in the 'Empire'. This installation in particular hosted a battery of ground-to-space cannons and an elite interceptor wing led by a trifecta of imperial aces. Their loyalty to Humbarine's local government was commendable, but more importantly, they were an asset in the Sith Covenant's pocket.

The Dark Horse arrived by shuttle and landed without fuss or fare. Officially, she was a cybernetic mercenary hired to evaluate the garrison. Many knew who she was by reputation - a hired gun, a Black Sun enforcer, and a semi-finalist in the galaxy's greatest contest. Few outsiders knew her true identity as a Sith, save a handful of Jedi and High Republic nobles. And honestly? She preferred it that way. Mercy was the better face, after all.

From the solitary Mandalorian's perspective, this mercenary departed her landing pad in the company of some junior officer, all well-dressed and proper.

In truth, she had arrived after some plainclothes ISB agents (traitors to their former cause, naturally) had raised the alarm of unknown soldiers--possibly Mandalorian--operating across the world.

 

[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

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

Varin surged forward as blaster fire rained down on him, the shield erupting from his gauntlet in crimson and white light deflecting blasterfire as it impacted into its surface. As he neared the edge of the building the force rushed through his body empowering the muscles within his legs, he leapt. An eruption of flame exploded from his back propelling towards the flying enemy.

He drew his saber as it roared to life in maroon light and plasma flame wreathed around its blade, he swung and almost like a beckoned call, the blade extended. The flames reaching higher towards his foe.

Rain that pelted him instantly became mist as it flowed off his body with the blackened thick smoke that billowed from his back.

Another burst propelled him higher above his foe as he drew both weapons up high, and with a yell fell towards his foe with an overhead swipe towards him.

Darion of Myrkr​

 

[Siv Dragr]

G U N S L I N G E R
Humbarine
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Allies: Mandalorians
Enemies: Arris Windrun | Sith

The roar of engines directly overhead made Siv stop and quickly seek cover, exposed as he had been on the rooftop. Curious, he peeked out from behind the large canister, which had been his improvised concealment. His HUD zoomed in on the departing occupants of the shuttle: one, whose non-regulation outfit suggested a mercenary or contractor, and the other, wearing a typical military uniform. The presence of the first struck Siv as odd but of little note. Perhaps an inspection? No matter. Siv had a mission to carry out, and this base wasn't the only one on his list.

He dropped a small probe beacon, rolling it away towards one of the sides of the rooftops. Indiscreet, with sensor baffles, it would be able to collect information on the base and serve as a secure scan anchor for Mandalorian forces. Heading in the opposite direction, he began to search for an access port where he could infiltrate the base from the inside. He wanted to scomp into the base's computer systems to try and rake any data that might be sitting, unguarded or not.

 

[Signy Bralor]

SIGNY BRALOR
HUMBARINE | DEEP COVER
TAG: Nodak
GEAR: Huginn and Muninn, ballistic-weave under civilian clothes, jetpack
VISIBLY PRESENTING: Female

The little girl led the hulking Nodak down the street, people gave the odd pair glances but said nothing and did nothing as they would not dare question one of their sith rulers. The girl stopped and pointed towards a balcony, two floors up and slightly offset from the main high street but with and excellent view. There they were, the teenage mandalorian and her "prisoner".

Nodak was hard to miss, and from her vantage point Signy was able to catch sight of the giant darkly armed warrior marching up the street. She gestured to her male friend who also took a look and then his eyes opened widely when he caught sight of Alys.

"Shit, thats my sister with him, she must know i'm... shit shit shit."

Signy looked at him, trying to workout whether he knew about this and whether this was a setup, he looked genuinely suprised, and frightened, so she might refrain from throwing him off the balcony. She stubbed her cigarette out and stood up, putting her gun belt back on and looking for where her jetpack was. This wasnt good, she had been caught without her armour, but the daughter of Bralor was resourceful.

"You should probably do one, he's not gonna care if you get caught in the crossfire" she said as she reached down and slipped her jetpack on. Her armour was stowed, but her helmet was about somewhere, if she was quick, she could grab that at least.
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[Tamsin Starfall]

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Theme: Wicked Gonna Come
Equipment: Twin Omens | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown | Wrist Lanvarok | MidNight Duster | Defender
Tags: Gel Karn

The Soldier looked at the ID as several of the locals were let go on their credentials clearing. 'Gustris Hartcro' He said nothing as he looked over the ID, he just reached to his side and pulled out a Data reader. He scanned it over the ID chip, as information came pouring out.

The Soldier finally spoke. "Says you moved here from Commenor a few years back. Ain't been there myself, but I have had the brandy." Everything on his ID seemed to check out few minor infractions on his record from the imperial times.

As the soldier checked his ID, Tamsin had been walking up to individuals out of ear shot of others. Seemingly asking them something but they all just shook their heads as if they didn't know what she was talking about.

"Everything looks good." The soldier said handing the ID back to Gel as the little woman walked up to him. She stood a foot and half smaller than him as she looked up at him with her painted face.

Her strange orange glowing eyes stare up into his, like they were staring right through him. An awkward silence hung there for a second before a smile crossed her painted face. He seemed to be every bit of a laborer.

As the soldier walked away just out of ear shot, she finally spoke. " Mando'ad draar digu. meg darjetii ganar narir "

Her eyes never leaving his as she said those words in the Mando tongue to him.

 

[Seris Velmora]

Tag: Kamon Hourn

The answer to her greeting came in blasterfire. Seris laughed. A sharp, bright, almost girlish sound made monstrous by how much she enjoyed the first incoming volley. Both hands moved at once. Crimson snapped alive in her right hand.

A second blade ignited in her left a heartbeat later. Twin red lights flooded the sewer in strobing blood. The first particle bolt struck her main blade and exploded in a shower of violent yellow force that jarred all the way into her shoulder. The second she caught on the other saber, angling it low enough that the detonation burst against the tunnel wall and sprayed steaming sewage across the conduit. A third came too fast and too close, forcing her to twist hard as the blast clipped past her ribs in a wash of heat.

"Oh, that's better—" Another burst of fire answered. Seris dropped low, both sabers crossing and uncrossing in feverishly rapid motions—not attempting disciplined Jedi returns, but simply carving survivable holes through the incoming barrage as she advanced. Particle impacts burst against red plasma in sharp detonations that filled the air with sparks and smoke. The narrow tunnel became a shrieking corridor of ricocheting light.

They were good. Measured. Alternating fire. One moved while the other shot. Then reversed. Seris saw it and her grin widened. Professionals. Not screaming workers. Not panicked militia. Professionals were worth the bruises.

One explosive particle wash clipped her thigh and nearly knocked her stride out from under her. Pain lanced. Her delight sharpened with it. The squad was peeling away down the rightward branch while these two remained behind, feeding her disciplined suppression.

Rear guard. Brave little things. She surged after them, right-hand saber held high to absorb centerline shots while the her left flickered lower and wider, catching anything aimed at her knees, hips, or stomach. The paired motions gave her advance a maddening unpredictability—high, low, cross, split—like trying to stop a spinning grinder with pistols.

Then the world became white. The flash charge detonated. Light stabbed through her eyes. The concussive crack hammered inside her skull. Seris snarled and recoiled, both sabers flaring wildly as her vision dissolved into burning ghosts and smeared shadows.

"Ah, you clever little—"

Rage came instantly. Hotter than the flash. Hotter than the pain. She let it take her. The dark side surged through every nerve, feeding on humiliation, feeding on frustration, feeding on the obscene audacity of prey that thought itself in control. Her left hand snapped outward.

The Force answered like an explosion.

A telekinetic battering wave hurled sewer water, rusted debris, loose pipe fragments, and sheer concussive pressure around the corner toward Kamon and his companion—not refined enough to thread needles, simply violent enough to turn the corridor into a crashing wall of filth and momentum.

Seris lunged inside it. Half blind. Both sabers forward. The right-hand blade came first in a savage descending chop meant to split armor or force a high block. The left-hand blade followed not as a mirrored strike, but as something nastier—slashing low and inward across the space where a pistol hand, thigh, or exposed joint might retreat.

Two lines of red. Two separate killing angles. No room. No time.

"There you are!" She crashed around the bend in a spray of black water and reflected crimson, attacking less like a duelist and more like a starving nexu finally inside the pen. The grin on her face was visible now between strands of damp red hair and involuntary tears from flash-burned eyes.

Wild. Furious. Ecstatic. She did not care that the rest of the squad was escaping. Humbarine had miles of tunnels. She would find them. But these two—these two had earned the privilege of being first. Her eyes fixed on the one in front. At Kamon. And every hungry part of her sharpened.

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[Nodak]

Tag: Signy Bralor

Equipment: Nevermourne | Blackstar Armor | Lightsaber​

Once the girl, Alys had pointed out the second floor balcony the Monster didn't wait he strode forward.

Alys would be rewarded for informing on the Mandalorian, rewarded with her life and possibly extra rations though it was likely the penalty for informing on someone would likely be a stigma that followed her even if she was young.

From where he was on the street Nodak could clearly see two figures on the balcony that Alys had shown him.

At range they seemed startled, disappearing back into the apartment block. Nodak acted.

Reaching for the helm that was clipped to his armor he'd take it in his palm, lift it up and fit it over his head before locking it in place. Moments later an HUD came to life alongside a friend/foe designator and rangefinder. The rotary canon over the left shoulder of his armor came to life.

Nodak was the worst kind of Sith, Unlike others who disguised themselves in trappings of civility and sophistication he was a beast and to look at him was to know that.

A mechanical noise emanated from the comms of the helm he'd fit over his head...

"-----"

....it sounded like a robotic growl, a precursor to what was to come that made onlookers shrink backwards and go wide eyed as they sought to flee.

The Rotary Canon roared following the mechanical growl, belching out a high intensity burst of laser fire. It could spew fourth a thousand rounds a minute if left to fire continuously but the risk of overheating meant it usually fired in bursts. Still it was impressive. It would chew through the balcony, it would rip through walls and entry ways of less than military grade and it would shred almost anything that it came into contact with. Doubtless seeing all of this Alys may have realized she could have condemned her brother to death.

 

[Lysander von Ascania]

Reggie Rau Vara Maji
Armor
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Now Lysander was sealed in with a chamber where there were rows of armored vehicles, hibernating like predators beneath the fluorescents. Exposed conduits snaked overhead. Maintenance stations cluttered with circuit panels flanked catwalks that spiraled upward to command terminals, each aglow with different schematics; and farther still at the heart of it.. a data core. Beneath heavy reinforced plating, its schedules and comm logs shimmered. Far more classified materials than any outpost had the authority to hold, let alone the audacity. Clearly, someone had been busy as of late.

For all his time in the Core, he'd never been sent here before; Humbarine had always been someone else's problem in this galactic game, which had suited him fine; there were plenty of fractures elsewhere in the sector to occupy the young Sith's time.

Only a few steps in, the world above him began to convulse. Power flared through the roof; Lysander caught it first with a spike of heat pressed to his nape. Then as a quiver in the Force radiating outward. So precise, it was, his focus momentarily frayed. His brother, Varin, was a crucible of raw will.. and whoever he was facing, was clearly matching him; so that ruled out the chances of it being a Jedi entirely.

Dust drifted from the rafters and pipes trembled. Overhead lights began stuttering in protest. Stealth ruptured just a little sooner than he'd planned, and that was fine.

With all illusions of delay gone, he shifted his weight, striding through the yawning aisles. Every sensory in Lysander's body aligned him so that he would near the data core's chamber, where he would soon discern two other presences, though they were not revealed by sight. Another pressure wave rolled through, a hammer struck on durasteel. Fingertips began grazing the curve of his lightsaber hilt.

 

[Darion of Myrkr]

Darion of Myrkr saw the enemy put up the light-shield and the blaster fire broke against it and went away in sparks. Then the man ran and jumped from the edge of the roof. He had a blade now that burned like a piece of the sun and the fire from it reached out before him, hungry and quick for Darion.

But this time it was not as it had been on Sesswena. He did not give himself to the wish for close fighting. He kept cold and he kept his head and he thrust himself backward from the flames and fired as he went, always at the middle of the body, and when the other man sprang again and came high above him, Darion drove himself farther back from the stroke that would have killed him and still he fired and he could feel the barrel heating in his hands with the steady coughing of the blaster.

He would go on firing and drawing back through the air and keeping the distance unless the other man should fall clear and go down to his doom into the city streets far below.

Varin Mortifer

 

[Kaelyr]

The Demon of Crimson​

The Dagger Unsheathed

Tags: Brent Warnel

Rain crashed against the barrier of force energy I had erected to keep dry as I watched from my perch atop one of the buildings. I had been tasked with dealing with vermin that had apparently ventured onto this planet. Lying in wait was never my strong suit; I was more conditioned to be in the heat of battle. To make matters worse, this rain would heavily limit my cosmic flame abilities. No matter when the time would come, I would be able to decimate the rats sculking about.

As I stood there watching the street the listening node was situated on, my coms became active with chatter. Kaely sir, all vital information has been moved to point B, and terminals are secure, and essential personnel have been evacuated as requested. A smile slithered across my lips as this meant the real fun could begin. Good, then proceed with the next stage to draw out the rats I ordered, receiving a confirmation before the line went silent. If my hunch was correct, it would cause them to come out, and the moment they did, it would mean certain death at my hands.

Moments of silence passed, as only the rain echoed, and the last group of personnel had left the building, more like running for their lives. It wasnt long before the building went up in an explosion, rocking the area as debris and flames went everywhere. With the bait so loudly set, it wouldn't be long before the rats took it.

 

[Gel Karn]

GEL KARN
HUMBARINE
TAG: Tamsin Starfall , OPEN
GEAR: Totally Normal Work Tunic, Totally Normal Work Boots, Totally Normal Work Gloves, Totally Normal Tool Kit

Nothing to see here, folks!​

It looked like Gel's credentials had passed inspection, and the Sith had believed his lie without issue...or so he thought.

"Says you moved here from Commenor a few years back. Ain't been there myself, but I have had the brandy", the solider said to Gel as he handed him back his ID. The Mandalorian forgers who had created the identification had done an excellent job of it, and it genuinely looked like that Gel was going to be in the clear. That was, at least, until Tamsin Starfall began staring him down. At a glance, she didn't really appear all that intimidating, being quite physically short in stature when compared to someone like Gel. But when she spoke to him, the words that she said made his blood run cold.

" Mando'ad draar digu. meg darjetii ganar narir".

Had Gel played it cool, he might have had a chance to escape without hassle, to simply walk away as if he had no idea what Tamsin Starfall had said to him. But for the briefest of moments, his eyes widened in understanding of what she had uttered, and that was when he knew he had been made. This Sith knew exactly who he was, and she was going to kill him, or perhaps even worse.

Gel immediately sprang into action.

Without hesitiation, he grabbed the soldier that had checked his ID and flung the man as hard as he could directly toward Tamsin Starfall , trying to buy just a moment of time as he ran as quickly as he could toward one of the unfinished buildings within the construction site itself. That was where he had hidden his main weapons when he had first gotten the job, burying them somewhere within the duracrete walls that no one would every think to look or check. He knew exactly where he had last left them, and once he found the spot, a few quick blows with his Dead Bolt Hammer would allow him to crack the wall open just enough to retrieve the weapons that he needed to keep himself safe from Tamsin Starfall and her soldiers.

Assuming, of course, he wasn't cut down in a flurry of blaster bolts or lightsaber strikes! As he made his way to the entrance of the building, he didn't even think to check if he was being followed, and he disappeared somewhere inside of the yet to be completed structure...

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[Kamon Hourn]

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LOCATION:HUMBARINE - ESPIONAGE
TAG:
ALLIES: The Iron Covenant
OPPS: Seris Velmora​

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KAMON HOURN
THEME​

In a very real way, the osik had hit the fan.

The flash bang explosion did as expected, filling the tunnel with blinding and disorienting light, and likely popping the unprotected ears of the Sith. A secondary byproduct was it threw sewage all around the charge; toward the woman, and the two warriors specifically.

Even so, the Mandalorians wasted no time. They fired upon the woman in her fit of rage, hoping to capitalize on a window of opportunity to land a mortal blow. But then, it really hit the fan. A wave of filth threw itself at the two men, throwing them off their feet and down into the mire. Kamon’s instinct pushed him to get back to his feet as soon as possible, and he rolled to the side just as she came crashing down in a heap of rage.

Her left blade came clashing across, causing Kamon to duck backward to try and avoid the attack. The tip of her blade etched itself across the bottom of his cuirass, causing sparks to fly on either side of them. His pistols quickly found themselves within their holsters, his arm quickly reaching back and drawing his beskad from its scabbard. The blade drew forth just in time, catching her saber blade just as she brought it up again. The red light of her energy blade clattered in rage against the unyielding Mandalorian steel weapon in Kamon’s hands, sparks flying violently amidst the bind. Kamon’s companion found himself on his feet, and quickly launched a punch from behind Seris - hoping to land a blow with his crushgaunts into her exposed midsection.

Kamon pushed forward with his blade to break the bind, and launched a shallow upward slash - drawing from the right of his body in an under-hand maneuver.

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[Varin Mortifer]

VARIN MORTIFER

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

Varin’s strike missed his mark, his enemy driving further backwards. Blaster fire continued to rain down on him, his saber deflecting various bolts as he fell. His gaze sharpening as he fell near another building, Varin outstretched his hand, pulling his own body towards the building.

Glass shattered as he exploded within the space, people screaming and running for various exits as Varin caught himself onto the floor.

“Very well…”

He slowly stood up, looking at the ruined building just on the other side where he had just leapt, his hand stretching forth to it, flexing his fingers. The building began to crumble and crack as the wall weakened. The Mandalorian may have been above the building, so he will throw the building at him instead.

His other hand outstretched and fingers slowly flexed as duractrete and durasteel crumpled and shattered under his will. The pieces slowly rose in massive chunks of debris.

Varin began to hurl the large multiple pieces of building at his foe, increasing in frequency and varying in momentum in hopes of catching him off guard.

All the while his back smoked and billowed with superheated smoke that began to slowly climb the building, slowly reaching for the man.

Darion of Myrkr​

 

[Signy Bralor]

SIGNY BRALOR
HUMBARINE | DEEP COVER
TAG: Nodak
GEAR: Huginn and Muninn, ballistic-weave under civilian clothes, jetpack
VISIBLY PRESENTING: Female

Alys screamed as she realised what she had done before blacking out in the sheer terror. On the balcony the scene was carnage, Signy and the boy had managed to get inside before the rain of fire started. But it meant little, this was an apartment, not a bunker and the walls merely provided visual cover, not protection. Round after round blasted theough the walls, many of them continued travelling all the way through amd exited the other side of the building. A few struck obstacles in their path, the roof supports caught a few, the heavy fridge caught another... the boy.

His chest burst red as Nodak's rounds indiscriminately tore through him. Signy got her jet pack on just in time for its built in shield generator to hum to life and get between her and there rounds. As she picked up her helmet, a a spark showered off that too while it was innher hand. She placed it on her head and activated her jets even before her HUD had fired up entirely. The apartment was beginning to collapse around her so she would have to abandon her armour for now.

Out of the smoke rose the unarmoured, but helmeted form of the mandalorian and. She opened by tossing a detonator down towards Nodak hoping to at least get him to stop blasting.

"You are destroying your own city filthy Sithspit!" she called out loudly using the amplification of her helmet, then added to her grenade by quickdrawing her pistols and firing them both rapidly at the amoured Sith. She wouldnt stay too long in one place. Her shield would protect her to a degree, but she was still unarmoured and his volume of fire could potentially overload her shield then there would be nothing to stop him but a thin layer of ballistic weave and her ribcage.
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[Tamsin Starfall]

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Theme: Wicked Gonna Come
Equipment: Twin Omens | Multi-Tool | Stars Enchained | Mind Crown | Wrist Lanvarok | MidNight Duster | Defender
Tags: Gel Karn

She had been watching his eyes as he spoke those words. Those same words she had spoken to other workers. She had expected anything different from Gel Karn , for him to look at oddly in confusion. Yet there was moment when his eyes went wide and the pupils dilated. A moment of understanding, he knew those words. He understood their meaning and purpose. It was then when his bluff had failed and he folded and bolted shoving one the Guards in her path.

The guard stumbled into Tamsin knocking her back as he did so, she almost tripped to the ground in the process but managed to catch her footing. It still gave the Gel time to break away, but he didn't run towards the exits.

"Open…..!" She stopped herself as she steadied her body from being knocked back. "Take the perimeter, don't let him escape!" She yelled at the guards and giving a glare at the one who had been thrown into her.

The Guards Scrambled towards the perimeters of the construction site as her order was called out. Though one asked allowed as he moved.

"What about the rest of the workers and the Foreman?"

Tamsin's eyes looked up at the building the above her thinking on the fleeing man Gel Karn . A Mandalorian, here to infiltrate and corrupt. There was no telling who at this sight he had convinced of his way what ever that was. Tamsin wasn't a cruel sort if she could help it, but she also couldn't let whatever this Mandalorian was preaching spread.

"Keep them on sight." Was all she said as she finally began to move forward. It was a play on her part, if left on sight if they were injured or killed it could easily be blamed on the Mandalorian terrorist. Though she knew well it could also backfire horribly as well. The soldier just nodded as him and few others yelled at the other works to stay put before moving to the perimeters of the site.

"Oh, are we going to play the baby on mine, moral dilemma here?"

The demon's voice cackling in her head as it spoke to her.

"Something like that."

She remarked dryly with a shutter at the thought, as she continued to move in the direction the man had run off in. Stopping just outside the building the man had entered. Her right hand raising towards it and forming into finger guns position. Then she called out.

"A lot of people are going to die here today if you continue on this crusade, Mandalorian. Their blood will be on your hands if you continue this foolish game. I suggest you surrender now, this is your last chance."

Her thumb moved slightly like she was cocking the gun her fingers were in the shape of. Her sights set on the unfinished build Gel had entered. Violet Ichor began to swirl around her finger tips.

"Come out now!"

 

[Brent Warnel]

THE BLAST
TAG: Kaelyr
LOCATION: Two Troopers Tavern
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"Kelhav," a voice erupted from the small comm-bead wrapped around his ear as Brent pulled himself off the floor and to a knee, opening his eyes and wiping the dust from his face. He blinked multiple times to clear his vision, staring mutely around, wondering what in the kriff had just happened.

Brent's hand drunkenly swung to his helmet, unclipping it from his armor and slapping it on his head, looking around. The front windows of the tavern had been blown apart, and glass, wood, and other building materials were strewn throughout the main drinking area. Patrons were trying to pick themselves up while others were no longer moving. Those few that didn't move had been closest to the windows, either knocked unconscious or dead.

"Kelhav!" A voice called again.

Brent put one hand beneath himself, steadying his spinning head before standing upright. Brent took a step back, holding onto the bar of the tavern for support. He finally got a good look outside the window as his mind stopped spinning, noticing the building he had come to watch was now in ten thousand pieces.

"Alor! What is your status?"

"I'm fine. It seems we haven't been as subtle as we thought," Brent replied, "Our objective is blown to kriff. Descend on this area, but keep your distance. Look for anyone escaping that's an obvious Sith sycophant. Take them if possible. I'll rendezvous at our predetermined coordinates in an hour."

Brent stumbled to the back of the tavern, using his eyes to navigate his HUD and inject himself with some stems to clear his mind from the blast. That blast was huge. It destroyed the entire building and some of the nearby block. Someone was trying to force Brent and his Clan out from hiding, and they didn't care about doing it quietly. That was fine; if they were still around, Brent would find out.

Brent's gait straightened out as he reached the rear exit of the tavern, which led into a small alleyway. Brent set his HUD to an alert pattern as it scanned the nearby rooftops and doorways.

If someone were coming, he wouldn't be surprised by it. As Brent walked, he placed sticky mines on the nearby walls, creating a fallback path he could use if need be. Brent continued down the alleyways, rain pattering off his armor as he made his way back toward his Clan.

 

[Nodak]

Tag: Signy Bralor

Equipment: Nevermourne | Blackstar Armor | Lightsaber​

She rose up out of the collapsing apartment complex. Now he could see her clearly. Nodak didn't move, his immense armored form had planted itself for the moment.

As soon as she came out of the smoke the hud integrated into his helm updated with targeting vectors and firing solutions. The Rotary Canon adjusted, roaring as it belched out high velocity bursts of firepower from its mount over the left shoulder of his armor. In a way Signy had made herself easier to fire at when she revealed herself, now that the Monster could see her clearly though she could probably outmanuever the canon----as long as she was mobile.

His right arm had raised too, extending towards her.

As the detonator that Signy had thrown was mid flight the hud in Nodak's helm locked onto it and a powerful burst of concussion force rippled outwards from the repulsor integrated into the right arm of his armor.

It would send the detonator flying back towards Signy Bralor instead of letting it detonate near him.

Regardless the shots from her pistols struck him cleanly causing him to take a step backwards before steadying again. Small scorch marks were left across the breastplate of his armor but it appeared none the worse for wear otherwise. It was built to tank, capable of withstanding battlefield levels of firepower so that its wearer could wade ahead into the thick of combat with little concern for the battle around them.

"A Pity, I might enjoy it more as smoldering rubble."

...the mechanical reply came from beneath his helm accompanied by no small amount of guttural sarcasm.

That was what Signy was fighting, a beast that reveled in the destruction. He had no cares for this world or its people.

Every burst from the rotary canon synced with his armor would tear apart more of the buildings around them sending bystanders scattering in all directions for fear they to would be ripped apart.

 

[Arris Windrun]

Siv Dragr
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The officer was droning off about something or another that Arris wasn't quite paying attention to. Rather, her attention shifted to a nearby rooftop where she thought she saw--no, felt? something.

"What is it?" The officer scrutinized. When she didn't answer, "we're not paying you to idle," he grumbled.

"Shut it."

He took more than mild offense at that. Jaw tight, finger up in protest, ready to chew her out. But before he could even curse, the cyborg leapt onto the roof. Her cyber legs were good enough for that without the Force.

She knelt, closed her eyes, and listened across the web of signals and waves. All the while, the officer paced along the ground, hopelessly trying to get her attention. "Odd..." She muttered to herself, then moved in the direction of whatever she sensed.

It didn't take her long to find the source, a probing device - she'd recognize its kind anywhere, even if this particular model was unfamiliar to her.

The officer caught up to her, a bit out of breath from his unplanned jog. "What the hell are you-"

She held up the device. "One of yours?"

He shook his head.

Arris grinned. "Then this is why you're paying me, yeah?"

It must've been activated recently, which is how it caught her attention in the first place. So, whoever it belonged to couldn't have been far.

 

[Seris Velmora]

Tag: Kamon Hourn

The world came back in fragments. Light still burned behind her eyes. Sound still rang somewhere distant and useless. But the shapes—the shapes were enough.

Seris grinned through the blur. Two of them. Close. Armed. Fighting back. Perfect. Kamon’s blade caught hers in a screaming bind, beskar grinding against crimson plasma in a violent hiss of resistance. Sparks spat between them, painting his armor in flickering red as he shoved forward, disciplined, controlled—and utterly wasted on her.

Because Seris didn’t hold the bind. She broke it wrong. Instead of contesting his strength, she twisted her wrist and let the saber slide off his beskad in a reckless disengage, abandoning structure entirely. His counter-slash came fast—too fast to cleanly avoid—and the edge of it caught her along the side.

A shallow line. But it bit. Fabric parted. Heat flared. Blood followed. Seris laughed. “—yes—!” The pain only fed it. Behind her—movement.

Too late.

The crushgaunt slammed into her midsection with brutal force, driving the breath from her lungs and folding her forward just enough to matter. The impact reverberated through her ribs, a sharp, ugly spike of sensation that should have staggered her—but instead—it made her snarl.

Her body moved with the blow instead of resisting it. She stepped into it. Forward. Deeper. Closer. Her right-hand saber snapped up to intercept Kamon’s follow-up line, catching his upward slash in a harsh, sliding parry that threw sparks between them—but she didn’t press him.

Didn’t care to. Because the other one—The other one was behind her. And closer. And for one glorious, reckless instant—unguarded.

Seris pivoted hard on her lead foot, twisting through the lingering pain in her gut with a feral, fluid turn that brought her body around toward Kamon’s partner. Her left-hand blade—the shoto—lashed out low and fast, not elegant, not measured—but vicious.

A gutting line. A maiming strike aimed to carve through thigh, hip, or abdomen—whatever failed to get out of the way in time. Her right-hand saber stayed alive in her other hand, snapping back toward Kamon in the same breath—not a committed attack, just a sharp, aggressive slash meant to force him to hesitate, to guard, to respect the fact that if he stepped in cleanly—he’d pay for it.

Two fronts. Two threats. Too close. Too fast. Seris pressed in regardless of the chaos she’d created, closing distance on the second Mandalorian like a predator that had decided which prey to tear apart first.

Her breathing hitched once from the blow to her core. Then steadied. Then sharpened. Blood from the shallow cut at her side began to mix with the filth-soaked water at her feet. She didn’t notice. Didn’t care.

Her grin widened, wild and unrestrained, eyes still glassy from the flash but burning now with something far worse. “Stay up,” she breathed, voice trembling with exhilaration as her blades carved again, one for the partner—one always ready to snap back for Kamon—“...both of you.”

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[Gel Karn]

GEL KARN
HUMBARINE
TAG: Tamsin Starfall
GEAR: Gel Karn's Bev Shield, Akalenedat, Mandalorian Lanvarok, Mandalorian Vibroboots, Mandalorian Magna-Gloves, Gel Karn's Bandolier, Mandalorian Jazerant

Aw, heck!​

Gel delved deeper and deeper into the half completed structure, charging up and up the Duracrete stairs until he found what he was looking for: a completely empty, totally nondescript room. Devoid of any markings or furniture, no one would have payed it much mind, as it was just another yet to be completed room on a construction project overrun with delays and ever increasing building costs. But to Gel, it was, at the moment, the most important room in the entire building. He ran over to the wall furtherest away from him, and began hitting it as hard as he could with his Dead Blow Hammer. After a few strikes, the wall began to crack, and after a few more, Gel had made a massive hole in the wall itself, revealing the weapons he had hidden inside upon his arrival to the planet: his helmet, Bev Shield, Mandalorian Lanvarok and trusty weapon Akalenedat. Gel was now fully kitted out and ready for battle, though he couldn't say that he liked his chances.

How had he been made, anyway? What had prompted Tamsin Starfall to speak to him, or to really notice him at all? He hadn't done anything out of the ordinary to his knowledge, nor did he think he had someone given himself away. So what was it? What had sealed his fate and gotten him into his current predicament?

That's when a rather nasty memory suddenly entered his mind unprompted.

Gel was back at Darth Carnifex 's forge, slaving away making weapons and armor when someone entered his forge to watch him work. At the time, he hadn't payed the visitor much mind, as after all, he always had to keep busy with what he was doing, or at least look like he was. But now, being here on Humbarine and seeing Tamsin Starfall once again, it suddenly clicked for Gel. SHE had been the one to visit him that day, and she had surely gotten a good and detailed look at him and his face. His mission had been doomed from the beginning, and Gel couldn't believe just how unlucky he really was!

Gel cursed to himself as he ran back downstairs to the entrance. He couldn't believed the Sith hadn't sent in anyone after him. He soon found out why as Starfall called out to him as he hid next to the doorway of the enterance.

"A lot of people are going to die here today if you continue on this crusade, Mandalorian. Their blood will be on your hands if you continue this foolish game. I suggest you surrender now, this is your last chance."

"Let them go, Sith. They have nothing to do with this!", Gel retorted back from the inside of the building. "If you really want me to badly, then why don't you come and get me? I'll be waiting for you on the roof of the building. Or is a mighty Sith Lord too SCARED to take on one single Mandalorian?"

To emphasize his point, Gel leaned out of the doorway and aimed his Mandalorian Lanvarok directly at Starfall. Flicking his right wrist forward, he fired a quick three round burst of Morturian Energy Disks at her before ducking back inside once again, racing for the roof of the building. He then radio'd fleet command:

"Command, this is Forgemaster Gel Karn. I've been compromised, and am in need of immediate evacuation. I'm sending you my coordinates now. You'll most likely be coming in hot: I'm trying to draw a Sith Lord away from a crowd of civilians, and they'll need to be picked up and rescued if possible as well. See you soon. Gel out."

As Gel finished his transmission, he just so happened to step foot onto the roof of the building, where he would wait to battle Tamsin Starfall in all her horrible glory...

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